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I miss your blog 😢
What exactly about it? Not being renewed with posts? I still experience things, even more intensely, but, as always, I am missing the time to make the lived readable. Is there something specific you would like to know? :)
Pleeease post some recipes for better orgasms...
Have patience, explore yourself and be open for anything, regardless how one labels certain practices. Try autofellatio, stimulate your anus, phantasize about both male and female. Embrace all of it and chose the most suitable to you.Also, try not to aim for the orgasm. let go of the need to end something blissfully. Rather, enjoy the build up and make it last as long as you can. But if you need to finish, concentrate on everyhting that is going on within you. Think of someone you would enjoy sharing such experience. And most of all, orgasm somewhere where everything can be cleaned quickly and efficiently, so you dont have to think of it during the loadout.And try every now and then to orgasm in your mouth or towards it. It makes a difference if that which sprung out of you returns within you. it is, lastly, something that a body readily absorbs.
If this post gets 1000 reblogs I’ll pick 20 random people who follow me to get a private message of me topless.
The only rule is you have to be following me.
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I’m gonna change this. If I get 1000 reblogs EVERYONE gets to see my boobs!
Well, NJA-MI!
Nipple orgasm recipe
1. Be alone
2. Gently touch yourself to sway into the mood
3. Get some oil
4. Rub it on your nipples
5. massage them until you can cover your whole abdomen with precum
6. Once completely enthralled with your lingam, oil it and slowly stroke it from base to tip
7. Take your time. Ten-fifteen strokes are suffice before you pause for a bit with nipple play
8.Repeat several times until you REALLY wish to cum
Now for the fun part!
10. By now your nipples and your penis should be sensitive enough to intensify your pleasure when simultaneously stimulated. To do that, depending on penis size, hunch your back a bit; put your thumbs on the nipples and stretch your fingers towards the lingam. You can either stimulate the fernulum or lock the glans of the lingam with your fingers
11. Put more oil on yourself, the whole torso if you wish, so you do not need to unnecessarily interrupt yourself, and then start simultaneously rub the glans and the nipples. Just be gentle. Lightly feel the nipples with your thumbs and slowly circle them in any direction you want, and with the other fingers glide in very small strokes over the glans. If you do this long enough, you can edge, or even goon!
12. The Important part: the point is to sense how close you are to the point of “no return” AND when to let go of the lingam so you can transfer its pleasurable momentum into the nipples. It is a delicate process, but if “studied” enough, on can even feel near-orgasmic waves of bliss that will completely feel like a series of non-ejaculatory orgasms which I yet have to discover fully.
13. When you reach that transfer, according to your own sensing and pacing, stop rubbing the lingam and just focus on the nipples. continue to circle them with your thumbs until you orgasm.
14. Finnish: It is different then directly stimulating the lingam. it builds up gradually, but more intense. The lingam becomes a volcano, which enchants you more with the pleasuring anticipation of the release than by the release itself. Because you are not really focused on the lingam, you feel it more, every surge of energy being channeled into a very decent load of cum. The build up can be so magnificent, that you will start ejaculate even more precum first and than gush out like you learned and cherished this your whole life. And the best part is that you can continue to rub your nipples all the way through while ejaculating on yourself, without the post-orgasmic burden of a sometimes sore lingam.
15. Wipe yourself of, be sure always to enjoy with yourself and have a nice day!
A brief oral history of a midnight stroke
The Bathroom became the new sanctuary of my special midnight delights. Undressed completely, with nothing but my bathrobe one, stretching toward the lingam commenced. Fortunately, during the last several days I used a moment of arousal and elevated it carefully by touching my self every now and then. Firstly I made sure no one would barge into the bathroom while i am completely uncovered, bending towards something others might consider that it would be more convenient to land into anyone’s mouth rather then my own. Therefore, I waited for midnight. Second, I would make sure that during the long time of stretching my back the body temperature would not fully succumb to the unheated surroundings while being naked. Clothing would merely get in my way, which is why I put a bathrobe on. I felt as if I was preparing for a sacred ceremony, which really calmed me and made me more eager linger towards the lingam.
The I started to bend. Since i was doing this on and off for couple of months, progress was quickly made. Due to the precautions I made, there was no need to rush. It was just me and him, and a forceful spine hold us separate and together, but making every touch between the lingam and my mouth even more intense. I think half an hour passed when I first licked it’s tip. It was a struggle. The closer I got, the more the lingam lost it’s form. I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with my feet elevated on the laundry basket, and after a while in such an extreme position, circulation starts to flow in different ways. Luckily, I wasn’t short with precum, so gently gliding its shaft with the fingers wasn’t really that much of a problem. With these lovely hurdles, I continued to move shiny, purple head. Sometimes, it was so full I could see my own reflection in it, which made me more eager to kiss it.
