am asistat in seara asta la o discutie care m-a pus pe ganduri si m-a facut sa cred cu adevarat ca unele femei sunt de-a dreptul proaste : tema era motivul pentru care femeile mimeaza orgasmul ! cred ca trebuie sa fii de-a dreptul frustrata, ca femeie, sa poti spune ca motivul pentru care mimezi orgasmul este pentru ca si barbatul mimeaza preludiul ! nici nu stiu daca sa rad sau sa plang! Deci, o femeie are o relatie cu un barbat, se presupune ca se iubesc, sunt deschisi : atunci de ce femeia nu-i spune ce vrea, ce are nevoie?!? asteapta cumva ca el sa ghiceasca? cu siguranta nu o va face, pentru ca telul suprem al barbatului, inconstient,la nivel celular, este doar acela de a procrea! dar sa nu intram in detalii…tehnice! Asadar, din cauza ca barbatul nu-i ofera un preludiu , femeia prefera la randu-i  sa mimeze un orgasm !!! WTF ??!? la final, cine are mai mult de pierdut ? sau intrebarea potrivita ar fi : ce castiga femeia din asta, un Oscar pentru interpretare??huh ? Cred ca o femeie care face astfel de afirmatii nu a avut in viata ei un orgasm, nu a fost nici macar pe aproape de a-l avea, altfel n-ar gandi asa!! Pentru toate aceste femei spun : schimbati-va mentalitatea, pentru ca orgasmul este o experienta ce merita traita ! Pot spune chiar k sunt fan orgasm ! NU spun ca de fiecare data cand am facut sex am avut un orgasm, nu, dar NICIODATA nu am mimat unul ! e inutil, te pacalesti singura ! Sunt convinsa ca si barbatii sunt de acord cu mine, nu? Bleah…nu vreau sa mai aud discutii d’astea tampite, mi se face mila(si sila)! Bleah..

Scoate metrul, rigla, ruleta, orice instrument de masurare si treci la treaba. Daca visezi ca vei avea orgasm vaginal, iti spunem ca marimea conteaza, si nu ne referim la acea marime a barbatilor, ci la ceva strict feminin. Afla, asadar, ce sanse ai!

Concret, capacitatea unei femei de a avea un orgasm vaginal depinde numai si numai de masura ei, si nu de cea a masculului cu care are loc uniunea. Dar ce ar trebui sa masori? Ei bine, distanta dintre clitoris si vagin.

Dupa cum ne informeaza oamenii de stiinta de la Universitatea Emory, Statele Unite, numai si numai femeile a caror distanta este de maximum 2,5 centimetri au sanse sa zburde pe culmile marelui “O” fara prea mult efort.

Distanta dintre clitoris si vagin, precum si implicatiile acesteia in viata sexuala a femeii, au fost studiate pentru prima data inca din secolul trecut. Prin 1920, printesa-psihanalist Maria Bonaparte, o stranepoata a lui Napoleon Bonaparte, descoperea ca femeile cu distanta mare intre clitoris si vagin intampina greutati in atingerea orgasmului.

Din pacate, acest detaliu anatomic nu poate fi influentat prin diete sau alti factori externi, iar studiile arata ca abia 7% dintre femei reusesc sa atinga orgasmul fara prea mari eforturi, doar prin stimulare vaginala.

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I’m BAAA-AAACK!!!

And this time I’m typing from home. I will, more than likely, write about my experience at UCLA Medical Center one day soon but right now I’m bored with that and I would rather talk about MEEEE!!!

I’m officially a crazy old lady so my lifelong dream of becoming old enough to do silly stuff and be considered cute instead of nuts has finally come true. The nursing staff told my daughter that I was “pleasantly confused”. I guess that’s a nice way of saying “nutty as a fruit cake”. When I first came around after the stroke, I was frightened by everything because I didn’t recognize any of it.

But, after a while I realized that I was in a hospital so I sort of just assumed that the aliens were nice aliens and I decided to go along with the program. Since I’m pretty much just following the fates into a confused state that seems seems to be calling me closer and closer, I have no idea what type of blog posts people will be finding when they come here in the future. I suppose it’ll be as though I’m Charly from Flowers for Algernon and no one will know if tomorrow holds a witty Irish chick, a dithering idiot or some combination of the two.

