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I have been wandering a bit over the last several weeks, as a result I haven't been on the site as much as I would like. The truth is I have been away a lot since February. Part of the spotty presence here has been proposal writing at work and project implementation and part has been the writing of my memoirs . . . the writing of personal erotica has been very arousing nad enlightening. It has proven to be very hard to stop when I start and when I start it gets very hard LOL. But there is something else that has been consuming
my attention.

For anyone who has been reading my blog since last summer, you will have noted a couple of things that I wrote about in the last 20 or so entries. First there has been a noteworthy deepening in my sensual - erotic perspective on the world around me. I am acutely aware of it through my attraction to women and my observation of feminine charm. I have not felt like this since my teen years. I have been swooning at all things feminine and all the wonderful women and girls around me. The observation and appreciation of the sensuality of women even in mundane daily life has my mind wandering. With a few ladies in particular, the infatuation has extended into serious fantasies (borderline real thoughts) of infidelity; fortunately none of them have materialized and probably never will. My sexual antennae seem to be hyper extended though.

As an outgrowth of the above I find myself walking around with an anguished longing for J ... I have another blog entry started on the nature of longing; it is just about ready to go, so I won't go on here. All of these things are not a distraction though … they are fueling my writing and my orgasmic acuity.

The biggest distraction has been a recent corner that I have turned in the sexual realization journey in the last 16 years. Through my interest and success in multiple orgasms I have connected with a half dozen guys who are in the same camp that I am in in orgasmic practice. They are in the UK, Canada and the US. All are between 40 and 62. All are married. There is a certain sexual maturity that binds us all as well as a unique appreciation of the spirituality and mystery of female sensuality and sexual response. All of us have had roots in Zen and Kundalini Yoga. Admittedly I am a novice in the group; a few of them are into serious diets, daily meditation and intensive sexual practice. All are accomplished MMO practitioners.

We have formed a group on Yahoo and we are exchanging information daily on multiple orgasmic practice. Through our dialogues on line I have been growing exponentially in my orgasmic ability in the last 4 months, I feel like I am pursuing a graduate degree in advanced orgasm.

Since this began in February I have not used a prostate massager … all of my MMO’s have been self induced with no prostate contact. My skill at willing them to start has grown exponentially in the last two years; in particular the last 4 months have witnessed my skill increasing very significantly. I have learned to will them to happen without intense effort. They have been getting so incredibly intense it is hard to do them in bed with J at night. I shake and moan uncontrollably and sweat heavily while I have been having them.

The orgasms are slower to start but they now grow to such intensity that they go on for a minimum of two hours now. A few weeks ago I had a session in a hotel that went on for 3 and half hours. The significant change has been that they are so intense now that mid way through them my bloodstream is flowing with hormones that cause me to loose my erection. I am now having intense dry orgasms with a flaccid penis. My penis is responding as if I have ejaculated even though I have not and I go on to another hour or more of spasms.

Lastly but most significantly is the actual practice itself. I am no longer doing as strong visualization of erotic scenes. I have learned from my peers to focus more on sensations and my own anatomy to trigger and sustain the orgasms. From my group I have learned that I am not doing MMO’s, I am doing Sequenced Dry Orgasms (SDO’s). Instead of waves of spasms I now look at them as chains of connected pleasurable sensation. There is less down time between sets of spasms as I have learned to link the end of one set to the beginning of the next, causing the session to be a series of connected spasms, each set triggering the next set with minute or two respite and build up between them.

The spasms themselves have also changed. As I am loosing my erection mid way through them, I transition halfway through a session with the orgasms having nothing to do with my flaccid penis. As my penis softens the orgasm is dominated by the sensations in my other male sex organs, my anal canal and my nipples. The center of activity is a volley of pleasurable contractions between my prostate orgasming and my penile bulb orgasming. The spasming of these organs causes intense pleasure and copious precum to run. My anus and rectum are also flexing and popping sympathetically as the orgasms are happening.

The growth and depth of my experience is a result of my interaction with these guys on line is profound; I have gotten much more into my head. The intense sensual perspective I am experiencing is a direct result of these stronger orgasms. They are ten times more intense than orgasms I have from intercourse. I have learned a lot about my other sexual activity thru these orgasms though. I no longer have intercourse for the sensation of orgasm, I have it to be close to J. I have become a much more accommodating lover as a result. This has had a profound impact on J’s desire for sex and her attitude towards me.

The truth is I don’t really care if I cum when we fuck. My ejaculation matters only if I desire the very erotic idea of expressing myself into her. The orgasms that I have in her are not done for orgasmic sensation. They are done to be close to her and give her pleasure and to feel the wonders of skin to skin contact inside her … a very spiritual act in and of itself.

