DIARY OF A GIGOLO XIII There is no gallop more satisfying than that of a couple that meets want. Nothing scares you, not

DIARY OF A GIGOLO XIII There is no gallop more satisfying than that of a couple that meets want. Nothing scares you, not even fatigue. Of course Johnny was underneath calmly lying on his back while Monique did all the spending. There was She closed her eyes and her face expressed such satisfaction that I stayed looking at her. as if seeing her for the first time. It was unknown. His inhibitions seemed be buried and well buried. In his face I could read the desire more pressing, the most unbridled passion, the desire for possession exacerbated to the point of cannibalism. He would have feared that he would be bitten to death if she had put her mouth close to him. my body but just as he moved his head back and forth in a epic loss of hair there was not the slightest danger. Her small breasts They wobbled before my nose as if inviting me to a careless bite. And so I did. Raising my head, my tongue caught a nipple in the air and caressed it. tenth of a second it took to turn back. When I returned my mouth caught soft flesh and held the movement for a few seconds. Monique didn't open her eyes. only a moan like a delicious sigh of satisfaction gave me to understand that he appreciated my effort. I would have continued doing sit-ups if the gallop my editor wouldn't have become frantic. His moans were full, without restrictions and filled me with joy. Throughout my life as a gigolo I have learned to appreciate many things in love but they are the moans of a woman fully enjoying the sex, one of the most exquisite pleasures I know, the ones that give me goosebumps chicken and something in your gut begins to melt, to die of love because There is no other possible response to that maximum expression of the intimacy of a women. Someday I will talk to you about it with more time because the woman's moan In the act of love it requires a whole treaty. His hips had pressed against mine, his sex was oozing humidity and the muscles of his belly were steel cables holding my member inside her vagina. No, I couldn't have escaped from her even with a whole army to the rescue. His hands grabbed my hair and I felt intense pain but The pleasure that was possessing me was even greater so the terrible moan What came out of my mouth was more joy than Samson's plea to Delilah not to be deprived of his hair. He moaned and moaned. He was already screaming as if he were skinning He left my hair and his hands on my chest sought support necessary for that final gallop that has a lot of jumping into the abyss. Her moans pierced my eardrums. I got infected expression of his pleasure and I moaned as if I would never have another chance to do it. She came with such eagerness that the final scream made all the hair on my neck go. tip body. Even so, he continued galloping as if by inertia. His desire remained so alive that fell on me and began to bite my chest, my ears, pulling my hair She was a vampire, a cannibal who was willing to devour me. For a moment I thought we had found the G-spot. I totally didn't know the effects of the multi-orgasm but I was sure that after this I had to follow another orgasm and another and another... I was preparing myself for what might come next when Monique ceased her movement that had still held while he bit me and let himself rest on my chest, the chest of the rest of the warrior. He kissed me sweetly for a long time and then he whispered in her ear. -I love you, Johnny, I love you! I don't want you to remind me but I love you, I adore you, you are the most wonderful thing that has happened to me in my life. you are a god for me Those words touched me very deeply. I think one A little tear began to roll from his right eye. I remade myself as best I could to do the He asks what an empire was worth. -Have we reached the G spot Monique? Do you think this has been a multi-orgasm? She went from the most unbridled passion and sweetness most delicious love to the most hysterical laughter. -I don't think so, Johnny. My French friend explained to me what It was her last multi-orgasm and I'm afraid we still have a lot left, darling. Of all Ways it was the best orgasm of my life. Something anthological. Delicious, Johnny, delicious. It took us a while to recover. It costs more for men find your vital tone again. It is curious that women become more active, more restless after the act. You need to talk, move, as if there were vampirized male's extra energy that he now needs to burn off somehow. Throughout my life as a gigolo this is a constant with some exceptions that confirm the rule. A few months later, on a visit I made to Barcelona with Lily, I would meet a delicious Japanese girl from whom I received wise lessons about shiatsu and tantrism among other subjects. It seems that in the sexual act a curious exchange of energy occurs. The universe apparently is a species of hermaphrodite entity that is in constant movement seeking the perfect balance of feminine and masculine energy. The first would have as an essential quality the desire for order, for balance, while the second it would be chaos always in motion destroying the current state of things for new ones to emerge. If the universe were exclusively female Evolution would stop at an unshakable status quo. If, on the contrary, it were absolutely masculine, chaos would take over everything and nothing would be able to find a moment of balance. Of course this idea seems very basic. but it can be developed with many nuances until reaching a surprising cosmic philosophy. Someday, with more time, I will calmly explain to you all the implications of a universe where ying and yang fight tough battles or They make love seeking fulfillment. Even within our body the ying and the yang fight or couple in surprising orgasms that one hides for fear of let them call him crazy. Have you never felt the fullness of each and every one of the cells of your body coupled in pairs and reaching orgasm at the same time? These moments of fulfillment are rare, but Johnny usually achieves them in bed. when the union with a woman has been especially deep, sweet and intense. With Monique I would live one of those mystical and indescribable moments. but the time had not yet come. This orgasm was undoubtedly evidence of that she would be part of my little notebook of stellar moments. but this It is another story that one day I will tell you like so many others that I still have left. in the inkwell. Certainly the masculine seems, in view of history