Things (food,sporting events, physical purchases) that give us a phyiscal/emotional body rush that is a true orgasmic moment.
Mine are:
**Peanut Butter Chocolate Ice Cream ** Orgasm in a bowl.
**A piping hot bath ** The first five seconds of this bath bring a rush of goose flesh up and down my skin from my toes to my scalp. Did I mention I take a hot bath every night?
And now, for my Orgasmic Moment Today
My low end dryer that was 11 years old took forever to dry anything. I usually ended up drying everything outside from April - October because it was easier and faster than the wad of moldering laundry that never dried completely in the POS dryer I had.
So, we bought a new washer/dryer combo. Buying a Whirlpool Duet on Saturday was an orgasmic moment alone as a) it was my decision alone and b) see A.
Mr. Ujest signed the payment form thingies and we were suddenly $1990 in interest free debt. I didn’t care that these two appliances cost more than all of our original new appliance purchases for our house combined did ( $1700 with delivery.) They are excellent models, etc. So knowing I made an intelligent purchase alone (with the help of Consumer Reports) was orgasmic in itself.
Then Mr. Ujest reminds me that I had a stock that I invested in some years ago come due. If I paid attention to the flotsam paper work in our lives, I might be dangerous. This stock purchase from years ago matured and I asked for the mula and when I received a check for $1500 yesterday, it was an orgasmic moment, meaning that my washer dryer combo cost us really only $400. YAY!
Now, today was the Inagural Run of the Washer & Dryer. I did a huge load of towels …all at once…because I have a 5 year extended warranty on this machine and I wanted to TEST THE APPLIANCE GODS IMMEDIATELY. The washer did it’s job as it is suppose too , but the dryer. It use to take about 4 - 70 minute cycles to dry towels in the winter. In the summer, they just go over our railing outside. Did I mention we are on propane, too?
This new dryer? How did it perform? Oh.Dear.Og. When 15 large and beach towels came out *in 50 minutes dry *, I had wet panties from the experience.
Last week, we bought the FrankenFridge and it was delivered on Tuesday. And all the stuff from the old fridge fit with room to spare. But wait, there’s more!
So a little old man shows up at our door yesterday morning at 6:30. And ran a water line to the FrankenFridge.
Water. Cool water that comes out of a spigot on the front of the fridge. Any. time. I. want. :eek: Who’da thunk it!!!
And… I have ice. In my house. In summer in Alabama without having to buy a bag at the Stop-N-Slurp and have it melt in my car!!
I know this isn’t a big deal to most people, but this was my first major appliance purchase. Mine. All mine. With Ice! Wheeeeeeeeee!
I’ve drank more water in the last 24 hours than I have in a week.
Foodwise: well, look no further than my username. Well made tiramisu is orgasmic. In fact, a group of my LJ friends talked about it so much we started using tiramisu as a euphemism for the other thing that is supposed to be orgasmic.
Coding is lots like sex. You have the prelimiary stages, in which you find out exactly what you have to do, which is like foreplay. You have your actual coding. And then you have debugging, which is like changing the sheets afterwords. (And sometimes, finding out that she faked it, and you have to do it again.) But sometimes, when you have very simple requirements, you can just pound away at the keyboard and be finished quickly and with no mess. That’s plenty orgasmic.
Freshly made real vanilla egg custard, licked off a large spoon. Performing a martial arts movement perfectly and reaching the state of complete knowledge of what was happening arround you at the time (not so much orgasmic, as intense and profound feeling).
A really good back or head rub, especially on the small hairs at the nape.
Sudden and original intellectual discovery. I got chills down my spine when it suddenly “clicked” as to what the reality behind the face of the Gorgon was (it’s the climax of the book, and it almost literally was one, too. I got a similar rush when I understood the role of Betelgeuse in the mythology of Orion.
Shirley, my dryer sounds exactly like your old one. I am dying to get a new washer and dryer. But considering we are both starving students and just bought a house, it will have to wait. Just reading your description made me almost faint with sheer longing. And then I checked out the link.
Now I know why your panties are wet. Now bending down to reach into the dryer, it’s at actual standing height? Wow. I’m breathless.
As for my non-sexual orgasmic moments, 2 words:
Back rubs.
I was at a friends house this week and she got out one of those little knobby massager thingies. As she rubbed it against my back I let out so many loud moans of pleasure that the whole house came into the room to see what was going on.
I also get week in the knees from good back scratches.
This only happens once a year: the first time I play golf each spring. The first long, perfect drive that lands in the middle of the fairway. It’s always a slight draw with a big bounce that gives it an extra 30-40 yards. If it’s a par 4, I’m usually only a sand wedge away from the hole. I usually end up bogeying the hole anyway, but that doesn’t really matter. The drive relieves me of all the tension that’s built up over the long winter. I feel it all release all at once, and every bone, muscle, tendon and ligament in my body is experiencing nirvana.
It’s already happened this year so, alas, I have to wait until next spring.
The first one I can remember was in the East Village, in a cafe with some friends, my freshman year of college. As one dorm buddy put it while watching my face as I ate my first-ever slice of flourless chocolate cake (with raspberry sauce, of course), “If you enjoy sex as much as you’re enjoying that cake, your boyfriend is one lucky guy.”
When I was in North Carolina this past weekend, I savored my first bite of fresh blue crab since last summer. It’s worth the wait all fall, winter, and spring to get that first bit of hot crab out of the shell and dip it in steaming butter.
Getting a really good adjustment at my chiropractor’s office. Sometimes I just have to lay there for a few more minutes to savor it.
Sinking into my new pillow-top mattressed bed with 400-count sheets.
I must read. I have to have a book. Reading is like breathing for me.
I walked into our town library for the first time about six years ago. I had recently moved, and between getting the kids enrolled in school and getting settled at my new job and buying house supplies I hadn’t visited the library in a few months.
I walked in, and a wave swept over me as I saw all those books, those wonderful tickets to other worlds and times and dimensions and ideas that were mine, all mine, for my choosing and picking. And all for free.
One of these days I’m going to visit the Library of Congress. So if anyone stumbles across a news article of some woman in her mid 30s who was arrested for standing in the middle of the Library screaming “Yes! Yes! YES!” that will probably be me.
