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For if, my dear little grasshopper, my beloved small grasshoppers, I'm a bit vague. The truth is that not news, I always happens this time of year. If winter is not much work (how, otherwise, would find the time to write the blog now, and, above all, as we had found earlier to live?), Which is summer, stick a stick into the water.

But then, you see, not the blog!

But there is an issue that I wanted to talk, which came to the defense of women's mustache (follow the link if you want), which is the aesthetic pubis.

Those who are, for many years, in addition to naturists, observers of the crotch, we could glimpse a change that I would describe as sociological, which has not yet been collected on paper (at least I have not seen any reference it), and the emergence of new professions, from bikini hair removers until brown proportioners integral.

And is that the chichi has gone from using and enjoying particular enjoyment to be (at least visually), public.

And that's good, fair, necessary, and it's nice.

Because before people saw reasonably arranged, hairstyles, makeup even slightly, with a hairy crotch which sheepdog. With black locks hanging down to mid-thigh. A wilderness, messy, broken, one could imagine full of hyenas and rattlesnakes. A jungle where a cat would not find her kittens, where the language most seasoned only had found the curl tangle ... of course, been a while since I tangled hair. Did you?. As practical as before, I suspect more people combing. At the end there is a poll.

And I think everything is going in the same line, that people are realizing that you can not walk through life with a newly coiffed head by Llongueras and chichi with dreadlocks.

A pubic "natural" implies carelessness, disinterest, boredom ... no head is left natural, a natural armpits, natural beard (well, there's always some green raw foodist, but, thank God, are the least), women wax legs (talk about that another day), I think myself that the eggs with the hair are horrible - and not usually very pretty natural, that is another topic that deserves a post - so that was both aesthetically ugly technically inconsistent: a woman dressed up, painted nails, coiffed head, eyebrows drawn, not a shade darker mustache, armpits as a baby's ass, and suddenly, a line such as carbon black, locks escaping in all directions, even with hairs (imaginadlo with horror, forget it immediately), pointing between her ass cheeks.

Tomorrow then, at such a terrifying image, we'll get to it.

I swear the Child Jesus

So yeah, I stole the title from Mancolm Lowry. So far we've talked about orgasms "standards". Today I will talk a certain way to get one that feels differently, and that is as good as pa pal the girl baby. In fact, taught me my cousin when we were not both even and adolescents ...

Maybe he's explaining something that is obvious to many that you read me, it's not for everybody, because some friend with whom I spoke had not ever experienced. And the truth is that she was delighted.

Because the technique requires a shower. And it must be possible to remove the shower head (eye with the rubber ring seal does, do not go out alone, but if it comes when you open the water).

And YaST, remove the shower with the hose only, you become the dash where you like best - better than with all the pressure, half-closed valve, which can hurt - and you will notice right away the stress of orgasm. I have no idea what women feel, nor men, if what I feel, even without an erection, immediately, the sensation of impending orgasm, as when the doctor I went looking for something in the prostate.

Of course, despite this feeling that is almost, I think you must have an erection, but at the time, then, starts an orgasm, "different." Probably different because there is nothing to distract us, no other person, no rubbing of skin, no movement. All the excitement is produced by the continuous stream of water. And therefore, all the sexual energy is concentrated in the prostate. You feel the tension inside yourself, until it is released.

Sometimes orgasm is as always, a release in a half dozen contractions, but only once is a contraction, much longer, much more intense as if they were all together in a single sum of all of them ... and then the Ejaculation is like lava coming out of a volcano, in a thick and continuous stream. One is low (rather, one is) an erupting volcano, a river of semen. And it feels like, while shrinks the prostate, pleasure spreads through the body. I feel as if time stopped, orgasm lasts much longer, and leaves me relaxed for several days ...

and for you the same, although my cousin showed me not to shower, but with jet tub. The position was a bit bizarre, thinking now, she lay in the tub, legs open flat on the tiles, while the jet gave him right there, but I assure you that if you have not you look 12 years both in posture, but in the triangle that you are seeing so much detail for the first time, and that you have dialed, without knowing you forever.

And when I see my cousin, I wonder if she still remembers ...

Well as we said yesterday, after the experience with the doctor, I decided to delve deeper into the issue of prostate, which looked in the classified ads "prostate massage". Overall, if a doctor making me a rectal exam, without preliminary loving, had been about to cum, which would not happen with a skilled masseur.

