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Who is the person that have given you the best orgasm?
Mon cher Monsieur,
It is so delightful to receive letters in these hours of total boredom
that I will do my very best to quench your thirst for knowledge. Only,
you will pardon me for having taken so long in answering you, but such
questions do require that I ponder and reflect so as to be as thorough
as you, I am sure, would like me to be!
Have I given any good orgasm? This should have been your question, but
more to the point you should have asked me: do you give a damn, my good
sir, if your partner has enjoyed a good or a bad orgasm? Are there any
such things as a bad orgasm? And what, pray, does "better orgasm" mean?
Better than what?
The first, immediate and most unreasonable answer would have been: no,
I don't give a damn, never have I given any damn about my partner's
orgasm. So there. But I can see that your question betrays a much
deeper thought, so I will try to assuage your inquisitiveness with some
philosophical discourse. Why do I not care? Does pleasure in the object
of my desires and voluptuousness increase mine? Not one bit, my dear
philosopher. On the contrary, whatever pleasure that object experiences
takes away from mine own.
Let me explain with a more appropriate example. Let's suppose, for the
sake of philosophical inquiry, that you venture into an art gallery and
stop for a while in total admiration of a most delightful painting. Do
you ever imagine that the pleasure you're taking in contemplation
increases the pleasure the painting may experience in being
contemplated? Or rather, how would you feel if you knew that the
painting is taking pleasure unbeknownst to you? Don't wince, my good
sir, I'm not mad (contrary to popular belief), for I know perfectly
well that the painting is totally incapable of experiencing any feeling
or sensation. What I'm driving at is precisely that: we enjoy staring
at good pieces of art because we know they cannot feel or reciprocate
our pleasure. But let's suppose that the object that is giving you
pleasure is capable of feeling joy, ecstasy, or whatever. Does that not
bother you? Don't you feel in some way betrayed and abandoned by its
total immersion in its own feelings as to distract itself from the
procurement of your enjoyment? I would venture to say that you'd feel
ignored, irritated, perhaps even hindered in your enjoyment, as though
you were there to please that damn painting instead of enjoying it!
Likewise with other human beings, who, just like that painting, are
there only to provide you with pleasure and not receive it themselves,
because pleasure is in a most definite quantity and the more you feel
the less the object of your desires feels it; the more he or she feels
it, the less there is for you. But I will go further: the pain that
person will endure and suffer can only increase and intensify the joy
and pleasure that you will experience. So, to return to your
interesting question my answer can only be this: no one has ever had
any good or bad orgasms with me.
At this point you may ask: who has given me the better orgasm? But here
too my answer must be, sorry to say, most disappointing for you, for
there are no better or worse orgasms. All ecstatic sensations are by
their very nature exclusive and unique and cannot be compared or rated.
Every orgasm is the highest pleasure that I (or you) can enjoy and
let's leave it at that, shall we?
In hope of having satisfied your philosophical curiosity, and I remain your most humble servant
D. A. F. de Sade
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