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Your hand is on my sex, playing with the trim that crowns it, you know there is the most sensitive, your finger in a circular motion in the pellet of meat in that area. Notes my desire, my need to turn over notes to empty, you want to take this time. Playful, runs through my nipples, my neck, my lips as your eyes sink into mine, and we hear moaning about my frustrated desire, my hips swaying, while your other hand caressing my buttocks, nervously, until it focuses on dark meat, and turns around. I can not further, to sigh, goes, if you do it, I have to do it. Looking for some cream, I put it in both hands, hand back where it was playful and the other ring my cock gently. I can feel the tension, like electricity in my belly, I hope that finger is walking behind me, while I fear. It is set there, almost motionless, on a gentle pressure, which causes my stomach to contract, waiting.

The other hand slowly, so slowly, covered with cream rises on my cock, surrounding it, I feel your hand sliding over my skin, my desire is overflowing, I can not endure much longer. My legs open a close, my pelvis ranges, while the feet engarfian will quickly notice the increased pressure and irresistible. You are here orgasm, one last ball in my stomach that opens into stars of light, I walk, uncontrolled oscillations of my body, my body shrinks, trying to catch your finger, which notices, feeling the first spasms , who stays there, feeling my body contractions, spasms of orgasm.

My back is tense, almost out of bed, into your hands toward your body. And then, shortly afterwards, while watching a student applied attention of the luminous galaxy appears my pleasure first stars ejected forcefully that are scattered throughout my chest, a trail of love down your hand at the end.

My body falls to bed, your tongue down my chest, picking, cleaning.

You look at me, you approach me, kiss me

I return the kiss, feeling my taste on your tongue

We hugged

We want

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Sure you can ... as you will not be able to? your finger is still roaming around my desire ... you want to suffer, you want, I want you pray, go play with your dick, walk the path of the scar that many men have, as if we had sewn up the middle, from cock up her ass. I still butterfly floating above it, you come, my legs open wider, my pelvis toward your finger will turn away with a smile ... finally, you come, chases him, circling around, gather, darkened, as if a female nipple in question. Thou shalt not know that then we know just are complicated areas of social ...

I think it is possible that the friction on the outside of my ass is the greatest goal you've ever dared boldly, and it is possible you will want to delve into me, get to the strange place where my desire is brewing, and do not dare because think as a man may believe that the ass is taboo.

But I've got it right away. It is not a taboo, like me, and your finger covers the periphery, while my cock swells, it tends, following your movements. For me it is enough, there are interior touches that I love, but you must also have passed the early stages like this one today, finding the skin of another.

Your hand down my body, and goes in search of a little massage cream, I put it in the spar, and slowly, very slowly with your fingers rings me in a prison of flesh soft and ups and downs of the penis ... smell the cream, heat from your hand, the smell of your body. I try to touch you. No, then, not now do anything, now I am alone with you, I see you, I touch, I feel your desire, I dedicate to you ... then change.

And while a hand slowly up and down my sex, and dedicated to it, the other moves through the pubis, the finger chases my ass back to my scar ... I feel the orgasm that way, first as a gentle pressure on the lower abdomen, delicate, coming and going ... as your hand continues its movements, this pressure is maintained, no longer comes and goes, and is there, exerting force, such as a ball that swell up like a balloon, inside me, struggling to get out, sending beats in all directions.

My manliness, the joy of being a man, feeling my blood crowd into my sex, my sex feel swollen with desire, feel the power of my pleasure brewing inside me, running together, creating the need to take it outside, to feel strong, as macho as a man helpless before the woman who you are and that is giving me this pleasure ..

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After a few months, such was the confidence he had, which I do not care that Rachel saw how I masturbated. It is the only person in this world who has seen me do and many times. Face up, her breasts touching, having received so much pleasure, I masturbated with my hand. And I found pleasure in doing so in different ways for her to see. I asked him not to look. At first, she closed her eyes but at times he would open and I smiled.

From the outset I said I did not care that I looked, but it took two or three sessions to do so outright. Since then no longer closed. With her smile, their faces, sometimes with a slight laugh, encouraged me. One day, at the end of a massage, he confessed that he liked to watch and I realized that for me was part of the pleasure, and became more intense. The massage had begun very seriously, it had become the greatest pleasure I have ever seen.

I still remember and I curse the hour that I could not control myself and in a very unconscious, maybe not, many sleepless nights I imagined that she touched his genitals and masturbated me, when I was rubbing his belly, took her hand and closed over the penis with my hand on him. Rachel pulled out immediately and became very angry. The massage ended as usual, but Rachel was not looking or smiling at me.

Before I left I apologized. But she said before returning the call, because I was not sure she wanted to continue with the massages. And when I called I said no, not again. That was in January 2009. A few days ago, when he planned to write this story, which is entirely real, I have called back but does not answer the phone. Yesterday I called my friend who introduced me and told me he is no longer in Barcelona, ​​which has gone with her son to a town in Andalusia, where his mother, who is very old and dying. Rachel was a single mother. Probably will remain to live on their land.

