I've had too many great ones to remember. What I remember are the special people who gave them to me and the special times we shared them.
Memories yes - Too many to count.
Desires to improve them - every day.
The most memorable female orgasm I was ever involved with was a squirting incident, which was the last of a series of orgasms for her. I was experimenting with coordinating between licking and sucking her clit and using my middle and ring fingers to rub her G Spot. I had done it before, but had not yet perfected the rhythm and timing until that day. All of a sudden, everything started happening at once. She started involuntarily grasping my fingers with her vagina, her labia started pulsating, she started squirting, her thighs started quivering, completely out of control, inhuman sounds came out of her mouth and I noticed her eyes rolling back into her head. For some weird reason, I was thinking back to Vietnam, when I was an up-close witness to a B-52 strike that was part of the Rolling Thunder project. Finally, I got up to take a leak and she asked me if I could carry her since her legs didn't work. If I could duplicate that. I could die happy.