3. The male orgasm. Discovering the million dollar point
Yesterday we saw the climax of a lifetime. Do not disregard, is made with love. With more or less technical, more or less sensitivity or wisdom, but done with love. And this is very important.
And that orgasm is what generates the beloved, 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 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 encouraging them to another couple, and finally there is a chorus of women who are not exactly medieval mourners to funerals, though 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 well (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 cries 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 game of bug two backs, but by shared inexperience. 
But, as for repairing an engine is best to call a biker, or to fix a shoe, Zapatero, depending on activities, better resort to Tania, or a Vania, or a Sonia. I remember as his was today, I came to my town, after driving 900 km in the summer before they had air conditioning and cars came, why deny it, hot and s warranty.
Indeed, at home waiting for me (probably sleeping) my wife. I was going to wake up? I found it convenient to perform an act of charity, let the sleeping bed.
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 quick straw in the same car, and gets a more rested, better mood, and unwilling to demand conjugal duty, so that's good for the family coexistence.
So I stopped in front of either, I negotiated the services, I did not want any eccentricity, and French were on a condom. Almost "menu of the day." He climbs into the car, leads me to a parking lot full of cars, all with lights, all with a person sitting behind the wheel and another bent on it. And there I parked myself on drums. Vania took off her tits, while down on me, I became very functional in form, with one hand and pulled the condom from its holster, placed it in his 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, rather than keep my cock down to the eggs, rozandolos above, as I later learned was called a sensitive. Abri legs a bit, to let him pass, until she reached the perineum. There, in that area, he pressed inward. It was as if suddenly I had as an electrode. My body contracted, I would say that I lost all encompassing feeling of his mouth my cock was like a thousand fingers, like a thousand hands I squeeze inside.
Vania had a direct line to where it generates the orgasm, 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. It was not a brush, it was not a massage, it was a pressure on the penis (for those who want to find out, it's easy, because you can, below the testicles, penis that enters the body. Is there ). Some say that's not exactly on the axis of symmetry, but is a bit lopsided. I do not know.
I know that orgasm that seemed to come from a different place, there was no need for both prologue in both up and down, so much gibberish. It was almost instantaneous. Struck a magical short-circuited the whole mechanism to the trigger point taking it without waiting. And a shot much deeper, more relaxing, an orgasm that seemed to never end, my body was drained without seeing the end. That came, as it comes around, but I left in another galaxy. And some of my body was there, (no, not condoms, full as ever), but an insatiable curiosity.
I arrived 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
Tags: orgasm , male orgasm , about a million dollars
July 18th, 2009 at 18:09
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