human being, the genesis of all violence, of the destruction that allows the formation of new forms of society. On the other hand, the feminine keeps us in that precarious balance that allows a moment of respite in the chaos. Motherhood with its desire for permanence, for monitoring the offspring so that they survive, taking care of the species so that it does not become extinct and is able to evolve calmly. Immediately sexual the male seems to be more active, possesses, penetrates and the female becomes receptive as if waiting to be fertilized by that chaotic energy that will allow the procreation and forward movement. That's why the male usually stays empty, as relaxed as a dead man, in the grip of post-coitum depression that leads to rest and sleep. Jokes about male snoring after the act are not a mere vengeful musings of the female dissatisfied, they have a clear energetic reason. The male gives energy and the female receives. Although this is a very simplistic way of looking at things because in In reality both give and both receive. The female recharges her batteries, we could say, and feels the need to move, to speak, not to enter directly into the dream The male, on the other hand, loses part of his active energy and in exchange receives feminine energy, calmer, more receptive. The calm of the male later of intercourse is anthological. Hates moving, talking, communicating, enters a species in a catatonic state while the female pricks him to keep him from falling asleep, so that it speaks, so that it remains present in the bed as something more than a piece of meat. The male Johnny would have fallen asleep peacefully after the gallop but the female Monique was eager to move, so He suggested a shower together. I reluctantly accepted, somehow sensing that great energetic truth that Amako, the sweet Japanese girl, would teach me the way most delicious possible. A good gigolo like a good geisha has to take care of himself of his client not only on the sexual level but also on the human level, that is why it is It is essential that you know how to communicate, that you know how to speak, narrate, that you are aware of his lover's deepest psychological needs. Nudes in the shower Monique clung to me like a limpet. She was short and her face barely reached my chest. She sank into him and her arms They surrounded my waist tightly. It is curious to feel the naked body close of a woman after the act. Desire has disappeared and one perceives that body otherwise, as what it really is, not a simple object of desire but the shell of a personality that is there, at our side, with its feelings and anguish As a good sex professional, Johnny would study everything in depth. what is related to the naked body, with the naked souls that are sought or hide, with the secrets and deep pains that come to light precisely in those moments when the desire has passed and one meets the body naked, with the naked person who talks to you and approaches you. You often feel the rejection, rejection towards a body that you no longer desire and that you see with each and every one of those defects that the passion of desire hides. Sometimes its smell disgusts you or her breasts are no longer what they seemed to you at first or her buttocks They look flabby or their belly has that light layer of fat that she hid from you. so skillfully But it's not those imperfections that bother Johnny, it's rather the naked personality of your partner that begins to blossom without inhibitions which sometimes makes the professionalism of a gigolo uncontrolled. There is talkative and empty women like cockatoos whose mouths must be covered with a long history. Others are closed like a safe and it is necessary search for the combination by typing all the numbers. Behind each one you sense a story that you would like to know but they hide behind the hollow smile or after a sadness that begs not to be opened like an envelope with bad news. In Monique's case, the defects of her body became apparent to me. appeared more intensely in the shower once his body's desire had was satisfied. On the other hand, her personality as a cultured, exquisite woman, with a very deep inner life and with a suffering that had transformed his heart in a fort in whose center I sensed the Forbidden City of Beijing, they were attracting me more and more every moment. I wanted you to tell me many stories from her life, but she was afraid that she would be the one to would be the winner in this story contest. Women after love They always manage to get what they want...if you don't fall asleep first, clear. We dry each other with towels. I took the opportunity to go knowing every pore of your body with the calm that comes from not being in any hurry, being aware that his naked body will remain by our side for a few hours further. It was more difficult for her to look at my body without fear, without inhibitions, but little little by little she was losing her shyness to the point of entertaining herself with my penis, comparing its length in a state of boiling and that modest contraction that makes it difficult to measure at rest. He played with the testicles as with two curious billiard balls. I even had to draw their attention to the delicacy of these gadgets that bother us males so much and that without This is undoubtedly nature's most blatant revenge. This has them placed right outside where they can be reached and tortured by a righteous hand The violent male, the very powerful male, has his shame on the air so that everyone knows how fragile it is deep down. She asked me about the length of my penis. I was trying to stay serious but laughter escaped her every second. -You see, Monique, although it makes you laugh, years ago I had the worrying about measuring this piece of meat while it is fully boiling. One night I asked him I asked María, once excited to the limit, to measure my penis with a ruler. I assure you that she was delighted to do it and even then she surpassed that average that Sexologists talk as if they had actually measured all the penises in the world. world. Years later I repeated the experience with a university student and I can assure you that its length surprised her. Of course the poor thing had not yet seen none of those gigantic penises that appear in magazines or videos porn. I'm not going to tell you its length until we reach the G-spot. Do you think fair?. -Of course honey, it seems fair to me. But I got itchy again curiosity. Why don't we go back to bed and you continue telling me the story of Maria?. To be continued.