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I wipe with a damp cloth and warm, and made me turn around, covering nine with the towel.

I did then massage the skull at the neck in the ears, and soon was on her nipples ... although I am not no nipples, the silence, the dim light, his hands first kneading, stroking ... noticed after early pressure in the lower abdomen, with closed eyes I saw the towel that covered setting up a tent. I tried to think of something else, but this effort to get out of my head what was going on under the towel made me think about it.

But soon rose to the English, running his hands under the towel, pulling my penis carefully first of its way. Of course, my penis was not long before departing alone, erect and as the mast of a flag.

When I realized I had a hand on a nipple, the other in the testicles ... so I turned to take matters into their hands, this time dominating the situation, beginning and the end (happy, of course . She was skilled, when I noticed that I was about (what would notice?, It seems to be discreet, but I guess there are reflexes that can not hide) and was stopped a while to eggs, or thighs. It is a dangerous technique because it is easy, at least in my case, I run well, almost like by accident ... but she knew, was an expert, before it actually was at the point of no return did two or three times, I was already feeling the moment before the first contractions, they also pre-orgasm, and changed focus. I was getting closer, until I told him please do not stop, put it there by hand pressure on the pubis, and if it was a good run, let me served ... hence the ufff and even uufffffffff

Well, the other day while I was showering me thinking that the iconography (ie, the science that studies the origin and imagery) has accustomed us to two representations of male sex, which are quite standards, sex in Rest and erect penis.

Neither painting nor sculpture usually appear spliced ​​men, for obvious reasons. Even the sexes are often minimized, as in Greek representations of the photo.

This minimized, even in the David of the photo below. In sculpture, as well as aesthetic criteria (a man in erection is not very elegant) are pilots, and that the appendix is ​​outstanding would break away.

In classical painting does not show up much, take a major sex symbol, San Sebastian, which is always represented in classical paintings taking the hip, typically feminine pose. Either of the two tables shown on the left a San Sebastian de Rubens, right, which seems to dress by Calvin Klein and scoring package, Antonello da Messina. For none of the two, spliced, would look good in the living room.

Moreover, among the state "erect" and state "at rest ·, there is obviously intermediate states, which in Castilian have at least a name" morcillona. " Not a pretty name, but it certainly tells you what to say, something, as thick and compact, nothing to do with the snail report that can be. And that we were going, in the "at rest" and for the same person, it looks completely different depending on the day, time, circumstances ... It depends on the previous activity (not the same having just run to be just run the 5,000-meter hurdles), temperature, underwear (the tighter, more compact the package is removed).

So, in a display of scientific publication, the author took some pictures of the same man, always at rest. It said (promises to do better next time) the circumstances leading up to the picture, so that only serve to illustrate, but who is really interested, you can look for your guinea pig particular, and ask him what he had been doing before the picture

I can not hang here in the middle 19 different photos of the same penis at rest, but of one that stuck in his throat for breakfast, so are the tab "Cabinet Secret". Supporters who have the password, do not need anything. Those who do not have, and you are interested in the subject ... email it to sysop32@yahoo.es

Happy return from holiday

Well, by popular demand, for I have allowed to add other photos, the transition from rest to "full deployment"

She is the best friend of my wife ... the call Bea.

Previously, he had in two or three evenings sometimes group sex in which they had participated Bea, my wife, Ivan is the partner of Bea and me ... My wife is jealous, always think that I will cheat, and somehow group sex is the way it has to control me. So you can see what I do. At least that's what it says ... I suspect that Ivan disliked. At least their cries when running with it, (I think that when most explosive fucks me) seem to confirm this.

My Bea gets me. Perhaps what gets me is the atmosphere of sex, an evening that begins as evening of friends, who will pitch up, until he suddenly lost his hands in cleavage. The first time was by surprise, suddenly, at home one night and not knowing how, we hand the neck of your partner, and ended up fucking on the sofa turns, but each feather flock together ... but good That's another story that perhaps one day count.

