The male orgasm can be a complex experience, the major function of the male orgasm is the ejaculation, however not all men ejaculate with orgasm. The female orgasm is however still a bit of a mystery as to why it happens, it is generally believed that it is to help the sperm proceed along on their journey toward the ovum (egg).
The majority of men have little knowledge with their G-spot, some men are not even aware that they have one. A lot of people have no idea that the male prostrate is the equivalent of the female G spot. Not many people are familiar with this fact. It is also easier to find the male G-spot. For some people it may seem abnormal to explore that area, but if you keep an open mind about it you could experience the most fantastic orgasms you could ever hope to have.
FINDING THE MALE G-SPOT
The male G-spot is simple to find, however, it does require a bit of trial and error. It is located below the bladder and in front of the rectum. Lying on your back is about the most convenient way to reach it, so you will likely want to use a bed or a large couch. The process is less problematic if you have your legs elevated which you can do by having them hang over the back of the sofa or by leaning them against the wall behind the bed. You may also want to try putting a pillow or two under your backside if you are having trouble reaching the perineum. When initially trying this take it slow and use a gel. Then slowly insert a finger into the anus and probe slowly, you will know when you have reached the prostate gland when you come across the chestnut sized lump that is roughly about a finger length inward.
With your palm facing your partner's scrotum, insert your finger into your partner's anus, be sure your fingernails are not sharp, and be sure not to touch your own genital area with the same finger you used to penetrate your partners anus. Always remember that many men do not like G-spot stimulation just as many females love having their G-Spot massaged and others find it uncomfortable. Once located and properly rubbed it will create an orgasm that is more stimulating than they have ever had with regular sex.
Prostate milking as it is also called also enables the man to have multiple orgasms that are longer in duration and gives them the ability to ejaculate without being sexually aroused before hand. Orgasms achieved male G-Spot stimulation can be four times more exciting and can persist for 5 minutes. Male G-spot stimulation produces a full body orgasm.
OTHER FACTORS TO TAKE INTO ACCOUNT
Before you and your better half begin anal g-spot manipulation, it would be best if you take the time to do it slowly and gently. Some people have a hot bath before they proceed. Using a finger is the best way to locate and provide stimulation to the G-spot if nervous or you are a beginner, there are sexual devices you can get that can enhance your experience as well. You should mixing techniques as well. Having your partner perform oral sex while gently manipulating the G-spot is one option.
SOME MISCONCEPTIONS
It has often been stated that for a man to manipulate his own G-spot is unnatural or gay, which is one reason why it is rarely used. G-Spot stimulation is as normal as sexual intercourse, it is not sick, strange or perverted, and it is not only for homosexual men. There is nothing perverse about enjoying the pleasures of self g-spot milking. It is a very powerful sexual gland that can lead you to a very dynamic orgasm, and it is perfectly normal to experiment with it.
“BE CAREFUL”
There are some risks associated with anal stimulation if it is not done correctly|. Applying too much pressure on the prostate gland can cause several problems such as transferring cancer, blood poisoning, infections, and hemorrhoids. The amount of recommended pressure on the G-spot is about the same as you would use to rub your eyes with.
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As a single working women I was tired of coming home to an empty apartment and eating alone every night. With very little time to socialize, I decided to try one of those online dating sites. A good friend suggested a site called PlentyOfFish. The name seemed strange to me, but I joined anyway. To my way of thinking, it seems that plenty of fish is good at catching the fishermen, but not so good at helping the fishermen catch fish. Needless to say, I was not impressed with the matches that I got on that site. Maybe I should have been using worms for bait rather than me.
My first date with anyone from POF was with a guy from France. On our first date, the only thing that he wanted to do was to go to his house for drinks. I wanted to get to know him better before going to his house. Besides, I was hungry. So I suggested we go someplace for some food. He looked at me very strangely grabbed my arm and replied, “I am not wanting to know you. I am only wanting sex.” Well I suggested that if he touched me I would string him up by the eyelids and kick him in the nuts until he blinked!
OMG , I could go on for weeks telling you horror stories from POF connections. Married men, perverts, pigs who say they're looking for long term relationships but only want to get you in bed. Then of course there are the borderline stalkers that call even after you tell them you are not interested. I do not get the mentality of some guys who think that by being excessively persistent you will somehow change your opinion of them. Sometimes even the threat of police action does not deter them. There is even a Gaga video that shows POF being used in prison. From my experiences, I will bet money that prison inmates have full access to this site.
