2. •When my husband’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 I’m too nervous? What if my
husband has no interest in Orgasmic Meditation, or Slow Sex,
or Nicole Daedone’s groundbreaking work? Does he think he
doesn’t turn me on (not true!)? What if he’s too tired? What if
I’m too tired?
“I want to try something new,” I said.
“OK,” he replied.
“It’s ... you know how...I thought...I was reading this article
today.”
“Mmmm.”
“It’s...have you heard of Nicole Daedone?”
“No.”
“She’s...I want to try Orgasmic Meditation with you.”
3. •That got his attention. I explained Nicole Daedone’s
fundamentals. “The thing that really gets me excited,” I
explained, “is 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 -- it’s like Nicole Daedone wrote
that for me. That pressure alone is enough to stop me
from really enjoying anything.”
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. •I 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 Daedone’s Orgasmic Meditation were so
intense, and much more meaningful than the ability to
orgasm.
5. •Did I orgasm, ultimately? I’ve got no idea. I couldn’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.