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Well talk today of a subject that hardly speaks. There is no literature on it is (and never better employed), an anticlimax.

We looked our best peacock tail men, we have used our women feminine weapons, we have seduced, we love (or not), we have had a hand, we have gone to bed (or in the car, or a pine forest, or a night like Yerma, we have enjoyed under the stars), the gentleman has accelerated its pace, if we know we know who is already coming, sweet little things you say or ordinarieces, or simply enjoyed with pleasure, seeing his face, his body tense noticed us, and finally, after some agonizing blows with his pelvis, his ass, with his whole body, sometimes provoke our pleasure, feeling yours, collapses on ( or low) us.

We looked at recovering, smiling. It was good while it lasted.

This was the easy part

Now, (says the man, that is me) we run, we see even our erection in her body, which imprisons us gently. We look, feel, and, above all, we stay, we must not fall into either of the two errors that spoil the above. Well, not two, two and a half, and explained later.

We were embraced, is a matter of few minutes, long enough so that we can look into the eyes, we can embrace, we can smile, we can really be together, while our breathing gently conforms to the other, our hearts beat together (they are so close, remember that we have not changed their position), and just our bodies are fused into one, you are sinking, are disappearing in the body of another. And I suppose the woman feels the same, as if your body absorbs from ours, I drank, I assume as their own.

It is difficult to explain this feeling, because it is not so much occasion as the lack of something. The penetration is, as we saw, a moment of spiritual communion, but at the same time, physical consciousness. I realize that my cock hard, is entering her body, which receives it. It will be so good, nice appetizing as you want, but there is awareness on my part and probably part of it, that our bodies are joining, but in a way, mine is mine, and yours is yours.

If we are really partners with some experience of being together (at least a dozen times in the post yesterday ) I can feel your body as an extension of mine, but I feel my cock in it, I feel my movements in your body, your muscles feel, I feel its folds, I feel the pressure and all this makes me cum.

I have already run, I'm in it, and this is the real moment of fusion with it. Sorry to be descriptive, now that I read more women than men But there is no choice but to explain this fusion. The men felt the erection. We do not know if it's lot, little, but we know it's there. And the nice thing is that after orgasm disappears after a few minutes and do not feel our penis, since our body is her body.

Now it's time to retire, when neither she nor I feel this separation, because nothing separates us.

Well, we've left with honey on the lips ... and tell me the errors? Where are they? because there is a lovely section for comments, and if not, then patience ... but I swear they are two and a half, one for the boy, one for the girl, and the medium that can be either, but if the girl is worse, and should be indicated on cigarette packets of snuff.

For men are much amounts: for I have fucked twenty this month, as there is no night I go out and not get wet.

And I, who am a man (or at least I have the attributes of, check it four or five times a day, every time I go to the bathroom), then no. The truth is no. Nor have I fucked twenty one months, and there are no more nights than nights mojo mojo.

But the truth is I do not care much, I will not be like others, if that is the first times that I'm in bed with a woman, I'm too distracted, too wonderful, and above all, too excited to do nothing more than running. Well, I try to enjoy it too, but soon I realize that we are in different movies.

She is too scared (now who is in the breast ... not going to bite my nipple?, Do not tell me ???), will play there too restless (to see if it is noticed that ... I will not smell michelin much ? - curious that fear of women by smell -), too frustrated (not going to run and, no, no, after you go!) to appreciate the moment.

Again, not the first time as the other, I guess if I answered that I ask them, they are screaming in delight after 30 seconds. It's possible.

I rather think that my / our first times are approximate and will lose their fear, they get to know the erroneous points / the other / other distinguishing signs be the pleasure of another. For the pleasure of the other alerts. Some people can not run with your legs together, and who does not have separate if not, there are those who need soft and gentle cuddling who beats that make you jump pelvis contact lenses

And only when you have seen the other on pleasure (some people think that the best way is to see how the other masturbates, which precisely, I do not deny, some degree of confidence), is when you can start to guided on the other, adjusting their movements and their timing on the movement and timing of the other.

