Fingering
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"Did she let you finger her?" Dylan asked, words tumbling out in a rush.
"Don't interrupt my story," Mason replied with a low, measured whisper, a hint of laughter in his eyes, "I'm gettin' there."
"So I told you a week ago that she told me the next time we hooked up, she was ready for me to finger her. Well, I told my uncle Kent about it. Remember we watched the LSU game at his house last year and stole those hot beers out of his garage?"
"Yeah, the one with the ponytail. Of course I remember him, he was hilarious."
"Yeah, so I told him and asked if he had any advice for my first time," Mason continued. He told me I was too young, but he knew he wasn't going to change my mind. So he thought I'd better be prepared. He gave me this book to read," he said, taking a large hardcover book out of his backpack.
"He told me to read this and I'd become a sex god. He's a pomillamorist so he knows his shit."
"What's that?" Mason asked.
"He fucks like 6 chicks at a time."
Dylan's eyes went wide as he leaned forward to read the book title.
Sex Magic
The Spiritual Path to Ecstatic Pleasure and Boundless Power
"Whoa. What's in it!?"
"Mostly a bunch of weird shit. But I did read the whole thing and took some things out of it. Check it out," he said, cracking it open.
The inside cover read, "Sex Magic is Manifesting Your Wildest Dreams While Achieving the Highest Levels of Sexual Ecstasy."
He flipped to a random page.
Semen Retention
...improved energy, vitality, and concentration, increased testosterone levels, greater emotional stability, spiritual benefits and increased self-discipline that can translate into other areas of life.
"Huh?" Dylan mumbled as he looked sideways at Mason.
"It's when you're about to cum, but don't," he replied.
Dylan's laughter, uncontrollable and wild, filled the room.
"That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard."
Mason flipped to another page.
Tantric Sex
...While there are many facets of tantra, the most popular is Tantric Sex – the act of sex without the explicit goal of having an orgasm. In Tantric Sex, rather than seeking to reach a single climax, lovers aim to prolong the experience, maintaining a high level of pleasure for longer and longer periods of time.
...Taoist and yogic traditions have observed for millennia the impact of having sex with a goal. Partners often become self-conscious as they force themselves to reach the goal: an orgasm. This places the attention on a future state, can lead to fantasizing about other partners and a number of other strategies that all disconnect them with their current sexual partner and their own bodily sensations. Tantric Sex is a tool that offers the earnest practitioner a key to a spiritual portal: The Now.
"So like, don't try to make her cum on purpose?"
"Yeah something like that."
"Dude what is this shit?" Dylan said, cackling again.
Mason flipped the page again.
Tantric Sex and Semen Retention
Many tantric practitioners are aware of the power of goalless sex in attaining higher and higher levels of pleasure and consciousness. Unfortunately, for many well-meaning men, their resolve goes out the window when their cocks are engulfed in a throbbing, wet pussy. Many of my clients have reported that they "just can't stop themselves."
My advice to these men always rests on the same principle - The Power of Intention. There is a phenomenon that arises in men when they consciously choose to refrain from ejaculation before the sexual act commences. By anchoring into their deeper purpose of attaining higher levels of ecstasy and conscious awareness, they set an intention not to "cum," and often find that they are effortlessly more present and powerful. It's the decision a priori that fortifies their resolve.
"No clue what this one means."
"Dude this book is ludicrous. Are you gonna tell me what happened or what?"
"One more, and then I'll tell you. This one's important.”
He opened it to an earmarked page in the middle.
Sex Magic
...refers to using sexual energy and activity as a means to achieve spiritual insight, goals, or specific intentions…
...Alchemy of Desire: By harnessing and directing sexual desire, practitioners aim to transform base desires into higher spiritual aspirations…
..Many, who recognize the potency of sexual energy, say that Sex Magic is the highest form of prayer...
"What in the fuck does any of that mean?"
"I think it's like, you make a wish right before you cum and it's more likely to come true. Anyway, I read most of this, took what I liked and left the rest. I made a plan."
"I left her a note in her locker at school that said, 'Tonight you're going to be my little Slave. Wear that black dress you wore to Sadie Hawkins. No bra. I'll pick you up at 6pm tonight. Brush your teeth and take two listerines.
-Your Master
P.S. Wear this. But wait until you get into the car with me so your parents don't see.'
"It was a dog leash. It's a crucial part of this whole BDSM thing I read."
"So I pull up 20 minutes late to assert my dominance a little out of the gate."
When she got in I said, "Good evening, Slave."
Dylan threw his head back and laughed. "Good evening. Nice."
