Posts Tagged ‘moan’

The Queen of Cum Control (3)

June 24, 2018

Having his climax controlled in this way and being unable to prevent it from being done to him again and again as well as being unable to give himself that slight touch needed to cross over the edge, is the incredible fiendish yet wonderful aspect about using a man’s own natural need to ejaculate (and orgasm) as tool to let a man experience a state of being unlike anything else.

I have had clients lose the ability to speak (so as if being intoxicated, which is in fact the case), I had them sobbing and crying, their bodies winding and bucking, craving discharge so badly.

Reaching this state of body and mind, where another (strange) person is controlling your stimulation, body, penis and orgasm is one of the MOST intense stages of sexual expression and abandon any man can experience. Eventually this ultimate combination of extraordinary pleasure and extraordinary frustration is topped by the rather unexpected triggering of the so desperately „needed“ ejaculation! Once you truly experience this at the hands of another person, you will be forever changed, forever wanting to experience this agonizing bliss again, for no other experience even comes close to it in intensity.

As mentioned, the gooning state can be stretched, especially when I am able to read my client well enough for triggering emissions in him. This takes the fluid-pressure off his glands temporarily, only to confuse the tormented mind of the man even more. I´ve seen spectacular emissions due to the high pressure in the glands of the men. A few have been forcefully „pissing“ a lasting stream of semen drenching themselves with their produce.

This certainly is a dildo and a fake power-emission, only displayed for illustrative purposes!

Yet emission is not ejaculation, the associated muscles and structures await the trigger to run their spasmodic contractions – and they will be strong! So, finally, and this is intuition, I trigger the client´s ejaculation! He will naturally think that I will, ever so slowly, tease him right before PONR and stop, yet now I continue to caress his penis. In disbelief most men deceleratedly realise that they are carried over the edge. Men who have had emissions will begin to release their semen just this way, in a steady stream at first. However, the ejaculatory reflex is eventually initiated.

Not only the mind is fooled, the body is as well. The reproductive systems is also caught by surprise. Now that the muscles and attached structures of his system are allowed to execute their function, the ejaculatory reaction becomes an extremely intense process (every client reports this and I can tell)! Due to the accumulated volume of seminal fluids and the enhanced energetic charge, the ejaculatory reflex runs longer than the client is used to (or has ever experienced before) and it produces quite powerful ejections of semen either roped or sprayed.

I have counted up to 25 ejections, had many clients screaming while ejaculating from the intense sensations they were living through. Some clients were passing out when their ejaculations coincided with (or were preceded by) orgasm (that´s when their bodies were spasmodically bucking). These power-ejaculations are such wonderful and spectacular sights to behold! I am ever again amazed how much semen a man is able to store and expel in one go.

These climaxes most always feature very fluid man-juice wetting the client from navel to forehead and parts of me as well in the cases of ungovernable bucking and/or spraying individuals.

I (try to) tenderly stroke my client´s penis all the way through his ejaculation, this naturally enhances his ejaculatory sensations. After his pulses have ceased I often enough start to jerk his penis again in a firm grip to trigger a second ejaculation. In case I sense the client still carries sexual energy, I make him cum a third time for releasing the rest of what he had accumulated in the long hours of caged arousal.

While my client is coming down from his experience I quickly untie him and usually take him in my arms. Almost all men are totally spent and need time for recovery, some begin to cry, other men fall briefly asleep. All men seem very humble when they gain their senses, and there is not one client being not impressed and asking for a second booking. As mentioned I have to deny such requests and recommend to try it on their own or with their partners. At least they have learned how it can work and what potential they carry within themselves.

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JO Buddies (2)

August 19, 2017

So it happened one day, that all the given parameters were perfectly matching. I was laying in bed comfortably and relaxed while my buddy tenderly teased my throbbing cock.

I was totally aroused and breathing deeply. My glands were filled to the max, at least it felt that way and I had told him about this. I felt so very saturated that I thought my bladder was full, but I sure hit the bathroom before we started to masturbate me. Hence I was confident to just let go of whatever was filling my system.

It was as if everything was throbbing down there, not just my cock, but my balls and my glands too. Meanwhile all I could think of was to let go and release my alleged torrents of milk standing by for just that. I desperately longed for drifting thru the sweetest sensation a man can feel in his penis and balls and glands.