Now to make the appointment, asked if I wanted one or a masseuse. That was a question that I had ever done, but of course we began to get into choppy waters. I opted for a massage, although it is likely that a masseuse knew more of those things.

And I got there, an apartment of an apartment block, I always share the elevator crashes at these locations with the mother who comes to their children to School, and who knows, on the floor, where am I and why, but good.

I call, I look out the peephole, opens the door a very madame sunset, with hides and half-naked. Your bowing to the session maso? it does not ... oh, you came only to that of massage! (The "just" do not know if it bothered me or put me at ease, I could be who had come alone (ie not along) or just (only).

In any case, I was there, I do go to a room with leather masks on the wall, some whip cornered, red lights, red walls (so that he saw no blood?). He asked me to undress and he cast into the stretcher. There was the traditional walk to the massage to choose from Tatiana, Vanessa and Monica, but did not crack the whip to hurry me.

He left the room, I lay on the stretcher, and there came a girl. It started in the shoulders, at 20 seconds was in the buttocks, at 30 I was fingering her ass. Like, I wonder? Obviously I thought it showed. You ever done this massage? I did not. Okay, it is done with this. And taught me a strange tool attached here. The truth is that I was a little ecs ... but she said not to worry, you put a condom.

The truth is that when I write this, and look for the photo, and I remember the place and the situation certainly find it quite how to say? unedifying?, vulgar? even rude? Like the other posts might like or not, I think many, and some would like to share the situations described in them, in this case I would say that it is an experience that you feel like repeating, nor I, nor probably those you follow this blog.

So the girl slipped a condom on the vibrator, the lubricant bath, he told me to relax, and while one hand was touching my ass, with the other I was putting the balls. Was not particularly pleasant, unpleasant or not, rather rare. He reached inside (seemed to me that I had placed two meters of balls, like the time I had a colonoscopy (now that's a story!), But not. There were to be two meters, but if 15 cm easy. Well, he began to move around, and my truth is that I was a little like it was so erotic or exciting as scratching the knee, ie very little.

Well, being a vibrator, it launched. And that was the last straw and I went around tickling the underbelly, and a total devolution. I started a spiritual journey, but not to the seventh heaven, if not to the doubling of the personality. I left my body and I was hanging from the ceiling, as Gregor Samsa, looking at me, lying on a stretcher in a red room with decorated maso, but it was not that bad, which gave me the laugh was me there, ass in the bubble. And the sense of ridicule was stronger, my double refund my body to immediately ask the girl to spend more conventional activities.

And the truth is that the other times I've tried prostate massage has been always at hand, with the finger of loving people, that officiate in a dedicated cabinet but instead are sweet and loving, but still, I did not like . I have not reached orgasm, or even near it, and after a little while the finger was bothering me and ended the test.

And this has been my experience. I have a question that I have no need to lift, and if a real prostate massage, done by a professional and hand would be an extraordinary experience, a true spiritual journey into the depths of sex and pleasure. But the truth, I do not want to retest.

So that, as half of the visitors come for the Priligy, here are two links

to post on the first experience I had

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Warning: this post will put pictures that have nothing to do with what you mean, but I like, for example is (sorry for nails, of course!). Why put a picture of the prostate as breaking the story, moreover, is neither beautiful nor interesting, and you all know what it is and where it is, which, incidentally, shows that nature is very bad, because ... by what the f *** was going to put in place so inaccessible?

Well as I said, after Vanya Tania or teach me, sitting in a parked car both in a parking lot in the dark, unknown landscapes, I liked what I learned. And when one partner and wiser. I must say that then, before the internet, sexual outreach programs on TV, and especially before the Cosmopolitan (like back to your man crazy in bed, or his ten points secrets), all we were much more ignorant. We had seen them all (at least the men) a lot of dirty magazines and we seemed to know everything, but when your partner's hands were lost, we would close the legs which a Santa Maria Goretti anyone frightened by what they could think.

Well after the passage of Tania, I opened them. Not only did not remove his hand with a sweet researcher Noli me Tangere, if I was moving in his direction, was driving in a way.

And I started full culturizar shamelessness, that if men have other erogenous zones, that if the male G-spot ... where does it say it is? There?

But the truth is that I did not dare to look. Ment, one day I tried to find them myself, and if I had video camera I swear that I hang it right here, and gives us all laugh. I would go with do not know what sexual self-help text, looking at the pictures in which a man sitting with his back apouyada on a wall, introducing the finger to reach the prostate, and I remember the day that I tried autofellatio ( I must say that either one is very well armed, or is very flexible, the men of Iberia plane dimensions - short, dark and bad milk - not reached . For that, there I was, looking at the pictures, trying to emulate the stance of the book, until I came to the conclusion that the pictures had hired a Chinese contortionist, and prostate, at least his own, was elusive.