This story made me think about another, this much older-I am a mature man, when a friend of mine married, older than me, asked me several times he touched the breasts and caressed her nipples because her husband it did and when I called, lasted a moment. He went straight to the point, he said. Now I know why I asked what I learned from her to do and I've always worked with women. I did not know before I met Rachel, was that I could enjoy as much or more than them. Then I know, but unfortunately, I have also discovered that very few women, but very few!, You know, touching the nipples of a man and take him to the stars.

Lately, I have tocármelos myself because at this point, I go from failure to failure. Furthermore, it is the same. For that, a woman is even more necessary than for masturbation.

September 2009.

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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I have searched for graphic support, but I do not think you need to see a picture of a man by becoming a straw, and if a woman, while being much nicer, does not contribute much to this post. Even so, the posting because I feel pretty

And do not talk about male masturbation techniques, which you follow me you read the post about the egg masturbate, and those who do not want to believe they have discovered how.

No, I will discuss something that is more complicated, and if we can get a straw bed with your partner present (which is very different to be our partner who we make it).

I must say, first, that although I considered myself very sexually liberated, the first time, after a reasonably good powder in the same bed and even catch my breath, I began to masturbate, my partner was crying in the locked bathroom. And I, at that time did not understand. I do not understand now how could she be so insensitive.

The fact is that making love is one thing and another jerk, and not one is a substitute for other, not mutually exclusive but complementary. When I love, I'm more distracted, her movements and mine will not always beat at one point, when I'm ready, she can change the pace or the position, and must restart. I am more aware of your pleasure of mine. However, when I masturbate I am myself. Nothing more, no worries or anything foreign to my own body. It is, I must admit, difficult to accept that we have not completely satisfied, but for cultural reasons. It is assumed that intercourse is the summum of sex, and probably is, according to whom, according to that condition. But sex is much more complex than say: I have couple, fuck, we are satisfied, we do not need anything else.

Sex is communication with others and with oneself. Download aggressive sex, sex can be, well, love.

I beg you, my little grasshopper, you not believe a rebound crush to see your partner in bed (once You may perhaps have suspected that goes to the bathroom do not want to find out). Do not you take it as an offense, on the contrary, take it from mannitol, accompany them, which is also an act of love. Excite you, I like it too.

And the same for you my dear saltamontecitos, if after run, when you dorms, entresueños you notice a vibration on her side, do not try Montarés over, well you approach it, abrazaditos, that if, without being distracted, but showing your love for her and what she does. Not least given you my word of honor.

You take your hand and you (yes, free) to your partner, to see that you accept.

Related Topic: Simulation as an act of love

So the other day I was in Kleido, a shop in Barcelona that specializes in items pornoeroticosfestivos and we were two people, another client, a woman, well-run quarantine, the subsidiary and me.

I had selected my new cosmic egg (as I said in a previous post, it's addictive), while the other customers were beginning to envelop you purchase. And while the clerk explained that it was not for her, it was for a friend (yes, I was thinking that non petita excusatio ...), which had separated, and that although he had been with other men, NA ná.

And as he wrapped a terrible pileup, the mother of all vibrators, masturbation's Humvee, the ultimate weapon, I swear, do not you gonna believe, was something like this:

Oh, no, sorry, I confused

full of inbound, outbound, engines, rotors, connecting rods and cranks, the client was still shelling the misfortunes of her friend. No, her husband well, well, normal, but what is with others, the iceberg of Titanic. And she wanted to reverse this situation, making her friend a present circumstances. Well, that's what he said ... I swear that if I am a woman and give me such a weapon, it gives me a chill that leaves me unable to cum again.

In the end, while I was queuing with my egg (the cosmic) on the hand I could not help saying that if this infernal machine could not reach, to abandon his friend, as in Dante's hell, every hope. We laugh all three.

And while I wrapped my purchase, the lady on the counter where they were different models of egg, and asks what is that. The clerk tells him to wait a moment, that explains it, but I answered a male masturbator. And how does it work? asks, smiling. Is that women are a bad !. And I explain it without going into great detail, eventually we were three in the store and the clerk was busy ... I add it's a good gift and a memorable experience for your partner, and finally says, then no, not my partner and I need it.

I thought that this end of the story, but I see the lady who is near the door looking vaguely news, until we leave at the same time

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indeed, for who wants to expand knowledge, and has over 18 years, there is a photo essay of the egg in a page with a password. If you leave me a comment in this post, and I promise to have more than 18 years, I give you pass by email. And no, your comment will not appear here. And, alternatively, you send me an email to sysop32@yahoo.es

As I was walking the other day looking for-in another context, of course, what book or gospel was the phrase "He who has ears to hear (...)" and found it, but along the way came across the address www.tenga-eu . net, showing that God's ways are inscrutable, as well says Santa Teresa.