I knew I was very close to the edge and I let my buddy know. He reduced his caressing of my ever so sensitive dick to light touches of my foreskin. Curiously enough we shared this particular physical receptiveness. We both loved to be triggered by the touch of a certain part of our intact foreskins (i.e. inner foreskin), because this area contained the most nerve endings which forwarded any of the softest detection of touch directly deep down into the system.

My buddy wetted my helmet with a gush of oil and slowly and lightly rubbed that special part of my foreskin. A stinging sensation was filling my shaft, the edge was reached, PONR was next if he continued. But he knew me so well for he timed his caress in a way that kept me right there. I started to howl because this sensation was so fucking permeating intense!

I thought I sensed he touching me right at that foreskin-spot, oh god, this was so incredibly teasing, next I felt my internal valves open, without reaching PONR, yet!

I let go – as relaxed as my system was –, merging into release as if I was pissing while still whining from the unbearable melting sensations. I looked down and saw in amazement a steady stream of whitish milk leave my cocktip: I was pissing cum indeed! (Similar to this illustration:)

My buddy lightly massaged my foreskin only to the effect of having the ever so sweet sensations immediately intensify once more. And this triggered PONR right away. All of my system seemed to spasm tightly, I could not avoid it. I knew that the beloved rhythmic pumping was next. – It sure was and it happened very slow-paced. Spasm after spasm blessed my system, each pumping my thin milk in splattering spray-gushes.

The extremely intense melting sensations within my system had been replaced by feelings of total surrender. I witnessed my reflex making me pulse for a long time or so it felt. My buddy later told me that the latter half of the total number of spasms have been kind of dry when each contraction produced but a mere drop of cum at my cock-mouth.

After my over-the-top pumping climax mellowed out I only could lay still and breathe, trying to regain my senses while my buddy covered my soaked body with a large towel. This is almost all I remember from the aftermath. It has been the most intense ejaculating experience until and since then. So fucking beyond words! – Believe me, we continue to strive for most fulfilling ejaculatory experiences for one another. This is what we love to do!

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Sending Me!

April 29, 2016

>Easy now!
He had me right where I was supposed to be! He had slowly caressed me towards the edge with all his skill and knowledge, and now I was not at all far from PONR.

I was completely in his hands, literally. And we had agreed upon – once again – that I remained out of the game, so to speak. All I was asked for, was to relax and surrender to his soft titillation, which consisted of expert hand- and mouthwork. It was up to him entirely to decide in which fashion to tease me and when to let me cum. All there was left for me to do, was to honestly signaling him when I was approaching the ever tempting trigger-point.

>Remember, just stay relaxed and enjoy the sensations I am going to evoke in you. For now enjoy sensing the filling-up of your precious glands. I know you just have entered bliss-country, haven´t you.

He was absolutely aware of my state. In return I knew that he was craving my semen and that he preferred my milk after some extended edging, because it – most of the times – came out runny and partly clear, and he just loves my skim milk and plenty of it. Hence edging me was a win-win situation for both of us.

We are into mutual masturbation for many years now. Today was his turn to provide pleasure, a role he almost enjoys as much as being the receiver, for my climaxes are quite something to witness (at least when I am loaded with semen and sexual energy)!
For one, I become very vocal and loud with the onset of PONR, keeping it up almost until the last climactic spasms of my lust-muscles. Then I am built in such a way that I shoot and pump solid ropes of my jizz in a rather paced manner. And last not least I learned to release emissions. My boy loves all of this and does everything to have me performing this way.

He sits in front of my exposed package with full access to my cock, balls and anus. I just lay back letting him play my love-tools while trying to stay relaxed, waiting to warn him when he pushes me in close range of PONR.

He begins to patiently edge me, steadily working towards his reward: my deeply emotional reaction as soon as he decides to trigger my reflex, the latter resulting in the pumping of my juices.

I feel him sensualy massaging my scrotum. Every now and then he strokes my cockhead and my foreskin. He knows that my foreskin is extremely sensitive, hence being the tissue he will choose stroking to make me lose it. – Next, he is probing my anus while keeping up with his nut-massage. Seconds later he locates my prostate and begins probing it tenderly without hesitation.

>Oh yeah, that´s it, oh god, yeah!, I welcome his moves.

prostate access

Suddenly I sense him caressing my cockhead as well. I look down and find him sucking my helmet while he handjobs my prostate and scrotum. Holy shit, his triple-action feels incredibly intense! He is working my whole sex-apparatus! I am entirely his, completely in his loving care. The mix of sensations from all over my reproductive system are pushing me quickly into the zone!

