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The Joy of Sex with Divine Cocks – Re-framing Premature Ejaculation

As anyone who has worked with me will tell you, I have a lousy memory, so it’s not very surprising that I don’t remember much about my first session with R. Two things have stayed with me. The first is that he arrived highly anxious about security and privacy, needing lots of reassurance that he was safe in my home and with me.  The second is that he absolutely loved my breasts and was slightly overwhelmed that he was allowed to touch them.

 

His love of my boobs was very charming and a bit difficult for him. Starved of boob pleasure in his marriage he used to bury his face in my breasts and shortly afterwards he would come. Sometimes this was within the first 15-20 minutes. The combination of excitement and nerves was too much for his highly sensitive cock and he would go from 0 to an explosive 10 in seconds.

 

He shared with me that his habit of ejaculating “prematurely” irritated his wife, her irritation then fuelled his feelings of shame, failure, disappointment and anxiety around his cock behaving in such a disappointing and non-conformist manner. 

 

I use the term “non-conformist” because I hate the term “sexual dysfunction.” I am frustrated by how many people believe that they are in some way sexually “dysfunctional” simply because their sexuality doesn’t conform to expected norms first laid out by the patriarchs and more recently reinforced by sexologists’ “scientific” studies. 

 

We have obediently followed the patriarchs’ model of sex for about 5,000 years of our 300,000 years of human existence, but that doesn’t change the fundamental fact that it IS only a model, that it’s not the only model and in no way is it “natural.” 

 

I would argue that 20th Century sexologists made sex a lot harder for a lot of people by trying to weave female pleasure into a model that had previously always disregarded female pleasure. (In fact, it was created to shut down female sexual pleasure.)

 

In the patriarchs’ model of sex, men were expected to (i) get an erection in response to sexual stimulus (ii) enter the woman and fuck her until he came, filling her body with seed to breed the next generation. Women were expected to comply – by whatever means necessary. 

 

Sexologists amended this model but that is all it is, an amendment, not a challenge or an alternative to the patriarchal model. 

 

Enlightened modern men are now expected to (i) get an erection in response to sexual stimulus (ii) maintain that erection through “foreplay” required to arouse the woman and make her wet and then (iii) maintain that erection whilst fucking her long enough for her to come before he does, so proving that he is both a proper man and a modern gent. Women are expected to get wet quickly enough for a man to use his erection to penetrate her before he ejaculates or loses his erection. 

 

In the patriarchal model of sex, correct erection function is required to prove your manhood. When your erection fails you in any of the above, patriarchal conditioning tells you that you are less of a man. If your woman fails to arouse step (i) or get wet enough in step (ii) or come before you in step (iii) YOU are also less of a man.

 

That is A LOT of pressure on one man and his sensitive cock. The pressure of this model and the implications it has on masculinity can be summed up thus: 

 

Big, strong erection = masculine. 

 

Hesitant, weak, fleeting erection (for whatever reason) = not masculine. 

 

Sexologists rush in with impressive sounding terms to explain this loss of masculinity. Terms like “erectile dysfunction” and “premature ejaculation” sound like clinical, medical terms but in truth they are another example of a health industry creating labels for so-called “dysfunctions” to make it easier for them to peddle their snake oil.

 

Create a problem, market the hell out of the problem and then sell an expensive solution be it some kind of pill or therapy. 

 

I’m not saying that there are not men who have difficulty sustaining erections or controlling their sexual energy. What I am saying is that both are completely normal responses in a body and that the “dysfunction” approach causes far more harm than it does good.

 

Here’s why – because whatever you give attention to will grow. 

 

As every parent of an upset child knows. 

 

If I have a splinter in my finger and think about it constantly the pain and distress in my finger will grow. If I put a plaster over the finger and kiss it better, not only will the pain decrease, but most often my body will sort out the problem for me.

 

It’s the same with a sexual “dysfunction.” The very worst thing for either ED or PE is to focus on it. If you enter into a sexual situation focussed on what could go wrong, you are pretty much certain to create all the wrong things you are worrying about. 

