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What is the Point of the Clitoris Anyway? A Whore’s Musings & Fantasy

What if, in the beginning, human sacrifice wasn’t literally about taking the physical life of a human being, but an offering of something from the selected human to please Goddess? 

I have a hunch, in my body, like a soul-level knowing (so not provable, by me at any rate) that early sacrificial ceremonies were sexual not bloody. That any blood involved would have been menstrual blood but quite possibly of secondary importance to amrita – the “nectar of the gods” – the healer of all ills.

What if, pre-patriarchal humans gathered around a sacrificial altar not to draw blood but to draw orgasm and female ejaculate? The death, le petit mort, would have been the spiritual death of ego perhaps? Maybe these ceremonies were initiation ceremonies that apprenticed whores went through to earn their places as temple priestesses?

The position of the clitoris on the human female body is curious and frankly problematic for anyone who claims that the ONLY role for human sexuality is procreation. Why evolve a highly sensitive bundle of nerves out of reach of the penis during the patriarchy-approved-man-on-top model of penetrative sex if the ONLY reason for sex is to make more babies? 

For that matter, why evolve a clitoris at all?

Patriarchy hasn’t cared too much to provide an answer to this conundrum. Men get pleasure from patriarchy approved man-on-top penis into vagina penetration and that’s all that’s needed for his active seed to be planted inside the passive, receptive female who will host it while it grows into a baby. 

The ancient Greeks believed female orgasm was necessary for conception but the enlightenment era disabused us of this ridiculous notion and from that point onwards, for conception anyway, female pleasure has been of no importance.

So why bother giving a woman a clitoris that is not in any direct contact with the male body during the “correct” (man on top) method of conception? 

Dr Kellogg was so bothered by its existence that he suggested the use of carbolic soap to burn it away (plus the invention of bran cereal to bore us all to death). A few highly patriarchal societies still practise its removal so that women aren’t distracted by the temptation of pleasure in any moment of their enslaved lives. 

The presence of the clitoris has bothered a lot of people over the centuries. A lot. And when a lot of people, in a lot of societies, make so much fuss over a small, apparently superfluous, body part it makes me ask, “Why?” And I muse over this “Why” a huge amount.

I’m not a particularly “clitoral woman” but in the UK we don’t tend to circumcise any of our children, so I do still have both my clitoris and labia – inner and outer- complete and untampered with by anyone ever. (If you have a clitoris and labia and are reading this, do yourself a massive favour and keep all kinds of persuasive plastic surgeons away from this very sacred and highly sensitive area. Please.) 

Many of my clients assume that because I am a woman the best way to arouse me is to stimulate my clitoris (it’s not) and because they are my clients and it’s not unpleasant in any way I will happily allow them to lick and stroke my clitoris for often very long periods of time. And, Mr Enlightenment Scientist, it’s never during penetrative sex!

I have one client whose devotion to my clitoris is exemplary and for about a year our 90-minute sessions were almost completely devoted to this one small body part. He is particularly obsessed with watching me come and whilst I would guide his hands to my nipples and vagina, he would return to his favourite spot: my clit. 

There’s only so many times that a modern whore can correct her client, eventually you get to the point where you decide, “This is a lesson for me. It’s time for me to practise what I preach – surrender to sensation and go with the experience.”

It’s incredibly enabling and permissive to reach the point of surrender. As the professional in the room, I figure that’s my client’s treat, but I have many clients who get enormous pleasure from watching my surrender and abandonment and, with a trusted few, I really go there. With my clit client I reach the point in a session when I know my role is to receive whatever he chooses to give me. 

Obviously, that takes enormous trust which we have built together over the years he has been visiting me. I also play with surrender at a whole new level. I have explained to him that for me to receive the amount of sensation that he gives my clitoris I need to be really still. I need to focus on my breathing and the distribution of energy he activates there. 

I play a game with myself of being completely pinned down, spread eagle on the bed, held by four imaginary people who will not allow my limbs to move in response to him at all. It feels sacrificial. And, at times, his touch feels as sharp as a knife.

