Of repetition and anteaters
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