>Close, close!! I whisper, having him let go of me immediately, only his finger remaining up my butt-hole. As he keeps motionless inside of me I calm down.

After almost 20 close calls I begin to speculate about his timing for letting me cum. This now is the only thought in circulation – I am aroused to a maximum. That much so, as that he only jerks my cock very slow, right below the rim at my trigger-tissue. He had applied plenty of oil for that to keep the friction light.

I realise I am right at the edge and will not bear a lot of stroking sensation anymore without being sent over, and he knows that. Meanwhile I feel totally filled up inside. It´s like as if I bore two bladders and needed to release real hard, yet can´t let go. I badly need my boy to trigger my pending release – and I was about to experience just that.

Here I was, shivering from pure lust and in anticipation of him sending me over the edge with the next stroke, or the next, or… Any of his light touches was generating a sensation like an electric current within my cock, directly passing further down into my prostate, seminal vesicles and even balls. He had begun to report to me the amount of precum my cock was oozing, only intensifying my urge.

>I need to trigger an emission now, he said. You just say „yes“ when you sense your milk rising, OK?

>Yes, I hissed as an answer.
I felt him cupping my scrotum which I assumed to be in a very tightened state for quite some time now. Then he carefully rubbed my smooth and oiled foreskin. He did so in a very cautious way, which brought about those deeply rooted melting sensations indicating that I was closing in on PONR. I began to breath deeply and whispered Yesss! We hit perfect timing as I could feel my juices flow while he had just let go of me right with my warning.


>Yeah fuck! he was joyfully welcoming an extended flow of warm cum leaving my cock-mouth. I badly needed to concentrate for keeping all my muscles relaxed these seconds, I pushed against PONR. Not a second too soon he praised me:
>Gosh your milk is just as I love it and it tastes so good tonight!

The emission did give me some relief from my internal pressure. But my cock was still highly sensitive. Cautiously he was grasping my slippery shaft after a while, a bit below my triggerzone. Slowly he was sliding up towards my helmet. The electric current he was generating inside my cock with his perfect touch reached down once again, tickling my prostate and my seminal vesicles.

>Yesss ….. now… careful, – he let go immediately. He wanted to keep me right at the edge as long as possible with brief, tender and most teasing strokes. I felt so fucking close to the edge, his treatment drove me wild!

>Relax, try to stay relaxed!!

I pushed out to keep my muscles from hardening, well aware now that he wanted to trigger my reflex. I was struggling to postpone PONR, but naturally in vain!

I began to groan as the melting and tingling sensations eventually built up internally. The exquisite feelings of pure lust inside of my glands and cock intensified and overwhelmed me. I heard myself whine in bliss, I slowly was sliding over the edge, oh god, I was totally spasming inside my pelvis!


I sensed my ejaculatory reflex setting in while my lover began to jerk my cock. I could feel my system pump up what appeared like a lasting reaction. Jet after jet of warm milk wetted my chest, my ejaculation seemed to produce a record volume of semen. What an intense surrender!


All I can remember from after these consuming moments is to have collapsed into a blissful state of gratification.

Sharing His Sanctum (3)

September 16, 2015

Guest post: This is a story by Tom (loyal reader) to pay homage to this blog!

You start to play once again with your cock, now so close for me to see the veins running through it.  I can see the way your urethral opening flares when a new bead of precum emerges. I can see the way your foreskin, so tight around your shaft, is able to still advance and shelter your pointed head, protecting that delicate skin to keep it moist and sensitive. I can now see the smoothness of your foreskin’s edge as you gather it in front of your tip, and watch how it slides smoothly back and over your corona, finally coming to rest as it stretches over your mid shaft. I can examine that area of skin, your frenulum, now turned inside out, and watch how your sticky fingers return to this area because the sensations are so sweet.


You now take one hand, followed by the other, and stroke upward from the base to your tip. You do this upstroke about five times before reversing it in a backward stroke that you repeat similarly. Five strokes with each hand forward; five strokes with each hand back. You continue to drool and your stroking spreads the nectar over your wet surface. When this becomes too intense you start to back off, using only one finger to flick the underside of your shaft, tracing the length of your ridged band, that place of gathered skin and nerve endings that is simply electric.

“Fuck I can feel the fluid inside me starting to move,” you say, and I lick my lips in anticipation for what is in store.

As you continue this agonizing tease of your frenulum, your cock swells, and you once again are making conscious effort to breathe steadily and regularly. Your hips start to move, as if your cock has taken control of your body and is demanding more stimulation. Your finger, however, maintains the lightest of touch, and all your hips are able to do is circle your sweet spot over your fingertip.

