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Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Одговор на едно прашање...
Во еден коментар ме прашуваат: Дали жената доживува анално задоволство?
Да, жените чувствуваат анално задоволство. Иначе не би се ебале во газ доколку тоа не би било така. Но, знаете ли што? Поголемо анално задоволство доживуваат мажите отколку жените. Бидејќи во аналниот отвор на мажите се наоѓа нивната, така наречена, Г-точка. Односно преку аналниот отвор може да се допре простатата, која е најосетливиот дел од машкото тело.
Друг начин за стимулирање на простатата (за оние мажи кои се гадат од помислата некој да им брцка во газот - знам Ве има многу лол) е да се масира делот веднаш под тестисите. Држете го подигнат курот и со малку притисок масирајте го делот веднаш под тестисите.
За оние кои ги интересира Тантра и имаат време да си играат:
Lingam Massage
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Затка за газ :)))
Friday, May 22, 2009
Флертувам-е
Сакам да флертувам. Обожавам кога добивам нечие внимание. Безкрајни игри со зборови, недоречени нешта, возбудата која ја предизвикува очекувањето и неизвесноста. Премногу е ниско и е единствено со причина за хранење на егото, грев е, лажење е, но ме исполнува. Ме прави да се чувствувам битна, секси.... Апсолутно ме одбиваат луѓе кои не знаат да ми парираат во флертот. Доколку некој не може да се снајде, не може да ме разбере, да ме игра, ја губам целосно заинтересираноста за него/нејзе.
И пречесто делот со освојувањето ми е доволно забавен и исполнувачки, да воопшто после тоа немам потреба од нешто повеќе. Кога ќе станам сигурна дека веќе ’го/ја имам’ веднаш ми спласнува желбата. Предпочитам после тоа да заминам, до наредниот пат кога ќе добијам желба да флертувам.
Но, од другата страна е она кое ми се случува со луѓе кои се незаинтересирани, а ми се допаѓаат, тогаш знам да станам и напорна и досадна. Секој пат кога ќе дојдам во контакт со таа личност, ја навраќам темата ’јас и ти’, па и по цена да бидам јасно и гласно одбиена. А тоа не делува онака како што сака оној кој сакал да ме одбие, бидејќи со тоа одново добивам желба да тргнам во поход на негово освојување, што значи повторно да досаѓам. Штета што тие луѓе не знаат дека ќе ме оттргнат од себе во оној момент кога ќе изјават дека би сакале да имаат нешто со мене, дека би сакале да ме ебаат, дека им се допаѓам :)
п.с. Некако не ми сте расположени за коментирање во последно време :)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Дволично
Мислам.. ватевр, ако на некој му се еба, супер, не е забрането со закон, ама она глумење лудило на искреност и верност и тотално непочитување на партнерот, како човек воопшто, ме вади од такт.
Ако сте толку јаки ебачи и ебачици, дај кажете им на партнерите во лице дека сакате да се дупите наоколу. Милион пати е попоштено тоа.
И изјави од типот: ’Па како ќе ми го пуши жената, со таа уста децата мои ги бакнува’ ??????? Аман, аман веќе.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
A forbidden fruit
So there it goes nothing!
I pick up the phone and dial his number:
Oohhh hello there - I hear the voice from the other end of the line and I think that is good that he knows who is on the phone without asking.
I was wondering if we could meet later this week? - I ask
Sure! Is Friday ok? Say 9 o'clock?
Nice. Where should we meet?
I'll pick you up at that building that is next to yours.
The deal is done. I know and he knows its a date that will end in sex.
So I got ready that evening, bathe, shaved, oiled, all dressed up, lace down, lace up. Mhmm it's going to be good, or at least, I hope it will be. I am standing in the dark corner of the street, as I start to see the head lights approaching. I got shivers, he is so sexy, so desirable, I adore that smile on his well shaped face of his.
He gave me a little kiss on the cheek as I have sat down in his car.