The fact is I am nudist for about 10 years, I guess it satisfies my vein voyeur / exhibitionist. I'm not going to the beach looking for sex or masturbate ... going to the beach like everyone else, but I'd rather be naked, so I delight in passing the view (without offending anyone) and delight the eye of those who want to watch (also no offense). I do not intend to display my sex, but neither hide nor ignore it. I do not seek an erection, but if it comes not hidden.

It was summer was hot, Bea and I had started the holiday a week before my wife and Ivan, I was bored, just eat, and I happened to call Bea to see if we were going to the cinema or a drink. She told me she was leaving for the beach, I was alone ... it suddenly occurred to me, I swear that there was premeditation:

- Because I too was going to call you that
- What beach you going?
- I usually go to the Cove
- But if the Cove is a nudist!
- So.
- Because I certainly do not go there
- Goes, a woman the other beaches are full, there is no umbrella, we relaxed in the Cala
- But I did not remove either the top
- Sorry, because you have beautiful breasts.
- I see where you're going ...

through which he seemed not displeased in any case ...

We arrived, got settled, we extended the towels in the rocks and I undress.

She already had told me he was not going to remove the bikini, but try to convince her, to her shyness did not want to force the situation. There were some groups of people along the creek 400 meters, and we were the next to last, off the road. With us a small group of three kids dressed about 20 years and more to the center were three women aged 45 - 55 years naked.

Soon to be chatting told me that he was jealous to see these women proud of their bodies (one was fat fucking obese, one had massive tits) or at least, without the complex that she had. I tried to make him see that it was lovely (and true) and I started to enumerate virtues or parts of your body that I liked: his face, the firmness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples, the curls of her femininity, her hands ...

And it happened almost without noticing that my penis started to come alive. He started waking up step by step ... could feel every beat of my heart in my sex, and felt that each one my lingam earned a little more attention (yours and the kids next door). Notice how during his road to full erection, tripped over his leg, as we were propped-as we talked. She did not try to avoid it, simply smiled and said, "You're getting bad, eh?". Followed with the bikini set.

I am excited to see the desire in the eyes of a man when we are in the restaurant, in a silent promise of what's to come, but I'm excited to feel the same desire throbbing in my hand, as it did at the time the sex of Raúl .

I took it in my mouth, still loaded with the smell of nutmeg, and mine, as sea after orgasm ... Her body throbbed in my mouth

- Caress, make him run again

Raul had his eyes closed, I do not know if they had agreed and he Oriol previously, or if things were taking so that the person I wanted to have me in my preferred surrendering to another or giving pleasure. The fact is that I had sex Raul in my mouth, and apparently was not aware that there was an orchestra conductor, who never missed a detail of what I was doing.

I turned pleadingly towards him, was right next to the bed, leaning over us, while beating his cock inches from his mouth. I looked quizzical, I grabbed my head and put his mouth on her body. It was so different from Raul, was harder, at once more tender, sweet, dark skin and out of my mouth, sending waves of desire through my body. Raul opened his eyes, a little surprised, while Oriol took me by the hair, and moved my head forward and backward. I took her ass cheeks for ...

- To, you'll make me cum, and I want to first finish Raul said, taking my head by the hair to the body of Raul that I had abandoned.

Raul finished I wanted once, and make love with Oriol. But it was difficult, Raul was able, but no breathing, no movement indicated that close to orgasm. I put my best gear in the operation, I went with one hand on his cock, while my tongue fluttered over his penis ... I'm excited his punches in the mouth, connected, according to Oriental sexual wisdom with the genital area. The fact is that I felt myself becoming more open, more responsive, more ... how shall I say? Will mature?. Right now I have the feeling of being a peach in a branch when the sun gives heat of August ... throughout the body, diffuse, blood pounding, feeling the skin of the whole body ... Raul and showed signs of responding , his body began to move involuntarily, her legs opened, ran my hand over her eggs, tight, compact, spiky hair, I pulled my finger at her ass ...

- Is there already ... and I could not speak
- Which is run out, I want to see it in your boobs

obedient, I took it out of my mouth, while keeping the movement of my hands, and we could see the body of Raul bow, and emptied into white lumps in my breasts. I like to see, I like the translucent and almost fluorescent shade of semen in the moment of orgasm, as soon becomes clear.