And this is not achieved (well, I do not get it) or a while ago, or the half dozen times, and only after almost a dozen, they begin to attach the bodies begin to know if you like it bitten (yes, the clitoris softly, his lips alone, or with the teeth - if not you hair stand on end, that some people just swear by it -), you put your tongue as far back that can (sometimes I miss not being an anteater, and I forgive the joke, which you might know.), and she begins to know where to touch me to speed up, or you must do to stop me.

Then and only then is when we are both in the same movie

They would have to make the difference between fucking, making love, and make love

We could say that making love is a cheesy way to say fuck, but it is different, with gray zones (or rather, pink) that overlap between the three.

That's fucking, fuck, have sex itself. You can find a partner / a bed to fuck. It is, say, a rather masculine pursuit of pleasure purely procreative. The pleasure of saunas gays, dark rooms. We would say that the penetration is simply a necessary step to overcome a physical obstacle

Making love is, well, fuck, there's a part of purely sexual pleasure seeking, but with the other recognized as a person, not only as a gender. There is a special look to the other, at least for the moment that you let into your body, or enter your own. And that does not stop what prime is the pursuit of pleasure.

And making love is another thing. That does not matter the technique, it hardly matters sexual pleasure because there is something more important, which is the fusion with the other, full communion. The penetration goes far beyond a physical act, is a spiritual act, almost sacramental. And the orgasm, if it comes, welcome. Someday special lovemaking turns into making love, if the couple is willing to play a little. Not always. As and, never happens.

Y - I finally am a man - that women love them enough to make love, and men, sometimes, we need to fuck.

And that seems to have trouble understanding you, my dear little grasshoppers.

And the page is open for comments.

I put myself in position, on top of it, prepared for that smooth movement of kidneys so sweet that must overcome the small input resistance in your body, but no, is she so open, so available, so arranged that, almost without feeling it, I am in it. I move gently, very gently, because they stand little woman so wet.

She almost did not need me to continue with their orgasms ... it was a cascade of them, with his whole body shaking from one to the next.

Once we were not there, not much a few minutes. When he looked up saw our honor guard, and that gave me encouragement. And here ... I felt a hand touch the eggs.

I tell her: oshe which eggs are playing me, I see your two hands, so you're not a boy ... says: if you want I do not ...

She:
- a mi me hace gracia que te corras asi, ¿te molesta a ti?
- me sorprende un poco, pero no me molesta. Ten en cuenta que asi no tardo ni medio minuto
- tampoco esta mal, es ya un poco tarde

y ella, tomando todas las iniciativas, le dice al chico
- puedes seguir si te gusta, pero despues no follare contigo, que nos vamos

Asi que sigo moviendome en ella, mientras una mano vagabunda recorre la zona (eso si, sin acercarse siquiera al culo). Y la mano ya estaba jugando al mismo tiempo con mi pija y su clitoris aprovechando el vaiven para ir escalando posiciones, metiendo un dedo dentro de ella. Notaba su dedo cada vez que empujaba, y eso me tenia un poco desconcertado, aunque el lugar donde tocaba era muy estratégico.

Ella se puso a pegar brincos, se corrio, y la mano vino a mi y rodeo mi verga, al tiempo que yo me movia en ella. Era como si de pronto ella hubiera adquirido una musculatura adicional, o, mejor dicho, como pasar de estar follando a estarse pajeando, sin solución de continuidad. El resultado final puede ser el mismo, pero la sensacion es distinta.

And of course, the boy knew it, exact position, pressure ... just noticed a sense of unfolding, as if I was masturbating me with hands that were not mine and which was not controlled exactly. But soon as I noticed that I closed the legs, toes arched feet, the contraction of the muscles, the need for removal, the tension immediately before, when there is no turning back, and the beating of my body within it, surrounded, that if, new feeling, by the fingers of the other, felt it all ...

I came, large claws of desire in my lower abdomen, burning time before, when, however much we try, we know that there is no going back, trying to hold the moment, the moment of ecstasy, when else can not let go of everything, big beats whites.

I stayed in it (it's the things I've learned over the years), while the hand remained too loose there. The hand moved a little, but I told him I did not want, if you wanted to keep it he did, but very still. I kept it, embraced it, until you feel that your body expel me. I like the start, I like it when she gets up and fall off his legs around hers and mine chorretón mixed, ranging marking the way to the bathroom floor.

