the most blissful twenty minutes that life has to offer

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I said I would write something that you hopefully might like, so here it is: I read somewhere, I no longer remember where, that eternity is that time between finishing fucking your girlfriend and her getting out of bed to go home. I wonder how many of us can identify with that? And is it the same for a guy who has finished fucking his boyfriend? But, in that period of time there is the opportunity to pass the most blissful twenty minutes that life has to offer, those twenty minutes which begin when the last drops of cum have been spent and your limp dick slips from her squelchy pussy and which end when your hormone levels recover their normal balance. The question is: why is this the time a woman chooses to begin an in-depth discussion of your relationship with her? The chances are that in the hours proceeding sex you have done everything you know to charm her and create an erotic atmosphere. When in bed, you have used all your knowledge, skill and energy to relax her, arouse her, pleasure her and, hopefully, satisfy her. If actions speak louder than words, then you have shouted her name from the rooftops. So how come she can’t have the grace to let you spend your twenty minutes of bliss in peace and quiet? Do you really have to listen to all her questions and, when inevitably you don’t find a satisfactory answers, be accused of not caring and only wanting to talk to her when you want to fuck her? After all, it is only twenty minutes and then you will be back to your normal, attentive self again. I have another question: is it the same between two men? If you fuck with another man and you both have your orgasms, does he then start asking you about how much you love him? Or does he, like you, just want to be left alone for his twenty minutes. I suspect the later and can’t help but think that there is no better advert for gay sex. Cheers for now – Graham I live in South Africa. Up the Springboks - and you can interpret that as you like.

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