The game is to take it all. As my clitoris gets increasingly sensitive, I allow myself to receive and feel at deeper and deeper levels within my body. Yesterday, for the first time, a priestess stood next to me, her mouth by my ear whispering, “Surrender Anabelle, surrender.” Every time I felt like raising a knee, twisting a pelvis or moving an arm in response to the penetrating sensation, I felt her presence commanding me to stay still, to surrender, to be the sacrifice.

I don’t know of what. But it thrills me. It thrills me to submit to increasing levels of discomfort that lead to deeper and deeper orgasms. To feel myself transported to an ancient time when our bodies were revered and worshipped and offered in sexual rapture to The Divine. It thrills my client too. He most often lies with one arm under my head, holding my body close to his, keeping it still, sometimes rolling a nipple between his teeth. 

His entire being is fully devoted to my rapture and he doesn’t relent even when he can tell the pleasure has become so intense that I can barely take it.

On many occasions over the years I have whispered, “Keep going” in reassurance that I am ready and willing to be taken over this cliff edge. It is terrifying. And exhilarating. It feels like I am going to break in half, but if in that moment, I remind myself to breathe and relax, letting go of any tension, giving sensation space in my body to move down the legs and through the torso, the intensity is reduced and I’m able to take more. 

My mind travels back thousands and thousands of years to when I sense this was the lived experience of my lineage. 

Imagine the excitement of being dressed “for sacrifice” in pure white, wearing a crown of blossom, perhaps May blossom, on your head. Being led up the aisle to the altar, through a community gathered in wonderment to witness you being offered to Goddess. You sit on the altar, your white robes and flower crown are removed and you lie down on the hard, cold stone, your arms and legs pulled to the four corners of the block and held down. The high priestess stands by your head to lead the “service”.

In my imagination there are two scenarios at this point. In the first a single shaman stimulates my clitoris making my body pulsate in wave after wave of orgasm – my pleasure is the offering to the Goddess. 

In the second, I am there to be pleasured by every man selected to take part in the ceremony. As a sacrificial body I lie in the same position, I do not lift my arms or my legs in any way, I am there to be fucked senseless. Senseless as in beyond feeling – into a deeply, deeply surrendered state.

The fucking goes on for hours. My body gives everything in sacrifice to Goddess, my amrita drenches the altar and the many men who have fucked me. They have drunk from me and got drunk on the energy from me. Goddess is satisfied and I am carried off to be bathed, to eat, drink and sleep.

In the morning I am reborn. Le petit mort that I experienced over and over and over again on the sacrificial altar has been my initiation into the most highly revered position in society: a priestess in the Temple of Horus, a temple whore. I will now join similarly highly trained and initiated whores in daily worship of The Divine, who we know as Goddess.

My client is a very self-effacing professional, he has no idea that he is a shaman involved in human sacrifice!  

What he does know and he does express to me is how much pleasure he gets from watching me come. He feels amazing that he can make me come over and over again and is amazed at my ability to surrender and receive more and more and more sensation on my clitoris.

“Most women push you away after she’s come, they say it’s too sensitive, it’s amazing how you allow me to do it again and again.” 

I explain my “game” and what I’m doing and it delights him. 

So, let me add to the initial conundrum, why are so many men so pleasured by female pleasure if sex is ONLY about procreation?

For many, many sessions we didn’t even fuck and it’s only recently he’s allowed me to give him blow jobs before the clitoral sacrifice. And he’s far from unique in my professional experience. 

The clients who book Kama (my full sex service) do so, less because they get to fuck me, and far more because they get to experience my sexual pleasure. They want to drink my amrita, they want to see me lost in wave after wave of pleasure, they want to feel the joy of my complete abandonment. 

Why are men wired to enjoy female sexual pleasure so much if sex is ONLY about procreation and female pleasure, (according to Messrs Enlightenment Science) is not a requirement for that?