You are unable to obtain deeper pressure. This tease is doing wonders for your leakage, and your cock is now literally drooling with precum that you catch on your finger and use to further moisten your ridged band. You now move your finger up and over your glans, circling your drooling slit, and then back to your sweet spot, then back to your head, in a cycle of agonizing ecstasy that is clearly driving you wild. “Must…stay…relaxed…” is all you can muster, as your voice dissolves into long sighs and the most delicious groans.


Once again, I bring you back into focus by asking “Tell me what is happening?”

As you try to maintain control of your breath while continuing this one finger tease of your cock, you try to answer: “I’m starting to shake…standing here…Fuck, having a hard time staying relaxed… my excitement is so fucking high…Once again feeling full, distended with my fluid…Prostate is twitching…fluid is moving….aahhh….which is why…uuuhhh….my muscles…want to pulse…”

You now take a very deep breath and start to make a prolonged and mournful cry as you suddenly stop all stimulation. Once again we enter that suspended moment, when you are clearly in danger of spilling over into the inevitable reflex of full-on ejaculation, yet trying with all your might to hold yourself off. I know that I am either going to be met with a palmful of your milk, or it is going to hit me full force in the face. I am prepared for either scenario.

Your opening dilates, and once again the tap is open and flow begins. Because your cock is so hard and is pointing at an angle upward, your cum leaves your slit and slides down the underside of your glans to the lower end of your frenulum where it then falls off into a steady stream into my waiting hand.  The flow is uninterrupted for about 5 to 6 long seconds as you take another breath in order to moan even more deeply. Your body starts to shake as this eruption starts to slow. I am left with a pool of your beautiful, white produce in my palm.


Coming down now, you collect yourself and smile at me. We both look at what I am holding and you suggest we taste it together.  We each submerge a fingertip in the warm, silky liquid and once covered, we bring it to our mouths. Looking deeply into each other, we taste your milk at the same time. How can I state the bliss I feel in this moment, the connection to you and to your pleasure?

I can only say that your taste is superb. It is warm and silky, salty and sweet at the same time. We go back in for seconds, clearly both of us a bit greedy for this man produce that you have just created with stimulation and sexual excitement. I am taken away by the smell, texture, and taste, so powerful to me as a representation of your essence. You take some more and rub it over your glans and shaft, and then turn and move back to the bed, repositioning yourself as I continue to hold what remains. “Finish it,” you say, and I bring up my hand and engulf the remainder.  “I am now a part of you,” you say, and I know this to be true as I swallow you.

Now we move on to an extended display of edging. You are again back on the bed facing me with your legs spread. You once again use your hand to push your cock away from your body so that it stands fully upright.  Despite two emissions and almost two hours of cock and ass play you are still rock hard. Amazingly, I still see precum welling up at your tip. You spit into your hand and use it to revitalize your drying cum, and then start to move through a series of cock strokes and teases that take both our breaths away as you rise and fall and dance around your edge. Your knowledge of different ways of stimulating your member is vast and seemingly limitless because of the infinite combinations that you can make.

One of your favorites, you tell me, is a stroke called the Count-Up which you proceed to demonstrate. First you ask me to name a number between 10 and 15. I say 18. You call me cheeky.  You start a long, slow downstroke with one hand from your glans to your cock base and over your balls, followed in turn by the other. You reverse this full stroke moving upward, one hand following the other. Count 1, although really it is four strokes. You then repeat this with two alternating downward strokes followed by two alternating upstrokes from each hand. Count 2, but it’s 4 strokes and a light goes off as to why you called me cheeky. You move on to three alternating strokes downward followed by three alternating strokes upward. Count 3. You are breathing heavily by the time you reach Count 10, especially on the upstroke which clearly is driving you crazy.

By Count 13 you have to stop after the downstroke to come down off the edge this has taken you toward. Composure once again regained, you start the slow, agonizing process of moving through 13 upstrokes, which is really 26. Each one has you moaning “Fuck” as your hand passes over your coronal ridge. Count 13. I start to wonder if you will be able to make it to 18 without passing the point of no return, and I ask you just that. You look at me, and in a half grimace, half smile because you are slowly counting downward toward 14, you say “It may take awhile…because I will have to stop and start…ahhh…approaching it…and then backing off…uuhhh…but that is what this…uuhhh…fucking stroke is all about” as your body jumps and quivers by the end of that round.

