Pre-Ejaculation – It’s Not a Bad Thing

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Pre-ejaculation – Occurs when a man experiences orgasm and expels semen soon after sexual activity and with minimal penile stimulation.

I’ve been torn between the thought of pre-ejaculation. Is it bad when a guy pre-ejaculates?

When you first meet a man he talks about this shit like, “Giiiiirrrrl, I’m gonna fuck you all night long.” He likes to think of himself as an absolute machine of a man, like The Terminator. The chick gets real excited about it, as if she’s expecting him to have a big dick, too, and it’s gonna be a world-changing event and her toes will curl from just the mere thought of him. And it’s true – women think that good sex is equivalent to all-night sex. I can see how that can be mistaken. When you’re an inexperienced female lover, you’re led to believe through years of brainwashing (though media and of course through the false promises of an equally-inexperienced young man who claims he will rock your proverbial world) that pulling an all-nighter is all you’ll ever want or need, the type of sex where afterwards you go, “Wow, so that’s what its like being fucked by an actual man.” Obviously, when we are young, boys are far from satisfactory in bed and this is where pre-ejaculation gets a bad rap. Because of the stigma with cumming too soon or not being able to control your orgasm because you get too excited (not used to a woman’s body), most men develop this absolute idea that they will be the one person who can’t orgasm. Almost like this is a super power. “I can fuck you all night.”

Fast forward – after you’ve seen what a man can do in bed, after seeing him work your body over for years, the young girl in you dies and instead you want a man that knows how to touch your buttons and orgasms right before your body exhausts. Yes, guys – our bodies get exhausted from sex. Sex for too long makes me want to never have sex again. Not because I’m impatient, not because I don’t enjoy it, but because sex for long periods of time, especially as an adult when both people are mature can be extremely selfish. During sex, Ryan has explained to me that my body feels like a drug. Literally, him pistoning his dick gives his body the same reaction as feeling a rush of heroin in his body. He goes numb and everything in his world becomes perfect. Every bill becomes irrelevant. Drama at work is meaningless. Sex is an escape and a total high (and as women we love giving them this feeling). Ryan has explained to me that he can be in such a mental high that having an orgasm takes away this feeling. The orgasm is actually a bad thing, because it means the high is over. Every time we fuck, he says he just wants to fuck me forever. He means it. For him to ignore my body, ignore what I feel, ignore my body might not want to be fucked until I am raw and unable to walk the next day, is totally selfish. Don’t get me wrong, I get the feeling of high, I get the rush of the chemicals in my body that put me in this zombie-like state, but this is a feeling you have to control. There are times where we both zone out and the next day my pussy is so raw that I can’t even pee without squirming and feeling miserable. His dick has looked like someone rubbed sandpaper on it and washing off with soap makes him cringe. You have to be able to control the temptation to get high for too long. It is certainly okay to get caught up in the sexual high and ignore your partner. And having sex “for too long” is no longer a badge of honor, it’s more something men should be in control of to show they are in tune with their women. it’s something they should focus on not getting lost in because they love the feeling of sex more than the orgasm itself.

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Random Moments – I Peed In My Back Pocket

hkasmfSo I am at work on a Friday  and I have to use the bathroom. Usually, I do not use the bathroom at work unless it’s an absolute must. I’m the type of guy that likes to be at home, on my own toilet, and do my business in familiar territory.  My stomach doesn’t care about all that though.

I head into the bathroom and spray Lysol all over the seat.  This is my public bathroom ritual.  After the seat is lathered in antibacterial goodness that kills 99.9% of all germs, I wipe the seat down.  I then peel off 3 squared sheets of toilet paper and lay it across all 4 sides of the toilet seat.   I can now sit down.

I take my shirt off because I do not want my shirt to collect the odor that rises from the seat below while I am using the bathroom.  I know, this all sounds so dumb, but again, this is my ritual (my after the bathroom ritual is equally as bad — think: soap, wet wipes, using the sink as a bidet, and manpons until I can go home and shower).  I am now shirtless, sitting on a toilet paper covered toilet seat that has been doused in Lysol, with my penis…ah yes, my penis.  I didn’t mention my penis.  Well, other than urinating prior to sitting, I will hold it in my lap and lay it across the toilet paper at the front of the seat.  There is no way I am going to let my dick hang into the toilet.  Would I put my face down inside the toilet seat while someone sits on the back of my head?  Would I put my hand in the toilet seat slightly letting it touch the sides or on a good day, even dipping my finger tips into the filthy water itself? Absolutely not.  So why on earth would I let my most prized possession dangle below me, inside a disgusting toilet bowl strangers defecate in?  I wouldn’t.

So as I sit on the seat and text Venice about the latest gossip going on in the office, I feel a second urge of urine stream.  Forgetting where I was, I released the stream and heard water sprinkling onto the floor.  I quickly jumped up and grabbed my penis and aimed it down into the toilet.  I looked at the back of my pants that were pulled down around my shins, and noticed the entire back of them had been peed on.  Soaked.  The floor as well, but who cares about the damn bathroom floor.