Raul kept the sex of my hands, as I was getting smaller

- Looks like ... we made you, bitch, now up to us

(Continued)

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 ...

To understand, before you start, here is the "Maneuver Feli", then explains what it is:

Before the maneuver Feli

After the maneuver Feli

We know what we talked about? Go ahead post

The other day I told a friend who loves to see, feel, become erect.

He tells me to join a man makes her feel more womanly, more desirable and really gets excited, gets, gets excited when I get some friend to do the "Feli maneuver." And what is the maneuver Feli? I asked.

For Feli (Feliciano), he said, is a co-worker and yet my friend which is easy erection. He works at the store, and when I look a certain way, I move a certain way, I laugh in some way, I see that, as I look into my eyes, smiling, he reaches into his pocket and rearranged the package .

And I see the bulk of their sex in relief, almost going out of their pants

And I feel desirable, I am a woman, I'm sorry for causing female desire in a man without touching

Baptize the relocation of the erection from the pocket (sure we all found the need to do) as the "Maneuver Feli" in honor of the inspiration for the erection (not) shown in the photo, and that of Feli unwitting protagonist.

Sometimes the most outrageous maneuver is Feli:

Here we are again before the maneuver

Here no choice but to relocate it better, or buy a bigger size pants

I thought that Carmen was not surprised, although it was surprising. Although I almost regular customer, I never found this, when we left, dresses, Darkroom to enter the room across the hall, where the mat, he is already sitting, leaning against the wall, pants open, with the phallus as the flagpole. And she has been completely stripped. Pear tits, body of scandal.

Carmen sits next to him, and putting his hand in what was offered so obviously could not do otherwise. Or run, as a Santa Maria Goretti, or join the action.

His partner, I never knew what it was called, goes and opens the belt buckle, without a word, without a care, unzips me, takes my pants, as if we were on piecework. Like Carmen Maria Goretti was not, I am not a San Tarscicio, so I quit. My erection would prevent the underwear down, finally succeeds, smile, take my clothes in a corner and begins to caress me.

The truth is that I had never been naked on the mat. Normally one is dressed in the dark room (sometimes with his clothes in a heap, trousers at the ankles, panties sideways, but dressed), and later, when the ice is broken and have been the desire passes through costumes, clothing and left clutching a towel is placed (or not) to go find a welcoming place. The tours of these couples, towels in hand sometimes as the only outfit, circulated among the tables in the bar is what Carmen had surprised when he entered.

But now it was already well integrated in a tatami place almost in the way of couples came and went in the darkroom. I, between Carmen and she reached out and touched a tit now fruit, unripe fruit-hard, sometimes thighs giving the win to sink your face and forget about it, nor Carmen leaves me, but it timidly is low on my body, looks up, looks at me and asks:

- I can?
- Help yourself, you're welcome.

and while I eat Carmen for the first time, I hand between her thighs, the other between those of the unknown, I think I have enough to be there.

- Do you have condoms? she insists
- Yes, but I like to fuck in these places, I like to play, I love that touch me, but fuck me it seems an exercise too intimate

Carmen, like her, split the time between my dick and my partner. I'm deshinhibido, and put my hand on Carmen, which will also play it. There seems to dislike, but to her, asking:

- Are we going to take another turn?
- Yes. Thomas up his pants, she takes her clothes in a flutter and depart, leaving the two there, naked on the mat. Carmen and I looked, surprised,

- Happens to these?

but hey, we're not asking questions a long time, we are there, she and I, naked, on a mat, filled with desire and blood. He ran his hand between her legs, and I love sex.

