Thank you for
joining me on this giggle-fest journey behind the scenes and between the sheets
to discover the magical world of taboo behavior. As a teenager, there wasn’t a
lot of sound advice coming in my direction for what could or would happen down some
of the dark paths I took. I just knew
the DANGER sign at the beginning of the craggy path littered with sparkles and
shiny trinkets was a welcoming beacon to undiscovered territory and orgasmic
has a beginning. 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.
If that special
“talk” you got didn’t include options to create multiple g-spots and multiple
orgasms, an index finger can touch an ovary from the inside, most skin to skin
contact sexually transmitted diseases can be washed off after sex, why alcohol
ruins a real female orgasm, why some male penises bend to the left, exercises
to reduce or eliminate prolapse, is bigger really better, how to get tight if
you are still wondering if it is in yet, knowing how to establish proper sexual
boundaries, how to properly communicate with your partner, why women and men
don’t begin to have the best orgasms of their lives until they are about thirty
years old (yep) or the tell-tale signs to spot a bad lay from across the room…
When you were
two, I bet you knew what a car was, you had probably seen a bicycle or even a
tricycle but that Big Wheel in front of you was the item to master first. Sex is no different! You were born with all the parts but you
can’t use them properly until you learn how.
This book is
dedicated to teaching you HOW.
Follow some of
the choice mistakes I encountered and how I got around or out of a few of the
wrecks when I used the keys to my brand new Ferrari without knowing how to ride
a bicycle first. I was given the usual
puritanical instructions under the guise of you will fall in love, get married
and on your wedding night have the most amazing virgin sex Never known to mankind.
Translated to: you are going to go SPLAT! Oh, not following the arcane program? Well, in case you are having pre-marital sex,
here’s the number to a counselor if you think you got pregnant or a sti/std
during that massively disappointing 30 second love fest and don’t forget to use
a condom… next time.
Cripes! With that kind of advice, it is no wonder why
people turn to porn for education. At
least their train wreck looks like fun.
Psssst… it’s an act. It’s all
fake. Follow me through the pages and
get the goods the behind-the-green-door cottage industry hides from the
public. If you are a gifted child,
creative curious teenager, a twenty in search of a better sex life, a thirty
getting ready to actually find the right one or a forty questioning it all… oh,
let’s go visit some places you probably don’t want to go so you can make
better, more educated choices.
You can thank
me by sharing what you learn with others.
Get ready to put on your Super Cape and let’s confine ignorant education
leading to poor sexual performance and diseases where they belong… back in the
Stone Age. Enjoy the Letters To Jamison.
Valentine’s and VD HIV vaccine… I understand they have one now… go get it or learn how to squirt so you will have the ability to be self cleaning. I have two anecdotal stories for you to illustrate my point.
Story #1 I remember when aids first hit the news. A few days later, I was at my favorite bar, in my suspended cage above the dance floor, dancing in 6” black stiletto heels with a male stripper behind me, when I noticed a crowd gather around the bar below me. Then and there, I got my first glimpse of how people would react to the latest deadly STD.
Enter the cute, pink “I don’t have aids” button.
Right there underneath me… there was a man with a big box. People gathered around… buttons being passed out at the bar.
Nope, no test… you just got a big pink glow in the dark button which you proudly displayed on your chest proclaiming your I don’t have aids (so it’s ok to have unprotected sex with me) promotion and continued to speed date, get drunk, do lines of coke in the bathroom and ultimately go home with the guy who drove up in a lambo.
It’s no real surprise to me now how the aids epidemic exploded. I was right there in the thick of it. Because of my ardent stupidity, I spent the next twenty plus years being tested every 6 months for a disease I never contracted… but many people doing exactly what I was doing, did.
We were all playing a sexual game of Russian roulette. Chance probably has something to do with the outcome. But statistically, the deck was not stacked in my favor. I hit the joker’s, too not just the usual 52.
Maybe there was something about me… the internal and external self-cleaning mechanism I utilized… that made the difference?
Almost 20 years later, when I was still on the plane, landing in Thailand, the stewardesses passed out condoms and statistics fliers along with our passport entry forms and explained that Bangkok, our landing destination, had the highest incidence of aids worldwide. I can’t remember but it was some ridiculous percentage … like half or greater than half of the teen to 30 year olds had aids. Not HIV but full blown AIDS.
We were going to go to bars and I was told not to let anybody sweat on me. Try that in a jam packed club at New year’s. Ha!
After being highly entertained on the mainland, I met friends on the little outter islands. One of them is a popular destination called Koh Samui.