Where to? - I asked
My place - He answered
We drove over and entered his apartment, it is nice and cosy just as I remembered it from the time when I was going there with my folks on so many occasions when I was little.
So where are they? - I asked
There over at her parents. She often likes to go over there these days.
He has already planned everything -I am thinking to my self. He should have, it was expected and anticipated for so long now. Our every encounter in the past few months has been so filled with electricity, it felt like we were about to jump each other every time we have been seeing each other. I know it is wrong, I know that maybe I will regret, considering that he is at this certain age, that is so past mine, and he also is someone with whom I've being playing ball as a child. And I know that there is his wife and his children, that are almost my age, but I am feeling what I'm feeling and I can't deny that. And if it is in my favor, I am almost 100% sure that I am not going to be the first one to lay in his arms after he got married.
The drinks are on the table, the atmosphere has been set and I stare in his eyes as he leans towards me. His lips are so soft, he doesn't know me like that yet, so he is being gentle. I don't hesitate any more, so I throw my self onto him and start kissing him back passionately. I take his hand and place it on my tit, so he could understand that he can have me as he's pleased. He doesn't hesitate ether now, he's grabbing and squeezing my boobs as they are not part of a human body. My shirt is up, my skirt is down as I sit next to him with my legs spread apart. I feel his fingers on my pussy, he'll penetrate I know, and I am waiting.. not for long, I have two fingers deep inside me and they are stretching my vagina like crazy.
Easy boy!! - I say - You should be doing that with your cock, not your fingers.
Am I? Why don't you see him get all ready for that. Get down and put it in your mouth a little.
I don't wait to be told twice, considering that I love blow jobs more than anything. There is nothing more fulfilling than a hard cock struggling to penetrate as deep as it can in my faces wet slimy cavity. Pushing it hard, in and out, fucking me in my mouth, I never want him to stop. At this point I am willing just to suck it off and let him fill me in there with hot spunk! So I do it, I lick it and I suck it, and as he is trying to pull back, I stop him by grabbing his ass and pushing him back in my mouth, so he'll understand that he can go all the way, there, not anywhere else.
And he does!!! My mouth is full, it leaks down my chin, on my tits and stomach, he like's it I can tell, he is trembling like a leaf on a breeze, and I hear his moaning, as much as he is use to moan.
Was that good? - I asked
Ooh it sure was!! But how about you?
What about me?
I didn't fuck you
Oh yes you have! Haven't you noticed? - I laugh
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Analyzing
I was thinking often these days, about those experiences which have passed and left tremendous mark on my sexuality as well on my personality.
Like one of my favorites, laying down ever softly on the bed and starting quietly with a lot of love, to easily become nasty and unexpected as it goes on. Do you understand me? Do you know what am I telling you? Giving up everything that you have, everything that you are, just to please him, just to please you. No boundaries of any kind!
Scary isn't it? To just open up like that, not thinking of the consequences... what might that openness turn into. What if it turns out to make the other person hate you? What if he/she becomes disgusted of you? That would not be a problem if our understanding of others and ourselves was not such a big deal. But giving it the way that it is, always questioning everything and being afraid of everyone, even ourselves, it starts to be an awful big problem. So in this part comes the lies, the cheating, telling the ones we don't know who we really are, and carefully hiding it from the ones we love.
But that is not me! I was, thankfully, made the way that I am, always honest and open to the one I love. I am also appreciative of them as well and i respect the truth that I receive, as much as the truth that I give. So in this perspective, it doesn't bother me to give up every dirty little secret about me. I will maybe regret sometime later, after the passion is down and long gone, but by than, it will be too late and even won't matter, as he will be long gone to.
So I am as I am... and I am thinking: What is there to be judged? Are the others more moral than me? Maybe they have greater values than I have? I don't really think so. We are as much as right and as much as wrong as the one next to us. If only everyone of us could try to accept the ones they love and try to accept themselves this world would have been a much better place. Is that so hard?