By Angel and Hudson (My newest writer….we love Hudson!)
The truth is, I never set out to lose my virginity to an older woman.
Fed up with women my age, I had just been dumped by another girl who couldn’t even tell me why she was breaking up with me. Old school as it might be, I treat women well and was planning to save myself for marriage. I wanted to give that special woman everything including my virginity. Making it worse, I see the jerks and losers with hot girls who won’t even give me the time of day.
In the meantime I had burning desires and no one to talk to
One hot summer night, I ventured on a sex chat site. I struggled to find women there to talk to because their guard was up against all the losers pestering them for quick sex. Why should they think I’m any different?
Out of frustration, I messaged a woman “I suppose you are going to ignore me too.” Little did I know how much I would regret that first text. She was patient with me and I found out she was a wonderful person.
Somehow she seemed more real than some of my past real time girlfriends and I felt terrible for the way I approached her. She was not to blame for the crap other women had pulled on me. She said she was 36 and married to a loving man, but her sex life was almost non-existent.
After a week or so we exchanged pictures
I confessed to her I was a virgin and she confessed she was actually 59. We each thought the other would be turned away by this news, but it brought us closer if anything. We didn’t know if we would meet because neither liked the idea of cheating and I was still wanting to save myself for my future spouse.
One thing led to another and before long we were exchanging some hot fun texts. I swear I got to the point that I got hard just hearing the text alert coming from my phone. Soon we were meeting on Skype and my desire for her, to actually be with her physically, became overwhelming. She had an amazing body for her age and I just want to taste her, feel her, massage her.
She taught me a lot over the months.
“Never forget how important it is to create that sexual tension,” she said. “Once you have her riding the wave of her own desire for you, keep that tension going as long as possible. Make her wait.”
When she turned 60, we had been chatting for several months. She retired and was living in her winter house while her husband stayed at their other home. “How about you fly down to help me celebrate my birthday.” She texted me one day out of the blue. This time the bulge in my pants throbbed with instant desire. My heart caught in my throat as I texted back to her, “Nothing I would enjoy more!
“Fabulous! When can you come (wink wink)” came the text reply
I tried to stay nonchalant, as if getting an invitation to spend a hot weekend with a sexy older woman was something that happened every day. “When is good? I will book a flight.” My fingers fumbled with the buttons on my phone as I tried to get Suri to pull up flight info.
The thought of being in her bed intoxicated me. I reached down and held my firm self while I waited for the airline agent to come back to the phone. I wondered what she would be like in person. I was scared partly, what if she didn’t like me? What if I disappointed her?
“Sir? Sir?” a female voice interrupted me
“I have a flight on Thursday at 9 am, will that work for you?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” I thought.
“Book it.” I said.
We agreed not to have any skype meetings until I got there. Her idea to create even more anticipation than we already had. She told me that women over 50 need a lot of time to feel totally aroused. “If it gets too hard for you,” she told me one night, “take care of your own business before we chat. You never want to pressure a woman because you need to come.” I loved how honest she was with me.
Somehow I made it through the rest of the week and next thing you know, I was headed toward West Palm. My heart was pounding hard when the pilot announced our arrival. Knowing that she was so close was killing me. Luckily, I had just my backpack and did not have to deal with luggage. As soon as we were on the ground, I turned on my phone.
“Can’t wait, baby.” Was the text waiting for me “I’ll be in front in the black jaguar convertible.”
Rushing past people, I hurried to the exit. The minute I got outside, I saw her. She looked beautiful in that car. Big sunglasses and beautiful lipstick on full lips, a hat to protect her from the sun. She got out of the car and walked around to meet me. She had white capri’s and a shocking pink wife beater that accentuated her curves. I could barely breathe.
She reached up around my neck and hugged me. “I am so glad you came.” She whispered in my ear. Her perfume filled my nose and I melted in her arms.
“Move it along! Move it along!” The security guy said to us, blowing his whistle. I thought I saw a twinkle in his eye.
She put her hand on my thigh and I covered it with mine. We talked about something on the way to her place, but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Once we got there, I had to lay down, my head in her lap as she drove into her garage so the neighbors wouldn’t see me. As soon as the garage door was closed, she reached for me and I came the second she touched me.
“Don’t worry about it.” She said. “We have all weekend.”
As soon as we were in the house, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. She gave herself to me in every way. I didn’t feel very confident at first but once we started kissing, fondling and holding each other, she melted into me and let me stroke her and touch her. Because I had come already in the car, I was able to concentrate on her and her pleasure.
She was willing and responsive to my touch. Her orgasm was deep and I felt amazing knowing that it was me that was giving this to her. Her hand was scratching the top of my head as her moans of pure pleasure filled the room. “Yes, yes, please never stop.” She whispered hoarsely.
I was young and I stayed hard the whole time I pleasured her. Once her orgasm was over, she gave me a blow job I will never forget. She worked me over like she genuinely cared for me. She told me she had never had a cock as thick as mine. I could feel myself building up, Oh God.
Aching with need I let myself go. She sucked and milked me as I held her hair back so I could see how beautiful she looked. Everything I hoped for was happening. She held me in her mouth until I got soft and then she crawled up and snuggled herself against my chest.
She was insatiable and a great coach
We spent most of the next 3 days exploring each other’s fantasies and ordering in food. By the last day, we had christened every room in her new house. She was insatiable and a great coach. She gave me so much confidence in myself and was totally cool about me being inexperienced at first.
I definitely don’t regret giving my virginity to her and I can’t wait to meet with her again. We both know it will happen soon. You never know what life will throw at you. I never thought I would meet someone from a chat site, let alone with the rude way I introduced myself. I will forever be grateful that she didn’t judge me and gave me a chance.
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Read Part 1 Here: Sexy Snowy Spring Day In Boston
There was so much I wanted to know. Was he dating anyone? How old was he? Was I the oldest woman he has been with? But all the questions muddled together in a wave of desire when I felt his hands running up the side of my body. His fingers just barely stroking my jeans and long sleeve tee.
“Please don’t stop, I….”
My back arched itself pressing my body toward his. My body was responding to him as if it had a life of its own. “Please don’t stop, I….” my words smothered by his smouldering kisses. I tipped my head back and followed his lead. My tongue tangled with his, each of us reaching, probing, tasting.
“Roll over,” he said smoothing the fleece next to him. I responded instantly. He had complete control of the moment and I was bewitched by him. “That’s my girl,” he said in a low whisper. The next thing I felt was him straddling my thighs and his hands squeezing my shoulders. His body weight held me in place.
“I don’t suppose you would like a little massage now would you?” He teased. “Mmmmmm…” was all I could manage. He smoothed my tee shirt working his way down my back with soft strokes. Goosebumps hit me in waves. Feeling his hands on my body through the pima cotton of my shirt made me squirm with delight.
I inhaled deeply, if he only knew.
He returned to my upper back and put his thumbs at the base of my head. Slowly he kneaded the tight sore muscles across my back and shoulders. “Ouch!” I said involuntarily. “You ok?” He asked stopping in place. “Oh yeah,” I giggled, “Hurts so good.” “OK, let me work it out.” He said leaning his thumbs into the knot.
“Tough day?” He whispered as he worked his strong fingers up and down the muscles on either side of my spine. I inhaled deeply, if he only knew. Instead I purred, “Better now!” Thanks to the wine and his intuitive touch, my body was melting like butter on a hot steaming buttermilk biscuit.
As if reading my mind, he began to stroke my sides, fingers just skimming the sides of my breasts again. I couldn’t control the shivers that told him all he needed to know. He slid to the side and gently kneaded down the back of each thigh. My hips began to move and I moved my legs apart to get more comfortable.
He responded with nips and bites.
He started with my right leg and began squeezing just above my knee…both hands wrapped around my leg. Slowly he moved his hands up my thigh until his hands squeezed right at the crease of my bum, his fingers brushing tantalizingly close to my lady bits.
I couldn’t help the small moans and cries that were bubbling up out of me. He was making me feel better than I knew I could feel. I felt an orgasm coming. I was so hungry for release that my body began to buck under his touch.
Sensing my need, Steve rolled me over and pulled me close. He began to kiss me, my lips swollen with desire opened and pulled his tongue into my mouth. He responded with nips and bites. I squealed with delight. He laughed and kissed me harder. I couldn’t get enough.
I could barely breathe.
He ran his hand down the center of my body, between my breasts and slowly approached my legs. I lifted my hips to meet him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his hand on me. I reached to push his hand to my now damp panties. He said, “Not yet, not yet,” taking my hand and wrapping my arm around his neck.
He then slipped his hand under my shirt and crept up toward my belly. Soon I felt his hand on my naked breast, kneading my nipple with just the right pressure. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I gasped. I could barely breathe.
Deep heaving pants took the place of my words and my orgasm took over. Shivering and convulsing, wave after delicious wave washed over me.
“Baby, Baby” I gasped as he held me tight, leg between my legs and holding my ladybits in a mesmerizing grip of pleasure.
“Take it in baby,” he whispered. “You deserve this. Take it in.”
My breathing started to slow down and I melted into his arms. A tear formed on my cheek as he stroked my hair and held me. “Shhhh, shhhhh,” I heard.
“A real shame that snow storm cancelled my flight,” he laughed slowly, letting me sit up and reach for my wine.
“Yeah,” I grinned back…”Dirty rotten shame. And we have all night.”
To Be Continued – I know, I am such a tease, right?
OK…here is the next chapter: Morning After Sex
Imagine for a moment that you could last 2 or 3 times longer in bed.
Imagine how YOU would feel…
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When you can finally “outlast” her in the bedroom and give her more pleasure every single night. (Yes, Yes, Yes…..)
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Exquisitely written by Top Jock Eddie R. and Angel
Click Here to Read What Happened Before They Boarded the Plane
The plane had been in the air for 30 minutes or so. “Time for the mile high club,” you had whispered in my ear. “I’m all yours,” I whispered back. You had crawled under the blanket and were hunkered down between my legs. “Fuck.” I said as you continued to tease me mercilessly.
I try to maintain some control.
I grip the arm rest and take my other hand and reach down and find the back of your neck and push your head down slightly. You push my hand back up gently to let me know you have full control of this.
I hear you whisper. “Let me do everything”. Sweeter words have never been said to a man. I let you take control and I settle into the back of my seat. I push the button to recline.
“She is incredible” I think to myself again. I can barely see your head move but you are moving my cock in and out the full length. Your hands are on my thighs massaging me rubbing me. I have given into you completely.
My mind wanders into thoughts I can not explain. Erotic and sensual, colour, sounds. I’m sure it hasn’t been long but it feels like it has been an hour. I’m not even sure if we took off yet. I actually don’t care. I whisper “Im going to lose it, slow down.” Another giggle.”No”.
You tease me into rock hardness.
You stop just long enough for me to catch my breath. I can feel your lips pulling each ball into your warm mouth. Your hand continues stroke me, barely skimming the skin as you tease me into rock hardness.
I whisper, “I want to take you here, under this blanket” a moan was all I could hear from you then followed by a breathy and incredibly sensuous “Soon, baby, soon.” The palm of your hand strokes my length, up and down. God I was close, so close.
I must have expressed it a little louder than I thought. You stopped all of the sudden. More moaning came from between my legs “I’m touching myself under here. I want you to imagine my hand between my legs slowly circling fingers dipping inside.”
“I’m thinking about your tongue licking me making me wet. Your mouth between my legs taking away my control.” Your words had the same grip on me as your mouth.
My jaw clenched, you kissed my thigh. I could tell you were doing what you said you were doing. Your soft hair head drifted on to my leg as you rested your head there and I could feel the motion of your hand as you pleasured yourself. You kissed and licked my thigh.
Take me how you want….
After a long sweet and silent rest, you slid up on to the seat next to me. I heard your breathe the word “Now” in my ear staying under the blanket. You looked into my eyes and I could see I needed to finish what you started for both of us.
You turned your back to me and I could see your skirt was up high and your panties were still on. Your goddess like ass was towards me and I pulled the blankets up over both of us to make sure nothing was revealed.
You pushed your perfect ass against me wanting me to spoon you. I could feel you move your legs slightly apart inviting me into you.
“Take me how you want.” More perfect words. I was painfully hard but what magnificent pain. It was easy to enter you, so wet and ready for me. I pulled your hips to me, from afar it just looked like we were just snuggling but if you were within five feet it would have been obvious.
I didn’t care anymore. The urgency of my lust was not going to let me stop. I thrust in you hard I could feel you grip my leg. Your nails sunk into my skin you drew a quick deep breath. I loved it. I grabbed your hips on both sides and pushed in and out in a slow motion primitive dance.
Your body started to shudder.
Your mouth opened and little words came out I couldn’t understand but I could tell you just started to feel your release. You gripped me tighter. “That’s it baby, more please” was what I heard.
I did as you asked I wrapped my arm around your waist and held you tighter. My first thought was I was afraid to hurt you but I surrendered to your pleasure, the lust.. the overwhelming desire you gave me fueled me. I clenched my teeth. “goddamn it” I whispered in your ear.
“I want more..uhhh…more” Your body started to shudder. I could tell your orgasm was in full throttle. You pressed yourself closer to me angling so I could reach deeper.
It triggered me too. I let go and exploded inside you and pushed into you in ecstacy. My hands moved up your body finding your breasts covered in perspiration still in your red lace bra.
My mouth found your ear and a bit it lightly trying not to hurt. We both shuddered further for another minute. You craned your head towards me and kissed me deep and long. I didn’t want to pull out. I kept slowly thrusting myself in you working our climax down.
We stayed like that for another couple of minutes and we finally “spruced” ourselves up. No one noticed eyes were closed asleep but what had just happened should have woke the plane.
You smiled and said to me “I hope I put your tray into an upright position.”
“So adorable,” I said as you snuggled under my arm and kissed the side of my neck. “And naughty….”
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I opened the tiny card that said “Good Vibrations” and read, “For my Princess. Enjoy!”
A shiver ran through me as I picked up the box and shook it for a clue as to the contents. Hmmm.
It took months before he coaxed me into an in person meeting
I was getting used to our infrequent sexcapades. We both were clear that no relationship was best. He was in a job transition and I was just out of a divorce. We lived 500 miles apart and rarely saw one another in person. But, when we DID get together, it was titanic.
He is 20 years younger than I am. When we met on line in the cyberchat room, age didn’t matter. He got my attention because he didn’t throw smut at me. In fact, he didn’t come on to me at all. He just chatted and entertained me one lonely winter night last year.
It took several months before he coaxed me into an in person meeting. Licking my wounds from my recent divorce I was super scared about falling for the wrong guy. He was patient and persistent.
“You deserve to feel good.” He said.
It sounded like a come on to me. Men don’t speak like that. All the men I had known didn’t care if I had an orgasm or not. As long as I accommodated them and got them off, that was all they cared about. My last guy was older than me and lost his sex drive right after we married. Ouch.
“You are a beautiful woman and you deserve to have what I can give you.” He said.
I didn’t trust him. “All men want one thing,” ran through my mind.
His cyber flirting was fun and addicting
But. What if he was real? What if bringing me pleasure was what he really wanted to do? His cyber flirting was fun and addicting. Soon the idea of meeting up in person became ok for me. He won me over with his sense of humor and flirting.
By time we met up that first time, I couldn’t wait to feel his hands and mouth on me. Little did I know how profoundly this generous and loving man would change my life. “Together” now for a year, my orgasms are getting longer, stronger and more delicious every time. I put together in quotes because we are not a conventional couple in any way.