None of that was there at that time. A discrete kleenex, more hygienic but less poetic than that path of stars left in the ground after.

The hand helped with the tissue, and then took her to the face to olernos, with a smile.

The blogger should apologize for the images presented in these posts on gang bang. Not all photos are not all gang bang. In general, the author knows the kind of picture you want, but have not come to find, because everything in it is very vulgar. Maybe it's that the situation is. Although neither the author of the blog, nor his protagonist lived it well.

So, made the warning, go ahead and go with the second part of the three that has

And in all that she seemed happy. After the surprise of the first few minutes I think we both amused this situation in which she was the center of attention, the ball on the basketball court. They were all for it, and could only have possession of the ball for a limited time.

She had a mouth and a hand busy, the other had taken me to me, as an accomplice. And I love being there. Sometimes it is the closest a handshake to be fucking. When he retired one, and was about to enter another he says, softly:
"- Check if you wear condoms
- Send?
yes, of course, make sure you carry condoms, I can not, I have hands full
- How would I do? "

and suddenly I understood

delegation so that I will be me the props, in charge of verifying that the player has the gear regulations.

Step into the hand, I find your pubic hair, I look and there it is, the phallus, the penis in all its glorious splendor, carnation blowout. I do not do much, I go up the stem until you reach the rim of the condom, okay, we're ready. He's going to retire, misinterpreting my gesture, but no, I take more decisions, and drive it to her body, completely flooded. She led him, I like to feel the moment of penetration, and as he comes, my hand goes over.

Checked what I wanted to check, I will not be there, making a nuisance, so I withdraw my hand and look at her, surrounded, forgetting everything but his body and me.

We thus have a good time, maybe twenty minutes, she having orgasms chained, sometimes two to the same man, sometimes rapidillo passed without any score.

And I, while, in miranda. If it is true that some inquisitive hand at the same time men came to feel my manhood, that at this stage of the game was well apparent, but neither rejected nor facilitated it so soon got bored.

And with it, when I had a mouthful commented on the situation, here there are only men (and were to be seven or eight), where would the other couples, she was apologizing to me that I should have to pull up ember to my sardine, but that if only haltingly apologized , between orgasm and orgasm, because I was in that sweet spot you have women that encadenais one after another. As the material is continually renewed ...

Among the men show a series lined up, conversations with her, chained her orgasms, I was too well prepared, so we should skip the preliminaries and go straight to fucking.

But first we solve the problem of the replacement bench and the player who at the time, in possession of the ball, and pushing with all his ass, he's in it, pounding sound that seem to displease either.

The bench, half a dozen or more men masturbating slowly to keep warm (that must be what sports jargon is called "bench warming") and ready to go immediately to the court in the first substitution. Some heating is passed, we see that accelerates the movement of your hand until cum. Its drops ever come to us but we do not care.

We take a small pause in the movement of the fucker to tell everyone that will touch us now, and then we will go, so for now we no more numbers. No one leaves, they stay there, watching, making us one cock upright guard of honor. The one in she knows should be accelerated, so it moves faster, and nothing comes off with a great sigh: love, that much of these, which run towards while since I ran so ... I must say that the men who add a soundtrack to your orgasms have a capacity that surprises me.

I put myself in position over her, my cock list. Many times a woman should guide it, to hit the hole. And once addressed, there is a magic moment, the gentle and slow push from the kidneys to overcome the sweet little input resistance.

None of that was then. The road was wet, slippery trail marked by its open body I expected. A minimum movement, not even a hint of push, and felt his wet hug around my body as she was entering. I was so wet at the same time I entered, I noticed the drops came out of his body.

continuará

And always the question: what we Exchange Club? I like meetings, which always has people. Perhaps not the biggest or the most baroque (the locals have a tendency to absolutely amazing baroque decoration for non locals), nor has the best music, but moved.

She and I both wanted to change the Club, so we went to another, newer, more modern, baroque ...