After licking it several times, but noticing that it was a far reach toward him, and not a position in which the licking could be continued, i closed my eyes and pushed forward again. I felt it was so damn close. And every time my back was in peace with the progress, I pushed even more forward, opening my eyes to witness that my lingam is grasping even more the field of view. After the first half an hour, I just started to lick it vigorously. So happy about the waves of licking, I began to drip even more precum. Blood was rushing swiftly into the lingam. It gently pulsed as I licked it’s every coming drop. But the real highlight was the last fifteen minutes. That is when, after the 30 minutes of stretching and the vigorous licking, I reach the head with my lips. I couldn’t stop sucking the tip. I was mesmerized. It was blissful, and i would continue, but I knew I should take a pause, or better yet, got to bed. but before that I sucked the tip a bit more and even reached the frenulum, the sensitive underside of my lingam. Few more licks and I would have surely reach oragsm, but if my arousal keeps me pushing toward him, I will, satisfyingly unsatisfied, happily serve to that cause! Afterwards, I noticed that my body was completely warms. Circulations was not even the slightest obstructed and I even didn’t feel my spine. Just a soft, emanating sensation of lightness which completely overshadowed every other effect of stretching i experienced. I do not practice yoga, but if this are it’s outcomes, I surely would join the club. So it really ended up more as a trifold exercise of the bodily, carnal and spiritual senses, which I would really turn into a habit. It is really all about build up and not expecting to much. Just go with the flow of your spine and be aware about everything happening to you. For now, the next phase is going to be to consume the head fully and too uncover a bit more the meditative side of a more concrete form of self-loving
Ah....
Finetuning the lingam’s flow with full attention towards the nipples. More dripping, more loving; more loving, more dripping... Completing a cycle in which everything calls forth divine sensation.
Surrender...
I just adore that I am so acquainted with the callings of my bodily arousal that I, on some silent command, slowly start to open my mouth and start to exhale in long vocal moans, ever so louder and deeper as the waves of bliss become more frequent... A warming reminder that depths can be reached with the most slightly touch and it’s gentle cultivation.
The boon of goon
Serendipitously I reached another faze: goon while rubbing my lingam and my nipples simultaneously made the later so sensitive that I consider them know aspects of the lingam. every time I rub them they are fully erect, making me moan and my mouth gap open and spreading orgasmic waves down my lower abdomen, precum gushing from my near instantaneous erection. Slowly falling in love now...
I don't have a cock, but I'm glad to celebrate with you Btw, go check that poem I quoted, if you don't know it already: Lament by Jim Morrison. Amazing :)
I found the reference, but will surely check it out more thoroughly later :)And if you have a yoni :D, then you can surely celebrate as often or even more as I am! Or do you find inspiration somewhere else? I mostly relish the lingam to take care of myself, to acknowledge myself completely in the bond of body and spirit. But my real inspiration lies within the depths of a divine presence of non-presence which is the yoni. Mental and bodily curves gliding readily into the unknown, where every emptiness becomes the potential for sensation, and a basis for being. Without it, itself and aspects it represents, i would not be myself, and without myself, I would definitely need longer to reach the path desired. And you acknowledging that makes it all more worthwhile. Thank you :)
"Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you..." You celebrate your cock, I celebrate your poetry skills...
Hopefully the same applies to you.
Another goodnight lick...
Sleepy, I stretched again before bed time,just to keep my eyes from artificial light at bay. Horny, I tried to reach for the lingam again. Merely 20 minutes was enough to lick it's tip. But as I am not yet in a state of constant and intense arousal, my success was just a remainder that there is a long path ahead before I fully embrace it with my lips. Another week or so, and I could be addicted to it in a whole diffrent manner. Night...
To my love, knowing already that everything is within.
Another morning, another bulge in my pajamas. Where does it come from? Why does it call me? What is the property of it’s sublime manifestation? are matters irrelevant at the moment of it’s arrival. The only dictate needed to be followed is that of cultivation ans self-exploration. Of rise that bulge into an elongated shape and rubbing it gently onto the mattress. One mantra will suffice: caressing yourself in the rhythm and rimes of sensual ebb and flow. Enriching the stillness of the morning with the gasps of your soul, venting itself by myriad glows of the secret of arousal. No vision can penetrate it’s wonders, no words can emphasize it essence, no firm deliberation can tap it’s endless source for eternity. No. On simple must be ready to fall, to fall in love with it, to purposefully forget yourself for a “self” that long past outgrew you. Roots so deep that nothing can get to them: no image, no memory, no learned ways, not even your sense of belonging. For there is no such place to belong if you belong anywhere, if you love yourself, if your being breaths with the depths always masked by categories and properties of function, necessity and exchange. Of course, they are essential, but foremost there are here as groundwork, as a cycle reconnected to begin a cycle again. In it, and around it, there is no place, no divide and no measure, but the slowly stretching limits of a non-place named pleasure. A deep seated craving for sensation. A lust that lingers and grows. A life so brilliant that death as the truest form of immortality never stops tasting it. It is a notion of a motion which gets easier as our lives become more challenging, as the blackness of our nights and the lowest depths of our Seelengrund mark the divine contrast of our ascent. And luckily, both these ways are simple: when one falls and when one rises; when one depletes itself with the fervent glow of the sun and rejuvenates itself in the complete absence of everything unnecessary but the moment through which we sense it. Both seem spontaneous and natural, unforced and essential, ordinary and extraordinary. But what makes all the differences is never the end, never the cessation, never the fading of that which has given all there is, patiently resting in convalescence. No, it is the beginning. The infinitely arduous moment in which the impossible turns possible and where the false becomes the truth: that you always can go further and that you always can move one, but not until every ounce of your being is set to fully give them selves to the cause chosen. And with such determination, which cause wouldn’t be noble, reachable, simultaneously ordinary and extraordinary? Truly, one just needs to listen. To hear oneself filling slowly to the brim of your being and start to flow as the yoni and the lingam being kissed and caressed with the devotion of evergiving love. And never, never, never to forget that such loves comes from them as it comes from you. Both forgetting everything, but to be. Gradually ever evolving into the silence of understanding and the the tongue of worship and pleasure. One simple touch after another reaching always more than you can imagine. For you are not an imagination: you are a realization. You are a reality of love. Growth begetting growth. Light loving light. Pain fostering pleasure and expanding the universal measure of life and love. A song of yourself you never grow old with. Just sing: the echoes of your voice will fill you, and call forth those who will truly love you.
