Last night I attended a demonstration of Orgasmic Providing by Richard Anton Diaz at Sexy Spirits in midtown.
This was the second time I watched Anton work his touch magic on a lovely naked model gracing his massage table. Both were extraordinary events, so above anything I’ve ever witnessed as a peripatetic sex journalist that I cannot put them into one of the usual categories, like Tantra/WooWoo and Relationship Yada, Yada, Yada. Anton operates from a place of great integrity and intelligence, attracts like-minded people--and takes everyone in the room on a journey.
Each time the audience was composed mainly of men who watched in rapt and respectful silence as he massaged all the woman’s body before moving, at last, to her vulva. The first model some weeks ago seemed to go quietly and deeply inside herself during genital massage, gently pulsating beneath Anton’s fingers, her being defined by her sweet, bare little pussy. The second goddess, a little hair covering her mons, writhed and throbbed, wailed and moaned as she came--and even talked to the audience at times. Her prominent proud clitoris and her full juicy lips, purple in their passion, claimed pleasure. She made frequent eye contact with Anton in a power gaze of charged energies exchanged.
And she ejaculated. Copiously. Towels were placed around to catch the overflow.
Her pussy was positioned away from the audience, but a camera focused exactly on her so that we could see (almost as if they were 6 inches away) every detail of her, as well as how Anton stroked her, on the screen above them.
“The camera gives her more privacy because her pussy is not fully exposed,“ he says. “The audience is not focusing on her but on the image on the screen. They can see the orgasmic pulsing. And I want their attention on the strokes as that is happening.”
Yes, our attention was on the strokes--and, in this case, the generous squirts of fluid shooting out.
Some women are squirters, at least occasionally, most likely with G spot stimulation--which this goddess did not have last night. (Though Anton’s Orgasmic Providing strokes include internal ones, his fingers did not leave her clit and labia.) Many Western sex experts dismiss the “ejaculate” as merely a gush of fluid composed of urine and copious vaginal secretions. Others believe it is fluid from the Skene‘s glands, a string of several masses of tissue, embedded in the urethra, which when stimulated sexually in some women, releases the fluids into the urethral canal. Devotees of Amrita, the “nectar of the goddess”, base their cult on ancient Tantric writings. Men ejaculate sperm from the testicles via tubes that go through the prostate gland where the sperm mixes with seminal fluid--a very clear process that everyone understands.. There is no question that whatever this fluid that some women “ejaculate” or squirt, upon orgasm is--it is not the female equivalent of seminal fluid. Strictly speaking, there is no female ejaculate or ejaculation.
If not ejaculate, what? Something does happen for many women though no one [Sorry, Amritas.] has answered definitively the question: Pee or Amrita? I lean toward the Skeen’s glands theory because it makes the most sense to me.
Female ejaculation isn’t exactly a technique. If you want to try to make it happen, use G spot stimulation and don’t hold back when you feel the urge to urinate. Bear down. Anton’s goddess of the Amrita drinks water before the demonstration. Some women empty their bladders before trying to squirt because they want to be absolutely sure they aren’t peeing. Whatever soaks your towels!
Anton’s philosophy of life and sex is: Give a woman everything she wants. You see why women love the man?
In comparing the two demonstrations of orgasmic providing on two very different women, I realized how beautifully he does that, adapting his style to suit the needs of the goddess at hand, going with her flow, be it an electric current in her pussy or a gusher of wondrous fluid spurting forth.
I have squirted on rare occasion, always involving a lot of oral and manual play, a large dick and too much wine. One time was particularly memorable--a hottest ever sex adventure; and I will write about it for Christmas because it happened just before the holiday, a few years back in Soho.
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