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Put here the photo of the instructions, as broad as possible, attention please, which then come the questions

Figure 1 is clear, you put a ring on the condom. Up here, either, although the condom lubricant and massage oil that covered us both hands did not facilitate the task.

Figure 2 and is more complicated, making it eight in the ring. The ring leak, slip ring, when we make the eight this halfway up the condom and not at the bottom, where it belongs ...

Finally we have submitted. I've caught, eight does not resist. But ... but in Figure 3 it is clear that it is she who, while playing the clitoris with my left hand (to recover the environment, lost in the laughter?) Must enter the eight in the (and here, sorry, but no I make the play on words, yes, I know you were expecting, but it will be not), so you must enter the eight in your body with the right hand (see figure 4).

Well, no sir. Except when the woman is deformed and his arms reaching to the knees, is a contortionist Beijing Grand Circus, which is a comprehensive anorexic, gentlemen designers, the fingers of a Spanish woman normally constituted not reach the bottom of your vagina.

She proved access in different positions, sitting, lying down, legs in V (which fed my thoughts singularly, very lewd already), but no, no way. The tip came no more.

I already nervous that the show, while interesting, was extending more than a Wagner opera

So, with traditional Spanish inventiveness, we change the tide. The Spanish where we arrived with the sword, arrived with the tip of the spear so I said go, Monina, stop it, give me the eight legs and work your heart.

Caught eight, my fingers inside her venture, that if protected by a condom. But this was apparently not much of a problem, because there are some sensitive points in the entire area, which make a couple of minutes, the time to locate either the junk she was jumping, and the cervix is ​​very good point, a little neglected by the literature. We loved it.

We recalled bygone other research, so we returned, this time a little more spread out, searching for the elusive G-spot And we found faith. And repeat, more screams, more sighs, a little flood, we had forgotten the condom, which was there, wrinkled and withered as the harp of Becquer.

Here I asked, please, and on behalf of Science, attached to my partner to take off his white coat to show the team under investigation in its working position:

Will note that this sideways, as if to hide in shame, her helplessness.

Well, I retrieved it and excited, and past the laughter, we get down to work, according to Figure 5. To meet the need to figure
a.) the male is well equipped (with about 30 to 32 cm should be enough)
b.) feel like the female condom open with one hand while the other guide to the ingenious mechanism for him to get inside, and not slip out. It is not obvious, and it takes a good light source to check
c.) both are rather athletic type
d.) not escape them laugh, that's good for sex, but bad for the erection.

And back in shape comes from the truth.

And yes, not bad ... and not bad either for her or for me, and I'll explain why.

In a conventional condom, the skin of man is only in contact with the condom. Note the woman's vagina, its folds and movements, but no direct friction. And conversely, the female condom is more similar to normal council, ie the penis moves, there is friction. And not only that, but it is wide as the condom, and it has wrinkles, increases the friction ...

And for her? because some of the same, I said (when he could speak) that was different, but also more natural, because with this she felt the touch of latex on your skin, which generally did not like.

So, my dear friends, we put the female condom

- A 7 on feelings
- A 0 excitation
- A 9 on sex playful and carefree cachondon
and, indeed, 10 orgasms to generation, that provided that (says my enclosed in research, not me) that man knows where to touch, and the condom is as good an excuse as any for that play well and consciousness with the fingers.

Finally, do not know if it's a big compliment ...

good, and obviously if you have any experience with the pileup of yore and want to share, you are welcome.

For if, given the limited commercial success obtained, giving walking pharmacies female condoms. And one, would prove an anti-tank mine even if the gift, it can only be put in the white coat and helmet researcher to test

(Here fanfare and drum roll)

THE FEMALE CONDOM

First, the data ... what you have:

As such it well on the front:

and so on the back.

When you heap up, or you can think of throwing away the package, because you require directions. My advice you to do as a researcher is a large copy and laminated on the back of the wrapper, and put yourselves in the nightstand, next to the Holy Bible. Or, for the most industrious, the cross stitch bordeis to the pad

So open the cover ... I wonder why, when perverted mind (I think the designer is supported by the Vatican) has emerged the idea to the packaging of condoms, both male and female ones, and I imagine the neutral, non-stick plastic? do not know that one in a hurry and oily hands, and that it will not in any way, except with teeth, opening the package?

Well, once opened, what do we find? For what is above the green leaf in the photo, put the green leaf to green and highlight the contents:

So here is a huge condom and a loose ring ... and the first thing we ask, is it used for the ring ... gives us the giggles, both naked, ready myself (I am), prepared it (which is young and too well prepared) looking perplexed the contents of the envelope. As perplexed as a child receiving a gift for Christmas training.