But still did not take the plunge.

I loved me my partners throughout the body, opened my legs at the slightest hint or even without it, as I ran passed me the finger in the ass ... but inside? No!

Until ...

Until I went to the doctor for these reviews and annual oil changes we do men aged 45, and the doctor, instead of prescribing the analysis directly, he says: Take off your pants, shorts, you can stop wearing the shirt , lie on the table that is there behind the screen.

¿?

I did. There comes a doctor, you put a glove, finger smeared with some good pasta, I opened my legs and sticks his finger up his ass to the navel. And it begins to move up and down that area. And I felt (yes, I know it is wrong to say it, it was a medical review), completely de-energized, so, cold, and without any preliminary, no looks, no kisses, the same feeling after orgasm. The internal tension that spoke in the other post, the passage immediately preceding the start of orgasm, when it can not be stopped.

and that without erection, without anything in a medical act!. No more touch, he said he had not found anything (no, but I do), prescribed testing me, and I was left with the desire to learn more.

And I thought, again, to learn there's nothing like the professionals use. And again three weeks to a new medical examination seemed to me an excess that could endanger Social Security (other than a frustration more than likely), look on the other hand, classified ads, all kinds of massage: Burmese, Greek, French without, prostate ... that's mine.

I phoned ...

(Continued)

And the black and white photo has little to do with the post, but I like it.

Torn between that and this, I put on the play of light and shadows of the speaker's post self shots, why else? but also note this photo in another post.

Yesterday we saw the climax of a lifetime. Do not scorn, is made with love. With more or less technical, more or less sensitivity or wisdom, but made with love. And this is very important.

And that orgasm is what generates the beloved person, with his body, his hands, focusing on our penis. It is placed in position, if the hands, well filled with oil, please takes us by a sensitive (but not the most sensitive) of our anatomy of man, and good with your hands, along with the movements of your body causes orgasm.

This is what I baptized (not that wrong to baptize orgasms) yesterday as epidermal orgasm (no, not Epidemic, epidermal, although outbreaks, if any, Hayles, commented the other day)

Well, today commented, orgasms epidemic occur, sometimes in orgies, where there are a couple very excited, she's screaming and shouting encourage another couple, and finally there is a chorus of women who are not exactly the mourners of medieval burials, although sometimes it seems that they are killing. It should be something that encourages your partner, which is accelerating the pace, until taut, and is exhausted. He does not always, but when he unwittingly comes to getting a situation also. If done right (well, that I know of no previous training is needed chance) is a kind of collective orgasm, good natured. It's almost like an exercise in synchronized swimming. And it's orgasmic screams that have an effect known as the animal in heat (well, of course)

And back to our epidermal orgasm, this is the only thing I knew, I must say to my shame, to be a middle-aged man (meaning as thirty advanced). And not for lack of companions with whom to play, as the French say, "au jeu de la bête à deux two," the bug to play two backs, but shared inexperience.

But, as a motor repair is best to call a biker, or to fix a shoe, Zapatero, depending on activities, better resort to Tania, or a Vanya, or a Sonia. I remember as his was today, I came to my town, after driving 900 km in summer, before they had air-conditioned cars and leave, why deny it, hot and s warranty.

Indeed, I waited at home (probably sleeping) my wife. I was going to wake up? I found it convenient to perform an act of charity, let sleeping the sleeper.

I should not be the only one sitting many hours driving increases libido, because the entrance of my town there is an area where all the Vanias, the Velia, the Sonias and Tania, and I thought ... we will not go bothering the missus, a straw in the same car quickly and reaches a more rested, better mood, and unwilling to demand the conjugal duty, so that's good for the family coexistence.

So I stopped in front of any of them, I negotiated the services, I did not want any eccentricity, and French were on a condom. Almost "daily menu". He climbs into the car, guide me to a parking lot full of cars, all with lights, all with a person sitting at the wheel and the other bent over her. And there I parked myself on drums. Vania took off her tits, while down over me, put me in a very functional, with one hand and pulled the condom from its package, I put in the mouth, and I wore the condom, all in one.

