My girlfriend and I had a sweet and sexy reunion with an old boyfriend who returned to play with us after a breakup. The three of us have been heart-connected for many years. He joined us Friday night after breaking up with his now-ex-girlfriend who was decidedly monogamous. Different strokes, right? He proposed and later confirmed that a three-way romp would provide the cleanest closure so he could move past grieving.
Though we spent hours talking and connecting platonically, when we got around to sex many of our old turn-ons for each other came back organically. I was strongly reminded of how lovely threesomes are when the two same-gendered people are bisexual. In this case, two men with a woman. Or when there are two women with one man (one of my favorites, I freely admit). As Kim pointed out at the SexPositive Reno presentation about Ethical Non-Monogamy last Monday, otherwise it’s a V. That means the two men are at the top of the V only connected with the woman at the bottom point. Or vice versa. Don’t get me wrong, taking turns can be super erotic when watching is a turn-on for everyone involved. But the three-way energy connection when we’re each into touching each other (and more) provides its own special gifts.
When we finally crashed after midnight, we were hoping to conserve our energy for a long day of play starting early Saturday morning. Unfortunately — no, correct that — fortunately, she and I couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Our tired lovemaking was slow and sweet and delicious. So yummy that I fell asleep in a profound state of “fuckstasy.” You may not have heard that word before because I made it up while her jewels (genitals) kept insisting on mine sliding in and out of hers. Our fucking created such intense ecstasy that I coined the term fuckstasy.
Have you been there recently? I sure hope so.
Turns out the erotic evening and sleepy coupling served as the perfect foreplay for our twelve-hour one-on-one date the next day after our boyfriend left. When we started up again about noon, we were more relaxed than usual. If you’ve read any of my Tantra articles or books, you know how vital
relaxation is for running energy. That’s our slang term for the feeling of consciously streaming sexual excitement through your body.
Even after 15 years, not only could we not keep our hands off of each other, we couldn’t keep our mouths off of each other. 69, mutual oral sex, seemed to the perfect way to start up again. As the excitement built, it cascaded through our bodies in stronger and stronger pulses. One of the best things about 69 for energy-sensitive lovers is that it creates a complete circle. The sexual electricity streamed up my body from my cock (with her mouth around it) and sparked off my tongue into her pussy. The current from her pussy up her body through her heart to her mouth completed the circuit.
I’ve written many times earlier about how important open forthright communication is to sexual pleasure. Specifically, last year she gave me a little course about what her clio (clitoris) prefers: soft and slow and slippery. Right, even after all this time, I still needed (and need) training to please her in some new moments. So, being the dedicated student I am, I was gentle though creative with her growing pearl.
And patient. My goddess, we already had great fun the night before and had the whole day and night ahead of us. So I was in no hurry. As she explained later, that is one critical factor in her ability to orgasm. When she’s worried that it’s taking too long, or she’s thinking that her partner wants her to reciprocate, she can’t sink into her own pleasure and explode over the top. I was having so much fun from licking her and being sucked that I could have gone on much longer than the thirty minutes we were so engaged.
And while we’re discussing female orgasms, it’s important to recognize that they often take many times longer than male ones. Sometimes up to an hour or more. But frankly that wasn’t my purpose. Tantric lovemaking isn’t goal oriented. The electromagnetism circling between us was so satisfying that I didn’t want it to end too soon.
At one point, maybe twenty minutes into our 69ing, she simply said “suck it.” I knew she wanted my mouth providing suction and bouncing up and down on her clio. That was more vigorous than my earlier training indicated, but I readily complied. There was no doubt that she asked for the right thing. It was obvious because she started vibrating and breathing and moaning so much more strongly.
Which raises another point about feminine climaxes. It’s hard to make a woman come who doesn’t know her own body, her most potent erogenous triggers, and her proven pathways to orgasm. That’s why we always urge and encourage all women to self-pleasure regularly. Plus it’s like exercise. They need to keep their sexual muscles toned and ready for the onslaught of tidal waves of pleasure. Because my girlfriend is so active, she knows her body and its response intimately. So when she asked for sucking, I knew I was being guided by the foremost authority on her own excitement.
With the mutual sucking 69 we were both getting even hotter than we’d been before. I could feel the sexual energy more intensely in my cock which made me wail and flail, moan and groan. Did you ever hear of a “hummer?” That’s when a lover hums while giving oral sex. The term is usually applied to blowjobs, but in this case she couldn’t help but feel my sound vibrations directly invading her clio.
Later she told me how much it turns her on when a man shows his turn-on without holding back. Us guys may be culturally programmed to be taciturn and insensitive like John Wayne. But that’s not me. Tantra training has helped me to fully feel and express my passion. When I’m in an energy circle like 69, I know I have to keep up my end of the bargain. The more energy we both generate, release, and reveal, the stronger the synergy.
I really didn’t know where we were heading up to this point. Remember, I was so blissed out from the night before that I wasn’t the least bit rushing. But when she said “harder” I figured the end was in sight. How many times have I mistimed my ejaculation mistakenly expecting the woman I was fucking was on the brink? Again, her simple assertiveness saved me from having to try to figure out where she was at.
As instructed, I kept doing what I was doing, just harder. And the room began to glow, and the walls began to shimmer, and her body seemed to levitate. It didn’t happen all at once, but in stages. A little louder, a little more shaking, a little more intense energy flow. And then more, and then more. Kind of like Led Zeppelin’s super-hit “Stairway To Heaven” that Jimmy Page calls “that fucking wedding song.”
Did you ever wonder or say “did you come yet?” to your playmate? No need for that this time. The explosive climax shook us and the bed. I held on to her butt cheeks for dear life. I think my cock fell out of her mouth (fortunately) so she could scream at the top of her lungs. And it kept going on and on, changing in colors and flavors and textures, as it bounced off the walls and ceiling, rattled the windows, and freaked out our four dogs. (Well not too much, they’re kind of used to it.)
This was not the first time that I was humbled by such an experience. Not the first time I realized any self-image of me being a good lover is dwarfed by the truth that I wasn’t leading or in charge. Rather, I followed her to her climax. I listened, observed, and paid attention to what her body was doing and what she knew she wanted. Like so many macho guys, sometimes I can’t help suffering from feeling that I know it all. It takes this kind of ascent to a woman’s orgasm to disabuse me of my hubris. Sure, I feel fantastic having done my part. But if I have any ego left in the whole affair, my pride is centered around being willing to let her direct me and my willingness to follow.
Women, may you take more charge in bed. And men, may you have the strength of character to surrender to her pleasure while putting your ego aside.