Both committed to being single, we are single minded in keeping the boundaries clearly defined between us. Having a sex partner like this flies in the face of all I thought I knew. My Catholic upbringing stood smack in the way of orgasmic bliss. It took months of play before I became a sexual diva.
So no, we don’t have romantic dinners, candlelight, long stemmed red roses or scented bubble baths. We don’t date, text or email warm and fuzzy (and sappy) messages to one another. We don’t exchange gifts or celebrate holidays. We are not a dating couple in love.
What we are is sexually compatible partners. When we are together, we are together 100%. The “L” word appears from time to time. I do love having sex with him and I let him know that all the time. Occasionally I even say “I love you.” The first time that slipped out, I quickly apologized explaining, “I don’t mean LOVE, love….” It had just slipped out in the midst of a toe curling orgasm.
He said, “Shut up,” and kissed me. For such a younger man, he knows exactly how to please me and what I need.
“For when I am not here…..”
Fast Forward: Now I find a beautiful gift from my guy. Hmmmmmm.
I fingered the gold bow before I slipped it off and put it aside. My cat jumped at the bait and dragged the ribbon to the floor in a heap. I broke the seal holding the wrap in place and opened the box. Two toys were inside with a tiny note: “For when I am not here…..” I smiled with a little blush and felt the rush of heat hit me below the belt.
I laughed as I pulled the little Rabbit out of the box, the Wild Hare Sleeve. Cute and purple and soft latex for pleasing tender parts. Next I unwrapped the Purple Passion Bullet. The Rabbit slid on the Bullet making a combination that I giggled at. This little dynamo was considerably smaller and less powerful than my current vibe.
My cell phone buzzed.
“Did you get my present?”
I quickly texted back:
“Yes, you rascal you…..”
“I want you to have fun when I am not around.”
“Promise you will tell me how you like it…”
“That’s my girl.”
I had a mind blowing orgasm that night
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the little vibe looked a bit under-powered and purple. The least I could do was try it. I slid the bunny back into the box for later. I would give it a fair trial.
That night, after dinner and my nightly dose of Jimmy Kimmel, I went to bed with my Sex Butter and my new toy. Imagine how humble I felt when I contacted my man the next day with the report.
What this little vibe doesn’t have in straight out power, it more than makes up for in the overall feel. I had never tried such a soft tool. Once coated with my Sex Butter, this little Rabbit felt just like my lover’s tongue. The four speeds on the remote control made it easy to pick the vibe that was just right.
Stroking my lady bits with the ears of this vibe felt amazing. I had a mind blowing orgasm that night. Yes, I was thinking of my lover while I was using it so my imagination was a major player but the delicious feeling of the silicone jacket on the bullet made it happen for me. I was so blown away I didn’t wait to let my guy know.
“Hey” I texted, “You up?”
“Umm, yeah, always for you, baby.”
“I tried my new toy tonight.”
“Oh yeah? What do you think?”
“Yeah, wow. Feels like your tongue is on me.”
“No fair, makes me hard to hear you say that.”
“Maybe next time we can both play with it….”
“OK, I’ll hold you to it.”
“Oh, I hope so!”
“You love it.”
“Nothing better than a good girl who is only bad for you, right?”
“You know it, baby.”
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Are you a little shy when it comes to getting it on with your guy?
You might enjoy dabbling in a little cyber sexual play to practice your technique. Technique? How can you give a blow job at a distance? You can entertain your guys imagination and inspire him to take matters into his own hands.
The key to a great cyber blow job is simple.
Paint a vivid picture with your words. Text one part of the story at a time. You don’t need a scene for this story. He’s a guy, he will be ready for this cyber treat anytime!
Try sexting this story to him one number at a time and see if you can get that hunka hunka burnin’ love to whimper…
1. I want to give you a massage, I can’t wait to run my hands over your body.. If I were there, I would make you lay on your belly and straddle you.
2. I have your favorite massage oil and I can’t wait to rub your back. I lean over and my nipples just graze the smooth shiny skin between your shoulder blades. I feel them stiffen as they skim your back.
3. I feel you squirm under me, I know you want to turn over and kiss me, take me, but I won’t let you. It is my time, my turn to choose the time.
4. My hands start to stroke your sides and my fingers fingers slip under your hip bones. I feel you raise your hips as I stretch my fingers in so close to you but stopping just short.
5. Should I go on?
6. I slide off to one side and tell you to turn over now.
7. I crawl up until I can finally kiss you. I am on top and I am touching your lips so gently with mine. You reach hungry for a deeper kiss and I lean away…teasing you. I move backwards kissing your chin…down your neck, my breast brushing your chest as I move down.
8. My tongue circles each nipple licking, nipping at the skin on your chest. I let one hand drift between your legs. I take the boys in my hands and massage them gently as while I kiss and lick my way down your belly. Your fingers wrap themselves in my hair and you pull me close.
9. I stop and look up at you and whisper, “I can’t wait to f**k you with my mouth.” (You might just get a whimper at this point.)
10. I keep kissing down your lower belly letting my cheek rest against your throbbing self and look up at you. “What do you want”, I whisper looking deeply into your eyes.
11. I wrap your penis (fill in your favorite street name if you wish) in my hand and slowly slip my lips around and over the rosey glistening tip. My tongue moves slowly under the ridge and around the tip in a figure 8.
12. Next I trace my lips with your stiff self and then slowly take you into my warm wet mouth. I love how it feels to stretch my lips and take you in. All the way in and then pulling away slowly until I reach your head again. Your hands stroke my back and shoulders and I shiver in delight.
13. Laying down next to you I run the outside of my teeth up and down the underside of your cock. I moan in my throat at how good it feels to lick and kiss you as I fondle the boys and tickle the soft skin of your smooth thighs.
14. I kiss and nip (carefully) down under the boys and kiss and suck my way toward the soft skin down under.
15. I slowly work my way back up, hand on the base of your shaft and start to suck and massage you. As I suck and glide I feel you straining to hold back your orgasm wishing you could make it last but needing release. I hear you panting and calling my name. I smile and suck harder.
16. I speed up my hand sliding up and down at the same time I am sucking and swirling the tip. At last I feel your body convulse and the orgasm hits you. I know to be so still while I hold you in my mouth. I feel you soften and whisper my name.
17. I crawl up to rest in your arms. You kiss me tenderly and I feel your hands stroking my back and hips. We snuggle together and breathe in the warm summer air. Sleep will come soon.
It will take a little practice but you will find cyber sexting is a real turn on when you relax and enjoy him. The good news is that you can’t mess up here. Even if it is your first time, he will be over the moon being pleasured like that and appreciare your efforts for sure.
Special Guest Post by Felicity Keith
It should come as no surprise that guys dig dirty talk. But have you ever considered the reasons why this form of sexual play is just so dang arousing to him? Let’s take a dive into why dirty talk drives him wild.
1. It’s an arousing surprise
If you have a ladylike public persona but behind closed doors you let explicit phrases tumble from your mouth, the contradiction gives him a sexy charge of excitement. And even if you aren’t the pinnacle of propriety, seeing you transform into a naughty vixen gives him a titillating thrill. This heightens his senses and makes everything that much more arousing for him. (See Video Here)
2. He feels like a sex-god
When you let loose with a string of moans and screams mixed with a variety of sexy play-by-plays and dirty directives, you show him just how much you F#$*king love what he’s doing to you. Your unbridled enthusiasm tells him in no uncertain terms that he’s rocking your socks.
3. Your confidence attracts him
A woman who has the self-confidence to use dirty phrases to get what she wants in bed is downright seductive. Men are drawn to women who aren’t afraid to express themselves sexually. And generally, your use of dirty talk clues him in that you are far from uptight or inhibited. A good time is in store for you both!
4. It shows you are totally in the moment
Enthusiasm is such a huge turn-on for men. A quiet partner can be misunderstood as a bored or distracted partner, and that can put a big damper on the sexy mood. When you talk dirty, not only are YOU 100% present and in the moment, it shows him that you are. That level of engagement with what’s happening between you serves to validate that he’s pleasing you.
All of the reasons above activate different chemicals in his brain and are hitting some of the big triggers for his sex drive. Who knew that there was some science behind talking dirty? Of course, not every woman feels comfortable launching into dirty talk, and if that sounds like you, you are not alone. But don’t let your fears stop you from incorporating this fun technique into your sex life. In this video I teach you ways to get over any shyness you may feel and give you dirty phrases that you can fine-tune to suit your taste level. Watch Video Here
According to reports, roughly 70% of women don’t reach an orgasm during intercourse.
Although that figure in itself is shocking, it also makes you wonder about how many women never orgasm at all (i.e., intercourse or not)!
A lot of flack fall on men on why women don’t experience an orgasm but truth be told, women have a lot to do about this as well whether they realize it or not.
6 Reasons Why Women DON’T Climax (Want Quick Tips? Check this video)
There are many reasons why women don’t reach sexual climax. Some of them maybe men’s fault but a lot can be because of her too…
1. Foreplay? What foreplay?
Foreplay is extremely important. For women, making love begins in the mind and if you don’t ‘condition’ her mind for sex, then chances are she won’t be sexually reciprocating in bed too. Furthermore, women really do need more time than men to reach an orgasm; so foreplay is actually your way of extending your own sexual stamina.
2. She’s thinking too much!
Women are natural multi-taskers. Unfortunately, they’re so used to thinking and doing several things at the same time that they find it hard to simply be ‘in the moment’ during sex. If most men can be very ‘in the zone’ during sex, women seem to have various thoughts running through their heads all the time (e.g., home chores that need to be done, kids’ homework, dirty laundry, etc.).
3. She’s full of… insecurities.
Women have many body image issues. While you may adore her, her mind is probably worried about at least three different things as you undress her: Is the light revealing any cellulite? Are my ‘love handles’ protruding? Does he think my breasts are too small/big?
If body image anxiety is not in her head, then she may be thinking about things such as “I didn’t shower yet, I hope I smell good… especially down there.”, or “I didn’t pee. I hope I don’t embarrass myself.”
ALL these thoughts are making her focus on the wrong things! It’s taking attention away from sexual pleasure and into sexual insecurities. And when a woman is in this mode, it’s almost impossible to her focus on reaching her own climax!
4. She really doesn’t know her own body.
There is a certain art form to making love to a woman’s body. It really does have a lot of mysterious curves, spots and turns. Sadly, many women don’t indulge in a lot of ‘self exploration’ when it comes to sex. As such, it’s hard to guide you on what makes her feel good or which techniques really turn her on. And really, if she doesn’t know her own body, how can you be expected to instinctively know what brings her pleasure, right?
The best thing is… it’s never too late to learn! Why don’t you BOTH explore her body? Don’t rush anything and try everything. See what turns her on best and use that knowledge to make her reach her orgasm. Make it your sexual quest! However, here are some clues to save you a few steps…
5. YOU’re not paying attention!
True, men are not mind-readers. Unfortunately, many women are not great communicators in bed as well so we have a little problem here. Compounding this problem is of course that favorite female bedroom habit of ‘faking orgasms’. As a result, YOU think that what you’re doing is great when in reality you may not even be close!
To solve this particular problem, try to develop a certain ‘sexual code’ between you two. For instance, a slight squeeze on your arm means “You’re doing great! Pls. keep doing it!”; while nails on your skin or arm mean “enough of that!”. You will receive more squeezes, however, if you know some important facts. Click here to learn more…
6. YOU’re changing ‘techniques’ too fast.
Men like to try different sexual positions and that’s great but sometimes you may be changing just a bit too fast. Women need to get accustomed to a certain ‘rhythm’ before sexual pleasure begins to climb. If you keep shifting positions, she will either (a) never find the position that brings her an orgasm, (b) lose the sexual pleasure she was experiencing in the previous position or (c) be so frustrated that even if you go back to the same position, she may not be that sexually aroused again.
So keep this in mind: when it comes to female orgasm it’s not just location, location, location… it’s also about repetition, repetition, repetition.
Hopefully this list of potential reasons why your partner is not reaching an orgasm paves the way for discussion between the two of you. Don’t focus on why she’s not reaching an orgasm. Instead, focus on what you guys are going to do, so that she does reach her climax. That’s a more positive approach and lot more fun too! Learn creative and easy ways to do it here…
Article printed by permission of: Gabrielle Moore
By Angel and Burke P
After lunch we left the restaurant holding hands and touching shoulders both still weak with desire from the hanky panky under that white linen table cloth.
It is so exciting being with a younger man and my knees are weak. I felt drunk without having had a sip of booze at lunch. My heart pounded in my chest thinking about what would be happening next.
It took me awhile to believe that you were really turned on by me. I mean I knew you got hard and sex happened but once I really got it…that you loved my body exactly as it is, my attraction and desire for you went through the roof.
I would have never played around in public when I was younger and now? Now it is so sexy and risky and fucking delicious I can’t stop shivering.
My heart dropped to my knees when we met, little did I know how much fun was ahead.
“Hey.” You say, interrupting my thoughts and kissing the top of my head. “Hey back.” I sigh tipping my head back to the feeling of your lips on the side of my neck.
I wasn’t paying any attention to where you were taking us. We stopped at a little shop on Pacific Blvd and you pulled the door open for me to enter.
Seascape Spa and Healing Space welcomed us with a whiff of eucalyptus and peppermint oils. “I booked a couples massage for us,” you said in a low voice your hand on the small of my back sliding down to stroke my ass.
I looked up at you with a question in my eyes. I only saw one masseur. “This is Rick.” you say with a definitely naughty twinkle in your eye.
“Right this way.” Rick said with a couple of bathrobes and straw sandals in his arms. He closed the door behind him so that we could get ready for our massage. As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled me close and squeezed.
Mmmmmm. I am in heaven. I feel your hardness against me and a wave of warmth hits me down below. “Who will….” my question was muffled by your lips tasting, nibbling and kissing me. “Trust me.” I hear you say. Shivering with desire I let my body rest against you.
Next thing I feel is you picking me up and laying me on the massage table. As if on cue, Rick taps on the door, walks into our retreat and dims the lights.
He asks you to open my robe and help me turn over on my belly. I look up to your eyes a bit uneasy getting naked in front of a stranger but you nod that it is ok “I will be here the whole time.”
This is so exciting I am near breathless with anticipation. “I’ll take care of you.” I hear a soft whisper near my ear. An involuntary shiver hits me hard. I let you help me out of my robe and let it slide off.
“Wow!” you say as you drink in my naked self. “You look fantastic, your body is perfect and you are going to like this.” Rick is going to teach me some things about your body so I can make you crazy with coming.”
Even though a part of me feels uncomfortable being naked in front of two men, I am so curious about what Rick has in mind that I start to feel at ease. “”I am going to sit over here and take notes.” You say with a sly smirk as Rick pours oil into his hands and rubs them together.
Once again, he leans forward and whispers to me, “Relax baby, this is going to be very good.” I take a deep breath and sink into pleasure as I feel his hands on my back. He moves to my shoulders, each long slow stroke lulling me into aching desire.
Knowing you are watching as this man strokes my body is mesmerizing. Knowing that it is you that I wish were touching me and yet being so turned on by a stranger is super hot. Hearing you breathe hard and moan under your breath is driving me wild.
