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entwined  Have you ever just started crying after an orgasm? For me it happens, well not all the time, but enough so it doesn’t flip me out. The first time it happened with this particular person, the world had been feeding me shit on a shingle for a week or so and despite my admirable gag reflexes, I was feeling 37 kinds of used up, scared, vulnerable. It was not pretty girl crying. It was snotty ugly crying. Step back darlin’, she’s gonna blow crying. I could not stop. For a woman, some orgasms are not a simple physical release. The little ones can be, a sharp tangy clenching. But, there are others…those that crescendo. One must just let go of the earth, drift out a bit, allow the spaces in. The waves will build and spill behind each other, lifting you. The ramping up, the convoluted, twisting path of almost. The edge always there, tempting, your breath seeking to slow as He pulls you back, not just once but again and again. The anticipation, the heavy drowning feel, the tension in itself orgasmic, yet not the endgame. The journey one of twists and turns as you are twirled around, up and down, over and again. The pain taking me deeper, through the dark need, the ache setting my legs to tremble. No words only sounds, the smell so strong I can taste You in the air. You took the world, covered it with molten lava,<b> twisted </font></b>it around me until I lost all sense of time, my mind flew away, I was only my body reaching, for the true meaning of woman. No, it is not a release. It is, as the French call it, le petit mort. I was no longer here. When I returned it was with a tristesse bordering on melancholia, with a profound gratitude, an open hearted acceptance of having been used, taken, moved, uplifted, adored and yet wanting, yearning,. Some men find this scary. Please, receive it as a gift. Pull me close, smoothe my hair, kiss the tears off my face, feed me chocolate. I am your prize. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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i am aware that many may not find this sculpture beautiful. to me, it is intensely erotic and powerful. look at the man's eyes and the seared down bodies, except for her amazingly plump ass. it is so what happens to me when i lose myself in sex. everything flies away except this sense of being enormously erotic.......lol. i'm a goddess. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I would be proud to be able to create such strong emotions in my partner. I like the Statue, but it looks like an awkward and uncomfortable way to have sex. Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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I've had that happen a few times. It was a pretty amazing release actually. To feel so pleased and safe that you can just let go of everything and just cry. Goodness I wish that would happen more often 
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It can happen to you too.. Yes I agree it is pretty amazing feeling hugssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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WE, I cried the first time I came in 6-7 years with the first man I had sex with after my ex-husband and I split up. He asked me if I was ok. I replied- "I'm not broken!" amidst much snuffling and wiping my eyes with my forearm. I have cried since then. But that time was a doozy. kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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Oh and the photo is missing. Perhaps, you could put it in a comment? that is what I am doing now, putting any photos that are important to a post (or in some cases not important) in the first comment. kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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No, but I may have cried cause I didn't have an orgasm. 
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Well, goodness, wicked. I've never cried after an orgasm. I used to just light a cigarette, but I quit smoking. In all honesty, although I've felt intense relief, relaxation, euphoria...it hasn't brought me to tears. And I don't recall being with a partner who has either. Maybe we're doing it wrong? Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I think women's orgasms are so much stronger than a man's. Lucky you!  Sorry, but no pic showing... 
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One of my ex-girlfriends cried after having sex with me; it freaked me out at the time but I re-interpreted the experience subsequently. 
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[image] just in case the image doesn't stick in the blog You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I just snuggled her in closer and pulled the covers up. Vive La Difference
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The few times I have cried were not so much a result of the orgasm. Rather it was in spite of the orgasm... And it usually had something to do with an internal struggle. My mind not letting go of certain thoughts, while my body responding on its own anyways. The frustration of that resolved in the end.
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I have definitely cried. And once, a lover drank my tears. It was so incredibly erotic! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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