Hello hello, dear weekend experience community.
Today I once again join the topics that our host has prepared for us this weekend, and the honest truth is that I have decided to face the first of them as a good Japanese kamikaze, with honor, without fear and without taboos, why not?
But, if you think you're going to get a suggestive and amplified reading about sex, sorry, you're in the wrong post, promised wouldn't be scandalous at all.
And since each story must be told from the beginning, I will necessarily refer to the events as they occurred from my own unique and personal perspective.
- So, without giving too much thought, I will try to be precise.
If every person (remember, I am a woman), were to tell the story of her first sexual experience, one of the first things she would leave out would be all the advice her parents gave her about sex, because most of us simply weren't given any.
Especially women, a father talked less than nothing with his daughter about sex, and a mother maybe a little, and details? none.
Once, many years ago, and before I had my first sexual relationship, I was trying to have a somewhat in-depth conversation about sex with my mother, and between asking a question and insisting on knowing how long an intimate relationship lasted, the answer was - Whatever you want - and with that the conversation was sealed, do you understand? I was left with more uncertainties than answers, and sorry, but a girl at that age who talks to another about sex will only find fears, lies and false secrets.
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I liked playing with colors, it makes us think about the various ways of appreciating the same object.
That's how I came to experience a terrible sexual experience.
My first love as a young man was an explosion of feelings and virtues, but a lousy accumulation of sexual nonsense.
When two people like each other, desire is born as if by instinct, and you can act in a sensual way almost without proposing it, and in a natural order of things, smells, tastes, gestures, caresses show you the way to ecstasy and total enjoyment within an organigram of resources that you acquire gradually. Yes, it's all very good up to that point, isn't it?
The problem begins when, despite not being forced to get to that bed, the desires are not enough to feel more, due to the masculine need to maintain the false myth of showing off as macho and implacable in front of a woman, ignoring that the easiest way that exists To satisfy ourselves is simply to approach the feminine plane by lowering the volume of practicality and raising sensitivity by 10 tones.
What do we do then? Act?
A person paralysed by their inability to feel, who does not find the right support in their partner, nor the confidence to talk openly about what is happening, finds themselves blaming themselves for everything.
The worst sex is when you can't be yourself.
If you watched Game of Thrones you will remember that episode where Daenerys Targaryen asks one of her companions to teach her not only the art of loving, but also the art of feeling in order to please her husband Khal Drogo more, so we are aware of this in any kind of world, except in the world of a blind, foolish, blaming novice.
Could a couple function without that fire or sexual connection that relieves tension and strengthens the soul?
Not much, not much.
So the worst of my sexual experiences and with some big and small detriments was NOT FEELING ANYTHING.
About good sex.
At this point, I must make it clear that in these times (for better or worse) very few people find the red thread tied to their hand for the first time, so life forces you to perform analytical calculus exercises to understand that after the love of zeros and ones, there is the -1 and an endless number of numbers free of complexes that contribute to the true sexual richness of the individual, please thank Cesar Brandon for the note of the numbers.
Getting beaten up is part of learning, but on the way you accumulate experiences.
You can compare, open up, delight and even develop your black magic performances better, yes, "it" also has its little secrets, so that if you meet a soul that matches you in all the minimal sensory, ancestral and divine senses that cause you to turn to the tantric sex of your life, then my friend, you have reached the point of no return, precisely because you will want to return to it every damn moment of your life.
Finding the same organic sensitivity that you like in the other person is the best of the sexual triggers that you can powerfully find...the voices, the cooing, the rubbing, the modest caresses, the vibrant words, the suggestive look all united In a slow and well-directed rhythm I call it: SEXUAL REALIZATION; Or maybe it seems different to you, but I just make up the words with which I feel comfortable talking about my best intimate moments and with which I am capable of losing my sense of reality.
So, we can be as cold as a stone or as intense as a rough sea, it all depends on the connection you have with the person next to you, and the best advice I can offer, if someone would want it of course, is NEVER, NEVER GIVE UP FEELING.
Finally I invite you to ask me or just show me your point of view on the subject, as you can see it is not so complicated.
Note: All my arguments are based on my own life experiences, everyone is free to have their own internal perception of things.
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