Headache heaven
Lately, when I have an orgasm it gives me a brief migraine.
I'm sure it's a stress thing, but it's seriously impacting my groove. If you've never had a migraine, imagine someone jamming an ice-cold knitting needle into your temple and wiggling it around. There's also vague nausea and sensitivity to light and sound. Now imagine this happening every time you come and lasting about a half hour.
Every. Time.
Aaaaagh!
Tonight, as I typed busily in bed, Thoth burrowed under the blanket and dove tongue-first into my pussy. Yes, I work naked in bed sometimes. It's so hard to be me.
Now I'm not usually a cunnilingus girl, but he was hitting all my buttons with amazing skill. He loves to go down on women, and I usually don't mind, but don't seek it out.
Well, he was flicking my clit, massaging it, laving it with a flat tongue, tugging at the ring in my hood, dipping down to tease my inner lips - fucking fabulous. I was surprised at how quickly I got into it. He slipped a finger inside me and worked my g-spot for a moment, and then boom! Sudden explosive orgasm #1, blending into #2, #3 and #4 as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. He loves it when I come in his mouth, as much as I love it when he comes in mine, and both are not frequent occasions. When I came the fourth time my hips lifted off the bed and I growled, squeezing his head between my thighs.
He came up for air and I lay there twitching and panting and limp. He grabbed a pillow and jammed it under my hips, sliding inside me with a gasp. Two strokes and I was coming again, noisily, gushing around his cock and arching against him. He moaned and fucked me harder. I grabbed my thighs and pulled them back, spreading myself wider, opening myself to him.
He slammed into me hard a few times, then pulled out, jacking himself off and rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. I came. He came, yelling and fountaining come all over my belly.
And as soon as we were done, I clamped my hands to my temples and whimpered. Without the fucking to distract me, the headache was insanely bad. Every orgasm I'd had had ramped it up just a little bit more. Six times and I'd started to lose my composure, my ability to concentrate on the fuck. Seven and I might have started to cry.
He turned the lights out, got me a towel and some aspirin, and left me to recover.
This headache crap can stop any time now.
I'm sure it's a stress thing, but it's seriously impacting my groove. If you've never had a migraine, imagine someone jamming an ice-cold knitting needle into your temple and wiggling it around. There's also vague nausea and sensitivity to light and sound. Now imagine this happening every time you come and lasting about a half hour.
Every. Time.
Aaaaagh!
Tonight, as I typed busily in bed, Thoth burrowed under the blanket and dove tongue-first into my pussy. Yes, I work naked in bed sometimes. It's so hard to be me.
Now I'm not usually a cunnilingus girl, but he was hitting all my buttons with amazing skill. He loves to go down on women, and I usually don't mind, but don't seek it out.
Well, he was flicking my clit, massaging it, laving it with a flat tongue, tugging at the ring in my hood, dipping down to tease my inner lips - fucking fabulous. I was surprised at how quickly I got into it. He slipped a finger inside me and worked my g-spot for a moment, and then boom! Sudden explosive orgasm #1, blending into #2, #3 and #4 as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. He loves it when I come in his mouth, as much as I love it when he comes in mine, and both are not frequent occasions. When I came the fourth time my hips lifted off the bed and I growled, squeezing his head between my thighs.
He came up for air and I lay there twitching and panting and limp. He grabbed a pillow and jammed it under my hips, sliding inside me with a gasp. Two strokes and I was coming again, noisily, gushing around his cock and arching against him. He moaned and fucked me harder. I grabbed my thighs and pulled them back, spreading myself wider, opening myself to him.
He slammed into me hard a few times, then pulled out, jacking himself off and rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. I came. He came, yelling and fountaining come all over my belly.
And as soon as we were done, I clamped my hands to my temples and whimpered. Without the fucking to distract me, the headache was insanely bad. Every orgasm I'd had had ramped it up just a little bit more. Six times and I'd started to lose my composure, my ability to concentrate on the fuck. Seven and I might have started to cry.
He turned the lights out, got me a towel and some aspirin, and left me to recover.
This headache crap can stop any time now.
posted by Seraglio @ 10:42 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:09 AM,
Anonymous said…
Same thing happening to me. Called the doctor -- I suspected it was due to progesterone I've been taking to control excessive bleeding in periods. Its working great for that AND has increased my libido like crazy (hubby can hardly keep up!). But can't do the migraines -- my head will explode!
Dr. confirmed that both are side effects of the hormone. Suggested reducing my dosage. Will experiment so I can keep the libido and ditch the migraines.
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