So without thinking, we look for the instructions ... where are they? We were here when I brought him out from behind the library, there must walk ... no, you went to find the scissors to the other bedroom ... started to look everywhere, naked as God brought the world (I will not say it is one of the intercourse more exciting preparations I've had, but if one of the most fun, both looking all over the condom wrapper).

At last, good news! appears. We watched with attention not without apprehension, obviously, you put a ring on the condom, is given as eight, and is inserted into the vagina with two fingers, OK? Did we clear?. I have followed up here, my little grasshopper? Well, we ...

Now, do me a favor you seek a plastic washer to seal such a screw cap, that is left in the bottle, you take away the bottle, you fingers embadurnais oil well, and you test putting it in a condom. Cuesta, right? all slides, the condom with lube, fingers with oil, the condom is closed ... you succeed in the end put the washer on the condom (all that, please, gentlemen, without losing their composure or erection), now , to give a figure eight ... and at that point the game was Homeric laughter.

(Continued)

I've broken some time, I have broken many times ... never been easy.

Each break is different, some are trauma such as a motorcycle accident, others are covering slowly like a sunset, carrying the light goes.

In all left a void in the soul, a void in time, a gap in the words, a loud silence of absence.

I do not know why this strange break something that had been and never was, reminded me Take this Waltz, by Cohen on a text by Lorca

(...)

And Ill dance with you in Vienna
Ill be wearing a rivers disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And Ill yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools That You lift on your wrist
Oh my love, oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Its yours now. its all That There is.

take this waltz link. Cohen

(...)

In Vienna I will dance with you
a costume that has
head of the river.
Look at the banks I have hyacinths!
I will leave my mouth between your legs,
my soul in photographs and lilies,
and the dark waves of your walk
I, my love, my love, leave,
violin and grave, the tapes of the waltz.

For the first ended in a fantasy blowjob 20 euros made by a Venezuelan 20 years, whom God had not given the Don.

Don will talk about the other day.

I remember the situation, it said in my previous post.

And I can not know what will be your choice ... I'll never know if the next corner I ask you to stop the car and to kiss your feet, all the fingers, like a cock, or will the next curve, and the next , and the next, until we get home, and give me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

It makes me horny to think that I'll never know until you left at home, which has decided

B. For it was the option), there was not a hint of game. It's strange, because he had given to understand that yes, although their role was submissive, that something would ... but no.

Curious ...

But what I take away is no previous dreams, when everything was a potential, a maelstrom of ideas that more exciting. And that, I thank her.

And now, for newbies like me, is the trickiest part ... I am, if I want to get into that?. Master or submissive?.

I asked the question, I answered out of the blue, without hesitation, submissive.

I liked the idea of ​​being unable to make any decisions, not having to make any decisions. It is generally assumed that men are the ones who decide: get well, now your up now on all fours in front of the mirror in the closet ... and women (or at least some) it falls a bit short if they are not directed. And timidly, very timidly down to eat, while watching to see if I go mad. They do not know whether or not to touch my ass ...

So in general, though not explicit, it was me (sometimes very driven, it must be said) who said what, how, when and where.

And made me horny to think that for once I should not take the first step, or the second ... if he would tell me how submissive wear, where, what to do ...

But, meditating a bit, I'm not so sure.

I also like the idea of ​​having nothing else to worry about than my own pleasure. In fact it is one of the things I like about the massage. She is there for me to reach my pleasure, in a preparation of almost an hour ... there do not worry about anything, the girl is an animated object, are oil-filled hands that glide over my skin, hands in a point in time come to life to give me pleasure.

So a session in which I am not master is there to dislike.

Now, by which to start? it used to be a master, I would like to be submissive for once.

and here is the first experience, I wish to prove, that makes me fantasize that I put, we

One of these days I'm going to dinner with the person who introduced me to this.

We left at other times, we talked a lot, sex, habits of me and her, everything divine and the human lot.

But we have not touched. I tried, though without much conviction, largely because it assumes that men must take the first step. And I have departed with affection, but I have strayed.

That's the situation ... I guess that, given the ongoing sexual friendship we have, one day, she decides, we will begin.

But it could be at the next exit, which makes five ...

So I have proposed to extend the game of "if but" being your submissive for the next time we go out together.

So she can choose not to be touched, and is simply a dinner of friends with your hands to yourself, or you can say, stand on this corner, Toccata and empálmate through the pants, but I not look at me, or you can say eat me a little, five minutes, and short, which I generate a Eggs pain prognosis (that, too, will the game).