It has been a wonderful 4 months. I have grown a lot. It has drawn me away from here a little but I will be back in the groove soon. In the meanwhile I am maintaining my dialogue with my Sequenced Dry Orgasm Group on a daily basis. Each day I learn more.

Who would have thought at age 60 my appreciation of sex would be as profound as it is. Even more amazing is that it is continuing to grow each day still.

Last night she kissed me just as she has kissed me so many times before. And like so many times before that kiss inflamed my brain and stirred my penis.

When she kisses me like that I am like a fly caught helplessly in her web. Her smoldering eyes attract me to her, they hold me in the helpless entanglement of desire. I am caught, unable to break free of the overwhelming power of her sultry gaze. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I don't want to. Even though I am weak in the knees there is a fire of unmitigated sensual desire that her eyes have ignited in my core. My cock is filling, stiffening and warming with lust blood. So as I stand there helplessly awaiting her sensual attack, my balls start to tingle and the sweet spot between my balls and asshole begins to twitch. My balls tighten to my body readying themselves for the certain stimulation that I know will soon come and cause them to rhythmically pump their hot prize into her mouth, her sodden pussy or onto her open palm. Sometimes it is the exquisite release of my soft hot liquid, pumped into her open palm that I find so sexy. We both watch as my spasming penis fills her cupped palm with my warm eruption; spilling my warm adoration for her as she watches in lusty fascination while her own pussy weeps with warm wet desire.

But as I stand there I don't know what she is thinking and I don't really know what is going to happen. I have been tangled in her web so many times and each time is so unpredictable, I cannot anticipate what will happen this time. So I stand there and watch her as her full warm lips close the distance with my own. It seems like slow motion as our mouths come together. Our lips join with such grace and sensuousness, it seems like an eternity until I feel their soft warmth on my mouth. The breath of her love fills my mouth. It is like a sweet voodoo vapor that invades my mouth, my brain, and my penis causing my prostate to swell and engorge with the cream of my lust. I can sense the hardening and throbbing readiness for pleasure permeating my body, exciting me and teasing me into submission.

She makes me woozy. I cannot stand anymore. That is part of her plan. Once I am in her web and she locks her lips on me she knows I will loose all orientation and collapse onto the bed, the couch or whatever venue she chooses. As she lays me down she plies my consciousness with the passion of her lips. Then as I lay flat and immobile her tongue emerges from her lips like a stinger from a sheath to tantalize and incite my brain and harden my cock. It has been waiting to emerge and inject itself into me and tease my passion. She dances her tongue over my lips and seeks out the warm spaces between lips and gums and the roof of my mouth; she massages my own tongue with the tip of her tongue. Every place she touches inside my mouth receives a sexy sting that makes me want more. Soon I am like a baby bird in a nest mouth open begging for the intrusion of her sensual stinger. Her probing is punctuated by intermittent suckling of my own tongue.

There is thunder in my ears and my eyes cannot stay open. She is filling my body with her lust. My mouth is open wide to receive more. I am gulping air and the vaporous spell of her sexual desire. I want to be filled by her lust. I attempt to drink her desire in gulps to satiate my lustful unquenchable thirst

The fire in me is no longer smoldering … it is an inferno. It is a conflagration of sexual heat that has engulfed my penis and balls; my cock is desperate for her. The rapturous hard knot of my prostate is starting to pulse gently. The inferno is wrapping my penis with sweet desperation for the rapture of release. Her lust has filled my body and I am now totally in her control. All I want is her to consume me.

My penis is turgid as it fills with the hot blood of desire. As it erects and hardens it becomes sensitive to the point of aching. It strains at the air seeking the bliss of sensation that will ultimate trigger its pulsing relief. My cock throbs and dances seeking something that I know is there. But my mind is so cloudy I cannot think. All I can do is feel. I feel the red hot iron of sexual need gripping my penis and pulling on it. I feel the white hot coal of a gland deep inside my asshole swollen to the point of bursting with a cocktail of semen, and passion.

Then I am startled to reality as her mouth separates from my own. Where there was hot female love moments earlier, it suddenly feels cold and abandoned. I feel as alone as puppy lost in the dark woods on a snowy evening. There is a real sense of panic as she leaves me.

It seems like years that I am lying there waiting. But in reality it is only seconds. Then I feel her. Before I feel her mouth I feel her heat. The purple swollen head of my cock feels the warmth of her breath spilling over the sharp cleft that meets just below its weeping slit. That cleft is tingling with anticipation. Its anxiety is wired directly to the glands deep inside of me that are filled and are making crystal clear pre cum ooze from my cock. The throbbing gland inside of me is waiting for the green light to pump my pearly white semen to that slit and make it boil over the cleft like a erotic volcano.

