The Clitoris is just the Tip of the Iceberg

I really love getting perspectives of other intelligent, sex-positive, highly charged individuals whose life work is to illuminate and inspire.  One such person is Kim Anami.  For a fascinating look into her life and path, go to kimanami.com and check out "a bodacious life."

Here is her latest writing and I felt compelled to share with you.  Why?  Because it excites me.  I'm one of those women that experiences orgasms beyond just the tip of the iceberg.  And once that orgasm begins, the ride has only just begun so to speak.  This takes time, letting go, surrendering to and with my lover.

Please share your thoughts, as I now have a comment box.  I'd love to hear from you. 

I am forever coming across articles that talk about women’s orgasms, or rather, a woman’s orgasm. As though there is only one.

And then I get confused. Because I wonder, “Are they talking about clitoral orgasms? G-Spot orgasms? Anal orgasms? Ear-gasms?”

I never know.

And the authors of said articles don’t seem to know either.

Presumably, they are talking about clitoral orgasms.

As these seem to be the most common female orgasm, and the one most likely to show up in a lab.

However, the clitoris is just the tip of the iceberg.

Literally.

The clitoris most people know and love is a tiny button on the external vulva which is full of pleasure and swells with touch.

The clitoris is part of a larger system of nerves and tissue which makes up the entire “clitoral bulb,” which wraps itself around the entryway of the vaginal canal, like a wishbone.

This is where things start to get good.

Inside the vagina.

Just like an iceberg, the external clitoris is only 10% (or less) of where female pleasure lies.

I often say that the clitoris is good for a warmup, a teaser to the main event.

But make no mistake, the true pleasure and power of a woman’s sexuality, and the kinds of orgasms which change her life, are located inside the vagina.

I guarantee you that.

Beyond the clitoral bulb, which covers just part of the vaginal canal, and is thought to house the legendary—and far more profound—G-Spot, is a treasure trove of sensation, depth and rebirthing potential.

I use the phrase “Pandora’s Box” to describe vaginal potential. A wild, mysterious cavern which houses transformative potential.

Don’t get waylaid by the clitoris. It’s almost like a detour.

It’s not your final resting place.

This is why so many women are lackluster about sex: they’ve only ever had clitoral orgasms. Or someone told them that the clitoris—not the vagina itself–is the pleasure source for women. And they believed it.

While clitoral orgasms are fun, kind of like eating a chocolate bar, they aren’t life-changing or life-sustaining.

They aren’t nourishing, gourmet food.

You need to go into the vagina for that.

The vagina demands that you open, surrender and fully let go to experience what it has to offer.

After my best, most cataclysmic, sexual experiences, I am glowing. I radiate peace, ease, love, confidence, and beauty. I feel like a new person. I am reborn.

My vagina does that for me, not my clitoris.

The vagina demands that you show up. Deeply.

When you are entered deeply, you have to let go deeply. You have to pull down your walls, open your legs, open your heart and let someone penetrate the deepest parts of you.

The journey towards doing all of those things internally—meaning your internal, emotional landscape—will reflect physically.

When you are vulnerable and soft, your vagina will be too.

When you tune into your own rhythm and flow, your vagina will be wet and flowing too.

When you open energetically to receive your partner, to receive desire and love, your vagina will open too.

It will swell and suck your partner right up.

The keys to the kingdom, or queendom, are found inside.

So in the land of vulvic map-making, the gold is deep within.

Don’t get waylaid by the first bit of glitter you see.

While it can lube up your journey a bit and prepare you for things to come, keep going.

90% of the Titanic-altering power is much further inside.

 Written by Kim Anami

 

S L O W D O W N !

Fact:  I am hugely multi-orgasmic.  Ridiculously so.  I won't give away all my secrets, just trust me when I say this!

BUT

....only when I am with a partner who is willing to  G o   S  l  o  w  !

My experience:  younger fellows want to 'go fast', older fellows think it should be like what they see on internet porn - 'flick flick flick'

SIGH

May I say "No No noooo"?