I could feel myself falling into a trance of pleasure as sexual energy pulsed through me. Struggling to hold still, I look up at you and your mouth is open, your hand stroking your bare cock. I moan and reach my hand out toward you. “I’m doing just fine baby, let Rick do his magic.”
Suddenly aware of long lingering strokes reaching ever closer to my labia, I stretch opening my legs a bit so that a happy accident is more likely. I dream about Rick’s hands, where they are going next. “Have me” echoes through my mind.
…..to be continued…..
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It’s Thursday, my flight is nearing Miami and our evening begins with you meeting me in the lounge of the Marriott. I licked my dry lips and grabbed a hit of my martini.
I had spent the last hour daydreaming about getting you aroused and excited to be with me. I know you get turned on just thinking about our last time together and I sent a few texts to make sure you remember the details. (Check out: How To Talk Dirty)
I also know that you are at work and that you can sneak peeks at your cell but cannot answer me. I love teasing you like this. My heart speeds up and my gut twitches thinking about you reading my words.
I remember the last time, baby
It was hard to keep a straight face with the boss sitting across from me
You looked so fucking hot in that slinky black dress
Black patent leather 4 inch spike heels
I know the boss was jealous
I loved it
My fingers walk up your thigh
You reached for my hand and I knew
You were thinking….not here, not now
I looked right at you and I slide my hand up you leg,
Just under your hemline…
I am rock hard baby
Suddenly the voice of the airline attendant broke through my daydream. We were landing and it would only be an hour til you were in my arms. I know that you are on your way because when I turned my phone back on, here is what I read.
You are so naughty.
Pant – pant
Hurry Hurry Baby
I can’t wait to feel your fingers stroking my thighs again
Slowly so slowly reaching for the French silk panties you bought me.
I managed to flag a taxi and reopen my cell phone as fast as I can. Marriott on the Bay, I tell the driver and then put one hand in my lap and one hand on the phone. I am throbbing.
You are a wicked little vixen, I text back.
Haha…you love it
I am in the bar. See you soon.
It seemed like an eternity but at last I arrive at the Marriott. I send the luggage up to the room and head straight to the bar. You did not see me coming so I lean in and kiss the back of your neck. You jump and then lean back into me…relaxing…surrendering to my hands now stroking your back and shoulders.
“I can’t wait to taste you…all of you.” I whisper into your ear.
You turn around and pull me in for a kiss, paying not a bit of attention to the waiters and patrons in the bar. It is like we are the only ones in the room.
“I missed you so much.”
“Me too baby, me too.”
I throw a twenty on the bar and pull you toward the elevator. You squeeze my hand and stand up on tip toes to kiss the side of my neck….oh, stubble, you whisper as you open your mouth and taste me.
I am so hard by now I don’t know if we will make it to the room. The little old couple in the elevator with us have a twinkle in their eye. Our raw passion is very apparent. It is all I can do to keep my hands off you.
I slide my hand up your leg
On the elevator ride I finally noticed what you are wearing. My eye wonders top to bottom… a short black backless dress, black stockings, black 3 inch peep toe pumps with bright red toe nails peeking out. Yeow.
The elevator door slid open and the older couple step out. They were holding hands, maybe we inspired them. As soon as the doors close we embrace as long lost lovers, we kiss sweetly then deeply, I take your hand and we move to the back corner of the elevator car.
As we kiss, my hand finds your knee… I slide my hand up your leg, under your hemline…as my fingers climb your thighs,I can’t wait to run my finger along the soft French silk thong I know you are wearing… I gently stroke the silk, enjoying the sheer touch and the sensation of you becoming aroused.
I slide my hand back down your beautiful body until I can lift your leg to my waist so I can more easily reach your swelling lady bits. Without actually touching you, I know how wet you are getting anticipating my tongue.
I slide your thong aside and begin to tease and stroke you with my fingers. As I sense your excitement, I slide my hand down the soft skin of your inner thigh. I lick my dry lips wanting to taste you. I reach across and stop the elevator between floor and gently lay you on the floor.
I move your skirt up and slowly, oh so slowly, pull your thong down so I can give you what you are aching for. I slide one, then two fingers into you… my fingers stroking and probing as I kiss and gently lick your lovely ladybits. You are so hot, so wet, I am nearly crazed with the smells and tastes.
I love how uninhibited you are
Slowly I lick from bottom to top, swirling my tongue before I circle back and start again. I know your lovely clitoris is calling for my attention but I purposely stay away from it spending time stroking your sweet folds and teasing you with pleasure.
I love how uninhibited you are. Laying on that elevator floor, legs wrapped around my neck, hips rising and falling as you moan and whimper. God I love you this way. I am in total control of your pleasure. Your legs open even more to allow me access. My tongue darts here and there into and out of the folds and openings.
Writhing in ecstacy your orgasm accelerates and your body shivers in convulsive waves. “Baby Baby” you cry. “Yes, yes, yes.” I slow my motions and you reach for my head pressing me into you. I let you control the pressure. I want to see how long you fly.
When you finally relax, I lean into you kiss your mouth. I pull back, pick up your thong and untangle myself from your legs. I help you up and you smooth your dress and reach up to run your fingers through your short blonde hair. You bite your lip and look up at me.
“Damn.” you say. I put my finger on your lips. “Shh.” I whisper, I have lots of fun planned for us. You lift your chin and cuddle into the nook between my shoulder and chin…I wrap my arms around you and push P for Penthouse.
To be continued: Stay tuned….
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By Angel and Joey T.
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The next morning as I walked absent-mindedly through my executive area, my assistant grinned as she gave me the morning mail. Before I could figure out what was up I spotted a vase of beautiful summer flowers. I opened the gift card and tried to keep it from Darcy’s view.
“Miss. Angel: Thanks you for welcoming me aboard, Clay”
Inappropriate? Yes. Do I care? No. I liked this kid and I secretly admired his boldness. “Oh, that new vendor is kissing up,” I laughed. “Sure he is.” Darcy chuckled. She knew me well…too well.
Clay was young, impossibly young, and irresistible. I couldn’t take my eyes off those flowers. They were bright and colorful, not a rose in sight. I loved them and I loved thinking about Clay too.
He is too young…What am I thinking?
It was late after a long day of meetings and reports and I was tired. I stretched out my legs and shucked off my heels. I poured a tall glass of red and went out to sit on the deck. At last nothing to do but daydream about Clay. I was so hungry for him I was wet and shivering. He’s too young, an insistent voice came up from inside. What the fuck, another just as insistent part of me spoke up. I laughed out loud. All i wanted was that beautiful man down on the floor rubbing my feet in his lap.
I have been so careful since Danny died. But this is different. My breath speeds up just thinking about him Could I? Should I? He’s too young. Oh well time to get back to work. Reviewing records with a glass of Pinot, my faithful companion.
Now that it was so quiet on my floor, I could hear hammering, drilling and laughter coming from production. I found myself moving toward the elevator instead of my office. I walked in when it opened and my finger hovered over the button but I couldn’t resist pressing it.
I could barely breathe
They elevator door opened onto the lobby and there he was right in front of me shirt open and tan chest and belly in plain view. Are you kidding me. Ok. This isn’t fair. He was taller close up and when he looked down at me my breath caught in my throat. I stammered a “Uh – Hey there”. He laughed and whispered “Miss Angel, You look beautiful tonight.”
I cleared my throat and strangled out a “”What are you holding?” He grinned knowing the effect he was having on me. Clay laughed again and stated he had food for his crew. He asked if I wanted anything, there was plenty. Of course, I said no and thanked him matter of fact for the flowers.
He wouldn’t step out of the way, holding the elevator door open so I had to brush by him, feeling his hard chest against my breasts. As I walked away I didn’t hear the doors close and knew his eyes were on me. I was scared and excited at the same time. Wait a minute why do I care. I should write him up for sexual harassment. I hope I don’t fall on these heels.
As I squeezed by him Clay said, “Miss Angel if you work late tomorrow I would like to show you my work and even spring for a meal” I flushed and responded. “Sure, if I can.” Even from here I could see a most interesting bulge in those tight jeans.
A private celebration for two…
A few very busy and super stressful days of meetings with the investors passed passed with a great outcome. I was very proud of myself and my company. This new level of funding was going to take the pressure off everybody. I was ready to celebrate.
Just then a late afternoon delivery was buzzed into my office. It was another beautiful arrangement of teacup roses: yellow, white and red in a crystal cut vase. There was a note from Clay. I read the note with trembling hands.
Miss Angel: We have finished up the renovations in record time, under budget and very well done. I invite you to inspect my work this evening and have a picnic dinner for two. Clay.
I swallowed at Clay’s boldness but smiled in approval at the same time. Somehow I knew that Danny would want me to move on. I was so attracted to this man, it was a hell of a week and I wanted to celebrate and the fact was that this hot young guy was attracted to me. Me.
It was already 7pm and time to inspect his work. I smoothed out my skirt and undid one button of my ivory silk blouse. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers up and down that chest and belly… I went into the bathroom to freshen up and then took the elevator down to Production.
When I got off the elevator, Clay was waiting. He proudly walked me around the newly designed space. It was beautiful! As we walked room to room he came oh so close to me but never touched me. I ached for him to brush his hand on my arm or take my hand. I swear he knew how much I wanted him to touch me. He would lean so close and then pull back away.
My heart was in my throat and my mouth was so dry I hoped he didn’t ask me anything so I would have to talk. All I could think of was his hard muscular arm, bulging shoulder and flat stomach. He smelled rugged but delicious. He must have read my thoughts for he looked at me and grinned.
I am very good with my hands….
Again everything was beautiful from the moldings to the sconces to the the wall fabric to the hardwood floor. I even gasped at his work. Clay mentions he loved paying attention to details and loved working with his hands. a sweet little sexual innuendo I smiled at. He took me to the last room that was lit by candle with soft Island music playing softly. Clay had laid a picnic blanket, throw pillows and a basket on the floor. He helped me to the floor and then sat next to me stretching out his long legs.
Clay poured some Pinot in two stemmed glasses and set a plate with grapes, apple slices and variety of cheese, crackers and chocolates on top of the basket. We raised our glasses and toasted his work, his brown eyes gazing into mine. He had me.
My heart was pounding with desire. It had been so long since I had felt anything like this. He reached over and took my hand. “Darcy told me about Danny.” Clay whispered.
“Damn her.” I said though part of me was relieved. “Shhh” he said placing his finger on my lips. He traced my lips with his thumb. I couldn’t resist, tilted my head back and opened my mouth so he could touch me.
He leaned me back and gently put his lips on mine and lowered me onto one of the silk pillows. I opened my mouth and touched his lips with my tongue. He met me and we explored one another with our lips and tongues. Small moans and cries overcame me, I wanted more and something in me opened wide.
I moaned with desire as he placed his hand on my stomach, slowing moving it to my breast. He cupped my entire breast in one hand squeezing it with desire. I pulled him to my mouth softly biting his tongue and moaned with anticipation.
He rose up with his sweet Southern smile and slowly undid the oyster shell buttons on my blouse. I leaned my head back on the pillow breathing fast and closed my eyes as he popped the front snap on my bra, releasing my breasts into his hands.
Yes, yes, yes…please don’t stop….
He kissed down the side of my cheek to my neck and down my chest slowly, slowly until he finally got to my nipple hard with desire. I arched my back as he sucked my hungry nipple into his mouth biting and licking it, I had my first orgasm in many years.
I cried and laughed at the same time as wave after wave of orgasm rocked me. “Oh Clay” I try to speak. “Shhh,” he said “Shhhh, cruise with it.” I don’t know how long I was there cumming in his arms. He held me until the shivering passed. He pressed his lips into my hair and kissed me softly.
“What about you…” I managed to choke out.
“Shhh,” he said. He just held me pressing his leg in between mine as my body lunged against him in wave after wave of delight. Deeper and deeper the pleasure ran. “Yes, that’s it, baby, yes…” He coaxed and whispered to me as he stroked my back softly.
Sighing with passion I clung to him. “Thank you, thank you,” I cried softly.
“Shhh, shhhhh..” He crooned right next to my ear.
Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be… It’s EASY to give a woman an orgasm. Thanks for this guest post by Alex Allman.
There’s a LOT more to being a great lover than just that… but the simple fact remains, most guys still struggle with giving women powerful orgasms, many guys aren’t sure if their woman is even having orgasms.
When I was younger and single I was simply amazed by how many women I dated had never had an orgasm before me (the accepted number is 1 in 7). I was especially amazed because these women were sexually experienced (some had been married previously). And even more amazed because…
IT WAS SO EASY.
I’m not bragging here… I don’t have a huge cock, I didn’t bang them for hours like an olympic stallion, and I didn’t do some advanced tantric energy technique that I discovered in an ancient cave painting in India.
Three Simple Things You NEED TO Know
There are only 3 simple things that you need to know to give ANY woman an orgasm, and there is no reason that you can’t do all 3 very quickly and easily. I’ll explain all 3 of them in this article..
First of all…
You are with 1 of 3 types of women:
1) A “sexual bungee-jumper” who understands her own body and how to reach orgasm and can surrender to it any time, any where. All you have to do is show up. She knows how to shift her hips THERE, slow you down or speed you up a little like THAT, close her eyes and… BAM!
Instant orgasm. (Angel Says Oh MY Yes!)
Women like this can curl one leg under their ass while sitting in a crowded room, rock back and forth a bit on their heel, and have a nice little orgasm in the middle of a lecture hall, movie theater, or restaurant.
She makes you feel like a CHAMPION because the sex is always so great… but also might make you a little insecure because you know that she’s going to be able to have great sex with plenty of other guys too.
2) A woman who struggles to orgasm… who can climax with some men, but not with others, or who can climax with a vibrator, but not with a man, or who just takes a long time to warm up, and a long, long time to “get there”.
A woman like this can make you feel like a hero or a zero, because if you can’t do the trick, she’s likely to get very frustrated with you. If she’s not planning on seeing you again, she’s going to fake it for sure because talking to you about it, in her experience, is NOT going to help.
3) A woman who has never had an orgasm and is worried that maybe she just can’t.
A woman like this tends to blame herself. She feels broken and unworthy of your love, and she most often will fake it so that she doesn’t have to deal with the conversation.
Now, of course, it’s not like 3 switches on a machine, there is a ton of gray between each of these types and extremes of each.
Here’s a question from a reader who’s with the 3rd type >>>
Hi Alex. I love your news letters and all of your articles …oh and your book. The ways you have helped me to understand my self both authentically and deeply go beyond words. I cannot thank you enough Alex :-).
I’m in a relationship with a noticeably younger woman who was a virgin. I’d like some advice from you for her climaxing. At this point we have had sex about 25 – 30 times all of which she says she gets close but cannot quite go over the edge. Some things to note is that she is allergic to latex, a vibrator doesn’t seem to peek her interest(we tried one briefly), we have tried multiple positions and another thing is she comes from a family that puts a lot of shame on sexuality and she says she has never had an orgasm or tried for one through masturbation.
I personally think most of it is psychological. I told her we should get drunk and have sex one time to see how that goes since being intoxicated tends to remove a persons filter. I have not fully read your book but have gone over most of it. I feel like your book helps those who understand their sexuality or at least have a little bit of an idea. […] I guess for now I am looking for more general advice on virgins, anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated.
I look forward to hearing from you Alex
Thanks for writing in my friend.
This has very little to do with the fact that your woman is a virgin and a lot more to do with the fact that you haven’t “fully read the book.”
