These Four Words Helped Me Have the Best Orgasm of My Life
No, it wasn’t “I folded the laundry”
My husband was preparing dinner when he first mentioned them.
“Next time we’re fooling around, I’m going to whisper four words in your ear. They’ll make you very, very excited.”
He wouldn’t tell me what they were. I teased him for thinking he discovered some kind of magical incantation.
“Oh no, not magic,” he said. “They’re instructions.”
Well now I was really skeptical. I might be a pillow princess, but I top from the bottom. I don’t do well with being told what to do.
I had no idea what his four-word instructions were going to be. I just hoped they wouldn’t start with “suck,” “swallow,” or “bend over.”
He brought the four words up a few more times, still insisting I would love them. And really, they were already working. I was practically ready to fuck him just so I could stop wondering what they were.
Restraint Doesn’t Have to Be Physical
The night I finally heard the four words, we started off doing all the usual husband and wife stuff.
You know, eating edibles, giggling at YouTube videos, and then capping everything off by scrolling through 4 pages on Pornhub to find a video that looked like it would tickle our fancies.
We were high. We were horny. So it didn’t take too long for his hands to make their way down my shorts, then down my underwear.
Mr. Austin normally loves giving me orgasms, but this night, he decided to keep me from having them. He would bring me to the point where I was panting, whispering the Lord’s name, and bucking my hips - and then he’d pull his fingers away before I could reach my climax.
It made me feel physically frustrated. It made me desperate. It was hot as fuck.
Plus, I knew when he finally let me come, the orgasm would be huge.
Part of me wondered if he was just edging me so he’d get to finish watching the video we chose. The title said “She knows how to handle two cocks” and I know Mr. Austin would have liked to see if the video delivered on that promise.
But we never did get to the end of the video. That wasn’t the reason he was denying me pleasure. It’s because taking control away from me was the theme for the night.
After denying me yet another orgasm, Mr. Austin leaned in and whispered in my ear:
“Don’t make a sound.”
So there they were. The four words.
And he was right. They worked. I had an instant rush of arousal as soon as I heard them.
I’m a very vocal lady in the bedroom. I moan, I groan, I gasp, and when things get good, I shout. When I’m in the throes of passion I let loose a lot of “Oh fucks,” “Oh my Gods,” and a liberal dose of “Yes!”
Keeping quiet was going to be difficult. But I was up for it.
I’m not always the biggest fan of physical restraint. I don’t own a pair of handcuffs (anymore). I didn’t bother buying a bed with posts I could be tied to. And ball gags just look uncomfortable.
But this kind of self-restraint I can get off on. I love playing these little games where I give up control. So, I was there for it.
I kept my lips shut tightly together. I pressed my hand against my mouth. When things got really intense, I practically bit down on my forearm.
This was one game I wasn’t very good at. I let a few moans and exclamations escape my lips. And each time, Mr. Austin took his mouth off me as punishment. That only made me want more.
I have a few different types of orgasms. Some are on the weaker and quicker side. They’re fun and enjoyable, but they always just leave me wanting more. There are the strong ones. Those leave me feeling shaken and satisfied. Then there are the insanely strong, insanely powerful, long-lasting, show-stopping orgasms that make me so fucking happy they give me a fit of laughter.
Focusing on being quiet did something new to me. It helped me block out those smaller orgasms. I could feel them coming, and I would just sort of will them away. Instead of coming several times, I just kept building to a larger and larger payoff. But I had no idea just how big the payoff would be.
Eventually, I couldn’t hold myself back. I unraveled into the biggest, most powerful, most incredible orgasm I have ever had in my life. It lasted longer than I thought orgasms could last. I shook violently. Every single muscle inside of me tensed up. I forgot to stay quiet (thankfully, my husband didn’t pull away this time!)
As soon as it was over, I felt a huge rush of emotions washing over me. I laughed. I cried. I twitched and gasped. It was like my body couldn’t figure out how to recover from it.
There are no words to describe how amazing it felt.
And it all happened because of four little words.
Break Your Routine
Mr. Austin didn’t think of those four words on his own. Later that night, he told me he got the idea from fellow Medium writer Rachael Hope. She recommended it as a tip for having sex while you have kids at home. But I think we’re going to keep playing this little game long after we’re empty nesters.
There are so many things I loved about trying to stay quiet while my husband went down on me. One of them is that I could just focus on the pleasure I was experiencing.
I don’t fake any of my moans and shouts (well, not anymore), but there’s always a little performative aspect to them. Part of the reason I enjoy being so loud in bed is because I like showing my husband he’s doing a good job.
Forcing myself to be quiet meant I didn’t have to worry about any of that. I didn’t have to ask myself whether I was giving him all the right signals, all the proper feedback. In fact, I wasn’t supposed to give him any of that. I just had to lay down and focus on how good it felt to have his tongue lapping my clit.
I also loved that I was giving up control and making myself vulnerable in a way that still felt completely safe. The only person restraining me was myself, so I didn’t feel too compromised to enjoy myself.
And it was just plain fucking hot. Whispering that kind of shit in your lover’s ear is the stuff erotic novels are made of.
But maybe the best part was the excitement of trying something new.
Our sex life is far from routine. We’ve got a lot of different moves and positions that we’ll use in different combinations. We’ve each spent more than 15 years watching porn, reading erotica, looking at weird sex tips online, and just using our overly active and hypersexualized imaginations.
We have a lot to draw from. So, finding something new to try was a real treat.
If I’ve got a take-home message from this mind-blowingly orgasmic experience, it’s just that: try something new. You’re never too old or too experienced to discover something fun you haven’t done yet.
And if you can’t come up with anything, why not give those four words a shot? You might not get (or give) an earth-shattering orgasm. But you’ll have an amazing time trying.
If you liked this article, you should totally check out the Add a Little Bit of Spice (Introducing BDSM, Kinky Toys, and Sexy Helplessness) episode of my dirty and intimate sex podcast, Pillow Talk With Emma Austin!