Prostitution is a way of life on Koh Samui’s four, roughly mile long, dirt Ugly Roads. Mixed in with Muay Thai boxing venues, parents sell their small children… out in the open. It’s normal behavior there.
The bar store-fronts have stages and a row of girls dressed in the exact same outfit arranged from toddler to pre-teen standing side by side awaiting their next trick. It was like the old version of 42nd Street in New York City with school age children as the wares. I took pictures.
It’s mostly tourists that walk down the streets to buy underage girls and boys from their parents. Boys are called kai-tai and made up to look like girls. The visitor buys a drink, points at a child, the mama-san goes and takes the child by the hand and leads it AND the customer around to the back of the building. A little while later the mama-san returns with the kid in tow and the child is placed back in the on-stage line-up.
We watched a German male in his late 50s check out child store front after store front and finally settle on one he liked. He could legally buy a kid for sex who could not have been 4 years old yet and the mama-san didn’t even flinch and neither did the kid as she was led behind the building. I guess almost 4 years old is old enough to be alone with a 50 year old man because the mama-san came back to the front to sell an even younger kid and an older kid to someone else while the about 4 year old was still being used.
Once those kids get to be about 12 or 13 they are too old for the sex trade and join normal society on the mainland to date, continue prostitution (since it’s really all they know how to do to put food in their belly) and if they can snag the right bait, hitch a ride with or marry a tourist who will take them out of their known world.
At a time when teenagers in America are just beginning to learn about sexual experience, these kids are retired from multiple adult partners on a daily basis since they were not quite old enough to walk.
And, yes… they are seriously diseased. It’s in their sweat, spit, tears, piss, clothes they wear or try on and don’t buy in a store… on the plastic bottle they drank from, the money that changed hands, the gas pump handle, the taxi cab seat, the door at the restaurant, it’s everywhere.
Tourists gave diseases to children who gave it to more tourists who took it home and gave it to their significant other who gave it to their thing-on-the-side who gave it to their actual boy/girlfriend who drank out of someone else’s cup… are you getting the message yet???
It is also a very different culture. A culture, not unlike it’s food, that has travelled all over the world.
Why am I telling you this story? I’m reinforcing the protect yourself motif.
According to the movie Sold… http://www.soldTheMovie.com there are roughly 5.5 million child prostitutes at the current time. It’s a good movie to watch. I think their estimate of the number of child prostitutes is low, very very low.
Back to my story… There was a day when I got a call from an attorney or family member of some random guy I had sex with and he had slept with a prostitute who gave him aids.
Apparently, they had tracked down the sex worker and she had died and so had the guy, along with a string of other people this guy had infected. The person contacting me was stunned to hear that I was healthy.
I had two things going for me that none of the others did. One: I bathed after sex. Two: I had an internal fluid flushing system called an orgasm that probably kept me from more problems that I will ever know. I always enjoyed one final orgasm when getting clean after sex just to make sure I smelled like me again.
I watched and participated as patient Zero in the 80s became about 30% of the globe. And for what? Amusement? Pride? Hate? Ignorance? Arrogance? I sure wasn’t thinking about the future.
Somehow, I survived the worst of the ugliest and I am grateful for that. But you, you are just stepping up into the mess we made. I know it’s not fair and I apologise.
Everybody older than you is responsible. Whether it was inaction, turning a blind eye, actively participating, forced submission or fighting a losing battle; we all allowed the creation of your world.
There are, I still believe, equal amounts of good to balance the bad. Just be very aware that there is a segment of the global population that was born into sex slavery, thinks life is a throw away commodity and cares even less about your life than they do about their own.
Protect yourself…. This Valentine’s day and EVERY day.
Letter #15 Be ambidextrous. Balance is one of the keys to having great orgasms and a great life.
Yoga is about breathing. That’s good for oxygenation. You need that for great orgasms. Meditation is great for centering and rhythm. You need both of those for great sex and ultimately great orgasms.
In the next published series of letters where I explain how to pick the proper training toy, how to use it and when to upsize… you need to train with the left hand and right hand in equal amounts!!!
Sit up and lay back in equal time increments.
I may not have included the obvious… balance is one of the key components of life… as such regardless of whether or not you are left handed or right handed, when you play with yourself (or anything for that matter) do an equal amount of left handed and right handed movement.
Learn to write with both hands. Be able to write upside-down, too. This is a great skill that will be very beneficial later on. You aren’t just training the muscles in your arms and hands… you also keep your brain balanced.
A reach-around is much easier if you are balanced enough to do it with either hand instead of being stuck in one position so that you can only do it well one-sided.
