Yesterday. Just returning some old skills I practiced with others,.. on my own body really. That, and I currently feel less inhibited in my artwork.
Between each mind-blowing orgasm (on various degrees), mostly penile, pulsing stomache aftershocks, and a few enticing almost-there ones on other parts of my body,.. it just felt like a dream, like crashing waves of pleasure crashing against my insides, swirling around, carrying me from oceans to shores.
Yup, most definately best yet, even if it made one impossible mess to clean. Some other freaky ones to mention were the 40 hour hip-thrusting session (training purposes) and the 15 hour on-and-off that ended in a just under 2 minute orgasm (my longest orgasm yet... too blindingly violent and long to be appreciated though).
Basically:
What: Almost all day, on-and-off through yesterday.
How: The training that led me here, and I couldn't seem to keep my addicted hands off myself.
Worse than drugs. Definately worse.