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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 noticed us, and finally, after some agonizing blows with his pelvis, her ass, her whole body, sometimes provoke our pleasure, feeling his, 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 must stay, 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, 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 we have not changed their position), and just our bodies are fused into one, are sinking, are disappearing in the body of another. And I guess women feel the same, as if his 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. Penetration is, as we saw, a moment of spiritual communion, but at the same time, physical consciousness. I realize that my cock hard, is entering her body, which receives it. It will be so good, nice appetizing as you want, but no consciousness on my part and probably part of it, that our bodies are joining, but somehow, mine is mine, and yours is yours.

If we really are 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, your muscles feel, I 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 many, little, but we know it's there. And the nice thing is that after orgasm disappears within a few minutes and do not feel our penis, and our body is her body.

Now is the time to leave when she and 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? as 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.

It would have to make the difference between fucking, making love and making love

We could say that making love is a cheesy way of saying fuck, but it is different, with gray areas (or rather roses) that overlap among the three.

Fuck is this, fucking, having sex itself. You can find a partner / a bed to fuck. It is, say, a rather masculine pursuit of pleasure purely reproductive health. The pleasure of gay saunas in dark rooms. We would say that the penetration is simply a necessary step to overcome a physical obstacle

Making love is also screwed, there is a search of the purely sexual pleasure, but with the other recognized as a person, not just as a sex. There is a special look into the other, at least at the time that you let into your body, or enter your own. And that does not stop what prime is the pursuit of pleasure.

And making love is something else. That does not matter the technique, it hardly matters sexual pleasure, because there is something more important, which is merging with the other, the full communion. The penetration goes far beyond a physical act, is a spiritual act, almost a sacramental. And the orgasm, if it comes, welcome. Someday special lovemaking becomes making love, if the couple is willing to play a little. Not always. As and, never happens.

And - I finally am a man - that women just love them to love, and men, sometimes we need to get laid.

And that seems to have trouble understanding you, my dear little grasshoppers.

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