And as batty as I may become, I will STILL make more sense than a hospital that has “Neuro-psychiatric Center” on the front door, “Stroke Unit” on the door to the wing, my NAME on the door to my room AND a promise of confidentiality. I don’t get that at all but maybe it’s me so I’ll just leave it alone until I have more to offer the entire botheration than my verbal wrath.

Confusion is feared by most people but once you adjust, it’s actually rather interesting. The smallest stuff has been fascinating me, like the thing in the bed that looks like a phone, has voices coming out of one side and lots of buttons but you can’t call anyone with it except the nurse.

Oh, and forgetting a few months of your life is exactly like time travel. If you don’t remember what happened since you went to bed on your last birthday which was several months ago, you have, for all intents and purposes, travelled into the future. It’s not something you’d welcome arbitrarily into your life…but it IS time travel nonetheless. Actually, it was space travel as well, after all, it was June and I was in Atlanta…now I’m in Los Angeles and I don’t remember how I got here although once I was told that I took a plane, I DID remember that my dog had flown with me.

I guess it’ll all clear up eventually…it did after the first stroke. I was right smack dab in the middle of singing The Happy Birthday Song to my niece when I suddenly forgot the words to the song. Or, I would need a cup and know what a cup looked like but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what the heck one was called. Words would elude me and like the trips through space and time, you never see it coming. Who would foresee such a curse? No one expects to forget words that you use every single day of your life. Think about the repercussions of that…you could be in rush to order french fries, to get to an appointment or to have an orgasm and suddenly you might forget the word “faster”.

But it’s not all bad, actually there are several other positive things about confusion that are underrated my most people:

1. Lack of responsibilities like driving, babysitting and chopping vegetables.

2. Automatic approval for most government health plans.

3. Appreciation for the phrase, “Once an adult, twice a child.”

4. This is the time in life that you are allowed to fart nilly-willy and not see quite as many aghast faces.

5. If caught loitering, committing vagrancy or trespassing, you’ll avoid jail and go straight to the nearest hospital.

6. As soon as you GET to the hospital, they’ll give you the good drugs.

7. Confused people have absolutely NO interest it smoking, doing drugs or drinking. They exist in a permanent altered state of consciousness. Confusion is one helluva trip dudes!

8. After you spend some time staring at the idiot box, you realize that swings and long walks are much more fun.

9. Of course…if you walk long enough, you get a ride home from the sheriff’s department. If you’re lucky, you could even get a ride back in a helicopter!

10. You fully appreciate John Lennon while NOT under the influence of pot.

Imagine.

Well, I’m sure there are more but one of the bad things abut this entire sordid debacle is the fact that I can’t type anymore. Well, I can but it would probably be quicker to use a pen. This has taken me a LONG FRICKING TIME and I feel like assisting gravity in her efforts to keep the sofa on the floor. See ya!

Sex is not just good, it seems to also be good for you.  Oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine, seratonin are some of the chemicals that are hard at work when you are, well, hard and working. These things sound like illegal street drugs but you know what they say: Sex is the best medicine.

But why and how? I say don’t look a gift horse in the mouth but if you’re curious then why not.

Let’s start with prolactin and oxytocin. They are like yin and yang. Twins on the opposite sides of good and evil except I will let you decide how you wish to label them. After orgasm, prolactin levels rise sharply to counter the effects of dopamine which is responsible for sexual arousal. Meaning this is what gets your mind off of sex when your done. This is the time when the person next to you in bed doesn’t look as good as they did earlier. Prolactin may be the cause of the sexual refractory period aka “Don’t touch me”. That’s when you can’t get it up for a while and its so sensitive after orgasm its probably uncomfortable. Oxytocin is responsible for giving us great orgasms. It stimulates the prostate, sensitizes nerves and causes muscle contractions which are the main ingredients for a good orgasm. It is also known as the cuddling hormone. It is found in breast milk and helps to create a bond between child and mother, and between lovers. This is why you hold your girl after sex, or even a great BJ. You should know by know that a female needs to feel trust and calmness with someone before they can have a real orgasm and oxytocin helps that happen.

