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Dax

His Loves – His Pain

This is a short excerpt from the Novel by Robert Morgansfield.

How strong a love can hate be?

Suddenly he could not breathe. With all his strength he tried sucking in air, he tried pulling in air by expanding his lungs, but all his efforts were futile, and the intensity of the pain was matched with utter panic. Silently Dax screamed and screamed for his mother.

As Dax and his uncle were waiting on the bus that would take them to the North West side, he noticed a boy, about his age, literally fighting with his mother. At least Dax presumed the lady was the little boy’s mother. The streets were filled with people in cars and trucks. Hurrying, to where Dax had no idea. The side walks were filled with people. Mostly people that spoke with a language that Dax did not understand. There were hardly any children about, Dax being a child noticed this right away. The only child that Dax noticed was this little boy with his mother.

The boy was kicking and hitting the lady. The lady held on to the little boy by his arms, even though he was struggling to be free. The boy was a thin lad and came up to even with the lady’s breasts. The boy was not very dark in complexion; Dax could not tell what race the boy was. His mother was about the same color. She was tall, she was seemed very frail, but very pretty. Dax admired the blue jeans the boy was wearing. Dax had noticed them because they were the same kind of blue jeans that Dax had asked his uncle to buy for him, but the pants cost much more that the pants his uncle was buying for himself. The boy was wearing a blue tee shirt with a superman logo on it. Dax wished he had a shirt like that one. He wondered why the little boy was being so mean to his mother. He wondered also why the mother had not put the little boy over her knees and whipped his butt. Dax knew that if he had ever done that to his uncle or even to his grandmother, he wuld have gotten a whipping where he could not have sat down for days.

Suddenly the little boy wrenched free of his mother and ran into the street into moving traffic. Cars were honking their horns and there were sounds of tires screeching as cars came to a stop to avoid hitting the little boy. One car which had stopped right in front of the little boy, the driver, a burley looking white man with several teeth missing, all in the front of his mouth, shouted curse words at the mother, about her “bad assed brat” One of the stopped cars was filled with nuns wearing black robes with white head wear, one of them made the sign of the cross and shook their heads in disbelief. The little boy kept running across the street as if he was not aware of the traffic. The little boy ran into a car, but that did not stop him, he went around the car and kept running until he was across the street. His mother stopped chasing him once he was in the traffic. It was as though she did not want to cause him to get hit by cars. But he did not look back so he did not know that she was not chasing him. After the traffic had all came to a complete stop the drivers all waited for the mother to cross the street so she could retrieve her son. The traffic resumed after both the boy and his mother was safely across the street. The mother was now right behind him trying to catch him as he had ran into a drug store that was near by on the opposite side of the street from where they had been waiting for the bus. As she opens the door to go into the drug store the little boy ran into her dropping from his arms bags of candy that he had, obviously grabbed upon entering the store. He must have just taken them because he had not had time to pay for them. The mother held the little boy by the neck of his tea shirt, as she escorted him back into the store with his loot. Immediately they were coming out of the store again.

The mother had gathered the material of his tea shirt so the neck of the shirt was so small that the little boy could not slid out of it as he was trying to do. She tried to pick him up and hold him close to her chest but he hit her in the face. So she just pushed him along in front of her as she tried to get him back across the street to the bus stop. The little boy sat down in the street and refused to move their light had changed from green to yellow and to red and cars had started honking their horns trying to get the lady to move her son from in the middle of the north bound lane. The little boy refused to get up and walk so the mother just pulled him and drugged him toward the curb a head of them. A couple of men helped the lady get herself and her son out of danger of being hit by moving cars. One of the men asked the lady if she wanted him to help her hold the little guy down so she could whip his but. The lady explained to him that she would sure be glad if he would do that. After they were safely across the street, the lady sat down on one of the ad benches and she and the man laid the struggling little boy across her lap and she commenced to spank him with her hand. The little fellow was kicking and screamed as if some one was killing him, all the time saying I hate you mommy you bitch, you bitch. The man pulled the boys pants down so the woman’s hand would be hitting bare skin. After a few moments of his mother whaling on his bottom he stopped kicking and screaming. “I will be good mommy”, he promised, “I’ll be good”. Immediately the mommy stopped spanking him and let go of him so he could get up. At that moment some lady with a police officer by her side grabbed the lady’s arm and yanked it away from the little boy’s body as the mother was in the process of hugging her son. “I’m Mrs. Brown” this lady said “I am with DCFS and I am taking protective custody of this child and you are under arrest for child abuse”.