*head smack* …WHY are you writing to me before you fully read the book?!
Giving your girl an orgasm is EASY.
It may take some practice, but so did driving when you first started, and you can do that while checking your email, listening to the radio, and talking to your friend in the other seat. In other words: Driving is easy, right?
(Quick note: If she is allergic to latex, go ahead and get some polyurethane condoms. Trojan and Avanti both make them, and I actually much prefer them for sensation.)
**IMPORTANT: The NUMBER ONE (#1, numero uno, the big secret) that you must get is that you two have to stop TRYING to give her an orgasm, and just focus on having prolonged, enjoyable, playful, hot, sweet, entirely pleasurable sex. (From Angel: Preach it brother!!)
Forget the orgasm. Orgasm takes care of itself when you are taking care of having fun, having connection, and having pleasure.
Here’s the reason why:
Men can’t get an erection if they feel pressured. Women can’t have an orgasm if they feel pressured.
Put a gun to a man’s head and tell him he’s got 5 minutes to get hard or you’ll blow his brains out and you’ve got a dead man. It simply can’t be done.
You want her to come, she wants to come, she feels like she’s not quite enough until she comes, she feels like she’s always a little bit of a disappointment to you until she comes… in other words: There’s pressure on her to come.
Here’s another example: Have you ever gone out to an expensive nightclub, paid a big wad of cash to get in (maybe more than you were comfortable spending), and then the drinks inside are seriously breaking the bank, and you start feeling like you have to have a LOT of fun to make it worth the money you just paid, and you end up having a dull night because of the pressure you put on yourself to have fun?
I have. The best nights are the ones with no expectations, just easy enjoyment.
Okay, I think you get the idea. You must change the FOCUS of your love making.
Now, with that out of the way, here are THE 3 ESSENTIALS TO GIVE ANY WOMAN AN ORGASM:
No turn on, no orgasm. You can rub your penis all day long, but if you’re not aroused and you’re just rubbing the limp thing, you are not going to come, right?
Arousal happens in the brain. You see a pretty girl, you think about sex, you smell a girl’s perfume… something triggers sexual THOUGHTS, and you get turned on.
Same for her.
If she’s not turned on, you’re wasting your time.
And here’s the thing, just because you strip off your clothing and start kissing her doesn’t mean you are turning her on (though that certainly might work!). You’ve got to take the time and effort to actually make sure you’ve got her turned on FIRST.
Now it’s time to apply some simple stimulation to an erogenous part of her body to increase her arousal and begin to trigger the neural networks that lead towards orgasm.
The clitoris is the easy button here, but a woman can orgasm from stimulation to her g-spot, her anterior fornix, her labia, her nipples, her neck, her toes, or just about any other part of her body, and in fact, you can even just stimulate her brain and give her an orgasm with just your words (ask any credible hypnotist).
Once she’s aroused and you are applying the right stimulation, she’s got to be willing to let go and release into it.
This is a huge deal for most women (though about 15% of women are those “sexual bungee jumpers” and have zero issue with surrendering any time, any place).
Surrender requires that she feels safe and invited to let go, and that means trusting herself enough, trusting you enough, trusting the environment enough, or all three.
Now if you get good enough at creating the space and the erotic trust for a woman to surrender then you can give her “permission” to have an orgasm pretty much any place, any time, and with ease.
AND THAT’S IT.
There is no step 4. These the only things required to make any woman have an orgasm.
Now in the case of this email, you said that your girlfriend comes from an environment of sexual shame, and no doubt, that is creating some difficulty for her to surrender. She doesn’t yet trust herself to go to this place.
When you suggest alcohol, you are onto to the correct idea, but because YOU suggested it it has created more pressure (she knows she’s not completely pleasing you until she manages to have an orgasm), AND you are suggesting to her that it’s her fault, inside her head, and that she’s got to get to surrender herself (more pressure).
And I’ll tell you, that’s not impossible. It might work, and some day she may ultimately have her first orgasm through her own journey into self trust (with or without alcohol or a little weed).
But the EASY button here is to show her how by creating so much erotic trust in you that she can just surrender it all to you without needing to do all of that pesky self-work.
So look, I know that some guys just “get” this and can simply apply the 3 steps and go give women orgasms on command.
But I also know that MOST guys will have some serious questions or doubts about one of these steps, and I can already tell you that I’ll have a jammed in-box tomorrow morning with…
– How do get her “AROUSED”?
– What do I do to “STIMULATE” her?
– What are the steps to create “erotic trust” and get her to “SURRENDER” into orgasm? (For some men this might even be, “what the heck are you even talking about with this ‘surrender’ thing?”
I assure you, none of them are hard if you know what you’re doing.
If you already have Revolutionary Sex, then you probably already have everything you need right there. I go deep into EROTIC TRUST in that book.
But if you’re looking for direct, no-nonsense explanations, exercises, and examples of each of these 3 steps… if you are just looking for the simple “how to” on giving orgasms, quickly and easily, every time, then do yourself a GIGANTIC FAVOR and just go download your copy of:
A little dramatic, I know, but it’s pretty much self explanatory as to what you get when you get the product.
It’s fast, it’s easy, and it’s clear. Just like her orgasms should be.
After you go through it the first time, you’ll wonder why you were making things so hard for yourself.
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Another magical tale by Angel and Eddie R
We needed this trip….badly. Between selling the house and work I could feel the tension in the both of us. The snapping and snarking was more frequent and I hated us this way.
Cruising the highway to the B&B, I decompressed and found myself day dreaming about the first time we stayed at the old Victorian home. My hand moved from the gear shift in the Mercedes rental to your thigh. Your hand moved onto mine. You smiled and closed your eyes. The sun was on your face and hair. I squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.
By the time we hit the driveway the rain was starting. Light but steady, cooling but not cold. I pulled to a stop and leaned over and watched you. I brushed your hair around your ear and kissed your neck. “We’re here sweetheart,” I whispered before I kissed your beautiful mouth.
You stretched like a cat and turned to hug me.
“Mmmmm…Yay!” You smile back. God. I hadn’t seen this cute you for way too long. I love you like this. I pull you close and bury my face in your hair. “I’ll grab the luggage.” I said. “I’ll meet you in the parlor.”
The warm and inviting B&B is exactly the same as I remembered from the dated furniture in the front room to the squeak in the floorboard as I stepped up to the check in desk. The innkeepers wife pulled you into a giant embrace and said in her heavy italian accent, “I have your room all ready for you. The wine is cooling and there are some snacks ready for you.”
Even though we are enjoying the company of the homeowners we are both eager to get to our room and we are flirting as we talk. Eyegasms you call them…those soulful gazes that I can’t tear my eyes from that tell me exactly how much you want me to please you. You swear that you can cum just looking at me looking at you. Something about this place makes me realize what I, we, have been missing for awhile. Desire, passion, eyegasms.
I can see you glancing over at me.
You know what my look is all about. You look back and instantly we lock eyes. You can feel me even from over here on the other side of the room. My mouth suddenly runs totally dry and my breath is in my throat.
You are visibly moved by my look and the feelings I am projecting toward you. A beautiful flush comes over your face as you keep your eye contact. Knowing that you are cumming over there, watching your chest rise and fall quickly and you biting your lower lip, I am about ready to carry you off right in front of them.
“I think they could feel it” I say to you, as the old italian couple finally left the room. “Feel what?” you answer coyly. I smile at your answer and pull you close. “I miss this part of us.” I whisper. “Me too.” You sigh back.
I fall back on the bed glad to be here and glad to be free from the me back home. “Baby, I’m going to take a shower,” you say. Laying there on the bed, I follow you into the shower in my mind. Soft water on your beautiful naked skin. Lather from the soap on my hands I slowly stroke your body before I turn you toward me and your soft lips….even though I sorely want you in my hands, arms and mouth, I’m going to let you have your time alone. I want you relaxed and I am in no hurry. Now it’s my turn to bite my lip.
Returning to the room, still wet from the shower, your skin sparkles in the candlelight.
The thick white towel wrapped around you starts to slip off. You move toward me and put your hands on my shoulders. The candle light is dancing on your skin. I lean forward and kiss your shoulder, the drops of water taste like honey. I run my tongue on your skin and taste the sweet water. My lips move to your neck never leaving your skin.
I can feel you breathe in deeply as my hands move to your hips. The towel slips away as I move my hands on to your warm behind. I grasp firmly as I kiss behind your ear and you bury your head in my nook. I love that.
Our mouths meet and I feel you let yourself relax under my touch. I pick you up and carry you to the bed. I lay you on your back. “God you are beautiful” I gasp as I see your breasts in the candle light. They are natural and perfect to me. I stretch out next to you and I cup one and kiss the nipple. I can feel it get hard quickly as my tongue swirls and tastes.
“I want your skin.” you manage to squeak out. “I want you naked.”
The last year is gone and the passion stored up is coming out all at once. You slide your hands to my belt and make short work of it. Across the room it goes. The pants and underwear both at the same time. My very apparent excitement shows and you giggle and gasp at the same time.
That delicious and naughty smile that I adore comes across your face and you take your fingers and gently run them the length of my excitement. Again and again. You finally grasp it with your hand and stroke it slowly but not letting me get to close.
My eyes close and my jaw clinches. I can hear the fire crackling and the rain on the roof as I try to control myself focusing on the moment. “Oh baby…I have missed this so much.” I whisper to you. I pull you to me and kiss you, tasting and nibbling on your lips and tongue. You respond like magic to my kisses. You arch your back and your hips rise up to meet my hand. I cant help it any longer and I slide my hand up your thigh reaching for your sweetness. Your legs swing open and a shiver of anticipation hits you.
It is so worth waiting for this moment.
When you are ready, you always let me know. Finally I push my full length into you. Its easy as you are slippery and eager for me to be inside. You moan loudly as the entire length my desire fills you.
I hold your hips and push you up and down on me. “I need you, baby, I need you.” I gasp as the passion-the desire hits me all at once. You sit back a bit and your hands push on my chest. “Oh my god” I say loudly.
“I want you so bad, I need you so bad.” You pant….it comes out mostly in breath not so much in words.
You look into my eyes. And start to move your hips on me back and forth. Grinding me. Taking me. I….can…… barely….. hold…..on. I push down your hips harder. I lean forward and kiss your breast licking and nibbling. We move faster in perfect rhythm. I reach around and massage your gorgeous moving ass, my fingers exploring the most private parts of you as you ride me.
I can tell you are close. moaning, panting, scratching at me. Like an animal. I’m close too. The light on you is glorious and your breasts move up and down. I cant hold it anymore. At last orgasm overtakes you. Powerful and gripping. Your hands pound on my chest and grip my muscles as the waves hit you. I love watching you cum.
“Now baby, now. I love how hard you are.”
That is my trigger and I push you down hard on me and go off like an explosion. It tingles through my spine, an orgasm like none before. I can’t stop thrusting as I feel you cum again this time staring into my eyes. “I love you.” you whisper. “I love you so much.”
You fall on me completely spent. Your weight on me feels spectacular. Warm and soft, I embrace you and hold you tight. Our bodies now relaxed and I stroke your hair as you fall asleep on my chest. “I love you too, baby.” I say back softly. I start to let my mind drift.
This is how it was. This is what I want. All I can think about is how much I loved you then and how much I want that now. Holding you close and feeling your breathing start to slow and fall into rhythm, I know what I need to do next. “I love you, Baby,” I whisper as I squeeze my arms around you a little tighter. Spooning you we both find easy sleep.
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I am going out with a new guy and he goes from kissing me to reaching for my crotch before I am ready. I know that when a man is sweet to my breasts and spends time there teasing and pleasing me, I get turned on enough to let him touch me down there. How do I tell him? I don’t want to hurt his feelings. My last boyfriend got pissed when I tried to tell him what to do. What did I do wrong?
Frustrated in Fresno
I hear you!!! One of the reasons I love teaching erotic story telling to men is to clue them in on what it takes to have a woman open her legs….on her own. There is no more powerful moment in love-making than a woman who swings her legs open out of hunger and desire. When men can do this for their lady, great sex is sure to follow! (More Orgasm Tips for Men: Click Here)
Don’t try to talk about it while making out. You know you have a problem here but at this point, he doesn’t. Go ahead and kiss and make out. When he moves toward your crotch, take his hand and stretch your arm down so his hand is near your knee. Hold his fingers lovingly. You are in charge here. If things go too fast for you and you are not turned on enough, tell him you have to go to the bathroom and interrupt the game.
Here are 3 sure fire tips for telling your guy what you need to feel super turned on….without making him feel clueless or insecure about his sex skills. (You know how they don’t like to read directions. LOL)
Tip #1: The OREO Method (How to Sugar Coat it): Go out for coffee or a glass of wine. Tell him it turns you on to flirt in public and ask for him to pick the place. The Oreo method is a way of sugar coating a request. You start off with something sweet and complimentary, you ask for the thing you want and then you finish with something sweet.
For example: “I love being with you, you are so sweet to me. Do you mind if I ask you something personal? “(Guys usually say yes so, go ahead) “Is it awkward for you to have a woman make suggestions about what’s on the sex menu when you are in a couple?” (Take note of his answer) Then if you can ask, “On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being awkward and 10 being comfortable, where do you stand with a lady telling you her preferences.” (Note Answer) Then you say, “Thanks so much for letting me know that. I like how open you are that way.” Take his hand and kiss it. Look up at him and let him feel connected to you.
He will probably have something to say at this point. Let him ask a question or comment. When you come across as wanting to know HIS viewpoint or perspective on the issue of sexual communication, it will tend to disarm him. Remember most everyone feels awkward talking about pleasure with a new partner.
Now what do you do with the information?
Tip #2 – The Hotness Scale (Make It Stupid Easy)
If he is pretty comfy talking about what you like, 8-10, that is great. With this guy you can be fairly direct. One approach that works is to compare your sexcapades to a road trip with or without GPS. Without GPS, you might get there and you might have fun along the way but it is bound to be frustrating as hell. WIth GPS, you plug in your destination and listen for cues.
Tell your guy that you want to play and have fun with sex. Tell him that keeping it fun for both of you is your biggest turn on. Then tell him all he needs to do is to check in with you to find out how turned on you are while you are messing around….that’s it. Just like heat in a Thai dinner entree, you are either hot or not and telling him simply, clearly and with the utmost respect will work like a charm.
Now let’s say he checks in and you say: “I am cruising at a 3.5 baby.”
Now there are times that 3.5 is terrific. For example, let’s say you two are at a restaurant and he is holding your hand under the table, massaging your palm with his hand on your thigh. Being turned on is delicious. It is what I call the O-Zone. Pre-orgasmic and completely irresistible. But….
If you guys are in the back of the car making out like kids and he thinks you are at a 12 and you are cruising at 3.5, it means a whole different thing. Once again, tell him again that you love having sex with him and that all you want is to make sure he knows what will keep you in the O-Zone. The easier you can make it for your guy to read where you are sexually, the better. No more faking it. If he is missing the mark, so to speak, let’s help him find it.
Sometimes the GPS says “Make a legal u turn at the next intersection.” Use that metaphor to tell your man, hey, go back up to those nipples for awhile.
Have fun with this man, he wants to please you and will adore your feedback.