In a flash the heat of breath is replaced by the wet heat of her mouth. She engulfs the swollen crown of my penis in her mouth, trapping it there by putting her teeth just behind the bulbous ridge that defines the mushroom like head of my manhood. The wet heat of her mouth is like the bite of the spider.

The fly that is caught by the spider is wrapped in silken web so it cannot move. Then the spider bites the fly and injects its venom into the fly; the venom kills, but it also liquifies the fly's organs into a jelly like soup which the spider will drain from the lifeless fly's body.

As her teeth grip the crown of my penis and lovingly tug at it, it is like she is injecting me with venom. But this venom does not kill . . . it incites. It incites ragging raw boiling sexual sensation. The sensation explodes in me and causes me to break out in an erotic sweat. It fills me with such desire that my very soul melts just like the organs of the fly. Soon my entire body is full of my steaming white cream. She has achieved her goal. I have been reduced to being a stone hard instrument that she will soon mount and she will drain the very essence of me and take it into her own body to savor and taste and hold. I will be drained and relieved but I will be bonded to her and her alone. I will have given her my soul.

I am quaking with the intense desperate need to release.

I look down for the first time at her face buried in my groin where she is greedily suckling at my cock head and in a voice that is raspy with ragging desire, I beg her. “Fuck me oh god please fuck me” I groan.

She looks up with an evil grin. Then she straightens up and moves in for the kill. With a movement that is both fluid and efficient she swings her legs over my thighs and straddles me. I am being trapped in the silken downy cocoon of her pussy. She then reaches down and directs the tip of my penis which is glistening with her saliva and the drool of precum that is rolling out of my raw pink slit. Then with the dexterity of a surgeon she directs my steaming probe to the glistening lips of her pussy.

Then like a ballerina on point she lowers herself and impales her aching pussy on my rigid pink pole. The sensation of being filled by me as she lowers herself onto me makes her entire body shudder. My big hot penis in her vagina feels relieving like scratching an itch, as it penetrates her it is rapturous like massaging a sore muscle, when it sinks to the bottom of her vagina it makes her heart race like a dramatic moment in a movie. But all of these sensations are centered not in her brain they are centered deep inside her vagina.

Once I am deep inside her she begins a dance that is as old as time. It is a dance that is not taught in steps in a sterile room. It is a dance that is handed down over the eons from one women to the next; it is handed down not in words or deeds but by instinct and sexual need.

It is an instinctive dance which makes her grind her pubic bone on the meaty base of my cock, mashing her clit against the top of my shaft where it meets my abdomen. Her own juice pools on my belly and offers a blissful cushion to stimulate her clit to full hardness. She holds her breath as she presses against me and rocks her pelvis on me, massaging her clit on my slippery arm skin. Then when the distant voices of women past whisper in her ear she grips the base of my cock with her pussy lips and tugs at the shaft gently. Then she holds it in her slippery silken lips and slides up the shaft squeezing it as she pulls up on it. Then suddenly she drops down again, impaling herself and beginning the process again and again until the stimulation she derives from it jangles her brain to send a jolting message to her agonized pussy.

When the stimulation is so intense that it crackles on her skin like static electricity, the message releases her orgasmic bliss. In wave after wave of intense pleasure her vagina contracts and releases in orgasmic bliss. Her pussy clamps and squeezes at my cock finding immense pleasure in the fullness that it grants her swooning pussy.

I am a seething poolof sexual cream that wants nothing more than to empty into her. There is no man left inside of me. All there is is a boiling pool of white creamy man sex. A pearlescent cocktail of my lust, my semen, the heat of passion and the soft and sweet pleasure of my love for her.

I stiffen as my cock yields to the spell that she has cast on me. The fire of passion wraps itself around my cock and squeezes it; then it crackles down over my balls and up into my asshole. Then drilling deep into my asshole with fiery determination it finds the swollen seat of my lust and grips my prostate in an iron grip of pleasure. My anguished gland can't tolerate any more pleasure and it succumbs helplessly to its hunger for orgasm. Then as if in a sexual seizure I go rigid and push up into her. The pleasure of pumping my cum into her is absolute. Every bit of my being is focused on the rigid flesh in my groin that is buried deep inside her sweet wet and warm hole. All I can think about is the extreme joy I am experiencing as my anguished cock conveys my steaming juice deep into her thirsty vagina.

When I am done pulsing in her I am empty and spent. Sheis full and satisfied. The spider has had a delicious meal. She rolls onto her back and savors my sweet liquid delicacy that she holds in the depths of her vagina. In a creamy – dreamy stupor she lays next to me and treasures the nectar that she has sucked from my hard cock. She is satisfied because she feels the warm soft pleasure of my love in her, but she is also satisfied because she knows that I am a willing fly that will gladly throw myself in her web whenever she looks at me with those sultry eyes.