There is a wonderful gentleman who met me within the past year through Domina Victoria Rage, who says -  
Joy is a wonderful lady who is one of the most sexually sensitive and demanding people I have had the privilege to meet, and who is also a great student (and self-aware teacher) of the orgasm process.   The two of us now enjoy playing together, well, endlessly, and I've thanked Ms. Rage dozens of times for forcing us into the same room one fine day so long ago :-)   It is tremendously educational, and improves my own understanding and ability, in addition to being good clean fun for the both of us.  You need top-notch training partners to advance your own level of skill.

And in order for us to relax and experience fully, this song comes to mind!

Julie London has quite the seductive way. 

And when you are slow and still...

I explode!

An Erotic Story

 A Sultan's Dream

Some weeks ago, Joy and I were discussing our mutual interest in extended, multiple orgasms, and possible ways we could get together to try to carry on some...hands on research.

We happened to go down a bunny trail involving the quite explicit Richard Burton translation of “One Thousand and One Nights”, and were wondering if 1001 orgasms was possible... 

Joy sent me a wicked proposal a few days later, daring me on.   I shall simply quote her offered scene here:

The Sultan, a despot of note in lands near and far, arrives at his palace to demand the service of several of his favorite concubines, dancing seductively and entreating him to succumb to their charms.  How can he resist?

The time flies by at the hands of his lovely maidens and careful watch of his chief eunuch.  The Sultan's orgasmic abilities become an even greater legend in the land, until it is time to prepare for the evening feast.  As always the feast for a Sultan is a ‘Sensory Tasting Experience Extraordinaire' with entertainment fit for such a noble entity. 

As the night beckons, he is soothed and caressed by more of his cherished concubines into a heightened state of bliss before slipping into slumber.

I hesitate to give you too many details, for I love giving your curiosity a tease.  Let's just say...

He dreams of fresh new sensations as he awakens with his prize concubine, eager to match her Sultan's numerous orgasmic state.  And she does all that is necessary, with the aid of other palace staff to bring her Sultan to a frenzied state of being, as she exceeds his orgasmic abilities in ways he never dared to consider.  He surrenders to her insatiable lust, at that point he is hers and the power has been reversed.  However, once her lustful, wicked desires have been met, she is benevolent, ever passionate about their mutual needs, and sees to a delicious light feast and a final ecstatic chapter of heavenly proportion.  The Sultan is newly reborn as he heads off for distant lands and new adventures with his dear concubine ever held close in his heart.

I was captivated by her excitement and her clear desire to plan and execute something likely to be a once-in-a-lifetime event - and so we made arrangements. (I’ll give you a tip - when a witty, intelligent, motivated courtesan freely offers up something incredible that seems to stimulate her imagination, you would do very well to go along with the flow!)

When I arrived, it was all she had promised, and beyond.   Joy had completely redecorated her lovely place as an Arabian palace from the time of myths.  And she wasn’t alone. There were palace servants, concubines, eunuchs, slaves, The Overseer (a surprise guest appearance by one of Seattle’s finest dommes),  the always-lovely palace Chef, and others.   I think she recruited half the kinky community of Seattle to join in at various times in various roles. 

Our first day was an endless wide-ranging sensory experience for all.   Feasting, dancing, music, orgies large and small, a dinner/theater expedition to a fascinating public setting where sensual play was quite possible, many-handed massage, and much more. Somehow however the evening ended quite late with me restrained to the bed, still raging with passion and desire, forced to sleep quietly until a very early morning began just a few hours later, while my prized concubine, now my Sultana, snuck off to her own bed chamber to continue her own evening diversions...

The next day somehow made the previous one look absolutely tame by comparison…   I had hardly opened my eyes before the Sultana was upon me, making her never-ending needs known...

Unimaginable depraved delights and decadences transpired for the rest of the day.  There were orgies *far* more wicked than the previous day’s.   A wonderful meal cooked by one of the finest and loveliest chefs in Seattle, and served by a multi-talented Eunuch.  A demanding Sultana to distract. Slaves to punish.  And slaves to pleasure. Instruction in some of the lost sensual arts of the Orient.  And so much more.   Imagine your most decadent possibilities, and then go past that point...

