I am waiting for the second print-proof master of Stoner’s Bone of Contention to arrive, this could be IT. Book #9 will be available online within weeks. This is a potcentric sexotic fictional memoir about getting high then diving into that baffling abyss between men and women.
What’s at the heart of this book? It celebrates sexual thoughtfulness with deft vignettes of Stoner’s philosophy in action. Free-wheeling and oddly thoughtful, tender at times, cussedly candid at others.
SAMPLE – I took a hop, skip and a jump through the book to isolate these particular musings of our narrator
I had no idea she was seeking a sexual consultant. I had gone to enough of these sorts of grocer conventions to be careful around women on the road. There was a wild, after-school feeling with so many out-of-towners in attendance. It would be that freedom that led to my intimacy with Kalia, but only after we had both evaluated the suitability of the other. There’s a moment when a woman makes her choice, insofar as she decides if it’s impossible to consider a physical tryst. When that switch is off, it’s off. It isn’t quite so definitive when it’s on, it being more of a dimmer switch than a single flip-to-the-on position. A woman’s signal set includes pressure readings and ineffable elements, I’ve learned to watch and wait for as long as it takes for her to decide. Arguing is fruitless, whining is unattractive; begging shouldn’t work. Here is where the women have all the power. Simple as that, write it down. Her highest compliment is to accept a man within her, to take him up into her center, to grant him the privilege of uniting with her. No matter how devalued commercial sex becomes, how tawdry and wasteful so much of our sex has devolved into, there is no doubting the primal urge between true lovers to blend.
The weirdest things conjure sex.
“I’m going to smoke some pole.”
I can’t remember when I first heard it; however, when you do hear it, you get the idea even if it doesn’t make sense objectively. It’s a sharp description of a vital function reduced to verb + noun.
So many ways to say fellatio, clinical or coarse words conjure the same image, face at the groin.
Smoke it, suck it, lick it, all the words are begging to put the mouth to the penis, to bend to or kneel for then open wide and make it disappear. Consume it. Blow it away. Finish it. Empty it. Take it all in, absorb what it is then ingest what it contains. Surrender to conquer, spill it out as a show of acceptance even if it is, ultimately, an act of expulsion. The threat of a missile is right before you launch it, after that there’s a countdown to its one and only detonation. There may be other missiles, other launches, but this one is up, up and away. Done for, once it’s started.
I think the fact that guys see getting tit as a mere way station on route to their one true goal means that they are missing a chance to experience a potentiator. A potentiator enhances the performance of another thing. By exciting a woman with knowledgeable handling of her breasts you are heightening the vaginal reaction. Don’t blast past the intimate hors d’oeuvre, a light bite whets the appetite. Create fertile ground for the sexual feelings to root and grow by appreciating the amusing and arousing sample. Women know they will get a reaction, some reaction, a definite reaction, to their breasts and it will most likely be delivered through the nipples, telegraphing the nether receptors to come awake and await further signals.
I leap from the sight of nipples to the facts of sex, to positions and angles and scooping up heat. I run the endless loop of what the rest of me is doing as I pay homage to her succulence. I have so many parts to offer, my hands and limbs, my torso, my chassis, all fired up from my little engine that could, my valiant libido pulling me up and up and up. My mind races ahead even as I force my body to slow down and participate fully. I hold the faith that if I invest my attention in her pleasure from the start then I am much more likely to share it in the end. I can get myself off but I can’t fuck myself.