“Now!” she screamed. “Come now!”
He came, flooding her with his semen. His orgasm seemed to last forever.
When they were finally still, he asked, “May I hold you?”
She smiled as he enfolded her in his arms. It was like some fairy tale. Neither of them understood what had happened or where their relationship would go from here. They knew only that they had found something intensely pleasurable that they could share for as long as they wanted.
Susan and Frank discovered that a way to enhance their sex lives was to change who was in control of their sexual activities.
If you are the leader of a game of control, open your mind and express your desires freely. That’s what your submissive partner wants you to do. Tell him where to touch or squeeze or lick. Tell him what kind of strokes you want.
If you are following a leader, make mental notes of what she is asking for, then incorporate them into your lovemaking at other times. Remember that she is giving you ideas for the future.
And there are so many more ideas left to explore…
7
TOYS
It is said that you can tell the men from the boys by the kind of toys they play with…
Toys are wonderful but they pose some problems, such as how to buy them. I live near New York City and have access to a few “adult only” stores. It’s a mixed blessing. It’s wonderful to have all the toys displayed and available, but I find that going into one of those stores is still very embarrassing.
I have to admit that my partner was the first of us to visit an “adult only” store. While I was running an errand in the neighborhood, he wandered inside and, with amazing aplomb, bought a dildo. When we met later, he brandished a brown paper bag and told me what he had done. I complimented him on his bravery. That evening, he used our new toy to drive me crazy.
Weeks later, at his urging, we made our first trip to that same “adult only” store together to buy a vibrator. I was then forty-six years old and I had never owned one. He convinced me that the only way to decide what kind we wanted was to go there and explore.
The afternoon we visited, the store was empty except for the two of us and a salesman. I was amazed. The room was filled with everything from love oil to adult books, from outrageously funny greeting cards to dildos in every color and size. I blushed as I spotted the dildo he had bought on his first trip there.
Although at least fifteen different kinds of vibrators were displayed, they were all behind the counter. I realized that one of us would have to ask to see them, since neither of us knew anything about them. Thank heavens, my partner was amazingly suave about the whole thing. He asked the young man behind the counter if we could see a few different ones.
Almost immediately, a woman appeared from the back of the store and she and the salesman began to ask us questions and give us advice.
“Is this for use alone or for using together? Different types serve different purposes.”
“Have you any experience with vibrators?”
“Remember not to leave it on for more than twenty minutes.”
“Do you want one that is battery-operated or will you have an outlet handy? Battery-operated vibrators give you more freedom, but have less power.”
I think that business was slow and they just wanted to relieve their boredom, but I thought I would sink into the floor. As I turned away and pretended to be interested in some placebo tablets to increase sexual potency, my partner made a thorough study, then selected and bought a vibrator. We hustled out and only then did he admit that he had been as nervous as I. Embarrassed or not, we had our vibrator and we still have it and use it today.
You can also buy toys by mail. There are usually ads in most sex magazines with illustrations and graphic descriptions of everything from leather restraints and handcuffs to penis-shaped water pistols and watches that state “Time for Sex.” Some of the items will disappoint; some will live up to every expectation.
LINDA’S STORY
Linda and Rick had been bookmarking for about six months. They had gotten over their initial embarrassment quickly and could now admit to and discuss fantasies that they wanted to play out. They also had made arrangements with a neighbor to trade off their children. One weekend, they had Patsy and Don’s twins; another weekend, their three boys stayed next door.
One day when Rick was not coming home until late, Linda found an issue of an erotic magazine beside her bed. In it, she found a bookmark. Curious to find out what Rick was interested in now, she opened the magazine.
The bookmark was inserted in a two-page spread advertising dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys.
Many women she knew were open about owning and using a vibrator. There was even a line about being grown up and owning your own vibrator in the movie An Unmarried Woman, which she had seen four times.
But could she really buy something like that? Could she really call some 800 number and order a dildo or vibrator as if she was ordering a new pair of slacks?
She stared at the advertisement for a long time. She had no idea whether she wanted to order anything at all, but the fact that Rick had bookmarked it for her made her consider the idea. She knew that she wasn’t interested in paddles or latex whips and she quickly bypassed ball gags and restraints. She didn’t think she was ready for any of that—at least not yet.
Her gaze kept returning to an ad for a penis-shaped vibrator. “Orgasm guaranteed,” it said. Next to it was a picture of a dildo. “Life-size, flesh-colored—once she uses it, she’ll beg for it,” the ad stated.
The next afternoon, Linda gathered her courage, got the magazine, pulled out her credit card, and dialed the 800 number. She stammered through giving the operator her credit card number and the code numbers next to the items she had selected, the vibrator and the dildo. All the time, she was thinking, Thank God I don’t have to describe what I’m ordering. When she was finished, the operator assured her that her order would be delivered within four weeks, in a plain wrapper.
All she had to do was wait.
