Introduction to the Letters

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Aloha and Thank You for visiting.
I’ve got a lot of great things about #sex and #orgasm to share with you.


If this is your first read, welcome. You are going to find a lot of answers you won’t find anywhere else.


If this is not the first post you read, I am glad you enjoyed what you learned so far.

The #FoodForThought won’t be disappointing…


This blog is divided into the following categories: sex be religion, teenage experiences (drugs, drinking, first time, condoms, etc.), STD/sti (bathing, removal of an unplanned “accident”), sex experiences/BDSM (some are how to and some are the kind that make penthouse forum blush and normal/vanilla people pass out), toy training and orgasm exercises (how to make g-spots, how to pick training toys for o/g/a/s/m spots (those are the actual medical terms), an index finger can touch your ovary, why some guys bend to the left and other useful tidbits) and finally relationships/boundaries/communication (probably the most important items of necessity).


The original letters (about 200 of them) were written in succession. If the post has a “Letter #” then it was part of the original series. If the post does not contain “Letter #” at the beginning of the post, then that was written for everyone who is not my niece. (She would have some background the rest of you don’t.)


Each Letter builds upon knowledge gained in a previous letter… much like a basic textbook. The low number letters start with the basics that most people should hear when they are pre-teens and glides into high school, college, adult world and underworld subject matter in the 200 series.

Most of the Letters are about how to train your sexual muscles to orgasm the way your body was designed to achieve. Getting things out of order can be dangerous. Follow the posts starting with the earliest post first if you really want to lay a proper foundation. (Pun intended.)
Seriously, crawl before you attempt to run and end up tripping and falling. It hurts. I know.

Sex… is a good thing… especially when it is done well and for the right reasons.

It’s a gnosis. Why? I figured out the best orgasms are: 1) spiritual in nature, 2) are in a monogamous loving relationship, 3) with a partner you knew instantly was your soul mate (even before introducing yourself), 4) require you to know how to operate you before entering said relationship 5) without a doubt the best reason to exist on earth and 6) usually won’t happen until you are in your thirties.

(Yep, it takes lots of practice to train those muscles correctly. Babies born with legs can’t walk for about a year. What makes you think a pubescent teen is going to magically know what real love is or how to orgasm at your optimal potential when your junk isn’t even properly trained until your late twenties or early thirties?). It’s no surprise thirty is about the time people realize they chose the wrong mate and start looking for sexual fulfillment in new and undiscovered ways… hmmmm.


Enjoy the Letters to Jamison.
Some of them may answer questions you never thought to ask.
Share with your friends… and maybe some enemies you’d like to have as friends.
Throw $1.00 into the hat and support if you feel you learned something of value. (Here at the bottom of a post or at patreon because that is how I know the choice to make the Letters available was helpful for you.)
With love, great orgasms, healthy relationships and Aloha,
C. Change

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Quantity vs. Quality

As a teenager, the world is full of new surprises. In your twenties, you think you know everything… well, not everything – but you are the Master of Your Universe… until you learn something new.


Think of life as a pie. 10% you know you know (how to work your iphone). 10% you know you don’t know (quantum physics equations). The other 80%… that is the learning curve.


The pie is not a static size. As you learn and grow – that pie gets bigger and bigger.


For instance, the first Apple computer had 12k of memory. If that was all there was to the “computer” pie… your iPhone would weigh 20 pounds, be plugged into a wall, require dial-up to connect and operate using 12k of memory with a green screen.


My point is – no matter what you learn about sex as a teenager – or in your twenties or in your thirties – or god forbid in your 50s… cause while people my age may seem older than dirt to you – the only real difference between me at 14 and me now is: bigger tits, lots more experience, wrinkles, my own roof and rules… Great sex is one of those practice areas where I still participate in continuing education all the time. I learn new things that make the original building blocks more useful.


As such, I am going to throw a whole bunch of things at you that are not on your radar or a whole lot of other people’s radar.


This is not to say that I think all of these things should be something you should endeavor to excel at next week. Quite the contrary!


When I say things like… know about this… but keep it for later… I am speaking from experience. Experience that I wish someone would have told me about so that I would not have had to fumble through figuring it out for myself.


Before you learned to ride a tricycle you probably saw a bicycle and knew what a car was. You were not ignorant of a bicycle or car as something other people knew how to operate. Before you learned to ride that first tricycle… you kinda had a sneaking suspicion riding a bicycle without training wheels and driving a car were things you would learn how to operate later in life. As a tricycle trainee, you knew you didn’t have the skills to peddle two wheels or parallel park until after you learned to master the three wheeled mechanism designed to accommodate your small frame.


Sex is a lot like that. As a teenager… you are at the Little Tikes Big Wheel stage. You may know what a Ferrari is… but you can’t drive one well, yet. Putting any teenager in a Ferrari is tantamount to handing them the keys to an expensive, fantastical, spectacular crash that will probably land them in a hospital.


