So for some reason, if a girl sucks me off, and swollows, the pleasure is so intense that I can't help but start to squirm and laugh.
It's freaky.
I've had girls just suck right through the orgasm and I can't handle it, that shit is way too sensitive after that. I mean swallowing is fine but when you're done I need you let me breathe for a just a second.
Back to sex=video game
I generally try to see how long I can hold out before I absolutely must tell her to stop
I do this the other way where she is laughing and saying "okay all finished Jesus" but I am like "maybe just a *little* more?".
wait you mean when you are going down on her?
man in that scenario I have totally no problem ignoring her "all finished" remark and just plowing right through, you'd be surprised how quickly they'll come again.
No, actually not at all, because I have done exactly that on numerous occassions
but as I said, she is pretty sensitive and sometimes she actually truthfully wants me to stop and is pretty clear with the pushing and the hitting and the hey-hey-hey it hurts me.
listen
she doesn't know what she wants
she's just afraid of awesome orgasms
you'd really be falling down on the job as a boyfriend if you don't tie her down and force her through it
you'd really be falling down on the job as a boyfriend if you don't tie her down and force her through it
.......
okay, now I'm uncomfortable.
Actually, she probably has a fairly common issue for women. When she gets close to an orgasm, she probably clenches her keigels a bit too tightly, which makes her feel like she's about to pee. This, in turn, makes her clench her muscles harder which ends up in an over-stimulation which her brain receives as pain.
This is why the G-spot is your friend, also moving slowly. I mean really slowly. Like don't even go down on her aiming for an orgasm. It can take awhile, but it's totally worth it and she'll be yours forever.
Oh I got a problem alright. It goes by the name sarucunt.
That's right, I went there.
Big words for a guy whose screen name is a hop skip and a jump away from "Cum Dumper Incorporated"
You and me used to have a rapport. What happened? Where did time go?
I remember it like it was yesterday, sipping lemonade in the park, feeding the ducks. We were happy, I was happy. But lately... Lately I've just been feeling empty, like nothing matters anymore... And I don't like that feeling. It scares me!
What happened to the days where we could spend hours in bed, staring into each others eyes, our lips curled into a smile and our hearts dancing to the song that our love sang? What happened to our picnics? Or candle light dinners at that lovely french bistro we discovered back when we first started our journey?
Now all we do is fight, and it's killing me. I don't like what I've become, Sarukun, I don't like what I see! Is this just me? Is this just me or do you feel this too? Do you feel the miles between us when we sit silently on the couch, coughing awkward laughter to whatever show is on? The warmth I felt, the passion and the intensity I once knew, is gone. I can't put it any simpler, everything that made us us, has completely vanished, and it's never coming back. And you don't even care, DO YOU?!?!?!
You just sit there, wearing that disgusting, old white undershirt. The same undershirt you've worn for the past 3 years. It's dirty, like our love. Where once the clear, crisp, snowy white of that cotten shirt represented our love, our pure love, overflowing at the seams with overwhelming delight and jubilance, it is now soiled, and stained. A tattered reminder of what we once had, always there, mocking me, driving me further into depression.
I can't do this anymore, I don't like the things I do and the things I say, the very same things I do and say for you. I'm living a lie, and you don't even care, and it shows. You spend more time in the garage lately then you do with me in the knitting room. Don't you remember the knitting room?! The countless nights, knitting scarves and gloves, just content to be together. I remember those nights, I can't forget those nights. It's because I can't forget those nights that makes this so unbearable, it's because I still remember how we were, how we started, that I can't just walk away and act as if nothing as changed.
Well guess what, EVERYTHING'S CHANGED! And you don't even seem to care anymore.
Well I'm not done, I'm not through. You may think you've gotten the best of this philly, but ya know what?! I'm gonna make it. And I'm gonna live my life ten times better then I ever could with you. My life's going to be full of love and joy and children and you won't be there!
Well, I guess this is it... Don't say anything, just promise me you won't say anything. After all you've put me through, you owe me, at the very least, that much.
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listen
she doesn't know what she wants
she's just afraid of awesome orgasms
you'd really be falling down on the job as a boyfriend if you don't tie her down and force her through it
okay, now I'm uncomfortable.
please don't rape your girlfriend.