Tip #3 – The SALT Method (Make Him Thirsty For More)
If he feels awkward talking about sex, score 4-7, you have a little work cut out for you. A guy who feels more awkward than comfortable may be threatened by your confidence. You know that your breasts and nipples are being ignored and that is not good. You also know that he has some other very nice traits and sexually, there is chemistry. With this man, I suggest the SALT method. This is the sure fire cure and will also work with the OREO guys.
Tell your guy before you start making out…somewhere after the first few kisses (and if you whisper in his ear, he will follow you anywhere.) Say, “I have an idea that will make tonight really, really good.” Wait for his breath to settle down a little and then whisper: “I think you will really like it.” Wait now while he pleads with you to tell him. In fact, kiss him a bit and make him wait.
Then, take a deep breath and say, “Baby, I want to feel your hands on my breasts and your mouth on my nipples….it makes me tremble to think about it.”
If that doesn’t work, he is not the one.
If he is scores 3 and under he is very uninformed and may be pretty intimidated by a sexually confident woman. I would send him over to read up on Revolutionary Sex by Alex Allman. Alex is the master of helping men learn how to please women properly. I highly recommend him
I hope this helps, Frustrated. Be sure to write back and let me know!
Sometimes you can trigger all of a woman’s sexual feelings and emotions…
And other times all you seem to trigger are her “let’s just be friends” defensive systems…
Single guys are usually painfully aware of this balance between “there’s going to be sex” and “let’s just be friends”, but this same balance exists in every relationship and in every marriage…
You arrive home with your wife (or live-in girlfriend) from a night at a movie, and you’re in the mood for a little fun in bed… and sometimes you can FEEL her connect with your sexual chemistry, and she shivers with pleasure when you touch her and you can’t get each other’s clothing off fast enought–
But then other times the circuit just doesn’t connect and she just wants to go to sleep, and you’re left frustrated.
It would be easy to say, “well, she was tired, she had a long day.”
Sure, that happens. If she really got no sleep last night and there’s all sorts of stress in her life– there’s plenty of things that can take a woman out of “the mood.”
But MOST of the time, you’d be amazed at how much control YOU have over whether or not she’s feeling in the mood.
It has to do with what we sometimes call “sexual chemistry,” and when you can make her feel that connection, any woman will very happily give up a few hours of sleep, or just about anything else to get you on top of her.
So here’s a question, single guy:
You are out with a woman you met online, and clearly you have some intellectual chemistry– she’s laughing at your jokes, she thinks you’re interesting, and you feel yourself getting really powerfully physically attracted to her– YOU definitely want to take things to the next level.
But does she?
What is the secret to making her take the jump from, “this guy is an interesting person,” to “I want this man to fuck my brains out right now!”?
And for you, married guy:
You can have a great evening with your wife, you can be having a great conversation, but if you are in the mood for love-making, you know that there is still a bridge to cross between her feeling that: “my husband is my best friend” feeling, to that “my husband is so sexy I need his cock inside of me RIGHT NOW” feeling.
In BOTH cases, the difference is whether you are interacting to her as a person, or as a MAN.
Her sexual feelings are driven by the differences in your genders, and man-behavior, or masculine sexuality is the driver for her wanting to get sexual with you.
There are an infinite number of ways to be sexually masculine, (And I get deeply into this topic in my ORGASMS program… though I’ll probably be creating a program specifically on “how to do masculine for your woman” in the near future)… but for this post I’ll focus on the “easy-button” of sexual masculinity: Leading and dominance.
Note that “dominance” or “leading” are not the only way to give your woman a sexy hit of your masculinity, but they are commonly talked about, because they are a) obvious, and b) easy to do.
I’m going to tell you exactly HOW you do that in a way that makes her FEEL powerful sexual chemistry, but first, let me quickly explain the “why.”
Humans have evolved across millions of years to very carefully select who they will have children with.
For a man, this decision is not a big deal because, theoretically, a man could easily impregnate 7 women in 7 days. He can afford some “trial and error” in his choice of a mate.
But for a woman this calculation is very different. She can only get pregnant once every couple of years and each time she does, especially in the natural world, she risks death.
She only has so many opportunities to get it right. So women must be much more sexually selective than men.
That’s why men are often accused of being willing to jump into bed with just about anything, and women are the selectors who often say, “no.”
CONSCIOUSLY, a woman is not thinking about whether or not you are good genetic stock for mating when she is deciding whether or not she’s “in the mood”. She’s generally not CONSCIOUSLY thinking about babies at all, except maybe to make sure that somebody is using birth control to prevent having one.
But UNCONSCIOUSLY, her animal brain is absolutely absorbed in that calculation, like a computer program running in the background. And it is making decisions that cause her to be either aroused or not aroused based exactly on these calculations.
Not only that, but because women are more likely to get pregnant when they experience powerful orgasms, they are wired to have more of these powerful orgasms when these “arousal calculations” go well.
There is no evolutionary advantage to a woman experiencing powerful orgasms with a man who has a large penis or who knows a special way to use his tongue… which is why those things are NOT what make the most incredible sex happen (which you already know if you’ve read Revolutionary Sex).
Instead women have their most powerful orgasms when they feel sexual chemistry, trust, and intimacy. Because she has all sorts of built in instincts for feeling sexual chemistry for the RIGHT man.
This, by the way, is a darn good argument for checking out my video, so I think I’ll just put a link right here for the guy that wants to give his woman the most powerful orgasms of her life right now: Download Revolutionary Sex
Okay, moving on…Here is what to do: Continue reading
Guest Post by Alex Allman
Dear Alex, My husband Mark is an amazing lover but I can’t keep from thinking about my ex who had a huge penis. I feel guilty because I love Mark so much, but I miss feeling filled up like that.
Thinking fast I said to Jennifer, “What if I could give you guys some sex positions and techniques that you could use that would make it FEEL bigger inside of you.”
“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, suddenly filled with hope, “that might be exactly what we need!”
So I shot a video for her with specific ideas and techniques around exactly that idea: Making her husband’s penis FEEL bigger inside of her.
She called back a few days later gushing with gratitude. The sex positions worked, she said, and now Mark felt positively HUGE inside of her… even BIGGER than her ex-lover… so big in fact that she could hardly handle it and had to beg for mercy after he kept using the techniques over and over.
I hung up the phone feeling like a million bucks! The great Alex Allman comes to the rescue again and saves another marriage!
…Unfortunately, I was celebrating too soon, but more on that in a minute…
After getting the great reviews from Jennifer on the new techniques and sex positions, I figured I should create a program for my customers who suffered from the same problems, or who simply had a below average sized penis and wanted to learn how to make it feel BIG.
The first thing I did was to launch 2 giant surveys to my readers, one for the men and one for the women, to see if anyone was really interested. The results further surprised me! So I ended up calling and conducting personal interviews with dozens and dozens of the thousands of men and women who responded.
In the end I had a set of research, data, and information about penis size that nobody else in the world knew about, and the beginnings of some very important work.
One of the first things that surprised me was that NEARLY ALL of the men said that they wished they had a bigger penis… even if they were already way above average!
In fact, and this really shocked me, MORE THAN HALF of my male readers said that they had purchased some kind of penis enlargement program. Many of them said that they purchased the program EVEN THOUGH THEY KNEW IT WAS PROBABLY BOGUS. It’s just that it was “worth a try” because they were so desperate to be bigger.
And again, many of these men were already average or above average.
I got a mountain-sized pile of email in the following weeks from men begging me to release my new program with the techniques and positions for making it FEEL bigger (plus new techniques I was developing to make it LOOK bigger too)…
Along the way I also learned some crazy things about the penis enlargement business and the community that has grown around it. You might already know that it’s impossible to get any significant growth from any of these pills, pumps, or stretching exercises… but you probably don’t know how DANGEROUS many of them are, and how there is a growing epidemic of men showing up to Emergency Rooms with horrific and sudden injuries to their penises from “jelqing” and other stretching techniques!
A big part of why men are so desperate to be bigger is because of pornography. Even if a man “knows” in his mind that he is average (most men have read the truth about this, that the average length of an erect penis is 5.88 inches), his experience still says otherwise:
A man who watches a lot of porn might have seen a few thousand penises… and no matter what the “average” is supposed to be, from his perspective, after seeing thousands, he’s got the smallest penis that he has personally ever seen!
It’s hard for men to get past this psychologically.
Of course more and more women watch porn too, and so of course this skews their perspective as well.
Needless to say, I knew that I was creating something important, and I set to work on my new “Unleash The Beast” program to give men secrets, techniques, and more… so that they could look and feel huge in the bedroom, regardless of what size they were born with.
But the most important thing that I uncovered was how much this psychological problem of men feeling small (even if they aren’t), was a much more problematic issue than the physical part.
And, in fact, I got a call a few weeks later from Jennifer. Things were bad again with Mark and she needed my help.
I was crushed.
Yes, it was true that during sex now his penis felt much bigger… HUGE even… but now she realized that she was simply becoming less and less attracted to him.
Because of his psychological insecurities around having a smaller-than-average penis.
It turned out that what she noticed most of all between Mark and her ex-lover who had a big penis, was that her ex-lover had the CONFIDENCE and swagger of a guy who was big, and it was that confidence that made him more passionate in bed.
Mark was constantly TRYING SO HARD TO COMPENSATE for his lack of size (that’s why he had studied tantra for years, and that’s why now he was now OVER-USING the techniques I had shown them until it HURT her)… when they had sex, instead of being focused on his passionate desire for his wife, all of his focus was on the technique… all of his focus was on over-compensating for his psychological insecurities around his small penis.
A LOT of counseling and coaching followed to help Mark get past his feelings of inadequacy, so that he could show up for Jennifer in a way that was more masculine and sexually attractive…
And, of course, all of this meant a lot more work had to go into “Unleash The Beast” before I could release it to my impatient customers.
I’m hoping to share more about my research with you in the next couple of days.
I’ve only talked about the men’s side of the issue so far, but the results from the women’s survey were equally unexpected and important.
Have you ever wondered if women lie to men about penis size?
I’ve got the answer for you.
I actually shot a video for my own readers about the important things I learned about women and penis size issues, and if Gaby gives me permission, I’ll share those results with you too!
This article is ©2014 by Life Love Passion Inc and free under the Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 License and you may freely copy, distribute, blog, or post it anywhere, so long as the work is attributed to “www.RevolutionarySex.com” and “Alex Allman”, and the text is unaltered.
By Angel and Danny G. (We love our men….leave Danny a review!)
I ran my hands down your sides feeling the silk of your blouse as it hugged your small waist pulling it gently from the waist band of your slim black skirt.
“If you keep that up, we won’t get to the bath….” you said opening your sea green eyes and looking at me with a naughty grin.
“I just want to help you get ready,” I laughed back…”I am in no hurry.”
You turned around and slipped out of your blouse and skirt revealing your white lacy bra and thong. I couldn’t help but gasp. “ You are more beautiful every time,” I manage to stutter out. “You are sweet as honey,” you reply turning away from me to slip off your lingerie. “Could you hit the light?” you ask as you light the candles around the tub.
Your body in the dim candlelight is so damn hot, I feel like I am going to lose complete control. (Learn what a man loves in bed.)
“Climb in and relax, baby, I will go get the wine.” I growled in a low voice.
I pointedly allow my eyes to wander up and down your entire body knowing that you can sense me staring at you. My gaze lingers on your breasts that are wonderfully shaped with nipples hardening in the cool air outside the tub. When my eyes return to yours you smile and proceed to stroke your breasts with the sea sponge, squeezing a stream of warm suds down the center of your chest.
Your eyes linger on my crotch and I feel myself naked under your gaze. You watch me as my manhood twitches to life and I cannot believe it but you slowly lick your lips. I feel my insides shudder a little. I reluctantly turned away to get the wine. Slow is good, I toned to myself, Slow is good.
I walked back into bathroom and you were lying back with your eyes closed a small smile perking up the dimples I loved to kiss. I walked quietly toward you and knelt at the tub. I stroked your hair away from your forehead and leaned in to kiss you.
“Hurry in,” you whispered to me as you lifted your face to meet my lips.
I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the tub behind you. Finally my legs are around you and I am rock hard and pressing into the small of your back. I can feel your breath quicken. The water is warm and the bubbles are silky and oily making my body slide against yours.
I place my hands on the back of your neck and begin massaging gently and moving downwards, I feel you melt a little as I massage the knots from your back and you lean closer into me. God I love your body next to mine. Your ass is rubbing a little more against me and I can feel you breathing hard and fast.
I move my hands around you and cup your magnificent breasts in my hands. I feel them and finding your nipples pinch and roll them as they grow erect under my attention. Your legs open a little further and I feel your body slide back and press into me fully.
I leave one hand caring for your breasts and nipples and slide the other one down your tummy. I love the feel of your flesh against mine. My hand drifts ever closer to your lady bits and I feel you lift your hips to meet me. I feel myself growing harder as I find your sweetness and start to massage and press with my fingers. Small animal moans and giggles escape and I feel you convulse as the sensations rack your body. The combination of warm water and my hands has you breathing harder and I slowly bring my hands up the sides of your waist and under your breasts.
You reach your arms up over your head and wrap them around my neck. I pinch your nipples and knead them as your legs swing wide open begging for attention. Your breath catching in your throat between little cries of desire, I can’t deny you. I return one hand between your legs and quench your thirst. I explore you and stroke you as you orgasm on and on and on.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you pant as I stop my movement altogether and just rest the weight of my hand on your lower belly with my fingers wrapped down and around your mound. I press in as you raise your hips to meet me. “I love how you cum.” I say with a wink and a smile.
“You are so good.” You manage to say as you relax against me, warm water from the tub flowing around both our bodies. I wrap my arms around you and hold you close still stiff with excitement against the small of your back. (Click Here: Does your woman crave your skills?)
“You’re next baby…just let me catch my breath.”
“I am not worried,” I said giving your shoulders a good squeeze. “Let me just hold you for awhile.”
This story is by Danny G. Isn’t he fabulous? If you love his story telling skills, leave him a comment and tell him so! We LOVE men who write erotica!
Guest Post by Alex Allman
Believing that you are a fabulous lover and that what you are doing FEELS GREAT to your partner is absolutely MAGICAL. (How to make her ask you for sex….)
Of course this is not a 100% thing, and there are things you can do that simply feel irritating to your lover (this will be different for different humans), but if you are doing something your lover might enjoy… and you have a strong belief that it’s driving them up the wall with pleasure… it will.
This is also true of whether or not something is a turn-on for your partner. Your clear and obvious belief that it’s hot (and the fact that it’s super-hot for you), and your lack of insecurity or doubt will almost always be a turn-on for your partner.
On the other hand, when you are tentative or doubtful, it will almost never work well.
For example, if you are trying an oral sex technique and you’re tentative or worried about your partner’s enjoyment, instead of, “Ummm… oooohhhh…”, you’re more likely to hear, “what’s wrong?”
Or worse, if there is something that really turns you on that you want to share with your partner, but you have deep doubts or fears about it… That attitude can kill what otherwise might have been great shared fun if you believed he/she would have enjoyed it.
Sex really is a case where “magical thinking” can work.
If you really believe that licking your girlfriends earlobe can give her an orgasm, and it turns you on to do it… there’s an excellent chance that you’ll give her her first ear-gasm (and either way, she’s probably going to love it!).
Yes, of course, some things work better than others, but all things being equal, there are few things that are better for great sex than your “magical thinking” belief that you’re great in bed.
