Our days on the Island of Gods flowed in a smooth rhythm of knowledge and hands-on experience, harmoniously weaving into a beautiful exchange. I shared what I knew and felt; he listened attentively, asked questions, and then, with the sincere excitement of an explorer, sought to embody it in practice. There was something profoundly intimate in this, yet light—as if learning itself had become our special form of closeness, a game where mind and body walked hand in hand.
“So, that’s about it, my favorite student. Any questions?” I wrapped up my detailed lecture on the physiological, psychological, and energetic aspects of squirting, adjusting my glasses like a sexy teacher.
I knew Snake wanted to give me that pleasure. In a way, I wanted it too. But in my mind, our subtle connection simply didn’t align with the brutal technique of pounding sprays out of the body.
“Shall we try?” For the first time, I heard uncertainty in his voice—clearly mirroring my own inner resistance. In truth, it wasn’t only about the roughness of the technique, but also about a deeper fear: losing my head to love. This particular type of orgasm, for certain physiological reasons, triggers hormonal changes that awaken a state of unconditional love and attachment in a woman toward the one who evokes it.
“Let’s start with a massage, Doctor, and see where the flow leads.”
“Take off your panties, Miss Ray,” he commanded, undressing me with his eyes.
…
“Remember? We’re hunting rice grains,” I whispered playfully, watching him as he rubbed warm coconut oil into my cool skin.
“Until I find every single one, I’m not letting you go anywhere,” Snake replied, his low voice wrapping around me.
“Then I’ll pray you search forever…” My heart fluttered—excitement mixed with another feeling I was carefully trying to suppress…
He kissed me, and in that very moment a desire surged to forget all this teaching, to simply press closer and freeze there, silently conveying what I’d long wanted to say…
It was his best massage. From my fingertips to the crown of my head, he wrapped every inch of my vibrating body in loving attention. He was clearly determined to find all those pesky “rice grains”—and, I must say, he was doing beautifully. I noted how soft and yielding my body had become in his presence. It felt as though we had already reached a level of closeness where no blocks remained.
He kissed my chest. The warm, gentle touch of his lips instantly sparked an orgasmic flash low in my belly—then another, and another… His hand slid to my neck. He began to knead it slowly and sensually, applying pressure near my collarbones. Every movement of his hand echoed deep in my throat. I felt the same within my yoni. When he pressed lightly into the hollow at the base of my throat, my cervix began to pulse, sending vibrating waves of ecstasy through my entire body. My breathing grew deep and hoarse.
With his other hand, he slowly slid down to my yoni and let out an aroused exhale the moment he felt how wet I was. Instinctively inhaling his breath, I absorbed the energetic wave of his arousal—it rushed up my spine and exploded in sparkling fireworks at my third eye.
“You’re a miracle…” he whispered hotly. “Ready?”
“Yes, Doctor, you may proceed,” I replied, my voice trembling with arousal.
Very slowly, using massaging pressure, he explored the already swollen area along the front wall of my yoni, gradually moving upward—toward the base of the pubic bone. Suddenly, an electric sensation hit: I need to pee.
“Found it!” I breathed. “Stay right there.”
He continued massaging the spot, which kept slipping away from his fingers. It felt like playing hide-and-seek—shifting up or down the front wall, mysterious and elusive. Then he pressed the fingers of his other hand into the hollow above the pubic bone from the outside—and instantly trapped the G-spot beneath a thin layer of skin.
“Oh God, please don’t take the other hand away. That’s perfect.”
He continued the massage, and my urge to pee grew stronger by the second—until suddenly it transformed into a vibrating pulsation spreading through my entire pelvic area. It was an orgasm. I drifted into it, as if slowly sinking through the bed into another reality. Never before had a G-orgasm felt so soft and all-encompassing. I savored this ecstatic bliss, while Snake was baffled by my state—clearly supreme ecstasy, yet no promised convulsions or release of fluid.
“What just happened?” Snake asked in confusion when I returned from ”the other side.”
“An orgasm…” I exhaled, barely gathering my thoughts into words.
Then I felt the G-zone still pulsing subtly, ready to erupt again—brighter, stronger.
“Please continue, Snake,” I asked.
He held the G-spot firmly between his fingers and resumed stimulation—more intensely now. The orgasm exploded, electrifying my entire body. Pleasure surged to its peak and then abruptly collapsed, leaving me convulsing, utterly unable to regain control of either body or consciousness. My pelvis flooded with sweet relaxation, while the rest of my body tensed to the limit. Total muscular failure, no ability to focus or engage the mind—only instinctive, chaotic movements and reactions. I cried, laughed, and helplessly tried to grab Snake, to pull him closer.
It wasn’t the first time he had seen this kind of reaction from me, but he sensed how vulnerable I was in that moment. He wrapped me tightly in his arms, taking my trembling body under his control, and only then did I finally breathe—feeling his warmth and protection.
My breathing steadied, the trembling faded, replaced by pleasant waves of ecstasy flowing from groin to crown.