She put the magazine back on Rick’s nightstand. That night, although he said nothing, Linda knew that Rick was aware the magazine had been returned.
Several weeks later the box arrived. Linda hid it in her closet until the following Friday evening. Just before she was to escort the children to their neighbor’s house for the night, she slipped upstairs and put the untouched box, still in its original plain brown wrapping, on Rick’s side of the bed. Still saying nothing, she hustled the children out and walked them next door.
“Linda,” Rick called as he heard her return, “I’m in the living room. Come in here as soon as you put your coat away.” His voice sounded so casual. Maybe he hasn’t seen the box yet, she thought.
“Okay,” she answered. “Be right in.”
When she entered the living room, Rick was sitting with the contents of the box spread out in front of him on the coffee table. Linda’s blush made her feel hot all over.
“It makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” Rick said softly.
Linda nodded.
“Is that bad,” Rick continued, “or does it also heighten the anticipation for you as much as it does for me?”
“Are you embarrassed, too?” Linda asked, her eyes wide.
“Of course,” he said, “but I’m also wildly excited. I was hoping you’d order some things like these. I would have ordered some toys for us myself, but I wasn’t really sure you’d be interested.”
“I wasn’t, either, but the fact that you invited me to pick something—”
“Come over here,” Rick interrupted.
Linda recognized the heavy-lidded look in Rick’s eyes. The fact that they were not in the bedroom didn’t surprise her. When they had the luxury of privacy, they often made love in the living room.
Linda crossed the room and sat next to Rick. “Don’t think about anything,” he said. “I’m new at this, too, so just say stop if I do something that hurts you or that
you don’t like.”
Linda nodded again and tried to relax as Rick’s arms went around her and he pushed her back against the arm of the couch. His lips were warm and soft on hers as he kissed her. He took a long time pressing his mouth against hers, teasing her tongue with his. His hands were working the tightness from the backs of her shoulders and the length of his body was pressing against her.
Gradually, she started to relax. She could feel some of the fear and tension dissipate. Rick was an expert at touching Linda’s body.
Slowly, his mouth began the slow trip down the side of her neck. He licked and nibbled until he reached the erotic spot where her shoulder joined her neck. He swirled his tongue, then blew on the wet area. Shivers rippled up and down Linda’s back.
He slid his hands around and fondled her full breasts, seeking her nipples through her blouse and bra. Linda’s breasts had always been particularly sensitive and this time was no different. As he alternately pinched and stroked, Linda made soft moaning sounds deep in her throat. Her arms wrapped around him, cupped his buttocks, and pressed his erect penis against her belly.
One button at a time, Rick undid Linda’s blouse. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Without touching her naked flesh, he pulled her clothes aside. Then he did what always had driven his wife crazy. He pursed his lips and blew a stream of cold air across her nipples.
She gasped as the flesh contracted and her nipples formed tiny points.
“Do you want me to suck your tits?” he asked in a throaty voice.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Please.”
He leaned over, but instead of sucking at her erect nipples, he used the tip of his tongue to circle the area of darkened flesh around one. Then he blew on the wetness, causing Linda to suck in a gulp of air and raise her chest.
“Anxious, aren’t you?” Rick said.
“Please,” she answered. “I want your mouth on me.”
Linda’s talk always excited Rick, partly because it was still hard for her to use the explicit language they loved.
“You want my mouth on what?” he said.
“You know,” she said.
“Tell me,” he said.
“My nipples,” she said slowly.
“You mean your tits?”
“Yes.”
“Say it!”
Linda shuddered. “Suck my tits.”
Rick quickly obliged. He buried his face in her soft flesh, enjoying the scent and the taste of her. He drew a nipple into his mouth and flicked the tip with his tongue. Linda was straining her entire body, trying to get closer to him.
He sucked each nipple in turn until he knew she wanted him desperately. He quickly pulled off their clothes, and then they lay together naked. Rick suspected that Linda, in her lust, had forgotten about the new toys.
Rick returned to Linda’s breasts until her hips were thrashing against the cushions.
“You want my hard cock inside of you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Maybe this big cock will feel better.”
Linda’s eyes flew open as she suddenly remembered the toys. She didn’t have any time to react, however, since Rick had the large dildo in his hand and started to stroke her slippery, hot clit with the cool plastic.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” Rick said, using a line from their favorite “playing doctor” fantasy.
Firmly, he pressed the dildo against the opening to her vagina. She was so open and wet that it slid in easily.
Rick had a rather large penis, but this dildo was oversized. It stretched Linda’s skin as it slid in and out and the cold added an unfamiliar yet exciting aspect.
“Oh God,” she said, “it feels so good inside me.” Her hips bucked and pressed up against the invasion. Rick fucked Linda with the large dildo, first with fast, hard strokes, then with slow, smooth, teasing ones. Then he pulled it out and reinserted just the tip. He used short strokes to push it in only a short way, then he pulled it out again.
Linda was going crazy. “I am going to come,” she cried, “but I want your hard cock inside of me when I do.”