Again taking a break, you encircle your balls to pull them out, stretching your scrotum to help. You also take a firm hold of your glans and squeeze, another technique you say you use to help you off the edge. By Count 15 you are having a hard time even making it through half a round without having to stop. Your cock is so hard and red and glazed from all of the new precum now mixed with your semen from your previous two emissions. But like an adventurer on a search for lost treasure you muster onward, using every ounce of willpower, breath, concentration, and practiced ability to stay relaxed in the face of this onslaught of stimulation to your already overstimulated cock, to hold off the edge, to stop before you cross over into ejaculatory oblivion. You are finally at 18, moving slowly downward.


I am amazed that you have been able to continue this, that you have not given up and simply allowed yourself a full release. You are swearing and sweating again; I can see the sheen on your chest in the light, and this adds to your incredible sexiness. You are now taking repeated, deep breaths, moaning rhythmically as you are lost in sensation but battling to stay away from the precipice.

As you finish the final downstroke you look at me and say, “You…had…to pick…18?” and all I can do is just wink and smile in admiration. You enter the final lap, just 18 upstrokes with each hand. I know that the upstrokes are the hardest to endure, as they move your sensitive foreskin and stimulate your frenulum and head in such a way that each one brings you right to the edge. You pretty much have to stop for a few seconds between strokes, and these last 18 are agonizingly long as you writhe in ecstasy at each pass. 15…..16…….17……… 18.  With the final stroke you let go of your cock, which flops down onto your belly, and you collapse, panting as you slowly come down off that final momentous stroke.

More than a few minutes go by before you collect yourself enough to look at me. I think you must be done despite not having ejaculated yet. “You must be wiped out,” I say. “Ready to stop? I would completely understand.”

But you sit back up and put your hand behind your cock, pushing it out again for full viewing. It certainly appears not to be finished based on how rigid it stands, pulsing against your hand. Just to confirm this you take your other hand and start a frenulum rub, using all five fingers and more precum.

“Well it appears you are far from done,” I say with an admiring smile. You nod but something has changed. Me, the room, the music has disappeared. You are focused solely on your cock. You massage this most sensitive part of your shaft, bringing yourself quickly back to a heightened state of arousal. “It’s time,” you whisper, more to yourself than to me, and I know this means you are driving yourself to a final release.


This last bit of edging is intense to watch. Cock-lost is what I call you, as all your concentration points toward stimulating yourself toward a final edge, then moving into a glorious launch of milk by recruiting all those ejaculatory muscles into unrestrained contraction. Your touch is light and teasing, moving from that delicious frenulum rub to strumming your ridged band to juicing your head to playing with your foreskin by moving it up and down over your glans.

You tease your coronal ridge, then back to your frenulum, then advance your prepuce, then you slowly pump your shaft from the lower portion. Your penis is the most rigid and swollen and red I have seen yet. Clear sticky fluid is leaking every few seconds. By changing the stimulation you stretch out the approach to the peak by preventing your cock from gaining a firm and direct foothold forward. Instead what you are doing is like climbing switchbacks toward orgasm.

Your breathing gets shallow, your moaning gets louder, and your body writhes. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” is all you manage to get out as you build and build toward whatever awaits. Now back to a circling finger over your ridged band, your hips start to pump involuntarily as I can tell you are reaching the point of no return. You take in a deep breath, then start a long ecstatic cry as you suddenly stop all movement, and push out your cock toward me once again with your hand. As your cry nears the end of what remains of your breath, an eruption of cum emerges from your urethral opening. At first it flows and then quickly rises out in an arc caused by the internal buildup of pressure and the steady contraction of muscles to push it out. It runs down your shaft and splashes onto your balls which are drawn up as if to cushion the fall. Your spigot remains open for your biggest emission yet. You take in a quick breath and moan again as now your cock starts to jerk ejaculatory pumping, and semen begins pulsating out of it. After holding off for so long, you are now enjoying the intensity of full ejaculatory muscle contraction combined with a mind-blowing orgasm. Incredibly, your ejaculation is happening without any direct penile stimulation.

The first spurt arcs upward and lands on your right thigh. The second and third follow with additional force, flying through the air in a trajectory that takes them near your knee. The last three continue to decrease in intensity as this now clearer fluid streams down your shaft.

I say “Oh my God! That was fucking intense.” Before I realize what is happening you take hold of your slightly softening cock in a full circular grip and start a full on jack off. You are steady in your speed but clear in intention. You are going to try and cum again! My mouth falls open in amazement as instead of becoming refractory your cock resumes a rigid tumescence with more nectar emitting from the opening. How sensitive it must be!