 

This was R’s sexual experience. He was terrified of irritating his wife further. He was terrified of disappointing her and receiving another eye roll, sigh or ear full. He dreaded the feelings of shame that followed each ejaculation that occurred, according to the rules of patriarchy, “too soon.” 

 

He felt unmanned by his non-conforming cock. I have no doubt that every failed sex session made the problem worse so that by the time he found his way to my door he ejaculated almost immediately.

 

His fears of what could go wrong guaranteed that they did go wrong because whatever you give your attention to will grow. 

 

And this is my issue with the health industry nodding along kindly to your concern that you have either ED or PE, they are feeding your attention and the more you feed a problem with your attention the more the problem will grow (which the health industry, designed to make profit, LOVES).

 

As a trainee teacher I learned that the secret to dealing with challenging behaviour in the classroom is to not give it attention. You ignore what you don’t want and you reward and praise what you DO want. It is a difficult practice and confusing to non-trained observers, but it works and in a classroom of 30 children you do what works, not what pleases untrained observers. 

 

Life as a whore uses the same skillset. I focus on, and reward, what I want (orgasmic pleasure for us both) and ignore any problem that shows up demanding attention and trying to disrupt my sessions. ED and PE are very demanding, they have their own egos. They are used to destroying my clients’ lives. Not with me they don’t. I don’t buy into their nonsense, I ignore them and focus my attention on pleasure and sensation.

 

And you can do more than just ignore the problem. You can regain control of your sex life by re-framing the problem as an opportunity. After all, wherever there is a problem there is always an opportunity (as the health industry who created this problem well knows!) 

 

My reframe takes your power back from the industry that persuaded you that your body is a problem and that in some way by being “deficient” your body proves that you aren’t a man enough man. What BS!!

 

My reframe is offered to anyone who is able to open their minds to an alternative way of understanding their body and of thinking about sex.

 

Ready?!

 

I see both ED and PE as invitations, and the man who has either as a lucky ticket winner – think Charlie’s Golden Ticket in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. 

 

The ticket, or the invitation, is to escape the narrow confines of a model of sex that is all about performance over pleasure, judgement over experience and programming over connection. 

 

I believe that ED or PE show up in a body that is saying “This does not work for me, I want to connect deeply on my terms, not perform someone else’s script.” ED and PE are the body’s way of saying “I want to experience more. More depth, more connection, more sensation, more pleasure…. MORE.”

 

Sadly, most men, highly conditioned by patriarchy into a narrow performative model of sex, misunderstand their bodies. So instead of hearing the invitation and standing holding their golden ticket with glee, they feel like failures, become dejected and think more and more about their “dysfunction” so that, in time, they become their “dysfunction.” 

 

Whatever you give your attention to will grow. 

 

Patriarchy’s version of masculinity is a very narrow version. It is muscular, it is strong, it is non emotional, it is competitive, it is performative. It is full of rules and “shoulds”. It was designed to separate men from women and men from their own inner divine selves. Patriarchal masculinity is a mask, or a costume, that boys are conditioned into from birth.

 

Beneath the mask lies the essence of the man. This is where you find divine masculine. You can absolutely connect to your divine masculine with a correctly functioning erection, but if you are proudly performing sex to prove (to yourself and others) what an awesome version of patriarchal man you are, then you are not going to connect either with your lover, or with your own inner divine masculine.

 

Macho patriarchal man is like the shell of a nut. It’s just a shell. The real nut is inside. My desire, my job and my joy is connecting to the nut, both for my pleasure, and to reconnect my client to his real nut – his divine masculine.

 

And my theory is that men who are already vulnerable and essentially “unmanned” or de-shelled by their “dysfunction” are offered a portal into their divine by the golden ticket of having non-conforming cocks.

 

But as with Charlie, you have to be willing to use the ticket. You have to say yes to the invitation. You have to be willing to let go of all that you have learnt about male sexuality during your life of patriarchal programming. 

 

The first thing you need to let go of is, of course, the hardest to let go of. You need to let go of your belief that you are some kind of failure or less of a man because you have a non-conformist cock. 