I was at a professional

And then, his fingers with long nails, I can not recall without a shudder, instead of staying on my dick down to the eggs, rozandolos above, as I later learned was called a sensitive. I opened my legs, to let him pass, until she reached the perineum. There, in that area, he pressed inward. It was as if suddenly I had placed an electrode. My body contracted, I would say I lost all encompassing feeling of my cock his mouth was like a thousand fingers, like a thousand hands, I squeezed inside.

Vania had a direct line to where orgasm is generated at the very center of my body. It did not take any more, the shift in sensitivity that we saw yesterday, the surface of the penis into the interior had not existed. He was not a brush, it was not a massage, it was a pressure at the base of the penis (for those who want to find out, it's easy, because it is seen beneath the testicles, penis, which enters the body. Is there ). Some say that's not exactly on the axis of symmetry, it is a bit lopsided. I do not know.

I know that orgasm that seemed to come from a different place, therefore there was no need prologue, in both up and down, so much gibberish. It was almost instantaneous. He played a magical point that shorts the whole mechanism, taking it to the trigger point without waiting. And a shot much deeper, more relaxing, an orgasm that seemed to never end, my body was drained without seeing the end. They came, as it comes around, but it left me in another galaxy. And some of my body was there, (no, not condoms, busy as ever), but an insatiable curiosity.

I went home with a smile

Carl, are you? I'm sleeping

- Do not worry, I shower and go to sleep I also, I get tired. And it's hot

the previous post

Well yes, there is little literature on how the male orgasm, how it feels, and especially if there are different types.

Because it seems that the male orgasm is ejaculation. And no.

Oh, and for those who here makes you wonder why the picture of a girl is that although it has nothing to do, it's cute that a guy running, do you want to tell you!

For men (or at least I, others, no idea, never talked about it) we have different types of orgasms, depending on the day, the time of the will, but mainly the kind of excitement, where it occurs, if only in the penis (or cock, or cock) or is fucking, when feelings are involved and the pleasure of another, depends on whether or not touching the perineum, in the ass ... is completely different if instead of movements in the penis, continuous excitation is used, such as jet shower.

But do simple things, and I think most enlightening, starting with an orgasm produced epidermis, ie, skin to skin. To avoid introducing uncontrolled variables (smells, tastes, feelings ), Suppose that orgasm occurs in a bed or lying on a stretcher, while we, or our boyfriend or girlfriend, your hands well greased with oil, is caressing us (to clarify the vocabulary, with a straw)

There it is clear that the only thing that comes into consideration is the touch of your hands, rub the oil, and eventually the noise as well as wet.

We skipped the preliminaries and directly put in a situation: we are already close to orgasm, but has not yet begun. We have the way to the surface, but at this time because we have closed our eyes, and it seems that all our sensitivity is a very specific part of our body, I would say that in the ring is at the top of the penis . Just feel that part of our body, with a tension that is growing.

Then suddenly, as he makes sport for the first time and realizes that he feels some muscles I did not know I had this feeling in the penis senses exacerbated, which was entirely superficial, moved inland, to the underbelly. We feel as if they caught us inside, it's hard to explain, it's like an indoor lighting. We already have the feeling that we can not stop, that orgasm is there, ready.

We could say that at this time, when the man feels that orgasm is imminent and unstoppable (then it may be nothing, also spoke of those orgasms as wet gunpowder), orgasm has begun. No pleasure, orgasm. If you look good, you will see that at this time tighten the legs, engarfian the toes, some people told me that the eyes are also a reflex. For my part I think I close.

We, as the warmth in the groin, and not much more than a few seconds, ie, two or three movements continue the excitement is when lighting, heat the tension felt in the lower abdomen (it should be, I suppose, something as prosaic as a contraction of the prostate) can no longer do it anymore.

We can not hold more than? for I tell you, kid, when I had orgasms without knowing what they were, for example, nocturnal emissions, which, incidentally, is a crap, I thought I had peed. Because I believe that the sensation of urgency, can not endure, is identical.

Now you differentiate the urgency of orgasm to the other, but that I believe is learned, not innate.

This urgency comes you can not hold, and released. It gets the whole body a few times, but practically ejaculated without realizing what is happening in the penis, because all feeling inside, it was a ball of light in the pubic area is transformed into a global illumination ( though more or less large, according to the situation, it may cover the lower abdomen and thighs, in addition to the penis, of course, occupy the entire body or talk about it in another post), the body tightens and loosens uncontrollably as the pulse internal transform into six or seven spurts expelled.

