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Well we have reached the 1st of August. This blog began on 1 April, because four months ago, 120 days, and almost 120 posts.

I learned what I could learn from him, I learned to surf the Internet, browse photos, to set up a blog, a forum, include a survey ... they're all specialized technical disciplines, not very interesting, it must qye say.

I also learned that you can be in first page in search engines. I'm on a number of countries and in some cases. I have learned that issues that I touched so bring lots of visitors side ... you do not know how many people are interested in horse riding in horse breeding, the paper makes a mamporrero in animal reproduction, and as she masturbates a horse (which, I must say, I also intrigue me)

I also learned that I am able to write every day, spend a couple of hours to it.

But mostly, I learned that it is difficult to arouse interest, and I have not managed to create an open exchange of ideas. Not for the blog or the forum or the survey, nothing.

Let's say that I'm sure if I have aroused interest. Two hundred visitors every day of truth, with an average of two minutes per visit and some not bad. Nor is what I thought it would be, but that's what I thought before you start, when I started I said ... if I reach 50 or 60 views of truth, will be a success. Well, I'm at 200 and rising.

I know that you are there because I see you, know that you are reading, how long you are, where clickais in which country you are, but I do not know what is really important who you are, what you like and what not. And I do not what you said. You came, you read, you have copied the photos (I do not feel bad, I put some mine and many copies), and you have gone without a trace.

Do not take this as criticism. If I criticize someone is myself, for having failed to convince you that dejaseis something, something positive, negative .... makes a good day today! or coil jo ... often have given us.

And finally, thank all who have helped me with ideas, encouragement, to and who have posed for photos, and to have a good time while they made

I leave the blog, or at least leave the daily discipline of writing. Do not close it, still missing a few posts, but if you relax the discipline, and no longer write with shirt and tie, but no shorts under the umbrella

A hug to you and to be a bad porteis (reasonably) happy

Thinking of a friend who knows what I mean.

Well, first things first ... I like massages. And I like to end up with a "happy ending", as they say fine, which is the same as saying, in plain, with a straw.

Massage

But that's the end, we start from the beginning. Before writing a post, as they do (or should do) journalists, I document how they locate information graphics, photos, drawings to insert, to aerate the text. And in general I go fishing to see what happens, but with some preconceived idea. And I was looking for this post about the massages, a photo of the most common situation, a man lying on a stretcher, if possible back and seen naked with a lady or young lady in white coat, massage.

And you know what? that maybe fifty pages of photos of google, searching for "massage", "erotic massage", "sensual massage", "tantric massage" and their equivalents in Castilian, have not found a single photo of a man on a stretcher receiving a massage. Ladies, thousands, but gentlemen, no pornographic picture or situation, no, not one.

So next time you go to a massage parlor, I will ask the masseuse that I take a picture, and hang to illustrate the blog, and my back will be famous on the Internet, to illustrate what is not illustrated. Seriously. It's a deal!

Well, a picture if I've finally found, but was a little hard to put input, so I will put the end of the post, which will come in parts, this is the first.

So yeah, I fond the massage due to sexual tension.

Could disguise it, I was excited that I hiciesen massages, and one day, who does not want the thing, I caught a horse erection under the towel and very attentive masseuse asked me if I was uncomfortable and if she could do something for me (that was really so, but it happened the first time, will also be adequately explained), and from there I got used. Might say, but did not.

I take it anyway the erection of the horse to present a paper chart that I kept to illustrate what a mamporrero. For those who do not know, mamporrero is the person who helps the horse to ride the mare, and whose hand appears in this photograph.

But back to the thread of sexual tension, it took me years to discover that when I was living a hermit and should exercise Simeon Stylites, unpaired and alone at the top of my column, after some days the straw customary nocturnal, although helped to overcome jet lag by providing a sleep (that I have not read any such disclosure magazine air, but I swear it's more effective than the carrot juice) was not sufficient for purposes of sexual relaxation. And although one insisted, with an effort worthy of a better cause, and instead of one, were two, not resolved the issue. Soon rose (desire), and began to undress with the secretaries and clerks view, and that was not right.

Tell me that can not be, that an orgasm is an orgasm is an orgasm (if you dare to see the search engines), and ultimately, the result is the same, I've caused you all alone with your hands looking at Miss November 2005 in the bathroom, or who is Miss November it will cause in person. Personally, I think we would not need to touch me Miss, looks at me and run by the leg pabajo.

But hey, is self-made, either by the couple, the result of a orgasm should be the same, to download, among other things, hormones, and therefore desire.

Well no, my dear little grasshopper and grasshoppers, it is not.

The self-induced orgasm, if not by their own dynamics - is very fast - or for other reasons, is very short range, its effects pass quickly.

Tomorrow we developed what is happening in the massage parlor ...

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