 

You need to update the “big, strong cock = masculine” formula with new information, new ideas and new ways of experiencing your body, mind and soul.This is what R and I have been doing together since his first session with me. 

 

When he first showed up at my door he was very nervous, highly anxious and scared of disappointing another woman and suffering her disapproval. His anxiety (and my boobs) meant he ejaculated quickly and almost without warning. He was already caught in a downward spiral of worrying about how his non-conformist cock was going to behave and so guaranteeing that it would explode “too soon”.

 

My first job was to be completely relaxed about when he ejaculated in the session. It wasn’t hard, I am, genuinely, very relaxed about when a client ejaculates. I can honestly say, as a woman, that I have never cared about when a man ejaculates.  Apart from the brief spell in my life when my first husband and I were making babies, I’ve always found male ejaculate to be a bit of a nuisance. 

 

As a whore I care about my clients experiencing orgasm and I have witnessed so many post ejaculation orgasms that I have deep confidence when I say men can experience much better sex after they come and have stopped worrying about when they are going to explode and “ruin things.”

 

My second job was to help him to relax into a sexual situation. Introducing meditation into our sessions really was a game changer. Just 10 minutes of a guided body meditation focussed on relaxation and connection to sensation in his body made the most enormous difference. 

 

Gone was the pressure to perform, he was too relaxed to care. When anxious thoughts bubbled up in his mind he learned how to breathe them out and allow his awareness to return to sensation in his body.

 

Over the months he received the same message from my words – he is a fragment of the Divine and as such is divine. I guided him to connect to his divine energy, his spark, his sexual energy in his whole body. The room was always filled with the scent of frankincense (scent of divine masculine) and the music helped my words to draw him into the physical sensation in his body 

 

So by the time I placed my hands on his back and began the massage he was deeply, deeply relaxed and floating amongst the stars. When you connect with yourself and your power in the quantum realm it is hard to care about whether you are conforming to some old men’s rules.

He loves, loves, loves feeling my breasts moving across his body. But in his highly relaxed state he is able to enjoy the sensation without climaxing. Climax needs tension, relaxed bodies simply don’t comply! I know when I massage his feet with first my hands and then my breasts that he will enter heaven. So I take an extra long time to get to his feet, to tease and build the anticipation in his body. 

 

Sensation, anticipation, frankincense, candlelight, soft music, touch – an erotic alchemy activating divine masculine in R’s body. Over the months he would ejaculate at various points during the session and it mattered less and less to him. 

 

As he became more connected to sensation in his body and his sense of himself as a diving lover grew he used the time and space he had with me to give himself pleasure by giving me pleasure. And because I don’t have an issue about when he comes, I am the lucky bloody woman who gets to experience the divine lover that R has always been. 

 

With permission to enjoy sex in a non-judgemental environment his confidence grew and the nervous man who seemed to always be apologising for being in my space and taking up my time is now a genuinely exciting and rewarding lover. 

 

Something lights up in him when he receives my touch. The shell cracks open and this beautiful, beautiful man emerges who delights in making my body sing. Most often this is after he has ejaculated and his cock has softened, but as you don’t need an erection to make a woman ride wave after wave of orgasm neither of us care. 

 

In our sex “foreplay” is meditation and massage and Anabelle’s orgasms are the “afterplay.” We have never ended our sex when one of us ejaculates, the idea is just ridiculous. We stay in the space we have created, lost in the pleasure of each other’s bodies and energies, normally until well after the end of the session because we genuinely lose track of time. 

 

Today was extra special because as wonderful as our sex is, we haven’t often managed to fuck. Usually as soon as he clocks me reaching for a condom his cock will over-react and that’s it, no chance of fucking. As you surely know by now, we have amazing sex, but I know how much he loves the idea of coming inside me, so I have long wanted to get it right for him.

 

When I asked him to roll over (about 45 minutes into the session) his cock was hard, not about to explode hard, but strongly erect. This is a huge change from the early days when there is no way he could have experienced so much bodily contact with my boobs and not come. I smiled with gratitude at his cock proving my theory – relax and focus on sensation in your body and the problem just goes away.