I personally have never met so many liars and fakes in one place in all my life. I met at least 30 guys in person and only one was worth dating, and as it turned out he was only looking to marry someone because he was an illegal immigrant who wanted to stay in the country. I found one good way to cull out most of the phonies though. I set up a toss away account on hotmail and then invite them for a video chat. I only went out with the ones that looked something like their online photo, and could hold an intelligent conversation interactively. POF does have one good thing to say about it. If you are a bit short on looks, you will still get a lot of attention.
The last straw for me with POF came when I made a date with a so called registered accountant, who by the way lives in a first class condo in down town New York. The evening started out on a high note. We went to a really nice Italian restaurant, where we ordered lasagna and a nice Chianti to go with it. For desert we had tiramisu. I had never went back to anyone's apartment before on a first date, but I made a rare exception in his case. Everything seemed to be on the up and up with him. He was attentive in his apartment as well. We listened to music while we talked and kissed and snuggled. It was so great! Of course, the inevitable happened. The creep got around to telling me that he wanted me to prance around his apartment naked wearing nothing but a horse tail butt plug. Well after I hit him with my purse and told him what I thought of him I cantered out of his life.
It was then I realized that POF was not for me and deleted my profile. I was discouraged, and decided to never join another dating site.I was in the dumps about all of this and I promised myself that I would never do internet dating again. My friend, seeing how disillusioned I had become, decided to do some searching of her own. She told me she had stumbled upon a link that took her to a page that was full of dating site links for all kinds of dating preferences. She told me I should check it out. She was sure I would find a site that had what I was looking for. When I got there I viewed it with a lot of skepticism, but once I realized the POF was not on their recommended list, they gained a bit in my esteem. I was also surprised to find that eharmony was not there either – with all the ads on TV I had seen, they were the one I was going to try next, but they were just so darn expensive. I checked out a few of the sites and signed up on three. The nice thing was that all of these were free for women, but the men had to pay. That must help filter out a lot of the cretins, because it has been better. Best move I ever made. Now I am meeting decent men who are not looking for a bed buddy, but are genuinely looking for serious long term relationships. My happiness index has gone up a few points since then because I now have a social life again. What a nice change!
Most dating sites are not bad, although the totally free ones tend to attract more riffraff I am told. Even the best dating sites will have a few bad apples in them. You have to be on your guard anywhere. With internet dating you have to practice safe hex before you practice safe sex. Some sites will take that little extra step in an effort to keep their site safe. Bad apples will always find away to slip in to any site though, so its up to you to be aware of this and to not give out to much private information.
So check out the following link. I am sure you will find not only great sites like I did, but some really good advice in the articles. Good luck.
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It could be a hardship living across the hall from a hunk. He was tall, slender, and amazing. He had all his deep brown hair, a muscular physique, and was tall. At least six feet two inches Not to brag, but men seem to flutter around me like bees around flowers. Let me tell you that can be a problem at times. It seems that I often have to come up with creative ways of letting a guy know I am not interested without hurting his feelings. For some reason though, my gorgeous neighbor and I were just not compatible for some reason. We just could not keep a meaningful dialog going. If we passed in the hallway, about the only thing we could reliably manage was a blurt of 'hello'. Sometimes there would be a change of gait, as if each of us was trying to think fo something to say, but that was it. Even Nora Roberts would have trouble spinning that into a lasting romance. I took the initiative a couple of times to strike up a conversation, but he would at most just answer my questions. There was never anything coming back at me initiated from his end. We just could not get past that barrier.
I was single and living a girl who had replied to my want ad for someone to split the rent. It is kind of tough for single women like ourselves who are just getting started in the work force to rent an apartment on our own, so like so many other women, we rented a two bedroom apartment and split the costs. We were reasonably compatible as apartment mates, and had even taken to warning each other on nights that we thought we might get lucky with some good looking guy we were dating. Since my roommate was a sex screamer, I usually holed up in my room with my mp3 player on full and a good romantic novel. Sometimes I would just lay back and entertain myself with my vibrator. This lack of privacy that we had to endue at times had a good side. We ended up pretty good friends and would often use each other as sounding boards to share our hopes, dreams, and letdowns.
At this particular time, I was between boyfriends. As many women have experienced, when you have nobody in your life on a daily basis, you start to slip up on the care and maintenance of your body department. I had not shaved my legs in quite a while, and it was getting sort of embarrassing when I put on panty hose. I only had so many pairs of slacks, and after a while it got boring wearing pants every day. So when my room mate went out one night with her current love interest, I decided to wash my hair, touch up my roots, shave my legs and take a nice long hot bath before they came home.