Actually, she probably has a fairly common issue for women. When she gets close to an orgasm, she probably clenches her keigels a bit too tightly, which makes her feel like she's about to pee. This, in turn, makes her clench her muscles harder which ends up in an over-stimulation which her brain receives as pain.
This is why the G-spot is your friend, also moving slowly. I mean really slowly. Like don't even go down on her aiming for an orgasm. It can take awhile, but it's totally worth it and she'll be yours forever.
You and me used to have a rapport. What happened? Where did time go?
I remember it like it was yesterday, sipping lemonade in the park, feeding the ducks. We were happy, I was happy. But lately... Lately I've just been feeling empty, like nothing matters anymore... And I don't like that feeling. It scares me!
What happened to the days where we could spend hours in bed, staring into each others eyes, our lips curled into a smile and our hearts dancing to the song that our love sang? What happened to our picnics? Or candle light dinners at that lovely french bistro we discovered back when we first started our journey?
Now all we do is fight, and it's killing me. I don't like what I've become, Sarukun, I don't like what I see! Is this just me? Is this just me or do you feel this too? Do you feel the miles between us when we sit silently on the couch, coughing awkward laughter to whatever show is on? The warmth I felt, the passion and the intensity I once knew, is gone. I can't put it any simpler, everything that made us us, has completely vanished, and it's never coming back. And you don't even care, DO YOU?!?!?!
You just sit there, wearing that disgusting, old white undershirt. The same undershirt you've worn for the past 3 years. It's dirty, like our love. Where once the clear, crisp, snowy white of that cotten shirt represented our love, our pure love, overflowing at the seams with overwhelming delight and jubilance, it is now soiled, and stained. A tattered reminder of what we once had, always there, mocking me, driving me further into depression.
I can't do this anymore, I don't like the things I do and the things I say, the very same things I do and say for you. I'm living a lie, and you don't even care, and it shows. You spend more time in the garage lately then you do with me in the knitting room. Don't you remember the knitting room?! The countless nights, knitting scarves and gloves, just content to be together. I remember those nights, I can't forget those nights. It's because I can't forget those nights that makes this so unbearable, it's because I still remember how we were, how we started, that I can't just walk away and act as if nothing as changed.
Well guess what, EVERYTHING'S CHANGED! And you don't even seem to care anymore.
Well I'm not done, I'm not through. You may think you've gotten the best of this philly, but ya know what?! I'm gonna make it. And I'm gonna live my life ten times better then I ever could with you. My life's going to be full of love and joy and children and you won't be there!
Well, I guess this is it... Don't say anything, just promise me you won't say anything. After all you've put me through, you owe me, at the very least, that much.
Good bye.
Okay, cool
since the most recent phalla I have had trouble ascertaining when dudes are being completely on the up and up and when they are poking fun.
Nope, you told me on the internets and I will use it in court if I must!
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the defense calls one Mr. Zonky Tonkman to the stand.
I could try telling her to relax, but the girl is just pretty tense in general.
I HATE YOU!
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Yeah, man, I don't even know if I want to read all of that just for some forum banter.
Don't worry Wook...I got a katana and I'm coming to your rescue post haste!
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i mean, as silly as ball gags look
that's silly even for a ball gag.
t volu - if i'm not scaring myself or someone else, i'm not doig it right
filler is the fucking master of the novel-length fakepost
21 minutes.
I didn't even know it took that long, I was just typing and typing whatever came to mind.
or do you just type type type type and then hit post without looking at it again
Fix any obviously wrong puncuation and then send it along on it's merry little way.
I only do these things when I don't have anything to contribute to the conversation at hand, yet still feel like writing.
Ranting and raving incoherently, mostly.
fill you've produced some of the finest posts in all of SE this way
We got a good couple pages from your comment about post-blowjob sensitivity
I consider that a worthwhile contribution to the thread
sure sure
"dem was jokes... i was just foolin y'all...."
I guess so. God damn.
your prostate.
hi5 for that.
What.
One of them was about a crazy gunbattle in a TGI Fridays after the highschool sports team won the championship.
All written like the narration from A Bronx Tale.
I used to want to be a writer, but I grew out of that when I realized I'm a very lazy man.
after a track meet here there was a gunbattle in cracker barrel
by the teams
No thanks.
have you even tried?
if not, you should.
ATLNot-a-PAX is going to be a let down, I can tell...
No butt stuff, thanks.
I'll still blow Neville though.