And I can not know what will be your choice ... I'll never know if the next corner I ask you to stop the car and to kiss your feet, all the fingers, like a cock, or will the next curve, and the next , and the next, until we get home, and give me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

It makes me horny to think that I'll never know until you left at home, which has decided

Inaugurated a new category: submission, domination, a field that has been explained to the author of this blog and that has interested ... maybe this is the first post of a series, that is the only one.

Submission, domination ... it's an RPG

In this post we start with disquisitions, and ends tomorrow with a fantasy for beginners (and beginners)

And now begins the post itself

Well I am on the first triad of angelic ranks.

For those who have not put on heavenly things, the layman, the angels are angels. And point, no more than talk. We all have our guardian angel, wings singed enough, by the way, and we know of the existence of the archangels, rather than anything of the Annunciation.

But it is a world far more complex than that:

There are nine levels of angels, arranged in three triples, ordered the most powerful: the Seraphim to Angel walking (well, the wings, in this case)

· Seraphim
· Cherubs
· Thrones

· Dominions
· Virtues
· Powers

· Prince
· Archangels
· Angel

and I, unknowingly, I had remained in the first triad of young love Los Angeles, Archangels clothed me with their wings shake the first time I ran into a woman, the principalities of the first passion.

Come on, Jack, knight and king of love.

But none of the rest ...

And suddenly, for reasons that are irrelevant, I discover that there is much more than what is seen with the naked eye.

Powers, Virtues, Dominions ...

Powers pass over now with the help of Pfizer, we can all do not talk about (or with) the Virtues, and Dominations I focus on ...

The domination of a Master (and forgive you write in capital letters, as they do, and speedily will I, if I dare and let me) on another person.

In an RPG that can go as far as you want. It may be love for a while, or it can be love for life. I know some Amos, ordinary people by all accounts, they were married, that his wife withdrew from the labor market to raise their children, and especially to his daughters on respect for the Master.

These are full-time Masters and instead require full dedication of the other (forgive me, not like the other ... is called the slave? The slave? The submissive / a? The wife?). And if he / submissive / the rebels, hit or kill, depending.

And they are also the part-time Masters in a game purely sexual. Those who agree with your partner to play domination and submission for a while, may be a while in bed can be a field day: "Stay here, put your hands on the mower, and do not give the back while you entitled to. Do not want to hear to enjoy "

You have to define not only who's who (who I love, who submissive), but certain rules. With punishments? in pain? where we want to go? clearly are agreed before the game ...

I thought, oh, woe is me, oh wretched, when I proposed a set of these, which was associated with pain. And I said no, without investigating further, when my teacher was an expert lover, I probably would have blown up a level. And I confounded with dominance and submission sadism and masochism. And although you probably can not exist without domination sadism, if there can be no domination sadism sadism ... if causing physical pain is understood. domination of the submissive by the master implies a certain sadism: you are my slave, your pleasure matters little to me, you'll have when I want. I can pray, I beg and I can decide.

And now, for newbies like me, is the trickiest part ... I am, if I want to get into that?. Master or submissive?.

(Continued)

After a few months, such was the confidence he had, which I did not care that Rachel saw how I masturbated. It is the only person in this world I've seen it and many times. Face up, touching her breasts, after having received so much pleasure, I masturbated with my hand. And I found pleasure in doing so in different ways for her to see. I asked him not to look. At first, she closed her eyes, but at times I opened them and smiled.

From the first moment I said I did not care that I looked, but it took two or three sessions to do so outright. Since then no longer closed. With your smile, with their faces, sometimes with a slight laugh, encouraged me. One day, at the end of a massage, told me he liked to watch and I realized that for me was part of the pleasure, and became more intense. The massage had begun very seriously, it had become the greatest pleasure I have ever seen.

I still remember and curse the hour that I could not control myself and in a very unconscious, maybe not, in many sleepless nights I imagined that she touched his genitals and masturbated me-when I was rubbing his belly, took his hand and closed it over the penis with my hand on him. Rachel took it immediately and became very angry. The massage ended as usual, but Rachel was not looking or smiling at me.

Before I left I apologized. But she said before returning the call, because I was not sure she wanted to continue the massage. And when I called told me no, not again. That was in January 2009. A few days ago, when he planned to write this story, which is entirely real, I have called back but does not answer the phone. Yesterday I called my friend who introduced me and told me no longer in Barcelona, ​​which has gone with her son to an Andalusian village where his mother, who is very old and is dying. Rachel was a single mother. Probably be to live on their land.