And what's in that direction? advertised as an appliance manual masturbator for men. Permit me, Entry to change the word "wank", "masturbator" that I find unpleasant words, by stroking, caressing. The and you follow this blog you use the word which I like better, but when you speak of stroking, caressing I mean jerk.

But I knew different models of vibrators for women (one day I will make a monograph on the subject), electric vibrators, which are plugged (scary!), The leading disposable batteries, the rechargeable batteries, submersibles, internal from the minute you take in up to size washing machine. No, no joke, I know who uses the centrifuge program to unite the devotion to duty. Talk about it, there are no static and mobile, land, sea and air I guess. A friend of mine got to the vibrations of the vaporetto in Venice. Not to mention what a two-cylinder 750 cm3 Norton, like the one I use in a woman with her legs spread, which is how the bike is now another day ... I mean, is an amusing anecdote.

And the motorized vibrators dildos are also static

Who has your fiery front
a pincushion, do mischief!
For I delight wood stiff
and elusive painting.
Little is so much wood for fire.
If you give away a stick so sweetly
and with him so now your sex strike
What shall I do with meat hanging me?. (Anonymous s. XVIII)

but knew nothing for men, apart from the blow-up doll, which always seemed a sex attack (and taste). For that, I prefer my hand.

So, filled (curiosity) I learned where I sold, I was running (pun employee) and I buy the artilurgio photo:

The seller informed me that pert could choose between several models, the "missionary", which should include a Bible, the "woman on top" to be the deepest, "puppy" that certainly has collar, the "deep throat ".... I explained that although the outside is the same, was the interior finish that varied. I wondered if the model "Deep Throat" included a simulation language and epiglottis, and the "puppy" two categorically that made the tip just entered. Only one model includes engine and clean (ECSS), all others move by hand, are disposable, and once its function is thrown away.

I, who am clásicones tastes, I opted for the model missionary.

And no, it includes Bible.

And I took it home, eager to test. I took the envelope and that is what I could see:

by the way, maybe someone that reads I recognize the furniture, the shadow of the teapot, strainer or tea, having ever been at home. Discretion in this case!

And open the egg, what appears is what you can see, an egg envelope, ketchup or mustard as but is lubricant. I do not remember to include instructions or first aid kit, but at this stage of the game and I had caught the nerve, and felt the need to touch it.

Him out of the egg, and like a donut closed by a transparent film. With a consistency like jelly, very "meaty", very morbid white. Once positioned in place was fun, because it was like glans cap. A cap huge elephantine. And white. Not encouraging, until you pulled him down into the body. Then the cap accompanied the hand, and the movie, the closed would show through. That is, the cock was becoming more and more naked. It has much morbid curiosity, I must say.

And the touch? well, a gelatin with fleshy, and well filled with lubricant?? placed in such a pressure part and which regulates the user?. If you want to press as a virgin, pressed like a virgin, if you do not end immediately, relax a little pressure ... it's like magic. Well, I lasted a couple of minutes, despite riding with one hand occupied holding the video camera . The cost per minute goes a little high but worth it.

Even better to play two, I think even more fun to watch the pileup when in use, with games of concealment and transparency has its one is looking at the face that puts the one being honored.

So, my little grasshopper lonely, my dear grasshoppers who want to make a gift to your partner and do not know which mood!

The truth is that, at least for me, a new experience.

and addictive

indeed, I have pictures of the entire process, but not featured here, I seem a little risqué, even for this blog, if anyone is interested or a / a in this "first hand experience" and that the best employee ever first hand, to send me an email (sysop32@yahoo.es)

In line with what we said the other day about "sensitivity" to say that I like massages. Give and receive. And, unlike the strokes (I like to talk to pet it to masturbate, but you understand), I prefer to be massaged to give it.

Although we did not walk with outrageous circumlocutions, the massage there is physical proximity and massaged masseuse whose border is very difficult to establish. The massage that I like is the one "happy ending" as they say quietly, and in fact is one that ends with a straw. Yes, imagine that some people are horrified (though probably not reading this, but Your Work On Line) extrapolating the situation and thinking, I do not play there a / a stranger / a or sick of wine. Well I do. It takes a while dry skin, and fever. with which one can go to work with another mood, without looking at the neckline of the secretaries.

And going to the sensitivity of the talking the other day, there are good and bad massage. Some of them start like this:

and end up shaking the lingam (or dick) as if they had learned by correspondence practicing with a turnip or an eggplant, a banana because it was too sexy for them.

And there are others that read your body, and as soon as you put the first coat on the back (the ritual is the ritual, and it starts with a back massage, I'll explain a whole day), you know you have the touch who know what they do, and do so with care and concern.

And the massage is like everything, there is good and bad, such as melons, you do not know how they will be until the tests.

And it may be too late.