The sex we had after the yoni session was fun. We were trying different positions and just having *fun* with it. I think with him though, I do feel a little conscious. Thoughts of him being a popular redditor still lingers in my mind, and it doesn’t help that my past experience ended terribly. With his knowledge, skills, and the amount of women he meets, I felt self-conscious about my own body and skills.
I’m not gonna lie, these thoughts did get in the way of some of the positions we tried. But he knew how to make things *fun and interesting.* There was a moment when music was playing, lights were off, the city skyline painted the windows dark and yellow, and we were dancing intimately naked. He led me throughout the room, pushed me against the window, and we kissed. Softly at first then *torridly.* My breathing gets *rapid* as his lips move down my neck and he lays me down on the bed.
He gets his lube as I position myself, my legs spread out for him. With lube ready on his fingers, he fingers me again. You’d think at this point I’d already feel tired from the sessions we’ve had since afternoon, but he knows how to make me *aroused that easily.*
His fingers reach places in me and he slowly brings his face closer to my pussy. He spreads my lips as he starts to eat me out. *Fuck, now this is a different sensation.* His tongue flicks, swirls, and twists around my clit as his fingers continue to go in and out of my pussy. It feels *so good* and my moans start to get louder. My moans sound new as I start to feel *pleasure like never before.*
He continues eating and fingering me, I continue to grab the sheets or his head while moaning for more, and I can feel so much wetness below me. With all this *wetness and pleasure*, you’d think I came. But I still didn’t.
We continued fucking until we tired ourselves out, took a shower, and settled in bed by almost 2-3am. That’s when I panicked because I completely forgot to drink my anti-depressants. I rushed to the living room, grabbed my meds, and gulped it down.
I sat next to him by the bed and we started a conversation. He saw my panic thus leading to a conversation about drug dependence and my depression. I told him I knew very well about not being dependent on drugs to help me get better, and he continued to talk about the connection between the mind and body and how its dissonance can actually affect how you reach climax.
It was a conversation I’ve never had with any of my other meetups. But it was a conversation I was so willing to participate in as an advocate for mental health awareness. I also felt touched by his words, he wasn’t only talking about the dissonance between the mind and body just to reach climax, but for my overall well-being.
**[To learn more about this**, **here is his story about me with details about** ***arousal noncorcordance:*** [The lady who used to have trouble in getting her orgasms (Very Juicy Audio)](https://www.reddit.com/r/alasjuicy/comments/uraek2/the_lady_who_used_to_have_trouble_in_getting_her/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)**]**
As he was on his laptop working, I cuddled next to him to sleep but suddenly felt the urge to throw up. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. *Never have I felt so embarrassed*. *This never happens!* I literally wanted to lock myself inside the bathroom and just stay there till morning.
I noticed I threw up my meds. It was probably because I drank it on an empty stomach plus after being so active, it most probably wasn’t the right decision to drink it. I washed my face, gargled water and mouthwash, and mustered up the courage to walk out of the bathroom. He asked if I was okay and was ready to give me his sports drink. I felt thankful and apologized. He didn’t seem to mind as I finished his drink, feeling better, and continued to lie down next to him as he worked.
The next morning I woke up, he was fast asleep, the room was cool and dark with a single light shining through between the curtains. I got out of bed, washed my face, and continued to lie down next to him. That probably woke him up as he got closer and we cuddled. His hands roamed around my body and reached under my shirt, slowly yet playfully reaching for my nipples.
I let out a soft moan starting to feel *aroused* again. His fingers were now pinching my nipples as my moans get louder. His other hand lifts my shirt to start sucking on them and *wow, never have I appreciated waking up this much before.*
My hand reached for his boxers, feeling his cock outside of it, and slowly caressing to feel his hardness through the thin fabric. We switch positions as I got on top of him, pull down his boxers to reveal his hard cock, and start playing with his balls. I *licked* from his balls, up to his shaft, and to the tip of his head. My hands start to go up and down his shaft as I continue to lick the top of his head before *swallowing him whole.*
I *deepthroat him* and move up and down as my tongue swirls around his shaft. My hands continue to play with his balls as my mouth and tongue *enjoy* sucking his cock whole. I can feel myself getting wet again as he asks me to switch positions. He gets his lube, I spread my legs for him, and he fingers me *so deep and so good.* He uses his yoni skills as I can feel him *hitting all my pleasure spots* and going at a *rhythm and pace.*
I can feel that buildup again, but no release. I remind myself of the conversation we had the other night and just focused on his hands pleasuring me, *no thoughts, just pleasure.* That’s when he started doing something differently. He calls it the *house special,* and because of that, I can’t describe to you what it is. But *damn. Now this felt different.*
It was *so so pleasurable that I had to grab a pillow and cover my face from all the loud moaning.* I can feel my hips moving to his rhythm, a buildup inside of me just waiting to release, my head lost in the pleasure of the moment, and finally a *release.*
*Fuck. So this is how it feels.*
I removed the pillow from my head feeling all breathless, looked down at him, and all we did was gave each other a genuine smile.
“Did you cum?”
He asked me as I just stared at him.
“…yeah. I’m pretty sure I did.”
Feeling dazed and still trying to process what happened.
“How was it?”
I honestly didn’t know how to explain it.
“*So good.* So….different? I haven’t felt that way before.”
He smiled at me, walked to the bathroom to wash his hands as I lay there thinking of what just happened. He walked back to the room, sat down next to me as I sat upright. He started talking about the different orgasms a woman can achieve. He talked about the thresholds, the difference between cumming and squirting, and his theory about my body.
I was honestly overwhelmed, but in a good way. My first thoughts were, *why did it take me this long to feel that kind of pleasure?* Then I felt *thankful* that I mustered up the courage to meet him. All I could do was listen to him intently and *thanked him for everything*. He was so patient with me and I’ll never forget that.
We cleaned up, packed our bags, and left my unit. We ate lunch together and I had fun just hanging out with him. I honestly thought that was the last time I’d ever meet him since we achieved what we agreed on: *a full session of yoni and learning how to orgasm.*
To my surprise, we stayed in contact and shared more memories together. I’ve been learning a lot from him and I’m truly grateful for everything. He’s back in the dating scene now so my days are probably numbered, but I’ll always be glad we connected in the first place.
**[To those who are interested in learning about yoni, visit his profile :) His posts are educational and can teach you a thing or two about women’s pleasure!** [TongueTwist143](https://www.reddit.com/user/TongueTwist143/)**]**
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v0dlg8/fm_how_he_made_me_cum_a_yoni_experience_links