This story made me think about another, this much older, I'm a grown man, 'when a friend of mine married, older than me, asked me several times he touched the breasts and caressed her nipples because her husband it did and when I called, lasted a moment. He went straight to the point, he said. Now I know why I asked what I learned from her to do and I've always worked with women. I did not know before I met Rachel, was that I could enjoy as much or more than them. Then I know, but unfortunately, I have also discovered that very few women, but very few!, You know, touching the nipples of a man and take him to the stars.

Lately, I have to tocármelos myself because, in this respect, I go from failure to failure. Furthermore, it is the same. For that, a woman is even more necessary than for masturbation.

In September 2009.

The next massage was awesome. In the end I was stroking the nipples for long. When stopped and his hands were going to another part of my body, I asked her again and she did acariciármelos eyes closed and when opened, I smiled and asked:

- How am I doing? - And still trabajándomelos.

Never in my life I have felt a most extraordinary feeling. To me it's more intense orgasm and can last indefinitely. Apparently, so I said, men after a while longer and do not resist the urge to run. I can be hours. But we must know it. It must be a very soft, with the fingertips, sometimes touching, rocking the other end, while other touch and moving circularly. The important thing is the smoothness and rhythm. If as you do (if they do well) close my eyes and put your mind at the two points of pleasure, it gives you the feeling that it's your body as a whole, the one with the feeling and at times you feel united the stars, the cosmos. At the same time, you feel much pleasure in the penis, which will likely erection, even if the nipple rubs last a long time, the erection falls to be supported on the testes, albeit with a small boost in the pelvis rises a few inches until it falls down when you stop straining. If you do not get to cum, the penis has generated much liquid as you discover when you have finished completely wet thighs.

When I rose from the table that day, and it was time for the card, before we parted, I told him I had been wonderful and I had missed only run because I was left with a feeling of internal tremor and taste in the penis, which had forced me to masturbate while I showered.

- If you want to do it on the table, do it. Some do-factly told me. But do not ask me what I do.

- Why do you give so much hesitation?

- No objection. It's a safety issue. At the beginning of massage, I did, because if not, customers do not come back. But sometimes I found myself with people who became aggressive, trying to get me hand or naked, and I got scared. So I do not, customers know and respect me. There are many customers who do not need caressing massage, only the final touches to finish the massage, the customers I have, most do not ask me. But others like you, like petting, but not necessarily in the nipples, you know that when the time can masturbate without problems.

- I've never masturbated in front of anyone, 'I said. I think I would be embarrassed to do it in front of you.

- Try it ... You may want to do it face down, tell me and I put you under a rubber and body movement ejaculate very openly. Some like it well, others do on your back with your hand and not worry, trust me. Two of them even ask me to look when they are doing and I am well pleased. I tell you, I am no prude, is a security problem.

I tried following the massage. When I was rubbing her stomach, I said I put the rubber. It was like a Spontex, but tight, which she washed with bleach, as he said after each use. He was of various colors, which gave me to understand that their use was not so rare. It made me put my arms under the forehead and as I moved my ass up and down, she sought and caressed my nipples from behind. If it took to run, which was not often, Rachel spent one hand to move the buttocks and the other continued with a chest. So, week after week, was a game understood. She treated him professionally, I dreamed at night.

(Continued)

This is a story received. The hang up without touching a coma, as I have received, with the names used by the author, although I looked for photos that I found most suitable, and the cut in three installments, with the proper length.

so begins
This is a true story. Occurred over a year and a half and ended in January this year. My fault. Sometimes thoughtless acts that end with an experience that had come into your life as important. At the end of history will understand what I mean.

It all started at a dinner of marriages, when a husband said that since a few weeks ago went to a masseuse who calmed his nerves and gave her strength to return to the rush of every day. As usual, succeeded comments on what you should do a masseuse and the usual banter, which saves were when he said she was a mature person, about 50 years, very competent and not advertised in newspapers, because clients only supported when presented an acquaintance. It was a serious massage. To speak with his wife, no one hesitated. In addition, his wife would also be occasional massage.

