Making the world a calmer, happier place, one orgasm at a time.


Making the world a calmer

Step One, First Ya Gotta Find it

It’s only a mystery if you rush.

It’s easy to find.

The Clitoris has NO hair.

It is not shiny since it has no moisture of its own.

The clitoris is covered by a hood, which makes it possible to touch.

     Okay, well yes, the clitoris itself (under the hood) is shiny, but you don’t want to touch that. 

The Clit under the hood, is way too sensitive and does NOT create pleasure. Always touch the clit via the clitoral hood.

The Clit has NO hair.  It is not shiny.

There is only one spot in this region with both of these qualities, and that is the Clit.

There will be hair covering her Clit, just not growing from the Clit itself.

Part her hair while her legs are closed.

The clit is way up top and is accessible with her legs still closed.  Brush her hair to the side, and find the bald spot.

Now that you’ve found it, touch it.

Be firm, but be gentle.  Sending her flying off the bed is not what your looking for.  An orgasm looks more like intense muscle contraction, not her ‘hitting the ceiling’ because you’re going too fast.

Okay, touch it.  Firm and gentle, until you know what makes her contract, moan and eventually explode.  Pay attention to how she’s reacting.

The Clit in the picture here is colored blue, so you can get an idea where this little treasure hides.

Who is Kess Jones?

I’m Kess Jones and after years of holding out for the celibate love-of-my-life to change his mind, I decided to take a lover.

I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, but the right subject never showed himself, and Lionel’s hold on me was still strong.  BUT, this July I drove back east and confronted Lionel, all the while texting my BFF “you have make me fuck someone when I get back.”  She replied “okay” but I knew she was shaking her head because I’m picky and find almost no one attractive.

Plus, I want to actually connect with someone before having sex with them.  The sex is better that way, but how do you connect without the whole ‘relationship’ thing coming up.  I don’t want a boyfriend, and I don’t want meaningless bar sex where an STD is more likely than an orgasm.

Two weeks after returning from the northeast Christoph surfaced. He’s a friend of a friend, in the middle of a divorce, lives hundreds of miles away in California, and was going back home at the end of the week.  Perfect.

I’m not looking for a boyfriend, just a lover.

I watched his fingers as he played the guitar, and thought if he can play me with that same attention to detail, I’ll be in heaven.

He was flirting with me, or so I thought, I’m so out of practice it was awkward at first. I doubted he was interested in  me….  maybe he’s just a super nice guy talking to – what he sees – as some old lady.  Maybe the idea of flirting was so far off of his radar it never even crossed his mind…. Ahh, insecurity.

On the way out of the door one evening he grabbed my arm  “Do you want to stay here tonight” he asked

I did want that; yes please.

His touch was fantastic, he whispered sweet things, he told me my ass was perfect – who doesn’t love to hear that? He was just what I needed except for one small problem………  this grown-ass man didn’t know where the clit was!

On our third and last night together, I begged him “Please touch my clit”

…. nothing changed.

After a while, and after I’d given up hope, he said “is that it?”

“Is that what?”

“Your clit”

I laughed.

I felt bad about it before the all air had left my lungs, but was he serious? He was about three inches south of the destination.

What a waste, an otherwise fabulous lover, clueless.

I desperately want to school him, but he wasn’t the best student.  Since that ship has sailed I’ll school everyone instead.  Making the world a calmer, happier place, one orgasm at a time. 😉

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