New sexual experiences can improve your erotic abilities

We all have pleasures. Certainly some are more publishable than others. You can say what you like to eat, in public. Or they see you reading something and they get to know you better. But none of them are openly disclosing how they like to be sucked or if it is to lubricate themselves like a river when they are excited.

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They are private practices, whose details are only known to very few or no one.

But that is not why we should not censure ourselves and not give them entity. Or stop them from perfecting themselves.

I love the adrenaline that sex can achieve. Going out one day without a panties and a miniskirt, being me and only I the only one who knows, makes me horny. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. Feeling the air one spring morning right there, it eroticizes me. Period. It doesn’t go any further, and I don’t do it looking for anything. I imagine with reddish colors my cheeks, turning red for something that nobody would guess.

On the other hand, not wearing a bra, which is very noticeable, alters me in another way. I play dumb, because I know they’re looking at me. Even if you can’t see anything.

The adrenaline’s there and it tickles. It makes me feel pretty, sometimes desirable, sometimes just a little bit mischievous.

That’s also how I use the intravaginal balls I told you about last time.

But this time I want to tell you about the Shibari. It is that ancient practice of binding bodies. There are many disciplines and artistic expressions, but I am not going to bore you with what interests us the least, but whether it is exciting or not. Let’s not mess around.

That adrenaline rush I mentioned earlier comes back here. With the advantage of not running the risk of being public – unless you don’t want to, of course – and not being risky. You’re supposed to practice with whoever you have all the confidence in the world, and know that deep down we’re looking to have fun.

The feeling of being dominated by someone, playing that, obviously, is highly erotic. Leaving your whole being at the mercy of the will of the other, we are burdened with tension, which, if naked, for example, becomes a great sexual stimulus. The chafing of the ropes – I recommend the cotton ones, to avoid injuries – the immobilization and -essentially- the somewhat Machiavellian game will put the rest.

The original art includes structures where they hang you, and there are even art galleries and facilities for people to pass and see. And even interact by touching the “models”. I don’t talk about it, but something more intimate and more intimate for one and one’s partner.

You can search the Internet for some links as an example. It is not wrapping like a piece of meat or tying it up so that no one can let go, but seeking the beauty of the aesthetic combination between the delicate skin and the roughness of a rope. And may those laps around your body mix pleasures and pains of squeezing such vulnerable breasts, tails or crotches with a “I do what I want with you” with a sly and tender tone.

I swear, I confess, I get wet. Feeling that limited movement, while my partner plays with my sex, with my nipples hard as stones, with my desire to kiss what I can’t, puts me on the brink of ecstasy.

Both for me and for him, the visual image of this Bondage adventure, it is essential to dress her -if one could say- in hyper sexy lingerie, such as long stockings with garters, cuffs and perhaps some bra that exposes my nakedness more than if I had nothing.

I also chose that dildo wanted me to introduce myself while enjoying: I separated a long, not very thick, glass one. It certainly matches the “elegance” of that exhibition.

My partner knows about my anxieties and for a long time he left me there, in the middle of nowhere, tied up, wanting to reach my great final orgasm, while he did something else.

That endless masochism that when it’s over, I’m done. And I scream taking my soul out in terrible spasms, where not a finger can move. That tightening of muscles contracted to no more than I can thank you for your onslaught as strong as virulent, inserting your sword into my sheath. They are tasty and burning rales like the fire that burns all over my body, I feel the rope in every corner and I fall down, surrendered but rejoiced.

A new experience. That although I usually repeat it, it is always more played, more intense.

Girls, tell me your own feelings.
As you can see, I’m really crazy to tie up today.

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