No more orgasm? I think not, although nothing is ejected, continue contractions, decreasing, and hence an expert lover (or a masseuse wise) may not stop immediately, if not to continue with the excitement, that if, more slow and deep. And if he can do, is capable of prolonging the orgasm a few seconds.

another day we continue with the extension of orgasm ..

post the following

From young women I had known that two types of orgasms, the "good" that is the vagina, and the "bad", which is the clitoris. Years passed, passed the sexual revolution, and suddenly we found no orgasms "good" and orgasms "bad", there are orgasms and lack thereof. Accepting that our women, couples, wives, encounters, lovers, girlfriends, affairs, friends when they were saying oh, ayy, more, do not stop, could be wishing I had done the sweaty macho us and we were left alone, it was tough.

Pero es que la deconstrucción como se llama ahora del orgasmo no acababa aquí. De pronto, y de un plumazo nos dicen: “no existe el orgasmo vaginal”. Cuando lo hay es, siempre, clitoridiano. Mande? pero si yo no sé ni dónde está eso! pues no existe tal cosa como el orgasmo vaginal. Lo dicen las feministas, que son las que más saben de eso, y tu lo has hecho mal toda la vida. Pero si a Purita parecía gustarle! Podía gustarle, pero por los golpes que dabas con tu pelvis en la pelvis de ella! o por el roce casi involuntario, casi a la remanguillé de tu pija en su clitoris. No puede ser, no podia ser. Que aquellos gritos que alborotaban al vecindario, que al rato estaba en lo mismo que nosotros, dandose replicas por las ventanas abiertas, aquella cama mojada, y no precisamente de sudor, aquellos pezones hinchados fuesen por los golpes de los huesos, como si fuesemos carneros, y no por la suavidad de mi cuerpo en el suyo… Algo estaba mal.

Así que rápidamente convoqué a mis asesoras. Y les hice una consulta rápida, como en las votaciones lo que llaman “consulta a pie de urna”, pues igual, pero en “consulta a pie de cama”. Alli estaban (no todas juntas y revueltas, que uno es un cientifico, no un Superman) Marujita, Cuquita y, cómo no, Purita. Así que mientras recuperaba el aliento y ellas encendian el cigarrillo yo les pregunté si eso era verdad, si podía ser que estuviesemos todos, nosotros y ellas equivocados desde Freud, y que solo existia un tipo de orgasmo, que era el mismo si se lo montaban ellas con sus deditos en la vena del gusto o con un consolador dentro del chichi (vamos a llamar las cosas por su nombre, ya está bien de términos medicos, clitoris, vaginas… aqui pepitilla, vena del gusto, chichi, almeja, almejilla). Y descubri desconcertado, que ellas no usaban consoladores, usaban vibradores, lo cual no contribuyó a mi orgullo de sietemachos.

Pero me dijeron también que no era lo mismo un orgasmo con vibrador encima que un orgasmo con un señor dentro. Que la sensación era completamente diferente. Claro que eso no invalidaba la teoria del roce, o de los golpes púbicos. Tambien podria suceder que la pija en el chichi fuese como el catalizador en una reaccion quimica, la acelera, o la hace posible, sin intervenir. Tambien era un golpe para mi orgullo.

Asi que visto que la doctrina era fluctuante, y no existía un consenso, me puse a buscar en la red los diferentes tipos de orgasmo, aprendí un montón, me hinché a ver fotos y videos, porque es un asunto cuyo estudio gusta por igual a doctores, a filosofos, a sacerdotes, ya bestias de variado pelaje.

Pero (y toda rosa tiene su espina) los estudios sobre el orgasmo no son paritarios, al menos hasta que Zapatero intervenga. Existen miles de páginas sobre el orgasmo en la mujer, en páginas porno y en páginas serias, miles de figuras en ambas (en unas más fotos, en otras más presentación de PowerPoint).

Thousands of studies and websites on women's orgasm, the multi-orgasmic, the squirting, the G spot, but very little of men. The truth is that I have been unable to find references. Photos of guys running if many, but detailed descriptions of the types of orgasm in men (if given), I do not know it.

Of course it's logical, and sorry for the self-reference, but we are in the same situation we were talking about biased statistics in the post of pastors Anabaptists. And the doctors, until relatively recently, were mostly men. And therefore, it was reasonable to consider carefully, circumspectly and scientific interest the female orgasm. It would have been bad apply for a grant for the study of orgasm in graduate students. That sounds really interesting study in the students? because that is what they did. And of those born sludge powders.