The next morning the phone asked me to provide access to the masseuse and gave me his number. I will not say his name (I know his full name because it appeared in several diplomas hanging on the wall of the massage room), but to name it in some way, we'll call Rachel. When I called my friend had already put on record. After a few days, I went to the appointed time and gave me a full body massage, face down first, then face up (except the genitals). Realmente era serio y de una gran calidad. Quedamos para la semana siguiente. Entonces, reservé hora cada miércoles por la mañana y se fueron sucediendo los masajes sin novedad. No hablábamos mucho. Los masajes eran largos, de duración variable, no hacía más de cinco masajes al día. Al acabar cada masaje hacía una cosa peculiar: te preguntaba lo que te había gustado, lo que no, lo que notabas a faltar, etc. y lo apuntaba en una ficha abierta a tu nombre, aunque para guardar la intimidad se trataba de un nombre supuesto (por ejemplo, yo me llamaba Santi III, porque ya había otros dos clientes más antiguos que yo con el mismo nombre que se me ocurrió darle). Según decía, la masajista tiene que amoldarse a los gustos del cliente, que son diversos y muchas veces contradictorios.

Al cuarto o quinto masaje, no recuerdo con exactitud, al acabar cada parte (boca abajo, boca arriba), estuvo un corto espacio de tiempo (quizás uno o dos minutos) pasando sus dedos muy suavemente, como acariciando todo el cuerpo, excepto, naturalmente, los genitales. Cuando me preguntó sobre el masaje para anotarlo en mi ficha, le dije que las caricias finales me habían gustado mucho y que hubiera deseado que durasen más tiempo. Me dijo que no había problema, pero que me advertía que en ningún caso me tocaría los genitales, que eso estaba terminantemente prohibido. I accepted. Lo cierto es que cuando pasaba sus manos por la parte interior de los muslos, era inevitable que rozara a veces la bolsa de los testículos, pero no pasaba de ahí.

Al masaje siguiente, las caricias se prolongaron por más tiempo. Yo le hacía ver donde me gustaban más con suspiros o jadeos, primero tímidamente, pero al ver que los aceptaba sin problemas y que tenían como consecuencia que las caricias se localizaran mas especialmente en las zonas para mí más eróticas, empecé a acompañar los suspiros con las palabras para indicarle lo que me gustaba que hiciese. Al acabar el masaje, le dije que sabía acariciar muy bien y que le agradecía que hubiera durado un buen rato. También le mencioné que mis partes preferidas eran las nalgas, las piernas y, especialmente, los pezones, que nunca nadie me había acariciado y que había notado un gusto muy especial cuando pasaba la mano sobre ellos. Ante mi sorpresa, me dijo:

- Es que los hombres creéis que es cosa de mujeres y eso depende más de las personas, que del sexo de cada uno. Hay hombres que son muy sensibles y otros no, y lo mismo pasa con las mujeres. Algunos clientes me piden que insista ahí y yo no tengo ningún inconveniente. Lo único que no me puedes pedir es que te toque los genitales y lo que nunca debes hacer es tocarme a mí, ni por asomo. Todo lo demás forma parte del masaje.

Continue

As each day a month, I write my experience blogger. I do not think anyone is very interested, but I verbalize it serves.

That happened in September?

On the one hand, I felt like writing stories again, on the other I get spontaneous collaborations that people get in touch. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to explain their stories , Although I tested.

I posted the story I sent a tantric massage, and yesterday received of a man who gives a new vision of male eroticism (someone knows something about nipples on men?), In a text I found interesting, and I will begin to publish next week

Obviously, any collaboration is welcome. You know the context in which room (dark) meteis you, do you lurking in the corridors (French), but instead you can get, so input to 4,000 people each month. Than nothing, and less circulation have many books. That if, as in restaurants FISNA, "reserves the right to admission." But if I can promise and promise that if I receive something and edit, integrates and inexpurgada version will be in a help page

The number of visits remains, after dropping out when AddWords balance, which is advertising for Google, which brought me many visits from people who fled immediately, undoubtedly frightened. The descent was important, of 5,300 visits a month to 4120 visits (excluding visits are search engines, robots and other bugs, that is, they are real people), and this month has increased slightly (4275, when it is not bad, considering that This month is one day less).

It has also increased the number of visits per visitor: 1.3 to 1.4, the number of pages per visit, from 5.4 to 5.5, and the number of Kbytes used by 512K to 707K visit, which suggests that I like the pictures and drop.

And the survey (answers few people, if not fear that their picture taken at the time of clicking) tells me that 70% are male and 30% female.

Plans? likely to enter a line of more feel and less stories (except, obviously, if there is any noteworthy event, imagine what line), I would like to make a series about love positions (as distinct Kamasutreras positions), perhaps something on domination (if someone has something to tell that story), and again take a AddWords eurillos in to see how they affect traffic.

Well that's all folks, until next month!