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Great rings!
Hell yeah! Gorgeous in so many ways
One sexy mother ill be your bitch
Hot
Damn hot clouds 😍
Regardless of how much fun you have, safety should always come first 👍 Recognise when you're having trouble or your partner is having trouble... Especially if you 💉 👌
I’ve not given up on you, regardless of whether we are still together.
Been compiling all the research I’ve done over these past 2 years to find a solution to your issues (both pre-existing & drug-induced).
For the record, I wasn’t cheating on you despite what you might think. That’s the meth-induced hallucinations I’ve been seeing growing worse in you.
The incident where I went to meet a supp to grab a puff was due to the sudden disappearance of my whole family (my support system), your nonchalance to that fact, and your growing hostility days leading up to my parents’ departure (no doubt it was due to lies told to you by the losers who banged you when you cheated even before that fateful weekend).
Nonetheless, like I said, what’s wrong is wrong; any reasons are subjected to the acceptance of the other party 🙏
Same applies to you meeting way more guys and getting fucked by all of them that weekend, before you confronted me after my parents had flown off. I’ll never forgive that hypocrisy.
And I’m writing it down here so that it will serve as a reminder and hopefully also as a trigger to remind you of all the numerous incidents which you were not just hypocritical but you were also manipulative, cruel, hurtful (physically, emotionally, mentally), shameless, cheap; because I know how your condition buddies up with the meth to selectively erase your memories.
For the record once again, despite how bad the last sentence sounds, I truly believe you couldn’t remember, and not that you were pretending. Hence the need to gift you the compiled research as a detailed hypothetical cure, before you downward spiral to your impending death, which from all the research is pointing to, that will be the inevitable end to this dreadful combi.
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And in case you don’t read the article out of spite, then heed this important piece of advice:
DO NOT USE 5-HTP DURING OR STRAIGHT AFTER SESSION! IT WILL LEAD TO NEUROTOXICITY! 🚫☠
5HTP might be the most common supplement for boosting serotonin, but research is showing it causes problems when mixed in with meth! 😲
There are other supplements which can boost serotonin. Similarly, take these other supplements only after sleeping post-session 👍
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Sleep-wise, research has shown chemically-induced sleep (sleeping pills like Xanax, Eremin/Happify etc) will not reach R.E.M state, which means you regain your energy but your brain/body does not repair itself.
Stick to herbal sleeping aids or better still, melatonin, which research on mice has shown: that taking melatonin as a daily supplement can attenuate meth-damage to the brain by almost 100%. Suggested using 5mg per day, and 10mg the next few days post-session 💪
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Resveratrol, found in red grapes and (hence) also red wine, have been proven to curb meth cravings. So if you’re afraid to use melatonin too often, you can have a glass of red wine before you sleep. It’s supposed to boost neurogenesis, and repair the blood brain barrier which the meth breaks down in the end.
Since the brain is the control center and hence must be the last one standing, the rest of the body will experience cell-damage before the blood brain barrier is finally breached (hence most people don’t exhibit any psychological side-effects till about 2 years of regular cf; regular refers to once every fortnight or more, because it takes at least 2 weeks to leave the blood stream, so that sort of frequency means it has never really left the body).
Perpetual short term memory loss is one of the first symptoms that the blood brain barrier has been breached. The sequence of damage parallels the onset of Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s.
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Synthetic supplementation is still risky because long term effects are still not known to researchers. Hence working natural remedies into daily diet works much better, and is easier to execute 👍
The top ones I’m going to recommend are green tea, chocolate (cocoa), honey, tumeric+black pepper, apple cider vinegar, herbs and spices (especially oregano, sage, thyme, garlic), trehalose (a sugar substitute derived from mushrooms, also touted as the possible youth elixir, available from Phoon Huat)
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I know 2 guys who have died from slamming recently, one of whom you know as well, one half of a couple that we met together in a work setting. Over-slamming (either too high an amount in one shot, or too short a frequency between shots) can lead to heart seizure, or hyperthermia (overly high body temperature) which will fry your brains.
I’ve seen your recent pics, one of which shows really darkened legs, a sign of too much meth, which constricts the blood vessels, leading to terribly bad circulation. Puffing will never lead to that unless you’re an industrial chimney 😒
Not wanting to see you have your limbs amputated, I’ll have to tell you reluctantly that AAKG or nitric oxide will reverse that… Should save you money on buying viagra too since it serves the same purpose 😝
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I’ve found the research which indicates that this is also a legit cure to respiratory depression (body unable to process oxygen) which is the last stage from G-overdose (regardless of GBL or GHB or even poisoning from crossing either G with alcohol), just before people die from their organs shutting down due to the lack of oxygen being processed anymore in the body.