My theory, one that I initially read in “Sex at Dawn”, is that human sexuality is not ONLY for procreation, it is also, as our ancestors knew, a deeply sacred portal to The Divine. 

Orgasmic folk who are reading this know what I am talking about and will nod along in agreement because they will have experienced this in their own bodies. Orgasm is far more than the release of sticky liquid from the end of a cock and a delicious download of chemicals in the body. 

For many of us, orgasm is when we transcend our mundane, earthly existence and are transported into a sacred realm for a period of time that seems to last an eternity. 

Folk like me feel immensely relieved to stumble into the world of tantra because, finally, we hear ancient knowledge and understanding that explains our hitherto deeply sinful desires, re-framing them as something profoundly sacred.

“A miracle is a shift in perception that changes everything” I recently heard the podcaster Dan O’Connor say. Accepting the universe’s invitation to become a whore and reconnecting my sexuality to the sacred has been miraculous. I didn’t need evidence (though I enjoy it when I read it) I only needed to change my perception. To make this happen I simply frequently ask the question, “What if?”

These two words have totally changed my life. They allow for infinite possibilities, they’re playful, creative and deeply rebellious.

Now whenever I am told that I can’t do something I cheekily ask myself, “What if I did?”

When my body screams “I can’t take any more!” I gently ask, “What if you surrendered deeper?”

When society tells me, “Women aren’t by their ‘true nature’ as sexual as men,” I giggle, “What if they are?”

When I’m told that all men are bastards and don’t want to give us any pleasure, I retort, “What if that’s bullshit?”

Can you see how miraculous “What if?” can be? 

You can question and re-frame any rule or belief handed down to you; in fact, I think it is our obligation to do so! Because ultimately the greatest, most threatening question we can collectively ask is, “What if we can sexually pleasure our way back to personal sovereignty and freedom?”

Despite my clitoral sacrifice fantasy and play I don’t believe it is a woman’s duty or role to be a portal to The Divine for the whole community. Much as I would LOVE that job, I actually believe it was shared amongst us all. 

We all have front facing genitalia, perfectly positioned for us to stimulate on our own without the assistance of others. We also all know the great pleasure and transformation we experience in our bodies when we stimulate our genitalia. What if we all have highly sensitive genitalia on the front of our bodies so that we can all partake in group ecstatic dance ceremonies to worship and honour The Divine?

We know that Goddess wanted her people to be highly sexed and that she discouraged monogamy. I am certain that human communities worshipped Goddess and bonded tightly with each other through sexual ceremonies. In churches Christians still drink the blood and eat the body of Jesus Christ – what if the origins of this continued practice are amrita and blow jobs?! 

Sounds so much more fun to me!!

In my very first week of spiritual training in a completely mundane provincial hotel conference room the coach stood us 10 participants in a circle. She talked us through about 10 minutes of “Haa” breathing – deep inhales followed by long, slow, slightly restricted exhales that cause you to make a “haa” sound in the throat. Initially it made me feel a bit light headed, then as I got into the flow, I became aware of tingles throughout my body as it oxygenated. 

As the tingles grew, I became acutely aware of the energy coming from other course participants. The circle we were standing in held the energy in the middle. When we stopped breathing, we were invited to feel the energy we had created between us. It felt as tangible as a large beach ball and we laughed as we moved it around and across the circle.

I had never consciously felt the energy of a group before; I was completely awestruck. And hooked. That was the point of no return for me – my life has been devoted to experiencing energy ever since.

We were only 10 people and we were not accessing our sexual energy; it was not that kind of training. All genitalia were neatly packed away – it would take a few more years for me to experience group practices that incorporated breath work and genital stimulation. And yet, the power of the energy in that room created by a group of newbie breathers who weren’t accessing their sexual energy was incredible.

What if someone learnt how to harness that energy?

What if someone highly skilled and experienced guided groups of people to activate and direct energy through the power of breathing?

What if these same people knew to add in the creatrix power of sexual energy?