(Check out my new “Revolutionary Sex” program if you want ideas on things that work better than others and how to dramatically improve your “beliefs” if they are negative).
Now let’s take this one level deeper…
Believing your way to great sex also has a “Sexual Polarity” spin to it. You can express both masculine (giving/penetrating) and feminine (receiving,surrendering) with this idea.
When a woman strongly believes that her man is great in bed, and deeply trusts that what he is doing is going to launch her into outer space and galaxies of pleasure… it does!
Her belief also reinforces his belief, and his belief reinforces her belief.
The belief in his masculine ability to give her pleasure becomes surrender itself and brings forth even more of his masculine energy.
(And, of course, there’s no reason that this can’t go in both directions when the male partner is receiving and in his feminine sexual polarity… the sexual terms in this case do not refer to whether you were born with a cock or a pussy).
Learning how to invent belief with the power of your mind is the trick, and it works (much) better if you are both playing the same game. A woman’s lack of belief in her man makes it much harder for him to create and maintain his belief, and vice versa.
But when you get it right, it really is magical how much more powerful your orgasms can become, how much faster you can become aroused, and how much more fun you can have making love together.
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I laughed as my assistant gave me her advice for the weekend.
Working too hard, not playing enough and I was spent. My friend with benefits had been out of town for a few weeks and I was being a royal bitch. I could hear myself at work and I was appalled.
As much as I used to hate hearing that kind of talk years ago, I get it now. Sometimes you DO have to get laid.
When you get great sex, you get straightened out right quick…as they say in the south. I swear orgasm is a fountain of youth. I feel like a new woman every time and a friend with benefits is exactly right for me at this time.
We are great sex partners and can pleasure each other like nobody’s business. Then we go live our lives til next time. No strings. No drama. No one sharing my space. And great, sex. (See What Men Secretly Want)
So last night we met in San Clemente for dinner. We ate out on the pier and touched each other under the table cloth. I love to turn on in public trying to act as if nothing is happening when everything is happening.
After dinner we walked back to the ocean front hotel and snuggled on the couch watching the world cup highlights. He let his arm rest on my leg so that his hand was resting on my thigh, my turn on simmering close to the edge.
“Remember our first night together?”
I shivered and gasped feeling his breath right next to my ear.
“Remember how I stroked and cuddled you?”
“Remember how I touched you here” and laid his fingertips against the crotch of my silk pajama bottoms. I was sitting right next to him on the couch, Indian style with a leg laying on his lap. I shivered and a small sound escaped my lips.
Moving his fingers so slowly…so deliciously over the now moistening silk I shivered at his touch, my legs falling open ready for more. It had been a long time this time. Longer than ever before and I was so hungry to feel like this.
Fantasy is great and I love it but there is nothing like skin to skin or skin to silk to unlock the full force and flow of my turn on. He pulled my leg closer to his chest and used his other hand to massage the bottom of my foot. I held on to his arm and ran my teeth over his bicep. In response to my squirm he flexed into my grip.
On and on gentle stroking, probing so soft and slow. Fuck, kill me now. Breathing hard and stretching toward his hand I whimpered like a kitten. Yes, please, please yes….
Breathless and powerless to reciprocate no matter how much I wanted to, my head fell back as he slipped his fingers under the waistband and moved slowly down my belly. My legs swung open willingly and widely as my body quivered in anticipation.
Once he was touching me I was wet and so ready for him. “Just like the first time” he whispered. “Oh baby…..”
He turned toward me and began to kiss my hair and then my cheek. I wanted to kiss him so badly…I love how he tastes and how he teases with his teeth and tongue. My head tipped back and I opened my lips and there he is matching me breath for breath.
He plays me like an instrument and holds me at peaks of pleasure. “ Wait” I say, “let me catch my breath.
His hand on my lower belly made the turn on echo on and on.
Finally, I collapsed against his back arms wrapped around him. “Baby baby you know what I need,” I whispered panting.
He wrapped his arms around me. Holding me tight and kissing the side of my head, I felt my body slowly relax and finish off with shivers of pure pleasure.
“Mmmmm, yummy…you are so fun. I love sharing my turn on with you” I whispered against his chest.
“So are you, darlin’, so are you,” he said glancing at the black bag hanging on the door….
“You ain’t seen nothing yet….” He thought to himself letting her recover in his arms…..
You will find this is a great story starter for a fantasy date. This provides your lady with a gentle turn on and hopefully the desire to be in this story herself…..
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Sexy Stranger At The Airport by Angel and Danny G.
For as long as I can remember, I have fantasized about having a no strings attached rendezvous with an older and sexually savvy woman.
Stuck in an airport and sipping my dry martini, I found myself glancing around the bar. There were a couple of hot younger girls with short skirts and deeply low cut blouses that showed off very tempting and luscious breasts.
Been there and done plenty of that.
No, this time, I want a lady. An older and wiser woman who loves sex as much as I do. Once again, erotic scenes flew into my mind and a new daydream drew my attention away from the hustling airport crowd around me.
“Excuse me” the bartender’s voice pulled me back to the present.
“Another?” he asked. I checked my watch. “Sure,” I said. “Thanks.”
Surveying the bar crowd, I noticed you playing with your olive with a disinterested air. I could see that your mind was elsewhere. I had caught your eye a couple times earlier but I was sure you were looking right through me. I was surprised this time when a smile crossed your face.
“Would you like another martini?” I asked. I suddenly felt clumsy and awkward as a teenager. I could not help but notice the warmth of your eyes and that hot red dress hugging your toned curves.
“Why thank you, how sweet of you.” As the bartender shook our drinks, I moved a stool closer to you and tried my best at small talk. The chemistry was tying my tongue in knots and I was relieved when you started telling me the story of how you happened to be in the San Antonio airport when your destination was NYC. We laughed and shared a few air travel dramas. The martinis were working their magic and I could see that you were relaxing and enjoying my company.
I reached to take a drink and brushed your bare arm. An electric shock passing through my body. I looked into your beautiful green eyes and saw that you had felt the spark too. “You are awfully young,” you said with a twinkle in your smile and a wink. I slowly reached out my foot and caressed the side of your foot with mine. “I hope you won’t hold that against me,” I laughed.
As we sipped our drinks, I kiddingly said, “Maybe I should change my flight and catch a connecting flight from LaGuardia instead of Dulles.” My hand reached for your back and I gently massaged your shoulder. I felt you stiffen just for a moment and with disbelief I felt you lean into my touch. Irresistibly drawn, I kissed your temple as my fingers swept into the hair at the nape of your neck. I felt you shiver.
“See if you can change your flight.” You whispered to me as you slid your hand ever so enticingly up my thigh. You turned toward me, closed your eyes and kissed me slow and soft. Lips tender and responsive. I felt a rush below that pretty much paralyzed me.
I reached for my Ipad and began looking for options. Your flight left at 10. I was a man with a mission. This time your hand was on my neck, skillfully squeezing the tightness and gently running your fingernails into my hairline. Fuck. I had to change that flight. I didn’t even know your name.
Privilege has its perks and it didn’t take long to navigate myself into the first class seat right next to yours. You excuse yourself and leave me to order another martini. I watched you walk away and licked my lips. That ass pressed with the red fabric tugging tightly at the curves was taking my breath away.
Breathe, I said to myself. Breathe. I suddenly felt the pressure and excitement all at the same time. I hadn’t felt like this for a very long time. The younger girls are impossible to please. I love being with a woman who is sexually confident. I know how to play a woman like the priceless instrument she is and carry that orgasmic tune for as long as she likes it.
Madame X, damn I wish I had asked your name, you are in for the night of your life.
I came to at the sense of you sliding back on to the stool next to mine. “There is a booth over there,” you said slipping your hand into mine. We grabbed our drinks and claimed the booth.
“How quiet can you be?” I whispered as we slid close together.
“Try me,” you giggled in a throaty laugh that spread warmth out from the centre of my body and I could feel all control slipping from me.
Behind the tablecloth, I reach for your thigh. Fingertips barely skimming figure 8 I work my way in slow motion until I feel your legs begin to relax. I feel the resistance and I get it. Public sex is the hottest and I know to trust my Lady’s timing.
You start to move your hips back and forth matching my motions You reach and grab my arm pressing your breast against my bicep and look me right in the eye. Your eyes sparkled back to me and I could see the pleasure on your face.
I reached my free hand across the table and you met mine with yours. I rested my hand on your thigh as we both leaned forward and our lips met and the hunger aches as I can feel your body press into mine.
With barely controlled passion I pull away from you as we play the fuck in public game. I allow my hand to run up your back and into your hair. Your hands start to wander down my thigh. I know you felt me tremble at your touch and I had to choke back a moan.
Glancing down I see your nipples erect and straining against the fabric of your dress. I reach across you to grab a menu just so I can cup your beautiful breast in my hand hidden from sight. This time I couldn’t stifle the moan and neither could you. Your head leaned back and you closed your eyes.
Orgasm hit you and you grabbed my hand. Holding it on your lower belly with fingers just curving under to hold you, my other arm around you you lean into me and I see you cumming with quick pants and whispered moans.
“Someone will hear.” you gasp. You are so good. Now and then you bite your lower lip and hold your breath for a second, then a quiet little laugh when you shiver through another wave. Your hand on my hand squeezes to let me know how when you are peaking.
“Hey baby?” you gasp again.
“Your turn on the flight…promise.”
I pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.
“Please don’t stop….” you whispered to me.
I laughed and held you tight. I don’t know where you came from. Maybe you’re an Angel.
Part 2: Heaven on the Airplane….Her mouth on me at last…..Click Here.
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I am on vacation.
It has been way too long and being away from everyone and every thing is exactly what I need. A last minute cruise deal flew into my email and I jumped at it.
I have a good news bad news sort of scenario going on. My current friend with benefits arrangement is coming to an end. I adore him but after a few months of benefits, we are definitely losing the spark.
The reality is, any sex buddy, F**k Buddy, Friends with Benefits deal has a shelf life and going past the expiration date causes nothing but drama.
We haven’t talked about it but I know he feels it too. So good news? Because of my cybersex FWBs (Friends with Benefits) I am not going to be lacking for the attention of my writers or the orgasms that I have gotten used to.
The bad news? The physical touch and kissing, especially the kissing, I will definitely miss that. I will miss having a man to stroke and touch. But, I won’t settle for mediocre sex. I have done plenty of that in my life and no more.
It is 6 am and I am on the top pool deck alone. The sun is just coming up and a couple of sea gulls who are following the ship are my only company. Having time to write and think, a cup of hot Kona coffee served by a hotter Peruvian pool boy, keyboard on my lap and a story to tell.
It feels delicious to be away from everyone.
I am working with talented erotic story tellers Jon, Jim, Eddie and of course Tyler. Tyler is mesmerizing. I love his writing. That is it you know…something very hot happens when a man and woman collaborate on a piece of erotica. Very fun to write.
My friend remains my friend even though the benefits are no longer on the table. Like I said, he’s adorable. More good news? I know what I want. When the next real time man comes along, I want him panting after me.
There is nothing like the feeling that comes over me when a man wants me. I lived without that feeling for a very long time. I love it. When a man feels chemistry for you, and you let yourself be open to it…holy crap. Even in cybersex.
This delicious sensation…the connection between you and him, grows strongest right before you actually have sex for the first time, cyber or real time. When that initial attraction fades, the smoke clears and you can see exactly where you are. Consider these five factors before you decide to move on.
On a scale of 1 – 10, 1 being false and 10 being gut level true for you right now, rank these statements:
1. The sex is not as sizzling hot as it was.
2. Besides great sex, we have nothing in common.
3. He doesn’t text as often.
4. You feel like you are missing something.
5. You want sex more often than he does.
If your answers are in the 7 – 10 range, it is time to reclaim your buddy status and let the sex fade away. Keep your wits about you and there are no regrets here. When a sex buddy has been part of your life, there was a damn good reason for it.
Chances are you needed a real jump start and a romp was the only way to kick your ass into gear. That was true for me. The surge of life that came with my FWB fling tossed me into a new galaxy of orgasmic bliss.
A new job, a divorce settlement and starting my erotica blog…all coming during my time with him. Now, because of the erotica, I am very satisfied and if there were any clinginess or regret at losing his adorable company in bed, a buddy is just a click away on my computer.
Again, not to be boringly repetitive but…if you are a single girl out of necessity or choice, you deserve great sex. Orgasm flips a switch inside inspiring action, confidence and productivity. All I have to do is remind myself of this and make the choice to let life continue to unfold. Deep breath and sigh.
Yes I will miss him…or rather the fun that we had but I don’t regret a thing. I look forward to my new real time partner and I wonder where he will come into my orbit. I don’t care when, in fact I want to go on record with that. Meanwhile, my orgasms are my responsibility and I am down for the challenge…LOL! Cyber is safer on many levels…when done the right way.
“Miss?” The young man’s voice brought me out of my writing.
He had a fresh cup of coffee for me and a croissant with butter and raspberry jam. It was what I had yesterday morning and he remembered.
“I thought you would enjoy a breakfast snack,” he said with a sexy smile.
This boy was hot, he knew it and he knew I knew it.
This was going to be a fun cruise.
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Smoothing the fragrant oil on my skin, I shivered as goose bumps ran up my spine.
Chilling shivers of excitement caught my breath as I thought about seeing him again. As soon as he let me know when the tour stop was booked, I asked for that flight.
Luckily, I have seniority so it was on the books last Tuesday. Time seemed to crawl this week. I couldn’t keep my mind on my work. I day dreamed about him and how great it was going to be to feel his hands and his mouth on my body again.
Knowing he has his choice of the world’s most beautiful women and wants to have sex with me makes me super confident. He is just young enough to push my comfort zone and he knows exactly how to open me up.
The sexy texts leading up to the trip are fabulous. He is a real tease and can turn me on in way less than 140 characters. I had to limit him…no sexting at work. Luckily, his time zone is so far away, he catches me after 6.
Tomorrow I hop a flight to Honolulu to pick up the flight crew and then on to Bali . As usual, he booked the whole first class sextion, I mean section and requested me as his personal flight attendant. My friends know and they want details in exchange for covering for me.
My heart is about beating out of my chest thinking about what was ahead for me.
He loves my body.
He touches me with finger and tongue tips and teases me with tiny nips and kisses. Cyber is mind bending and we share lots of intimate moments but there is nothing like skin. Skin. Skin sweeping against skin.
I will be drunk with desire.
Aching for him.
I run a jasmine scented bath and slip into the swirling water. Sinking down til my chin hits the water I close my eyes and will myself into quiet. It is only a few more hours. I don’t want to flip out even though every nerve ending in my body is standing at attention.
Breathing deeply and imagining him at the other end of the bath tub, I felt the switch get flipped and waves of sensation hit me below the belt. Yes, yes, yes. He picks up my foot, my imaginary lover, and begins to slowly massage it.
Strong and gentle hands he presses his thumbs into the sole of my foot and I whimper in response. “I haven’t…” I stutter. “Shhhh…” he whispers and puts my big toe into his mouth.
Short panting breaths and a small moan escapes my lips.
I laid my head back and placed my other foot between his legs, resting on him, feeling how hard he was, stroking him with my foot. I loved hearing the sound he made when I touched him like this. We are so good together.
He sucks and licks and bites my toes…one at a time he teased. Orgasm comes and gratefully I relax into the waves of pleasure. Just as if he was actually here, my body is flooded with joy and excitement. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Yes,” he says softly, “Yes baby, go with it.” He squeezed my foot and I squealed with absolute delight. More please.
