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Fifteen
Minutes of Orgasmic Ecstasy:
“We
are, so I’d like to end the talk and demonstrate for you ten to
fifteen minutes of orgasmic ecstasy.”
“Didn’t
you already do that in the shower?”
“That
wasn’t for very long.”
“It
seemed long to me.”
“That’s
because you’re not used to extended orgasms.
I want to demonstrate this so you’ll see it can be done.”
“You
can do that because you are a woman.”
“That’s
bullshit, Stoney. Anything
I can do you can do as well.
I personally know several men who are multi-orgasmic.
The fact that you have a male body and I have a female body means
very little. We can
both experience the same intensities and durations of bliss.
We simple need to use slightly different approaches.”
“The
major distinction is that most men still believe that extended orgasms
are impossible, and therefore, for them they are impossible.
As I said earlier, I intend to demonstrate for you how you can
raise your passion, your pleasure, and your orgasmic ecstasy to levels
that you have previously considered to be impossible and unreachable.
But, of course, we can skip the demonstration if you prefer.”
“Oh!
No! No.
The demonstration please.”
“Good.
I’ve been looking forward to this part of our sharing.
You can share this with me however you choose as long as you
remember to maintain the integrity of our separate body fluids.
You can touch me, massage me, stroke me; you can even put your
finger inside me as long as you maintain the integrity of our separate
body fluids. If you
play with your lingam with one hand, use only the other hand to touch me
and I will do likewise. When
you come, be sure you don’t squirt all over the place and
particularly, do not come on me.
I don’t mean to sound clinical, but I do want us to be clear
about our intentions. Are
you okay with this?”
“Yes!”
“Good.
Then I declare that I am experiencing at least ten minutes of
intense orgasmic ecstasy while you are here with me, watching me, and/or
touching me. What is
your intention?”
“My
intention is to share orgasmic ecstasy with you, to be here with you and
for you.”
“Good.
I think we need a mood shifter.
I’ll put on some music.”
Jazbell gets up and puts on a CD titled, “Music to Disappear
In” by Raphael. She
begins to dance around in rhythm with the music and motions me to join
her. She swirls and turns coming close to me and then moving
away again.
“Spin
yourself in clockwise circles,” she says.
I’m already dizzy just watching her.
I start spinning but soon have to stop and sit back down lest I
fall down. Jazbell keeps on spinning and then literally throws
herself back onto the couch.
She laughs, then giggles, then groans, closes her eyes and begins
to move her hands over the front of her body.
Her fingers dance over her body like little elves having a field
day in a flower garden. I
watch in awe as those fingers dance around her face, into her hair, over
and around her breasts, and then down her belly, over the mountain into
the valley of love.
She
opens her eyes briefly, I assume to see what I am doing and if I’m
watching. “Stroke
yourself, watch me, and remember to breathe,” she says and then she
closes her eyes again. She
extends her foot toward me and her leg makes full contact with me along
the inside of my right leg. As
she moves her hips, her toes come so close to my testicles that they
brush against the hair but do not quite touch flesh.
Again
she opens her eyes and looks at me.
Even though she is smiling and looking at me she is, at the same
time, a million miles away. Her
right hand is making slow circles between her legs.
Her mouth is partially opened and her eyes have a glazed look. Her eyeballs roll up and her head tilts back.
Her eyes close and she is gone.
After a moment she is back and looks at me again.
I
am so excited watching her that I completely forget about breathing or
about controlling myself and, as a result, I soon find myself in an
intense orgasm. I
have to cover my lingam with my free hand to prevent squirting fluids
all the way into the next county.
Jazbell feels the warm semen falling onto her foot.
She opens her eyes and smiles at me.
Her hand continues its slow stroking between her legs.
Her eyes roll back and then close.
She is gone again.
I
just sit and watch for some minutes as Jazbell rolls, and slides, and
floats through orgasmic heaven.
I become aware of the same hip movements and the associated,
harmonic, rhythmic breathing that I noticed earlier in the shower.
I silently offer a prayer of gratitude for my good fortune to be
here with her. As my last words are silently offered, Jazbell opens
her eyes, looks at me and says, “Thank you, Stoney.”
Her eyes close, and she’s gone again.
Eventually
the moaning and moving and stroking subside and stillness rules the
couch. The beautiful music is still playing softly behind me.
I take some tissue and begin to wipe Jazbell’s foot.
Jazbell opens her eyes and says, “What a delightful experience.
Heaven is a real place.
I can assure you of that.”
“What
made you open your eyes a few minutes ago and say, “Thank you,
Stoney?”
“Did
I do that? Hum.
I don’t remember. Well,
it sounds like the right thing to say so here goes, Thank you, Stoney.
Thank you, Stoney. Thank
you, Stoney!”
“I
had just completed offering a silent prayer of gratitude when you opened
your eyes, looked at me and said, Thank you, Stoney.”
“Sounds
to me like we were on the same wave length — sex as a spiritual
experience, prayers and all.”
“One
other thing I need to clear up.”
“What’s
that?” she says.
“My
apologies for coming on your foot.”
“Actually,
I rather enjoyed it. It
didn’t violate our body fluids agreement, so under the circumstances
it was fine.”
“But
I did get semen on you and I had agreed not to do that.”
“If
I were masturbating you, I would expect to get semen on my hands.
I put my foot in the way, so don’t be concerned about it.”
“Good.”
“Anything
else?” she asks.
“Yes.
Thank you for sharing your orgasms with me.”
“Believe
me, I enjoyed it more than you did.”
“Yes,
I can believe that.”
End
of Chapter Twenty Eight --- An Anatomy Lesson
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