We may have for lover.he the most attractive person in the world, at the end of a certain number of nights together, we start to do well, to know each other - in the biblical sense of the term.We repeat the same gestures, the same positions, we know what works ... it purrs.So, there is a time when I say to myself: let's wake up, let's be inventive.
A few years ago, after six months of idyll with a warm and sweet man, I wanted to offer two three things to shake our fleas a little.I explained my ideas to him: going to a gay sex club in Berlin, where I attended a fisting performance in 2016 under a shouting minimal techno shower ... Bof, he said,gnawing.What about a group workshop in Montreuil to learn orgasmic meditation?He attacked the second thumb, his upper left eyelid imperceptibly was.
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Fortunately, this man was warm, soft and creative.He gave me a counter-proposition: outdoor baisons.I must admit that I had never done it.Not for lack of envy!But because I was afraid that I was seen, I had no desire to impose my sexuality on someone who would pass by and who would have asked nothing.I exposed my limits to this man, we thought that we would wait for the right time.
We were alone in the world
After the holidays, we went to Bréhat.Brittany ... January ... Nothing suggested that the right time could hang us in the nose.Well beware, Brittany has many surprises in store.We arrived early in the morning, there was not a cat, the golden sun made you want to hugs the rocks, it was paradise.We took a room in the only hotel on the island that was open, and we left to walk.Arrived at the end of the west, the island unrolled under our amazed feet a thick grass carpet, foam.We were alone in the world.We lying down, it was soft, like a cocoon, we just had to pay attention to sheep droppings.We kissed for a long time, caressed under the wool sweaters, there was not a breath of wind, I put up my t-shirt, hers ... But the time that I decide to open the first button ofhis jeans, a hiker appeared on the horizon.The first of the day.We took over.He had an infernal Gaul, I was such a Breton spaniel, on the lookout for where we could continue to caress.
Two hours later, at the turn of a cliff, I spot a cave below.She is turned towards the sea, from the path, we can't see the interior.The man and I crapahutons to access it;It is perfect, dry, and the view of the ocean is magnificent.We lower our jeans, it sounds hard.On the other hand, I want, but I don't get wet at all.We continue to heat slowly, it will come.But...Is it the fact of being the ass in the air, in hiking shoes?The minutes pass and I stay very - too - conscious of the moment.I am not transported.Still, the idea of enjoying the rising tide keeps me.I help myself with saliva.I'm standing, my back against rock, my knee pants, the man kisses me and tries to penetrate me ... without success.We can't find the right angle.We may behave there, contort, nothing to do, it doesn't want.We laugh a good blow, change of strategy: he poses on a rock, and I ask myself on him.I finally feel him enter me, I sit slowly.I look at the sea, I start to be in it ... A few back and forth, and it stops me,.The rock is putting its buttocks.
I was drowning in my performance anxieties
At the time, by returning the path, I was disappointed.I would have liked this first time outdoors to be the opportunity to feel a little more sensations.Genital sensations.I told myself that it was probably necessary a certain talent, that I did not have, or at least a letting go, to succeed in wet quickly, to enjoy quickly?After all, maybe I was only a living room lover?While we returned to the port, from sheep headlights, I was drowning in my performance anxieties ... Exactly like 19, when I went to mainstream porn sites in the hope of becoming "a good blow",And that after having come across deep gorges and double anal penetrations, I closed the computer, telling myself that I would never succeed.(I am there, fortunately, never arrived, because in twenty years, I had the chance to come across "dare to discover the G -spot", a book of Ovidie, and I understoodthat it was to my pleasure that I would do well to start by interested.))
When I arrived at the hotel, I remembered that when, in bed, I did not enjoy ... the next time was explosive, twice as much as usual.I hadn't had much genital fun in the cave, but it's like I took my orgasm to take away.And then, we had a good time.Even if it was not the blow of our life, we had experienced a beautiful moment of sexual intimacy, funny and accomplice.This outdoor sex mission had excited our libido for a half day.And I had sensations!His hands on my body, the air of the sea on my cock, the smell of my saliva, the sea and its skin that mixed.
We continued to have an adventurous spirit, with this warm and sweet man.And we continued to live very stinging.The last one, in a jacuzzi, too hot.It would have been our first time both in a jacuzzi, but sweat was flowing in the eyes, we had lobster skin and only one desire: to go out and drink a large glass of fresh water.What we did.
And I didn't even anxious.