We went in and say, ah, you come for the gang bang night? pass over, who are almost the first.

We did not come to that, which you have probably arrived here ye may know that I'm talking about, but for those virgin souls who have reached this page in error lospecesdecolores, seeking information on aquarophilia and fish, but who are curious to expand their knowledge, in a gang bang a woman dedicated to several men at the same time, it looks much porn in the movies, she has a cock in each hand, while one (or two men) will work the bottom, and overall she is doing a blowjob to a fifth lord, while a few turns. A little heavy if it is.

Or simply, she is there, lying, while two or three men masturbate over her, and shower.

Ai, UICH, tell me. Perhaps, but certainly there are people who like the ability to bring pleasure to sex without a body.

- Then no, not coming to the gang bang night
- Ah, I say this because more kids alone than usual, but do not worry if you do not want kids alone, we have a booth that is locked

Come to the inside, and had two or three couples, each in a corner, sipping a drink, and a group of about four couples talking together. And that's it, the whole world talks, dresses, and nothing happened there. Dark room empty, no one tatami ... After half an hour, everyone follows his ball, nobody does anything.

In the end, total, we decided that it is time to do something, give us grapes and both work the next day.

We undressed, and seems to be an epidemic, we are all partners in the locker room (which is common, of course).

We went out, tapaditos with a towel, and we rush around without the facilities to see if we like the pool, the dark room, a tatami room ... we are surprised to see no one, Where were the other partners?

For he had gotten into the two reserved, and was locked there. We were, she and I, alone. Well, not alone, there were three or four kids alone, wandering.

We say, well, we get down to business, someone will come. When you're on a mat, generally comes another couple who lies about you, if want a hand to escape.

We were alone, she and I, and as he had promised a massage, lie down, she gets straddled my back and began to massage my shoulders. As soon as we lay, like flies to honey, four or five around us kids, alone. A woman giving a massage has both hands occupied, breasts available, but also if astride a back, has sex tantalizingly open.

One gets to suck a tit, another sobarle the ass, the most daring is released directly to sex (not going to take another place). I notice in my back the movements of her pelvis, moving in search of tempting finger. As it is not much defense, but apparently did not seek it.

He leans over my ear, and whispers: hey, we did not come to that! If you also have your ration it, but so ... Baby, do not worry, today you, tomorrow for me, we are here, it is not about to leave, we stay a while, and if I'm uncomfortable I tell you, you say goodbye to friends, and go. I squeeze his hand to seal the deal.

Ten minutes later, she had fallen on my back, had been lying on the mat, and I was beside her, holding her little hand, while a guy gets fucked and she to a blowjob to a second. At some point he looked at me apologetically, go, let's go, I am uncomfortable for you. On the contrary, I do not like you're uncomfortable, smiled.

There, men are quick, have been alone, have come to that, no cuddling, no preliminaries, no commitment. I to mine, they say, if she does not run with me, I will do the following. And give.

And after the first shot it, and that lasted less than a candy at the door of a school, as he left - a little run, and never better employed, will come in here the expression? - She asked, "Did you you? "and says," Yes, is that my friend is waiting. " And indeed, there was another man who had just finished putting the condom on a dick more than reasonable. "This is going to get me?" But, put it, and that she had her first orgasm

(Continued)

This is the last chapter of a story I received by mail, indicate the condition of the phone of the Dakini, who is in the first post

This last chapter has been a little long, but there comes a time when you can not, do not stop.

I liked the whole story, and the situation, but above all a statement released today: "We have taught a sex explosion and implosion." It is said very quickly, but there is much to think about it.

Next step, hands still, both lying on the mat, I do connect with their saliva ... juicy mouth feel .. play with your tongue .... (no connection with Yoni palate) ... Tantra is the cult of the Senses ... but it is a language so forgotten ... We have been taught a sex explosion and implosion ... not everything is metisaca, and They were about two. And I had to break the scheme explosive sexual tension was to reduce the epidermal, skin, erection in men, lubrication and strengthen the mujar deep sexual energy, which the kidneys, lower abdomen, ovaries and testicles.

And the heart, especially the heart.

