At risk of sounding bonkers, when I think of the experience of an orgasm I can’t tell you how it feels. I don’t have words for that. But a little image sequence plays in my head. That I can describe, but not in two or three words.
Someone stands at the end of a bed. They’re in the middle of making it and they snap-flap the top sheet so that it settles back on the mattress crease-free. It’s the movement, the quickness, the moment of ascension, the way the energy travels through the sheet and the way it settles down just the way it should, smooth and relaxed.
At least that’s the kind I like best.