it wasn’t the exam itself that made it happen, but more the frustration that went along with not knowing any of the damn answers.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
wow, so being sexually frustrated would actually cause you to have an orgasm, thereby ending your frustration? How oxymoronic! Your life must rule.
Goddammit, my interest in this is strictly scientific. How dare you suggest that I am doing this out of prurient motives? I’m a professional.
That said, it’s interesting to consider that I get paid to do this.
PS - my kids think I have the coolest job in the world. I spoke to my daughter’s third grade class last fall and I tell ya, I killed.
PPS - we did not discuss psychic orgasms. However, how the astronauts go to the bathroom in space was a big hit.
Um, yes.
your humble TubaDiva
Who has lotsa reasons to go the racetrack
Say, didn’t the Quakers and the Shakers both get their names from the habit of working themselves into such a religious frenzy that they literally shook? Sounds like psychic orgasm to me…
mega – please e-mail me a brief description of your most frustrating experience.
(I gotta stop reading this thread. What if Mrs. Pluto finds out?
What? Nothing honey, just reading the Straight Dope. What? Oh, somebody asked a question about octane ratings and I thought I’d help answer it. No, don’t come in! It’s just about gasoline. Don’t come in! Don’t…
Oh. Hi dear. Ummm, I don’t know why the monitor turned off. Maybe it’s broken. I’ll have to take it in to get repaired. Oh, it did come right back on, didn’t it? What? Oh, I didn’t notice. Psychic orgasms, huh? What a funny name for a thread. No, I haven’t read it. It sounds kind of silly. Hey! Ukulele Ike said something funny the other day. Let me get out of this thread and I’ll… Let’s not… I don’t know why women would write stuff like that. I’m shocked! Just shocked! Oh, this is disgusting!
Oh. I guess I had to have read it to post to it, didn’t I? No, I don’t have a thing for mega the roo. What kind of a name is that anyway? I was just joking around! Honest! Say, do you want to go out to dinner tonight? Well, I don’t really mind sleeping on the couch, but I don’t really like it either. Well, can I have the warm blanket? The dogs don’t either need it! Say, I was noticing the other day your car is getting a little old – maybe we could run down to the Honda dealer…? The Lexus dealer…?
Ummm. Honey? Have you ever had a psychic orgasm? No, I don’t know Ed Zotti’s e-mail address!)
OK, anybody else who wants to participate in our little research project here, this is your last chance.
I gotta tell ya, this is really interesting. No joke.
Ed, how much to get you to send me copies of what’s in your mailbox? I’ll start the bidding at a kidney.
There are no dangerous weapons.
Only dangerous Men.
ahem
Would my brother, the lurker, please hit the back button before I continue?
Ed, to answer your question: yes.
Like a previous poster, I have this peculiar bladder, and every now and then, having a mostly full bladder triggers spontaneous climaxes. Very interesting when you’re shopping with your boyfriend and have to stop for a moment, grip the counter and curl your toes. Or driving. Yeah, that’s kind of awkward, but I’m not complaining.
Also, depending on how long a dry spell it’s been, non-genital yet still amorous skin contact will do it. Backrubs, ear nibbling, that sort of thing.
sigh
It’s been kind of a long dry spell, with no end in sight.
Ok, since mental orgasms seem to be acceptable as fodder for this thread…
Dealing craps. Nine players on my side of the table, and the layout is designed for eight. Smallest bet on my layout is twenty-five dollars. Shooter fires up a forty-roll hand. Thousands of dollars in action on the table, everybody is press, press, pressing their bets up into the hundreds of dollars.
God, what a rush.
My occupation has turned me into an adrenalin junkie.
Now in my second month of exile in the 21 pit
Inky said, a few days ago:
Now that you mention it, I remember reading an article a few months ago about how people in that condition have sex. It said the woman (in this case the man was the one with no feeling) rubs up and down on his leg while kissing his neck. According to the article, he felt the “orgasm” on his neck in this way…
Wish I remembered where I read it… I’m sure it was a legit news source or science magazine.
I’m sorry, but Coldfire’s story about the Testarossa is still the hottest post in here in my opinion. (See my earlier post for the explanation.)
Rather, I was in the position of a spore which, having finally accepted its destiny as a fungus, still wonders if it might produce penicillin.
–Ayi Kwei Armah