Oh, man, what did I do !?!
I was invited to a birthday party. (Superb location, on the hills of Cluj, overlooking the entire city.) Blah-blah, birthday cake, no confetti (she hates it), bottles of champagne. Bottles of champagne... big, thick, massive, long. (Freud is sometimes right !) My hand around a bottle... music... I poured a champagne flute-glass for myself, but, even though drinking, I kept my hand on the bottle. Later, involuntarily, when chatting with a former girl-friend [she's after me, she's after me !], I started to move my hand up and down on the bottle's neck, playfully or with a... naïve unawareness, I'd say... It took me a loooooog time to realise that her looks were rather pointed to the bottle and to what I was doing than to me. But I didn't have a clue why ! (ha ! what was I thinking ? was I thinking ?) Few moments later, a pal approached, put his hand over mine and started rubbing my hand on the bottle faster and faster, with a big grin : "C'mon, R., more vigour, it's a big thing !" I started laughing and asked "Like this ?" and indeed moved my hand faster, simulating for a little while "the best way to spend your time alone". The champagne inside, shaken, moussed and erupted, of course, looking like an ejaculation. My friend laughed, I asked him smiling "Satisfied ?" "You're crazy, R., damn you !" "Tell me something new !" This episode ending, I looked at her, nonchalantly. Her eyes were closed. "Are you all right ?" I questioned her. She said nothing, got up, approached my armchair and kissed my ear, then my neck (that makes me melt...). I moaned, but I also heard her saying : "Bastard, I had an orgasm seeing you doing that !"
OK, damn it !!! My male pride craves for answers !
a) Is it possible that she really had an orgasm, or she just said it to please me (because... she's after me, she's after me !) ?
b) Did such things happen to some of you - I mean to play with a bottle like you were "enjoying your manhood" ?
Lost, Raal Lexx
I was invited to a birthday party. (Superb location, on the hills of Cluj, overlooking the entire city.) Blah-blah, birthday cake, no confetti (she hates it), bottles of champagne. Bottles of champagne... big, thick, massive, long. (Freud is sometimes right !) My hand around a bottle... music... I poured a champagne flute-glass for myself, but, even though drinking, I kept my hand on the bottle. Later, involuntarily, when chatting with a former girl-friend [she's after me, she's after me !], I started to move my hand up and down on the bottle's neck, playfully or with a... naïve unawareness, I'd say... It took me a loooooog time to realise that her looks were rather pointed to the bottle and to what I was doing than to me. But I didn't have a clue why ! (ha ! what was I thinking ? was I thinking ?) Few moments later, a pal approached, put his hand over mine and started rubbing my hand on the bottle faster and faster, with a big grin : "C'mon, R., more vigour, it's a big thing !" I started laughing and asked "Like this ?" and indeed moved my hand faster, simulating for a little while "the best way to spend your time alone". The champagne inside, shaken, moussed and erupted, of course, looking like an ejaculation. My friend laughed, I asked him smiling "Satisfied ?" "You're crazy, R., damn you !" "Tell me something new !" This episode ending, I looked at her, nonchalantly. Her eyes were closed. "Are you all right ?" I questioned her. She said nothing, got up, approached my armchair and kissed my ear, then my neck (that makes me melt...). I moaned, but I also heard her saying : "Bastard, I had an orgasm seeing you doing that !"
OK, damn it !!! My male pride craves for answers !
a) Is it possible that she really had an orgasm, or she just said it to please me (because... she's after me, she's after me !) ?
b) Did such things happen to some of you - I mean to play with a bottle like you were "enjoying your manhood" ?
Lost, Raal Lexx