The lady tried to explain to the lady that the boy was completely out of control and he was in danger of hurting himself and causing an accident.

“She is lying” the little boy said, “The bitch was hitting me for no reason”.

The lady tried to appeal to the police officer but the police officer would not let the lady talk; he said “Lady all I know is this is this woman’s job. She said I am to take you and place you under arrest so that is what I am going to do”

The lady: “But officer” The police officer jerked the lady and spun her around and pushed her up against a near by car and ruthlessly pined the lady’s hands behind her back and cuffed her. Other people were also trying to explain to the police officer what had happened. But he was not listening to them. Suddenly there was a loud, almost deafening sound of tires screeching and a loud echoing bang as a large Simi truck hauling gasoline, came to a screeching stop jackknifing as it did so and almost hitting the lady and the police officer and the DCFS worker as well as Dax and his uncle. As the truck was jack knifing it had struck a van that was coming from the opposite direction. The police officer snatched his pistol from it’s holster and turned pointing it in the direction of the noise. People were screaming, many people, only women it seemed. People started running toward the police officer -while the mother was distracted and unable to supervise her son, he had obviously tried to run back across the street to the drugstore to get candy-. Several people had tried to stop the little boy, the startled police officer fired into the crowd. There were several real loud bangs and people fell to the ground.

The truck had skidded close enough to Dax and his uncle that Dax could feel the heat from the trucks engine and smell the loud smell of the diesel fuel it used, that smell was mixed with the smell of the burned rubber of the tire as it skidded on the hard black topped street. There were other oily smells and probably the smells of thousands of miles of and many years the truck had been traveling. But what struck Dax so cruelly and so mercilessly was the devastating sight of what cause the truck to come to this stop in the first place, was the sight which would never be obliterated from his mind, ever. That was when Dax saw that same little boy under the front tire of the big truck. The truck had stopped on top of the little boy. As Dax looked at the little boy he could tell that the truck had knocked the little boy down and ran over his left foot and traveled all the way up the little boy’s body to his chest stopping just below what must have been the little boy’s neck and chin. It seem as if the little boy was laying on his back but Dax could not tell, because the weight of the truck had pushed all of the boys insides up toward his head and his entrails had been pushed out through a hole in his neck and through his mouth and nose,- something deep within that mass was trembling. The part of the little boy’s body that was not under the tire of the truck was now like a big balloon. Bright red blood was squirting out of the little boys head area. As the red substance exuded from the balloon the balloon seem to have been deflating. Dax could not tell exactly where the blood was coming from because it no longer looked like a boy it just looked like a pile of blood with brown skin and the blue tea shirt visible here and there. The tire of the truck covered most of the boy’s body, and there was blood all over everything about that area of the truck, and also on Dax and his uncle, the police office the DCFS lady and the little boy’s mother. Dax could not take his eyes way. He wanted to badly, but his brain was trying to collect enough data to make sense of that mass of red and blue and brown, but it was not successful. Its former form was not recognizable. The little boy’s mother started screaming and screaming her screams were louder than the sound of the trucks engine, then she clasped to the ground. The gang of people had been coming to try to help the little boy and the people that were hit by the truck. The people in the van that was traveling in the opposite direction, that was hit as the truck went into a jack knife. The police officer panicked and shot and wounded and possibly killed people who were just trying to help.

People screamed, “Help those people back there”. Dax’s uncle hurriedly pulled Dax toward the screaming people at the back of the truck. It was then that Dax saw that there was a car that had crashed into the back of the truck and the person who was driving the car half of the lady was lying in the streets and he could not see the other half of her. There was some one on the passenger side also but the pretty shinny gray mini van was so far under the back of the tanker truck that that person could not be seen except for a hand that was sticking out of where the windshield was broken. If that person was sitting up when the impact happened then the upper part of that person was now in the back seat with those passengers who were setting there. There was also blood on the windshield where it appeared as though the persons head, on impact, had first hit the windshield. The top of the mini van was peeled back as if some one was unwrapping something that was wrapped inside aluminum foil. Who ever was in the other two seats of the van was not moving. Dax could not tell how many people there were.

