Poor Guy! Sacrificing His Yang for Her Yin!
“LORENZO, I JUST REMEMBERED ANOTHER WEIRDO EPISODE!
“It happened at Big Sur in California, where I gave a talk on my work. After the talk, I was approached by a very tall and attractive Eurasian lady who had lots of questions about my presentation. It was late in the afternoon, and martini time had arrived, so I asked if we could continue our conversation in the bar lounge. I was pretty sure that she would order a drink like club soda with a lemon spritz. I was wrong. She joined me with a martini. She was a very bright lady and handled herself with a subtle air of superiority. Not that she was a snob or anything like that, but her manner of speech and body language sent out a message that she was on a higher level than the average woman. After our session, we shook hands and parted ways. I showed no interest in seeing her again, and that was the truth.
My father used to tell me that there’s a time and a place for everything and quoted Ecclesiastes: ‘For everything there is a season.’ That night, my season was to be alone. Mind you, I might not have even succeeded in wooing her even to dinner. I’ve been turned down many times in my lifetime, and it usually doesn’t bother me at all—if ever. The more you desire a woman, the more difficult it is to handle her rejection. Take a lesson from Buddha!
I had planned to attend the morning session of the conference the next day and was booked on a flight back to New York later that afternoon. That morning, while I was in the pre-conference breakfast room, in walked the Eurasian. She looked stunning, and I immediately wondered how much time she’d spent preparing herself for her impressive entrance. Many of the guys couldn’t take their eyes off of her. I, as usual, turned my back to her and began reading the conference program. I can’t tell you why, but I had a hunch that she wanted to speak with me. And my intuition was correct. I was the guy that she was looking for. I wondered why she had dressed-to-kill for our encounter.
She tapped me on the shoulder, and here’s how it went. She told me she’d thought about our discussion and had come up with a commercial idea but wanted my help in putting together a business plan, because of my knowledge of a particular market. While speaking, she layered on a healthy but subtle dose of body-language sensuality, and let me tell you, she was very good at it. Then came the surprise. She lived near Big Sur and invited me to her home for dinner that night to further discuss her business plan. She told me she was not a great cook but hoped I would be happy with her culinary skills. Well, Lorenzo, what would you have done if you were in my shoes? Cancel the flight, right?”
“You bet your life. I wouldn’t even rebook until the night was over and I knew whether there would be another day, which is unusual for me.”
“When she opened the door, what I saw was a temporary vision of pure, sensual beauty.”
“G, what do you mean by ‘temporary’?”
“Because she very, very especially made herself up for the evening, and the next morning, her beauty would be markedly diminished. Get it? Anyway, she wore a white hanging kimono that draped down to her ankles, with marvelous slits that showed her legs and just-right views of her breasts. She puzzled me when she said that a martini would not be appropriate for that evening. That turned on my antennae that this was not going to be a normal evening, and I knew the business plan might never be discussed, let alone mentioned. We began with red Bordeaux, and then a very complicated and intriguing evening was launched, but I’ll make the story short. She was, would you believe, a bona fide Taoist.
Taoism is an old Chinese philosophy that concerns itself a lot with sex. Briefly put, it deals with yin and yang and sexual energy. A man’s yang, not his wang—ha-ha!—is in his semen, but there’s a limited supply. A woman’s yin, which is contained in her vaginal fluids, is limitless and is the fuel to increase a man’s vital energy.
So these clever Taoist women convinced the naive male that he should withhold his ejaculation and orgasm for as long as possible so he could absorb the energy from the yin of her vaginal secretions while she had her orgasms and enjoyed herself.
I surprised her when I told her I knew something about Taoism, and it was a privilege to meet my first practicing member. I wanted to add that she shouldn’t expect a marathon from me, however, because my yang was okay and in no need of help, but I didn’t. Suddenly, I observed that there were no pots or pans on the stove, which further increased my curiosity about what this lady was up to. She must have read my mind, and she brought a plate of assorted appetizers and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. She disappeared for a moment and returned with, would you believe, a water pipe—and asked me to join her in puffing. Though I hadn’t the slightest idea of what I would be puffing, I decided to go along, even though I was aware that it might limit my yang’s ability to increase her yin or the other way around.
Well, I smoked the stuff, and it really hit my brain. It not only made my genitals more sensitive but also caused the stem to arise. Also, it made her look more sensual than before, which is saying a lot. She slowly escorted me to her bed, and I managed to, after a long session, increase her yin without releasing my yang. After that, we stretched out in bed, side by side, and I still felt somewhat relaxed and concluded that sex for the night was over and I would shortly call a cab after my head cleared.
She suddenly placed her body on top of mine. The intense warmth I felt was both unexpected and welcomed. She then went to the living room and brought back the pipe to the bedside. I really wasn’t in the mood, but when a sensual Eurasian lady says to you, ‘Smoke a little more, for it’s my turn,’ who the hell could refuse such an offer? We took a couple of puffs, and the relaxation effect on me was pretty strong. It, however, energized her big time. We embraced, not hugged, for a while. She artfully and slowly massaged my genitals and created a crescendo type of stimulation like the Tantric ladies are reputed to do. Frankly speaking, I was a little bit worried about my heart, for it was racing a mile a minute.
She continued with one of the greatest performances of oral sex that I’d encountered, and the orgasm could not have been more sublime!
Needless to say, we never got around to her business plan. I, shaky as I was, managed to leave during the middle of the night and, like with most of the others, never saw her again.”
“G, you mentioned Tantric sex. What the hell is that?”