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| Today, I feel accomplished...I might have found her ultimate buttonShe stayed over for the last two nights but she only had one pantie, so on the second night she hasn't wore any. I didn't touch her that night since I was still having some pretty bad jet lag, and I've cummed twice within the previous 24 hours.
This morning I woke up early, turned on the computer and went on to the internet for half an hour. She woke up, went out to the living room and stood beside me. Without any barrier my hand got naughty, so I played with her clit till she came. She went back to the bed and I went back browsing the internet.
An hour later I went back to the bed too. Somehow she is still wet...perhaps she didn't really came just now. I slipped a finger inside and start scratching around, just for the fun of it. Then out of the blue she told me I just scratched a spot that make her felt really good. Bare in mind that for more than a year, she never really feel anything no matter what my finger did inside her, and I have essentially given up the quest to find her g-spot.
Shocked, I asked her where is the spot and start trying the "retrace my steps". Turns out the spot is smaller than a finger tip and it is slightly indented. This surprised me even more since I did have another g-spot encounter years ago with a Japanese girl. Yes, its size is as small as a finger tip, but it has a rough texture like a cat's tongue. Unfortunately I didn't know how to press that button back then, so I wasn't absolutely sure. Well, nor am I sure about it now. Different women maybe different, or I just got it wrong.
Right or wrong, since she feels good, I may as well play around with it, and so I did. Just one finger, press the indent, and scratch upward. It didn't take long for her to come...perhaps a minute or two. O boy, I will never forget that response. Thinking she may get over-stimulated like in clit orgasm, so I stopped. Then she actually asked me why I stopped and begged me to go back in.
So I restarted, but with an egg vibrator on her clit this time, while my finger was working. It took another minute or two, but this time was even more intense. I was trying not to stop but my finger gave out. She hold on to me so tightly and caught her breath hard...I guess that should be genuine. She also told me if I keep on scratching, she may be able to keep on coming, and it feel so much better than just the clit alone.
Since she is still wet and third time is the charm, so third time it is. Fingers replaced egg this time, so I was going with both hands. She did come, but my hands got tired so it didn't last long, and she also said the egg is actually better. By now the wetness is gone so we call it a day.
O well, I found her ultimate button and gave her several O's, what more can I say? Perhaps I will say this...seeing a girl lost control like this is very satisfying. 
A girl become a woman only after she receives one
A boy become a man only after he gives one
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| The HK Options
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| Battlestar GalacticaThere is something about this theme, as commercialized as it is, that caught my attention, from the very first time i heard it. And I am not even a big fan of BSG (more into Stargate). Maybe it is the drum?
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| Pocket PizzaBought a large pack of pocket pizza last week. Pocket pizza is convenient, taste pretty good, and it is a hot meal unless you decide to eat it straight from the freezer (old people like me prefer hot meal).
The frozen version needs to be microwave for 2 minutes. Usually the content, mostly cheese, leak out on to the dish. That dish can only hold 2, so I have to clean the dish and reload if I want more.
The cheese stick really hard to the dish and it took some real effort to scrape it off, which make me wonder...is it the same inside my guts too?
Meanwhile, 2 more and 2 more, at the end of the lunch I actually finished 6. o_0
Forget about cholesterol and all those craps, it is probably not a good thing to have cheese stick in the intestine like that.
So I tried to look up "cheese" and "intestine" on Pub Med, but nothing meaningful came up, not even an image from an electronic microscope.
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| Breasts, Men, and Women (BMW?)Part I
Quote from Notting hill
Anna Scott: What is it
about men and nudity? Particularly breasts? How can you be so interested in
them?
William: Well...
Anna Scott: I mean
seriously: they're just breasts. Every second person has them. They're odd
looking, they're for milk from your mother. What's all the fuss about?
Perhaps if they are not beacon of fertility and youthfulness,
the interest would fall?
Perhaps if women refrain from hiding their breasts, the
interest will fall?
Perhaps if they are not sexually sensitive, the interest
would fall?
Perhaps if they are shaped like cubes, the interest would fall?
Perhaps if men have them as well, the interest would fall?
Besides, true, they’re breasts. Actually, they’re women’s
breasts, not just female’s breasts, as in that of other animals. It is like the
horns of goats, or the air sacs of frogs. I would even say the women’s breasts,
and how men play with them, is unique among all living beings. I don’t want to
go into all those evolutionary explanations, so let’s just say the obsession
with tits is hardwired in men.
Things get even more interesting when our culture put
clothing into the mix. Let’s face it, clothes may cover some skins, but they can
never extinguish imagination, in fact I think sometimes they are the perfect match. There
are infinite combinations, but in a public setting, loose-fitting tops are
outright sinful.
I am sure every man has had his encounter with those tops,
and the chance to peek through the cleavage, and all the way down. When a girl is
talking to a guy and squeezes her shoulders together or just bows down, it is like
an invitation, and it is almost impolite not to accept her generosity. 
What’s funny is that when she got back up and you refocus
back on her face, sometimes you can sense as if a trace of kinkiness leaks from
the corner of her lips. Nevertheless, whether that is intentional or not, no
one knows, as women will not admit showing just as men will not admit peeping,
at least not up front. So, shhhhhhhh.
I am not trying to justify anything, I am just saying
such behavior exist in all men, whether you like it or not. If a man tell you
otherwise, either he doesn’t like women, or he lies.
And, if all these are sins, I will be happy to go to hell,
with my partner in crime of course.
Part II
Touching them is a whole different story.
I do have preferences for shape and size, everyone does, but
I also know I am dealing with a real person, not a doll. So physical appearance
is more like a gift, I will gladly accept whatever I have, and being healthy is
good enough.
Besides, on top of all these, I think sensitivity is what I
care most. I still believe it is psychological and some people are so
disconnected with their sexuality that they simply shut themselves down.
Unlike unhooking a bra, I like to do this part sitting right
behind my girl, with some clothes on at the beginning. I am obsessed with tank
top, with the bra removed of course. I want to have my body in contact with
every inch of hers, while her back lied comfortably on me.
 A big hug with a kiss on her neck would be a good start. My
lips then spent a few moments with her ear lobe, slight but repeated bites. Arms
wrapped around her waist and palms on her lower abs, above her top. There was only one way to
go, up. I stopped right at the bottom of her breasts. The curviest part, so
well hidden, it is a privilege to touch, to kiss, and to feel. I like to slide
my nails across, ever so slightly. That heated her up a bit, and she began to
rub her cheek against my neck.
It’s probably a good time to give her a little surprise, so
I grabbed the whole breasts suddenly and push in and up as if I want to force
some air out of her. That made her tilted her head backward, onto my shoulder, along
with a sigh, of excitement. I gave her a little naughty smile and asked “you
like that?”, and she repaid me with a slight bite on my neck.
Up a bit more my hands reached the side, which is another
hidden place where men don’t get to see or touch very often. At the same time
my tongue and lips were all over her neck and shoulder. She was certainly not
passive and her hands began to move. One covered my hands as mine moved under
her top to cover the whole tits, the other glided through my hair and cheek as
the fingers from my other hand brushed her from the side, to the armpit, and to the
arm.
Now on top of the icing I placed the cherry between my fingers
and started squeezing, while my palm was massaging the rest of the cake. I
sensed her chest moved faster as her nipple hardens, and the rest of her torso
began to twist and rub against mine. She seemed to want me to attend to the
other nipple as she moved my free hand to her chest, so I gladly obeyed and slipped
it under her top, through her arm as well.
This would be chapter one perhaps? I haven’t even taken off
her tops, nor tasted the cherries yet, but if that make her feel good, I would serve
her for as long as she wanted.
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