The Unending End Result, Part II
โ€ขWhen my husbandโ€™s key turned in the lock, I just about jumped
out of my skin. All my doubts came to the surface. Is there
something wrong with me? What if Iโ€™m too nervous? What if my
husband has no interest in Orgasmic Meditation, or Slow Sex,
or Nicole Daedoneโ€™s groundbreaking work? Does he think he
doesnโ€™t turn me on (not true!)? What if heโ€™s too tired? What if
Iโ€™m too tired?
โ€œI want to try something new,โ€ I said.
โ€œOK,โ€ he replied.
โ€œItโ€™s ... you know how...I thought...I was reading this article
today.โ€
โ€œMmmm.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s...have you heard of Nicole Daedone?โ€
โ€œNo.โ€
โ€œSheโ€™s...I want to try Orgasmic Meditation with you.โ€
โ€ขThat got his attention. I explained Nicole Daedoneโ€™s
fundamentals. โ€œThe thing that really gets me excited,โ€ I
explained, โ€œis the idea that there is no end result, just
the concentration on the pleasure and sensation for the
entire 15 minutes of stroking. Taking away the pressure
of needing to orgasm -- itโ€™s like Nicole Daedone wrote
that for me. That pressure alone is enough to stop me
from really enjoying anything.โ€
Five minutes later, I had my pants off and was lying on
the bed with him sitting next to me, his finger on my
clitoris. Resisting the urge to speed up, he admitted,
took self-control, but the grin on his face said it all. He
loved it.
โ€ขI described what I was feeling as the time went by. A
few awkward giggles at the beginning quickly subsided
and became surprised laughter. This was fun! A
pleasant buzzing sensation. Sensitivity to the slightest
touch, or vibration. I closed my eyes and actually felt
my head spinning. All of these sensations that came
with Nicole Daedoneโ€™s Orgasmic Meditation were so
intense, and much more meaningful than the ability to
orgasm.
โ€ขDid I orgasm, ultimately? Iโ€™ve got no idea. I couldnโ€™t
care less. In the 15 (OK, 20) minutes alone with my
husband stroking me, my heart raced, there was
quivering, shortness of breath, moaning, rosy cheeks,
and glassy eyes. Perhaps I did after all.

The Unending End Result, Part II

  • 1.
    The Unending EndResult, Part II
  • 2.
    โ€ขWhen my husbandโ€™skey turned in the lock, I just about jumped out of my skin. All my doubts came to the surface. Is there something wrong with me? What if Iโ€™m too nervous? What if my husband has no interest in Orgasmic Meditation, or Slow Sex, or Nicole Daedoneโ€™s groundbreaking work? Does he think he doesnโ€™t turn me on (not true!)? What if heโ€™s too tired? What if Iโ€™m too tired? โ€œI want to try something new,โ€ I said. โ€œOK,โ€ he replied. โ€œItโ€™s ... you know how...I thought...I was reading this article today.โ€ โ€œMmmm.โ€ โ€œItโ€™s...have you heard of Nicole Daedone?โ€ โ€œNo.โ€ โ€œSheโ€™s...I want to try Orgasmic Meditation with you.โ€
  • 3.
    โ€ขThat got hisattention. I explained Nicole Daedoneโ€™s fundamentals. โ€œThe thing that really gets me excited,โ€ I explained, โ€œis the idea that there is no end result, just the concentration on the pleasure and sensation for the entire 15 minutes of stroking. Taking away the pressure of needing to orgasm -- itโ€™s like Nicole Daedone wrote that for me. That pressure alone is enough to stop me from really enjoying anything.โ€ Five minutes later, I had my pants off and was lying on the bed with him sitting next to me, his finger on my clitoris. Resisting the urge to speed up, he admitted, took self-control, but the grin on his face said it all. He loved it.
  • 4.
    โ€ขI described whatI was feeling as the time went by. A few awkward giggles at the beginning quickly subsided and became surprised laughter. This was fun! A pleasant buzzing sensation. Sensitivity to the slightest touch, or vibration. I closed my eyes and actually felt my head spinning. All of these sensations that came with Nicole Daedoneโ€™s Orgasmic Meditation were so intense, and much more meaningful than the ability to orgasm.
  • 5.
    โ€ขDid I orgasm,ultimately? Iโ€™ve got no idea. I couldnโ€™t care less. In the 15 (OK, 20) minutes alone with my husband stroking me, my heart raced, there was quivering, shortness of breath, moaning, rosy cheeks, and glassy eyes. Perhaps I did after all.