“So what actually happened?” Snake asked during our debrief—a ritual that had already become an essential part of our interaction.
Each time, we spent no less time discussing everything that had unfolded during the practices than the practice itself had taken. For me, these conversations were an essential stage of awareness and integration—a way to move deeper into understanding and later pass that knowledge on to my students. For Snake, they were a vital key to understanding the Feminine.
In the debriefs, I described what I felt, as each shared practice revealed orgasms I had never known before, at increasingly profound levels. I kept repeating the same phrase: “Today I felt pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before!”—and not once was I exaggerating. Ecstasy hit with fresh, unknown intensity each time, opening my heart and expanding my consciousness.
“It was a G-spot orgasm without fluid release,” I replied to Snake. “And not just one—two. If you had continued the gentle stimulation, there could have been more. But today, we clearly overloaded the system.”
“But why no squirt?” Snake asked, sounding slightly disappointed.
“Please, don’t attach so much importance to the fluid release. These processes don’t have to be connected at all. For a G-spot orgasm, all it takes is to find it and stimulate it gently, allowing the orgasm to unfold smoothly, subtly, and with lasting intensity. Notice that there were no convulsions the first time—I was breathing and floating. The second time, you applied more intensity, and honestly, it felt mixed: brighter, but the orgasm itself was disrupted by convulsive bodily reactions, like a powerful stream of energy slamming under pressure into different parts of me, causing spasms. But the moment you held me and I felt safe, the energy instantly began to settle—and only then did it start flowing through my body. That was when I finally felt ecstasy. You know, today one belief finally shattered for me—the idea that a full-body orgasm means convulsions. Looking back at all our experiences where gentle pulsation was accompanied by a sense of flight and leaving the body, I’m sure true orgasm is what lies beyond physical reactions.”
“So… does that mean I didn’t manage to find all the grains of rice?” he asked.
“I guess it just means it’s not about the grains of rice.”
“Then what is it about?”
“Love…”
I looked at him, understanding on one level that we were stepping into territory far beyond friendship or shared sexual exploration—and at the same time feeling that we had crossed all possible boundaries long ago, simply not ready to admit it.
“Love it is…” he said softly. “Come here.”
I nestled into his warm embrace, filled with love I’d never known before…
“I love you,” I whispered silently to him.
“And I love you,” his thoughts echoed back.
Each time, we spent no less time discussing everything that had unfolded during the practices than the practice itself had taken. For me, these conversations were an essential stage of awareness and integration—a way to move deeper into understanding and later pass that knowledge on to my students. For Snake, they were a vital key to understanding the Feminine.
In the debriefs, I described what I felt, as each shared practice revealed orgasms I had never known before, at increasingly profound levels. I kept repeating the same phrase: “Today I felt pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before!”—and not once was I exaggerating. Ecstasy hit with fresh, unknown intensity each time, opening my heart and expanding my consciousness.
“It was a G-spot orgasm without fluid release,” I replied to Snake. “And not just one—two. If you had continued the gentle stimulation, there could have been more. But today, we clearly overloaded the system.”
“But why no squirt?” Snake asked, sounding slightly disappointed.
“Please, don’t attach so much importance to the fluid release. These processes don’t have to be connected at all. For a G-spot orgasm, all it takes is to find it and stimulate it gently, allowing the orgasm to unfold smoothly, subtly, and with lasting intensity. Notice that there were no convulsions the first time—I was breathing and floating. The second time, you applied more intensity, and honestly, it felt mixed: brighter, but the orgasm itself was disrupted by convulsive bodily reactions, like a powerful stream of energy slamming under pressure into different parts of me, causing spasms. But the moment you held me and I felt safe, the energy instantly began to settle—and only then did it start flowing through my body. That was when I finally felt ecstasy. You know, today one belief finally shattered for me—the idea that a full-body orgasm means convulsions. Looking back at all our experiences where gentle pulsation was accompanied by a sense of flight and leaving the body, I’m sure true orgasm is what lies beyond physical reactions.”
“So… does that mean I didn’t manage to find all the grains of rice?” he asked.
“I guess it just means it’s not about the grains of rice.”
“Then what is it about?”
“Love…”
I looked at him, understanding on one level that we were stepping into territory far beyond friendship or shared sexual exploration—and at the same time feeling that we had crossed all possible boundaries long ago, simply not ready to admit it.
“Love it is…” he said softly. “Come here.”
I nestled into his warm embrace, filled with love I’d never known before…
“I love you,” I whispered silently to him.
“And I love you,” his thoughts echoed back.