For GBL, which is what we are commonly taking… 3 to 7ml is considered mild overdose, usually leading to puking and a little gasping for air (due to the respiratory depression; 7ml and above is major overdose which will lead to the 3 stages (that I went through, remember that incident?):
1. a mild drunken-like high/happy mood 2. hypothermia: body temperature dropping suddenly (which was why I stood in the shower for more than an hour with the water blasting at almost scalding temp and made you run back and forth to make hot chocolate for me to drink while I was in the shower) 3. respiratory depression: start to feel light-headed and blacking out despite trying to take super deep breaths. Breathing was actually fine, it was the body that wasn’t processing the oxygen properly even though I was breathing as hard as I can.
Administrating a scoop of AAKG during this last stage (take note: not before!) can counter the respiratory depression. AAKG is metabolised into nitric oxide in the body. If someone overdosed on G and goes into unconsciousness, the A&E will let the patient breathe nitrous oxide, which is also converted to nitric oxide in the body, to counter the respiratory depression.
So for the record again, when I ingested more than 10ml of G 2 years back because of you (and you also left me to my own device, and I had to calm you down on top of googling non-stop how to save myself); I didn’t survive because I was lucky, it’s because my intuition was right that AAKG could work.
I know from peeking into your journal that you said sourly that I think I’m a hero from that incident… I was really shocked and saddened to read that… 😔
Well, from all the homework I put into the research, and intuitively surviving that fiasco to spread these important info, I AM A HERO! 😠
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I’m slowly returning to the state before I met you, more assured and more confident. And I regret how things ended between us, and also regret not being able to share more good memories with you… 💔
I wasn’t aware my family met you to get back my stuff (they were actually there to get their mibox, not so much for me 😜). So I wasn’t avoiding you in case you thought so… I was preoccupied handling other bizarre/terrible things happening on the biz-end.
On hindsight, I don’t blame you for much. I do see that things started getting turbulent only after I left my job and you pulled out of the company. I had troubling juggling from your sudden exit and finances took a dive of course. Knowing that your childhood financial situation has always left a shadowy imprint on you, I understand why the story unfolded that way in the end… 😢
Recognising that, and with no family around to act as my support pillars, I resisted from trying to patch things with you… Being the pragmatic geek, it would have been a waste of time and might have led to my death eventually, and you know I draw the line at self-damage despite my seemingly masochistic behaviour in our rs…
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I didn’t give up, but am in the process of righting those issues that stand in our way. You probably have given up long ago but I need you to know that I haven’t given up… Neither on you nor on us 👍
I’m going to let time be the ultimate test. I need time to get my life back in order anyway. Psychologically, I have resolved everything that has been plaguing me all my life (6 months with no ties to anyone is a lot of time to reflect, psychoanalyse, and resolve). I just need to get the biz back up and finally enjoy the rest of my life properly 😁
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Thank you for being the catalyst in my life to lead me to recognise and hence resolve a lifetime of issues 💪 And I dare say if I didn’t love you enough and loved you correctly… to force myself to analyse the rs and adjust myself to right the situations every time, none of those positive aspects would have been possible.
You, who were not brought up in a way to know love, recognise it, practise it (through no fault of your own, ultimately it’s always due to childhood trauma that can’t be undone)… ironically received true love 😜
You might have doubted it because you’ve never been familiar with it, but hindsight would have revealed its authenticity long ago… Too bad you don’t practise hindsight due to denial… 😔
That’s your emotional suppression biting you in the ass, blinding you to facts and leading you to false assumptions and subsequently hallucinations! 😤
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Live well baby, I truly loved you and still do 😘 Please don’t damage yourself further in case you are truly meant to be my eventual partner. You owe me that at least 😉 😜
Love you and Merry Christmas… We’ll see if we’re fated to meet again ♥
P. S: a more detailed document that results from my compiled research will be released shortly soon. That’s my gift to you, and also a symbol of the love I bear for you. Tis the season of forgiveness, I forgive you and still love you and miss you 👍 😉 😘
Yours sincerely, Dear/Daddy
Thank you for making it so easy to let go after 6 mths.
