Here's my intense orgasm story. I've posted this on the drugs subreddit long ago.

When I started Cymbalta I couldn't get any sexual pleasure from peen jacking. Like I could get hard but it just had no sensation. Couldn't jizz. I tried almost every night. It was traumatizing not being able to drop the load, so to speak.

By the first week I was praying to the gods of wet dreams to bless me with their originally horrifying, but at that specific moment, gracious gift. No avail. They'd abandoned me for once in my life.

Jackin it was like a nightly ritual at 2 or 3 am but the ritual had come to an end. At about two weeks in I actually started to realize I had a problem. I was trying to convince myself that being off Cymbalta would be better for me solely because I'd be able to cum. I had been put on Cymbalta for depression. I should have mentioned that.

The few days I had left of the month I had slowly started to get some sensation back. Getting closer and closer to the edge. This got me feeling like there was hope. So I tried extra hard each night. I had already been trying very hard but I added more willpower at this point.

The last day I tried, I had one of my favorite pornos all set up in hopes this was "the euphoric cleansing." Well sure enough this was the closest I got. I spent an hour from what I recall as my ipod shows the time. I checked the time before I started to see how long it would take.

I had given up an hour and a half in for a second there. I had restarted my video numerous times by then. But some primal instinct came over me. I put on my game face and said to myself, "No. This is the night."

I restarted it once more and I went mach speed. If I had had a masturbate-a-thon with the Flash he'd be like, "Shit, this guy is going too fast. I gotta deuce outta here." I was breathing angrily at this point and the muscles in my arm felt like they were going to pop in a fiery explosion but I kept going.

I was reaching a masturbatory height I hadn't yet reached since before starting Cymbalta. My hopes got up and I told myself, "This is it. I've got this. Just keep going. If I'm gonna die tonight from exhaustion then I sure as hell want to be dead due to exhaustion covered in my own seed."

My favorite part in the porno was coming up and I went beyond mach speed. My dongle doo was building up a feeling something fierce and my testiculos were tightening up so hard I thought they'd pop.

All of a sudden out of my penis was the most beautiful ejaculation I'd ever felt before. Semen oozed out like my dick was a sink on full blast. It was just a continuous stream. This stayed this way for a good 5 or 6 seconds and finally became some powerful pumps which further drained my sack. At this point the girl in the video's voice sounded like angels singing.

The whole ejaculation lasted about 15 seconds. I sat there afterwards trying to catch my breath and I started to ponder... Would this jerk sesh, which was about the greatest thing I've experienced since then, make all lesser jerk sessions feel anticlimactic? What would I do if this happened? My testicles hurt so bad I was thinking was this all worth it?

I stopped worrying after I thought to myself, "I'm still gonna be able to cum though." And I WAS right, it'll still feel good and it would give me a goal to reach. And on that day I finally realized how much I appreciated masturbating.

However, I stopped Cymbalta a few months later because it just made my depression and suicidal thoughts worse. Either way, thank you Cymbalta, for if I had not been prescribed you I never would have had such an orgasmic experience.