He sat up and crawled forward covering my face with kisses. I wrapped my thirsty arms around him and pulled him close. We laid there in the hot steamy bath holding each other while my orgasm wound down.
Breathing deeply, I looked around and smiled to myself. At home alone, in my bathroom with an open suitcase on the floor. It won’t be long now. Thank you baby.
I always did love the ellipsis. So many sentences not ready to be finished….
Now the lovely ellipsis has found its way into my bedroom, here is how it all started….
I started researching erotica and cyber sex several months ago and it has been an eye popping experience.
A simple google chat for erotic text opened the world of sexual entertainment available for free. About 23,200,000 results in .38 seconds. It was such a search that brought me to Ashley Madison and to the four hot story tellers in my life at the moment.
Soap Operas are famous for the frequent romps in bed between characters. Enrique Iglesias sings of one night stands and hot steamy sex in high energy dance songs.
But let’s be honest, Soap Operas, movies and popular books like the Twilight series as well as Fifty Shades of grey have only accomplished one thing.
Thousands of sexually hungry, wishfully thinking and ultimately unsatisfied women. Married or single, be honest…do you have regular orgasmic and thrilling sex?
You are out there reading, watching and singing along to all of the passive sexual entertainment that you can. Being a modern woman, you have a variety of sex toys that do their best to find the big O.
But truth? How long has it been since you have had a screaming orgasm?
I lived with a man with no sex drive…for nearly 10 years. I kept the pipes lubricated with erotica and toys but I didn’t know what I was missing.
Being in a private chat room with a man whose sole intention is to create a fantasy just for me has taken my orgasms into a whole new dimension. I feel so safe when I am alone. I have discovered that when I am by myself, my body finally relaxes deeply enough for orgasm to have its way with me and does it ever. (Click here to see a real orgasm-this is not porn)
So how does the ellipsis come in to play?
In the chat room while your story teller is typing, all you see is a small picture and the ellipsis.
I watch that ellipsis with heart beating fast and bated breath waiting for the next ellipsis to disappear into text. It is mad fun to be teased with that blasted ellipsis.
Right now I have a story teller from Australia who tells a wicked tale. He is smart and a smart ass and he makes me laugh and shiver while he spins erotic fantasies just for me. (Click here to see: Cyber Sex Sample)
The mind is a very naughty place when inspired and the sex I am having at sixty something is the best of my life. As my Australian friend says, cyber sex is the safest sex. Safe from STDs of course, but more important for me, safe from the complication of a relationship.
Me? I am just divorced. 73 days today. The last thing I want is to be in a couple. How about you? Why aren’t you getting enough pleasure when it comes to sex?
Answer me this…do you need a man to have great sex? Could Solo Sex Orgasms with erotic text partners fill in until you are really ready to make it permanent with a real time guy?
What do you think?
Still smoking hot.
We are in until it isn’t fun anymore and honestly, I am a much happier human being now that I am single and have a sex life again. Not just some average sex life, no. I have a sex life that would make a woman half my age green with envy.
My anxiety level is down, I am more confident and my creativity is going through the roof. I got a new job and my writing is flowing, so to speak. I have no play book for walking out this friends with benefits arrangement so it has its challenges. But so does life as a couple.
At this date, it is working for both of us. I continue to remind myself that the climaxes are all in me, in my body. It is not him that does it. It is me in response to him. Erotica frees me to experience the pleasure without him. That makes it work for me.
And when we are finally together it is so fucking hot and we play for as long as we want. He is skilled and patient and tells me I deserve to feel like this and that it is his delight to be the person who is waking this up in me.
Now that I am sexual again (after being married to a man without a sex drive for many years) I have a healthy sexual appetite and with an out of town lover, a girls gonna do what a girls gonna do. A relationship is not what I want. I don’t have the bandwidth to sustain a handshake at the moment.
And, ironically, I do my best fucking writing when he’s been gone a long time, go figure.
Last night I wanted to see him. I was stamping my inner foot and whining big time that I can’t see him whenever I want. Even though I know it is hotter for both of us on this infrequent friends with benefits roller coaster ride. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I wrote myself right into super solo sex and climaxed my little heart out. Here is what I wrote:
But I Want You Now
Email to Him. He is in Europe on assignment and out of cell range.
I miss you so much. I have to be honest. I do. But I know in the deepest place in me that not seeing you is best.
We are not a couple.
I accept that. Deep breath. But I still miss you.
I crave you. I want your hands on me. I start to wiggle and squirm just thinking about you. I hate when I can’t have you.
But then the desire for you swims from inside and I am reminded that all the sexual turn on is in ME. It feels amazing to think about you and your kisses. I miss the kisses the most.
Then I write and my body spasms with mini orgasmic waves that fuel the words. I love to write like this thinking of your mouth and where it goes, your tongue and where it swirls and begs entry.
I bite my lip and my breath is in my throat. Where are you tonight? I know next time will be worth every second of waiting. But I hate the waiting. Shivers run up and down my back I am so turned on right now.
It’s easy for me to pretend you are here. Watching me write. Sitting in the chair across the porch smoking your cigarette smiling and nodding, hand in your lap caressing yourself. That is even hotter.
I want to come over to you but you say, no, keep writing. I keep looking up at you and want to touch you myself. I am so hungry for the taste of you. I don’t want to wait.
It won’t be long you say, you are so beautiful when you cum. I just want to watch you.
I stammer an ok not at all sure of myself. I close my eyes, lean back on the pillows and raise my arms over my head. yes, you say, yes Angel…that’s it let it happen.
My hand drifts between my legs and I cup my pussy like you do. I need so little touch and the waves hit. Yes, yes…please come to me I plead. I want you here I want to feel your skin on me. I want to kiss you.
Not yet, soon Angel.
My head falls back again and my legs widen. Breathing faster, my hips lift and press against my hand. I bring my other hand to cup my breast and pinch and roll my nipple just like you do.
Oh baby, that is hot, you say as you unzip your shorts and take your stiff self out and start to stroke and touch yourself. You are right, I say, this is very very hot.
My hips are circling in the same rhythm your hand is riding, sliding and pulling…small groans escape your throat and I moan too I love to watch you when you are turned on.
Please won’t you come over here now. Its long enough….come on baby….
No you whisper no no. I want you to finish go for it. Imagine my cock outlining the outside of you. Gently circling never entering. Wet slippery round and round.
I want you I tremble and cry. Please I want you.
You lean over me and your mouth takes the place of your cock. Yes I want you…you whisper…. I want to taste you kiss you. Open your legs more, let me in.
You tease me you wicked man. I want your sweet ass in my hands. Where the fuck are you?
Don’t you dare come a minute too soon.
I am thriving while I wait.
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The text alert chimed in my purse.
“Pack your bags”
I hadn’t heard from him for 23 days….but who’s counting.
His job has him on the road most of the time and I’m running a company of my own so our arrangement works out just right for both of us.
“What are you thinking, I can’t just pick up and go.” I texted back.
He is my guilty pleasure and I drop everything when he is in town. He is the most skilled lover I have had and I can’t wait to be nibbled, fondled and cuddled right into heaven. And while a part of me HATES not having him available to me, another part is super turned on by the long time between hot sexy dates. But pack my bags?
“I have to be in Paris on Tuesday and I want you with me.”
My mind snapped into hyperdrive…how can I make this happen. My assistant Darcy has been cheering me on for months. I never thought that I would be happy in a NSA (No Strings Attached) purely sexual relationship. But I am and I love it.
“You naughty man…how you tempt me….” I typed quickly.
I switched screens on my iPad and pulled up my calendar.
“Oh….I plan on lots of naughtiness…..”
A shiver ran up my back and I felt myself melt between my legs. I couldn’t wait to be with him for more than a day at a time. Would we get tired of sex? I don’t think so. We make out for hours at a time. I cum just thinking about him.
“When?” I fire back.
“Like in tomorrow Tuesday?”
“Yep. I said, pack your bags…”
“Holy shit….I’m in.”I text quickly and then fly off the couch, grab my laptop and start canceling meetings and rearranging my schedule.
A rush of passion surges through me as I accept the risk I am taking.
My heart pounds thinking about being with him, tasting him, kissing him, touching him, taking him in every way.
It’s just sex and that will never work, the experts say. Nothing of value can be built from a no strings attached sexual relationship, the wise ones of the world preach in loveless marriages and sexless lives.
I am having sex. I am having the best sex of my life and if my sex buddy wants to take me to France to play out the fantasy, I am all in.
My heart is in my throat as I pack a few things in a small bag. I always travel light and I don’t think I will be wearing a lot of clothes.
Skinny jeans and a couple of tees, gold strappy sandals and a pair of white sneakers and a super sheer and beautiful summer sundress that falls off one shoulder. My bikini, the exotic massage oil he had brought from Thailand and my passport.
I called a cab and was on my way. All I could think about was him and every time I did, my lower belly tightened up and warm moistness gathered below. I kept imagining him holding me, stroking me, kissing and nibbling on my shoulder, my neck and I can’t wait.
I can’t help but wonder if he gets hard thinking of me the way I get wet thinking of him. I am trembling thinking of the naughtiness that awaits…..
PS We had to take different flights so we couldn’t be together til we got to Paris. We had some great chat sex though…check it out: Rendevous: Sexting at 40,000 ft
Guys, you are going to have to give us girls a break here.
If you have been the kind of fabulous partner that I know you are and your woman has just shivered in for a landing, the last thing she wants to hear is a request.
A request for her to do anything. After climax, my body has echoes…like velvet aftershocks that can make the orgasm last for a long time.
In real life, women fall asleep in the arms of their lovers especially if you have done a great job of satisfying her. But, if she is still conscious enough to get her cyber self on with yours, here are some texting tips on how to help her pleasure you with perfection.
Trust me, her willing participation will turn up the heat for you.
You just want to make it real easy for her.
1. Ask her things that she only needs to say yes or no to.
I am telling you that after my man has finished ravishing my willing self, I am done in. Sometimes even squeaking out a yes or a no is a real challenge.
2. Describe what you are doing to pleasure yourself and ask her if it is ok if you go on.
Like this, “Baby, Is it ok if I slip my hand into my shorts?” Now that makes me shiver just thinking about it…then I can text back one letter…. k.
3. Repeat step 2.
With each “k” you will know she is there with you, keeping you company while you ride the wave of your own solo sex.
Of course you have to be good at one handed typing with this one…. If you don’t have a great time playing with your happy woman this way, let me know.
I think she will be all over you….in cyberland, of course.
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Uh, you can thank me later….
I do and no, I don’t get to see him as often as I like. Staying present and true to the mutually agreed upon limits of this arrangement has been annoying. I want him when I want him and love waiting and anticipating the next time all at the same time.
The longer we are apart, the hotter it is. I hate that and I love that.
Because of my cyber play, (Thank you AshleyMadison.com) I have virtual sex with role-playing partners and the fantasies we create are deeply satisfying physically. Because I don’t know my cyber partner’s true identity, his role in my fantasy is just that…a role.
I am not attaching to the real person behind the role. It is very like writing a screen play in a private fantasy with a partner who has agreed to play a part. These stories are designed to bring me the orgasms that I have been thirsty for my whole life, and my partners are available when I want to play.
At 61, I realize that solo sex needs to be a regular part of my sexual activity plan, my body finds its way to ridiculous heights of climax especially when I am alone. It is so much easier to cum when I am fully relaxed and present with myself.
When with in person lovers, I am not that uninhibited…yet. Maybe I will get there.
So…I accept completely that my sex buddy keeps his distance. I accept the timing and intensity of this NSA (No Strings Attached) arrangement. I also accept that it is up to me to decide what I want when it comes to a sex buddy and be clear with the ground rules right from the beginning.
Do I still cheer lead for NSA (No Strings Attached) connections? You bet. The pleasure of a brand new climax with a high chemistry partner is worth it. I like things a certain way and because actual intercourse is not involved, I feel a safe distance from my partners. Why not go all the way? More on that later.
While I am a one partner girl IRT (In Real Time), old habits of monogamy run deep, that may change. I do have multiple cyber sex partners and because the distance is far greater (no voice, no pictures, no phone calls, no cams) the sexy cyber chat brings me to climax whoever is playing the role of my partner.
On one recent cyber fantasy date, my partner and I were in the jacuzzi on a cruise ship. He was fabulous with his side of the story and he timed the texts wickedly well. There is something super hot when you are reading a sexy story…directed right at you…waiting anxiously for each new text window to pop up.
Grab a sex toy, if you want and there you go. I let my partner know when I start to climax and he stays right with me giving me a private blow by blow, so to speak, description until I tell him I am shivering to the finish. Longest one so far…45 minutes. Wave upon delicious wave.
I love cyber sex because I missed years of orgasm living with uninterested men and not knowing I had a choice. Now I love the aliveness of having an active sex life. I am more creative, more confident and more determined. I also am behaving like a grownup when it comes to my IRT sex buddy.
Without my cyber fantasies, I would probably be stalking the poor guy, horny as hell, mistakenly thinking that it was HIM who made me feel that way. Now as an adult I see that it is ME and MY BODY that gets to climax whether there is a HE in the room or not.
Although, truth be told, there is nothing like his touch and I look forward to our next IRT sexcapade!
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Because he is on the road most of the year, I only see him in person every few weeks.
When he first suggested Cyber Sex for the between times, I wasn’t convinced. Needless to say, he changed my mind.
Here is what happened last night…when we were thousands of miles apart.
Phone Chimes: Incoming Text….
Me: Hey baby…
He: Hey you….
Me: I am so hungry for you. I hate not being able to have you when I want…whenever I want you.
He: I want you to miss me.
He: Tell me what you want.
Me: I want to kiss you. I want to be kissed by you. I love your mouth. I love how you bite me and nibble on me and I love how turned on I am when I am with you. The second I finally see you, I melt.
If I were there right now, what would you want me to do.
I want you to come up from behind and kiss the back of my neck. I want you to snuggle in from behind and breathe on my skin. I want to feel you taste me and I want to feel your hands on my shoulders as my head drops back in pure shivery pleasure.
Please kiss down the length of my spine….I want you so much my body swings in rhythm to the music. I ache to climax.
What do you want?
My thighs…please….my thighs. My breath catches in my throat….. I want you please…
I want to hear it…tell me what you want
I want you to kiss me and touch me … you know what I want.
You wicked man…I want you to lick me, kiss me here bringing your hand up my thigh.
My breath is so fast please yes please more. You are so good. Waves of pleasure roll over and through me. Climax like a body dance of ecstasy yes…yes…. yes….please don’t stop….. Yummy….thank you baby….
You don’t need to thank me, darlin. It is my pleasure…let me just hold you, I know you are not done yet.
Shivering, panting cumming and cumming…I want to taste you. I slip my hands under your t shirt and find your pecs so hard under my hands. I kiss and taste and lick my way down your chest and belly…swirling, kissing, tasting…I love how you taste. Mmmmm…..
You are throbbing and your hand is in my hair, fingers wrapped and holding tight, you direct me to exactly where you need me to be. I open my warm mouth and take you in…tongue wrapping you in waves of excitement. I run my teeth lightly down the length of you and use my lips to caress and stroke your stiffness.
My hands coast up the sides of your thighs and closer to your cock, pulsating with desire. My moist lips around and down my tongue savoring the ridges and skin folds. I hear you moan with delight and that turns me on so much.
