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Rosa stood a few inches in the air, sitting without sitting down, and turned down, impaled on my fingers sinking deeper and deeper into her breakthrough flooded. Reflex movements moved in, filling your body and mine electricity. I wanted the wildest and rough area of ​​entry, the one that shot her pleasure, open all sources, and when I met her, I put a second finger, pressing rhythmically there, adapting to their movements, giving at some point to increase your pleasure

Suddenly, your body will echo forward, forcing my fingers to almost breaking, straining, held motionless like a bird in flight, flight, at your pleasure, break me, while his body moved in leaps and endless spasms of an orgasm; retained a cry escaped her throat. I could not help but Rosa knew me, I would have touched me, unconsciously tightening and loosening thighs, seeking to orgasm in the Teresian, but knowing that no, it would not make it this way.

Finally, one last jump, a last cry retained, closed his eyes, was sitting while gently felt the ring closing and opening his body around my fingers. The retired, the liquid membrane still attracted to its center, in the palm of my hand was the water reservoir, my hand was drenched while running slowly through the area leaving a trail her ass wet. By releasing my hand, looked at her and smiled, certifying the flood of tasty and satisfying irrigation took my finger to my mouth, my tongue licking the rest of her pussy juice, first one finger, then another, recovering their female scent so similar and so different from mine. That evening, the first of many, the taste (of the vagina) Rose was strong without being sour, it tasted like honey, honey wild and rugged.

Rose then took my hand, putting my finger in his mouth, painting her lips and mouth with her juices and my saliva.

He opened the bag with a smile, showed me her panties. He got up to go to the bathroom, a scene repeated with and without guests, a scene so many times known and always exciting. A brand of moisture of sweat had the heart of their offense. I suggested that he should put the shirt above the waist.

Back home, I explained that never, ever used or use dildos or similar apparatus or in your body. They would always be our hands, our tongues, our breasts and smooth grace of our nipples, which would meet our loving zeal.

In this post we will see that, even if a partnership, the sysop, using his privileged owner of the site, can not help but stick their fingers in the jar.

Rosa leaned forward on the divan they shared, imperceptibly opened her legs, leaving me room for my hand reached her thighs, hot, caress the crease of your knees, go up slowly as he felt her trembling. A silence was with us, retained the breath so as not to break the magic of first contact. I asked, almost unconsciously, if you had put the Jipa precisely to this point, so that nothing will hinder the movements of my hands on her legs.

My open hand, making his way between her thighs, without seeing her ass found warm clothes. No whispers needed to guide my fingers, but even if my body was crying out, not wanted yet have her, caress her, get her sighs will probably end with the moment.

Subi because my hands by your hips, waist scope of the skirt, cradle the two blocks of her ass, and some outgoing shaped posture, as my fingers ran over her slit open, such as rubber stabbed. I slid my hand up my fingers and my hands were only the tip of fingers searching for new ways or road, the only one, which would lead to his lips, those wet walls.

But did not want to come, felt, by the respiration of Rosa, on the tension that barely reached the center, would dissolve into spasms of joy, so I backed my hand, my fingers resting on the open wound between his ass. Rosa moved with delight and joy. No podium, leaned over me, giving me back, as she pushed the buttons that closed her skirt, which imprisoned her waist. Then passed his hand across his waist, and following the path opened her ass my long toes of former volleyball player came to the wet hair from her garden.

sysop> huy makes me, thank goodness I'm alone in a row in the plane, the dark, they spend a movie. I'm imagining perfectly, it's more, my fingers feel the contact of the first time, the magic of discovery of the body of the other

I noticed the water, playing my fingers on that dream pond, her lips blindly caressing, sinking in a few jolts (sysop> with that shake? Now baffles me ... I think that the entry is soft, it's more that the entry is to put the finger, and is the girl who was impaled, but hey, I know as I am, I suppose that every man will do it differently, but I put more if you explain that it is a slow, gradual, sound, smell ... which of course , although we can not hear, nor smell, but can be a poetic license) my finger in her pussy.

sysop> may be fine as you say, but I would say ... blindly caressing her lips, placing the finger at the entrance, resting gently, feeling the first resistance to my possession. Rosa sat up a little, to get off my finger slowly worked its way into your body, opening its fragrant folds, own their femininity joyful. Rosa sat up and noticed the out of your body, lips embracing my finger now, I felt her body close to my embrace. Gently kissed her neck, his tongue swept her ears, her neck, noticing the smell, a mixture of perfume, sweat, desire. I saw her nipples, black, pointed, through the bra, as if to pop it.

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I received this beautiful collaboration that comes from a blog that will indicate if the person who wrote it authorizes me

Of course, before that Thursday as spring remembered, preceded other days, other equally Thursday to remember and save the album from memory.