Begining.
I did it. The lingam was within the grasp of my tounge. Not much is now to be said. For almost a week a told myself I would only erupt if I lick it. After several attempts, the tip of my tongue finally tasted precum directly for the source. I was so exhilarated and aroused that I needed a slight pause so I wouldn’t accidentally ruin my orgasm. A few more hardworked licks and everything found its place. Cum spraying into my mouth, with a desire to kiss the lingam whole, and never waste it’s flow again... Night...
I do wish someone would read this. I never felt hungrier in my life. An hour ago I was stretching, sitting on my toy. The goal was to felate myself. I swear, another millimeter and it would be done, but I had other things to do. Now, clean and horny, I watch others worshiping their own lingam. Now I cannot stop rubbing my nipples and dripping precum. Divine...
New plain
A short update: I don’t remember when i masturbated. I think it has been a week. A fulfilling one. My nipples are so sensitive that every touch sent consumes me twofold: first forcing me to touch my nipples successively, and several seconds later sending waves of tingling warmth to my my lower abdomen and groin. I is as I have two erections, one traveling from my nipples downward inside of me, and the other upward manifesting as my rock hard lingam. I can’t wait to stretch myself again sitting on my toy...
Complete...
I am gradually falling into love with my desperation to completely stroke my lingam. So much, right now, that I needed to stretch myself for an whole our just to get used to the level of arousal. Fortunately and unfortunately, after the stretching I am so horny that i can feel the longing spreading through my mouth. And when I crouch, I just want to fill my behind and have something to suck on. Usually I am straight, but the cultivation of the senses bent me so much that I could fully receive anybody’s touch, with ALL the attention it deserves... I will go exercise now, hiding a toy within. Bye!
Thirst
Mmmm, I love the smell of my wet lingam in the morning. It lured me into a warm cycle of happiness, from which it grew so seductive in shape and smell. Since yesterday I felt his presence again, coming from within. I chose not to touch it, but to feel it out just as it beckons me to stroke it over and over again: as a concentrated, growing longing emerging of a long, restful slumber. I only look at it, leaking and throbbing, trying to outgrow it’s form, and flooding me with certainty that it is the threshold of a universe only reached within, therefore open to anyone who will patiently succumb to it’s ebbs and flows. At this very moment, it is so sensitive that it ensnared me yet into another spiral of pleasure: aroused, i gush with the aphrodisiac of precum - as it spills over the head of the lingam, it starts to flow down the lingam’s shatf, so gentle as if it dictates the tide of time. Every gliding millimeter is felt, every pour is conquered by the charms of viscous flow. And with it, I fall to it’s pray, pouring even more precum down a path well chosen, wanting even more of it... So much, that I am instantly compelled to gently rub my nipples, imitating the slow descent of the lingam spirits down it’s strong, bodily spine... While I write this, yet another drop conquered me. I cannot help it. I clench my PC muscle and cast out even more of it. I am so full of it, that I am on the brink to reveal myself fully here. It is an immense pleasure to chronic this while denying myself the full touch of my hand on it. The lingam is now constantly erect, waiting to erupt and forcing me into other means of pleasing him. As a resutl, I spanked myself today, till i was red like him. My chest, my stomach, my behind, and even my anus got what they deserved: marked by the colors of their hungry master; serving him to completely fulfill their duty of tasting pain an pleasure alike in the sublime sublimation which Life is. Even hunger in such mercy, an emptying found for that which most strongly is on the Edge... Tonight, prior to sleep, all focus will rest on him. Palms resting on the mattress, body naked, covered in sheets, and in his ebb and flow, the hardship of reaching bliss shall be eternal: to be reached and to be felt. Just exactly what one needs to do with the gift of Life. Not only with the lingam, but with everything that constitute it: caring, loving, learning, being. Inside and out, just as the Lingam calls me...
