My wife taught me. Like I said, I suffered a spinal cord injury. That was in 1999. For a long time, my wife and I just kind of figured we couldn't have a sex life. And, I guess I was like a lot of guys -- oral was simply something I did to get my wife hot enough to let me get on to the important stuff: me.
But, we gradually began to experiment. Because there was really nothing in it for me, I wasn't distracted by the need to reach my own release. I finally began to listen. I mean REALLY listen. My wife and I took the process in gradual steps, with her instructing me gently and patiently. We finally reached a point where I could get my wife to reach multiple orgams running over several hours. I became pointless to count them.
Of course, I enjoyed pleasing my wife. But, the most interesting development was that I began to derrive an almost physical pleasure from the process. No, I didn't cum. But, when my wife finally screamed for me to stop, I was just as breathless, just as sweaty, and just as exhausted as she. I felt no frustration, no pent up pressure.
My wife passed away last June (if she were alive, I wouldn't even know this board existed). Since then, I've been with quite a few ladies, as I said. I've learned even more. Mostly, that every woman is different. Some like delicate, little flicks, some a more aggressive approach. Some like fingers massaging their G spot, some find it distracting. Some like me to incorporate asian into the process, some don't.
Mostly, I found I have a great fondness and respect for women. As one might expect, I've made a number of dear friends. I deeply enjoy giving this kind of pleasure to women. And, I'll admit, I get a real rush from the response (I DO have an ego, after all).