You chose to kick me when I’m down, multiple times these past 3+ years, and I held myself back when you did it at the lowest point of my life. I’ve been stalking you to see what sort of crap you allow to breed you and feed you… and it’s nauseating. After 6 months of observation, the disgust has overwhelmed any sadness you seeked to cause. I have no idea how you live with yourself day after day, choosing to spurn your partner for anything that has a cock and has stuff… It says more about you than me, when people sneer to me “how come he just let anyone touch him…eeyer…” 😫 I’m intrigued to hear how you spin more absurd excuses to validate your actions, but thankfully I won’t have to, those days are finally over! 🎉 Blame the stuff, blame me, blame your family, blame the weather for all I care, just return me my belongings which you have zero decency in attempting to return… I don't even have enough clothes to last a week! You might have once resembled a human being in the first 1.5 years of the relationship, but the rest of it you were demonic (from cheating and slamming behind my back), even choosing to sully my name instead of admitting your faults. You wrecked my family ties, you emotionally blackmailed me to stay away from friends to make me hang on to you frantically, whilst you kept kicking me aside to see how firm I can hang on. You took advantage of the fact that I chose to see the good in you, and manipulated me like a puppet, then screamed to whoever you offered your ass to that I have abused you… Even getting them to gang up to cyber bully me. I’ve been bullied since young because I always chose peace over retaliation, but when self-preservation is threatened, I have never failed to execute swiftly and mercilessly. NPD is a choice, especially if you’re aware of it; psychopaths may not have a choice, but they are incapable of human love as the rest of us know it. Either way, this has come to an end. I won’t let the snake live long enough to bite me again. Heed this post, “baby”.
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Fag son
Loving Daddy 😍
How a daddy should behave
Teach your son to serve you by guidance and instruction, not force or abuse Your son serves you, you pamper your son. Teach your son respect by example: be respectful. Don't cuss or call him derogatory names. Don't cause pain or discomfort unless requested. Wild rough sex is only part of the spectrum. Show your son sensual love making to show how much you love him. Healthy mind, healthy body. Do not mess with his mind nor overdose his body to achieve compliance. If he truly loves his daddy, he will do so in his own right. If he doesn't, you didn't behave right as a daddy. Protect your son from villains lurking in the shadows, just to have a piece of his ass, to abuse him, to lead him astray. The world is nasty and they will stop at nothing to steal your precious boy.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I couldn't save you from yourself. I'm sorry I trusted you too much when you said you wanted a closed relationship, that I didn't see you cheating and slamming behind my back so often that your hair was falling, that the skin on your fingertips were splitting, that you were in constant psychopathic rage... I should have recognised the signs and intervened in time... I'm sorry that my self esteem was not good enough to let me see the truth, that it distracted me from the real problem, that I kept taking on the blame and made changes to myself, which on hindsight is of course, of totally zero use to the real problem... I'm sorry that I tried so hard to do the right thing that you had nothing to pin on me when you did something wrong, and you ended up very delusional and paranoid that I must be awfully deceptive which is why things seemed so smooth sailing... I'm sorry that your life didn't give you the opportunities to see and believe in the good of people, that you'd always suspect I have a hidden agenda and made you always strike first so that you won't be at a disadvantage... And more sorry that I vowed to show you and convince you through demonstration but wasn't fast enough to execute it before I had to let it end. I'm sorry that I gave you the impression that you actually loved me and now understand love. You enjoyed my company sometimes, enjoyed the sex at the beginning before you got bored, and got used to me trying to take care of you, and learning how when I didn't know how to. That's not exactly love. That's a fondness for a stranger that grew closer than a normal friend. I'm sorry that I didn't know how to show you that love is a 2-way street, and it is that failure to let you understand what love really is, that made you stomp on me every time some major upheaval happened in my life, because it took my focus away on you... that it made you ignore me those few times in 3 years when I tried to share any sort of fear or sadness with you, especially about my family. I'm sorry that I couldn't read the signals well enough from you in bed, and ended up that I wasn't dominant enough when I thought you wanted sensual, and not sensual enough when I thought you wanted dominant. I'm sorry that I took your words literally when you said you wanted me dominant, or when you wanted me sensual. I'm sorry that I still hadn't learnt my lesson to ignore the literal words and focus on your non verbal cues. I'm sorry that I didn't let you check my phone immediately because I was annoyed that you said that only you could check my phone and I wasn't allowed access to yours, even though