I’d never here the end of it if our mama found out I’m lettting a stranger fuck on me. It’s as bad it sounds, according to her.
“I’ll keep my mouth zipped but you owe me one. I need a babysitter when you come back.”
“Amen to that,” Mina giggled.
“I’m hanging up.”
Before they could utter another word, I hung up the phone and put it on DND, so I could get a good night’s rest without my mind rambling on and on again. The melatonin was starting to kick in.
The next morning,
I woke up early because my body needed to adjust to the time change. I slid out of bed, washed my face, brushed my teeth and got dressed in a tube top and distressed jean shorts from Zara. There was no reason to put on putting on makeup, so I applied lip gloss and doused my body in vanilla creams and scented vanilla powder so the scents could stick to me. Before exiting the bedroom, I put my braids in a ponytail, allowing the rest of it to dangle down my bare back.
The sun was beaming so bright, so I decided to go outside and become one with the earth. My eyes looked ahead at the beautiful ocean waves as birds gawked over me, becoming unified with the peace and serenity. It almost feels tangible, as if it can’t be broken—somewhat peaceful. I’d come here over and over again, just to experience this. If I were in another lifetime, I’d never want to go home, but I know this is only temporary so for now, I can only indulge in the fruits of God’s labor.
I heard the sound of something clash against the floor, snatching my attention away. So, I sauntered back inside the house to see Syx picking up a pot off the floor and putting it back in the cabinet. The smell of coffee, and fresh fruit lingered throughout the house, making my stomach growl and making me regret ditching breakfast.
Syx cocked his head to the side, noticing me, “How’d you sleep?”
He was dressed clad today in a crinkle fabric relaxed shirt with matching drawstring creamsicle colored shorts. On his feet were a pair of LV mules, revealing his clear coated, manicured toes.
“Pretty good,” I responded. “I’m an early bird, so I wasn’t going to sleep in. This time change is crazy?” The clock on the wall read 4:30 a.m, but the sun was starting to rise.
“Yeah, it takes a while to get used to. It kicks my ass whenever I go back to the States.”
“I can imagine so,” I murmured, as I leaned against the cool countertop, watching him roam around the kitchen.
“Are you hungry? We have fresh fruit.”
“Sure.”
There was a fruit basket in the middle of the island, decorated beautifully. Not wasting time, I dug in, peeled a banana then bit into it.
“Follow me,” he motioned, and I trotted along.
Syx led me to his office. It was a comfortable space with a large couch, some anatomical diagrams on the walls, and shelves of books about sexuality.
“C’mere.” He settled on the couch beside me, as I bit into the banana again. “Let’s start with the basics. Do you know anything about female anatomy and arousal?”
I offered a neutral expression and a shrug, my cheeks warming as I attempted to hide my blush. “I know the basics, I’ve had a pussy my whole life, Syx.”
“I hear you,” he chuckled, then spoke in a more serious tone. “But let’s go deeper. The clitoris isn’t just a button, Nyne. It’s actually a much larger structure. It has internal legs that extend several inches into the body, wrapping around the vaginal canal. When you’re aroused, the entire structure becomes engorged with blood.”
Listening closely, I swallowed the last bit of my banana and held the peel in my hand until he took it and tossed it in a nearby trash bin. Then he stood up, giving me a whiff of his Dior Sauvage cologne. My eyes traced his steps—following along, like a newborn baby. He walked over to one of thebookshelves and pulled out a detailed anatomical diagram and walked me through it, explaining the different parts of female sexual anatomy in a way that was clinical but not cold. He talked about different types of nerve endings, the role of the pelvis floor muscles, and the way arousal affects the entire body.
“Most women need clitoral stimulation to orgasm,” Syx explained. “But that doesn’t mean just rubbing the external part. It means understanding how to stimulate the entire clitoral structure, through direct touch, through pressure, and through internal stimulation through the internal legs.”
“I’ve tried all that,” I spoke up. “It feels good, but it never builds to anything.”
“That’s because arousal isn’t just physical,” Syx said. “It’s mental and emotional too. Your brain is your most important sex organ. It takes most women a while to cum. If you’re anxious and in your head, your body won’t fully relax into pleasure.”
“So how do I stop being in my head?” I asked him.. He seemed to have all the answers that I was looking for.
“Practice,” he said, simply. “We’re going to work on sensation rather than outcome. I’ll be talking you through it.”
The rest of the morning, we did breathing exercises and meditation. He had me lie down and guided me through a body scan, having me notice sensations in different parts of my body without judgement.
“The goal is to become more present with your body Nyne,” he whispered in my ear. The feel, of his beard trickled along my shoulder blade, causing me to shiver just a tad. “I want to be able to take you there and you can’t be afraid to reach your peak, love. You hear me?”
