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It's not all sex, there's more. Sex is wonderful, it is something that nature He has given us and we have to enjoy it. But how do we enjoy it? Is It is evident that there are substantial differences and differences between men and women. There are always exceptions, but in general, men behave in the same way. "savage" way to sour our behavior a little, while women appear more sensitive. It is precisely that sensitivity that makes me fall in love. There is always a time for everything we want. The indomitable spirit of men, that the moment we feel the desire for sex, we have to act now. Reach and enter. On some occasions I have behaved like any other, adopting the missionary position while my wife agreed just to please me. It's okay from time to time since the craving for Fornicating in women is less, much less, than in men. But despite my partner's tolerance for satisfying myself in those moments of insatiable sex is not what I like. Me empty and that's it. It's just sex. The wonderful thing is when the game prevails over the instinct. That game that allows an approach, a touch, a palpitation. Search among the clothes for the softness of the skin that makes me shiver and makes me enjoy of passion. A caress, a kiss, smelling her hair and her perfumed skin. Given this, The rest is worthless. Sitting in front of the TV, watching a movie of whatever gender, hugging my wife, it is such a great pleasure that I cannot do it. change for nothing in this world. A sip of coffee or liquor or soda, what does it matter, The important thing is to be in the company of the right person. The movie ends late at night. A Yawning lets me know that she is tired and that the sheets need her presence. The pleasure of holding her in my arms with the sweetness that she deserves makes me take her to our corner. I leave her on the bed resting her wonderful body. My lips approach his to wish him a good night. Their hands that caress my cheeks as I turn away, ask me to let my heart stay with her. I cannot, nor do I want to, separate myself from her even for a moment. instant. I access a new approach so that our lips meet again. put together. My hands, far from taking advantage of those circumstances to touch what We always do, they limit themselves to caressing his soft hair, massaging it all over. extension with special attention to the nape of the neck where it finds the relaxation that needs. I never count time while I caress her, it gives me the same as what I can be. Five minutes, one hour, three hours..., what does it matter, The wonder of touching it has no limits. I notice her sigh. Your breath enriches me, It shudders, it moves me... little by little I'm loosening the buttons on his shirt, under the zipper of her skirt and without her having to do the slightest With effort, I free her from the bondage of her clothes. I loosen the bra carefully and I slide the thong down her legs until her body is naked before me. The first desire is to touch her breasts, but I I resist manipulating his charms at the first opportunity I get. That will come after. Now what I have to do is warm my hands rubbing them together so that you do not feel the accumulated cold, that the yolk of the fingers are warm enough to make you feel. I soak my hands with rosemary oil and I pass over his back, his shoulders, his neck. I lower them to the waist to raise them again and continue with the massage where you need it most. I don't think about myself, I don't think about my pleasure or my most primitive desires. I only think about her, that she is comfortable, happy, relaxed..... My massages continue all over his naked body, his legs. I open them to make it easier for my hands to touch the inside of thighs and relax your tired legs. Up to the ankles. again for above. Down again. Once and once again. I make him turn to continue with my work for the arms, from the shoulder to the hands. The sculpted waist also has his portion of caresses. I lift one leg to place it on top of me. shoulder, tense his tendons, continued stretching. I finish with the leg right and continue with the left, elevating and massaging it. I let it rest after so much friction. But I like to keep touching that beautiful skin. I turn it to put it back like at the beginning and this time, the tips of my fingers pass along his back, to the shoulder height, gently, without any pressure as in the massage. I slide my fingers slowly, from right to left. left, from left to right, from top to bottom and from bottom to top. I cover every millimeter of his back and a kiss What escapes me is his perfect neck. This is the greatest thing I want to do. woman and despite having been married for 20 years, every time I touch her, I look at her and kiss, it's like no time has passed for her.