Orgasmic Release Quotes

“For example, a monk’s celibacy might armor the pelvis. It blocks orgasmic release and reinforces emotional numbness. Reich’s solution was orgastic potency. This is the ability to fully surrender to orgasm. It dissolves armor and restores vitality.”
― Laurence Galian, Crossing the Forbidden Highway: The Untold Story of Orgone, Body Therapy, and Suppressed Emotion

“He craved the release that came with power play, being placed in charge of another person's pleasure, and that ultimate pleasure of giving them what they wanted (eventually). Allowing them that abandon. It was the hottest thing he could imagine. He loved seeing them come undone in his embrace, trusting him to get them there.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“The earth was cool and damp on her back, a stark contrast to the heat of Rafe’s body on hers. Leaves tangled in her hair as Rafe stroked into her fast and hard. She wrapped her legs around him and rocked up, angling herself so every thrust built the pleasure higher and higher.
Rafe kept up his punishing pace, sweat slicking their bodies until Ruby squirmed beneath him. She was so close, but her orgasm was just out of reach.
She whimpered her frustration. Rafe nipped at her neck before moving onto his knees, taking Ruby with him. His arms were under her thighs angling her up to him, his cock hitting a tender, aching spot inside of her. He found her clit with his thumb and rubbed. Hard. Fireworks flashed behind Ruby’s eyelids.
She moaned his name to the treetops.
“Better?” he asked, the grin apparent in his voice even when she wasn’t looking at him.
“Keep going,” she panted.
He gripped her ass tight with one hand, supporting her weight, and rubbed her clit with the other hand, thrusting into her with long, slow strokes.
“Come for me, brave girl.”
His gruff words, his bruising grip on her body, the way he held her gaze as he gave her what she needed. It was too much. Ruby shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she let loose, spewing an unintelligible string of words and gasps and moans.
Rafe gave her no time to recover before her ass was back in the dirt and he was plowing into her, growling her name. It didn’t take long. He had been close since she had him in her mouth, but he’d held back. But now he came hard, shudders racking his big body.”
― Laurie Gilmore, Big Bad Wolf