 

Whatever you give your attention to will grow and R has learned to give his attention to sensation growing in and moving around his body – so this grows. He has learned to move from his head (the source of worry, judgement and shame) into his body where he experiences his pleasure and his magnificence. 

 

Because I know R and his cock well, I tweaked the order of the massage. Instead of massaging the front of his body with the front of mine (which can get very hot and steamy very quickly) I chose to give him a careful lingam massage before an abandoned hot and steamy finale to the session.

 

I positioned myself, cross legged under his legs and took his lingam in my hands. Over the months R’s cock and I have become good friends and I am very fond of this beautiful part of my divine lover. It was deeply pleasurable and satisfying to give him a full 20 minute lingam massage using a range of different strokes, lovingly massaging his inner thighs, balls, perineum, root, shaft, frenulum and glans moving the energy activated around his whole body with my hands.

 

R was deeply relaxed at the other end of the bed. I could tell he was fully immersed in the experience. So when I reached the end of the 20 minute lingam massage, I planned my next move carefully. 

 

I slowly shifted my position to move up his body quietly reaching for a condom as I did so. The rustle of the condom packet alerted him and he began to stir. I really didn’t want his mind to intervene and spoil my finale, so as quickly as I could I tore open the wrapper, rolled the condom onto his erection and took him inside me. 

 

My nipples found their way into his fingers which he tweaked with just the right amount of pressure (oh the joy of connected bodies!) making the muscles of my cunt squeeze in gratitude around him as I gently rode him.  

 

R fulfilled his wish, he came inside me and it felt unbelievably triumphant. 

 

Between us we had managed the session perfectly. He had followed the instructions of my meditation, he’d relaxed and focussed all of his attention on sensation in his body. This enabled me to activate a huge amount of energy in his body and move it around so that it did not build up in his genitals and explode out of him in an uncontrolled manner. 

 

I bent over him and we kissed passionately as his cock softened inside me. I lifted myself off him to remove the condom without pulling away from his mouth and we lay in each other’s arms kissing, smiling and stroking each other. 

 

The energy remained strong and grew within me as he applied increasing pressure to my nipples and started fingering my cunt. He stroked my vulva, played with my clit and fed me one finger at a time until my cunt greedily pulled in his fist. Then he fucked me again as I exploded around him.

 

When R is in this space he is pure divine masculine. He devotes his sexual energy to giving me orgasmic pleasure. In doing this he has taken the pressure off himself to perform which ironically is what enables him to be the most incredible lover. 

 

I would like R to get himself a soapbox and go teach the men of the world how to make love to a woman. He won’t, he’s far too modest. Maybe my blog post will do the work for the both of us?

 

R is one of my many, many clients who come to me with “non-conformist” cocks. He is one story of many that I could tell of the truly incredible sessions I have with men when they accept the invitation of their golden ticket. 

 

Based on my actual experience (not theories written into books by people who don’t have a lot of sex with a wide variety of real people) I am confident in asserting that the patriarchal model of sex doesn’t work for many of us. Very, very few people have erections that function correctly within this rigid model, especially if you are doing more than paying lip service to female pleasure.

 

But when you change the way you experience sex, removing all pressure to perform, it changes everything. 

 

R and I had everything in our session today. We both orgasmed, we both connected to sensation in our own bodies, we both connected to the other’s sexual energy, we fucked, we relaxed, we laughed, we made love. We freed ourselves from a formulaic approach.

 

When you remove any hierarchy from sex, and free “foreplay” from the inconvenient bit you’re obliged to do before fucking, you experience so much more in your sex. THIS is the golden ticket! And this is why I think men with non-conformist cocks are the lucky ones – if they allow themselves the reframe.   

 

Great sex may include penetration but that is a very small part of what really good sex is – especially for most women. When you step away from the narrow script prescribed by the patriarchs and allow yourself to be playful, creative and devote yourself to pleasure over performance, amazing miracles happen.

 

When you experience the joy of sex as a path to experiencing energy moving in your body leading to full bodied orgasm (with or without ejaculation) it no longer matters what your cock is doing in any given moment. 