Because there are sex and gender. There are girls who are opening a straight slit the woman's body type construction plans, section CC '(clitoris ass), but girls who look like a scar, in which there is no tactile references, sex that you do not know where he walks, smooth, unreferenced, and women who require GPS to locate. Mind you, I talk about sex itself, the holding can be a charming, wonderful love can do, I mean the visual aesthetic, and tactile as well. And there can not do anything, if she has played in the division to have a little sex, monotonous, straight as a road Badajoz Plan, because that is what you get. The fingers have to travel these sex without reference, without curiosity, a little lost, not knowing whether they go forward or backward and found at the end of the course. Sexes are linear roads leading from point A to point B, are, in short, Nordic sexes. That might be interesting, as some films, for "certain items"

But again, do not give these women less, people can be extraordinary and wonderful lovers, just, like some people have a small nose, long fingers or, as the need to have a boring sex.

ADDENDUM, well formed, which invites the tour. So is Carmen

And there are other women who have sex cozy, with milestones miliary, their locations, their prehensile lips that hug your finger on the most gentle caresses, leading lips, almost reptilian movements towards where they join in an embrace charming , lips wet with applause lead to entry into the woman's body, real lips, swollen with blood and sap. So are the lips, so is the sex of Carmen, who plied my fingers for the first time, inviting, grateful, and above all, at that time, wet.

Do not miss the odd couple. A hand between the thighs of Carmen, my mouth on her tits, she gets to do. We ask you to open your legs, I prostrate myself among them, I low over his body. Objectively, the position is a bit obscene, I knelt before her bubble ass on a horse erection, comiendomela, while she, unable to sit motionless undulates her waist to my mouth.

This is the time to choose two or three couples to shop around the room, and stay there, fully dressed, standing, watching the tableau. I'm vaguely aware that approach, but it is the same. Yet I ask Carmen:

- Go to a booth?
- What do you bother?
- Not much
- My not much, is

and continue.

Link to the sweet and sticky tour

Author's note: the truth is funny to me that the study aesthetic, not functional, the sexes of women, probably write a post expanding it. Meanwhile, readers are invited to leave your opinion ...

So with unknown patients is often necessary to "navigate view." Because there are patients who do not know which is the tantra, and are surprised that, at one point touching hot spots that cause an erection. And ashamed of it! As if that a problem debiese for Tantric Dakini!

While massaging your body to infuse knowledge, teach them to distinguish orgasm from ejaculation premature ejaculation ... if I explain how to masturbate with more awareness, teaching points that determine the "ejaculatory reflex" to precisely avoid.

Often premature ejaculation has a background in autoerotic behavior incorrect when the person masturbates not necessarily sexual, but as a reflex, to escape for a few moments of the stress of daily life, the practice becomes, over time, a Starring compulsive seeking immediate gratification.

Tantra to correct these "bad habits" (no word moral criteria, are poor in negatively affecting relationships), acting on its root immediately. The distant roots, the root causes of this need fall within the scope of psychologists, and Tantra can not and will replace them.

As I continue with my hands .. wrap my movements. The patient is face down on the couch, and you begin to notice a tingling sensation throughout your body that is transmitted to mine in the form of sexual energy. I invite you then to move your pelvis to open your body, open your energy, I point out the hot spots around the anus and perineum ... over two-thirds do not know, or are unable to accept them as points excitation by a fear of being mistaken for gay.

Sometimes I deviate the hand, or say: no, not here. Obviously, I listen, do not try to force uncomfortable situations. What I can say is that to attend a tantric session should go with an open mind, because if the mind is not open is impossible to open the body.

If these patients go to another session (sometimes remain as scared, and I suppose that on another occasion cabinets will go to more "conventional", where they make a straw in a flash plasma Burma) and accept my massage, and know that there are no Uninhibited areas.

I still have my massage ... Eastern oil lubricated all his sex, perineum, and testicles.

I know the patient's receptive state, which, remember, is lying with the belly on the table to see if you are ready to turn around. It is a difficult time for man to appear naked before the masseuse. It is a difficult time depends on the person, because some people may feel ashamed of your erection, but also who may be embarrassed about his sagging. It is best to be the patient who requests to turn over.

This playful hand slid between her body and the couch, feeling his lingam. If you feel a need to strengthen this drive only been stroking his testicles and the edge of your anus. Noto the patient uncomfortable, your pelvis is to find my hand, leaving more space for your center lingam and bringing to my caresses. I ask:

- You want to turn?

and now he gives it, without worrying about their nakedness upright.