What if humans truly believed to the core of their beings that their sexual energy was sacred and rightfully used in group ceremonies under the direction of a shaman for the good of the whole community and the satisfaction of Goddess?

Would the frontal position of our genitalia make a little bit more sense if my “”What ifs” were all true?

Lilith abandoned Adam because he decided he was God’s first (and most important) child rather than one of many children beloved by Goddess. In his absurd arrogance and profound ignorance, he turned his back on millennia of beautiful, playful, devout, sacred sexual practice and in his wake centuries of men have struggled to explain the presence and location of the clitoris.

What if Adam and all his male followers have all been wrong?

What if sex is for all our pleasure?

What if female pleasure is a particularly sacred aspect of sex?

What if procreation is a positive side effect of worship, but a side effect much like whey is from the main product, yogurt?

I don’t wish to diminish or deny the joy that children bring to our lives, I just seek to suggest that maybe, just maybe, sex is about so much more than making sons to fight wars and daughters to pick up socks from the floor.

What if the whores you diminish and despise are actually here to guide you back to The Truth.

 

Recommended further reading:

“Sex at Dawn” by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha

“She Comes First” by Ian Kerner (A how to guide on the art of giving clitoral pleasure – Note: not all women are aroused by clitoral pleasure – this whore isn’t!)

 

Photo by Margo Evardson on Unsplash (woman on sacrificial block)

The Joy of Soft Cock – Re-framing Erectile Dysfunction

What is sex for?

 

Why do we have sex? 

 

What do we get from sex? 

 

The answers really matter but I also know that few of us answer these questions freely. We are highly, highly conditioned to answer these questions in a particular way. 

 

We have lived within a patriarchal system for about 5,000 years of our 300,000 year existence as humans on this planet. While a tiny fragment of human evolution and history, it is still 5,000 years of humans interacting from a socially approved and controlled narrative of what sex is for. A narrative programmed into our minds and bodies for a specific desired outcome. That outcome includes compliance, obedience, control and ownership of the many by the few – sons for war and daughters to breed the next generation of workers, warriors and wives. 

 

Sex which had been primarily about pleasure during the earlier Goddess worshipping era was reduced to the prosaic function of reproduction in the God fearing patriarchal era.  

 

In God’s model, sex became all about erections. So much so that when I tell people that you don’t need erections to enjoy incredible sex, that men and women can have multi-orgasmic experiences without an erection, that often sex is more orgasmic without erections, I am met with blank stares on disbelieving faces – cognitive dissonance writ large. We have been told for 1,000s of years that erections are essential for sex, so this simply must be true. 

 

The obsession with erections inflicted huge damage to female sexuality. No longer experienced as portals to The Divine, no longer revered for creating life within, our highly sensitive, sensual, erotic bodies were reduced to mere fields in which Man would sow his seed by means of his erection. Female pleasure was not deemed necessary for passive female fields to receive this active male seed. All that was needed was male erections. The female role was reduced, and has remained so, to being attractive enough to trigger the all important erections.

 

Erection obsession also did huge damage to male sexuality. I absolutely love erections, possibly more than any other woman on the planet, but I see, day after day, in my work, what the pressure to have and maintain erections does to men. Making sex all about erections has, I would argue, made sex another stressful experience for everyone involved. Discomfort around soft cocks has separated us all, men and women, from our true sexuality and sexual pleasure.

 

Women fear soft cocks and this fear is communicated to their men who do not want to let their women down. You may well ask, “Why would women fear male softness?” The answer, sadly, is that it is primarily about our worthiness and desirability which, at a deep level, means our safety.  For as long as we incite erections in our men we are safe. Just ask Anne Boleyn what happens to women when our male provider and protector is no longer aroused by our charms. This runs very, very deep in us. Female desire has been shown to rise as we see evidence of our man’s desire for us. And how do we measure our man’s desire? By one thing, and one thing only, his growing bulge.

 

Oh, the pressure! 

 

To reassure a woman that she is valued, still desirable and safe you have to get hard. 

