This is perhaps the most intensely erotic experience I have ever enjoyed. It was a bitterly cold day outside but the wood fire and hot bath generated comforting warmth. Her silent treatment was, for me, a meditation on pleasure. The biggest challenge in meditation is holding my focus. My restless mind wanders so easily. She had me 100% focused on pleasure and the joy of silent anticipation, for the entire two hours. Not a...

She walks past my door 8 am every day. In her jogging pants. I first noticed her on my morning power walk. A tall slim woman. The cut of those pants draws my eyes to hips that sway. A beckoning bum. My heart rate quickens as her pace outstrips my stride. And edges ahead. Does she even know my eyes are glued to her arse? Intoxicating. What I’d give to sink my face between those plump cheeks. Again tomorrow?

Her red leather chair has no armrests and is the perfect design for Yab-yum. Were I a few years younger, her willingness to straddle me would demand a risk assessment! Yet she readily accepts my invitation to sit together. Adopting Yab-yum so instantly seems natural. Like a sapling embracing the earth, her muscular thighs take root around me. And direct my lustful energy through her base chakra. My wandering hand assists...

‘Let's try yoni meditation,’ she said. It turned out to be nothing like what I was expecting that day, nor since. Yoni: such an appealing Sanscrit word. But its male counterpart, lingam, holds no appeal for me. Earlier she had drawn out of me that I really wanted us to use that guttural word 'cock'. Oh how I felt liberated to be a man, quite proud of my cock. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘we'll use cock.’ And she supervised his growth...