Sex Tip of the Week: Sex is not a Race

In sex, there is no contest and there's no race. 

The best sex is timeless and, in order to make it feel so, it's worth remembering a couple of points:


1.    Try and arrange to have sex at a time of the day when you're not tired. If you have more energy, there won't be so much hurry to finish - you can enjoy leisurely lovemaking.

2.    Make sure your sex session is open-ended, so that you can really become absorbed in what you're doing. 

Anne Hooper, Dare to... Sex Guide

Sex Tip of The Week: The Missionary Position

The missionary position does not necessarily bring a woman to orgasm/climax. Give her lots of clitoral stimulation, and for you men who learnt from the ancient books that a woman's vagina is a hole to get in and out anyhow, let this get into you - stimulate her gently and to the maximum before you penetrate. Some of us women like finger stimulation at the same time as face-to-face intercourse. Intercourse, yes, not fucking. 

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I’m the gymnast in bedroom. For him he knows what Johann Ludwig Krapf said men and women should fuck, back in the year 1800. Moreover, he is a three-second guy. No more, no less. Three seconds, ninety nanoseconds tops.

I decided to research on how I can help him last longer inside me. I’m a girl who loves it in me for eons. His lightning strike fucking leaves the engine when it was just warming up to rev.

Armed with my research, I let him enter me with such hunger and velocity that is his trademark. Just before the first second elapsed and he began to pant in anticipation of his premature orgasm, I raised my legs in the air exposing my hairy pussy to gases of the atmosphere. I then turned right around his projection like a horizontal wheel around a vertical axis.

As though on cue, I felt his hand on my boobs. He cuddled the titties and pinched my nipples as his caresses intensified.

Thanks to my yoga, I reached for his reclining torso and fondled his chest, his penis in me like a pivot in flesh and blood from which stemmed archetypal pleasure.

The rock hard shaft pushed deep inside to a new deepest deep. I squirmed and raised myself a little taking the whole length of his maleness I so madly wanted to feel clogged in me.

As though my mind was a haze of delirium and cobwebs, everything cleared and the only thing that mattered was me twerking my ass like a stripper giving my oh-so beloved pussy the fuck of the century. I concentrated on my butt movements and cunt circulating on the pole that was poring deep inside me like a drill. I couldn’t believe that my Guinness book of records lollipop had lasted for twenty minutes and counting.

Well, the book had said that it is the position all men with premature ejaculation should fuck. It enhances sexual continence.

I didn’t stop coming until he came (after an hour).

Copyright ©Rati, 2013

The Gazelle & the Stallion

I came for the umpteenth time. Had I stopped coming in the first place? By now we had tried all sexual positions and styles on the book and when I was thinking we had exhausted everything he surprised me.

He grabbed me by my waiflike waist and pulled me towards his twitching cock. I felt his maleness enter me glazing the walls of my ever juicy pussy and fit snuggly in me like a lock and key. To support myself, I got hold of his wrists and rested my small butt on his thighs.

My pussy, like never before, was very, very hungry and greedy for more cock. I took his rock hard penis into me, the whole length of it knocking at my cervix as it balanced my feather weight on him.

To spice up the sensation I was feeling coursing through every vein of my already over-fucked, over-kissed, over-sucked body, the glans and the shaft massaged the upper area of my vagina as though on cue. Literally, my vagina danced a slow waltz as sensation rushed through it like a torrential river. It felt like I was in heaven. Heck, I was in heaven.

As his shaft fucked me sideways and horizontally, I accentuated the massage my clit was getting by allowing my head to fall backwards to the ground and, still holding onto him like a precious relic, controlled the pleasure his penis was pumping into me by gyrating my hips, twisting and moving in circular motions.

I felt a feeling I had never felt before, a draining of my energy (both sexual and physical) at alarming rate to damning levels and, before the alarm wailed, flowed along the spine to the head generating an elevated type of orgasm that send me spiralling to the ground as my trembling pussy gushed squirt like a fountain.

I lay crumpled on the floor like a mangled body, oh yes I was mangled by his cock, trembling from the off-this-earth orgasm while he recovered from his own ejaculation after emptying the whole sac on me.

It was the best of the best that day.

Copyright ©Rati, 2013