 

Erections are great fun, they truly are. And so are the “non-conformist” cocks who choose to do things a bit differently.

 

As a final thought, maybe my term “non-conformist” cock can be improved? 

 

What about “divine cocks”?

 

Divine cocks – portals to reconnecting to The Divine within yourself through which you become a divine lover.

 

Yep, that’s a good place to end this one.

 

Here’s to you R and your simply divine cock! 

 

Further Recommended Reading:

 

“Lingam Massage – Awakening Male Sexual Energy” by Jürgen Becker and Michaela Riedl

 

“The Multi-Orgasmic Man: Sexual Secrets Every Man Should Know” by Mantak Chia and Douglas Abrams Arava

“I Don’t Need The Meditation.” Au Contraire Sir, You Really Do!

I write a lot about the beautiful sessions that I experience with my clients. By now you must think I only have amazing sessions, that somehow I am beyond human in my compassion, tolerance, kindness and sex drive. Sadly this is not the case. I am very human and sometimes my sessions are a car crash.

 

I try my utmost to avoid the car crashes. My booking process weeds out a lot of people whose desires or needs are not in alignment with my work and I am careful to confirm which of my services a client wants before s/he arrives. 

 

Today was a car crash and it was, in part, because yesterday I simply gave up trying to extract from this client which service he wanted, suggesting that we chat about it on his arrival. I assumed that because he had visited before he knew, appreciated and liked the way that I work. BIG mistake. 

 

As he walked into my carefully prepared space he told me that he wanted Kama (my full sex service) with a massage but added bluntly and somewhat dismissively, “I don’t need the meditation.” He is a man of mature years with the material trappings of a very successful life – the gold watch, the big flash Range Rover – and he fully expected me to give him exactly what he wanted on his terms.

 

But, as you know, I am a whore, not a prostitute. 

 

I offer very specific services which I have explained and described in great detail both on the main pages of my site and in my blog posts. The only reason why he could assume to dictate how I run my session is because he manages to combine entitled arrogance and a deep lack of respect for me and my work. 

 

As my husband points out this is not hugely unusual from people who have made A LOT of money – they have become accustomed to “Walking all over others” and it programmes them to behave in toxic and, sometimes, self-defeating ways.

 

Let me repeat. I am a whore, not a prostitute. Which means your money cannot buy me. Which always comes as a huge surprise to men who are used to buying everything (including the trophy wife).

 

Yes, I exchange money for my services, just as you almost certainly do, but I dictate how I give my services, not my clients. I am deeply honoured and proud to work in the way that I do and my hackles rise in much the same way, as I imagine a solicitor’s or tax advisor’s hackles rise when their clients deem to tell them how to do their job.

 

If you don’t like the way I choose to work, book someone else! But do not take a booking in my busy diary (that I could give to someone who respects my work) to then walk into my space and disrespect my very carefully considered and crafted practices.

 

Furthermore, Mr “I Don’t Need The Meditation” turned out to very much need the meditation. 

 

I have long used meditation in my practice. For years I would meditate as part of my transition process from mother to whore. Mothering is a frazzling business! Lots of rushing around ticking jobs off a list, knowing where everything is and anticipating multiple needs from multiple people. It is the opposite way of being to the calm and deeply present whore.  

 

So, after doing the school run, walking the dog, hanging out the laundry, unstacking the dishwasher, tidying the house, making the bed, showering, doing my hair and dressing I would sit and talk my way through a calming and connecting body meditation before my client arrived.

 

I also used a tantric body meditation with all of my coaching clients and in my personal life as a means to connect more deeply during sex. But for years I chose not to lead my Anabelle clients through this incredibly powerful tantric practice. 

 

My tantra teacher Layla Martin used to say “Lighting a few candles does not turn a regular massage into a tantric massage.” She was alluding to the fact that the word “tantra” has been co-opted by the sex industry to sell a service that resembles tantra like chicken nuggets resemble roast chicken. 

 

I was marketing my tantric massages to people who were expecting chicken nuggets and for years I lacked the confidence to give them roast chicken. But the thing about confidence is that it grows and I became increasingly aware that my clients only wanted chicken nuggets because they had never tasted a well roasted organic, free range chicken – which I have the knowledge and skills to give them.

