Believe it or not: It can get even better.
Here are some techniques to enhance the pleasure of your multi-orgasmic masturbation:
Hold your breath for a split second after inhaling, then exhale.
Inhale twice or more without exhaling, then exhale.
Masturbate while sitting or lying with your legs spread.
While masturbating, softly stroke your torso, upper arm or legs.
Move your pelvis by thrusting and tilting it.
Move your legs by sliding your feet forward and back.
When you feel an orgasm coming, rub your hand quickly up and down your torso, upper arm or leg.
Move your legs by opening and closing them quickly when you are about to come.
When about to orgasm, open your legs even wider than before and thrust your pelvis forward.
Make a noise when you orgasm; try and moan “like a girl”.
Take a break between orgasms to allow your erection to subside, then restart and masturbate to a very satisfying orgasm.
“Ride the wave” of a constant, continuing orgasm by keeping your sensation at a constant, high level by adjusting the pace of your hand, and by allowing your lower abdomen to contract in fast, sharp jerky movements.
When masturbating use your whole hand.
Masturbate more and longer for increased pleasure.
Finally, try things yourself. You are bound to stumble on more pleasurable techniques.
Chapter Ten: The philosophical stuff
By now I assume that you have mastered the art of multi-orgasmic masturbation. Now you may ask: Where to from here? Besides the obvious possibility of multi-orgasmic sex with a partner – which is the subject of a different book – the question is: so what? What is the point of all this?
I might answer that glibly by saying that the pleasure is a point in and of itself. But that would perhaps be a bit of a cop-out. Surely there is more to life than mere physical pleasure?
Indeed. But is there more to multi-orgasmic masturbation than sheer physical pleasure?
Perhaps the question is: is there more to pleasure than pleasure? Does it mean anything in the greater scheme of things?
I think that pleasure – such as pleasure that comes through multi-orgasmic masturbation - is meaningful. First of all, it is meaningful for its own sake. Test it this way: Would you deny any of your fellow human beings pleasure? Surely not. And if you could, would you like to help others have pleasure? Again, surely you would. And would that not be meaningful? Of course it would. The one reason I am writing this book is because I want to help other men enjoy what I enjoy. To me doing that is extremely meaningful. Now if that is so, why should I not say my own pleasure is meaningful to me? If it is meaningful to make others feel good, then why should it be any different if we feel good ourselves? I think those of us who grew up in religious, especially protestant, backgrounds, have learnt to eschew our own pleasure as if it is somehow “less worthy” than that of other people. How can that be? If we are to be encouraged to make others feel good (by serving them food or drinks, receiving them in our homes, entertaining them, talking to them, showing an interest in them, teaching them, or whatever), then surely their feeling good is meaningful? Otherwise why should we – as altruistic beings who want to do good – want to help others to feel good? The reason is that pleasure is good for its own sake.
And what is more, how can we help others feel good unless we know it ourselves? We are in the world and of the world. We are not remote and aloof moral agents that dispense good from on high like the gods of old. We are here, and we feed our children the food we have enjoyed. We serve our guests the wine we have tasted. We recommend to our students the books we have read. We share our pleasure, because that is the one way we know that others will enjoy things as much as we have. Is all of that not meaningful precisely because we know what we are talking about when we recommend pleasures to others?
Quite apart from the meaning of pleasure for its own sake, to me its meaning partly lies in the fact that it is the result of practicing a discipline. While saying that, I am mindful of the fact that we all experience random and unintended pleasures that we neither plan nor expect. The best that we can do about these is to enjoy them consciously when they occur. But what I have in mind are those pleasures that we know we can enjoy at will, if you like – that we can plan and cause to happen as part of a disciplined lifestyle. Just like we have to discipline ourselves in order to get the most out of our exercise, or our work, or our studies, just so we need to discipline ourselves in order to enjoy life to the full. Mostly our discipline lies in unlearning habits that have been ingrained in our being through the rules of society, or the demands of our lifestyle. But there is at the same time an element of conscious discipline in the form of rigorous training and practice involved in enjoying pleasures.
When I went to university for the first time, I had left behind a school career during which I had rigorously disciplined myself to study, exercise and master the art of public speaking. I had been a super-achiever in high school, and I was frankly tired of it. Now I decided that I was going to enjoy life for a change. What I did not understand, and what no one had taught me, was that enjoyment of life was not the absence of the rigorous disciplines to which I had become used. It was in fact an art – an art which required as much discipline as all the virtuous hard work I had engaged in until then and, sadly, an art I had not yet mastered at that stage. I believed that all I needed to do in order to “enjoy life”, was to work a little less, and the fun would start happening. I was so wrong. And the result was that my first year or so at university was a huge disappointment.
For example, like all young boys I liked food. I had a recollection that my mother’s food at home had been very good, and that I had been very happy enjoying it. So I was determined that I was going to enjoy food, because that was one of the ways in which I had enjoyed life before. But now that I consciously tried to enjoy food, I suddenly discovered that I did not know how. Although I did not realize it at the time, I had somehow lost the skill of enjoying food. Something which before had been self-evident and effortless, now seemed impossible to achieve. To make things worse, I ate more and more in order to bring about that state of bliss that in my mind I had associated with food, making it less enjoyable in the process.
This inability to enjoy food spilled over into other things. I did not know how to enjoy a drink, or sport (whether as participant or supporter), or a book, or friendship and conversation, or female company.
I have to say it took me several decades to learn really how to enjoy life. I eventually mastered the art of enjoying good food, I like to cook, I learnt to enjoy wine, I love good company, I love to travel when I can, I read a large number of good books and I also enjoy my work. Over many years I have also mastered the art of pleasing a woman, and I get huge pleasure from doing that. I have also learnt to masturbate in a way that literally gives me hours of unparalleled pleasure.
Fundamentally I enjoy these things because I have learnt the discipline of enjoying them.
And those disciplines have meaning for their own sake. Just like there is meaning in a gymnast mastering the movements of his sport, or a musician his instrument, or a fly fisher the intricacies of his hobby, or an artist the skills of his craft, just so there is meaning in the discipline of giving and receiving pleasure. And the meaning is not merely the pleasure of enjoying these things. It is the discipline. It is the sense of achievement, of self-expression and purpose, things that come through discipline, that gives meaning to them.