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The other day I had a sexual experience bypass.

It may sound strange, but there we were, she and I, in bed sometimes, sometimes standing, sometimes supported one of the two on the wall, while our bodies ... well not his, I felt mine moving at the music he had selected her, but my mind was out, thinking about other things, recalling other situations, other people - not always in sexual situations - feeling the music, the sensations of my body, my fingers, my skin , my sex multiplied, seeing at the same time, from the outside ... like a voyeur.

The music she had selected from courses they had attended in India, but not sexual, oriented it to the second state of consciousness. Prepared music for meditation, wise combination of drums and finger cymbals set the pace, zithers for melody.

And my body was there, fulfilling what was expected of him, but the mind was out. My conscious self knew and enjoyed what I was doing my body on one side, but at the same time was lost in reverie, vibrating with the music ...

I touched her, and felt what she was feeling, wisely adapted to their pace. For a while I was a woman, I felt female. And obviously, I'm not, and throughout the session, which lasted just over three hours, I was at all times the male. I entered (And if they had, I had been equal).

There were no bids, only the beginning, an exchange of energy through the hands, but that was it. There was no attempt to delay ejaculation or forced breaths ... just flowed that way.

And when I felt it was time to finish, I ended up with an orgasm more than average. But is that the entire session, from the first quarter of an hour was an internal orgasm continued. But that also could have no ejaculate and be equally satisfied.

Funny, I do not know if you ever happened, nor blew his flute is if by chance, or it is a path of perfection that I have been moving alone (tantric teachers say they come to these states), or was the choice of music. Or was the day.

I would be able to repeat it, but not sure how.

If anyone has experienced a similar feeling, and leaves me a personal message be grateful

But it was not.

Maria was raised doubts about my intentions, as if they were not clear!

And me too. About the intentions of Mary in the medium / long term to meet them. Did not need to be today, nor on the next trip, but found that it was important to my complete acceptance. That is, not only my spirit, but also my body in the flesh. So far, spirit and body are inseparable, and in the short term I hope they continue that way. Mary told me that "as friends" at the end of the world. And from the first day he said no, and had not moved an inch (I do not know what it is, but it must be something tiny) of their position. And it's true. He has not moved, I can not say I cheated.

Well worth it.

The seduction of desire is sweet if there is a possibility of realization.

Not that day, not another day, but it must be the door open for completion, a window of hope.

If not, does not work.

Too bad, because I love Maria heart

But I wish with every pore of my skin

So ended the love story of friendship followed by one that has fewer surprises, I will have more time for you, Baudelaire readers semblables months, month frères.

And recommence the blog

Barcelona, ​​Carcassonne, the end of autumn 2009

We arrived at the hotel. Again he had requested two beds in separate rooms, but contiguous, as were the conditions agreed with Maria.

We went to dinner. It was in France, as before.

After dinner, in the car, back to the hotel, I said, as no more important comment, which I considered a friend of our perverse game of feint and not consummate. And he began to mourn. I felt helpless, helpless, unable to react, take it in my arms and stroked her hair, as I comforted her ... and told me that sometimes she thought the same thing

- Take, and me! I said. But it is a pact agreed, I do not mind the desire, but I like it. I like to feel the desire in my body, you do not turn it off. The desire may be, in some cases, an end in itself, has a sexual tension that otherwise disappears.

I do not think I understood very well. Nor, probably, me neither.

We arrived at the hotel. I had booked two adjoining rooms and two beds. I bought a pair of pajamas, I said sleeping in the same bed. He seemed fine. I felt like I was saying to heart.

We went to bed. As she put on her pajamas, I fell asleep.

I said something in a dream ...

After two hours I woke up, my body pressed against his, my hand on her waist, my desire in my body and stuck on his back ...

I was uncomfortable? no, I felt that my body was showing his affection and desire. What would she be? we had already spoken, in fact she was the inspiration for the recent posts ... I had explained that an erection was a tribute of my body towards her. Something that could not control, and did not expect her to do anything about it.

It was clear to both, and that is why I dared (and she left me) get close to cuddle. Despite my erection, which brought more than accompanied us both.

And so we spent the night. Sometimes I woke up, she woke up others. Ever dream placed in such a way that it was very difficult, almost impossible to avoid touching her breasts. But it was not, at least not well.

In the morning, and more awake, I stroked her hair, body, made him a back massage that ended with an affectionate hug and shirtless pajamas.

Even in dreams, I stroked her body, breasts, neck, head, back. As I felt my erection by force against my body against hers. It was a strange situation. Both aware of my excitement, both she and I comfortable with it, I knew that once I got out of bed I was going to happen, it ... do not know what she thought, do not talk about it.

One might think that was a strange situation. A woman, topless, letting caressed by a friend, knowing both that the situation is not beyond reach. That which is usually the preliminary to stay in that situation ... teenagers. Only teens can lose his temper, and here we knew both that neither she nor I were going to lose.

And there I was, sitting in bed with his back against the headboard of the bed, legs spread, and the body of Mary, also sitting, resting on my groin, stroking her back ... and a single comment by her: "it is that hard that I feel?".

And both were good, we both knew that we would not go further.

Why, you ask? two friends do not sleep in the same bed. And if they stay because the circumstances (not because they look especially as we had looked for us), keep away. Do not stroke the neck, hair, breasts ... because if they do pass the invisible barrier of privacy.

I needed to pass Barrera and Maria had understood it.

And so I'm happy with it.

And why repeat.

And so I continue feeling my body erect leaning against his, and being at home, seduced by the desire of her body.

And so, because she knows I need, and maybe because she also likes to feel my desire to go travel again ruined it (we) have to warm ruined it (we) feel the urgency of desire, without the need for completion.

Desire is the end in itself.

Or at least, so I thought ...

Maria met online.

Hit it off, the second or third thing I asked was the age, and although I lied a little, it was not enough, I said that all he was attracted to men who were almost a generation older than her.

But, although I do not usually spend much time people can be interesting, but with which there is no bed possible - thus I do not spend time on male friendships, football does not interest me, nor do I care about the results of Nadal and Alonso - Maria if I was interested. I had conversation, I had ideas ... and I was hoping that, as in Cohen's song "Chelsea Hotel"

You tell me you prefer handsome men
But for me Will you do an exception

do for my one exception, change his mind, once I had known personally, and be charmed by my legendary charisma, and decided they wanted to make love with me.

But I was seduced. I was seduced (or rather abducted) and taken to a world of strange music, and reasonable conversations, and discussions and quarrels and ruptures, as brief and unexpected.

And we went to used to each other, although I'm not so sure that the other one is accustomed to. But yes, probably yes.

And of course, came the time when I really needed to know that she had been accepted, and I, man at last, and as such primary evidence needed cotton, to accept me in bed ...

And he said, and he said that from the first day had not been attracted to me, I had said, and therefore, as friends as they please, nothing to fuck.

Well, there we cut.

For two days, long, endless days.

But their friendship had for me.

And mine had for her.

So we try to solve the complicated issue

- I do not want fuck you
- But if we do not spend the night together, I feel that I accept
- You want to spend the night with me?
- If
- For that no problem, if you want more.
- Well, I resigned

In a way, nobody lost face, gave me a degree of privacy than a friend, and finally the fuck is a step - important way - on a path of friendship that goes beyond sex.

So we made a first trip together, a night together, where we sleep in separate beds in the middle of the night, and in it, but our bodies more than raiment touched hands ...

And we Watchers

And keep writing

And back out of travel

Yesterday we returned

(Continued)