The following story was submitted in our recent Sensual Story Writing contest
“Sensual Stories to Turn On To”
For your reading pleasure, we present the 2nd runner up:
I remember clearly why I picked David to have my first Deliberate Orgasm, DO Date. It was because after seeing at several events over a few months, he suddenly looked beautiful. I am not saying that he suddenly changed, had a makeover or pulled himself together but because I could finally see something inside him radiating outward, something luminous and shining. He literally looked like he was enveloped in light, shimmering.
I have to admit, he was wearing a lovely grey cashmere sweater that I was dying to touch, stone colored slacks perfectly ironed and a nice pair of shoes. His hair was trim and his glasses framed his green eyes nicely. But it was more about the twinkle in his eye and the sly smile on his face that told me he appreciated me that caught my eye. By the time I got home after the event, I realized he was the man I wanted to touch me, see me.
I had been curious about what a DO Date would be like, thinking what woman wouldn’t want to be given pleasure without any pressure to reciprocate? I am a liberal, single woman with nothing to lose. Yet, I could not seem to ask anyone for a date. The next time I saw David, I asked him and he was very happy to agree.
When we met, I asked if we could grab coffee first and chat. I wanted to sit face to face with him, alone and with no distractions. I had asked a few people, both men and women, to describe a DO Date but I wanted to hear David describe it. As he spoke I felt any last resistances evaporate as I looked into his green eyes and heard what it meant to him. To him, a DO Date was an opportunity to give to a woman something that our society does not think is necessary but he thinks is vital. He believes women should feel so fulfilled that any expression of pleasure they give to a man stems from an overflowing of their own fulfillment. I will never forget, he said that in our society women are usually so depleted that men need to focus on giving them pleasure first and foremost. It was under his gentle gaze and soft smile, I felt the energy he was offering and the intention behind the touch he wanted to share. I was eager to receive.
Our first date was a revelation. I was so surprised at how relaxed I felt and how deeply meditative the experience was. Lovely afternoon light shone through the sheer curtains and he made sure I was warm and comfortable. When he touched me, I felt pleasure both within my body and through waves of peace in my spirit. My mind drifted through images of mountain ranges, stark desert vistas, and canyons flowing with water. Throughout, David grounded me with gentle descriptions of my responses to his touch. His awareness of my experience acted like an anchor, keeping me held and safe. I felt like I was a small child trying to carry a glass of milk across a room, striving to not spill a drop of my bodies response, cherishing and treasuring the rising bloom of warmth and effervescent energy. By our second session, the cup had grown into a vat of warmth, expanding and transcending the limits of my body, our bodies, capable of filling the air around us. I floated in the center of mounting pleasure but David held me safe and his confident gentleness allowed me to neither seek release or find a hard edge of climax. I understood it was the pleasure itself that I wanted to get lost in, drift free of conclusion not reaching some end state of completion.
As lovely as those experiences were, the most phenomenal experience I have had with David came days later, listening to him talk to a group of people. Someone asked him about what he believed. He said that living in the community he does, focusing on taking care of women and giving to them as well as sustaining relationships with other men who believe as he does, was a type of rebellion. In that instant, I could see a new side of his commitment, a tremendous passion to change society for the better. I felt like I could see a flare of light and heat shinning from deep inside him. I was sitting a few feet away and with other between us but suddenly my whole body was full of warmth and light. I felt from head to toe suffused with glowing pleasure. In the past, I had felt a sudden connection with someone but never quite like this. Before I had only felt it in my heart or mind. This time I felt it head to toe. I had never experienced such an empathic connection with anyone that caused every cell of my body to light up and radiate with energy. Suddenly just knowing him, seeing him brought me to a place of full yet simple pleasure that until then I did not know was possible.
The best part of my interactions with David is the lack of urgency. I had always experience attraction and sexuality as an itch that needed scratching, a building of energy that I wanted to release. Being with David has taught me that our most intense pleasure does not need to be spent or released. We can hold it within our bodies and consciousness and treat it as a well of nourishment and happiness, grounded and real. More than just hold it, we can share it across a room, transcending the limit of our bodies, across time apart and with no need to label it or turn it into a specific type of relationship. It can be shared without being explained or channeled into anything other than just was it is, our pleasure.