As it was yesterday, yesterday and this six years have passed, which is the first Thursday fragrant in my house.

But that was then ... I remember the first time Rosa spoiled my body. The first time, somehow, I was shocked to see Rosa's body tremble, these repeated convulsions of pleasure spasms of a woman who never, until our bodies were delivered, of course had seen or experienced before meeting Rosa, Rosa falling in love, to love.

First were our eyes that were cited without words but with concealed behind the counter trade where both were dealing with hysterical clients, where the two accomplices, we laughed at them and we guiñabamos the eye when they left, after buying something needed at all?. Later came the words, meetings and emails brought coffee and noting the time of our appointment.

We wanted to go knowing, penetrating gaze, the thought of another. Know whether those our sidelong glances when we thought we looked the other does not correspond to a friendship beyond words, or a sexual quirk barely acknowledged by the "wrong", or a woman to woman in love, something that our eyes face to face they could or wanted to hide.

My sexual satisfaction, my tingling in the presence of another woman had experienced since he was young, twenty short years.

I thought it would be temporary, say that I always looked at women over me. When I say top I mean who were older than me or that stand out in any school sports, such as Adriana, a volleyball player three years older than me.

I had as a volleyball player until the twenty-five years, but between Adriana and I only had eyes, curiosity when we tried to match in the locker room to get in the shower together ("all the showers are full, let me in, that I running late? "). But in September 1990 approved the competitive Alberto as a notary (years before had graduated as a journalist and was a stockbroker in his spare time, but family tradition had to be notarized), and there he finished the volleyball and coincidences.

Alberto was a good party, with notice of its own, inherited from his father, the last scion of a family with origins and generations of graduates in law and four years older than me. After several years of dating decided or was decided (here we change it to mark that you do not have anything to do) that by the end of 1990 we married.

Planned, said and done.

That tingling, butterflies fluttering in my speaking of my friends, who had read in Cosmo that I had that happen, not when Albert had never experienced or had me briefly sat on me. True, Alberto, excellent businessman on the other hand, never had sexual fantasies for even the minutes you spent on your pleasure and at the same time seeking to give satisfaction to me.

This was, without Volley, with a job to occupy more time and run away from home, with casual looks to Rose, when I received a brief email, I printed, to be sure not to forget where I said "A 18h in the first floor of the Café de la Tarde "

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There were voting for and were elected the following topics:

- The lingerie
- The cycle of desire
- The fantasies
ex aequo with sensual massage

and fiercer opposition boots porn actresses, it seems that, except to me, did not interest anyone.

So we choose the partners, or rather, pointed to one group and we we were going to organize the work.

In lingerie we had some difficulties, because we did not see very well what I could do a study group on the subject ... go to lingerie stores? interviewing the vendors? experience? agreed that women in couples went to talk to each of the subject, trying to clarify what his fascination and I must say it was a group that promised me very little, but the conclusions, and above all, the process of reach them, it was exciting.

The cycle of desire was clear in a couple days there are days with and without, and should analyze the pairs between them if they found out what made him stronger, and what drove him away, and as to sensual massage, it was decided that group is pointing to a massage shop, as if it were known, and then share knowledge between them, and make us partakers of others.

And we are set on a month to meet again for dinner and a description of what had been done

And they will continue the stories of Purple Circle, hatching, experiences and conclusions in this blog, but not consecutively.

And at dinner next came two sides, the women, who were inclined to the mystique of sex, sex as a tool for improving relations, the fusion partner, a sex, to some extent "spiritual" and the men, sex as a download. They wanted to analyze the significance of sex, analyzing it in private with your partner, they wanted to practice, and (as we were all interested in the same ) If possible in groups, here and now.

The discussion was more heated, a gathering of 20 people with conflicting interests, trying to determine where to go, and without a clear leader in a rapidly drifting Capernaum.

I was surprised, I must say, even internal discussions between partners, where we see that one member has been a companion of the other, but not convinced (curiously, rather they). The dinner was heating up, a couple left without waiting for the main course because the caught a jealous rage. Positions are not unsettled We moved in fits and starts, without a clear goal. I was the organizer, but did not want to set myself up as a leader, as it was not there, but the catalyst for a meeting where no one knew that he could leave. It changed me, of course, the meetings, with agenda and objectives, and we were all moving in unknown ways. As the French say, we were "treading the sauerkraut"

Now, after a few years now, and when who else who is interested unless they know something about tantra, and have heard or read something about oriental theories about sex, sex as a means of personal knowledge, we would have been more tracks. But then all this for us was virtually "terra incognita".

The women in the group, without being very aware of it, were inclined to the study of sex as a refinement of the relationship, men wanted to change the enhancement of sexual technique. We decided, given the absence of agreement, is to determine what topics interested us, and selected by vote.