 

To reassure her all the way through the act of sex, including the careful time spent arousing her slower energy, you have to stay hard. 

 

Then on penetration, when your over excited cock wants to explode with pleasure, you have to hold back until she has already shown, in some way, that she has already come. 

 

I am a woman, my clitoral erection is too small to be detected by any but the most observant of lovers, but I feel this pressure and it pains me! Sex could be our route out of stress, out of the sympathetic nervous system into the healing calm of our parasympathetic nervous system. Instead we all run on a model of sex that adds more stress into our lives and keeps us stuck in fight, flight, fawn or freeze

 

So, I offer a re-frame on soft cocks: they represent the softness, the gentleness, and the tenderness in our men. Soft cocks crave to be seen and to be held – cradled gently in soft palms, kissed lightly by soft lips, nuzzled sensuously by soft cunts. When you have the honour of being with a man who is naked and soft, rather than averting your gaze, take a moment to smile lovingly at his vulnerable tenderness. In that one small moment you will have healed so much in him.

 

We all crave to be loved and accepted exactly as we are. Love (including sexual love) that is conditional on performance is, well, conditional love. It brings fear of rejection and abandonment into that most intimate of spaces – our sex lives, erecting barriers to truly deep intimacy. And it is completely unnecessary! We are unconsciously enacting a script handed to us by a frankly sex-phobic society! We could, instead, write our own script and enact that one.  

 

Let’s start by redefining “sex”.  For me sex is the space two (or more) bodies move into so that they can experience energy within and between them. In this way it is perfectly possible for me to have sex with my husband at a table surrounded by other people, whilst doing the washing up or walking along the beach. It is not the act that makes it sexual, it is the connection to and experience of sensation (energy) in the body that makes it “sex”.

 

Once you redefine sex as the experience of sensation, or energy, moving around and between bodies, it removes many of the barriers that have been erected by society towards feeling sexual. You no longer need to be naked to feel sexual. You no longer need to be in private to be “having sex”. You no longer have to set aside special time for sex. You no longer need an erection for sex.

 

Having the time, the space and the privacy to explore this energy with each other is delicious, but when you enjoy sexual energy within your body regardless, you become a sexual being again rather than a being who occasionally has sex. Life becomes sexual, by which I mean life becomes lighter, brighter, fizzier, more vibrant. You care less and less about doing to prove yourself worthy, and increasingly comfortable in yourself as a being who is worthy

 

And let me stress, you do not need an erection in the room to feel any of this. In fact erections make it complicated for men to connect with their sexual energy – obviously when they are in a public place, but also in private, erections need managing! Freed from the need to have an erection, men and women are able to connect within themselves and through themselves to the energy in their partner. You feel your energies connecting, combining, moving together, expanding together.  You move from the prosaic material realm into the quantum sexual realm. 

 

Orgasm is experienced in wave upon wave of bliss as energy expands and builds, moves and flows within and between bodies. Instead of building intensely in one area (the genitals) and then exploding outwards, it builds more gradually, and is consciously channelled, moved around the entire body for a full bodied, cell nourishing experience, sometimes with ejaculation, very often without. 

 

There is no pressure anywhere in any of this. It is kind, it is accepting, it is loving, it is exploratory, it is creative, it is playful, it is endlessly changing. Sex becomes the life that you lead rather than something you hope to connect to on a Sunday night if you have the time and all your parts work. Clients wonder how I am so sexual. It is because I am never not sexual! I interact with the world as a sexual being. Everything is more alive and more vibrant for me because I do so. And best of all, whilst I love erections, I am not relying on any to connect to my sexual energy.

 

Which is why soft cocks simply delight me. I do not experience them as a sense of failure. I experience them in the same way as I experience feet, or nipples, or lips – a body part that is sensitive and worthy of my love and respect. I love their velvety softness, I love their floppyness, I love that I can weave them in and out of my fingers and roll them around in my hands. 