Endorphins are the body’s pain relievers. Symptoms include feelings of euphoria and pleasure, well being and relaxation. Dizziness and drowsiness can also occur. Sounds like cocaine or morphine. Endorphins are released during sex same way they are released whenever you are doing something that you find exciting.

Adrenaline is what makes your heart flutter faster when you are getting busy. Adrenaline gives you that do-all feeling, the brave heart. This causes a refractory period as well. Damn that adrenaline and prolactin.

Phenylethylamine triggers the release of dopamine which is an endorphin. Comes out during sex, peaks at orgasm.

Testosterone is the hormone that makes us want sex and gives us our aggression (Grr) and gets us suspended in sports. In men and women its whats backing our libido. Low testosterone keeps us from wanting sex.

Sex also keeps us from being depressed. You ever noticed someone just all happy and maybe even gleeful one day? They likely had sex. Or had some good oral performed on them. Serotonin is the chemical in your brain that is responsible for depression. During orgasm an extra shot is released into your brain. Keeps us content, happy and emotionally-balanced. Think about it, after sex how many people are you really mad at for the following 15 mins?

Maybe one day scientists will bottle up these chemicals or put them in pill form for us to use when we just cant get busy for whatever reason. The goal feels great but I don’t want to bypass the road to getting there.

Source:

http://www.askmen.com/dating/love_tip_250/271_love_tip.html

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Bella always had an unique relationship wit her daughter. They were more friends than mother and daughter.  So it was really no surprise when she received the most unusual wedding gift–porn.

Bella shook her head and almost fell into hysterics about seeing the vintage Lust of Blackula porn.  She didn’t know whether to toss the DVD in the garbage or continue in her fits of laughter.  But she knew Maria was going to ask if she watched the porn at some point.  Wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, Bella figured she might as well keep the god-forsaken gift. It could’ve been worse. Little did Maria know the DVD created an unforgettable evening with Bella and her new husband. There was nothing hotter than fucking doggystyle on the kitchen counter…

Despite what people liked to argue and discuss, there is only one goal people have in mind when they watch porn: getting off and getting off quickly. No one watches it for the dialogue, wardrobe (or lack thereof) and no one gives a damn about the plot. But Bella wasn’t your typical porn voyeur, oh no. she only watched the classic porn that had a storyline that justified the fucking. She was the atypical porn viewer. Maria thought she was just plain weird. It’s one thing to know your mother was into porn; it’s a different can of worms to know she’s into a certain type. Maria felt silly thinking all porn was the same.

Bella stared at the DVD for an additional minute and quickly took it out. She might as well get some use of it, she thought. If there were corny porn movies, Lust of Blackula was definitely the crème de la crème of them all. The acting was nothing short of atrocious and Bella was pretty sure there was no storyline. But as she watched the cheesy porn video, Bella discovered something about the porn that wasn’t so bad—the fucking. The women were beautiful and had delicious snatches. The men were hung and had thick cocks. And the sex scenes were off the chain. Lots and lots of close up of hard cocks moving inside of tight and wet pussies. Bella already decided she was going to employ one particular scene over dinner.

Dimitri came home to an amorous setting. Candles were lit. Incense burned. Champagne was chilled. He turned a corner to find Bella on the kitchen counter wearing a lace teddy and thigh-high stockings, casually sipping champagne. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said seductively.

Dimitri didn’t have to ask what she meant before his clothes were on the floor. He stood in between her soft thighs and watched her as she fed him a strawberry. “Wanna do me on the counter?” She whispered.

Bella pushed Dimitri away and moved her legs to the counter. She got down on all fours and spread her legs so they were parallel to her arms. She then turned around and winked to her husband. “Are you going to fuck me or do I have to get off by myself?”

Dimitri didn’t have to wait to get his cock hard before he mounted the counter. He kneeled behind his wife and slid his cock inside her tight pussy. He didn’t wait for her to adjust to his size as he began fucking her in a furious rhythm. His balls slapped her pussy lips, making them glisten with her juices. Dimitri then reached over and tickled Bella’s clit with a free hand. Bella tried to keep her orgasm under wraps but her body wouldn’t let her. She began to shake and was finding it hard to keep her grip on the counter. She erupted in a soft cry as her body orgasmed, cumming all oer her husband’s cock. Dimitri sped up his pace faster and pulled out, shooting his load on the small of Bella’s back.

