The 15 Minute Orgasm

I saw Tim Ferriss’s book about “The 4 Hour Body” lying on the bed and thought nothing of it.

But some time later, Ruf revealed the source of a new-found refinement to his technique which had seen me quivering with repeated orgasms for, yes, you’ve guessed it, the best part of 15 minutes.

Which, of course, meant that I had to read the chapter of that same name.

The most important line for me was that a man cannot give a woman an orgasm… only enable her to achieve her own.

Now Ruf is already adept in most of the subtleties of making a woman feel like the most beautiful girl in the world and the only one who matters but it’s definitely a technique that any of my male readers should immediately take on board.

Couple that with looking into my eyes, much snogging and protestations of affection, followed by opening my legs and turning his digital attentions to that small nub of pleasure that lies in the cleft of my groin.

Pushing back the hood with one finger, he placed his index finger on the button and started to gently press it in the direction of ‘one o’clock’. So that’s if you were standing between my legs and looking down at me. Imagine a small clockface is sitting on my pubic bone and that puts one o’clock slightly off centre to my left, your right.

The pressure really is quite minimal but it is enough to send shivers down both my legs, the energy pulsating in my toes and causing an equal and opposite reaction in my vagina, resulting in immediate moistness.

Only moments before, I had been complaining that everything took so much longer to work properly and worrying that I was somehow defective through my lower oestrogen levels.

Ruf smiled at the contrary confirmation from my cunt.

“I think everything is in perfect working order,” he reassured me and proceeded to continue with his experiment until I had spent several minutes moaning and howling as he alternated between tickling my G Spot and returning to the one o’clock clit.

The constant pressure starts a wave which floods through my body before turning back on itself and repeating. Like the fluvo in a swimming pool, it’s a ripple effect that becomes a vortex of pleasure.

With a final ‘grounding’ long hold of the button pushing it straight up against my pubic bone, he brought the testing to a close and climbed on.

The resulting penetration after such prolonged gentle stimulation was enough to send me over the edge in a series of climaxes that left me breathless and gasping.

Thank you, Tim Ferriss!