There is no teasing now, none of those agonizing switchbacks, just a direct ride toward another peak with more sweet contractions if you are able to get there. I wonder how your glands could have any fluid left after all you have produced. I imagine your balls must be aching. I don’t bother asking because I don’t think you will hear me.

Cum-soaked, you fuck your hand and your hand fucks your cock. Your hips thrust upward and you grunt with each one. As your second finish approaches, your strokes shorten and focus on that most sensitive upper shaft, just under your coronal ridge, that sweet spot of foreskin, frenulum and ridged band that creates sexual lightning.


Soon you grunt “Fuuckk…cumming!!!” and your semen, now more like skim milk, watery and light-colored, spurts from your reddened head in six short arcs upward, landing in your pubic hair and lower belly while your legs twist and turn and your whole body jumps, as if the contraction of your ejaculatory muscles have taken over your entire body.

As the contractions end, you fall into the pillows, panting and moaning. Your cock starts to soften, but you scoop up your last ejaculate and take hold of your cock, focusing again on the sweet band under your ridge, and you stroke some more, moaning and grunting all over again.

After a short time you orgasm again with two small spurts. Amazingly, this produce is once again thick and milky. I just sit back now, unbelieving, but assuming there may be more. Indeed, you start to move your hand over your shaft again. Your poor cock is semi-soft and obviously extremely sensitive by your groans, yet you stroke, you harden, and as your moaning rises again you are roiled by another orgasm which leads to three more ejections of milk, one spurt reaching your belly and the other two covering your hand and dripping onto your balls.

Breathing in short burst, you take a run at a fifth orgasm, starting the most subtle of strokes at that frenulum zone that seems to have a direct path to your ejaculatory reflex. Your wet and deeply red cock is half hard as you build up your rhythm. Miraculously it hardens again, reacting to this unending stimulation, defying your hard-wired refractory reflex.


You are almost crying now you cross your peak. Your hips arc off the bed and I see two large spurts of semen shoot from your cock and land on your chest. As I watch your heaving and shaking body now covered in your beautiful milk, I am both amazed and incredibly grateful for what I have just witnessed. What you have done seems truly mythic. Your sperm filled seminal fluid is on your sweating chest. It is dripping off your softening cock. It is starting to dry on your loosening scrotum. It is dripping down your thighs. You are literally anointed in cum.

I sit and wait as you lay there, watching as your heaving chest starts to quiet. The room becomes still as we listen to each other breathe. You eventually raise yourself up to join me in your bedroom once again.  “Welcome back,” I say. And I thank you for this most breathtaking display of self-love I have ever witnessed.

I ask you how you feel about the experience, and about sharing it with me. “I am simply drained. My internal muscles, my prostate have a pleasurable ache. My testicles ache too, given that their reservoirs have been drained. My cock is tingling and somewhat numb.” You tell me that having a witness to these intense acts of self-love made you feel incredibly vulnerable; I held the space for you and this added to the intensity and excitement. The result was you produced milk at a volume you have never before achieved, through three separate emissions and five full on orgasms, each containing its own ejaculation.

We talk about how this experience has increased both of our awe and wonder of male sexuality, male sexual organs, and how they can transport us to worlds of intense pleasure where we can experience intense self-love and the beauty of creation. The milk of life has unlimited volume. We just have to be willing to harvest it.

As I leave I present you with my gift, and a smile of gratitude lights up your handsome face. You tell me this book will enhance the growing content of your blog. This makes me smile with joy to be somehow a part of it.

As I ride down the elevator, entirely spent despite never once touching myself, I think back to the last thing you said before our goodbye embrace. Musing poetically on the whole ejaculatory experience, you said:

“I wish it was possible to slowly cum, like in slow motion, to spurt like in slow motion and to experience every single phase explicitly and intensively: how my sperm wanders from my testicles via the vas deference towards my prostate; how my semen is released from the seminal vesicles into the urethra; how my prostate hardens and discharges its secrete into the base of my penis; how my cum gives me the feeling of congestion; and how – as a reflex to that – my muscular structures begin their involuntary rhythmic spasms; how my cum is shooting out of my penis, how ropes of my warm cream are pulsing out of me until most of the stored amount of my juices is spent and the contractions decline up to the point where my muscles return to relaxation. Yes, this is exactly what I love.”

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In gratitude, Nandisa!