
Let’s be honest--women are complicated. It’s as true for our eroticism as it is for our emotions. Sometimes no matter what men do, the thrill flickers and then it’s gone. They take the familiar route, but inexplicably, this time the clitoris is the ridge to nowhere.
Bringing a woman to orgasm can be a lot like putting together an Ikea cabinet. You start out with lots of pieces and minimal instructions. It’s all supposed to work, but often you end up with some leftover mystery parts and a wobbly surface. If you want sex that’s mutually satisfying, be prepared to mute the male pride button and ASK FOR DIRECTIONS. Remember:
1. You hold the key but every lock is different.
It would be lovely if women came equipped with a sophisticated navigation system, but sorry fellas, you’re on your own. We’ve got pretty complicated niche marketing down there that’s influenced by a host of hormones. Sometimes our little baton stands at attention and other times it’s an erotic illusionist. Now you see it, now you don’t. And unless you’re into role-playing Captain Ahab and Moby Dick, echolocation is really not a viable option. That’s why questioning and listening are the two most underrated components of sex. Put away your blunt objects for a bit and pay attention. I’m not talking about the patter of an overly enthusiastic sports commentator (Joe comes up the middle, OH God, it’s the pick and roll, Yes, Yes, YESSS!) A simple, Does this feel good?” will suffice.
2. Gentlemen, start your engines.
Just when you think that the embers have died and you’re at risk for carpal tunnel syndrome, something shifts. Lust resurfaces and demands to fed. Pretty soon the stifled yawn turns into a swooning moan. The flicker of interest morphs into fizzling scarlet that blurs everything but the white heat of the moment. It can happen, so eavesdrop on a woman’s pulse and be at the ready.
3. Feel first; think later.
I know that this is counterintuitive to most men, but to be a great lover you need to put aside the reasoning and add some seasoning. The clitoris is a complete universe where sensations and desires stream. Trying to “penetrate” it with the spike of logic is pointless. Our pleasure dome is too mutable an empire for that. If you mentally try to untangle our erotic aqueduct, you’ll get dizzy from the effort. Relax, focus on sensory clues and cues, and give in to the mystery.
4. Embrace the detours
If you’re lost and she suggests an alternate route, take it. You could just be surprised by the results of your newfound talents. Embrace them and remember, you can insert yourself into a vagina, but sometimes all you get for your efforts is a dial tone. Follow her lead. Novelty can ignite the senses and waken sensuality from its slumber.
Now for enlightened OS readers, this will all seem obvious. But trust me. There are plenty of men who hear the sound of wet laundry flapping in the wind and think, “Now that’s what great sex sounds like.” These are same men who take a few laps around the track and declare victory. Who want more Punch and less Moody, and who belittle an honest outpouring of words caring only about their own geyser. More’s the pity.


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Speak up ladies and give the men a hint. A kind word, a guiding hand, our lads at work down below are often hoping for just a word or two from us, and we owe them that, our maps are, after all ever changing.
I love women all their lunar complexity. But sometimes tab A just doesn't fit into slot B no matter how elaborate the tool kit. And sometimes time and circumstance can destroy that thing that seemed so perfect
My personal experience has been that, with a little attention to detail and an open heart a, nexus can be achieved.
this reminds me of the old historical/contradictory advice/fad that women wanted men who were "more sensitive". haha. sometimes. women dont want a man that has to ask for directions. but I guess if he's clueless, asking for directions is better than nothing.
priceless :)
Loved this post of yours!
peece!
dj
Really? Damn, I hear the sound of wet laundry flapping in the wind and think, "Ah shit, my wife is going to kill me, I forgot to take down the laundry off the line before the rain storm moved in....."
:D
;)
Rated.
also, there is a great/related religion called Tantra that very much deserves to be taught in a more widespread way. think I gotta do a post on tantra sometime. have found a few blogs on the subj here in my area but its almost totally unreferenced on OS...
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sounds like your experience has not been with the "enlightened ". Light is what is needed in erotic situations.
You have shed alot of light on the procedure, but proceeding into it is the difficult thing for us clumsy men...
Lust is overrated. It gets you to the gate but if the lights are dim, it's all monkey- business. Sweaty hairless primates practicing some evolutionary imperative. Spirit
is light, but it's also breath. I advise women AND men: breathe into it. Use yr nose. Get it right into the situation. Like a super
Monkey-dog, sniffing your way up & down & as for the
damn clitoris, that thing is like an iceberg...just a little bit of it on the surface, but its got its rooots all up the honey pot, and each one is different, but....
well, it's a tightrope...one side lust, and all animal satisfaction, which is wonderful, but the other side love...even if for only one lovesession....
hm
"A little dwarf just walked around a corner, saw you, threw a little axe at you (which missed), cursed, and ran away."
I'd have to agree re. smart women. They're the best, though always pretty fucked up. That's their appeal. When a man and a woman meet in a mindspace of the utter absurdity & seemingly hopeless task of actually trying to get along with each other, fumble & scrape & claw for awhile, (after the initial goo-gaa of finding someone of the opposite sex who is not only apppealing & loveable & brilliant)
after the Zen-like paradoxical unending misunderstandings & inability to understand a word of what the other says, that is...after the absurdity of the situation is finally recognized, and we smile, and realize we're in this together, and...we have all this lovely epidermis to explore , in its infinite ability to feel & give pleasure....then the fun starts, the "procedural imperatives of the manipulation of the genital & other erogenous zones" booklet goes flying out the window, or...better yet...is BURNED in a ceremony in the woods on a hot summer night, naked,....
well...that's when real life begins, and a s Blake says,
"Embrraces are Comminglings from the Head to the Feet,
and not a greed y Priest entering by a secret place"....
(butchered that quote, sorry)
Jim, not a golfer