From experience, I'll say, the most amazing sexual encounters took place between me and a woman. The rest has been out of vanity, and having served my ego plenty, I know that there is nothing quite like being immersed with the one you most desire and satiating the sexual appetite until there is nothing left other than two exhausted, replenished, frugal bodies laying on bed. Not next to one another, as if they weren't partners in crimes but two alienated entities, her legs and arms, breath and heartbeat still lingering and clinging on top of me.The two of us drunk on our own juices, Siamese intertwined beings, the rough perfume of sweat still dripping like a river of steam through the unified temple of our flesh and bones, burning coals drops of sweat simmering down the spines and throats of a single satisfied beast. Like the good lover knows it is not just what happens during sex but what comes before that creates that perfect alchemy of chemistry, the great lover understands that it too is what follows the act, what comes after the two of you have come. Need I say more?
Building tension between you and your woman, leading her like the skilled mature lover you are through the intricate paths of lust will demand a great deal of energy and patience: easing her anxiety, quieting all of her doubts, unleashing the sensual goddess in her, teasing, caressing, pressing, rupturing, possessing her all senses in and out… is an unmatched sensation. Take your time to discover her, to love every orifice, cherish each other's gifts, let her retreat and surrender, bring her back from the brink of ecstacy in order to evelate her higher still and then from the highest mountain top fall... Nothing quite compares to it.
A man attesting to the contrary would be too involved with his own ego and, therefore, not much of a great lover. He may still make his woman come, but it would all have to do with his narcissistic nature. Women enjoy sex more than men because, well, having so many males at their fingertips to dip in, they get the luxury of quality over quantity. And even then, they may choose a poor lover that initially seemed like a good fuck prospect. Looks are deceiving, and even with their enormous intuition (the equivalent of a sixth sense multiplied by a thousand) no woman can escape the sad spectacle of a bad laid. The signals of a mature male lover are, among others, courage (to move forward), strength (to back it up), rapport, eloquence (with a quiet disposition), the nonchalant attitude, a dominant stance, impeccable presence, assertiveness (not blown to the deplorable state of arrogance), generosity and, if lucky, intelligence too is thrown in the mix. And these, just to mention a few. A man needs to be in complete harmony with himself to know exactly what he wants and have the courage (mental strength) to set about finding it. Except he can't make his woman the center of his universe. That is too much a burden for any woman, because, if anything, above all, a woman needs to feel safe and protected by her man. Therefore, she'll crave like a drug his uncompromised independence and guidence.
The thing is, even when all of these traits are present, several things can go awkwardly array.
Men, on the other hand, demand little in return. Shape, youth and beauty, the latter being more imperative. A man would have sex on the spot once the object of his desire looms in the horizon, and not that women lack this ability all together but the fact still remains that she'd rather study her prey closely. Men, bathed by the male hormone testosterone, which is to blame to desire and lusty feelings, are somewhat powerless whenever in presence of one of these idyllic creatures. They seek domination, power, and to them is all about acquisition and getting things done; women, in turn, seek connection and understanding (who can't understand them anyway?).
Reckless as I've been, I won't deny my past failures in the love-making arena. It is a gladiatorial feat; love is the sole property of a courageous breed. No one is born a natural great lover. It takes time, grooming, and the evolution, well... it never stops. I was never a bad lover, but mediocrity is precisely that: not being good enough. It killed me to hear a sincere heart confess, "It was good." No, I didn't want "good", I wanted "mind-blowing, the best laid I ever had" kind of good and anything less would be, quite frankly, beneath me.
And so it seemed that, even when I had something like technique going, there was something else lacking. It is not easy to untangle yourself from your selfish nature, and pleasing a woman takes the courage to seeing her uniqueness, detecting in the signals she exhibits her truest desires. Her needs as a woman are to be scrutinized, and exploring the realms of her sensuality, ramifications of her soul, takes a skilled eye, a watchful and patient process. When you develop the eye to see the horizon unraveling in front of you, there's no need for new terrain to be explored. You will have all the time in the world, or make it, to explore, conquer and deliver the goods. And so, in having pleased a woman, you will see that now you're ready to launch unto the next big bang. The only difference between rape and ravishing her is, well, that the latter is consensual. She's given you herself, willingly wide and open, for you to unleash your creativity and instill some fun.
Moving on now, the difference between pleasuring a woman and having your way with two, or three, why not?, of them, is that is twice the work. You see, the misconception about threesome is that men generally believe that is about pleasing themselves. No, no, no…
When it comes to threesomes, first and foremost, the needs of those involved are your sole property and responsibility. You, as the dominant figure, as the one in charge, have no choice but to see that the rules are established well before the act takes place. Am I making sense? See, there are men who put their needs before others, and luckily these perverted, twisted souls will never ever experience such degree of pleasure. Just like building tension between you and your woman is necessary when attraction is to be ignited, in threesomes the most essential element is comfort building. The more, in questions of the sensual heart, is not necessarily the merrier. The more in this plateau equates high levels of anxiety, it already has plenty of tension involved, and so comfort is of utmost urgency. Of course, even before you get here, you have to realize that not all women have the proclivity to such sense of adventure. No matter how good a communicator you are, chances are that threesomes do not occur spontaneously. And though I don't rule out that possibility, chances, too, are that it is an act, moreover a performance, that has to be thought out and executed with impunity. It is, therefore, not so much fun as it is hard work, really. That is why, a threesome may require sometimes more than one session. And it may sometimes not happen. And that is okay.