As you switch sexual partners or maybe you won’t… but as I switched sexual partners, having the ability to be mentally and physically flexible certainly had/has it’s merits.
Love you, C. Change
Yep. Definitely gonna try this. I'd like to give you a gift for supporting my enjoyment education.
Use glass not plastic! (Glass or other natural materials… stone, wood, metal… create better orgasms than Synthetics.)
Only use battery operated toys with a partner.
When you are solo… you need to teach your body how to operate itself… a bunch of vibration is not going to help.
Liberator (a sex toy company from which I do not receive financial compensation) makes great glass toys. They also sell wedges. (I will keep that in sex toys.) While their glass toys are second to none, I returned all the other items I ever ordered from them because the plasticizers in the synthetic fabrics gave me rashes.
I am a big fan of solid objects. Solid objects don’t bend so be careful and slow.
A female vagina is curved. A glass dildo is not.
Puncturing yourself is not an optimal strategy for enjoyment.
Solid objects will force you to gain muscle strength… this is a good thing.
After you have mastered holding your pee, in ten second intervals at will, use that same exercise with your finger inserted.
Use the finger to push against different directions inside you. Continue doing the kegel exercises while your index finger points north, then south, to the east and finally west.
If your internal muscles are strong enough when clenched to move your finger to center and hold it in place, completely compressed by the vaginal walls… then… you can move up to toys.
Until you develop the muscle strength to pull your own index finger in and push it out… Without the use of your hands… Go at a speed no faster than your heartbeat and a thrust strength no greater than two fingers’ strength.
The goal here is to teach your internal muscles to work for you.
If the hole only opens to accept something else that does the work… then just forget about achieving the almighty orgasm.
I will write you a separate series of letters explaining what exercises to do and how to pick a training toy for each of the g spots and types of orgasms you might want to learn how to create to teach your muscles how to achieve greatness.
Stick with a finger for now… you have lots of crawling to do before walking, running or doing flip-flops or cartwheels.
Love you, C. Change
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Because there is so much confusion surrounding this issue, I’m going to do my best to relate this information in a very non-technical way so everybody gets it.
For the mechanics in the room… a woman’s vagina is much like starting a diesel engine.
The glow plugs of a diesel motor have to get warmed up before the motor will crank.
The heater or electric current that heats the glow plugs is foreplay. You know your foreplay worked when you are both dripping wet.
The glow plugs are like the g-spot.
Once the glow plugs are operational, the heated diesel fuel can spark, the motor can crank and then you can step on the gas and get to the destination. Got it? Good!
So, how does one create a g-spot?
A g-spot is an area that has been rubbed so often on a regular basis that it is more sensitive than the areas around it.
Not unlike a blister, but far less painful, and actually quite fun, the sensitive area fills with fluid.
Essentially, you create your own internal pleasure centers.
You may also create as many as you want.
You can put them where you want.
(Just like a guy can create a bend to the left… you may create an internal g-spot anywhere you want it.)
For example… If your partner has a 2″ penis… And assuming you have sex regularly (3 times a week), chances are that your g-spot will be right inside the inner labia.
If the partner has a 6″ penis and you only do it doggie style, your g-spot will be on either the anterior or posterior side of the vaginal wall about 3″ inside you. Anterior or posterior will be determined by how much you arch your back.
If your partner is 10″, expect your happy place to reside right below the uterine opening.
If your partner rubs your clit with every stroke… Then this will become the most active region.
Over time, you can use your hand, toys, blue jeans or acceptable humans to create new pleasure centers and make them accessible at will.
Different partners of different bend angles and sizes will create different happy spot locations.
The one big thing I learned was that it takes rubbing… not vibrating to make a g-spot.
Once you’ve made the spot, you can vibrate it… but I was never able to create one by vibration… and trust me… I tried.
Most females stop at zero or one, maybe two happy spots.
If you decide…later in life… to go the route of multiple partners at the same time in separate holes or multiple partners at the same time in the same hole… Having multiple g-spots will prove incredibly advantageous for multiple orgasms.
The graffenburg spot is small at first but as the area is rubbed, swelling occurs.
Even with everyday use, I find it may take up to an hour for my g-spot area to go from flat dime to peanut size to the size of a hard boiled egg.
For me, it takes about an hour to get my happy spots out of bed and ready to work for my enjoyment.
Once mine get big, it takes a long time for the swelling to go down.
As long as these spots are swollen… it is super easy to orgasm. Ridiculously easy to orgasm.
Multiple orgasms can mean about a hundred or more… not 3. (Nobody does 1,000 push ups on day one and nobody has 100 orgasms on their first successful attempt at having multiple orgasms.)