Angel you say, Angel, Angel…Oh my god Angel. Suck me hard you say suck me hard.
I slide up and down and suck with desire. I love how you taste… how your feel. Baby sweet baby…cum for me. I taste it, that flavor that tells me you are almost there. You move slowly, firmly and meet my rhythm.
Then I feel you release sweet release as I hold you and ride along.
Me: You are so fun.
He: You too. Can I just hold you for awhile?
Me: K. Sexual energy still flowing, mmmmm.
Me: Yep. Look what you do to me….
This is exactly what has been happening to me. I am alone, except for my cyber sex buddy du jour, but I know what she is feeling. I love watching as the woman in pink “moves” the energy along.
In my fantasies, my imagination moves the energy through me and I cum from head to toe. Longest one so far is almost an hour. This is definitely NOT the kind of sex my mom explained to me in “The Talk” years ago.
Gentlemen, your cyber story telling bring this to the ladies you entertain, if you know what she likes and you can read her pace….this is the pure pleasure your texting brings her.
Hooray for solo sex and hooray for fabulous men who play along!
So….is it possible?
Can you have a purely sexual relationship and not long for more? In the search for ultimate pleasure, do conventional relationship rules apply? Here’s what is going on with me.
I am having the best sex of my life. A 36 year old cyber buddy asked me if it is true that women in their 60s have a higher sex drive than women decades younger. As I told him, I can only speak for myself but yes, I am having the best sex of my life. So all in all, I would have to give my sexual satisfaction an A+.
Since adding cyber sex to the mix, I have orgasms that last for forty five minutes. I never expected this. My ex had no sexual appetite and I had adjusted myself accordingly. I am a one man woman…a serial monogamist and cheating never crossed my mind. I had solo sex all the way along with erotica and a great vibrator.
Little did I know how much my life would change once reawakened and sexually active again.
After I left my husband, very young men began to appear on the scene. Once I got a taste of what it is like to have a man turned on by the thought of me, my self confidence went through the roof.
Now I get why Madonna, Cher, Jennifer Lopez and now Heidi Klum love younger guys so much. It is like a fountain of youth. I feel younger than ever and life is changing.
I began writing again after a long hiatus. I found myself a great new job. I am leaving my current job with my head held high and a great relationship with my boss.
I think that the fountain of inner energy that is available because of my sex life is more tangible to me because I went without it for such a long time.
So that is why I give my sex life an amazing A+. Do you hear a but coming? Well, there is one. I have a sex buddy who knows how to touch me and coax deep soul satisfying orgasm out of me. Yummy.
The problem is, he travels. I only see him about every other month.
If I moon over him and obsess about the when, where and how of our next encounter, it sucks. All I can think of is how much I want to be with him again. To feel his mouth on me. Nipping, licking and kissing me… making me quake inside. Of course I long to feel him touching and stroking me. Duh.
That’s where cyber sex comes in. I have two or three men that spend time with me and are eager to please. The attraction is mutual and I enjoy learning what it takes to bring them the satisfaction they are bringing me.
What is happening for me is deep and crazy good orgasm without emotional attachment. My body is now responsive to the quietest of touch and can be sent into waves of pleasure that last 30 to 45 minutes. I am not kidding.
Here is what I think is going on.
It is hard for me to let my guard down when I am with a man.
But when I am alone, my body can fully relax and when that happens, orgasm happens all by itself. Cyber buddies who text along…narrating the blow by blow, so to speak bring peak experiences again and again.
I am going to start seeing other men in the real world too. Yes, I am a serial monogamist or so I thought. Now, I am going to say yes when asked out and see what unfolds.
The beauty of solo sex with a cyber buddy is that it builds a sustained sexual energy which makes me more self confident and sure of myself when I am with real time men.
Because I am not sexually starving, I am much better at keeping my head screwed on straight when chemistry strikes.
Ultimately, all sex is solo sex. Full and ecstatic orgasms are essentially self centered. All awareness falls away as the body vibrates to a deep inner rhythm that pulsates pleasure upon pleasure.
Even with the love of your life, if you get to that peak place of pleasure, it doesn’t matter if he is there or not. Having a fantasy partner will never be as hot as skin on skin, mouth on delicious mouth sex play.
But, a talented text partner, the right vibrator and a safe place to play make for a great evenings entertainment. Solo sex is the safest sex out there and technology brings unlimited possibilities right to your phone or laptop. What are you waiting for?
Dear Fantasy Lover,
I like you. You’re fun.
You write in a smart ass sexy style that I find uber appealing. I look forward to your messages, they make me tingle and the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My heart beat goes up when the mail box flashes with a new message from you.
That being said, there’s something you need to know.
I know you want me to have your cock. In my hands, in my mouth, between my breasts and other creative places in the geography that is us.
I appreciate that and believe me, there is nothing I appreciate more than a beautiful cock.
Did you hear a but coming? (Ok, get your mind out of the gutter, I spelled it with one t. Haha) Even though the texting is hot and even though there is cosmic and deliciously anonymous chemistry going on between us, you must never, ever put your cock anywhere near your cyber partner’s body without her ok.
On line just like in real life, your hands and mouth drive me wild and it is easy and comfortable to imagine you and I making out and enjoying each other as strangers. I really need to know a man before I want to entertain him with my talents.
Women like me who have had a bit of a painful past when it comes to sex partners need a little coaching and patience to let go and let pleasure have its way. It takes a special man to slow down to his lady’s pace, but worth it.
You wake up something fabulous in me and I am super turned on by what you say and how you say it.
I love how you write and I can’t wait for more. I have but one condition, let me pick the time and story line the next time your cockalicious self comes out to play. Tease me and taste me and I promise you, we’ll rock it.
PS Also, I never ever ride a cock that I haven’t tasted first….
Dear Fantasy Lover,
Last time you took me to a place I had never been before.
Just thinking about you and chills run up my back and into the nape of my neck making my hair tingle. I don’t know how and why but I love what you do with my body.
You told me you would. You told me I wouldn’t regret it.
I don’t know how you knew but you were right. All I know is that I love the feeling of your hands on me. I crave it. I can’t wait til next time. I love how you nibble on me, not quite painful nips that send shock waves through me.
When I start to breathe hard and fast I know you know and you always slow down and lighten your touch at just the moment I need and want more. That tease blows me away. I love how gentle you are…..how sometimes I cum when you are just holding me.
I have never been with someone who puts me, my body and my pure pleasure first. Where did you come from, you rascal you, teasing and pleasing me and touching me with pleasure. I wish I could explain to you how good it feels when you do certain things.
I love when you kiss my shoulders and up into the nape of my neck. I tremble when you run your hands through my hair and grip it at the most delicious moments. I know you know I am happy when I arch my back and move toward you.
Exquisitely wicked, you always kiss everywhere but where I want you and my body always finds the magic when you finally do. I love how you sense my natural wanting as I slowly but willingly open my legs and relax.
Wasn’t it cool that time we were in the tub together, me lying up against your back and your arm around me, across my chest. I love that I am so comfortable with you that I could lay back on you and cum and cum just laying in your arms.
I hope it isn’t too long before we can be together again.
With a Shiver….
PS. I love how you taste right before you cum.
I still tremble at the thought of the orgasms from last time. Like echoes, tender aftershocks of pleasure are right here…now.
I want to be kissed like that again. I want you to nibble on my lips and explore me with your tongue. As a matter of fact, I want you to explore more of me with your tongue. I want to feel kissed up and down my spine.
I want to feel your tongue on the bottom of my foot. I want to feel my toe in your mouth and I promise I will cum when you suck and nibble on me.
I want to tease and please you. I want you naked. I want to taste you in every way. I love exploring your body with my tongue. I love your stubble. I love when you tremble and moan under my spell.
I want to feel your strong arms around me and your hands on my skin. I want to lay down next to you and feel your body wind itself around me. I want your legs around me. I want to press my body against yours and lose myself in how good it feels.
I know how fucking fun it will be next time we are together. We have no obligation to each other, no promises, no broken promises.
I am having the best sex of my life and most of it is without you. I have fantastic cyber sex texting with men and pretending they are you. I think of being with you while in the tub and you are there, looking into my eyes, massaging my foot resting between your legs.
Even writing about it makes my body respond as if you are here touching me right now and that is super exciting.
The more I get, the more I want. I can’t wait til next time. I tremble at the thought of our next fantasy date.
Shivering in anticipation,
Hugging me tightly and nuzzling the back of my neck, I found it hard to catch my breath.
Yes please, I whispered.
Laughing, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the car. Wanna drive I said, sure he said. I love how he slides his hand along my thigh and not having to concentrate on my driving. Where are we going? I asked. I know a park near by where we can park. He grinned.
Something inside me is doing cartwheels. When I was 17 and parked to makeout, I was so terrified my dad would find out and shoot the poor boy before beating me black and blue with his belt, I could barely get my mouth open.
I was woefully inexperienced when I married the first time and had no idea that orgasm was such a multi-faceted experience. Now, when this much younger man touches me a certain way, my body rides waves of sexual pleasure all of it orgasmic. Each time more exciting than the last.
He genuinely enjoys my pleasure and inexplicably, I am at ease and uninhibited when I am with him.
What I love is that he is able to bring all of this bliss to me while fully clothed in the back seat of a late model mustang convertible.
Kissing is delicious and playful. Exploring each other, nipping at lips and kissing eyelids. Hands running up and down my body, occasionally a finger winds its way around my body barely inside the waistband of my jeans.
He holds me tight while one hand goes up my back underneath my sweater. His hand on my skin is breathtaking. I love being so turned on. It has been such a long time since anyone has touched me like this and I am loving it.
Sighing with delight I arch my back and lift my arms and chin. He swoops in and kisses my throat circling back to my ear. Sucking my earlobe into his warm mouth I can’t help but squeal with delight. A cute quiet little squeal, but a squeal just the same.
My legs open easily as he moves his hand higher up my leg and teases with ever lighter touches. Reading my mind he begins to stroke between my legs with just the right pressure. With absolutely no resistance I allow myself to stay right with the pleasure with abandon.
He cheers me on, tells me how beautiful I am when I respond to him like that. He is very good and his touch sends me into orgasm after orgasm. All this with my clothes on. In the car. This is pure pleasure. Two consenting cuddlers, right?
I am watching Days of our Lives and Rafe and Jordan are having sex. Soft sexy music plays while they slowly take each other’s clothes off and kiss softly without a lot of tongue.
Luxuriating in each others arms they are freely and openly making out. And we sappy females love it.
Why should TV characters have better sex than we do? I know it is fiction. But is it fair that we can never achieve the sexual freedom and release that our characters do? It doesn’t matter if it is TV, movies or books like 50 Shades of Grey, don’t you secretly wish you had sex like they did?
There is a man in my life, a much younger man, who is hot for me. Me. He is not a forever kind of guy. He’s a bit of a gypsy. But for right now…He is Mr. Right. The chemistry is so potent that he can be miles away and I can still feel him touching me.
Thirty years ago I would be thinking…I want to marry this man.
Today, at 61, I am just enjoying him. Enjoying how I feel because of his attention. Enjoying him touching my body. Enjoying how he calls my name while we are making out. You see, like Rafe and Jordan and the rest of the love making couples we see on daily TV, it is hot hot hot to make out.
I am not ready to have sex with a man yet. I am still licking my wounds from a failed former relationship and I don’t want to be in love right now.
But in a crazy twist of delicious fate, along comes Mr. Why Not. Young and attractive with broad shoulders, sapphire blue eyes and coal black hair… oozing sexual energy.
Over the years, I depended on solo sex to satisfy myself and learned how I like to climax. With the right audio or video to tease and great toys, finding orgasm is not hard for me. In fact, multiple orgasms are the rule. While much of my life has been a challenge, being sexual has actually flourished.
There is nothing like the feeling you get when the right man wants to be with you.
It began with hugs that made me melt into him. I couldn’t help myself. I felt safe in his arms. We are doing a lot of making out…I am in no hurry and he is eager to please. You can have a hell of a lot of fun with your clothes on. You should try it.
I find myself picking things to wear for how they will feel when he is running his hands down my body. We don’t have that much time together which makes things even sweeter. The anticipation of next time makes my heart race.
So which is he…a lover or a sex buddy?
More importantly…does it really matter? Well, here’s the thing.
I am having better sex and definitely more fun when I am having sex (in the makeout stage, I had a delicious and long lasting orgasm just from kissing and being massaged and stroked with my clothes on).
Do I want to be naked with this man?
Yes. But I am consciously choosing to steer my newly awakened sexual self into my writing and I belong to an adult chat site where I practice super safe sex with flirty and very skilled cyber lovers in text conversations. Quite entertaining and as turned on as I am, very fulfilling.
I love feeling like this. I don’t want to fall in love with Mr. Why Not. He is not promising anything. We barely know each other. The sex is fantastic and I am having lots of fun. Sounds like a sex buddy to me. Once upon a time, my belief system would have never allowed me to be this uninhibited and open with a man.
What do you think? Have you had a sex buddy? How did it work out for you?
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Text: What is a little harmless cuddling between two consenting cuddlers.
Something inside of me melted when I read it. A piece of resistance to letting myself be loved again fell away as I let myself want that cuddle so adorably offered.
Last night, just a few days after that little invitation I had the first of what I know is not the last one hour orgasm…like a physical echoing that held my body in ecstasy while I went about my business. It just didn’t want to stop.
I hadn’t touched myself, spoken to anyone or watched any porn…even the always fabulous erotica created by women for women. No, all this happened from a text conversation.
I found a website that offers hookups to people looking for virtual sexual partners but in a very classy way. No in your face sexuality at all. Discreet and inviting. Women are free and men purchase credits to connect with women members.
It is red hot texting with a lover. The crazy anticipatory turn-on knowing your person is with you in real time and all about your pleasure is ridiculous. Holy Crap.
I was contacted by men nearly immediately on the site and the very first one brought me this gift of an hour long orgasmic paradise. He was not the only one involved though…here is why I was on the site in the first place.
I am killer attracted to a man who is not available to me right now. I can barely resist him and while I know he is interested and seems to care about me beyond how good we could be physically, I am just not in a position to be having sex with someone right now. In person sex, that is.
So, here’s what happened. FunInOhio was texting me on line in a private chat room. He was detailing what he wanted to be doing to me, had a degree of fun and creativity and it was mildly hot. Mildly because he had me naked immediately and was acting as if I was already aroused and ready for that.
He, like many men sexters I meet, skipped right over the all important Setting The Stage Step and was out of sync with my desire.
But, when I imagined it was my unavailable guy who was typing what he wanted to do to me…. , the cuddler mentioned above, I melted in a way that let me orgasm in waves and waves. I was completely alone in the experience physically but his energy was all around and over me. I felt safe and relaxed like never before and I just coasted into a matchless body state.
There is something about being alone that let me relax in a profoundly deeper way than I do with a partner.
There was family in the next room. I just sat there on the couch and my body went to a place of crazy delicious and over the top feel good. FunInOhio didn’t want anything in return. He seemed genuinely wowed by my experience.
And my unavailable guy? I don’t think he realizes what his texts are doing to and for me. I can’t wait to explore this option. Maybe one day we will add that dimension but until I am ready to be with someone physically again, I plan on having some some great sexual fun and enjoy the anonymity of the internet in a way that works for me.