Coming down from their high, the couple washed up and ordered pizza for dinner. Bella casually mentioned to Dimitri that she needed to thank her daughter for the wedding gift. He agreed.

Am dat intamplator peste un film chilian Grado 3, nu este iesit din comun, nu este nici spectaculos, dar are ceva ce-l face interesant – poate modul in care este privit sexul .

Filmul prezinta, intr-un stil savuros si foarte comic (specific filmelor latine), jocul sexual a 5 cupluri; incepand cu preludiu si terminand cu momentul orgasmului. Insa comicul nu este singurul lucru ce da un plus acestui film ci si interpretarea actorilor ce poate fi catalogata ca fiind una buna. Intreaga intriga se petrece in dormitor, este un film de “actiune” – dar de un anume tip de actiune.

Personajele sunt creionate undeva la limita decentei,  intre vulgaritate voalata si obscenitate etalata. Ele se vor imaginea unor oameni normali, intr-o situatie normala – putem totusi recunoaste in ele diversele tipologii umane caracteristice societatii moderne, legate intre ele printr-un numitor comun: o partida de sex.

Desi, ca si 2012 despre care am mai vorbit, este o pelicula cu un final previzibil, rolurile (bine definite) sunt construite a.i. exista o doza de neasteptat ce face din acest film unul agreabil.

Este, in mod cert, un film lejer de vazut acasa -  intr-o dupa-amiaza de sambata -  dar neaparat cu prietenii.

Notarea:

Stil: Comedie cu puternice accente sexuale

Scenariu & story: labrador

Interpretare: Marchizul de Sade

Efecte speciale: nu are

TOTAL: 4,5 / 10

Later in the afternoon, as I was preparing for class, I decided to masturbate on the floor in my living room.  I had the most glorious orgasm that peaked and didn’t come down all the way; I remained in an orgasmic-like state of high and then peaked again.  It was an incredible feeling.  I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm last so long.  It was amazing that I could stay in a heightened state between two orgasmic peaks.  I think something physically and mentally is changing within me due to my marathon of sexual interactions.

I thought of all the recent cocks I have had and all the new cocks I have lined up.  All of a sudden I found it so exciting that I was getting all this attention.  Something must have triggered or a particular set of pleasure neurons.

Later that evening I drove to a fuck buddies house after class, knocked on his front door, and he opened it completely naked with all the lights out in the house.  It was mysterious yet sexy at the same time.  We greeted each other with a passionate kiss as the door was closed behind us.  He then walked into the bedroom and I took off all my closes as quickly as possible.  I brought myself and my purse with me to the bedroom and climbed on top of him lying on his bed.  I went down to see his cock and found myself immersed in his balls.  My eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the light but I don’t think it mattered.  He seemed to be enjoying me licking and kissing his balls.

I found my way up to the tip of his cock and sucked on the head and down the shaft; I just wanted to ensure he was hard.  Since I couldn’t see, the best thing to do is just feel or taste.  Once my mouth discovered he was hard I decided to try to slip him inside.  It took some more saliva and gentle easing, but he went inside just fine.  I got on my feet and did repetitive squats up and down the shaft of his cock.  I didn’t feel my usual orgasmic self, but I did cum.  It may have been that I am at that time of month but fortunately I do not bleed.  Either way, I was able to cum.  I then asked him to get on top of me.  He slipped out but was able to adjust and get back inside.  I like missionary position.  It allows a cock to drive deep into my pussy but along the top wall where I like it the most.  I spread my legs wide and hold on to his ass to drive him in more.  I cum, my legs shake, my pussy oozes juices, and squeezes his dick as I cum.

He then says, “let’s try something new” and positions me on my left side with my right leg on his left shoulder.  I hold on to his thighs to help him drive in deeper.  I cum again.  He then moves me to my knees and inserts himself again into my pussy doggie style.  I feel all of his cock from the base of the shaft upwards as he holds onto my thighs to drive in deeper.  He says he’s about to cum and I feel his cock get harder.  I then feel is ooze of creaminess released inside my pussy.  I push the back of my ass with my hands lying on the bed to ensure he is as deep as he can get and I squeeze every last drop of cum from his throbbing dick.  I cum once more in the excitement.

