My floaty place comes with sex with one particular man. Every time. I've never felt this during sex before but with him...it's from start to finish. It's a body/head rush the whole time.
Yes!! I only started having my floaty place with my wife. Never experienced it before, and am totally clueless if I can experience this with anyone else.
The floaty place isn't something I manage to access all the time, with all partners. Nor is it linked directly to orgasm for me.
If the two aren't linked can you be in the floaty place and never experience an orgasm? For MrsR it seems to be linked. She gets into this trance, keeps moving has an orgasm, keeps moving has another orgasm, keeps moving, etc. It's like instead of peaks and valleys it's peaks and almost peak, then peak, then almost peak. her orga-orga-orgasms.
With my favourite FB I go straight into the floaty place almost as soon as he speaks, and I remain there until the end of the session. With other partners I may not get there at all, or it might be only momentary, although with one past partner I used to spend a fair amount of time in the floaty place (not as much as with my favourite FB).
I know your deep spot is the spot for you as well, but is it the only spot? In other words were your FB and this past partner rubbing your backstop as ferociously?
When I'm in the floaty place, I literally feel like I'm floating. My head is all fuzzy. In the same way that alcohol and drugs have physiological effects on the brain, my floaty place has it's own physiological aspects. As hil mentioned, it's a high, and a bit like being delirious. This physical high is very much part of what makes it so addictive for me. If it could be bottled or smoked, I would be taking it.
Totally agree with this. In fact it's gotten much worse/much better/more intense for us. Since we're both feeling it simultaneously, we feed off of each other's high. Not sure what this would be like if only one of us was floating and the other wasn't.
Well, duh, it would still be a good time, I guess.
Physical effects of the floaty place . . . The floaty place makes me feel completely disconnected from reality. I lose control of my body (although my ability to suck cock seems to remain intact :biggrin1
. I lose control of my mouth (seriously, I can't put together a word, let alone a sentence). I can't put a thought together. I don't feel physical sensations in a conscious sense anymore, although I obviously still feel them as they are part of what is keeping me floating and orgasming. Apparently my eyes roll back in my head and they get a strange glazed look.
When MrsR and I first got together I literally freaked out (and got soft almost immediately) the first few times she came. They were full body/all out crying orgasms. She later explained that it was indescribable and intense. I need to send her a copy of this whole thread.
Psychological effects . . . Again, the disconnected from reality thing comes into play. I feel as though I am no longer tethered to reality. Nothing else exists except for the feelings resulting from the sex we are having. But unlike Nico and RawDog, I don't feel it as an affirmation of self. I feel it as a loss of self. I no longer have any connection to the person I think of as me, nor am I conscious of having a self.
This may explain why we clutch each other so tightly when we float. We are each other's safety net. I almost can't stand masturbating anymore because of how empty it makes me feel. I mean masturbating relieves the congested feeling I have behind my balls, but it doesn't give me the fix that sex in the floaty place does.
I find the floaty place utterly thrilling and addictive, and utterly terrifying all at once. The lack of sense of self and the complete vulnerability of it scares me. I always want more, yet the idea of being there permanently scares the hell out of me.
I feel I know you a little better now. :smile:
I feel as if i am going to the very core of who I am. All the stuff that may be thought of as "me" all the worries and daily travails, the transient hopes and needs, these fall away. I am reduced( or perhaps elavated?) to the pure core of who i am.
This I can relate to as well. Empathizer wrote something like this once, if I find it I'll copy it to this thread. Good description. Very familiar.
I am lucky in that i can share it with my FB.i am aware of when he is there with me and when he isn't. Sometimes he is at the periphery of it. I am vaguely aware of what my body is doing.
I'm not sure how to say this without sounding full of myself, but I've had FB's who've fallen in love with me after the sex when we already agreed to keeping it as FB's. How do you maintain an FB relationship *after* realizing this floaty place?
It has taken the better part of a year to really concentrate enough to be able to describe it. And that was only through RD's prodding me to
:biggrin1: You're welcome :biggrin1:
In doing so I find that I can't enter it as easily, or stay as long. For me (very unlike Mr. RD) I can't analyze it and stay there at the same time, lol!
My analyses come from a lot of half sentences with my wife when we're floating. a lot of "Oh my god, can you feel that?" and "oh god" and "It feels like..." followed by silence without bothering to finish the sentence.
I can reverse chain the events later. I can key into my (thankfully!) wonderful memory and look at it from that vantage. I can almost get there through thinking of it, but haven't tried:redace:
See, I have a hard time remembering the feeling, I have an easy time remembering the words and half sentences.
Feeling tingling and out of it, is just the first stage, before the total floaty feeling. I do compare it to feeling high. The only other time I come close to it is kinda silly. On a hot day, that initial moment of breaking the surface of the water (not jarringly cold water but refreshingly cool water) almost mimics it for me. The unexpected change in temp cinfuses my nervous system a bit, bith exciting and calming it simultaneuosly. I can feel my self (the superficial self) slipping away, the whittling to the core me taking place. But this floaty-ish place is only mine. There is no other person in it. None. And it is short lived, a few seconds if that. Still, it is the closest I have approached it outside the heat of passion of my FB and me.
Mine is similar in that there is a definite boundary to when it starts. But I feel it more like two ships joining in space when the docking clamps engage, and there's like a vacuum seal between the two. <-- That was my piss poor attempt at a description, but plugging into the Matrix is something I've already over-used.