If instead I found limp, I try to encourage you, with caresses more focused, with pressures in the first chakra (the pubis) to see if an erection. Often combined strokes in the year, with oil, and the first farm, the Lingam touching also achieve the expected results.

If I fail, there is no choice but to ask him to turn around.

next chapter: the opening of the body

Tantric massage is very sensual and sensitive and involves the 5 senses.

The first is to open channels to the patient. And what are channels? channels are energy points known and used in Eastern cultures. West told the first thing is that the patient feel calm and relaxed. With stress, hurry, no clock can achieve results.

Para ello le pido que desnude y que se duche, por higiene primero, pero sobre todo, para lograr un primer estado de limpieza, para dejar fuera del recinto tantrico toda la contaminación, humos y prisas de la vida diaria. La ropa, la vida de fuera deben quedar en el exterior del gabinete de masaje.

Se trata que una primera preparación, tanto física como espiritual para lo que va a venir a continuación.

Una vez está el paciente desnudo en la camilla, con música preparada especialmente para el tipo de sesión que he seleccionado, empieza la sesión propiamente dicha, que es una fusión entre música, palabra, movimientos, y, cómo no, olores.

Olor de incienso, olor de aceites esenciales, olor tambien de las velas que suelen alumbrar tenuemente la escena.

Les acaricio empezando por la espalda, mientras les explico las diferentes sensaciones que van a notar. No es solo un masaje, no es solo caricia de mis manos, es todo mi cuerpo que en algunos momentos se acerca al suyo, para favorecer el intercambio de energia, para que ellos me traspasen como se sienten y yo pueda, eventualmente, corregir la sesión.

Porque, aunque tengo una clientela fiel, tambien hay pacientes que llegan a mi porque “alguien” (no saben quien) les ha hablado de mi, o porque me han “encontrado en Internet”. Hay que descubrirlo todo en estos pacientes, porque aunque hay muchos que, aunque hayan llegado a mi por casualidad, se conocen, conocen su cuerpo y lo que buscan. Tambien existen otros que dicen en la entrevista previa que no tienen erecciones sin Cialis, o que ellos controlan su orgasmo. En función de esto ajusto la sesión, los perfumes, la musica, los movimientos, y de pronto me encuentro con un lingam erguido antes siquiera de haber acercado mis manos, o con los signos inequivocos de un eyaculador precoz.

A veces eso es un problema, a veces no.

Aunque el paciente esté de espaldas a mi, mis manos deben recorrer todo su cuerpo. Los glúteos, el canal que los separa, dejando pasar mis dedos lubricados por su ano. Ahí ya tengo una primera señal, si el paciente cierra las piernas, sé que será un caso dificil, si, por el contrario, instintivamente se abre como una flor, dejando fluir su energía, sé que la sesión será provechosa para ambos.

Llego entonces al perineo, ya los testiculos, cogiendolos con ambas manos, notando su textura y su dureza, que me dice mucho del estado fisico del paciente. Si no tienen tono muscular, si están caídos como fruta madura, si tienen una textura “gomosa” la sesión va a ser complicada, el paciente está flojo (no es que lo sea, es que yo no he sabido o no he podido levantar su energia sexual, y será preciso un mayor esfuerzo).

Claro, este tipo de contactos, manos bien lubricadas rozando, palpando la zona perineal (y perianal), suelen provocar una ereccion en el paciente. Y entonces, igual que antes con las caricias en la zona anal, hay pacientes que temen moverse para ponerse comodos, no olvidemos que estan con el lingam sobre la camilla, y ahora la erección les está presionando, y que se pueden sentir avergonzados de la situación.

Porque un masaje tantrico puede o no acabar en orgasmo, y hay pacientes que no quieren que acabe asi, es su decisión y yo, aunque no la comparta, la respeto. Estos pacientes, a veces, no siempre, son los que se sienten avergonzados de tener una erección en una camilla de masaje.