How open and willing a woman is solely depends on your communication. That is where your "communicator" kicks in. Best if you're not "romantically" attached to any of the parties involved. It often happens that long-time couples, in the hopes of spicing up their lethargic relationship, inexpertly venture into the threesome scene to atrocious consequences. Far from enjoying this prodigious event, the experience may actually be grounds for dismissal and the relationship comes to an abrupt end. Consider yourself warned.
Proceeding with caution, I'll juxtapose that a strong relationship can only be enhanced by this very experience. In this case, of course, the dynamic shifts: the third party, preferably a female (I've only engaged twice in a two-males one female scenario, and in one of these cases, it wasn't so pleasant for the other guy, since not only it was a friend of mine but the girl was, bragging as I may sound, more into me than him; it wasn't good because the girl only acceded just because of having her way with me and it almost cost me a friendship which I value far more than any sexual encounter. The other time was pure success, and only because the other guy was a highly skilled lover and the girl involved, I can say with impunitty, probably had such good time that I doubt a day has passed by in her life that she doesn't reminisce on the things that took place that glorious afternoon), that is, two-extremely feminine females one-alpha male… well, in this case, the third woman, the invited party, has to be more like an spectator and play the passive witness. She's there more like a backup, a supportive hand. She pushes, she may make out with you, but there's rarely any penetration between you and her. It may be a girl you've only met once, not her best friend (again, your woman will probably want to keep her best girlfriend away, if she values the relationship). Aside from that, I'll say that the times I've engaged in threesomes had me as the one who orchestrated the whole ordeal between me and two women, one of which was undoubtedly closer to me than the other. And since I know you want the very crude details, I won't say much about that. I won't implicate anyone, won't raise a single brow of suspicion, I'll just keep what happened there as I've always have had with any precious encounter of this or any other kind: strictly sealed under layers and layers of discretion, privacy and confidentiality. My reputation for kissing-and-not-telling has been well stablished.
I'll say this much, though: treat them with respect before and after the encounter. Don't rush it. Have candle light, some sexy videos playing mute, great mood music; the atmosphere has to exhale relaxed tones, and you must pay superb attention to detail, don't derail from one party too much, dance with one another, and have more than enough to drink and smoke. Champagne still sitting on a rock of ice, stains of spilled wine, cigars, light aromatic incense. Care for some? No sex required.
Until the next adventure, I'll now throw the curtain down. After all, this is a private sanctuary.
Building tension between you and your woman, leading her like the skilled mature lover you are through the intricate paths of lust will demand a great deal of energy and patience: easing her anxiety, quieting all of her doubts, unleashing the sensual goddess in her, teasing, caressing, pressing, rupturing, possessing her all senses in and out… is an unmatched sensation. Take your time to discover her, to love every orifice, cherish each other's gifts, let her retreat and surrender, bring her back from the brink of ecstacy in order to evelate her higher still and then from the highest mountain top fall... Nothing quite compares to it.
A man attesting to the contrary would be too involved with his own ego and, therefore, not much of a great lover. He may still make his woman come, but it would all have to do with his narcissistic nature. Women enjoy sex more than men because, well, having so many males at their fingertips to dip in, they get the luxury of quality over quantity. And even then, they may choose a poor lover that initially seemed like a good fuck prospect. Looks are deceiving, and even with their enormous intuition (the equivalent of a sixth sense multiplied by a thousand) no woman can escape the sad spectacle of a bad laid. The signals of a mature male lover are, among others, courage (to move forward), strength (to back it up), rapport, eloquence (with a quiet disposition), the nonchalant attitude, a dominant stance, impeccable presence, assertiveness (not blown to the deplorable state of arrogance), generosity and, if lucky, intelligence too is thrown in the mix. And these, just to mention a few. A man needs to be in complete harmony with himself to know exactly what he wants and have the courage (mental strength) to set about finding it. Except he can't make his woman the center of his universe. That is too much a burden for any woman, because, if anything, above all, a woman needs to feel safe and protected by her man. Therefore, she'll crave like a drug his uncompromised independence and guidence.
The thing is, even when all of these traits are present, several things can go awkwardly array.
Men, on the other hand, demand little in return. Shape, youth and beauty, the latter being more imperative. A man would have sex on the spot once the object of his desire looms in the horizon, and not that women lack this ability all together but the fact still remains that she'd rather study her prey closely. Men, bathed by the male hormone testosterone, which is to blame to desire and lusty feelings, are somewhat powerless whenever in presence of one of these idyllic creatures. They seek domination, power, and to them is all about acquisition and getting things done; women, in turn, seek connection and understanding (who can't understand them anyway?).