Smirking, Mason continued, "She giggled, so I said, 'Is there something funny?' She was like, 'Wh- what? No. I mean... no.’ I laughed at her and said, ‘Listen, there are going to be some ground rules tonight, like I said in the letter. You're to call me Master. I will call you Slave. You will wear this leash. If anyone asks us what we're doing, you're to tell them that you've been a bad little girl and can't be trusted. Now you know I'm a fair master, and I want what's best for you. If you want or need something, you have to ask permission first. Got it?’
I winked at her.
She was like, "Okay Master."
"We park, get some popcorn and drinks, get a few weird stares from people, and then head to our seats. We get a seat all the way in the back obviously.
"I'm not gonna lie, at this point I start to get a little nervous. After 15 minutes the previews are over and the movie starts. We both pretend like we're watching the movie when we're both just thinking about hooking up. I made the decision to wait exactly 10 minutes. Not so short that I seem desperate. Not so long that she starts rethinking things. I check my phone. It's time. I lean over and kiss her. The armrest is in the way, so I move it and scoot over to her.
"I start grabbin’ her titties. At this point I go from half-chub to a full-on-pop-dog."
Dylan chimed in, "Woof woof."
"She starts breathing kinda heavy, so I tell her, 'Listen Slave, I forbid you to get us thrown out of this theater. Calm yourself.' I stop kissing her for a few seconds and then keep going.
"I'm thinking about how to put approach the situation. Do I sneak my hands slowly down so I don't surprise her? Or do I just go straight for the hands in between the legs under the dress? Or straight to hands in between over the dress?
"I'm furious with myself for not thinking about the most important part of the plan. But I say 'fuck it, I've gotta figure it out.'
"I go for the hands in between the legs over the dress..
Dylan, on the edge of his seat, hadn't breathed in almost two minutes.
"And she didn't move it away," Mason said solemnly.
"No way!" Dylan whispered in disbelief.
Mason shook his head like a man that had just defeated a gladiator in battle.
"I pull my head back," he continued, "and look at her, and she shakes her head 'yes'. Then I did it."
"Dude. You got your fingers wet!" Dylan said, giving him one of those haymaker side fives.
"You didn't look her in the eyes when you did it right?" Dilllon exclaimed.
"Dude who the fuck do you think I am. Of course I didn't look her in the eyes. I know they fall in love with you if you do, and then stalk you.
"But dude, let me finish my story. So I'm doing it, and then I start using more stuff from the book. I tell her she's not allowed to finish until I tell her. I tell her to make a wish and think about it in her head. She looked confused but didn't say anything. A few minutes go by and she starts breathing all heavy again. I pull my hand out and say, 'I swear if you don't stop breathing heavy, I'm going to send you outside while I watch the rest of this movie myself.
"A few more minutes go by and I get a finger cramp. I adjust my hand and keep going. I know I'm getting close when her body starts getting all tight.
"Then she whispers, 'Stop, you're gonna make me cum. I can't help it.'
I stop and say, "What. Did. I. Tell You? You're not allowed to finish unless I tell you you can."
"'Please let me Master. Please.' If you want to cum so bad, I wanna hear you beg for it.
"She begged me for the next 30 seconds.
"Dylan, I've never felt so powerful."
"So what happened?" Dylan pleaded.
"She grabbed my hand and said, 'Stop. I can't hold back anymore. You have to stop.'
'Okay, my Slave,' I said. 'In a moment I'm going to let you cum. And when you do, you're going to think of your wish and imagine you've already gotten it. Got it?'"
"Y-yes Master."
"5 seconds later she started uncontrollably moaning and screaming. I coughed as loud as I could but a bunch of people looked at us."
"Noooo," Dylan said with hands squeezing against his face.
"Yep. But they all turned back around 2 seconds later and it was over."
Dylan looked at his friend in utter amazement, half in admiration, half in envy.
"So you did it? You gave her an orgasm?"
"Dude, when she caught her breath, she turned her head towards me and said, "What. The. Hell? What did you just do to me? Where did you learn that?! I think I love you."
"Then she kissed me again."
"Dude. Whoa. Did you tell anyone else?"
"No man. I don't think I'm going to, either."
"What? Why? Everyone will have questions!"
"I don't know. I asked her to be my girlfriend after that. So it doesn't feel right."
"What? You? I thought you said you didn't want to have a girlfriend. Don't you want to be a pomillamorist like your uncle?"
"I dunno what happened. After she finished I was overwhelmed by an urge to lock it down for a while."
"Weird. Anyway, what'd she wish for?"
"She wouldn't tell me. But I asked her if she thought she’d get her wish, and she said ‘Definitely.’"
“Hmph. Well what about you? You didn't cum? You did that semen retention bullshit? Or did you just cum in your pants?"
"What? No, of course I didn't cum," he said, turning away to hide his cheeks, which had just flushed red.