I peed on the back pockets…of my fucking pants.  What?  Thankfully I bring a change of clothing just in case I have to see a client on casual Friday.  So I make a superman like change into my slacks and shirt with a tie, and reappear from the bathroom a new man.  A few co-workers notice and I look at my watch like I have a meeting to go to.  I leave the office, circle the block, and come back in a few minutes and make up some story about having to meet up with someone.  No one knew I just pissed in my own back pockets, but I knew.  And now…you know. Peed Myself Peed Myself Peed Myself Peed Myself Peed Myself

*edit.  I totally forgot I wrote this blog on Friday and scheduled for it to go live on our weekly scheduled Monday morning blog.  So I reread the story and cracked a smile. A smile on Monday? That makes pissing in my own back pocket on Friday totally worth it.  🙂  Have a good week you guys! peed myself peed myself peed myself peed myself peed myself peed myself

The Perfect Girlfriend – 7 Signs It Doesn’t Get Better

Someone on my Facebook liked this link and it showed up on my timeline. She has a good head on her shoulders and I respect a lot of the posts she likes. So it really bugged me to see this post that she liked because it’s entitled “7 Signs That It Doesn’t Get Better.”  For fun, Ryan and I have commented on each photo and title with our own opinion.  Enjoy.

gamer-girl#1 “Gamer girl – A gamer girl with a hot bod is a keeper.”

Venice: I will have to agree with this one only because relationships tend to be stronger when they have common hobbies, i.e. going to the gym, having the same collection, or gaming. However, note that there is a running joke about gamer girls being fat in the same sense that gamer guys are fat. Why? Probably because gaming in itself connotes a sedentary lifestyle. Which it does, but it’s just not as fun to be a hot gamer girl who is kickass at Dance Dance Revolution or Wii Fit. I like this picture – cute bootay, gamer, Call of Duty propped up nonchalantly in the background. However, she’s holding just the Wii remote controller when everybody knows you have to attach the nunchuk controller to play Call of Duty. Nice panties though.

Ryan: You definitely aren’t perfect if you are playing Call of Duty on the fucking Wii.  No offense, but does that even have multiplayer??!?!

movie-girl#2 “Let’s you pick the movie – A girlfriend who lets you pick the movie that you’ll see is priceless. Now at least you can see all your war movies and Vin Diesel action movies.”

Venice: No, I didn’t misspell “let’s.” First clue you can’t take lists like this seriously. Although I admit, this is something that a lot of good wives/girlfriends do – instead of complaining that they don’t want to watch a movie, they’ll say, “OK, dear. I will watch ‘Happy Gilmore’ with you for the fifth time this week.” She knows that she’s racking up points for him to go shoe shopping or to pick up eggs and coffee at the grocery store on the way home. Smart.

Ryan: That’s cool you have no opinion on what movie you want to watch, I guess.  But I’d rather watch something we both want to see.  I don’t think not having an opinion is perfect or what I prefer.  I at least want to know what you want to watch so I can laugh at your suggestion of a romantic movie while we are watching Die Hard 20.  There is nothing wrong with having a mind and preferences.

nothing-wrong-girl#3 “Means what she says – Girls who don’t play games, she’s the one”

Venice: This is the one I agree with the most. If you have something on your mind, you should always say so. Open communication, bottom line.

Ryan: In theory Venice sounds great here, but trust me, there are times when she shuts down and I cannot tell if she is upset or mad.  I agree with this meme totally.  Please just say it if you are upset about something!  Open communication, bottom line.

big-tits-girl#4 “BIG T1TS – 7 great qualities make her a CATCH, but BIG TITS makes her a winner.”

Venice: Let’s face it – this “meme” would be boring if it were just the words. So, bonus points for creativity to whoever the young man was that created this gem of a meme.

Ryan:  I didn’t even know Venice had titties when we met. I’m an eyes, lips, face, and personality type of guy.  I do like a nice ass.  I’m not mad at breasts, but they are the last thing I care about on a female.

no-kids-girl#5 “Hot, Single, No Kids – For some guys this is all that’s needed.

Venice: Guess what – the same thing goes for guys. What 18-year-old co-ed is out there saying, “I just left my parents’ home to start college. I want to go to clubs and have fun experien—ooh, who’s that guy with the sex dad-bod pushing the stroller?” No one, or at least close to no one. And this is the worse picture used, in my opinion. Hot? Sure. I can see the hotness in her if her mouth wasn’t wrapped around a stogie and holding an empty tumbler in her hand. Single? Maybe. No ring on her finger. No kids? I don’t know. Kind of hard to tell with the box of toys behind her plastic lawn chair.

Ryan:  Pretty much.

mine-girl#6 “Status Undefined – if she doesn’t blast STATUS IN A RELATIONSHIP all over Facebook, you’re one lucky guy.”