Y en cambio hay pacientes a quienes no importa mover un poco su pelvis, para colocar el lingam en posicion menos molesta, momento que aprovecho para abrirles un poco las piernas, y alcanzar entonces con mayor facilidad tanto sus testiculos, como su perineo y su zona anal esa zona tan desconocida para tantos hombres, y tan sensible, la piel oscura y fruncida del exterior del ano… ese contacto es un punto dificil para muchos hombres, del cual hablaré mañana.

Y cuando llego a este punto del ritual, cuando he palpado los testiculos, la zona perineal, la zona anal, ya sé qué orientación debo darle al masaje, si el paciente está preparado para aprender, para compartir su energia conmigo, para participar en un rito ancestral, si en cambio ha venido a probar el masaje tantrico porque la chica que hacia el birmano en otro gabinete estaba enferma, o si, finalmente, está muy lejos de estar preparado para recibir las enseñanzas de una dakini tantrica

chapter link to know the patients as

Total que notando la urgencia, se dedica un poco más al resto del cuerpo, con incursiones a mi miembro. Dos o tres movimientos de subida y bajada, y otra vez los huevos, el culo, otro roce… ya mi cuerpo es solamente mi sexo, no noto nada más que la sangre espesa circulando, los latidos de mi corazon repercutidos en mi pene. Llega a ser molesto, y al mismo tiempo placentero, es dificil explicar esta mezcla. Noto en una de sus caricias que se engarfian los dedos de los pies. Ella tambien lo nota, y sabe que eso es el prologo del orgasmo, y que mejor terminamos, ella su trabajo, y yo mi deseo, asi que de vuelca un poco mas de aceite en las manos, me aprisiona con una mano, con la otra acaricia mis huevos y el punto A (en algun lugar entre los huevos y el culo), acopla sus movimientos a los mios, mi cuerpo, mi pelvis involuntariamente va al encuentro de su mano, cuando ella la baja mi cuerpo sube, y se encuentran en el movimiento eterno, mientras su otra mano alterna posiciones.

Le miro la cara, concentrada en su labor, concentrada en sus manos sobre mi cuerpo, sonriendo si ve que la miro (a veces no es asi, depende, hay otras masajistas que cierran los ojos, siempre me pregunto si por educacion, timidez, afan de no molestar al paciente, o fantaseando en que se lo hacen a su novio), Tatiana no, mira sus manos que aprisionan mi sexo, los movimientos de mi cuerpo, los dedos de mis pies, con interés profesional, me explicaron que así puede ajustar el ritmo al orgasmo del cliente.

Ya se me cierran las piernas, noto que la tension acumulada del último cuarto de hora está pugnando por salir, y ella, que tambien siente la súbita tensión de mi cuerpo, hace un poco de presión en el chakra sexual, el naranja inmediatamente encima del pene.

Es inmediato, siento la subida del placer, todo mi cuerpo se tensa, para vaciarse en cálidos borbotones, lanzados sobre mi cuerpo los primeros, deslizandose por sus manos los últimos. Cuando mis espasmos han terminado aún no me deja, si no que con suaves presiones y lentos movimientos logra prolongar aun por unos interminables segundos el orgasmo, hasta que mis piernas se cierran y, casi sin querer, pongo mi mano sobre las suyas para que se quede quieta. Estamos asi unos segundos, yo recuperando el aliento, mientras unas ultimas gotas blanquecinas se escurren de mi pija. Ya no puedo más. Ella se separa suavemente, me limpia lo más aparatoso con un pañuelo, me tapa con una toalla de papel y me echa una mantita por encima.

” – quedate el tiempo que necesites, cuidado al levantarte, no te vayas a caer, cuando estes listo para ir al baño, da dos golpes a la puerta pero no salgas tu solo”

Y eso hago, me quedo unos minutos recuperando el aliento, sintiendo como baja el entumecimiento, como ya no siento ningun deseo, como estoy ya listo para aguantar otra semana con mis manos como unico acompañamiento

link al capitulo anterior

Y asi me quedé, tranquilo y relajado. La foto ilustra cómo cuánto, pero estaba fea para ponerla aqui, y tampoco soy yo, pero la dejo como un link para el que sienta curiosidad por saber qué foto iba