Orgasmic Birth Book Novels & Stories

I groaned, enduring an extraordinary pain that felt like it was splitting my hips in two. “Yes, baby! I'm here! I'm not going anywhere,” Samuel whispered intently beside my ear. His strong fingers gripped my hand tightly, letting my nails dig deep into his skin without any regard for his own pain. “You're such a strong woman, Emelia. Just a little more... for our child.” “Come on, Mrs.! One more strong push! One... two... three... push!” “ARGHHH...!” With the very last of my strength, I focused everything I had into that final push, letting the peak of the pain shatter through my consciousness. And right at that peak, a miracle so vividly real filled the entire room.

~Phoebe The image burned behind my eyelids, a jagged shard of memory. Lydia’s legs spread wide on a hard wooden bathroom, my uncle’s face buried between her thighs, her moans swallowed by the sterile silence of hymnals. Gerard’s fingers curled inside me, driving hard, striking that precise, electric spot again. I shattered. My orgasm wasn’t a wave; it was a fucking tsunami. My pussy clenched violently around his invading fingers, gushing in a hot, thick spray that soaked his hand and slicked his wrist. I screamed. A raw, animal sound that tore from my throat, as tears streamed down my face.

Only sharp gasps of ecstasy tore out of their throats on every hard thrust. The stranger shouted with another orgasm, longer and even more intense, and his body convulsed. The heated hole clenched harder than ever, and Brian saw stars. It felt as if a hungry mouth was sucking him in, the omega’s strong internal muscles milking his c*ck, drawing his seed out of his balls. Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. C*m gushed out of his c*ck, and his knot swelled, locking them together. Wrapping himself around the quivering body, Brian couldn’t stop pumping his hips.

"Booking tickets? Where are you planning to go?" I turned my phone face down on the table. "I was refunding concert tickets. I missed the show because of the hospital." He pinched my cheek and smiled. "You could have had someone else do that. Why did you leave the hospital by yourself? Why didn't you wait for me to pick you up?" Before I could answer, the door opened. Elena walked in carrying a bottle of massage oil, all soft smiles and concern. "You just gave birth, little sister. Your back and legs must be aching. I learned a few therapy techniques. Let me help."

Her loud scream echoed through the bathroom wall and her nails pressed into the side of the porcelain tub painfully with her muscled spasming from the orgasm. Relentlessly, the bullet vibrator did not slow as the app registered her first orgasm. Cassie felt her insides convulse violently as strength left her legs. Shaking as if she was possessed and eyes rolling to the back of her head, Cassie felt another wave of pleasure course through her blood, stopping her breath for a good few seconds before she came back to another torturous round of orgasm from the violent vibrations.

My tongue circled his finger, teasing him. The heat in his eyes warned me that I was playing with fire. ‘Careful, doll. You might end up pregnant right away if you keep it up,’ he warned me with a sinful smirk on his face. Gabriel was sitting behind me, massaging my shoulders, arms, and back. It was seriously making a difference. I swore that they had magic fingers or something. They were both beyond amazing. They had taken it upon themselves to learn everything that they could to ensure that I had the best possible birthing experience. There was even soft music playing in the background. Every delivery needed a soundtrack to it.

The air was thick with tension and the musky scent of sweat. The moon’s glow filtered through the curtains, casting shadows that danced around the room. Aurora gritted her teeth, clutching the edges of the bed. The pain started as a deep ache in her lower back, intensifying with each passing moment. “Westin,” she gasped, her voice strained, “I can’t...” “Of course, you can…You can do this, baby.” Westin caressed her forehead and whispered into her ears, “Think about this child, Aurora. How much you looked forward to the birth of this child. Just a few hours and this child will be born…and we will be the happiest parents on earth…”

She was so wet that morning that I not only felt but hear her sweet juices every time our hips meet and retracted. Switching both her hands into one of mine, I used the other to lift her leg higher, cradling it in the crook of my arm. When I pushed in even deeper, we both cried out quietly because we had a pre-teen sleeping a few rooms down. "Are you sure this is okay?" I managed to ask through the haze of sex clouding my brain. "I mean, the book says it's okay, but I don't want to hurt the-" “Please forget the damned book,” she pleaded. “The baby is safe. This is good. This is really good.”

Present me set it aside… and opened my notebook. Achieving Mind-Blowing Orgasms, I wrote dutifully on my reading log, blocked letters underlined twice. The book had been waiting since Monday, voluptuous promises baked into its table of contents. But the introduction insisted on foundations—nervous system, context, trust—and the word foundations made me feel like a shaky Jenga tower wary of its next block. I read a paragraph. Then another. The blue box breathed beside me like a second presence. “If you had eyes,” I told it, “you’d be staring.”

I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section. "Funny, I thought they had dispelled that old myth about different types and everyone agrees there's just the one kind now," she says. "Type of book, I meant!" I feel my face flush and I know I'm probably blushing. "I knew what you meant," she says, patting me on the arm, playfully. "I was just kidding!" Her smile shows beautiful white teeth between her thick, ruby lips. "That was good!" I return her wide smile and recover my composure. "There really are a lot of different types of orgasm books. Here's one called The Multi-Orgasmic Woman," I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf.