There have been some very good entries for my first erotic story competition but not quite enough to make a serious contest out of it. So I’m going to extend the deadline to 31st January 2012. Instead of the usual party games for New Year, why not try collaborating on some erotica instead? With a group of friends you could take turns to read out your wildest experiences. Or if it’s just you and your partner you could each set down your reactions to the things you’ve done. You’ll discover some interesting things about one another, I’m sure. (For details see my blog ‘Erotic Story Competition’ dated November 11.)
From Mr S, Cardiff.
I read your book Have Great Sex a couple of weeks ago and found quite a lot of new ideas. But the thing that really blew my mind was the section on anal sex.
It’s not as if I’d never heard of anal sex. I’d just never dared try it before. Mostly my partner likes sex face up but from time to time we’d do doggy and every time I’d be seeing that cute little arsehole of hers. I like to put my hands on her buttocks and gently spread them apart so I get a better view. I have to tell you it really is lovely. Perfect. It makes me so excited. Everything about her arse and between her legs is a delight.
Following your advice I bought some lubricant. I got KY jelly and, as you suggested, diluted some with water in a little bottle and left the rest in the tube. Then while we were having sex in doggy – or, as you call it, cuddly bears – I put a little neat KY on my finger and carefully massaged her arsehole. I didn’t know what her reaction would be but she didn’t ask me to stop so I continued. After a bit I added some more KY and actually pushed my finger in a little way. She still didn’t say anything so I withdrew my finger, added still more KY, then slid my finger all the way in.
It was a beautiful sensation. It all felt so warm and smooth and tight and when I imagined my penis being in there rather than my finger my head was reeling. And here’s a funny thing. I felt excitement in my own arsehole. We haven’t both got a penis and we haven’t both got a vagina but we’ve both got an arsehole. And as I played with hers so I also thought about somebody playing with mine. She couldn’t – not in this position, anyway – so I fantasized that one of her friends was behind me, sliding a finger into me.
As you can imagine, I was getting pretty excited, but I didn’t know what to do next. So I asked her, ‘Is that nice?’ She gave a little groan, which I took to be a little groan of pleasure rather than pain, and spread her legs a little wider. Encouraged, I said, ‘I’d really like to try fucking you in the arse.’ There was a little pause and then she said, ‘You can try.’
I now withdrew from her pussy (which, by the way is wonderful), took the container of diluted KY, spread some on my penis and trickled a bit more into the crack at the top of her buttocks. Then, taking my penis in my hand, I held the tip against her arsehole and pushed. There was a bit of resistance then a movement and I felt myself in somewhere warm and moist and lovely. But looking down I saw that I had skidded into her vagina and wasn’t in her arsehole at all. Well, of course, I didn’t know how an arsehole is supposed to feel.
I tried again but still there was resistance and I was suddenly overcome with self-doubt. My face flushed and my penis began to go down. It was quite alarming. Here I was, able to do something I’d been dreaming of, something incredibly erotic, and I was making a mess of it. I reminded myself that this used to be illegal and that people had been imprisoned for it. Or worse. That in itself was an exciting thought but my penis failed to respond and without a stiff erection I knew it would be impossible to get in.
Then I heard my partner say, ‘Fuck me in the arse.’ The words were thrilling. ‘Fuck me in the arse,’ she repeated. ‘I want it up the arse.’ Immediately I felt my penis give a little jerk. ‘I just love it up the arse,’ she went on. ‘Lube me and use me.’
At that I was completely overcome with desire for her and for her arsehole. Any time she wants to arouse me she only has to say words like that. I trickled a little more lubricant onto my penis and felt the blood returning. But it still wasn’t hard enough for that tight little hole.
‘Tell me again,’ I said. ‘Tell me how much you love it.’
Her voice sounded quite fierce now. ‘I’m really dirty and I love dirty things,’ she said. ‘I love it up the arse. Do it now.’
Saying that she turned her face sideways on the pillow, reached behind with both hands and spread her own buttocks. That caused her gorgeous little hole to open a little. At the sight of it my penis went as hard as an iron bar and, placing the head of it against the aperture, I gave a gentle push and was inside.
Immediately, I gasped at the sensation. Firstly there was the realisation that I actually was fucking her in her arsehole. Then there was the sensation of tightness, smoothness, warmth and, thanks to the lubricant, slipperiness. It was so overwhelming that I almost came right at that moment. I didn’t dare move for a few seconds, but that was okay because she needed time to get used to it, too.
Then I began moving very gently. It was utter bliss. Paradise couldn’t be any better. Looking down I could see my penis moving backwards and forwards and her arsehole gripping it all the way round. Just seeing it was so exciting that I nearly came a second time and had to close my eyes. It was as if my penis was going right up the middle of her. Right up something that, I knew, passed through her abdomen. A tube that went from her mouth to her arse. It was so intimate and, somehow, so fundamental. I felt something quite mystical. This, I thought to myself, is as good as it gets.
It was difficult to know what she was feeling. I asked if she’d like me to wank her at the same time. She said no, but after a few moments I felt her move her hand so she could rub her clit. It’s a gorgeous little thing, by the way. She has these darling little lips, one slightly longer than the other, coming together at what I call her ‘knob’. And then, if you retract the hood a bit, you see this tiny, tiny red organ, smaller than a lentil and yet so incredibly powerful.
So she was rubbing herself and I was fucking her arsehole and the only thing I could think of that could make it even better would be if someone was playing with my arsehole. So I reached around and pushed my own finger up inside myself – it was already dripping with lubricant. The effect of it all together was amazing. I was just swimming in dopamine.
Her hand was moving faster and faster now and she was making whimpering noises. I love it when she makes a noise. The louder the better. So I could tell she was going to come at any moment and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to slide out because it was so gorgeous in there. On the other hand, I didn’t know how she’d feel about me ejaculating inside her arse. Anyway, it was too late to make a decision because suddenly she was coming and I could feel it right through the wall of her anal canal and rectum. I sort of clung to her like a drowning man in a storm, doing my best not to come, too. Wave after wave of sensation tantalized my penis but I managed to hold off and then things were calm again. Slowly I withdrew and waited for her to say something.
‘Go and wash,’ she said. ‘Then come back and fuck me in the cunt.’
Which I did. And it seemed to me she had the biggest orgasm of her life. Her eyes rolled up and her entire body shook. And I’m sure that was down to the anal stimulation. It just magnified everything. And it was the same for me. The semen just kept pumping and pumping and pumping.
Can I suggest that in the next edition of your book you advise women to talk dirty when anal sex is being attempted. And to make a lot of encouraging noises. It can make all the difference and, apart from that, it’s incredibly thrilling.
From: Ms K of Canterbury
Dear Mr Jenner
I am an 18 year old girl and I have had a serious boyfriend for about ten months. I started university last Autumn and and he is soon going away to another university. He wants to have sex to “cement” our relationship but I don’t want to yet. Although I wore a chastity ring when I was 16 I don’t now, I sort of grew out of it but I am still unsure about having full intercourse with him at the moment. My aunt has your book, Get Intimate With Tantric Sex and she lent it to me after she found me sneaking a look the other day. She says it is a serious reflection on the whole art and spirituality of sex, not just how to have a quick bonk behind the bike sheds. I am hoping my boyfriend will see, as I think I do, that there is no need to rush things and better, perhaps to build up our love and passion by following some of the techniques you outline. We have discussed this and we have, on our increasingly rare moments together tried to meditate and concentrate on our sexual energy as you suggest quite early on in the book.
Last weekend we decided to try moving around the energy. We sat close and opposite one another and closed our eyes. As a warm up we carried out the visualisation you suggest for moving energy around different parts of the body, starting with the hands. I could hear my boyfriend’s breathing change, deeper and louder and I think I was the same. I snatched a quick look at him and I could see he was getting quite into the mediation and I could also see that under his sweat pants his penis was getting quite hard. I shut my eyes tight but although I was trying to feel the energy in all different parts of the body, I couldn’t help concentrating on between my legs. I was getting quite wet and my mouth was dry. I didn’t want to swallow because every tiny move seemed so loud and I knew if my boyfriend heard my swallowing he would know how excited I was getting. I could hear him groan a little and I knew he was touching himself now. I didn’t mind and I wasn’t shocked as I was shifting about myself. I was so wet and excited and my knees felt like water. I was touching myself through my clothes but even that was enough and I started rubbing quite hard. I wanted my boyfriend to see and when I looked up he was sweating and getting very excited. I think I had an orgasm almost at exactly the same time as he did and we lay in each other’s arms for quite a while afterwards, quite exhausted but elated. Some time afterwards when we could talk properly we agreed that although we hadn’t had full intercourse, this way of moving energy around had already been great. Thank you.
From: Mr D, Birmingham.
I’d like to thank you for writing Get Intimate With Tantric Sex. I was looking for a book that might help me and my wife and when I came across yours it was the obvious choice because, although she wouldn’t admit it, I’m sure my wife has always felt guilty about sex. Something to do with her upbringing, no doubt. So our sex life has been difficult and for the last couple of years there’s not been much.
When I read how sex could be spiritual I wondered if that could be the way to overcome her inhibitions. I’ll admit that at first I wasn’t actually very interested in the spiritual side of it. I just wanted to have a good sex life. I was using it as an excuse. So I began talking to her about the spiritual side of sex and how it could be a religious experience. She had a look for herself and eventually I got her to agree to try nyasa. She sat up on the bed, supported by some pillows, and I caressed her and massaged her breasts and different places until, finally, I bowed down between her thighs saying that she was a goddess and that her yoni was the entrance to paradise etc. etc. My face was closer to her yoni than it had ever been in all those years of marriage. I knew she could feel my hot breath on her because she moaned a little each time I breathed out. I moved my lips closer and closer until her pubic hair was tickling me and then, very, very gently, I put out my tongue and touched it against her clitoris. It was as if I’d given her an electric shock. For a moment she didn’t know what to do, but then I felt her open her thighs wider and I knew she wanted me to do it some more. So I pressed my tongue against her ‘sacred’ yoni. It was so unbelievably smooth and soon I was tasting the juice that flowed out of her. The strange thing is that when I thought about it later I really did feel as if I’d absorbed some of her ‘female essences’ and become more in touch with my own feminine side.
Anyway, to get back to where I was, she was moaning in a way she never had before and soon she was begging me to slide into her. The next big new thing was this idea of holding back ejaculation. I now realise I hardly ever gave my wife time to orgasm before, which is probably why she’d never developed much of a taste for sex. Using the ‘locking method’ and the psychological techniques that you described I was able to keep going and going. She had at least three orgasms and I almost came each time. And every time I nearly came it was like moving up to another level of ecstasy. I’d never felt sensations like it before. The whole inside of her vagina felt swollen and electric and very, very wet. As for my wife, she was almost delirious. In the past she sometimes had one orgasm, more often no orgasm, and now she’d had three in a row.I said to her to think about the most spiritual scene she could imagine and to hold onto that image and then we would both come together. At this she went absolutely crazy. I wouldn’t have believed how far she could get her legs open as she pulled me into her and we timed it to perfection. Her eyes actually rolled up and she told me afterwards she really had seen a vision of paradise.
I’ll admit that I just saw your book as a means to an end. But we’re now both of us really into Tantric sex, the physical and the spiritual. My wife still has a bit of a way to go before she’ll do the most ‘exotic’ things you describe, but I’m sure we’ll get there. Now we both use the expression ‘shall we pray?’ And then we do…
From: Ms C, Weybridge
I felt I just had to write to you about your book “Get Intimate with Tantric Sex” as I feel it has probably changed my life. For the better I am sure.
As a suburban woman in my late 40’s I count myself as well educated, well balanced and, above all, someone open to new experiences. I am in a long-term relationship, not married but living with a man who is loving, kind and in whom I have the utmost respect.
The only problem has been that our sex-life has not been as active or exciting as either of us would like. It’s difficult to explain why but I think we have both become a little too staid, and perhaps have even always been somewhat inhibited in our approach to the bedroom.
So I bought the book. I didn’t want to purchase something which was overtly a sex manual. That would have seemed too pointed a way of saying I wasn’t satisfied. But the idea of combining something as historical and fascinating as Tantra and its influence on sex seemed ideal.
We have read through the book, mostly together and mostly when we get ourselves to bed (we now always try to make sure we go to bed at the same time for this time is naturally a very intimate one).
I feel that one of the most important things we have both learned is to be much more open with firstly ourselves and then, of course, with each other.
Your Chapter 3, Breaking Taboos, was the key to progress and, to date much more carefree, joyful and successful sex.
Let me tell you a little about how we followed your advice.
One evening we went to bed a little earlier than usual. The bedroom was warm, the bed also and I had got into the habit of always lighting some incense sticks and some candles when I went up to turn on the electric blanket. Even if sex isn’t contemplated the bedroom becomes a boudoir, a very special place like this.
Instead of getting ready for bed as we usually do – each on his or her own side, a modest if not embarrassed shedding of clothes, I suggested my lover came around to my side and undress me.
I was wearing a silk shirt with a lot of buttons and he started fumbling with them one, by one. “Rip it off” I whispered, and he did, in one hard wrench. It was so exciting. With the tatters of the shirt still around my shoulders, he pulled off the bra and I wriggled out of my skirt. Now just the panties. They had to be ripped off as well. I was enjoying this. We fell onto the bed, hotter and wetter than almost ever before. I lay with my hips on the bed but my legs, wide open, still on the floor. My lover pushed my thighs apart and licked and sucked at my crotch as never before. We were panting deliciously and when he entered me I arched my back and groaned out loud. That was pure sexual pleasure and it was wonderful.
I felt a little sorry about the silk blouse afterwards, but together we will go on a shopping expedition to replace it and the panties and what’s more we will be ensuring that the wardrobe is well-stocked with rippables.