The back of that car was smashed in because it was hit by a bigger van filled with people that looked, to Dax, like they were all old people. The van also had one of those big doors for wheel chairs. Dax was not sure what kind of van that was. That van was also hit by a school bus. And all the children on the bus were screaming. Dax’s uncle suddenly yelled to every body, “get the fuck outta here the car and the gas truck is on fire”. Dax felt him self flying through the air. His Uncle was pulling him by his arm so hard it was hurting him badly -he felt that his feet was not touching the hard concrete sidewalk- and it turned him toward the commotion from which they were fleeing. Dax could now see all the people that had been trying to help the people trapped in the smashed vehicles were running over each other trying to get away from the fire and that fuel tanker carrying gasoline. There was a flash of read light then there was nothing. There was nothing but pain. The pain seem to permeate his whole existence. Dax was particularly aware of the intense burning, internally, from the back of his throat to the bottom of his abdomen, as her tried to breath. Ironically although Dax was slipping into unconsciousness he could see and recognize the D C F S lady running, creaming her cloths ablaze; someone ran and forced her to the ground the black skin on her face, a large patch had been removed and the pink white skin underneath was visible. Dax was aware that he had no sympathy for her. She was just observation. There was a face right above him, this face was filled with concern, with solicity, he also knew that the face and with all that emotion was related to him. This face was attached to a person who was also bleeding with the hair of it heads singed, but this person has humane enough to stop to offer him help and was utterly aware of it. Suddenly he cound not breathe. With all his strength he tried sucking in air, he tried pulling in air by expanding his lungs, but all his efforts were futile, and the intensity of the pain was matched with utter panic. Silently Dax screamed and screamed for his mother. From some obscure place he was reminded of what his mother would always tell him. “If you need help and there is none always call on the lord, Call on God.” Suddenly, abruptly, with the quickness of a streak of lightening on a black stormy night, there was peace. Dax was submerged with in a bright white envelope of light. There was no fear; there was no confusion; there was no pain; there were no noise; there was no taste; there was no smell; no discernable sensation. The awful smell of burning human flesh and burning asphalt and burning gasoline and the burning smell of everything else consumable by fire was gone. And utter peace screamed so loudly one could focus on nothing else but it. Ironic, is it not, that the darkest part of night is just before day, that the calm in a hurricane could mean not only a welcomed end but also that only half of it survived, to be in the eye of a hurricane is to know that the other side must yet be survived. A moving shadow in the light moved toward him and rapidly became more perceptible as the image of his mother, his deceased mother. She also was submerged in and was a part of this bright light. He understood that this light was the only source of this peace, and he was unmistakably aware that this peace, though inexplicable, was not death. He knew it intuitively, but he did not know precisely how he knew it, and this peace replaced all the sensations that preceded it, as this peace anesthetized him against the fear and panic which had been upon him. The shadow came closer and closer to Dax and it happen quickly, but things did not seem rushed. At once his mother was hugging him then she held him away from her and looked at him from his head to his feet. Dax also looked at as much of him self as he could, from his chest to his feet to see what she was looking at. His cloths were new cloths he had not seen them before, the same for his shoes. His cloths were also white, but not as stark, almost unbearably, white as this place or the cloths his mother was wearing. His mother was proud of him, she told him this, though no words were used, they communicated as if with intuition. Although he did not know where he was he did not wonder about it, for now he just knew it held some wonderfully mysterious importance, it bathed him in an incredible comfort, he needed to know nothing more. It was a strange reality, however surrealistic, it was a place that held everything that Dax needed except what he need the most, his other part, baby sister, but immediately that thought was gone, and he felt no need for anything, he was aware only of what he could sense there with him, before him; he felt satisfied and experienced, spiritually, being blessed.

What had seemed to be balls of this light separating, from the mass of light, reminiscent of clouds separating in the sky, were transforming into moving beings and Dax could now see them manifesting, materializing. There was holiness here, or was this place, itself, holiness undeniable. If that was so then where was the father himself, God? Dax was too fearful of seeming blasphemous to wonder that. But all of Dax question was answered, he was not sure of how; the answers was there as if they had been there all the time. Dax was also able to relate to his mom that he did not want to remain there. He had a little sister that needed him to be alive with her, to take care of her, so that she could take care him. Dax was also inexplicably aware that his mom had to advocate for him in order for him to be granted a return to where he came from. It was also made unmistakably clear that if he was not Christ like he would be recalled back to this place not to be returned again. Then it was all gone. All the bright light, his mother this peacefulness and serenity was gone. Although he had severely enjoyed the almost unbearably comfort and security of that place, Dax for some reason was relieved that it was gone, for he really did not belong there.

