5 second woman

something's in the air. something vaguely sexual and fumbling. nostalgia, but with a wince and an afterburn. check out dan or will for excellent examples.

now me, i knew that peeing had no correllation with pregnancy. and i never attempted to fashion a raging penis out of, say, a toilet paper roll and clay. i had a firm bookish knowledge of sex. i started my nightly self-investigations and found them to be good times indeed. one hitch. it felt okay, no great shakes, until the end, then it felt really really tingly awesome for about 5 seconds. then i was sleepy.

i thought that i was only getting it right during that last 5 seconds and that if i could just try harder and do it better, then it would feel really tingly awesome the whole time. when i heard the word 'orgasm' i thought that was some separate dimension of yumminess that i had yet to experience. and i couldn't wait to get there.

maybe only a boy could unlock that level of mind blowing pleasure? well, i'm pleased as punch to say boys have added crazy levels of delight and wonder- warm and honest raunch, dirty talk with someone you love, multiple o's, confessions and kinks and all kinds of adventure, giggles till i burst, sweaty cuddles and confidences.

but at the end of the day (or night) or after the party, or when we start the car back up... i'm still sleepy. and i never have discovered the secret of making the BIG TIME TINGLE last the whole time.

probably only 'call me tantric' sting has the answer to that one.

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