He asked if I wanted a towel, but instead of him getting up I decided to depart to the bathroom to clean up. I knew he got up early and I was interrupting his sleep with my presence.  But I was an invited guest and he came, so I think he is sleeping better because of my presence.

If I had a quarter for every time a woman told me how Wonderful I am. How Incredible I am. How Amazing I am. I’d be a rich man. If I had an extra quarter for each time they followed those kind words up with a disappearance act that Houdini would envy, I’d be even richer.

Basically the above situation is equivalent to a shopping experience at an expensive boutique and I’m the sales associate. The customer is the woman. She breezes in, wind blows in her hair; she looks like a million bucks; and greets me with a smile that could melt a man. From there the dame proceeds to browse, try on items, browse more and try on more stuff. She’s asking my opinion. We’re talking we’re laughing. I’m letting her know what works and what doesn’t work. Things are going good. Really good. This is going to be a big day for me. I’m going to make a crazy commission. Can’t wait.

And then it happens. She quickly and unapologetically offers a “thanks so much ” for my time and proceeds to depart the store. It’s as if when she entered the store she wasn’t a full woman and now she leaves empowered to shop at another boutique and make a huge purchase. Awesome for her. Sucks for me. The question begs – why doesn’t she want to make a purchase at my boutique? If I knew the answer to that…

I refuse to believe that I’m just too nice of a guy. Maybe I should push pause on that refusal. But one thing I do know –  I offer these women something. Something that empowers them. Something hat makes them feel good, fresh, new and more. That more is making them feel Special. I know how to do that. I also know how bring a woman to orgasm and I’m a great kisser. I use to practice on a mirror when I was in grade school.  Long story long, I’m bring the funk on multiple fronts.

However, and like clockwork, once I make them feel special and all those other beautiful adjectives, they walk off into the fog like that chick in Casablanca. Sure, they pop up from time to time but I know they’re gone and so do they. They were gone before they even arrived and they don’t even have to tell me. It’s written all over their face.

On this Wednesday before Turkey Day, I’m not going to judge myself or question my past actions or lack of sex in the past few months. No. I’m gonna say, “Hey you Richly Layered & Sensitive Guy, you’re not too bad. Matter-of-fact – you’re awesome. Don’t forget that. Keep it up. BUT, dude for real. Chill the fuck out with the internet porn.“

The December issue of Allure magazine has an interview with Francois Nars, the man who created the upscale NARS cosmetics line. We assume he is the guy that named the line’s popular blush color “Orgasm.”

In the story, the French Nars talks about his 15-year-old makeup line and how he likes to keep a low profile and not make many public appearances.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t show up for the debut of NARS on QVC recently, when host Lisa Robertson was not allowed to say “Orgasm,” the name of his blush.

Nars, who owns an island near Tahiti, talks about his mom and his side career as a photographer, shooting models for his ads.

He also told Allure that he knows every inch of Madonna’s body, from doing her makeup for her music videos. We’re not touching that one.

Allure described the NARS Orgasm blush as having “a notorious name.”

And Nars says it “looks good on practically everybody.”

By the way, we missed this Nov. 14 New York Times Q-&-A with HSN CEO Mindy Grossman. Take a peek.

Un interviu destul de amuzant. E bine cand afli ca printre factorii care influenteaza orgasmul se afla lipsa serviciului, criza din america etc.

Mai multe comantarii va las pe voi sa faceti.

Vorbeam cu o tipa despre orgasm si despre cum multe femei prefera sa simuleze , sa minta , sa se prefaca doar pentru dragul partenerului sau doar din rusine . De ce noi femeile trebuie sa ne simtim frustrate pentru ca nu avem orgaasm ? Nu este numai vina noastra ca nu cunoastem placerea . Dar eu nu va pot da sfaturi pentru ca nu sunt un medic asa ca  am cautat pe web diverse definitii ale orgasmului si am gasit explicatia unui medic specialist .(Dr. Zodrak pe Forum Softpedia)

“Spre deosebire de barbati, femeile pot ajunge la orgasm in mai multe moduri, prin stimularea clitorisului, a vaginului sau a punctului G. Partenera dumneavoastra poate ca a atins deja orgasmul prin stimularea clitorisului sau penetrare vaginala, dar poate ca mai exista un punct pe care inca nu l-ati gasit si anume punctul G.

