After. Going Gently
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009 
Well talk today of a topic that rarely discussed. There is no literature on it is (and never better employee), an anticlimax.
We looked our best peacock tail men, women have used our weapons women, we are seduced, we love (or not), we have had a hand, we have gone to bed (or car, or a pine forest, or a night, as 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 we say or ordinarieces, or simply enjoyed with pleasure, watching his face, his body tense notice us, and finally, after some agonizing blows with his pelvis, his ass, with his whole body, sometimes provoke our pleasure, feeling his own, he 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, there are two, two and a half, and explained later.
We were embraced, it is a matter of minutes, long enough so that we can look into the eyes, we can embrace, we can smile, 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 guess women feel 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 dick, 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 somehow, 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, feel your muscles, 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. Men feel the erection. We do not know if it is much, 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, and 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 tell me ... what about errors? Where are they? because there is a beautiful 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 packets of snuff.