To feel your body, everything, face, mouth, stomach, genitals ... there are men who tell me that after having experienced true tantric session, and do not seek sex with any pin put out ...

I see that it has opened, and plays the male lovingly taught him tricks .. finger: the ring, the scissors, the swing, tingling, vibration ... this session is very dedicated to her because so required ... but each session is a world ... and there are also steps ... here we have connected with basics ... breath, saliva, pet ... spent a great exercise that is very powerful "expansion-contraction" each part of the room ... are naked ... and ask them on the floor ... Self-paced work with the slogan paying attention to his genitals ... especially I ask her to exaggerate the movement as a vulva-pelvis ...

He commented that he was amazed to see these movements in it ... you never saw her so, she said gave him much pleasure and that he was not a whore ... We joined in a dance ... the three ethnic hindu music ... very erotic undulating movements ... I play them both ... and I see that are much more receptive .. She has a smile on his lips ... and I see the lingam encouraged to play it ... cause ... with her buttocks, and she is about too.

Pongo softer music, natural sounds of a rainy evening on a lake, and tell them that we are about to end, that is only to feel the pulse of the other in the genitals. We lay on the mat three, she in the center, one on each side, and I ask her, you take with one hand the lingam it, put the fingertips on the back, in the channel formed between the corpora cavernosa, and where you notice the contractions of orgasm, and, still, try to feel the heart of it.

And he himself, who put two fingers on the clitoris and wait. Neither should any movement, listen to music and focus all sensation in the fingertips. I for one support the fingers at the entrance to her vagina, she pushes a bit to fit more, and if there feel the pulse of it. Strong, powerful, she says she feels the pulse of the, well, move a little finger pressure to the point I G, I feel your body calling, attract, hug my fingers, her pelvis forward to the meeting, it should work.

I ask her to put astride it, without fear that she will control the penetration, and stay still, just feeling my hand, until I asked to drop slowly over the lingam that I guide you. And so we do, she gets on top, sitting, legs apart, eyes open, staring, and I though I keep it, I'm touching her, opening the way, feeling the muscles of the entrance to her vagina completely lax, your body open, waiting for the man.

I ask him to come down now, slowly, to regulate the penetration, speed, depth. And while I stand the lingam of it, I feel in your body the moment of doubt when it appears that it will close, the little effort, but immediately, going deeper and see movements, her body to meet the embrace . I could go, let alone take my hand hurts, but I am for more.

I half rose to go with the desire to go there, my hand between the two bodies, taking at once the strength of the wet and feeling the desire for it.

"Do not go, he tells me, she says nothing, looks at me and smiles." I stand for.

She leans back, I stand the lingam to lean on or at point G, she has an orgasm, a second flood leaves my hand, will be the amrita? But it can not last long the session, she is satisfied, it can not dry and boring, so I put my fingers in V lingam embracing him as he moves, by reinforcing the pressure. The hold on, like a wild boar. It can not, must not continue, if she gets tired and it hurts, rather than heal, the session will have spoiled him even more. So that must end.

I spend my other hand to the point of a million dollars, a point between the testicles and anus, support, and there noticed that your body is stressed, that orgasm is imminent. Arrives, how will not go!, My fingers feel the contractions of your lower abdomen, I feel the blows of his lingam in the yoni of her, while her body tense as a bow. It seems never ending, still moving, ever more slowly, until she leans over and hugs him. A rain of amrita and semen wet my hands when she bends. I love it.

I give my hand to smell, full of those two, she smells it, not rejection, but also passes his hands and the gift to him, that lame.

I get up, I threw a blanket over it, and go.

After a while, and showered, I hear the groans again, her and him. I leave you alone, I do not need.

I think that was a good job on it ... this is in contrast to the instructions of his mother ... and she is, and not her mother, who is in bed. The next day she called me thanking me for the experience ... you want to continue ...

comes from an email sent to me with the history and status, if published, the data indicate are in the first post.

It is the story of a tantric massage, and couples therapy, link to previous post.

The lingam of it without seeing it, just imagining the situation was already showing his desire to erect ... it's funny, but even dakinis, when the man in this situation, we feel its energy, we took advantage of it. However, if a woman is, but rather we vampirizes ours. But that's another story that may explain another day.

