People have said that there is indeed transfer of energy during a massage session.....I'm assuming that's the reason why all the men I have massaged...have built attachments to me...
'Nuff said.
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Monday, October 28, 2002
Sunday, October 27, 2002
Thursday, October 24, 2002
Oh my love, for the first time in my life
My eyes are wide open
Oh my love, for the first time in my life
My eyes can see
I see the wind
Oh I see the trees
Everything is clear in my world
I see the clouds
Oh. I see the sky
Oh my lover, for the first time in my life
My mind is wide open
Oh my lover for the first time in my life
My mind can feel
My eyes are wide open
Oh my love, for the first time in my life
My eyes can see
I see the wind
Oh I see the trees
Everything is clear in my world
I see the clouds
Oh. I see the sky
Oh my lover, for the first time in my life
My mind is wide open
Oh my lover for the first time in my life
My mind can feel
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
Old friends
Who didn’t see each other
For five years
Who never talked
Who never even tried
To bridge the gap
That separated them
Old friends
Soulmates, in fact
Alter-egos
Sitting by a pier
In Hong Kong
Under a moonlit night
Talking, laughing
Not touching each other
Yet, connecting in the
Most intimate of ways
Old friends
Meeting by fate
Perchance to reconcile
Perchance to dream again
Or perchance, to say
Goodbye, finally
Old friends
Each with questions
Playing in their mind
Each with regrets
Burdening their hearts
Each with wistful smiles
In their faces
Asking silently
How their friendship
Would end this time
Old friends
Or former sweethearts.
It doesn’t really matter
What they were then
But that they are there now
Sitting at that pier
With the cold night wind
And the sweet smell of sea
Making up their minds
Making up their hearts
What they’re going to be…
Mec 4:45 pm 8-24-01
(last poem i really made)
Who didn’t see each other
For five years
Who never talked
Who never even tried
To bridge the gap
That separated them
Old friends
Soulmates, in fact
Alter-egos
Sitting by a pier
In Hong Kong
Under a moonlit night
Talking, laughing
Not touching each other
Yet, connecting in the
Most intimate of ways
Old friends
Meeting by fate
Perchance to reconcile
Perchance to dream again
Or perchance, to say
Goodbye, finally
Old friends
Each with questions
Playing in their mind
Each with regrets
Burdening their hearts
Each with wistful smiles
In their faces
Asking silently
How their friendship
Would end this time
Old friends
Or former sweethearts.
It doesn’t really matter
What they were then
But that they are there now
Sitting at that pier
With the cold night wind
And the sweet smell of sea
Making up their minds
Making up their hearts
What they’re going to be…
Mec 4:45 pm 8-24-01
(last poem i really made)
vaginal orgasms and clitoric orgasms - the difference being? .....
err.......basically, it's where the orgasm is coming from...
a vaginal orgasm is usually intense, exhausting, big...where the vagina actually contracts and sucks a man's bone dry of his cum...
a clitoric orgasm is a wonderful plateau of sensations where slight movements can trigger one after another...if a woman masturbating usually just stimulates the clit, this is the kind she's most probabaly get...and if she's used to having her clit stimulated, this is the kind she would probably expect/want/need
of course dear......these two are usually deemed the same since usually, either they happen simultaneously (that's when a woman's body really tingles all over, then she drops asleep and exhausted and sated and smiling....and whatever) or...the woman is not that attuned to the difference (or where the sensations are originating from).....
(something na nde ko mai-post sa PEX)
err.......basically, it's where the orgasm is coming from...
a vaginal orgasm is usually intense, exhausting, big...where the vagina actually contracts and sucks a man's bone dry of his cum...
a clitoric orgasm is a wonderful plateau of sensations where slight movements can trigger one after another...if a woman masturbating usually just stimulates the clit, this is the kind she's most probabaly get...and if she's used to having her clit stimulated, this is the kind she would probably expect/want/need
of course dear......these two are usually deemed the same since usually, either they happen simultaneously (that's when a woman's body really tingles all over, then she drops asleep and exhausted and sated and smiling....and whatever) or...the woman is not that attuned to the difference (or where the sensations are originating from).....
(something na nde ko mai-post sa PEX)
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