The mechanism is fixed, first, the couple acted together, the two members should "work" (if you can call sex work studies) together, and the groups could be a maximum of three couples. Stayed for a month, each group worked separately its subject, and we would meet next month to discuss where we were, what had been done, and set the following steps.

Were set as possible topics:

- The lingerie
- Smells and perfumes
- Make love with love is different to fuck?
- The cycle of desire
- The fantasies
- Sensual massage techniques
- Domination / submission
- Exhibitionism
- Resolves conflicts sex or lid?
- That in the movies porn actresses wearing boots?
- A passionate

and proceeded to vote on three issues that were going to start Purple Circle gaits. There was one vote per couple, just to reinforce the concept that the unit was the couple (and avoid jealousy). First they voted and selected the three themes, each couple chose two, your choice and one in which he would not participate.

He then proceeded to the selection of participants, took a theme, and ballots were opened up to the couple elected to come out. Once the three couples had a leader, one per group, the other two couples were fixed lots, within which had not been vetoed by topic.

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Following the publication of my ad, I received at least 200 responses, of which 11 corresponded to pairs, one a woman, alone, and the 188 remaining men.

I replied to couples and single women :

"The Purple Circle is a group interested in studies of relationships, and make a presentation in a room reserved at the Bar xxx on Wednesday, between eight and nine. For those interested in pursuing a dinner was held later extension, please confirm. The invitation is free. "

I rented a space in a bar, asked us not interrupted, and verifications a cooler with soft drinks, some peanuts ... nothing serious

And when they had guests, I must say I puzzled, were couples aged between 35 and 50, we sat down and took the floor.

"Many thanks for coming, but somehow I have cheated, and not because the purple circle, as such, does not exist. The Purple Circle is an idea that occurred to me to me, as an area of ​​exchange of experiences, but the circle will exist only if we are there, if someone in the room shares my concerns my interests, which are deeper into the world of sex first, and then ... relations in sexual matters, because I've always asked questions nobody can answer me, for example, wear boots that porn actresses in the movies, or what is the difference between orgasm man of orgasm in women?, or still, someone can explain her orgasm, you feel? or even that makes us men see two women in bed, and we see two men horrifies ... we see it as a threat to our manhood? or is it fear that excite us? and, last but not least, in general, you touch your partner's ass when folláis? I like it when you touch it? . Enfin, these questions I do not know if we all do, but I if I do ... if orgasm is a point in time, or a condition that begins before the spasms, we know of amrita? (I must admit that got wide-eyed) ... enfin, those that are purely sexual themes, and others, for example, sex is, sexual pleasure is the same when the couple is in love? So what I propose is that we are interested in doing something that we meet for dinner, and profiles. Let's see if I have proposed topics of interest to me just me, or if there are more people who want to participate.

And a woman asks me, "but you have to pass the act"? because if it is to screw in a group, I'll pass. And another woman asks me (it's funny, as usual, men are kept apart as you have to stand): you can add themes? clear answer, the issues are presented, and if you have people interested, then add to the list, you have one? for if, that men run away after cumming?

And if we were to have dinner later

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Many years ago, before the Internet was known (yes, there was then a world inhabited by real people), came up with a name "Purple Circle". I did not know what it was, the logo of a brand name, the title of a book, the name of a sect. Like Coke and Pepsi have their logo and had no ideas to write a book, and little charisma and less time to found a sect, I had no choice but to create a guild, the "Brotherhood of the Purple Circle."

I put an ad in one of the large-circulation national newspapers, not large, in the "Miscellaneous" of the ads, that if, in a festive, announced he was saying something like:

"The Purple Circle admits new members, if you are a partner, and are interested in participating in studies and analysis of feelings, sexuality and related issues, leave a message on the phone xxx with the name of the two and one-hour call. They answer calls that may be of interest. "

I did not know at this time was opening Pandora's box

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Hi, this is a collaboration that I have received, and obviously, I would like opinions.

4 am, I have insomnia and I keep tossing and turning in bed. The book I read last night I Temin has revealed. I reflect on the fragility of human beings, especially females, we probably mentally stronger than men but the differences are physically unattainable. Posts to seek advantages, this physical frailty in comparison with them has a few positive readings. Mentally, women are much more intuitive and sensitive. Physical sensitivity also gives us our body is superior to theirs. We have the ability and the ability to enjoy sexual pleasures more than any man, of course, provided one is let go and everything I do is out of conviction and not because the force, although the famous "relax and enjoy ... "is the order of the day and too many women voluntarily apply it and make no mistake, we are many to whom we like to play to feel forced by dance partner ... We are also quite contradictory, we like a partner who is for us that is funny, kind, attentive, friendly, courteous, delicate, sensitive in bed, etc, etc, the contradiction? We often like to be cool, believed, bad, sexually aggressive, is this a sexual fantasy? Maybe, like the saying that men who visit brothels is because they want what his wife did not do, perhaps we also women affairs with men like us that our husbands do not make us or maybe you do not let us do? If more intimate communication and less "forbidden games" or less dream and more enjoyable, secure that couples would last much longer. A

I like slow, slowly, moving up the pace gradually until the climax, the final sprint .... But I also like to dominate me and treat me like a top, feel sexual object? Yes and vice versa, I also like that man can be my object and do with it what I want, and that basically we are not so different and all, we and they would like the same, the question is how to get the objective? here are a few differences but the ultimate goal, the precious treasure is always the same.