She also felt sexual energy ... I do connect with scenes of pleasure as a child ... those that she loved, but had nothing to do with sex. But that little by little, was oriented here and now. The receiving and giving pleasure, which gradually took in his hands the lingam of her partner, like a fragile porcelain, but I wanted to take care and give pleasure ... the slogan was just playing, do not induce orgasm ... I express can not, do not know, who has not ever done (is it possible for a woman with thirty well done, has not ever played with her partner's penis?), which gives shame ...

I ask you to remove the band and I will show, if she accepts, as running a lingam. I ask him to breathe ... and I look into your eyes ... do not seek ... look for the opening explosion of energy, .... Here men are amazed, because I do so when a couple, there's only pleasure without erections (sometimes, this man was particularly complicated, and could not have you not counting breaths until bored). That's the beauty of tantra ... there is a goal ... the goal is the journey ... in the end she tries to imitate ... and takes it as a game .. but I like ... as you lose the fear .... I teach him to expand the movement, not only with his hands also with his body, like a dance ... or accompany dance, to activate your Kundalini and put off the ending of thought "large, painful, dirty" .... begins to laugh with pleasure ... I'm liking what you do ... you know the trick, and, above all, losing the false modesty that had caught in their nets ... now I come also in action .... We two, she wants to touch me, but it is not that. But in something if you want to help, I have had children, I have made episiotomy, I have sewn course, I'm normal, and I ask you as I have, first put on a glove, and then comparing the size of your vagina with mine. You will see that more or less, are equal, and may enter a finger, two or three without any problem. First he says no, but curious, and I said okay, give it a try.

It's not something you normally do, a tantra session is not a sex session sharing, but in this case it suited him and me, finally, did not care. I will say more, there is some pleasure to teach someone who, despite his age, a virgin in some respects. But there is a very delicate border, you can not pass, not only during the session, but also in remembering that the session left. That is, something that may seem "normal" in the session can be recalled later as a trio. And it's not that. But in this case we had three very well connected, the session was moving in a pleasant way to its end and I think I must explain that no, they were both normal.

Place the glove, and I explore (no other word) like a gynecologist.
I tell you not that, it should be softer, more loving, more sweet. Is surprised that is wet, my question directly: "Are you excited?" I said yes, they are responses to the body's natural sexual energy, and that do not involve the desire to have an orgasm, just something that as it comes is gone. As if the eye itches more tears. He asks how we should cherish, and say that just as he had explained to him before, to seek my G, but only to find that along the entire vagina with two fingers, but once done, stop, or I want or I take pleasure in a session, and I need it. And that makes it, now softly, softly, lost in the damp corners, in the meandering smell of my body, without any shame.

Meanwhile, in the glory .... ... Panting ... full of energy all the time saying "ayyyy, for God" guauuu, My God I hear this phrase a lot in the sessions ... and is that tantra is to hit the door to God ... ( E we will say the atheists) but ecstasy is experienced in very special ...

continue in the last chapter

As you recall, this is a post I received by email. As this stretching a bit, posting and at some point I add the photos. At the request of the person who wrote it (who, incidentally, has sent me an email saying thank those calls and those that you have been in contact with her), said his phone in the first post

We were now to stop playing with dolls (and would not contribute anything more), and play with dolls. Dirty is it a doll? no, really, let us now explore the other's body as if it were a new doll. The game is to unite our three hands, and I will guide you have to play. You will notice that there are no zones in areas no taboos, but if anyone bothers you, change the game. And you have to connect to the body, with pleasure, you ought to concentrate, visualize, feel the path of the hands in each other's bodies. If my hands touch your lips, I imagine that the lips are touched mine, I think what I'm feeling at this moment, in the exercise of a split personality that allows freedom from the real senses. Es dificil imaginar lo que siente el otro, y mas si el otro es de distinto sexo, como se yo, mujer, lo que siente un hombre cuando le acarician.

Y, si algo gusta, hay que hacerlo notar, hay que gemir, los gemidos, los suspiros, las frases de placer alimentan al otro. Que el sexo no consiste en abrir las piernas y que te mojen, o, si eres hombre, en liberarte de tu carga de semen en unos segundos de placer.