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Friends And Associates Are They Right For You.

It is a statistically proven that we are products of our individual environment. Which is it say that the people, places and things with which we are surrounded greatly influences what we feel and think and the way we believe. And these things have led us into being what we are today. This is also to affirm that whatever degree of success we have obtained up to this point, is well….determined by the thoughts that our environment has guided us to think. Since what we are today is the result of the totality of all the sensations we have experienced {real or imaginary}. It is of the utmost importance therefore, don’t you agree, that we surround ourselves with an environment which will result in not only the experience of sensations, which are not only the most enjoyable but are also the sensations that we have chosen in advance, predetermine our experiences. Then we can also pre-decide, or predetermine sensations that we will experience as well as how we will feel about these sensations. In other words, predetermine what will we think. To control what we think and feel is the development of an attitude, which is in direct proportion to the raw material used in its development. To briefly explore this, you are hungry in an area with which you are not familiar. You travel along a street lined with restaurants until you find the restaurants which catches you fancy. So, for whatever reason that something is, you pull into the parking lot. You have the concept of what you want the restaurant to look like inside, the kind of food it serves and how the food is prepared, how the food will look and taste. So you think to yourself, if it looks and tastes the way I imagine it will, I think I will have __________ to drink. And then after I have finished the meal I think I will have ___________. Afterward, as a dessert, with my stomach full of that good food I will then have_________. …. So on and so on. So you write the scenario even before you walk through the door of the restaurant. You experience the full stomach and exuberant attitude, being totally aware of what must take before hand to obtain the desired results of a deliciously satisfied hunger. Now these kind of cognitive processes we go through every day. Planning your environment requires that same kind of processes, and since we do this type of analysis and planning all during our wakening hours , we know that the actual process is no big deal. But yet we spend more time planning our shopping list or our vacation than planning for a successful rewarding life. Why? There are a multitude of reasons, some of which are.

1.) It takes constructed, organized thinking towards a specific and.
2.) It takes an honest evaluation of one’s self and one’s environment ad its components, people places and things and what affect these components have on ones thinking and feeling.
3.) It takes controlled concentration.
4.) It takes futuristic visualization. The ability to visualized his or her future, as he or she wants it. This is a very important task. One must know where one is going, or where one wants to go before one can even begin to devise a plan on how to get there.
5.) It takes intestinal fortitude to resolve to remove from your environment that which have a negative impact on your life, and replace them with that which aids you in reaching you goal. Of all these most difficult one is the last, because one of the elements in our environment is people, our loved ones, our friends, our relatives, and our associates. And, how do we deal with this? Lets try to deal with these in order.
A.) Organized thinking toward a specific end. We spend most of our waking hours thinking. Of as I read somewhere, we sit on the shores of our minds watching the stream of memories for our past and the fears of our future go flowing past. But is this really thinking? We all know, don’t we, that the past is gone forever and cannot be re-lived however hard we try. And is it not so that about ninety percent ( 90%) of the things we worry about never come to past? So if this comprises the preponderance of our mental exercises then is it not also true that we spend most of our lives engaged in futile mental exercise which produces little to nothing. AT the same time we are letting years, which could be used building success, just waste away? Do you know that most of us do not know that he himself is responsible for his own failure or success? So, much mental energy is wasted on frivolous things that he never realizes that “Hey I can make it happen”. Concentrate your mental energy on thinking of what you want and the way you want things to be. This might be the first time you will begin to question the effect your present environment, especially the people and things in it, have on you thinking and therefore your life. Now that you have changed the innermost environment first, your own mind, develop a more positive attitude. Everyday read motivational and self-help literature so hat you intensity and maintain that positive attitude every single day. Concentrate you mental energy on what you want to be, actually see yourself as you want to be. Think the thoughts and do the things that such a person would actually do. Be that person in your own mind, do this everyday all day and watch the success come.
B.) It takes an honest evaluation of one’s self and one’s situation. If you have followed step one you may now know how you want yourself and your environment to be. Does your present environment meet these criteria? Take a good hard look, you must know if you ever hope to change it. Consider yourself as you would like to be. Can your current environment contribute to your desired success, especially the people? Have they been a positive force before, are they a positive force now? Can you share your aspirations with them and receive their support and help? Is your personal environment a source of constant aspiration and support?
C.) It takes controlled concentration: Answering some of these questions now maybe somewhat difficult, because you have not yet had a chance to develop controlled concentration. The ability which allows you to maintain a vision long enough for your mind to process it.
D.) Futuristic visualization: You will not be able to understand the importance of the effect your environment has on your success until you can actually see yourself being a success. And actually see what kind of people will be in you life then. The Ideal environment then is the environment, especially the people in it, who should be the same as the environment in your vision of your future. They should be supportive, inspiring and understanding. They should also be successful in their pursuit of their own achievement, or at least aspiring to be successful. They should be positive thinking. The best kind of people to surround yourself with is someone who is already what you aspire to be. Someone you can learn from. It’s easier to maintain you vision if you live in it. Because all of the ingredients of you vision is already there. The only thing missing is your attainment of some of the success you surround yourself with. So if your current circle of friends and associates do not have any of these attributes of the people in your vision, If your current circle fosters negatives thinking and failure, maybe its time to change the components of your environment.
E.) It takes intestinal fortitude: to remove from your environment that which has a negative impact on your life and replace it (or them) with things which aids us in reaching our goals. Especially so because this includes our loved ones, the friends and associates who have become a part of us, it seems. And the pain of just thinking about this usually is enough to abort this kind of thinking. But we are, nevertheless, faced with a decision. Do I really want to be successful? That is, do I want to pay the price? We know there is really is no free lunch, so to speak. It’s sometimes a very painful step. But if you want something bad enough then you will inevitably pay the price for it. How can we expect success to be any different?