Once swollen, any happy spot is super easy to see on camera.
When I’m not turned on… A camera inside me reveals absolutely NOTHING! I look flat like everyone else.
And this is why the medical professionals cannot seem to agree on where the happy spot is or why some people have them when others don’t or even how many spots one can have or what they should be called: g-spot, m-spot, s-spot… but You know what’s what.
Teenagers reading this… Learn these exercises but Don’t try to tell this to an adult or OBGYN as they have been preconditioned by society to believe: teens don’t have sex before marriage, virgins will magically figure this out, none of this is possible or that the studies conducted by Masters and Johnson in the 1960s are the definitive work to explain orgasms for all humanity. (If any of that arcane bullshit was true… I would not be putting this on the internet… because we would still be writing on loose-leaf paper with lead pencils.)
If most females need a good hour of palpitation in order for the happy spot to want to join the fun, but sex with their partner lasts less than ten minutes… I don’t think many women have ever known what is possible.
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Letter #3 Part 7
I had no idea... Thank you. Valentine's day is just around the corner and My sex life just got better thanks to this.
Your brain (all 3 of them), your heart, your mouth, your vagina, etc… These are muscles. Use them.
If you never teach the muscle to be used… How can it perform?
A guy who hasn’t had sex in five years is probably going to have some trouble getting it up.
When muscles are not used, they atrophy. Viagara anyone?
Babies, at birth, can’t walk or hold their heads up.
The muscles are there but they have never been used.
Watch babies learn to walk.
It is a time consuming process that does not happen at the speed of the refresh rate on your cell phone.
Teenagers can’t orgasm until puberty.
Even then, one needs to develop the muscles to have the skills to provide benefits.
Think of it this way… You can ski the bunny slopes or you can be an X-Games gold medalist.
Sex is the same.
How well do you want to perform?
How much time are you willing to devote to your performance ability?
Let’s talk about how to create your first g-spot so you will have some tools to play with.
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Letter #3 Part 6
Experts say that not all women have a g-spot.
Since I’m here on the subject… Use ORGANIC olive oil or coconut oil. If you can’t eat it or it is made of a synthetic… Do NOT allow it inside of you!!!
No KY lube, crisco, canola oil, petroleum based lubes, vaseline nor water based sex toy lubes.
These are not going to mesh well with your vagina.
In some cases they will cause you yeast infections or urinary tract infections.
Sex unbalances the pH and flora of the vagina.
Lubes, other than what your body produces, get things out of balance much faster.
Canola (rape seed) oil is industrial engine de-greaser.
Just because it is sold in grocery stores does not make it safe for sex.
You only need a dime sized amount of organic coconut or olive oil for hours of sexual intercourse. I am highly sensitive and these two things are the best I ever used. (I’ve tried everything.)
I will cover “food sex” later… It is its own Bible.
I don’t really care what the medical community has “sold” to people about needing additional lubrication. It’s junk. It’s a business… a hugely profitable business.
Our ancestors knew that an unused vagina or an unused penis would lose elasticity. It would have a dysfunction.
Historically, the solution was to continue to use the muscles.
Orgasm was the prescription for most preventable emotional issues. No joke.
But something changed.
What is more profitable as a cure for a lonely housewife in the 1950s… Valium coupled with alcoholism and doctor visits or great sexy time in the privacy of the ubiquitous American dream home???
So what if you went through menopause and your hormones changed. Your body, when relaxed, will lubricate itself until death.
Ask a 90 year old. After they finish laughing, if they can remember what the question was, they will probably tell you everything down there still works.
In fact, having sex with yourself or a partner or partners on a regular basis has been scientifically proven to have beneficial health properties.
Orgasms release/relieve stress, release chemicals which lubricate joints, release chemicals in the brain which help it operate better and a host of benefits including cramp reduction during periods and reducing migraines.
Maybe we could quit killing marine life to make arthritis and join pain reliever and start having better sex instead? I think the fish would appreciate it and so will your partner.
I don’t know about you but I’d rather have an orgasm with 100% effective results than a bunch of expensive pills with questionable results made from animal parts that couldn’t be part of dinner.
One published study showed migraine headaches are a result of not having enough sexual release.
Speaking as someone who has only had the onset of two migraine headaches in my life… both happened when I was separate from my partner for more than a week. I immediately found a solution attached to the palm of my hand.
Prior to the 1900s one didn’t have a headache to get out of having sex, they had sex to get rid of the headache. (Our culture is so screwed up.)
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Letter #3 Part 5
All sex organs are muscles.
Yep... No more Excedrin in this house... Thank you.