Yeah, well, that comes with it…
It’s the ultimate release of pressure. Imagine that you have a really bad itch, on the back on your neck. But before you can scratch it, you feel an urgent need to pass gas or, worse yet, something forceful that you sense is diarrhea. So as you scramble to the toilet, you realize that you drank an enormous quantity of coffee that has filled your bladder near to bursting. As you loosen your belt and position yourself on the throne, you feel a belch rising through your esophagus that won’t quite come out, but the instant you sit yourself down, it all comes out in one big rush, just as your sluices open on your other end and you reach to finally scratch that long-delayed itch. At that exact moment, you suddenly sneeze.
Now multiply those six releases of bodily pressures by eight. That’s an orgasm. A mild one.
Man, orgasms are nothing like this for me.
Talk about your subjective experiences!
Not quite Victorian erotic literature, … but it definitely has a certain … je ne sais quoi