El tantra te enseña a conectar con el placer… y no sólo el placer en la cama… sino el placer en la vida misma… y disfrutar lo poco o mucho que tenemos..

Yo les doy como ejemplo, de un amante que tengo…. que no nos vemos mucho porque viaja mucho… pero cuando nos vemos yo disfruto una eternidad ese momento… me entrego y no estoy pensando en que si… o si fuese de otro modo…. El Maestro Osho habla mucho de disfrutar el momento PRESENTE…… Si comes una manzana,. pues COME, siente la manzana…

I explain that we will touch some exercises to loosen the cellular memory that is blocking breathing ... the key here is the key ... are my hands and breathing ... I ask them to catch the loving hands, and are present without judging ... emerges and what emerges is not cutting it ... .. if there is weeping, weeping as they butt .. is the best medicine.

I wear latex gloves (you have to put a barrier, not only hygienic, but also emotional, I'm the therapist, not the third of the trio), and tell them to start walking her body. I do not want to excite him, and I feel that is what you'd like, but it is she who must be persuaded, and an erect lingam is the best medicine in this situation. To distract them (especially to him, which is always about his lingam, less when speaking), I show that the towels are disposable ... use cotton for its soft texture, to open their energy Tantric ...

We walk three her body, his hand on the body over mine, guiding, and above it all, and protecting, approved. I note that he fondles her breasts, down, goes to the thighs, breasts back, neck ... but what about sex? I notice that she is open to the experience, the barrier of my gloves gives you confidence, you want to develop good sign ... other courses close the legs .. or go to the bathroom ... (evasion) ...

La música nos ayuda mucho en el proceso….es una selección muy especial, en tonos muy graves… les pido a ambos que sientan su saliva, su mandibula, todo ello muy conectado con la parte sexual….a medida que la tocamos superficialemente, noto que sus caderas avanzan hacia nosotros, como pidiendo más. Pero el no quiere, rehuye… ¿será por eso por lo cual ella no se entrega? ¿o bien es el quien tiene miedo del rechazo de ella?. Complicado. Creo que debo analizar, entender mejor qué es lo que sucede. Les vendo los ojos a ambos. No quiero que se distraigan, y mucho menos que confundan los papeles y la situacion. Les digo que les voy a tocar yo. A el lo toco con mucho cuidado para no excitarlo (aun así no lo logro, él está a punto de explotar), le pido que respire profundamente, que haga OMMMM en cada expiración, y que las cuente (eso es definitivo en un hombre, es incapaz de contar y mantener la ereccion , y me dedico a ella.

La toco directamente en toda la zona vulvar, sin preambulos, no se trata de excitarla, aunque noto que su vagina se entrega…. hay fluidos… y se vislumba una sonrisa en su rostro… les invito a sentir… el continua cogiendole la mano.. le pido que se mueva como una gata en celo… acostada, pero sintiendo su columna… abriendo sus piernas… fue hermoso verla… introduje un dedo en su vagina. Me pareció de dimensiones normales, bien lubricada, no debia haber ningun problema. Introduje un segundo dedo, y sus caderas avanzaron al encuentro de mi mano. Le pedi que se moviese, que ondulase, que se tocase si le apetecia, timidamente acerco dos dedos a su sexo, e inmediatamente los retiró para llevarselos a la nariz. Desde luego, había un problema ahí.

Sustitui mi mano por la mano de él, le pedí que hiciese lo mismo que habia hecho yo, primero un dedo, despues un segundo, que recorriese todo el interior, que se fijase en que habia espacio, que la entrada era un poco estrecha, pero que si le entraban dos dedos, tambien entraria su lingam, que dentro era más ancho, le expliqué como buscar el punto G, como reconocerlo una vez hallado. A ella le dije que no dejase de moverse, que sus movimientos eran sensuales y seductores, lo cual era cierto…

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Como recordareis, este es un post que recibi en forma de email describiendo en primera persona una sesion de terapia tantrica de parejas. No se si es cierto lo que se cuenta, pero me gusto la historia. La unica condicion, que respecto, es indicar el nombre y el telefono de la autora, que está en e l primer post . Las fotos (si las hay) las he puesto yo, y no tienen relacion con la autora del post

Estabamos los tres en el tatami, cada uno de nosotros tiene una muñeca de esas de puño, y les he pedido que verbalicen lo que sienten cuando se respira sexo en el aire, pero no se ha empezado aun, ya partir de aqui, que las muñecas hablen de lo que quieran.