Venice: I’m not quite sure what this means: is it saying that he would rather not let her friends and family know that she’s in a relationship? Shouldn’t the guy question that, like she’s ashamed of him or that he’s not good enough to be dating her? I don’t think his fear of being in a relationship has anything to do with Facebook status. If she’s not proud to say she’s dating you, I wouldn’t call myself lucky to be you or lucky to date you.

Ryan: If she isn’t changing her Facebook status because of you, you didn’t lay the pipe right.  Fact.  You’re her side dude. The guy she isn’t quite sure she wants her friends to know she is banging.   If that’s your goal, to be her little side dude that she isn’t claiming, I guess you can be okay with her not changing her Facebook status because of you.   Number 6 sucks.

tampon-girl#7 “Doesn’t send you out for tampons – She’s independent and knows what embarrasses you. What else can you want.”

Venice: Don’t be so insecure about getting fucking tampons, young man. I can promise you the old lady ringing you up at the Piggly Wiggly is NOT giggling to herself and calling you someone’s little bitch. She’s probably praising you for taking one for the team (because your girlfriend certainly can’t leave the house, can she?) and risking ruining your reputation that you’ve build up in your head. Her independence is absolutely irrelevant. If you make your girlfriend leave the house with a wad of toilet paper between her legs, you’re a douche.

Ryan: This list must have been made by a 16 year old.  Who cares if she sends you out to get tampons? I used to send Venice out to get magnums, lube, and a pregnancy test once every few months, so if she returns the favor and has me go get tampons and stain remover, I am okay with that.

Venice: Alright, these are the signs in a woman that let you know that “it doesn’t get better.” High five to the boy who wrote these interesting little tidbits. I applaud the thought he put into it. I hope that instead of receiving author credits for this highly-informative editorial piece, he opted to receive Chuck E. Cheese tokens and a free kid’s meal at McDonald’s (his choice of nuggets or cheeseburger).

Watching Him In His Natural Habitat – My Husband’s Masturbation Habits

OK guys..we’re in the natural habitat of the human man. You can see that it’s a very lush area, not too dangerous, but still want to be careful. Never know what’s lurking. Over here we got vidya games, a stack of gym socks wadded up into little half balls, and a pet lizard. Not too treacherous, but watch your step here.
FEMALE VOICEOVER: Since this is our first time exploring this region, we have to be very careful as we don’t want to upset the delicate balance of this habitat. Although it’s not dangerous, it’s very common for man to live with other creatures, such as other humans, or even animals, in a symbiotic relationship.
Woah woah woah! I think we found one guys! Oh crikey, look at that man on the computer chair watching porn while he strokes his hard cock.  We have to be careful here, you never know when that thing will spit at ya.  It’s okay big fella, I’m not gonna hurt ya.
FEMALE VOICEOVER: Because contact with other humans is inevitable, we all have to be very careful when living with the human. He’s a very loud creature, but when things get really quiet, that’s a sign that he has retreated a private spot.
Take a look at that cock.  See the striping along the center? He must have been a massive fight sometime in his life. And that coloring…just gorgeous! Let’s get a closer loo—woah there! Easy, boy..EASY! We made eye contact..a sign of dominance over his surroundings.
[man covers up as fast as possible and jerks his body away from us]
Oh ho ho! He’s a feisty fella, ain’t he? We caught him off guard.  He’s gonna shell up and protect himself from us.  This could get a bit dangerous. Let’s back away, guys..slowly, slowly. It’s alright big guy, we’re leaving. You’re alright, you’re alright..
FEMALE VOICEOVER: As we leave, we try to follow the golden rule of nature: Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but pictures.
 

Male MasturbationMasturbation is normal for me and Ryan. So much so that when are alone together, watching a movie, laying around, or getting ready for bed, it’s common for us to put a hand down our own pants and just…relax.  Not to orgasm, not to be perverted, but to simply relax. In fact, if he’s not spooning me, I lay in his arm and hold his balls or dick in my hand.  It’s become second nature to me.  Just last night, I was laying next to him watching a movie, and I guess he felt my wrist tendons moving against his leg and asked, “Are you touching yourself?”  I was.  Not to cum, but it just felt good to lay there and tickle my lips while I straddled his body watching a movie together.  We have no shame, because I do this very openly and do not care if he feels, sees, or knows I am playing with myself, even when sex is the furthest things from our minds.

So, one day last week, I decided that I wanted to watch Ryan masturbate like he was alone in the room by himself. Although I have seen him masturbate a lot, it was always with me sitting on his face or laying on his stomach rubbing his balls.  I had never really watched him masturbate like he was totally alone without me helping or being his visual stimulation.   I pulled out his dick as he  sat on his computer chair. He loaded xhamster on his computer as I sat next to him. He got comfortable and searched for “woman deepthroat,” which was perfect. I love to see a woman deepthroat. We both do.

Change of plans.  I need to touch his dick and feel it in my hands.  I can’t just sit there while porn is on, emotionless like it’s a science project.  🙁  Instead of watching him masturbate alone, I decided I would stroke his dick off for him, while he used his free hands to browse porn and do what he would normally do if I was not in the room.  Except obviously he has the benefit of being totally hands free.

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