“My girl…” he whispered, kissing the corner of my eye, where tears—of bliss or vulnerability—were still flowing.
“Yours…” I whispered back, drowning in love for this Man.
“So, that’s about it, my favorite student. Any questions?” I wrapped up my detailed lecture on the physiological, psychological, and energetic aspects of squirting, adjusting my glasses like a sexy teacher.
I knew Snake wanted to give me that pleasure. In a way, I wanted it too. But in my mind, our subtle connection simply didn’t align with the brutal technique of pounding sprays out of the body.
“Shall we try?” For the first time, I heard uncertainty in his voice—clearly mirroring my own inner resistance. In truth, it wasn’t only about the roughness of the technique, but also about a deeper fear: losing my head to love. This particular type of orgasm, for certain physiological reasons, triggers hormonal changes that awaken a state of unconditional love and attachment in a woman toward the one who evokes it.
“Let’s start with a massage, Doctor, and see where the flow leads.”
“Take off your panties, Miss Ray,” he commanded, undressing me with his eyes.
…
“Remember? We’re hunting rice grains,” I whispered playfully, watching him as he rubbed warm coconut oil into my cool skin.
“Until I find every single one, I’m not letting you go anywhere,” Snake replied, his low voice wrapping around me.
“Then I’ll pray you search forever…” My heart fluttered—excitement mixed with another feeling I was carefully trying to suppress…
He kissed me, and in that very moment a desire surged to forget all this teaching, to simply press closer and freeze there, silently conveying what I’d long wanted to say…
It was his best massage. From my fingertips to the crown of my head, he wrapped every inch of my vibrating body in loving attention. He was clearly determined to find all those pesky “rice grains”—and, I must say, he was doing beautifully. I noted how soft and yielding my body had become in his presence. It felt as though we had already reached a level of closeness where no blocks remained.
He kissed my chest. The warm, gentle touch of his lips instantly sparked an orgasmic flash low in my belly—then another, and another… His hand slid to my neck. He began to knead it slowly and sensually, applying pressure near my collarbones. Every movement of his hand echoed deep in my throat. I felt the same within my yoni. When he pressed lightly into the hollow at the base of my throat, my cervix began to pulse, sending vibrating waves of ecstasy through my entire body. My breathing grew deep and hoarse.
With his other hand, he slowly slid down to my yoni and let out an aroused exhale the moment he felt how wet I was. Instinctively inhaling his breath, I absorbed the energetic wave of his arousal—it rushed up my spine and exploded in sparkling fireworks at my third eye.
“You’re a miracle…” he whispered hotly. “Ready?”
“Yes, Doctor, you may proceed,” I replied, my voice trembling with arousal.
Very slowly, using massaging pressure, he explored the already swollen area along the front wall of my yoni, gradually moving upward—toward the base of the pubic bone. Suddenly, an electric sensation hit: I need to pee.
“Found it!” I breathed. “Stay right there.”
He continued massaging the spot, which kept slipping away from his fingers. It felt like playing hide-and-seek—shifting up or down the front wall, mysterious and elusive. Then he pressed the fingers of his other hand into the hollow above the pubic bone from the outside—and instantly trapped the G-spot beneath a thin layer of skin.
“Oh God, please don’t take the other hand away. That’s perfect.”
He continued the massage, and my urge to pee grew stronger by the second—until suddenly it transformed into a vibrating pulsation spreading through my entire pelvic area. It was an orgasm. I drifted into it, as if slowly sinking through the bed into another reality. Never before had a G-orgasm felt so soft and all-encompassing. I savored this ecstatic bliss, while Snake was baffled by my state—clearly supreme ecstasy, yet no promised convulsions or release of fluid.
“What just happened?” Snake asked in confusion when I returned from ”the other side.”
“An orgasm…” I exhaled, barely gathering my thoughts into words.
Then I felt the G-zone still pulsing subtly, ready to erupt again—brighter, stronger.
“Please continue, Snake,” I asked.
He held the G-spot firmly between his fingers and resumed stimulation—more intensely now. The orgasm exploded, electrifying my entire body. Pleasure surged to its peak and then abruptly collapsed, leaving me convulsing, utterly unable to regain control of either body or consciousness. My pelvis flooded with sweet relaxation, while the rest of my body tensed to the limit. Total muscular failure, no ability to focus or engage the mind—only instinctive, chaotic movements and reactions. I cried, laughed, and helplessly tried to grab Snake, to pull him closer.
It wasn’t the first time he had seen this kind of reaction from me, but he sensed how vulnerable I was in that moment. He wrapped me tightly in his arms, taking my trembling body under his control, and only then did I finally breathe—feeling his warmth and protection.
My breathing steadied, the trembling faded, replaced by pleasant waves of ecstasy flowing from groin to crown.
“My girl…” he whispered, kissing the corner of my eye, where tears—of bliss or vulnerability—were still flowing.
“Yours…” I whispered back, drowning in love for this Man.