you obviously slammed and was sweating profusely and acting violent and angry. I'm also sorry that I got annoyed that you let me starve for hours even though you said you'd meet me for dinner but went to cheat, slam and get rough-fucked, then drove to my house and spied on me at my window for hours, hoping to catch me cheating first. I'm sorry I didn't cheat but was actually starving, and ruined your plans, hence you had to resort to unreasonable unfounded accusations to discard your guilt. I'm sorry that I tried to take the chance to show you how affected and under influence you were, every time you slammed and cheated, that I took up your (previously in a fit of anger) suggestion to film us when we were quarreling, to make you see that you were getting out of hand. I'm especially sorry because I needed to get enough footage to convince you hence i delayed your getting your hands on my phone, that you suspected that I was somehow remotely controlling my phone, and using that delay to delete sext messages on my phone. I'm sorry that I laughed at that particular paranoia because my IT skills weren't of such level and the phone screen was flickering on and off only because the wireless mouse I Bluetooth-ed to my Android phone was shifting continuously on the uneven sofa directly under the ceiling fan. I'm sorry it must have seemed sinister to you hence you thought I was doing something evil. I'm sorry that I couldn't shake off your unfounded paranoia that I stole 'stuff' and set it aside, to secretly cheat and use it with other people. I'm sorry that I didn't display enough integrity to convince you thoroughly that I wouldn't do what you have done to me before, that I wouldn't exact the same revenge in spite, because I know how painful it felt. I'm sorry that you had to search the room for my alleged theft for 3 hours, and sorry that in my attempt to shorten the paranoia, I suggested a systematic way to check everything. I'm sorry that you thought I sat on the bed acting blur, even though it was in fear of how you were behaving and that it's something permanent that I couldn't reverse. I'm sorry that you ended up having to recheck everything for another 2 hours, because I couldn't dispel your paranoia. I'm sorry that I didn't just grab you and abused you and roughed you up the way you wanted the other guys you cheated with to do to you. I'm sorry I didn't have the ability to cause pain to someone I love, because I believed you when you told me it was demeaning when those people did abusive acts to you. I'm sorry that I didn't realise you said it for my benefit, and sorry that I respected you too much to treat you like a common chill slut. I'm sorry I don't seem as 'manly' because I treat people with respect, and hence made you reject my sexual advances for years, to make me pay for that transgression. I'm sorry that I couldn't convince you that I'm really just being real all the time, that you easily believed other chillers when they lied that I was slutting around behind your back, just to get you to sleep with them to spite me in revenge. I'm sorry that I was too naive, that I didn't anticipate how terrible people can behave to feel 'superior', to pleasure themselves, that I allowed all these to affect our relationship. I'm sorry most of all that I couldn't try to get you back again, to come up with a new solution to attempt to make it work, to show you and the world how to truly love someone. I'm sorry that my close friends have abandoned me because I refuse to leave you, and hence I lost one pillar of support. I'm sorry my brother suddenly decided to migrate with his family, and with my nephews and niece gone (the brightest lights in my life), I lost another major pillar of support. I'm sorry you decided to kick me out of your life (and our room) the same day my parents flew off to find my brother, so that you could start sleeping with other guys. I'm sorry that without any sort of emotional support, any endeavour to reconcile with you, might land me in my grave. I'm sorry that I still love you so much, and that love might have been for the fictional portrayal at the start of the relationship. I'm sorry that I tried so hard, over and over again, and kept dragging you back into the relationship... when you obviously were tired of me, and kept me in your life out of sympathy. I'm sorry that I kept making you miserable even though I keep saying how much I love you. I'm sorry that I can't be there to soothe you and hug you to sleep when you have night terrors after you've been under influence. I'm sorry that I can't research and find ways to counter any health, skin problems you might have, to advise you in ways you could impress your boss at work, to cook for you and make you things that you like and that would make me proud to see you use or wear. I'm sorry that I wasted your effort in letting me meet your family, even extended family, and even your friends and letting them suspect your sexuality. I'm sorry that I couldn't find a way to let you both cheat yet retain your memories of us, to help you retain those memories of our trips to Bangkok and Vietnam, that were all vanquished from your mind once you slammed, and could think of nothing but getting fucked, by anyone. I'm sorry also that the original plan to create lots of happy memories for you to fall back on, like going for plays and musicals, café hopping, uncommon weekend activities to make longer lasting impressions, was totally undermined by your conscious decision to cheat and slam, even though we were already aware that memory loss was occurring. I'm sorry that I couldn't make the relationship fun and meaningful enough for you to choose me over having wild bb slamming sessions with any sort of guy who would have you. I'm so so so sorry that it's not within my ability to touch you with my love and effect a change, or maybe I don't have enough love in me to do it despite me thinking that I could show this dismal world what true love is. I love you baby, and it's not sarcasm at all when I say it for the last time, your daddy is sorry that he didn't make you feel safe and loved enough that you had to find other daddies. I'm truly sorry 🙏