The truth is that to me, as a man, I also love between the teeth catch the little button of flesh of a woman, and hold it there you can not leave, while the stroke with the tongue, aiming for a time.

All this did not think at that moment that I was more for the feeling that they were concentrating on my lower abdomen ... that if I keep fantasizing about a threesome with Tatiana and X (not write any names), X watching the movements learned Tatiana, outstanding student.

But if, one day talking about the people who know and those who do not know ... not matter (only) technique, is mostly a matter of sensitivity, tact - and never better spent -

Sure, the girl's fingers caressing my balls, her head bobbing up and down between my legs as I felt her mouth at the tip, the bridle his tongue, her lips wrapping, all warm, all wet ... not going to hold, nor wanted to. Indeed, some car passing by, we briefly illuminated with lights, making shadow puppets on the windows, but although at first I was worried, "do not mind, she said, you come here all the same thing," and at that time I was the same.

If X also had been there, or better, if we had been in bed, she had taken over, and that would have reduced the pressure I felt in my lower abdomen, I have allowed myself together, devolved to the feelings of the time prior the only thing that exists is the cock, one tries to avoid the outcome sung.

But Tatiana was not there to waste time. She went to what was, and the sooner ended, earlier released for its next service, so there she was, applied in its task of making me cum as soon as possible.

And indeed, decided to change tactics when they felt it was about, because I took out of his mouth, I take his hand, and two helix movements (up and down, but turning at the same time), I was where I wanted he was, the tension throughout the body, the unstoppable force that comes from a little below the navel, which tightens all the muscles, from the eyes to the toes, like a beacon that illuminates the body, and focused only on 20 cm (well, some less well) of flesh and blood, and releases its cargo, in spasms, in the condom.

Tatiana went on and on but I had finished, and felt that every move I emptied a little more in an endless orgasm. If you always thought was over after running! and there she was, pumping undaunted, that if, slowly, so that my orgasm continues, my contractions and further apart, until I could no longer resist, and put my hands on hers, to immobilize them. Curious end, I did not know either. My dear grasshopper who did not know him, I urge you to try, and see that no world after orgasm.

Tatiana looks at me and smiles. Wait, honey, you clean. And carefully, but quickly takes a tissue, and I removed the condom, cleaning and stroking my dick a while, and rest, which still leaves some thread of silver.

I leave it there where you find me? and there we go, and with a smile on your face

It is true that expertly caressed me as if I knew what I was feeling. And there really are women who can not masturbate, and what is even more serious, believed that oral sex is stick it in her mouth and up and down. And no, not that, not (just) a movement up and down. There is an accompanying hand (where?), There is something to do with the language (what?), There are retractable teeth and nails of cats that may (or may not) be used ...

You read me Ladies, ladies prepubescent, Roman matrons, toothless old men, witches loving, restless women, female pro that if, without neglecting nor above the group of men, study, by practice, do not hesitate ask your partner if that's okay, if not accept the answer, your answer are sighs, eyes, tension, jumps, drops first clear, then milky spasms, suppliers silvery trails left in the hair of your partner's chest ! Do, analyzed, corrected, repeat (yes, another day )

There is a technique, it is a matter of explanation, each person is different. You may ask do you have to put your teeth? Is there to accompany the hand? Should we turn? Can you touch your ass?. But there is no single answer, it depends on the moment, the couple and their training, trust ...

Not so much a question of if they get teeth, which is one of the fears we have men, and that is an extraordinary feeling and I dare say not necessary ... who is excited about dientecitos touring think its axis, exerting exact pressure, while the mouth up, and removing the teeth, and touching with his lips when low?

Not so much a question of whether the movement should be longitudinal or helical (ie, turning while going up or down), it is more a matter of pressure. Not so much a question as pressure lubrication, that is, if the hand moves to the skin of the penis, or is the skin of the penis which moves relative to the body of the cock ... to what you had you not asked ever? And, in general, these things are there, and the flute sounds by chance. And you think that sounds good, you get a Re enough, when you can get an entire symphony

Something is explained in this blog, in the section on the mechanics of intercourse. But you have to practice, and not intercourse ... So another day.

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