Multe femei au nevoie de o apasare ferma pe peretele vaginal frontal, un ritm alert si multa frecare pentru a avea un orgasm G si unele simt nevoia sa urineze la inceputul stimularii punctului G. Ar fi indicat ca partenera sa urineze inainte de a incepe o stimulare a acestui punct al placerii. Este posibil ca prin stimularea acestui punct, partenera sa ejaculeze o cantitate mica de lichid alb sau incolor cand ajunge la orgasm. “

Voi aveti orgasm ? Voi ati minti partenerul doar pentru placerea lui ? Sfaatul meu este sa nu o faceti , pentru ca riscaati sa ramaneti dezamagite , riscati sa nu cunoasteti placerea …Incercati sa va simtiti bine voi si va garantez ca si ei (pertenerii nostri) o sa se simta mai bine !

Joan Rivers Got Her URLs wrong

The home shopping network recently banned host Lisa Robertson from saying the word ‘Orgasm,’ which is the name of a shade of blush from high-end cosmetics line NARS.

Then just over a week later, comedian and jewelry maven Joan Rivers is on the air telling viewers to go to a Web site where we found half-naked women. Here’s what happened Monday.

Rivers is not shy about promoting the jewelry she does for QVC, even wearing it to red-carpet events.

Rivers, who has been a QVC vendor for almost 20 years, was on the network talking about an enormous fabric flower pin that’s part of her jewelry line. As we have said, our motto is go big or go home, so we loved it. It was $29.50.

Rivers said she wore the huge flower on Sunday when she attended the star-studded premiere of the musical “Dreamgirls” in Harlem.

“Last night I went to this huge opening,” Rivers said on QVC. “That’s (the flower pin) what I’m wearing.”

Rivers told viewers to go to a Web site, “Look it up, Dreamgirls dot something,” to see photos of her at the opening. Well, we went to Dreamgirls.com, and there were no shots of Rivers.

Instead, we saw five very attractive bare-breasted women beckoning those over 18 to enter the site. We take it that Joan gave us the wrong URL.

But we did find several Web sites that had shots of Rivers at “Dreamgirls,” and she was in fact sporting her flower, in silver.

On “The Celebrity Apprentice,” Rivers often wore her QVC jewelry. Maybe that gave her the edge that helped her win.

Joan Rivers Got Her URLs wrong

The home shopping network recently banned host Lisa Robertson from saying the word ‘Orgasm,’ which is the name of a shade of blush from high-end cosmetics line NARS.

Then just over a week later, comedian and jewelry maven Joan Rivers is on the air telling viewers to go to a Web site where we found half-naked women. Here’s what happened Monday.

Rivers is not shy about promoting the jewelry she does for QVC, even wearing it to red-carpet events.

Rivers, who has been a QVC vendor for almost 20 years, was on the network talking about an enormous fabric flower pin that’s part of her jewelry line. As we have said, our motto is go big or go home, so we loved it. It was $29.50.

Rivers said she wore the huge flower on Sunday when she attended the star-studded premiere of the musical “Dreamgirls” in Harlem.

“Last night I went to this huge opening,” Rivers said on QVC. “That’s (the flower pin) what I’m wearing.”

Rivers told viewers to go to a Web site, “Look it up, Dreamgirls dot something,” to see photos of her at the opening. Well, we went to Dreamgirls.com, and there were no shots of Rivers.

Instead, we saw five very attractive bare-breasted women beckoning those over 18 to enter the site. We take it that Joan gave us the wrong URL.

But we did find several Web sites that had shots of Rivers at “Dreamgirls,” and she was in fact sporting her flower, in silver.

On “The Celebrity Apprentice,” Rivers often wore her QVC jewelry. Maybe that gave her the edge that helped her win.