This affair was simply an incredible effort on Joy’s part, and that of her many friends and associates.   I’m still giddy, and it is nearly a week later.

If you are in the mood for truly exceptional play, don’t hesitate to talk with Joy about your ideas!  She has incredible skills, a wonderful attitude, and electrifying enthusiasm - you won’t be disappointed.

An Erotic Story

The Neighbor

 

I am that nice guy neighbor down the street from you, in my well-kept house. I am friendly and cordial, always with a hello to my neighbors and a helping hand if asked, but I mostly keep to myself, and all you can guess of me is that I am either lifelong single or perhaps divorced a long time ago, but clearly a sweetheart of a guy. There is no guile to me – what you see is what you get.

 

I know similarly little about you. You are that nice woman up the block, living alone as far as I know, and likewise polite but not intrusive socially. Little do I know that behind closed doors you have adventures I only dream of.

 

One day you get curious and decide to find out about this quiet neighbor of yours. Perhaps I am gay. Perhaps I simply wish to be alone.  Perhaps I am creepier than I let on.  Perhaps I was just never lucky enough to find that special someone, and my introvert nature isn’t conducive to chasing women for one-night stands.  (That is your guess, and you are seldom wrong about people.)

 

So you come over to my house on a Friday evening, and breezily say, “I’ve seen you for years in the neighborhood, I think it’s silly that longtime neighbors should not know each other,” and you invite me over for tea the next day. Being merely cordial on the outside (but flattered and intrigued on the inside), of course I say yes.

At 2pm Saturday I knock on your door. You open it with that patented charming smile of yours, and I am instantly put at ease. We sit down, have a lovely cup of tea, find out a little about each other.  You quickly figure out that I am just as nice as you imagined, and probably just as lonely, and you know your inclinations about me were correct.

 

Then you show me a lovely roundish loveseat that you have in your living room. “Would you like to sit down with me here?” you coyly say, leaving unsaid the plain fact that the only way we can sit down in this loveseat is to be cuddled up closely together.

 

“Of course,” I say, intrigued at the prospect of being close to you but not allowing myself to believe that anything more than sitting together is what you have in mind. I have been alone for so long that I just don’t think that way anymore.

 

You invite me to sit down, and you tell me I’ll have to stretch out lengthwise for both of us to fit. You invite me to take off my shoes and socks, and of course I do. You slip in next to me, and the only way we fit on the mini-couch is for you to cuddle up close to me, put your head on my chest, and let me wrap my arm around you.

 

You take a deep breath and whisper, “Isn’t this nice?”

 

I concur, taking in the fact that I have not been this close to a woman in such a long time.

 

You put your hand on my chest and let it lie there, waiting for my reaction. Knowing men as you do, you can sense the thrill I feel, the simple yet profound gratitude at feeling a woman’s touch. You slowly start to move your hand across my chest, back and forth, sharing simple human touch and putting me into an almost hypnotic state.

 

Your questions about me disappear. You know me completely – I am not gay, I am not anti-social, I am not anti-sexual, I am not afraid of contact – on the contrary, I crave it perhaps more than anyone you know. You know that you are the greatest gift there could be in my life.

 

You know already that I will do anything you want. Your hand moves over my chest, over my stomach. You reach up and sensually touch my face, my eyes, my neck, my ears. You lean over close and kiss my neck as I convulse with pleasure.

 

You slowly unbutton my shirt, using a single finger to stroke down my breastbone, making me arch with joy.

 

My shirt finally open, you lean over and place your lips over my nipple, licking it and driving me wild with desire.

 

As for me, I still cannot believe this. Never in my life has such a casual encounter turned into this kind of life-changing experience. This just doesn’t happen.

 

You know exactly what I’m thinking. You know I still can’t register that this is really happening. “But it is,” you think to yourself with a knowing smile. You know exactly what you are doing to me, you know how enthralled I am, and you love the power you have in being able to give such pleasure.