 

I decided to move my meditation time inside the session time so that my clients could be led through the same meditation I had been leading myself through for years. The results have been miraculous. 

 

Why is meditation before a sexual service so powerful?

 

Well firstly, it relaxes your physical body. A relaxed body experiences sexual energy in a very different way to a tense body. Tension pushes sexual energy out of the body (ejaculation) in part because tension and tightness create blocks to the natural flow of energy around the body. 

 

When you are deeply relaxed, and free from tension, sexual energy can expand inside of your body, moving to fill every cell of your body so that orgasm, when it happens, is an expanded, whole body experience. Tantra is not actually about “better sex” it’s about consciously connecting to your energy body, your creatrix power, and connecting to the energy of other people through, amongst other things, sex.

 

You connect to your energy body by feeling and connecting via your senses to sensation in your body. The meditation I guide myself and my clients through is a body meditation – it brings your awareness into your body so that you have a heightened physical experience inside your body. When I finish the meditation my body is fizzing all over and I know from client feedback that this is very often their experience too. What an incredible way to feel before you’ve even touched! 

 

It takes about 10 minutes. I ask my clients to close their eyes, listen to the music, smell the scent of divine masculine – frankincense incense – burning in the room, and to feel sensations both on their skin and inside their body. I guide them to connect with their breath, coaching them gently on using the exhale to relax their physical body and the inhale to oxygenate, and so grow their energy body.  

 

Oxygenating the body serves two powerful purposes in tantra. First the rapid intake of oxygen expands and grows your energy body (like bellows strengthen an unsure flame into a roaring fire) and second it takes down your cerebral cortex – your bossy, busy, rule following, conditioned mind – leaving you free to enjoy your sexual pleasure in a shame free, rule free, performance free way. 

 

The combination of a quiet mind and an activated body is super powerful when it comes to experiencing your sexual energy in unfamiliar yet powerfully expanded ways. And it is both my passion and my mission to introduce my clients to this power within them.

 

If I could wave a magic wand over humanity for them to experience more connected sex, it would be to get them out of their heads and into their bodies. This is why I now always start my massage sessions with a meditation, I am waving my magic wand. 

 

Gone are the days when I will give a tantra-lite massage. There are loads of women who do that, but as you know, I am a whore not a prostitute and I serve roast chicken. 

 

When today’s client told me that he didn’t need the meditation, I simply smiled (hopefully hiding my irritation) and replied, “Yes you do.” 

 

I invited him to undress and lie down so that we could begin. But you and I both know that from that point onwards it was a waste of my time (and his). He was certain that he didn’t need the meditation so he lay in stubborn resistance – you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. 

 

I loved the meditation and my body was fizzingly alive when I asked him to roll over. I turned the music up slightly and placed my hands on his sacral and heart chakras. The irritation I had felt when he had dismissed my practice as unnecessary had dissolved, I had let it flow out of me on the exhale as I guided him to “Release, relax and let go.”

 

I gave him an exquisite massage, making sure to include his arms and the heart opening points on the palms of his hands. His feet curled around my breasts as I massaged them, his buttocks lifted up to grind against my body as I glided over his bottom. It was sensual, erotic and at times very sexy, exactly what he had wanted, but I knew he was only accessing a fragment of the sensation that would have been available to him if he had allowed himself to receive the meditation.

 

The build up to the car crash started when I asked him to roll over and the session transitioned from a Musubi massage (where I am in control and giving pleasure) to Kama full sex service in which I hand over the reins a bit and receive as well as give pleasure. 

 

Receiving pleasure from a man who opened the session by disrespecting you is always a challenge. The meditation and the massage had moved my body from irritated shut down to open-to-being-persuaded, but she did still need persuasion.

 

As women’s bodies go, mine is really very easy to persuade. Especially when you, the giver, are connected to the energy in your own body so can feel the energy communicating from my body – which ahem – is the point of the meditation. When the two (or more) people having sex are connected to the energy (sensation) in their bodies, have stopped thinking about sex and are feeling sex it’s easy, it flows and it is utterly magical.

