I have been trying to work out how best to put my lockdown time to good use. There’s a thought that has often flashed across my mind – I wonder how many orgasms I could have in one day if I really tried? Surely lockdown is a good time to find out.

Hot Octopuss clearly had my endeavour in mind with the AMO bullet vibrator. Small enough to not give me wrist ache and powerful enough to keep me gasping. For me, wanking is more functional than sex – I need to come so have a quick buzz and I can move on with my day. Oh, and I am quick. I have a thing for metrics (sexy!) so have timed how long it takes me from a standing start to orgasm. It’s around 75 seconds.

What I’ve never done is record every orgasm I’ve had in a day. Until now. Thanks, COVID!

I don’t know what the science is but when a client lover delivers me an orgasm they are weirdly sating, so generally two tops and I’m done. However, when I’m masturbating it’s like being at an all-you-can-eat restaurant with an unlimited appetite. I’ll come, and can go again almost immediately. It’s freakin brilliant.

Every orgasm, over one day

5.40am. I wake early and fire up the bullet immediately… why not? I love how it feels rounded on one side and gently tapered on the other. I start on a low setting and slip it onto the sweet spot as I gently scroll through a rolodex of fantasies to start the day. I have a few very naughty ones at the moment that I love thinking about.

As a woman I have to rely on my imagination. Porn is still predominantly made for men and I have to scrape around finding and stitching together scenes that I will find hot because they’re just not made for me. The thing I find hottest is the way a man’s breath catches in his throat when he can’t quite get enough air in to cope with the desire he’s experiencing. Tiny nuances of facial expression and noises he makes as pleasure courses through him. His face as he approaches climax. That’s what I find hot. I love seeing cum fly but mostly what I’m presented with is it landing on a girl’s face or tits. It’s one of the reasons why I often watch gay porn. More cocks and more cum! There you go, something else you didn’t know about Lily. I watch gay porn. 😊

So, I start by skimming through my memories and landing in my mind’s eye is the head of a large straining cock with my tongue starting to trace around the head with my lips and tongue. Gentle gliding. Lapping up the bead of sweetness that has appeared on the tip as an amuse bouche. That vision alone makes for orgasm number one.

I am a sensual dominant which means that I get off on your pleasure. Possibly even more than you. When I touch you I can feel it. I don’t know how but I get your pleasure and I get mine. When I stroke your skin, I can feel your nerve endings. So, for me my greatest pleasure is having a cock in my mouth. Because at this point you are entirely mine; I get all my oral pleasure from feeling you in my mouth and I get yours too. It’s rather greedy to be honest. So, my tongue and lips continue to enjoy you and as I get closer to orgasm, I search around for what will pop me over the top of the rollercoaster; I have a mixture of tableaux and short filthy scenes that run in a loop…

9am. I have come 10 times. I think this is about where I’m at as a previous record. There was a day my husband a long time ago (we are not married anymore) propped me over a pillow and continually licked my arsehole while I made myself come – I’m pretty sure I went to double figures that time.

11am. I have come 16 times. My pussy is tingling. I ramp up the vibes so that my clit has no choice but to start climbing again – very impressed with the engine on this bullet, it’s definitely keeping up. The fantasies that I use to tip me over start to get dirtier and I let them run free.

The day I gave permission to my imagination to have whatever it wanted was so liberating. I held back on my own thoughts for a long time because we’re all supposed to share our fantasies with our partners, right? So, I felt that I didn’t want to have ‘secret’ thoughts. But I’ve since realised that I don’t need to share those glimpses of depravity because the real joy of them is that I know they’re safe in a vacuum. I am happy to share things that I actually want to do but the real joy of my filthy playground is that I can be anything at all… nobody will know. Such is fantasy life!

1pm. I have come 22 times. I need some extra help, so I indulge in making myself squirt

10.45pm. I finally have an answer to the question ‘how many orgasms can I have in one day?’

The result? I have come 28 times. The final six orgasms were far from a sprint finish: one every few hours until I finally had to admit I was spent.

I now know what my limit is. And I’ve made a new best friend.

Thanks to lockdown and COVID 😊