 

I love experiencing pleasure from a man with a soft cock who is so focused on my pleasure that he hasn’t noticed if he is erect or not. Let’s face it, when you are pleasuring me with your fingers or tongue, why would either of us be concerned about how hard your cock is?! 

 

I love feeling orgasm expand in a man with a soft cock. I love watching his body pulsate as the energy moves through his torso, down his arms and his legs – just as energy moves through my body – expanding and growing, taking him on a dance with The Divine. I feel so honoured to witness this expansion in him. I feel so deeply connected to him as we play in all of this energy freed from the pressure to have and maintain an erection. 

 

Erections can make sex extraordinary. But the pressure around erections completely destroys sex for all involved. And I know what I am talking about! I have lost count of the number of times an incredible session has been derailed by my client noticing, and then fussing with, his softness. 

 

Sometimes it is during a lingam massage in which I purposefully soften cocks – distributing energy around the body – so that I can then intensify the pleasure I give the shaft, glans and frenulum. When my client surrenders to this and allows himself to stay connected to the sensation of energy building and moving through his body he will always have the most incredible orgasmic experience. Sadly a few will raise their heads, notice their softening cock and a look of anger and disapproval will spread across their previously relaxed and pleasured faces. 

 

This of course guarantees the poor thing will shrivel in my hands. It’s like standing next to a small child as a parent berates and shames them and I hate it. I will hold the “disappointing” cock in my hands and channel as much love as I can through my palms, but it is rarely enough – the cock, like the small child, wants its parent’s love and approval, not mine.

 

Sessions don’t often recover from this point. It always happens towards the end of the time they have paid for and whilst I am not a clock watcher and don’t ruthlessly end the session when the time is up, neither am I able to re-create the magic – that I have spent the previous 75 minutes building – from the destructive self sabotage of my judgmental client. 

 

It saddens me every time, but I am merely one whore working against a cultural narrative that is thousands of years old and believed by almost everyone on the planet. What can I possibly do in the remaining 15 minutes of a session to undo all of that?!

 

If I am allowed, I will use my voice to invite my client back into sensation. I will remind him to listen to the music, use his breath to relax and connect with the pleasurable sensations in his body. I will do my soft cock strokes and say over and over in my head and with my hands, “You are safe, you are loved, you are worthy.” Sometimes there will be a tentative hardening in response to my loving kindness, but with a client that is already angry and disappointed with his cock, this is never “hard or strong enough”. 

 

Very often my hands are brusquely pushed aside and an angry male hand will grab the vulnerable flesh and yank it repeatedly in a vain attempt to force it to ejaculate. This is as difficult to witness as a man squeezing the life out of a baby bird, and it never works. I am reminded of the Aesop fable, “The North Wind and The Sun” – The North Wind blew and blew with all his might to get a traveller to remove his cloak, yet however hard he blew he failed. The Sun succeeded by simply shining. As the traveller warmed he removed the cloak that had previously been tightly knotted around his neck. Loving presence, the warmth of the sun if you like, is always going to be more effective with erections than furious, angry action (whatever porn films show).

 

Erections thrive, like everything in our bodies, when we are relaxed, in the parasympathetic “rest and digest” mode. Stress kills erections as quickly with a whore as with a girlfriend or a wife. A whore may have more knowledge and skills, her hands may work magic on a daily basis, but we cannot compete with a man’s mind if he has decided that his cock is a failure and so, by extension, he is a failure. We are working against the mainstream cultural narrative that has always told men that a soft cock is a failure of masculinity.

 

Piffle!!

 

Soft cocks are a response to stress. Physical stress in the body (e.g. post operative, a build up of toxins, aging),  mental stress (e.g. loss of sovereignty in your life), emotional stress (e.g. an unhappy relationship, grief, old trauma) and spiritual stress (e.g. living out of alignment with your soul’s purpose). It is only in our warped society that “masculine” has become equated with not feeling or responding to these many stresses. And, obviously, as men push their feelings of stress down deeper and deeper within their psyche something is going to give. Personally I would rather have a soft cock than cancer, but hey, I’m just me. The point is that the body will keep the score. 