The great thing about our apartment was that our utilities were included, and one of those utilities was hot water. Try as I might, I had never managed to run the tank cold, so I would often take nice prolonged baths. So after I had touched up my roots, I had a quick shower to wash the excess dye out of my hair. Then I shaved my legs. At that point I drained the tub, had another quick rinse in the shower to get any stray hairs off of my body, and then filled the tub again for a nice long, hot bubble bath. I laid back with my eyes closed for about five minutes, when I heard the sound of a single drip. Another one followed a few seconds later, and another one after that. So much for peace and quiet. I sat up hoping to fix it. At first I figured that I had just not shut the taps tight enough, but I was wrong. They were fully shut. Then I realized that it must just be the shower draining back through the spout.
As I lay back to relax again, I heard another plop, and realized that I was not going to be able to enjoy myself as long as that drip persisted. So I rested against the back of the tub again, and lifted my toe up to the end of the faucet. The next drip just ran down my toe, down my foot and slipped silently into the water. It was successful enough that I just kept my foot there. Pretty soon I was just laying there with my eyes closed running my toe around the end of the spout. I must have dozed off a bit because I slid down and got some bubbles up my nose. I sneezed, and when I did, I jerked my foot up and my big toe got stuck in the spout. No amount of trying would get that toe to move. It was like it had been glued in.
I persisted for another twenty five minutes or so, but it was useless. I could not budge it. My whole leg was starting to ache. The water was getting cooler as I started to laugh at the incredible absurdity of the situation. An hour or so later, there was no more humor in the situation. The water was cold and I felt like I was freezing to death. Since I could reach my towel, I decided to let the water out and cover myself with it. My toe was pretty much numb by then, and my leg felt like my muscles were on fire. Every muscle in my leg was screaming in pain, but there was nothing to be done but wait for my roommate.
Fortunately for me she came in early. She had had a fight with her boyfriend. When I heard her come in the door, I yelled at her to come and help me right away. She tried to pull my foot down to get my toe out, but had no better luck than I did. I had been thinking about what to do when my roommate got home earlier, and had thought of the fire department. At first having a big strapping guy come to pull out my foot like my own personal prince charming seemed quite romantic. Then reality had set in, and I had imagined them using some power tool to cut my toe out of the faucet. That in turn got me on the line of what would happen to my toe if the saw slipped. Needless to say, when my roommate said she was going to call the fire department, I screamed, and pretty much nixed that idea.
Since I would not let her call the fire department, or the paramedics for that matter, she did the only other thing that she could think of. She went over to Mr Body Beautiful's apartment across the hall, knocked on the door and pleaded for help. At least I was mostly covered when he walked in. Of course when he tried to just pull my toe out, it did not work either. But it sure as hell hurt! I screamed and he apologized. He looked so woebegone that he had hurt me that I had to forgive him. I mean what else could I do, he was trying to help! He seemed even more handsome than I remembered, and I loved his aftershave.
After pondering a bit, he asked for some crushed ice and vegetable oil. Seemed strange to me, but my roommate rushed to give him what he wanted. When she returned he cupped his hands around my big toe and asked her to pour some oil in. When they were finished, I had oil all over my toe, and there was also oil up inside the spout. He tried pulling gently, but it still was stuck. He told me that he was going to try chilling my toe in crushed ice hoping that the swelling would go down enough to pull it out. But after ten minutes of chilling that did not work either.
After thinking some more, he asked my roommate for a plastic freezer bag or something similar. She returned with a grocery store bag and a heavier bag from a woman's boutique that she frequented. He said the grocery bag was too thin, but decided that the bag from the boutique would be adequate for his purposes. At this point he disappeared for a couple of minutes and came back with a wrench from his apartment. He removed the shower head, and after doubling up the bag and putting it over the pipe, he put the shower head back on. He said it was to keep the water from coming out. I was wondering how I was supposed to take my next shower with a bag in there, but I did not comment. Then he iced my toe again for about twenty minutes. It sure was getting cold by then. As soon as he was done he told my roommate to turn on the water, and he simultaneously pulled down sharply on my foot. Out popped my toe. He slipped and fell on top of me and in the scramble my towel fell off.
So there I was naked in the tub under hunky guy. I had to laugh. We were soon all doubled up in hysterical laughter. I was so happy to have my toe free that I really did not give a crap that I was still laying naked in the tub.
In any event, we finally broke that conversation barrier that we had been having. We chatted and laughed for the rest of the evening, and I maneuvered him into asking me out the next night before I let him go home. The next night, I was still limping a bit, but I sure did enjoy myself, and so did he.
That was six months ago and everything has been doing great since then. Who would have thought that my date with a drip would have worked out so well.
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