Thoughts from “The mind of Mesel”

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Loving your lady

Cunnilingus

Performing oral sex on a female.

Whether this is you first attempt or one of many times you are giving her this special pleasure, I think you will find some of these helpful tips very interesting and very pleasurable to her. Of course the first order of events should be to make sure the atmosphere is conducive to romantic lovemaking. The preparation of oral sex is just as important as sex with out it. Make sure she is psychologically ready for a loving experience. The kissing, hugging, and touching serves to prepare her, and yourself as well, for a physical expression of your love. Take your time with the fore play.

You can incorporate kissing her lips, gently sucking her tongue, or licking her tongue, or having a loving gentle duel of her tongue and your tongue. You can usually tell her pleasurable responses by her sounds she makes as well as her movement, her body language. There is usually no need to be in a hurry to make oral contact with her vagina. You can begin by kissing her again and again, her lips, her face, her neck her chest, and down to breasts, as your mouth and tongue find her breasts the nipples may already be hard, if so that will be good. That further testifies to her state of arousal. While you lick or suck on one of them you can gently squeeze and manipulate the other breast as if it was a large marshmallow. Or manipulate the other nipple with your thumb and fingers. If is not already hard you should be able to feel it hardening as you manipulate it. Alternate this procedure suck, lick or manipulate the other nipple with your lips and tongue while with your hand manipulate the one that is probably still wet from your saliva, as you sucked on it previously. But remember to be gentle. If you are too aggressive with her nipples, your efforts can cause discomfort or pain and ruin your attempt.