When the best “teen sex advice” is… talk to your partner, use a condom because we know you are going to experiment and here is the number to call when you think you are pregnant or you have a disease… without telling them the things in these letters first… it is tantamount to knowingly handing a teenager the keys to a Ferrari with the 100% expectation that they will crash and burn.


Not only is that just plain mean… you don’t get to go back to the dealership and get another brand – spanking new Ferrari. This is your body. The only one you get. If you crash it on your first test drive, you are stuck with mangled and bent metal, scratches and dents, needing a new paint job… for the rest of your life.


Wouldn’t it be a lot nicer to drive around in a mint condition cherry Ferrari than be sitting on a twisted hunk of metal that is dragged down the street by a rope attached to a donkey?


You are going to travel through life… let me tell you how do it in style…


I will put things on your radar that are for “way far in the future”… because… well… if you have an idea about what is around the next bend… you might keep going down the road at a safe pace and speed that you can handle with confidence.


I would hate for you to stop short of great things just because you were kept in the dark and did not know what is possible… when you are ready for them.

People that think drunk sex or ten whole minutes of sex is the way to go… really fell short of the starting gate in my opinion.


All too often I trusted people I shouldn’t have because I did not know they were selling snake oil. They just had a smoother presentation which I was gullible enough to believe.


The first time someone tried to tie me up… I ran.
The second time… I was not a happy camper.
Looking at me now… you would think I took to it like a duck to water – but that would be a huge erroneous assumption. It took years for me to be in a safe relationship where I was willing to release my control freak attitude and even feign or entertain the thought of relaxing in power with a rope as my tether.


So, I am hoping you enjoy the letters.


I was having a conversation with my mom the other day. Two items hit home from that conversation that I want to make sure I clarify properly. Right here and right now.


It became apparent she is worried you might take the kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince routine… like I did. First of all… this does not work.


Until your knowledge base concerning your boundaries, what does and does not turn you on and your ability to comfortably articulate those things is strongly established… kissing frogs will only result in Proverbial Warts.


While I did make stupid mistakes like having lots of partners, it stemmed from a statistical concept of “sooner or later I will hit the jackpot” instead of realizing the “jackpot” was inside me and not in someone else. But I didn’t know that then.

When I did find a suitable partner… I ran that for all it was worth until that growth experience was complete.


It also dawned on me that nobody really likes the image of their parents having sex in real life or in their imagination.


I like visual presentation (like a guy – beautiful things turn me on). While my parents consider their sex life a beautiful thing, my vision of them bumping uglies is a stomach turning event fraught with vomiting consequences.


I have a very hard time staying sexually focused when I see or imagine something that requires me to go stare directly into the sun in order to burn the image from my eyes and brain stem.


Listening to a parent explain sex can be daunting at best and uncomfortable in a heartbeat. But here is where it gets a little weird…


Most people grow up to be like their parents.

If your grandaddy was a baker and your daddy was a baker there is a good chance you will be a baker, too. If you follow the family tradition, your kid will want to be a baker, also.


It doesn’t matter if your dad’s name is John Baker, Vito Corleone, Julius Caesar or Billy Graham; children tend to follow in their parents footsteps.


Do you really think that your personal predilections (specifically, your take on sex) is going to be that different from your parents’?

The great fear in everyone’s mind is that you will choose my black sheep path instead of their easier path. The letters are designed to give you the best of both worlds without going down the bumpy road I took.


In The World you grew up in – I hope you stay true to your normal roots.


If you don’t want to know more – you can wear blinders. It does not hurt to wear blinders. It hurts when you realize you missed out.


Your parents and I could not be on more opposing sides of the see-saw when it comes to sexual behavior. If you want to know nothing more than, “Don’t have sex until you are married and you two virgins will figure it out and live happily ever after.” Then I am fine with that and I think they are, too.


I don’t really care if you have sex every day for the rest of your life or if you only do it one time to make a baby or never have sex. Quantity is not my concern. Quality is a Huuuuge big-O deal! (Incidentally, your parents and I agree on this point.)


I know lots of people who have quantity notches in their bedposts. They do not have quality notches. Doing something often, poorly is sort of a waste of time in my book.


I don’t think anybody walks around proud of a bad haircut – why walk around touting your ability to have lots of mediocre sex? …but movies and tv do it… over and over again. Subliminally glorifying less than 3 minute magic where he was actually wondering if it was “in” and she didn’t break a sweat or a smile.


You most certainly do not have to do any of the things I will talk about – that I have done. But I would be remiss if I did not tell you what I learned about operating the female body.

Great female orgasms can leave a puddle of fluid on the floor. This puddle comes from the vaginal walls. Your orgasm won’t be that good in the beginning… trust me on this… your first one hundred orgasms are like those days learning to ride the big wheel. Best thing you’ve ever done so far but the more you know the better it gets.


I know what my life was like before I knew this and I know what my life has been like since gaining this knowledge.