Apparently there is very little written about it, so while researchers do not put your hands (and never better employee) to work, I propose, with great spirit of sacrifice in my own flesh develop the scientific study of the male orgasm (when they no pictures) so that when a researcher decides to attack the problem already has a scientific body to begin its study.

So we will start shortly with the taxonomy of the male orgasm. Not that we have two classes, I think we are richer than that.

Men are very poorly made, depending on what. I must say, very well designed to pee, especially in unhealthy places. Those of us men do not realize the advantage it is that the state of contamination of the container in which we are leaving our golden gift may be offensive to the eye, and even smell, but generally not dangerous to health .

But instead, we are designed to orgasm, with forgiveness, with the feet. Because, who would think, what sick mind can come up with half-life we ​​are thinking about how and with whom to have an orgasm, and tucked into flour and dedicate ourselves to our partner's hard for her to enjoy before or at least, and not remain in mid-career. We know that once we had that orgasm with which both have fantasized, which we have pursued, the party just for us, while for she is only beginning.

Because the situation is that a woman an orgasm serves as a stepping stone to the next. An orgasm is usually the prelude to the next in a string that only ends up exhausted. And instead, we men ... once we're done, we're done. And the bad thing is that we have not finished "physically" and that what was a glorious and penetrating phallus becomes a slimy wet and shiny, but it also have done "spiritually."

I try to explain it, because I have not seen it written anywhere. Put yourself in position: we are with our partner, excited, making love as two Cossacks (or as a Cossack and a Cossack, or even as two Cossack, for that matter, is the same). We are there, with sensitivity to the surface, hoping that this will never end. And already thinking about the next powder. Que si en este que estamos, nuestra verga es la vara de Moises abriendo el mar, en el de despues, ella será Judith y nosotros Holofernes. Y aún un poco más avanzada la noche, dejando la Biblia para entrar en la zoologia, haremos el cangrejo volador, el dragon oriental, el marsupilami saltarin para acabar, ya exhaustos y de madrugada, con el velociraptor devorante. Todo ello acompañado de grandes gritos y saltos, y musica, y angeles y grandes fuentes de luz y color.

Y en todo eso pensamos los hombres mientras follamos y estamos en el primero.

Y en eso notamos (de eso hablaremos mañana) la contracción en el vientre, la fuerza imparable que nos surge de las entrañas, las vibraciones, los espasmos, caemos como una piedra desde lo alto de nuestro Olimpo de dioses del sexo. Desaparece – completamente, como si nunca hubiera existido – el deseo. En los diez o veinte segundos que puede durar un orgasmo (por cierto, alguien sabe lo que dura???) hemos pasado de los cinco polvos que ibamos a echar durante el resto de la noche (bueno, o tres, segun sexo y condicion) a no querer (repito, no querer, no he dicho no poder) echar ninguno.

Como que el deseo se ha marchado junto con el semen.

Porque poder, podemos. Con un poco de constancia e interes, por lo general estamos fisicamente en condiciones de repetir. Solo que no queremos. No nos interesa. Finito el deseo, caputt.

Eso es un error de diseño, vamos, digo yo que el Creador andaría en baja forma aquel dia. No Le bastaba la manzana, la serpiente, el echarnos del Paraiso, en obligar a los hijos a follar con su mamá Eva mientras Adan miraba…

vamos a ver, ya habia probado con Adan y con Eva, Le costaba mucho hacer otra pareja para que no fuesemos todos tan consanguineos? No, El queria más.

El quería jodernos, haciendo que la culminación del acto matase el deseo que habia generado ese mismo acto.

Y eso en nosotros, que nos creemos los reyes del sexo, y no en las mujeres, culturalmente sometidas.

Se puede ser más diabolicamente perverso que El?

I just updated the Cabinet Secret, at 18:00 on Monday. That has been my work today, so there will be no new post. Those who have not discharged more you give, because there is no news. There is a link to the Raglan at the end of this post.

My next posts will be about the differences of orgasm in men. O al menos, lo que yo puedo interpretar como diferencia de orgasmos. Because maybe you could think that women only had two types of orgasms (and even so, discussed), the vagina (that does not exist, we have learned) and clitoral very claimed by feminists and pro women.

As men have ours too! and try to explain, to see if I understand them.

Evidentemente, cualquier idea será bienvenida, cualquier pista, agradecida

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link the first of the types of orgasms