Yvonne and I slept in this morning. Even with the extra sleep I had low energy most of the day. We had a later than usual house meeting. We suggested a meeting at 12:30 on the family skype hotlist, our main on-line means of keeping all the tribe members abreast of all the happenings of the day. It’s great since we generally have people in at least three locations, i.e. San Francisco, and the two houses at the ranch.
At house meetings everyone has a turn to speak. It is a chance to acknowledge your life and often to give specific frames of how you or others have benefitted from living by the viewpoints of a pleasure based life. Today, as is often the case, we got high in the house meeting. It wasn’t like a stroll in the park to get the point where we felt high. It was a circuitous road for some of us today. Debbie told about her wins in playing a supporting role in the preparations of the thanksgiving dinner, but then she started to feel sad about herself. When someone goes off the track of describing winning, pleasurable frames, they are often steered back onto the track of winning by one of the teachers, the members of the WC. But it doesn’t always look like they are steered back to a winning viewpoint. It’s like seduction. If you take someone in the direction they are already going, like if they are going down and you take them down even farther, they have the opportunity to choose to bounce back up. It’s a chance too for them to find their own rightness.
This happened several times today. At a certain point in the meeting, I noticed my vision was sharp and had full contrast, though I wasn’t wearing my glasses. My eyes were totally relaxed, and I could see the whites of Sheri’s eyes across the room and the shapes of the gold leaves in the trees outside. I was high from feeling the group coming up to higher viewpoints, and we all were.
Back at the brown house, after a lunch of leftover turkey sandwiches with chutney, Yvonne and I went down to the den for a DO date. We got into the standard DO position, her lying on her back with her right leg resting over my right leg, my left leg over her abdomen. In this manner we talked a bit about the house meeting, and she told me she was high as well. When I started stroking the glans of her clitoris, we took the high from the house meeting and went higher. Her glans was protruding a little bit at first, and my finger glided up and down in the valley that was formed on the left side of it. As her clit became more engorged, it protruded farther, and I stroked lighter, and with shorter strokes, until it was as though a tiny point on my fingertip was contacting a tiny point on the curvature of the earth. That may seem like an exaggeration, but when you have all your attention on a woman’s clitoris, it literally becomes your whole world.
I continued stroking with light, continuous, connected strokes that brought her higher and higher. She said it felt so good. My whole body felt relaxed and weightless. When I had the thought that it was as high as we would go, I gently brought her down with intention and slightly heavier strokes. When I took my finger off, Yvonne said it felt like her body was weightless, and there was a cushion of air between her and the bed. She said that was good, a very good DO date. To be specific, it was better than any one we had ever had before.
We were high and my energy was still low, and we took a nap on the king sized bed.
Dinner was delicious home grown pork, home grown acorn squash, and roasted vegetables including potatoes, turnips, carrots, and others. After dinner, we were cleaning up the kitchen and Yvonne was turned on and flirtatious. With her arms around me, she said “you haven’t asked me to dance all day”. We went back down to the den, and practiced our baby, which is this tango milonga called Mano Brava which we have been learning the choreography to for a couple of months. After having the best DO date ever, we had our best dance practice ever. We even videoed it. It was so much fun. We were high.