If you pay attention to her sounds and her body language you can gage her pleasure in what you are doing to her at any given moment. Continue kissing, licking, and sucking her everywhere your lips touch her as you move her head down her chest to her stomach, to her abdomen, slowly and gently. As you get closer to her groin area she will probably open her legs or even guide your head to its target. If she does not, then you open her legs and expose her vulva it is probably very wet by now if you have been slow and methodic. Some time her vaginal juice is already spilling out and running down on her anus. No mater how rapaciously you may want to attack it. Or no matter if she pulls your head against her as she pulls your face into her vagina, don’t attack it yet. You are in control. She knows you are in control. She may ask you to eat her now. But wait. Just breathing on it with open mouth, the heat of your breath may give her, her first premature orgasm. Gentle push the tip of your tongue into it. Be prepared for quick jerky movements. Some time with such force her pelvic bone may crash into your teeth. Protect your teeth with your lips so such movements will not accidentally injury her. As you slowly push more of your tongue into her vagina it is a good idea to take one of your hands and move the fore skin exposing her harden clitoris. Place your hand between your face and her pelvis. It may prevent an injury to you mouth or her vagina if she suddenly and unexpectedly jerks her pelvis upward in response to her pleasure. With the tip of your tongue gentle lick her exposed clitoris. She may want more by now. So she may pull your face into her. Push more of our tongue into her. Use all or your tongue. Push it as far into her as it will go repeatedly a few times, pay attention to the movements of her vagina. You may feel it contract around your tongue, in fairly rapid succession. This along with her body movements and the sounds she makes will inform you that she is having an orgasm. Pushing the heel of you hand against her anus will usually heighten the ecstasy of her orgasm. You can extend the length of her orgasm if you place two to three fingers inside her vagina with the palm upward. Massage the rough mass of muscles you will feel there. Massage it gently but with enough force for her to feel it. Her response is usually immediate.  Do this as her excitement grows toward an orgasm. This will usually increase the intensity of her orgasm significantly, especially if you push the heal of a hand or fingers against, but not into, her anus.  Be careful though sometime this causes a woman to lose control of bodily functions. She may urinate on your face. Or worse defecate on your neck and chest. As this extends and intensify her orgasm some woman do not know how to react to this new experience. Usually after such an intense orgasm her clitoris is so sensitive she cannot bare you touching it. Now is a great time to inter her with your penis and bring her to even more orgasms.

If she permits you to continue past her vagina without having the orgasm we just discussed. In the midst of the heat of her arousal, after you have pushed your tongue into her, move down ward along the inside her thighs toward her knee, but instead of kissing and licking her. Everywhere you mouth touch the inside of her thighs, slowly suck on her. With your mouth in one place create the strong sucking vacuum forcefully but not hard enough to be uncomfortable and lick her that spot while sucking. Do that in several places downward to her knee and back up to the vagina. When you reach the area where her thighs form her vagina’s major libia, you may notice an increase in her responses. If you cup your mouth over this area and suck it while at same time licking it. Some time she can not be still. But pay particular attention that her response is sexual and that you are not tickling her. Kiss this side of her vagina, probe it also with your tongue. Pay attention to her taste. You can taste her juices as it is exuded from glands there. Try to concentrate only on that side of her vagina licking and sucking the lip and libia into your mouth. Do this up to her clitoris. By now she may be writhing against your face. Fucking your face so to speak. When you reach her clitoris with the tip of your tongue manipulate a little but not too much attention now it will bring her to an orgasm. But don’t fear she may have several small orgasms as you are doing this. Go on past her clitoris and down the other side of her vagina kissing and sucking it and on down to her other knee and back up again.  When you reach her vagina again this time push your tongue as far as it will go into her a few times. She is ready now for the clitoris to bring her to an orgasm. This time it will probably be safer to put both of your arms on top of her thighs. With your hands move the fore skin from her clitoris exposing the naked clitoris to the action of you tongue. At this jester she is so aroused her clitoris may be sensitive, so use the underside of the tip or your tongue to manipulate her clitoris. As she can tolerate this, then use the rough side of your tongue. Slowly lick it. Cup you lips over in and create a sucking vacuum while you continue licking it. Move your hand with the greatest dexterity and place two or three finger into her vagina palm up and an massage the rough muscular area about an inch or so inside her vagina. He body language will let you know when she is having an orgasm. But even during this orgasm keep massaging the rough muscular area inside her vagina. This is the procedure that usually extends and intensifies her orgasm. With some woman this orgasm has a sweet wine type taste. Enjoy it. Lap it up. With you tongue flatten, gently and slowly lick her clitoris. But as her orgasm progresses she may urinate. Or more, so don’t over do it. She might grab your hair and force your head away if she cannot endure such a strong orgasm. Often a woman will talk to you and tell you what pleases her and ask you to “do it there”, “that way more” or what ever she particularly likes. During this intense orgasm often she will heave her body upward and sometime jerk and move like a bucking horse. So be careful not to let her hard pelvis bone make contact with your hard teeth so as to ovoid an accidental injury to her, or your mouth.

Now after telling you how to please her with this great technique. I think it is also advisable to inform you about hiv transmission. The hiv virus and other sexually transmitted disease are also transmitted through oral sex just as through gentile to gentile sex. There is more than one hiv test for added assurance.

This article was written by Robert Morgansfield.   If you like this article you may reach me directly at   robertmorgansfield@advantagemagazineonline.com