The 30 minutes orgasm

I often come across as someone who seems so convinced, so obviously certain about what I am talking about. That conviction as it turns out isn’t a gift from the gods, it stems in a quite unique soul life path. We all have a unique one, we’ve all been different things in different lives. It goes back far, really far. All the way to being a rock, or a grain of salt, or sand.

Since I started writing about sex on my blog I’ve been on the quest to make orgasms last longer, it’s a fun thing to play with; most of the time. Somehow deep inside I was convinced that there was a way to get people to stick in the orgasmic phase of pleasure for an unlimited length of time. I just knew it was possible; how exactly I wasn’t sure. In all honesty, and this might seem distorted to anybody who hasn’t read my biography, I’ve come to that understanding when I was being abused with my head under water; so basically being abused and drowned at the same time.

So last year, during spring and summer I wrote a few blog posts.

And I tried on a few of my lovers; at different levels; or pushing the enveloppe and/or keeping them in the orgasmic phase.

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The red hot myth of the dripping pussy

For the record, I’m writing this for women out there. And indirectly for me, because. Well, if you read through you’ll understand.

As a woman, and as a man, I am sure you’ve lived an experience like this before: the man approaches the woman with his 6 inch intention clearly outlined by a bulge in his pants, and when you lean against the woman’s body the woman can feel his intentions even more clearly. He’s turned on, like hard on.

Have you ever thought, or lived the opposite situation? I mean only in extreme cases could you ever see a woman’s sexual intentions through her pants, and hard nipples can be a sign of many different things. But what about a naked woman leaning against a naked man and pussy juice dripping on the man’s leg? You think I am crazy right?

Well. No. It’s been happening to me rather frequently lately, and not from just one of my lovers but from many of them; but all of them have one point in common, I have introduced all of them to orgasmic meditation.

Orgasmic Meditation (or OM)? What is that? That, my friend is an incredible feeling of a liberated woman, who feels empowered by her sexual blossoming and freedom; the freedom to love sex for sex, to be allowed to indulge into sexual pleasure without guilt, without judgement, with no fear. If you are monogamous, she can do that with just her man, although I’d tend to argue that monogamy is a mistake; I’m not here to convince you it is. I am here to convince you that Orgasmic Meditation has a very powerful transformative effect on women and their ability to live pleasure. To not feel like sex is supposed to be used to keep her man close by, or as a way to get through in life in some situations, sex is a means to exquisite pleasure and ecstasy; limitless pleasure. And that pleasure will be shared with one or many men, radiating through all spheres of life, all forms of personal empowerment.

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