Reckless as I've been, I won't deny my past failures in the love-making arena. It is a gladiatorial feat; love is the sole property of a courageous breed. No one is born a natural great lover. It takes time, grooming, and the evolution, well... it never stops. I was never a bad lover, but mediocrity is precisely that: not being good enough. It killed me to hear a sincere heart confess, "It was good." No, I didn't want "good", I wanted "mind-blowing, the best laid I ever had" kind of good and anything less would be, quite frankly, beneath me.
And so it seemed that, even when I had something like technique going, there was something else lacking. It is not easy to untangle yourself from your selfish nature, and pleasing a woman takes the courage to seeing her uniqueness, detecting in the signals she exhibits her truest desires. Her needs as a woman are to be scrutinized, and exploring the realms of her sensuality, ramifications of her soul, takes a skilled eye, a watchful and patient process. When you develop the eye to see the horizon unraveling in front of you, there's no need for new terrain to be explored. You will have all the time in the world, or make it, to explore, conquer and deliver the goods. And so, in having pleased a woman, you will see that now you're ready to launch unto the next big bang. The only difference between rape and ravishing her is, well, that the latter is consensual. She's given you herself, willingly wide and open, for you to unleash your creativity and instill some fun.
Moving on now, the difference between pleasuring a woman and having your way with two, or three, why not?, of them, is that is twice the work. You see, the misconception about threesome is that men generally believe that is about pleasing themselves. No, no, no…
When it comes to threesomes, first and foremost, the needs of those involved are your sole property and responsibility. You, as the dominant figure, as the one in charge, have no choice but to see that the rules are established well before the act takes place. Am I making sense? See, there are men who put their needs before others, and luckily these perverted, twisted souls will never ever experience such degree of pleasure. Just like building tension between you and your woman is necessary when attraction is to be ignited, in threesomes the most essential element is comfort building. The more, in questions of the sensual heart, is not necessarily the merrier. The more in this plateau equates high levels of anxiety, it already has plenty of tension involved, and so comfort is of utmost urgency. Of course, even before you get here, you have to realize that not all women have the proclivity to such sense of adventure. No matter how good a communicator you are, chances are that threesomes do not occur spontaneously. And though I don't rule out that possibility, chances, too, are that it is an act, moreover a performance, that has to be thought out and executed with impunity. It is, therefore, not so much fun as it is hard work, really. That is why, a threesome may require sometimes more than one session. And it may sometimes not happen. And that is okay.
How open and willing a woman is solely depends on your communication. That is where your "communicator" kicks in. Best if you're not "romantically" attached to any of the parties involved. It often happens that long-time couples, in the hopes of spicing up their lethargic relationship, inexpertly venture into the threesome scene to atrocious consequences. Far from enjoying this prodigious event, the experience may actually be grounds for dismissal and the relationship comes to an abrupt end. Consider yourself warned.
Proceeding with caution, I'll juxtapose that a strong relationship can only be enhanced by this very experience. In this case, of course, the dynamic shifts: the third party, preferably a female (I've only engaged twice in a two-males one female scenario, and in one of these cases, it wasn't so pleasant for the other guy, since not only it was a friend of mine but the girl was, bragging as I may sound, more into me than him; it wasn't good because the girl only acceded just because of having her way with me and it almost cost me a friendship which I value far more than any sexual encounter. The other time was pure success, and only because the other guy was a highly skilled lover and the girl involved, I can say with impunitty, probably had such good time that I doubt a day has passed by in her life that she doesn't reminisce on the things that took place that glorious afternoon), that is, two-extremely feminine females one-alpha male… well, in this case, the third woman, the invited party, has to be more like an spectator and play the passive witness. She's there more like a backup, a supportive hand. She pushes, she may make out with you, but there's rarely any penetration between you and her. It may be a girl you've only met once, not her best friend (again, your woman will probably want to keep her best girlfriend away, if she values the relationship). Aside from that, I'll say that the times I've engaged in threesomes had me as the one who orchestrated the whole ordeal between me and two women, one of which was undoubtedly closer to me than the other. And since I know you want the very crude details, I won't say much about that. I won't implicate anyone, won't raise a single brow of suspicion, I'll just keep what happened there as I've always have had with any precious encounter of this or any other kind: strictly sealed under layers and layers of discretion, privacy and confidentiality. My reputation for kissing-and-not-telling has been well stablished.
I'll say this much, though: treat them with respect before and after the encounter. Don't rush it. Have candle light, some sexy videos playing mute, great mood music; the atmosphere has to exhale relaxed tones, and you must pay superb attention to detail, don't derail from one party too much, dance with one another, and have more than enough to drink and smoke. Champagne still sitting on a rock of ice, stains of spilled wine, cigars, light aromatic incense. Care for some? No sex required.
Until the next adventure, I'll now throw the curtain down. After all, this is a private sanctuary.
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