You know the best part of an orgasm? Of course the climax feels great, but it’s the aftermath.
A sensory overload that for once you want.
The total relaxation of muscles and mind.
It’s the shockwaves caused by the simplest pressure caused by crossing my legs or innocently shifting in my seat in just the right way.
It’s how full and heavy my breasts feel. How sensitive and sore my nipples are. That even the softest fabric or gentlest lace casually grazing over their hardness will evoke such an ache and longing.
The flush of my face and warmness of my cheeks that bring an innocent smirk when reminded of their cause.
That’s my favorite part of an orgasm. The closeness and appreciation I have with my body. I relish in its softness. I’m not at war with it. I don’t see flaws or hate its image.
It’s the peace it brings.