Quickly, Rick withdrew the dildo and pulled Linda down onto the thick carpet. He climbed on top of her and pushed his erect penis into her as far as it would go. It took only a few thrusts for both of them to climax.
A moment later, panting, Linda said, “That was wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Suddenly, Linda was afraid that Rick would think that the dildo was a substitute for his body. “It doesn’t mean that I will settle for only that thing.”
Rick smiled. “I know that. But it does make you hot, doesn’t it? I hoped it would, because it makes me so horny watching that dildo slide in and out of your pussy.”
“It made me hungry in a way I never expected. I think you don’t have to be a mind reader to figure that out.”
“Have you any idea how much it excited me to see you so excited?” Rick said. “I watched your body thrash around as I fucked you with that dildo and I thought I would come right then.”
“Really?” Linda said. “It’s really okay that I enjoyed that?”
Rick grinned wickedly. “And you realize that we haven’t even taken the vibrator out of the plastic wrapper yet.”
8
MASSAGE
There are many types of massage. Therapeutic massage takes years to master, in many states, hundreds of hours of study are needed and strict licensing requirements must be met before one can call oneself a massage therapist. I’ve had this type of massage and it’s wonderful. Nothing refreshes you in quite the same way. It can also ease sore muscles and relax overstressed brains.
Another type, sexual massage, has gotten a bad reputation over the years. Massage parlors are usually dingy places where some man or woman will give you any type of massage you want. Often, massage parlor is just a euphemism for a house of prostitution.
Massage need be neither of these. It can be a mutually enjoyable experience consisting of touching and exploring. Simple nonsexual techniques can be learned through adult-education programs. Many colleges have such courses. Take one if you wish or buy one of the many books available on the subject. There are also videotapes that teach massage techniques. Any of these will help you learn where to begin and will show you a few basic principles. However, whether or not you have mastered any technique, the fun part is practicing on your partner. Then let your mind wander into the realm of erotic massage. You don’t have to become a professional like Cory. An amateur can have a wonderful time practicing.
CORY’S STORY
Cory loved women. He loved to talk to them, to look at them, but most of all he liked to touch them. From the moment he was old enough to know what a masseur was, he knew that was all he ever wanted to be.
Cory graduated from high school and then spent several years taking courses in massage. He traveled to Europe and Asia and studied with experts in the field. All the while, he practiced his art, earning money by giving massages. He developed strong, sinewy forearms and satiny soft skin on his hands.
In all that time, he never violated his massage ethics. His massages were always professional. His face was immobile while he stroked and kneaded the firm flesh of his female clients, never letting his hands move in an erotic manner.
Of course, Cory massaged men, too, but their skin was never as soft and their bodies were never as beautiful as those of his female clients.
And they always smelled so wonderful. He used scented massage oil, perfumed with essences of exotic flowers and spices that he had collected on his travels. He had blended special scents for many of his regular customers and sometimes, late at night, he would uncork a bottle of oil and it would bring back the feel of some particular woman’s skin. Cory’s attitude toward erotic massage changed one afternoon, and it was Lilia that changed it.
Lilia had been introduced to Cory by another of his customers and she had been coming to him once a week for several months. She had skin the colo
r of light coffee, smooth and without a blemish. Her legs were long, her stomach flat, and her flesh firm and supple to his touch. Her small breasts were tipped with large dark brown aureolas and constantly erect nipples.
A few days earlier, Cory had completed weeks of work on a special scent for Lilia. It smelled of cactus flowers and sagebrush and reminded him of dark nights in a silent desert. That afternoon, as he rubbed her back, he could almost feel the cool of the desert night. He closed his eyes and floated on the desert breeze as his hands pressed and kneaded, loosening all the muscles in Lilia’s beautiful shoulders and neck.
She had been facedown for almost an hour before he sighed and whispered, “Turn over.”
Lilia stretched and, with sensuous catlike movements, turned over. As usual, she was totally naked, but Cory didn’t notice. His appreciation of women was centered in his hands. When she settled on her back, Cory poured a small pool of oil in his palm and slathered it over both of his hands.
He started by spreading oil on her feet and then he rubbed and pulled at each toe. He dug his fingers in at the base of her toes and into the arch of her foot. He felt rather than heard her purr.
He worked his way up her legs, rubbing her calves and thighs. He took ten minutes to make his way up to her belly. Then he touched her breasts. She lay completely relaxed with her arms at her sides as he slid his fingers over the flesh around her nipples.
“Why do you never touch my nipples?” Lilia said suddenly.
“It isn’t professional,” he said flatly.
“What if I asked you to? What if I asked you to touch me all over?”
His hands continued to caress her. He would love to touch her intimately, but it wasn’t proper. Was it?
“Would you like me to touch you that way?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lilia’s eyes opened and she gazed at him. “I would like that very much,” she whispered. “I would like to give my body up to you so you can make love to me with those wonderful hands of yours.”
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