 

Erections are a very natural part of the human experience so the absence of one is a message. Responding to that message with fear, anger, disappointment, shaming, judgement, criticism, ridicule of the messenger increases the stress, perpetuates the problem and stops you from ever hearing the message. 

 

So much better to receive the message from the soft cock with open-minded curiosity and kindness. Hold him in your hands gently, like a most precious belonging (which he is) and ask him, “What’s up? What do you need to tell me?” And then listen for the answer. Give the messenger space to be heard and then listen

 

The answers may be inconvenient, like “My job sucks,” and you may not be able to take radical action, but you may find small ways to set some boundaries and reclaim some sovereignty in your “sucky job.” Ultimately we are all at choice, even when we choose to take no action we are making a choice. Learning to connect to and listen to our bodies helps us to make choices that are in alignment with our values and, ultimately, with our souls. 

 

Look – you now see your soft cock as a messenger from The Divine to help you get your life back in alignment with your soul – how’s that for a reframe! 

 

There are other ways in which my client fussing over his soft cock will derail a beautiful session. Very often I will have slid a condom onto a deliciously hard, pulsating cock only for it to shrivel in minutes. Condoms are stressful for cocks (and for this whore who still puts them on the wrong way!) In my experience very, very few cocks withstand a condom and yet when the cock softens it’s not infrequent for my clients to respond with anger and frustration, as if they have failed in some way. I wish men would talk honestly with each other – if you did, you’d all know, condoms kill all erections. 

 

If you want a lot of penetrative sex with a lot of people that is a problem.  But if you enjoy sex because of the build up and movement of energy in your body condoms are not necessary and, if they are briefly used and kill the erection, this doesn’t matter either. This whore responds to a condom-killed cock in a variety of ways. Sometimes I take the softness in my mouth to tease and coax him back to hardness, sometimes I manoeuvre my cunt over my client’s face so that he’s too busy tasting my juices to worry about his cock, sometimes I sit astride him, cock held by my labia inviting his hands back to my nipples so that he feels my juices rushing over his shaft and balls, sometimes I lie back on the bed and open my legs wide inviting him to pleasure me as he chooses. 

 

Always guided by my intuition, I will find ways to draw my client back into pleasure. If he is open to it. Most are. I have a powerful sexual energy and I have a knack of knowing what he wants. But a few of my clients are so distracted by their soft cock that they can never re-enter a sexy space with me. Instead of allowing himself to get drawn back into a sexual tornado, he goes through the motions, but he’s not really there. His softness has become an insurmountable obstacle to feeling pleasure.

 

An insurmountable obstacle is just that: insurmountable, so he doesn’t experience pleasure like he did before the condom unmanned him.  His cock, which has failed him, isn’t given the space to feel rising excitement and desire in response to my orgasmic energy. His body goes into lockdown. 

 

I am a highly skilled, highly sexual whore and, obviously, I am not emotionally involved with any of my clients so I don’t interpret my client’s rejection of his soft cock as a rejection of me, but I can well imagine how corrosive this is in relationships. Which is why when we find ourselves in this place, when I can’t excite my client into forgetting about his softness long enough for him to get hard again, I will instruct him to lie on his back and position myself between his legs for a lingam massage. 

 

In this place I can at least bring some healing to his cock. I can hold him and love him in his softness. Sometimes he will get hard and I can dance him to ejaculation. Very often he stays soft. And I make it very, very clear to both my client and his cock that I am completely comfortable with that. I accept you exactly as you are in this moment. To be seen and accepted, to be held and loved exactly as you are in this moment is probably my number one job as a whore. I am proud and deeply honoured to do it.

 

Another frequent cause of soft cocks is my client not being able to manage the intensity of the energy in the room. He walks in with highly charged energy, his erection a large bulge in his trousers. My energy is lit the minute my nipples are tweaked, which doesn’t take long in a Kama session, and my energy is very powerful. The combination is often too much for someone who doesn’t have sex as often as I do. It’s not at all uncommon for my client to have come within the first half hour for a 90 minute session.