We started it, it's easy. No tiene muchas cosas que decir, su muñeca explica que siempre está dispuesto, que la desea desde que la conoció, que antes de hacer el amor, antes de meterse en la cama siente una vibracion en su cuerpo parecida a la que esta sintiendo en ese mismo momento, una sensación de anticipación en su cabeza más que en su sexo. A mis preguntas (bueno, a las de mi muñeca) de si esta disposición es inmediatamente antes, o tiempo antes, me dice que empieza por la mañana, y que durante todo el dia no se quita el sexo de la cabeza.

Pero, que al mismo tiempo siente preocupación, porque sabe que el momento que más placentero le resulta a él, el de la penetración, a ella le duele. Que siente el cuerpo de ella como cerrado, como si el, como si su cuerpo, no fuese bienvenido. Despues, una vez dentro los dos estan cómodos hasta que hace algun movimiento más brusco, empuja con los riñones, en que vuelve a sentir un bloqueo en el cuerpo de ella. Y a partir de este momento, it's over, se acabó la fiesta, nota que ella quiere acabar, pone la mano en su pija (asi lo dice), y mientras se está moviendo dentro de ella, ella le hace la tijerilla para que se corra rápido. ¡No es verdad, dice la muñeca de ella, hago esto porque sé te gusta!. Si, ya ti te gusta que acabe y te deje en paz para irte al baño y ducharte.

uy, mal rollo, debo controlar la situación si no quiero que acaben las muñecas tiradas por el suelo, y ellos enfadados. Asi que, al hilo de lo que estaban hablando, que explique ella qué es lo que mas le gusta en estos momentos, creyendo que me iba a hablar de ella. Pero no, de ella no quiere hablar, y dice, pensando cada frase, que le emociona el tacto de la piel de su espalda, dura y tierna al mismo tiempo, el nervio de su culo cuando empuja, aunque le haga un poco de daño, pero, sobre todo, su dulzura, su cuidado cuando está en ella, como si estuviese a punto de romperse, pero, desde luego, lo que casi la hace llorar (y lo dice llorando) es, ante y sobre todo, el placer de él, su tensión en el momento del orgasmo, como cambia su cara cara después del orgasmo, de una cara dura, agresiva antes, a una cara de bebe desvalido despues.

Y que con esto tiene suficiente, que no le hace falta más.

No me habla del placer de ella. le pregunto por él, qué es lo que siente ella en su cuerpo. No mira a los ojos, mira a la muñeca, que dice:

que le duele cuando el la penetra, que es solo este momento, pero que tambien si el se mueve bruscamente, y que por lo tanto está con miedo. Que está a gusto cuando olvida el temor porque se mira en la cara de él, y trata de olvidar su cuerpo.

Que alguna vez ha probado de poner las manos en su culo, pero que no se atreve, que le acaricia la espalda (precisamente donde le habia duchado) que le gustaria poder bajar hasta las nalgas, pero no esta segura de si debe, de si a el le gustaria o encontraria que esas cosas las hacen las putas. Y que en cualquier caso, es posible que a ella le quedasen algunos resabios de su mama, que le decia siempre que la veia tocandose, nena, no te toques ahí, nena, lávate las manos despues de hacer pipi, nena, las señoritas duermen con los brazos encima de las sabanas.

uuffffffffffffffffffffffff…My God… es fantástico que haya salido esto…

Le hice tomar consciencia que era ELLA y no su madre la que estaba haciendo el amor, que la suciedad es esencialmente cultural, pero que el cuerpo del amado, como el del hijo, no son sucios. Que el sexo en si mismo no es sucio.

(Continued)