For everyone who has been following & supporting me through my journey: I had my very last orgasm ever last night (or should I say very early this morning)!

A friend and I spent the day yesterday getting me prepared for it. I didn’t rush and I didn’t focus on the coming orgasm, but on the journey getting there. Each task, each stroke on my body, every scream and tear elicited was therapeutic to purge my body and mind away from focusing on my past orgasm this month, breaking my past denial, and even my past denial. Each tear was cathartic.

For more than 10 hours my body was hot, needy, dripping, and at times so incredibly full I thought I couldn’t do it anymore - but I persisted. (Even this morning I am delightfully drenched already - ready to start my new day!) On and on, wringing more and more out of my body. Pushing me harder and longer until I couldn’t take anymore and had to get to an orgasm.

It was then I had to beg the person who had been with me through the whole 10 hours. Beg him to allow me to have that one last, desperate orgasm. He pushed me further. Teased me. Tormented me. Made me wait - edge more, harder, longer. Made sure I was just about to tip over and ruin it before he said okay.

It was, in fact, a beautiful final orgasm. By the time I had it, I was in a glorious floaty sub space and just lived in that moment.

Will I miss them? Even after that beautiful last one, no. Being permanently denied is absolutely the right path for me.

But that was one hell of a way to leave them behind!