The end of desire and orgasm. Post Bread
Men are very poorly made, depending on what. I must say, very well designed to pee, especially in unhealthy places. Those who are men do not realize the advantage it is that the state of contamination of the container in which we are leaving our golden offering 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 his feet. Because who would think, what sick mind would think of half a lifetime 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 left in mid-career. Because we know that once we had that orgasm with which we have fantasized about, which we have pursued for us is just the party, while for she is only beginning.
Because the situation is that a woman an orgasm serves for the next step. An orgasm is usually the prelude to the next in a chain that ends only by exhaustion. And yet, we humans ... once we finish, we're done. And the bad thing is that we're done "physically" and that what was a glorious phallus penetrating a slug becomes wet and shiny, but it also have done "spiritually."
I try to explain it, because I have not seen written anywhere. Let us in a situation: we are with our partner, excited, making love like 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 following dust. What if in this we are, our yard is the rod of Moses opening the sea, in the case of later, she is Judith and Holofernes us. And even a little later in the night, leaving the Bible to enter the zoology, will do the flying crab, the eastern dragon, the Marsupilami SALTARIN finally, exhausted and at dawn, with the devouring velociraptor. All this accompanied by loud cries and jumps, and music, and angels and large sources of light and color.
And in all that we as men and we fuck on the first.
And on that note (we will discuss this morning) the contraction in the womb, the unstoppable force that comes to us from the womb, vibration, spasms, fall like a stone from the top of our Olympian gods of sex. Disappear - completely, as if it never existed - the desire. In the ten or twenty seconds it can take an orgasm (by the way, anyone know what it takes??) Have passed out of the five powders were going to take for the rest of the night (well, three, according to sex and condition ) not want (again, not wanting to, I said not to) take any.
As the desire is gone along with the semen.
For power, we can. With a little perseverance and interest usually are physically capable of repeating. I just do not want. We are not interested. Finite desire Caputto. 
That's a design flaw, we, I say that the Creator would walk out of shape that day. Not satisfied with the apple, serpent, throw us out of Paradise, in forcing kids to fuck your mother while Adam looked at Eve ...
let's see, I had already tried with Adam and Eve, I had a hard time doing another couple for all so that we were not blood relatives? No, he wanted more.
He wanted to screw us, making the culmination of the desire to kill the act had generated the same act.
And that in us, we believe the kings of sex, not women, culturally submitted.
It may be more diabolically evil than He?