My words: Slept with the enemy for 3 years... Even after break up, he screams for attention like a spoilt child. Never felt guilt, never had true remorse, blames the whole world, especially me, for his narcissistic selfish promiscuous reasons. Guess what? I don't frigging care. You are as worthless as you think you are. I thought differently so I treated trash like treasure. But your life and death means nothing to me, just like when you always sabotaged me and left me to die. Find all the quotes you need to paint a wholesome picture of yourself, tell all the lies to your worthless men you submit to, for them to abuse like a bitch in heat, play the hapless victim all you want. You are silent because you have nothing to say, nothing to prove your innocence, nothing that I want to hear anymore anyway. I can't be bothered to read your emails, your texts, or any trace of your existence. Yes, you spent time and effort writing those cos you're too lazy to improve your communication skills, and also to use "poor linguistic expression" to gain sympathy. And after all that effort choosing your words, I couldn't be bothered to read them. Just like the way you don't read my words, hear me speak, see my efforts. You got a teeny weeny free sample only. Actual product you gave me was a giant hamper. The person I fell in love with was fictional. All the acts of love I displayed was not for you, but meant for that fictional character you played so well in the first season (alas, like everything you do with no perseverance and patience, it was downhill acting, nonsensical scripting, with zero direction). You don't deserve anything to do with love, to do with me. After 3 years, I'm a better person not because of you. It's in spite of you! You deserve no credit for me improving myself except for being the biggest bastard the world has ever known, to the person you claimed you love. If that was love, I can't imagine what you'd do when you hate. No, that's not true. You'd already begun showing it towards the end of 3 years, because you hated that I was the only one in the world that saw how wicked you were, even though I truly blamed your narcissistic personality disorder and not your real person. I'm sure you are now in the midst of showing me just how cruel you can really be. Bring it on. I want to see you self-destruct when you are finally unable to look at yourself in the mirror without sneering in disgust. These 3 years you criticised, degraded, abused me; you screamed, you shouted just because you felt like it; the only silence I got from you was when I tried to resolve our issues, or when I needed someone to talk to, or when you were obviously wrong. I'm loud now because there's no reason to stand down. Loud isn't wrong, because I've found my voice finally; blame isn't wrong because you're despicable no matter how hard I tried; anger isn't wrong because the rest of the world is even angrier for me. You said if we ever break up, you'd wish me well. You choose the lowest points in my life to cast me out every time, and still make sure I am aware of your sexual escapades by sending those people to contact me. This is sick. I'd say it back to you, you just wanna win, though you possess no skill, integrity nor intelligence; you gym and prim and pose in front of mirrors to dazzle with your slightly above average looks. Kudos to you for getting this far in life with so little. You win ok? Please leave me to my own 'perceived reality" like you always say. I want to move on. I deserve to move on. I put in more effort in this rs than any gay or straight couple I know. A landslide avalanche compared to your efforts. Wait, I take that back. You did spend a lot of effort in this rs... On how to cheat, how to blame, how to deceive, how to manipulate, how to destroy my ties with my loved ones, how to put on a facade to self-victimise, how to be vague/distract/deflect to tear the glaring attention away from your evil deeds. Like a spoilt child, you grew tired and lost interest after a short while, but decided to be a cruel bully to see how much you can torture me. You claim family is important but I've seldom seen you even put your own immediate family in priority. Frustrated that people might judge you for having no morals and values, you grudgingly accommodate them to put on appearances. Yet after traveling back, you indulge in your decadent disgusting sleazy sex drug binges again, annoyed if your family overasks. Away from anyone that matters since they are in sg, you go even more overboard, bringing back diseases and accusing me of causing infection You have zero purpose in life, and exist for no reason. You cause strife and malice wherever you go, but of course it's not your fault. It never is. Yes, words are powerful, especially those that ring with truth, not those shrouded in vagueness. If they seem loud, it's because your lies sound faint in the presence of truth.