 

But if you are stuck in your head and not connected to sensation in your body it is so easy to get it wrong. And boy did my client today get it wrong.

 

Sex from the head feels wrong. This is because when people give touch and sex from their heads they are following a recipe, a manual, a list of pre-programmed DOs, they are not feeling and responding to the person they are actually with. 

 

For most of human history humans lived in their bodies and sex would have been an extension of that. Then the patriarchs got busy and wrote a sexual rule book, which as you will know by now if you’re a regular reader of mine, was written to shut down human (particularly female) sexuality. 

 

Severed from our natural connection to our bodies we stopped feeling sex, replacing feeling with thinking and the results are just icky. The giver doesn’t know why it is all going wrong and can’t feel what to do to make things better. So they frantically work through their list of “Things I DID that once worked” in a desperate attempt to please their partner who is dealing with the great big ICK of having sex with someone who is not connected to their own humanity, let alone hers. 

 

With my body moving over his, my oily breasts massaging his torso and occasionally stroking his cock, his fingers briefly found my vulva. “Ooh good” I thought, I love my vulva being stroked as I stroke a cock with my body. I imagined our sensual play slowly becoming more sexual until I reached for a condom and we fucked.

 

Then to my surprise and horror his fingers passed over my delicious vulva – a body part that is well known to get aroused when stroked – and one of them pushed into my arse suddenly and abruptly. After a few moments of over-excited prodding around in my anus with a sharp nailed finger,  just as suddenly and abruptly he was  heading back to my cunt – with the same finger.

 

Let’s set aside the crass disregard for my body’s health and hygiene and let’s return to sensation in the body. IF he had been in any way connected to sensation in his body he would have been enjoying the feeling of energy moving from my body to his cock as I glided up and down his front. He would have lost himself in our sensual kissing, he would have pleasured my breasts, my nipples, my vulva, my clit – all the quite standard places to turn a woman on!

 

But his head had a mission. And it was to tick anal play off his bucket list. So with seriously poor timing he just pushed his finger inside me. And timing is everything.

 

I removed my body from his, slid down to the bottom of the bed, pulled a thin latex glove from the box I keep on the chaise longue and said, “Ooh, I see someone is excited about anal play! You’re the one with the prostate, you’ll enjoy it so much more than I do!” and applying lube to my finger (I am better mannered than he is) I pushed in my finger.

 

Regular readers will know that this is never, ever the way to enter an arse, male or female, but I gave him what he had just assumed to give me. He didn’t like it any more than I did, despite having a prostate. Removing my finger and the glove, I sat over him, rolled a condom onto his actually very beautiful cock and rode him. He felt nothing. Of course he didn’t! He was wearing a condom and had not connected to sensation in any other part of his body. 

 

It was soon pretty tiresome. I closed my eyes to hide my boredom. I knew he was desperate for me to come and squirt on his cock like I had in our previous session, but Mr IDNTM had angered my cunt with his thoughtless finger and once angered she will fuck you until you come, but she won’t give you the pleasure of her pleasure as she does so. 

 

His mind was racing, I could see it and feel it. He was rummaging through the “How to have good sex” guide that he had written for himself in his 7 plus decades of life. His suggestion was that I remove the condom and finish him off in his mouth while he finger me.

 

Anything to bring this session to an end my cunt begged.

 

So I raised myself off his cock, removed the condom and bent down to give him the best blow job that my mouth and throat were willing to give. And this is the critical part. Women’s bodies open for lovers when they are respected and pleasured. 

 

This whore is a woman, my body opens delightfully for lovers who respect and honour me. She is far less willing with someone who seeks to control me. Today my body was pretty damned reluctant. I needed to progress carefully so as not to violate her boundaries.

 

Over the years I have often had to negotiate with my cunt. She will be saying, “Really?!!” and I will find myself offering her all sorts of promises and inducements to carry us through the session. We have a good working relationship and she has not had to give me a UTI, thrush or anything worse to get my attention and respect for over a decade.