God, I WISH somebody would have told me about gushing fluid orgasms! I had no idea these are what I should have been expecting. I would have done so many things differently.


To this day, every man or woman I have had sex with, I have had to teach how to operate my box.

Nobody, nobody, nobody knew how to make me squirt without me first communicating how and where to poke, prod, push, pull, etc. First!


People taught me their tricks. But if I had known at 12 years old that the great sexual experience starts with me knowing how to operate me… not someone else teaching me about me… the quality of the sexually charged experiences I did have, would have been GREATLY elevated.


I should have paid more attention to that AC/DC song with the lyrics “the walls start shakin’… the earth was quakin’… you shook me all night long”… because while I thought they were singing about his orgasm… in reality, they were covertly telling the world a female orgasm ROCKS!!!! …the BIG clue… men don’t have “walls”… women do.


If you are sent away to a convent in order to avoid these letters (which you probably will be if you dare to whisper the word “masturbation” in front of iPhone Grandma) and never have sex with another human being – I did my best to send properly detailed instructions for you to operate your body in a manner consistent with spiritual gnosis that makes your life here on Earth a better place to be.


I will talk a lot about partner sex because being truly in love with someone in a monogamous relationship is heaven on earth… but you should know… I am the best I ever had. To be good/great/mind-blowing with someone else… you have to be your own best friend first.
Love you,
C. Change

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Forewarned…

I decided to publish these private letters to my estranged niece because I have no idea if her parents gave them to her. I want her to have the benefit of my knowledge. If she looks or behaves anything like I did when I was her age… somebody is going to use whatever tactics necessary to get their hand in her cookie jar.

Knowledge is more powerful than ignorance or peer pressure.

I came from an era where the best sexual advice for pre-teens and teenagers usually came in the form of one of the following statements:. Don’t do it. Abstain until marriage. Its supposed to hurt the first time. Just lay there and it will be over in a few minutes. If you do have sex… Use a condom. (Of course, the male is responsible for providing the condom.)

While honestly given… I found most of these statements to be lies, bs or utterly useless.
Sex education in school did NOT teach me about the birds and the bees. Sex ed taught me the names of my private parts but I had no idea how to operate them properly.

Left to my own devices to discover the adult world of sexual gratification… I made more than a few mistakes that intelligent people should generally avoid.

However, if you want to believe that good sex is one person laying there and the other one doing the work… please move on. I don’t want to shatter your low expectations.

As a woman, (born with those parts), If you’ve been led to believe that getting drunk and having sex won’t ruin a real female orgasm… it is time to quit drinking the kool-aid… unless you never want to know what is possible. You stay in la-la land. This blog is for someone who wants to learn what their body should be able to do.

When I talk with other females, every woman wants to say that have had an orgasm. At my age, I can then ask if their orgasm produces as much fluid as when their water broke when they had their kid.

The answer is always no. Then I begin to explain that their orgasm… the regular one they say they are having, should release as much fluid as the amount of fluid that came out when their water broke.

Suddenly, there is a mutual understanding. They have NOT been having the great orgasm that they thought they were having… Oops! Truth bomb.

Oh… yeah! These Letters are designed to uncover that which has been hidden. The truth you should have always been told. The things that make life better. Some truths are uncomfortable… because they expose the lies you’ve been fed.

Personally, it took me a lot of hard knocks to find out the information here in. In fact, I’m going to go out on a limb and say the amount of mistakes involved to find the truth is probably why so few have this knowledge. I believe that human nature can either feed the jealous, cruel, evil wolf or the build-you-up and loving wolf. (One can’t have beautiful outcomes if they are ugly on the inside.)

I recognize that this information may help others even though it is specifically written for one person.
There is probative information herein I wish someone would have given me at the age of 12.
As often as I have seen commercials for Christmas sales, the goodies in these letters should have been repeatedly pounded into my brain.

To the parents of the world… if you really love your kids… like you say you do… give them better information about their future sex life than the crap you were fed.


To the 40 million teenagers in 2019… Don’t blame your parents if they have no idea what I’m expounding upon in these pages… they were fed a crock of lies and never went the distance to get better knowledge.


You are all lucky you landed here.
While you may look over the Table of Contents and see something that piques your interest more so than some of the other headings, I politely ask that you start at the beginning and do not skip around. The beginning is the first post. (By date.)


Each letter builds on a previous letter and jumping ahead without the prior knowledge may lead to a dangerously erroneous assumption.


Also, if you do not know a word… Get a thesaurus.
Ignorant is not a good way to go through life.


Finally, if you learned something that will help you… Consider donating one dollar to my literary efforts so I may be able to concentrate on the endeavor of assisting and empowering women across the globe instead of punching a 9-5 clock. Patreon.com/colechange


I would also ask that if you learned something you did not know… Please share the Letters to Jamison with at least two friends.
You never know… Something in here might help save their life or make their life a better one.
C. Change