 

My shirt fully unbuttoned, you finally make it plainly sexual. Your hand goes down, down, down, until you are circling my cock, but of course it was at full attention long before you got this far. My eyes are closed, I can no longer think, I am hypnotized by the pleasure.

 

Finally you stand up, and wordlessly take my hand. You help me stand up (I am nearly helpless), and you lead me over to the massage table. My shirt already unbuttoned, you kneel down, unbutton my pants, and take them down along with my boxers. I am nude before you.

 

You grasp me by the and and lead me to the massage table. I feel I am in a different universe, I still do not grasp that this is the sexual world I lost so long ago.

You lay me down on the massage table, put a pillow behind my head, and then wordlessly grasp a cord you have nearby and tie it to my left ankle, and then to the support post on the massage table. You repeat the same with my right.

 

Still in my semi-hypnotic state, I lie there and comply wordlessly.

 

You then grasp my left wrist, and similarly tie it to the massage table support to my upper left, and then do the same with my right wrist.

 

I am now tied down, helpless. I know what is happening but my logical brain can’t accept it. In fact, all of my thinking capabilities are shut down. I am in the moment, simply experiencing, with no idea and no expectation of what will come next.

 

Now it’s your turn. You understand full well what mush you’ve turned me into, and you are fully aware that at this point I am your sexual slave.

 

So you decide why not take some pleasure for yourself. A couple of touches, a couple of licks, and I am fully erect.

 

You position yourself over me and mount me. I am helpless, I can do nothing but twitch uncontrollably. You have utter control. You move up and down, back and forth, in and out, finding whatever motions maximize your own pleasure. I am your plaything. You know your own body best, and you use that to your advantage. You build your own pleasure, bit by bit by bit, until you are trembling.

 

As for me, I have entered an unknown world. The pleasure I feel and the mental place I’m in are completely foreign to me. All I know is that this is better than I ever imagined Heaven could be.

 

You tremble and climax - once, twice, a third time. In my muddled mental state, I lose count. Four times? Seven times? Who am I to know. But I see your face, distorted by the pleasure, and even in my compromised state I am gratified.

 

With you finally satiated, now you narrow your eyes and decide it’s my turn. You sit on the table, slide your thighs under mine, and move close so your mouth is positioned directly over my cock.

 

I cannot believe any of this.

You bend over, close your mouth over me, and begin to deliver the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced. I twitch, I convulse, I lose all control. But I am helpless.  I cannot stop this no matter what I do.  I surrender to the fact that I am yours.

 

I have no idea what you do. I have no idea who I am. I have no idea that a world outside this room even exists.

 

And why should I?

 

New Year's Resolutions - An Apple A Day

As a Health and Wellness Consultant I just couldn't help recalling the "An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor Away" adage so many of us have heard as children, when I was considering some New Year Resolutions.

But, who says it has to be just an apple?

In fact, I have many "One A Day" efforts to keep my life healthy and well.  Perhaps my most favorite is 

"An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away."

....Anyone know who said this famous quote?

Do your research and discover the many health benefits of an energetic sex life. Or come see me to learn or experience more.  An orgasm a day is exceedingly healthful, but what do you imagine profuse orgasms are....???  For a multi-orgasmic woman like myself, I'd say it keeps me young-at-heart and spirited.

Here is one of my favorite self-portraits. 

 

The Path Leads To Passion

I've discovered a new path to passion, just one of many that I enjoy exploring, as I discover more about myself as a healthy, sexual, vibrant woman.  I will share more in the next several entries of this blog, and also encourage you to share where some of your paths have taken you, either in private email or in responding in the comments section.

Perhaps one of your paths will lead you directly into my Secret Garden of Desires.  Be careful, for I am *R.M.O. and possess a **Beautiful Butterfly and ***Divine Nectar.  

 

 My door is open.  Come with me and we'll explore together!  

*R.M.O. - ridiculously multi-orgasmic

**Beautiful Butterfly - large, lovely labia

***Divine Nectar - female ejaculation

OH!  And welcome to my New Blog.  

Expressing myself through the artistry of words

is another passion of mine.