Cannabis Can Enhance Your Sexual Pleasure and Heal Your Genitals
So can sacred sex healers. And other news about Mysterious Witt.
My boyfriend’s dick felt like the most natural thing inside of me—like he was a part of me. His cock was like a tongue from my own mouth inside my vagina. My vage was my mouth and his dick was my tongue.
Shit, was I stoned.
We had each taken two hits off a cannabis vape. This stuff was strong. The weed was supposed to be uplifting. That was an understatement. I was in the clouds.
The experience was becoming transcendental. My boyfriend’s cock felt like it was meant to be inside of me. That felt wonderful because, too often, a dick can feel like an invader.
Let me explain.
Penetration can feel like an invasion. Yes, it can feel great to be “taken,” a cock pushing in to fill me. And yet, even when an erect penis is deep inside me, hitting my “A spot,” a part of me can still feel like I’m rejecting it.
I’m rejecting a cock from inside me because it doesn’t belong there. As sexual as you might believe I am, I didn’t always enjoy penetration.
This was especially true when I first started having sex. It took me a while to like it.
Even once I began to love penetration, being penetrated by a new man could mean discomfort. My vagina had to be lax enough to accept him. If I was tense in any way, my muscles would seize up. Penetration would hurt.
I’d be worrying: was this guy right for me? Did I really like him? Did he really like me?
But all this worrying could make me tense and make penetration uncomfortable.
But last night, when I smoked cannabis, the tenseness in my vagina disappeared. Yes, I trust my man with my life. But even still, penetration can still sometimes feel less than pleasurable.
Because the weed helped relax me completely, though, the sex felt better than ever. It made me feel like my man’s cock was a part of me.
And I hadn’t even reached orgasm yet. Then I did.
Once I started coming, I felt like I couldn’t stop. The ripples of ecstasy kept washing over me, again and again. This lasted for five minutes.
Wave after wave of incredible pleasure overtook me. I felt like I could have gone on forever like this—or at least for hours.
I started getting tired, though, and so I decided to stop. See, by that point, I was vibing myself.
Trust me, my guy had long ago finished coming. He was flaccid and not even inside me anymore.
I stopped vibing myself, and then I just started laughing. My boyfriend asked me what was wrong.
I was laughing because of all the energy I’d released. I’d been so pent-up emotionally for the past two years, stressed out about the pandemic, my finances, my ex, and my kids.
This made my body tense and tight. That included my vagina.
And that has affected my ability to experience sexual pleasure. Weed helped. It felt healing.
Which brings me to the idea of sexual healing. A lot of us need to be healed from the stress, trauma, and shame that causes us to tense up during sex.
Some of us are numb, period. What can be done?
A session with a sacred sexual healer can help.
I’m going to be discussing this idea more in-depth in March in a piece I will be writing for An Injustice! I’ve been chosen to write “The Take on X” newsletter for the publication.
For this piece, I will be diving deep into my own sexual healing. Part of that has included my interaction with sacred sexual healers.
What’s a sacred sex healer? According to my friend, Yulia Rose, one such healer, they channel the divine to help their clients “release blockages, heal traumas, connect to pleasure and even experience awakening.”
A lot of this healing happens through hands-on touch. These healers massage the breasts and vaginas of vulva-owners and the penises and testicles of penis-owners. This also includes anal massage.
They find the pain points in the genitalia that need to be massaged out and the numbness to be worked away. They do this so the client can experience more pleasure.
No, I haven’t had a real-life session with any of the sacred sexual healers I interviewed for my piece, but I have participated in many Clubhouse rooms with them.
Just being around them to bask in their non-judgmental attitudes and healing words about sexuality has helped me resolve a lot of my own shame and hangups surrounding sex.
And that’s helped me experience more pleasure.
Smoking weed has helped, too. The experience I recount above helped me release energy I’d been holding inside of my body for months. This energy exploded out of me in one giant orgasm.
I feel a lot better now.
What do you think? Have you ever smoked weed and had sex? Did it enhance the experience?
And what’s the state of your sexual health? Do you think you need healing from trauma and sexual shame? I would love to hear.
Oh, and if you’d like to read something else I wrote for An Injustice!, here it is:
Thanks so much for reading.