Tantric Secrets for Men...

... is the title of a book I've had in my collection for many years. Written by Kerry Riley, this book explores male sexuality based on the teachings of both Taoist and Hindu Tantra. On a lark, I gave my copy to Mr. Smith to read after returning from our trip to LA.

I've read the book several times and have garnered something new with each reading. It was my hope that by understanding how a man could be a stronger lover through the practices of Tantra somehow I could become a better lover, too. I like this book because the author stresses the importance of connection and communication. It is the key to a long and healthy relationship in his estimation and I couldn't agree more. Giving the book to Mr. Smith to read was my way of letting him know many of my beliefs. It was also my hope that he'd find value in the author's ideas.

Boy, did he!

After reading a chapter on the importance of retaining his essence (not orgasming with every sexual encounter) he discovered something that resonated with him. He agreed with the author that ejaculation for him... especially now during a time of stress and the low ebb of age... depletes rather than repletes him. He was so excited by what he'd read he's decided to talk to his sons, ages 17, 19 and 22 about what he's learned at 52. Book sales are about to soar!

Since learning about withholding his ejaculation some incredible things have happened to our encounters. Not only is he experiencing positive changes, I am too. I'm learning details about male orgasm I've not known, so from here on out, these are my observations about our encounters of the past nine days (yes, we've had sex every day... ours is a new relationship).

The first is that I did not realize how much my partner's orgasm meant to me. No orgasm seemed to mean I hadn't done something right. Nothing could be further from the truth. Good sex doesn't have to end in both partners coming. Good sex comes from both partners enjoying the connection. Mr. Smith has not had an orgasm since Friday, August 1st. I, on the other hand, can't seem to stop.

The intensity of our encounters is escalating. I've noticed physical changes in Mr. Smith's erections. He is definitely stiffer, the head of his cock seems larger to me when I take him into my mouth. Physically, he responds to my caresses more quickly and with greater urgency. He seems more open and has been sharing many fantasies with me. He takes the lead in our encounters, often to my bottom's absolute delight. He exudes power and confidence and I can't help believing it's all because he's decided to retain his ejaculation.

I had no idea that a man could control his orgasm to the point that Mr. Smith has been controlling his. I sense that his decision to delay orgasm is adding a new layer to his awareness of his sexuality. I see the satisfaction in his eyes when he knows he's taken me over the brink. His decision is heightening my response as well.

When we're enjoying one another, I become a very focused girl. I know he has decided not to orgasm and the decision takes a great deal of pressure off of me. I can pleasure him and I know he will respond to what I do to his body, yet I find our focus is on me and my orgasms.

Did you notice that's 'orgasm' plural? Because that has been the result. I've been coming with an intensity I never dreamed possible. My orgasms build quickly and their release is beyond what I've encountered before. I don't just squirt, I gush. I drench everything beneath me. I create puddles of cum.

Last night, Mr. Smith and I enjoyed a lovely dinner on my patio. Once the sun went down, our clothes came off. I straddled him in his chair and rode his stiff cock in a frenzy of pure lust. When the orgasms began, I sprayed. They rolled in waves, drenching both of us as they splashed to the concrete at our feet. Do you know how surreal it is to discover your feet in a puddle of your own cum? I could feel an orgasm building and then I would listen as it landed on the patio. They came in wave after delicious wave until I couldn't determine where I ended and Mr. Smith began.

I wonder (and trust me, I will ask) if being able to bring me to such a wanton brink empowers him. I think about what we will experience when he finally decides he is ready to ejaculate. Will there be an outflow of energy that takes time to recover? Will it be as much fun to build him back up again in the days that follow? Will I find myself laying next to a sleeping man, yearning for more? I guess we'll only know once he makes his decision to cum.