Thursday, February 10, 2005
Metallic Benefits
You see, I am not a woman who normally has problems having an orgasm. Unless I am with a certain someone who claims I am having self-esteem problems and am not in touch with my own body, because I couldn't cum within the five uneventful minutes it usually took him to finish. The same guy who has a "best lover in the world" trophy of some kind standing in one of his corners, allegedly given to him by an actual flesh-and-blood woman. The same guy who had his first sexual experience with a four-legged non-human... err, I am getting off on a tangent here that might not be quite appropriate. Maybe I'll save that story for another day.
So, like I said. I usually orgasm easily, and above all a lot. You can call it a hobby of mine. List your favorite hobbies: reading, skiing, playing music, and orgasming... lol. I am a Big-O-Addict, I'll do anything (- and most of all myself) in order to get my next fix. Heh. The Fiancé has commented on occasion how unusual of a woman I am in that regard, cause it doesn't really matter what he's doing with me, or how he's doing it, given some time eventually he'll always succeed. So, with this in mind... picture me one happy little girl pretty much most of the time, especially considering how insatiable of a clichée Latin Lover shares my bed with me.
That said... with all these premises in mind... and me already being quite the orgasmoholic, imagine how I felt like today when - completely unexpectedly - it took me a grand total of maybe 2 minutes to go off like a rocket. 2 minutes! With no change of technique applied whatsoever. 2 minutes! It's like gift-wrapping an already perfectly shiny 450 horsepower Porsche with one million new and crisp 1-dollar bills.
I love you so much, little ring in my not-sore-anymore flesh! As I previously predicted, we became best friends rather quickly. And I love you, Sick Mike, for you have obviously paid a lot of attention in perfect-HCH-placement 101.
And I love you, weird band we went to see perform last night, for you used your 5-string Schecter bass in such a way and in such a volume that I had the grandest of times sitting on that couch in front of the stage with slightly opened legs...
So, like I said. I usually orgasm easily, and above all a lot. You can call it a hobby of mine. List your favorite hobbies: reading, skiing, playing music, and orgasming... lol. I am a Big-O-Addict, I'll do anything (- and most of all myself) in order to get my next fix. Heh. The Fiancé has commented on occasion how unusual of a woman I am in that regard, cause it doesn't really matter what he's doing with me, or how he's doing it, given some time eventually he'll always succeed. So, with this in mind... picture me one happy little girl pretty much most of the time, especially considering how insatiable of a clichée Latin Lover shares my bed with me.
That said... with all these premises in mind... and me already being quite the orgasmoholic, imagine how I felt like today when - completely unexpectedly - it took me a grand total of maybe 2 minutes to go off like a rocket. 2 minutes! With no change of technique applied whatsoever. 2 minutes! It's like gift-wrapping an already perfectly shiny 450 horsepower Porsche with one million new and crisp 1-dollar bills.
I love you so much, little ring in my not-sore-anymore flesh! As I previously predicted, we became best friends rather quickly. And I love you, Sick Mike, for you have obviously paid a lot of attention in perfect-HCH-placement 101.
And I love you, weird band we went to see perform last night, for you used your 5-string Schecter bass in such a way and in such a volume that I had the grandest of times sitting on that couch in front of the stage with slightly opened legs...
