by hannah
November 16th, 2009
Dear Dr. Sex, what’s the deal with multiple orgasms? Are they really possible for women and men? If so, how? And are they worth it?
Dear Hannah, that’s quite the loaded question, and the short answer is: read and learn, and yes.
Multiple orgasms (or serial orgasms), are a series of orgasms experienced in one sexual encounter. The folks in the Far East have known about this for centuries, and luckily, it’s made its way to LA. Now let me teach you a little about this ancient art of lovemaking that the Taoists and your sexually adventurous BFF Jack enjoy.
For men, we’re at a slight disadvantage because we have this pesky arousal stage called resolution, which is a guy’s refractory period after ejaculation (women often refer to this as snoring). But, men can work around the refractory period by learning to separate orgasm from ejaculation. There is a difference, and if you become skilled at recognizing it, you too will be able to strap yourself in for a wild series of orgasms, ending with one great big ejaculation—yeehaw!…
by hannah
August 24th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 4)
CHAPTER 4: MULTIPLE ORGASMS.
It’s seven-thirty in the evening and I’m just now driving home from San Bernardino County. I’m trying to unwind from a meeting with my boss and the developer we’re working with to build another perfectly sterile community. The meeting ran late because they couldn’t decide whether the color scheme for the new neighborhood should be lemon chiffon, lavender pink, and russet brown or cosmic latte white, tea green, and purple taupe. As if one or the other will improve anyone’s ability to find their house. I finally suggest we speckle the neighborhood with a little of both. They think I’m brilliant. This is why I get paid the big bucks.
It’s raining and all of Southern California is in shock—swerving, nervously pumping their brake pedals, and driving so slowly I’ll have another grey hair by the time I get home. One quick blow from a Lake Michigan ice storm is all it would take to wipe out half the population…and then I would never have to deal with the idea of tea-green stucco again. My phone rings, interrupting my twisted yet pleasing thought. It’s Jack.
“I’ve got problems.” Jack’s voice is pinched. “The Police Officer wants us to be monogamous.”