His words.
Weeks-load of cum waiting for a cute boy’s mouth to blow with smoke and swallow every drop... not a drop to be wasted. PM if you are young, submissive, loves to blow with smoke, and can’t wait for my multiple loads 👍
Doctor Winston Lee Hunky and good looking doctor in Singapore
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Beginner’s guide to being a good top
As long as you can stay hard, then you can top - that doesn’t take much instruction. If you want to be the kind of top that bottoms will crave, that they’ll think about for days on end, that will make them cum without even touching themselves, then this guide is for you:
Foreplay:
Take time for foreplay. Bottoming only feels good when you’re relaxed, so take the time to treat him right and get him in the right headspace.
Pay attention to his body language. Test out different ways of pleasing him (different ways to play with his ass, cock, body, etc.). Gauge his reactions, and you’ll learn all his sweet spots. This will be key when you’re actually fucking.
Ask them what they want. Not only will the resulting dirty talk be hot and sexy, but you can find out how to press their buttons. Nobody knows their butt better than they do.
Compliment them! Tell them what gets you turned on about them. Compliment their eyes, their nose, their butt, their cock, whatever you like.
DO NOT BRAG ABOUT YOUR DICK (or anything else for that matter). There is nothing more annoying than listening to some self-congratulatory loser talk about how great he is and how lucky you are to be bottoming him. This bottom chose to sleep with you, so he knows what’s good about you, so you don’t need to tell him. This goes double if you sound like the best thing about you is your dick - no one cares that much
Figure out some way to loosen him up a little beforehand. The easiest methods are either to finger him or eat him out.
Very important note on fingering: The prostate is located a few inches deep, towards the front of their body. You should be able to feel it, and he’ll definitely respond when you play with it. Focus on gently rubbing this as you finger him. You don’t want to press it with much force, since it’s very sensitive, but stimulating it lots will make it much, MUCH easier to get them to cum (especially if you’re going for the no-hands orgasm)
Not everyone likes these, so you may have to get a bit more inventive. A massage never fails to relax someone.
Sex:
Start slowly! He may tell you that he can handle anything, but it’ll feel better if you give him a minute to get used to you. Very slowly push your head against his hole, and continue to push inside him slowly and continuously (going smoothly and not stopping is much easier to handle than starting and stopping over and over).
Especially for hung guys: Don’t go balls deep all at once. Save an inch or so for when he’s used to you. It’ll be easier to handle that kind of deep penetration later, and it’s a very pleasant surprise.
Once he’s relaxed enough to take you actually moving inside of him, you can start to speed up, but remember that the sex is not all about your dick moving in his ass. Play with his dick, make out with him, caress him, grab him, talk dirty, do whatever turns you both on. This is when you can really exploit all those sweet spots you learned during foreplay.
Once it’s in, keep it in. If you keep pulling out and going back in, he’ll be way sore in no time. Even if he can handle it, it’ll make the rest of the experience less fun. Only pull out when he asks, or when you want to change positions, and you should do so slowly!
Don’t go over the top. A solid pace is usually better than alternating between fast and slow, but sometimes passionate moments should lead to some harder fucking.
Don’t try to go harder than you can handle - you’ll end up cumming before you want to
As for how long to hold out, don’t try to make yourself last forever. If you go for too long, he’ll feel less pleasure compared to his pain, and he’ll be much looser, which isn’t great for you. Good sex is about technique, not duration.
Pay attention to their face! It can be hard tell if their moaning is from pain or pleasure, so it’s up to you to tell when they’re really enjoying themselves. Learn what their different facial expressions really mean.
As a general tip, an open mouth usually means that they’re enjoying themselves, whereas a closed mouth or lip-biting typically means that they’re enduring pain.
Change positions a few times. Different positions feel wildly different as a bottom, and those sensations are highly dependent on the shapes of your dick and their ass. Try out a few positions to figure out what makes their toes curl. Avoid constantly changing around so that it doesn’t break the mood.
Make sure to please yourself, too! It’s extremely hot to know that the top is enjoying himself, so do what you like to make it good for you, too. He’ll appreciate (and so will you, of course)
Learn these lessons, and your bottom will appreciate it more than you can imagine.
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