 

I love her deeply. I respect her immeasurably and I am so grateful to have lived this lifetime in partnership with her. She trusts me. And because she trusts me I can go to incredible places with her and my clients. I will not break my relationship with her for anyone.

 

Bent over his cock, carefully taking his girth into my mouth, I manoevered my body so that his clean hand could find my cunt.  I still expected him to start sensuously stroking my vulva, partly because he had told me he wanted the massage (without the meditation) because he enjoyed sensual sex, but also because I just thought that is the kind, respectful and thoughtful way to approach a woman’s cunt.

 

I had forgotten that despite saying that he likes sensual sex, Mr IDNTM wasn’t connected to sensation in his body so he couldn’t feel what would work for me in that moment. He was thinking, obsessively by this point, about what would make him come. Feeling me squirt over his hand whilst his cock was in my mouth would make him come, so respect be damned, kindness be damned, thoughtfulness be damned! He was going to make me squirt!

 

When he referred to his not-very-good-homemade-guide-to-sex he found that hard fucking is what makes him come. “Aha, that is what will make her squirt, hard finger fucking, just the way MY COCK LIKES IT!” 

 

So, whilst sucking his cock my cunt had to endure 2 or 3 hard (and in places painfully sharp) fingers thrusting in and out of me at a manic pace. She took the frenzied fingers for about 30 seconds and then she screamed, “Anabelle, ENOUGH!!” 

 

And because I am an empowered whore and not a prostitute or a trophy wife I respected my cunt’s wishes and agreed to stop his intolerable treatment of her vulnerable gentleness. 

 

I moved my body away from his fingers, lifted my mouth from his cock and said, “That hurts. Why do you think my cunt would enjoy such violent treatment?  I don’t slap your cock?” 

 

As I said these words my right hand reached down and slapped his beautiful erection a few times, just to make the point. 

 

I don’t feel proud about doing that, but I am a deeply honest person and if I am going to write about a car crash I have to include the moment I crashed the car!

 

By mutual agreement we agreed to end the session. It was about 10 minutes before the end of the 90 minutes he had paid for. I took him down to the shower, and when he was dressed showed him to the door. I didn’t give him a partial refund, because I don’t work like that. He booked my time. He used my time. His lack of respect for me and the way in which I work meant he had a poor experience so he won’t book again and we will both benefit from that.

 

I write a lot about how shit sex has shut down female sexuality. Mine is not shut down because I have been lucky enough to have had hundreds more good sexual experiences than bad ones and I am prepared to stop the sex when my body says NO MORE. I will and I do negotiate with my cunt when she isn’t 100% about someone, I say, “Be kind, give him a chance.” Very often our kindness pays off and we have an incredible time with him.

 

Today, with Mr IDNTM, we did not have a good time and she pressed me to bring it to an end, so I did. 

 

Which is sad. It truly is. Mr IDNTM really needed the meditation. 

 

He needed to take the time to be guided to connect to his body. 

 

He needed to feel sensation in his body from where he would feel my energy, my turn on, my sensation. 

 

The meditation would have helped him to connect with sensation which would have led to the sensual session he desired. 

 

He would have been guided by the energy we co-created to give my body what she wanted to light up and squirt all over him. 

 

But because he knew better than the expert, he left with his tail between his legs, his ball bag still achingly full and his relationship with the whore – who could have guided him to deep intimate pleasure in the final decade of his life – severed. 

 

Recommended further reading: 

 

“Vagina” by Naomi Wolf 

(This is such a good book to read to understand the vital importance of orgasm for women and the price we pay when we don’t experience regular orgasm in our lives. This is an essential read for any man who wants to honour cunt and for any woman who wants to understand herself better.)

 

“The Woman’s Anatomy of Arousal – Secret Maps to Buried Pleasure” by Sheri Winston 

(If Vagina explains the problem, The Woman’s Anatomy of Arousal is, as described, a map, a “how to” guide, a good quality update to the useless manual so many men carry in their minds. It taught me more about my body than any man ever did. An essential book for every home. Gift it to your children, male and female, it will change their lives!)

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