Masturbating Women

June 4th, 2010 |

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There are not many things that can take the fun out of your bedroom faster than premature ejaculation. It takes the typical woman twenty minutes to achieve orgasm during intercourse, so it stands to reason that a “minute man” is guaranteed to leave his lover frustrated and unsatisfied most, if not all, of the time. If this is a problem you are facing, you already know that you desperately need to learn to delay your ejaculation to be able to please your lover. Here are a couple tips that should help you see modest gains in your staying power.

1. Position matters! Once you get a little more advanced in your ejaculation training, you will be able to thrust away in any position for long periods of time in any position and be in complete control. However, while you are still struggling with premature ejaculation, you need to choose a position which provides less direct stimulation to the penis. The best way to do this is to utilize the woman-on-top position. This position has benefits for her beyond the fact that it can last for longer; she will be able to navigate your penis inside her to where it hits all the right spots.

2. The “Short Circuit” Technique! I don’t know the science behind why this technique works, but it does. When you are having intercourse and you feel like you are about to lose control, take your tongue and lightly tickle the roof of your mouth. The tickling sensation works to “short circuit” your intense desire to orgasm and buys you some more time. I recommend practicing this one a few times while masturbating before you rely on it in the bedroom. Once you get the hang of it, however, it is a guaranteed method to increase the duration of your lovemaking sessions.

These two techniques are perfect for someone just getting into a regimen to end premature ejaculation. They provide reliable “quick fixes” to help you delay your ejaculation while you wait for the results of your long-term ejaculation control efforts to kick in. Also, they don’t take the fun out of sex in any way like those awful desensitizing creams (which, by the way, don’t even work).

Remember what I said earlier. It takes the average woman a lot longer to orgasm during intercourse than most men can last. Increase your staying power to unprecedented levels and be that one lover that stands out in her mind as being able to fulfill her needs EVERY time!

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Advance: The author has had one political thorn in his side and this is it, the corruption of at all three branches of the United Nations; worldwide. As he has stated: “The UN is screwing the whole world royal with US Dollars for it mattress, and waiting or the US Taxpayer to bend over for more.”

Dennis has done much more for the public in providing a view of the corruption than any newspaper, or magazine, or book out in the public’s eye today; he has provided over 60-articles (most all in the past three years) on its behavior, much coming to him right from the United Nations employees themselves. He has been invited to the United Nations in Vienna, should he decide to ever travel there as a guest. He recently published an article of the harassment of a woman at the UN, before the even the media had the results, or intent, he had it, and those reading his articles had it. This new poem of Dennis’ (originally written, on napkins at the Roseville, Har Mar Mall, in Minnesota, at the BN-Café, 2/28/2006; copied from the napkins onto the computer) kind of outlines his distress over their decades long corruption. Advance by: Rosa Peñaloza.

Dedicated to: Paul Saey (and the CTBTO, in Vienna)

and to Ed Sanders (Old Poet)

The Poem

I

Falling falling

murderous horde

they are,

prophets

of doom

and was

and shall be

United Nations

Stomping

all over

the halls; and

over the world–

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for half a century

the oil gods; also,

with contortions

they received

the prick:

from China

Russia

the Palestinians

(each time gratified).

They leap

lusting for the sun,

disinter

clot with thoughts

falling, falling.

Tense

beyond belief

wandering in

everyone’s shorts

things, things

looking for the thing

(and what it will bring)

balling:

everyday

everybody

everyway

looking for the theory;

into the mud they lay

hand

choking everything

masturbating

with American dollars

and deadly moistened

hands…

“Bend over

America,”

they howl!…

(Once again.)

II

Run

to the warehouse

or in a closest

or bar

somewhere

not too far

(Budapest:

it will do,

to get your

fix).

Their eyes

and brains

puke into

the world’s drainage

system

sucking the legs

out from under

the US; into

Oceanus.

O America

O Japan

O Israel

they want

trembling lambs

move onward

Put on

thick sandals

enter the

cave

they have made

of darkness…,

between bellies

she wants to be your

truly, gloomy lover,

Mistress

just pay the

ticket!

You shall enter,

at

20-billion a piece

with no

lights

directions

simply listen

(they have the

answers).

III

From Geneva

to Vienna

to NYC

still farting

around

as if

the world

waits on them–

with clasped

hands

behind

their backs,

as if

if they were

the policemen

(with America

backing).

Lovers

(Annan)

shedding the

foreskin

confronting

each other

in nakedness

as if to discover

a mutual

understanding.

No, they have

not stopped hate.

(nor care to; it’s

too late)

yes, it is true,

death is not

shameless

to them,

they

anticipate it,

masturbate

around it, as

long as it isn’t

them…!

They do their

poetry

on the toilet

write it on

tissue;

close the door

ejaculate

their ideas…

after washing

their hands

of the Americans

cashing their checks

first

they tell them:

how much

they

love them.

IV

When

shall you

you?

blame

in your journey

thru the cosmos

blame yourself?

we all have

endured you

your ass-paper

thoughts.

Let us place

blame

where it was nurtured

the enormous

cowardice–

you!

The UN

O Tiamat, Zeus

give them a heart

(not a goose)

that they walk

without

their

continuous tremble

by

the sleazy-pool.

UN:

open up

the darkness

to your underworld

where

then

flowers may grow;

for now

you, you!

it’s all about

you,

the sleazy-pool

of

the world.

Falling, falling

may I build

your tomb,

then I’d die

triumphal

then,

O Tiamat, Zeus,

gods of chaos

leave us

be…

Still

the puke-lips

of

the pukers

are

wandering in this

endless pit

spitting out

desecrate

goods!

anti-love

endless toilet paper

at the UN

flypapers

belly

lovers.

O Lord of Lords

am I howling at them

again,

I think we’d

be better off

without them.

For

out of brightness

came cunning

and:

blackness

the beast

milking

the world,

America

in particular, dry

(and Japan,

nearby)

wants her on

her

hands and knees

to lick

the disarray

off

the vastness

of her

mistakes

feed the beast;

their quest,

is

not in the interest

of peace;

kill

more in Africa

(Annan)

or wherever

there are feet.

And let

America’s

mind

be shredded

is how they think.

VI

The clock

is ticking

away,

there,

the flaming teeth

of

doomsday

waits (by the clock;

waiting

for it to stop

ticking)

we

have built

a (demise)

devise

to destroy

earth

all now

connected

to our sensory

input:

computers,

minds

it is as if

a dozen

nuclear bombs

will be triggered

in no time

all

under the rugs of

the UN.

“Chew up

all you can,

you

will soon be

cinders,”

says the UN.

The sexual

appetite

of the UN

is perfecting

its biggest

orgasm–;

and we will

pay the bill

for all at the UN

even

their

millionaires club.

You are a death

machine.

VII

I saw the Horse

of Death

ride

out of the

Abyss.

Freakish

black

beams of light

chased after it,

followed

it

like a racing shadow:

bloody shadow

bloody thoughts

intertwined in

the shadow

were bloody hands

all coming

out of the Abyss

of

the United Nations.

I want to fly to

the next galaxy

(live in a dream);

but the road is

too twisted and

life too short.

Poems

so I write poems

that is what I do:

made

of stone, laughter

drama and gloom;

poems

that is what I do–,

as I water

the world

and watch it

falling, falling

to its doom–;

squirm

in it

out of it

endure it;

glare at it

sweat in it!

VIII

The bedpan

is

waiting

for the oozing

mind

the eruption

about to start

downward

upward

stomped into

granite tears

eyes balling

every ass

that walks by

at the UN–

(join us or else).