No one will ever really forget O Day, the day every man and woman simultaneously and without warning, achieved orgasm. In London the time was 14:24, many were at work or going about their daily business. In New York work had just started, whereas in Los Angeles they were just waking up. In places like Tokyo and Sydney it was late at night, so many were at home. But those either working late or on a night out, they witnessed the moment just like the rest of us.
Much is said about that day, most of us remember it fondly, however there are those that fixate on the more unfortunate events. The car crashes, the multiple heart failures (mostly from the elderly or frail), or the outcry from the more conservative groups, calling the moment monumental proof of mankind's moral downfall.
There are many that view the day as a day of worldwide sexual awakening, noting the general feeling of euphoria that swept the world. As we reach the 10th anniversary of O Day, there has been no repeat, and already a generation has come through that did not experience it for themselves. I feel it is our duty to record our experiences for prosperity, to make sure the change that day ushered in continues long after we have left this planet.
I have spent the last 18 months listening to stories given by ordinary (and a few not so ordinary) people, about their experiences on the day the orgasms came. For privacy purposes many of the names have been changed, and it must also be noted that for legal reasons, we are unable to make reference to anyone under the age of 18.
I feel the best place to start is with my own, slightly unremarkable experience.
I had decided to work from home that day to try and put some time into my new novel. I still wish I had chosen otherwise and witnessed the scene in my office as my uptight colleagues came in front of each other. We also had a new batch of interns, all stunningly beautiful and made up like models. To see them discard their tight office dresses, and cum with abandon, it would have been wonderful. Unfortunately I was at home, and at around 12pm I went for a walk to try and get the creative juices flowing. I ended up distracted and returned home gone 1pm. I noticed my PA Marcelle had arrived and was already going about her business. I had lusted after Marcelle long before my wife had left me; I struggle to describe Marcelle's beauty. She was not a slim girl; you couldn't even describe her as "curvy." She was big, but it worked for her and she really was unrelentingly sexy. She had one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen, big eyes, full lips, and such a cute smile. Her long black hair would frame her perfect face, then cascade down her back. I was not subtle about my feelings, but any flirtations were shot down, and I had long since given up on anything other than a working relationship.
I had sat down to work and was half heartedly typing away for over an hour when 14:24 struck. I felt a warmth between my legs followed by a slight throbbing that quickly became unbearable. I heard Marcelle cry out from another room as I pulled my penis through my zipper. Seconds later I lost all control, my body shuddered as I fell back in my chair and ejaculated across my desk. I wish I'd had the control to move my keyboard or my computer screen, they were never the same again. I came like I'd been edging for hours. Since my wife left I'd become particularly adept at masturbating, and I'd spend hours building up my orgasms. Yet I had never felt this level of pleasure before.