 

You may think “What a waste!” On the contrary dear sir.

 

It is almost always the beginning of something incredible. Today was one of those occasions. He had come, filling a condom inside my arse almost upon penetration. We had met about 20 minutes earlier. He was ecstatic. He had ticked an item off his bucket list and lying back on the bed invited me to lie alongside him. We chatted a bit, my hand idly stroking his cock, welcoming his softness, and he asked me to tell him more about tantra. I told him a bit and he asked, “Show me.” So I did. 

 

Lying next to him on the bed in the calm, quiet place that a body goes into post ejaculation, I quietly mouthed the words of my body meditation. Because I was also in a post orgasmic state and lying next to him, the words landed deeply in my body and I guided us both into a beautiful trancy state. By the end I was tingling all over and dying to share my energy with him. I raised myself over his still body and started flowing my hands, my lips, my hair, my breasts and my labia over his body. His cock twitched. I felt it and smiled, I wasn’t surprised. We had both connected to energy deep inside our bodies during the meditation.

 

I offered my mouth to him to kiss but he didn’t respond as he had earlier, it was almost as if kissing me pulled him out of the place that my words and the music had taken him. I didn’t pursue this line of action, I made the choice to slide down his torso and turn this Kama session into a lingam massage. I didn’t expect or need his cock to harden, I just wanted to give this man pleasure like I was pretty sure he had never received before in his life. Sitting cross legged under his legs, taking his beautiful cock in my hands I began. 

 

He did get quite hard, especially in response to my fingers and palms sliding over his oily glans, but his energy never got close to the heat he had had on arrival. I wondered if he was going to ejaculate again and/or if I would feel the power of orgasm moving through his body as I have so many times. I didn’t. He lay very still. Motionless, silent and eyes closed. He could have been in a coma. It was the last song of the 90 minute session, I was pretty sure there was going to be no second ejaculation, so I moved my hands with the music and as the music died down, my hands slowed and I watched as his cock softened.

 

The room was completely quiet for a few moments between songs. In that moment he opened his eyes, and said, “WOW…..incredible….amazing…..That was so much better than normal sex!” 

 

He had never cared about whether or not he had an erection. He hadn’t set himself the performance criteria of a “second coming.” Instead, he had done something truly powerful, he had given himself permission to experience something different. He was interested in my world, the words I had chosen to use to describe it appealed to him and he wanted to taste it. So he did. And he had an experience “better than sex.”

 

I told him, “This is sex! Just a different way of doing sex.” And we both laughed. It had been an exquisitely beautiful experience for both of us. We had had an incredible time both with and without an erection – and this is the bit that is so critical – because neither of us made an erection a prerequisite to pleasure we were free to experience intense pleasure. 

 

My soft cock invitation to you is this – free yourself from pressure. 

 

If you are a woman, enjoy soft cock. Enjoy the feel in your hands, your mouth and even your cunt. Bring all of your awareness to pleasure, to sensation, to energy moving through your body. If an erection shows up, by all means enjoy him, but do not wait for an erection to give yourself permission to connect with your pleasure and sensation – your energy – moving around and between your bodies. 

 

And if you are a man, make peace with your softness. Spend time with your cock whilst he is soft – hold him, listen to him, forgive him, accept him, laugh with him, stroke him, honour him, pleasure him free of expectations. When he shows up during sex with your partner, don’t fail him by shaming him or getting angry with him, hold space both for him and for your partner’s fears. Voice your fears and encourage her to do the same and notice how when they are brought into the light they no longer feel as overwhelming and scary. Hold each other with tenderness. Allow your softness to soften both your hearts and feel how it draws you closer when you allow it. Allow yourself to be held and loved and accepted exactly as you are in this moment.

 

You are worthy. 

 

Dedicated to my beautiful friend and lover – Mr R Cloud – thank you.

 

Recommended further reading:

 

“The Body Keeps The Score” by Bessel van der Kolk

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