Recently, and I mean very recently, I’ve begun to delve into the tantric arts. Having read, heard, and felt the need to learn a skill I feel I’ll never use may baffle some, I really think every man in America should practice the art form for their own sanity.
The very idea of sleeping with a woman without cumming scares the shit out of me. What is sex without the bang at the end? To me this was the very source of enjoyment that came with sex. And yet the more I study the art, the more I feel the need to let go of the very act of letting go.
Living for the cum is a lifestyle beset by instant gratification and frankly self-centeredness. Not to say a good orgasm isn’t welcome, of fucking necessary, but just fucking to get off becomes dull.
Pleasure to me stems from both partners and involves the give and take of taking control and passing it to the partner when the time is deemed right. If a woman isn’t required to orgasm every time, what gives the man the right to orgasm every time at the expense of the woman?
Besides this argument for equal rights beneath the sheets, the question becomes how great of a lover does the man appear to be when he can’t even control his own burst of semen?
Wanna impress a woman? Here’s a tip: The next time you dip it in, pull it out fresh and without that release. See what she thinks.