<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2798148975637625517</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Sep 2024 00:50:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>love</category><category>passion</category><category>sex</category><category>care</category><category>caring</category><category>desire</category><category>fire</category><category>loving</category><category>pain</category><category>pleasure</category><category>relationships</category><category>sexual intercourse</category><title>Sex, Love, and Pain</title><description></description><link>http://passionpainpleasure.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Masura Daichi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2798148975637625517.post-4738655683271130913</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T01:14:43.923-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">desire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">passion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>What it Means to Make Love Pt 2</title><description>You have to look her in her eyes and tell her with your heart that you want her.&lt;br /&gt;Not with your lips, with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Stare into her eyes... deep and long.&lt;br /&gt;Your only focus need be on her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will feel tension in her body.&lt;br /&gt;Tension so intense that the slightest mistake would ruin the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Take your hand and slowly rub it across her arm and smile warmly.&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t say a word... and when you feel her body start to shake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean forward and whisper in her ear that&lt;br /&gt;&quot;For once in my life I finally found what I was looking to find.&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw your eyes, I saw right through your heart&lt;br /&gt;and climbed into your mind.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin will develop goosebumps and her breathing will stutter.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of your warm breath against her ear will make her body hot like fire.&lt;br /&gt;Her yoni will swell and tighten.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her on her neck ever so gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the side of her face taking the back of her head in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Sniff her and tell her, &quot;You smell SO damn good...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lay her down gently... kiss her on her lips, you know, the ones below her nose.&lt;br /&gt;Slide off her shirt above her head, off her arms, take off her bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point she should be ready and willing to let you go there.&lt;br /&gt;As she slides off her skirt and her panties stop what you are doing &lt;br /&gt;and just look at her.&lt;br /&gt;Admire her body. She will appreciate it. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask her, &quot;How do you want it baby?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Let her answer... &quot;I want you to taste me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Spread open her legs and run your tongue down her left thigh.&lt;br /&gt;Lower and lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conveniently miss her yoni and continue to move down from her right.&lt;br /&gt;Her body will shiver and she&#39;ll moan with passion.&lt;br /&gt;Then move in and kiss her on her lips, you know, the ones below her navel.&lt;br /&gt;Lick between them and suck her... breathe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not hold back as this is only the preliminaries... you have a game to win.&lt;br /&gt;Ask her, &quot;Are you wet baby?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mmmhmmm, oh yea... ah ha ha ah&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Find her clit and let your tongue be her guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck her, breathe her, lick her, taste her.&lt;br /&gt;Take her to her highest high.&lt;br /&gt;Her moans turn into screams&lt;br /&gt;&quot;YES! DON&#39;T STOP! DON&#39;T STOP! MOTHAFUJA I SAID DON&#39;T STO-- OOOOOOHH! OOOOOOOOO!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy has no bounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cums, let her soul rush into your being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her precious yoni is all yours&lt;br /&gt;Dripping from your sex&lt;br /&gt;Tightening from your love&lt;br /&gt;and Aching from your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, &quot;I love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her on her forehead &lt;br /&gt;Then hold her in your arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means to make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGg0ddPGvQnIbhPPqYg0LefCN6eyr15_YO11bK5IBOm2e7oo4rS-xQDYsk67ZxxylWljGfJutStxbB2N7K_Z073OGFito09vcvTbApnQxwsDr0elr8BhLveRy37DfPocxF5UU0ZNcfc90/s1600-h/blackloveart.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGg0ddPGvQnIbhPPqYg0LefCN6eyr15_YO11bK5IBOm2e7oo4rS-xQDYsk67ZxxylWljGfJutStxbB2N7K_Z073OGFito09vcvTbApnQxwsDr0elr8BhLveRy37DfPocxF5UU0ZNcfc90/s320/blackloveart.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359674361845878434&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://passionpainpleasure.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-it-means-to-make-love-pt-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Masura Daichi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGg0ddPGvQnIbhPPqYg0LefCN6eyr15_YO11bK5IBOm2e7oo4rS-xQDYsk67ZxxylWljGfJutStxbB2N7K_Z073OGFito09vcvTbApnQxwsDr0elr8BhLveRy37DfPocxF5UU0ZNcfc90/s72-c/blackloveart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2798148975637625517.post-2032835357359729572</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T00:08:06.066-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">caring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><title>My Love</title><description>My love sneaks up on you and sweeps you off your feet.&lt;br /&gt;My love is swift yet sincere. &lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s strong and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the summer day it&#39;s hot and long...&lt;br /&gt;Makes you sweat and uncomfortable yet carries you along.&lt;br /&gt;You get used to it, for it is an acquired taste.&lt;br /&gt;My love is out of this world; it has no base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love never grows cold... never stiffens&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s always warm to piping hot but it doesn&#39;t burn when you touch it.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it consumes you with heat then cools your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love builds you; never tears you down.&lt;br /&gt;Like a sand castle, once it&#39;s gone it will be nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;Once you&#39;ve lost it, think of it as you carelessly letting it float away.&lt;br /&gt;My love&#39;s grip is firm, holds you tight, and will never lead you astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s exclusiveness is not defined from person to person&lt;br /&gt;Yet heart to heart, soul to soul&lt;br /&gt;It is the person who captures my love and their soul that embraces it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your darkest hour it is your light.&lt;br /&gt;In your sunnyless day it is your moonful night.&lt;br /&gt;It is the pillow between your legs when your yoni is stiff tight.&lt;br /&gt;It is the groove in your left leg trying to be the funk in your right.</description><link>http://passionpainpleasure.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Masura Daichi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2798148975637625517.post-2987223146623581037</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T14:36:03.549-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">passion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexual intercourse</category><title>Cuming All Over</title><description>I breathed, relaxed, and circulated those delicious sensations up and away&lt;br /&gt;from my genitals. I knew those other parts of my body (feet, nipples, head)&lt;br /&gt;couldn&#39;t ejaculate, but it sure felt like I was cuming all over. Instead, the&lt;br /&gt;intense urge to release calmed and I could relax into more intense stimulation&lt;br /&gt;of vajra. Oddly, the slower she went, the stronger the sensations were. And I&lt;br /&gt;loved them! So much pleasure from several inches of hard throbbing flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Who would want this to end quickly in a few seconds of explosion? Not me, I&lt;br /&gt;was looking forward to hours of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After who knows how long, I turned over, touched, kissed, and then licked her&lt;br /&gt;now wet yoni delicately. She had multiple orgasms with my fingers and then&lt;br /&gt;with my tongue, each one rocking me to my core. Her energy pulses made me&lt;br /&gt;want to cum with her. Vajra hiding between my legs stayed hard as she&lt;br /&gt;continued to stream ecstasy into my body. Stretched out with my mouth&lt;br /&gt;between her legs, it was as if she was pumping pleasure right down into my&lt;br /&gt;body – making me jump with electricity. We were both rocking and moaning&lt;br /&gt;with so much pleasure that we could have continued foreplay like this all</description><link>http://passionpainpleasure.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuming-all-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Masura Daichi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2798148975637625517.post-5284020821847340877</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T04:11:49.413-05:00</atom:updated><title>What it Means to Make Love Pt 1</title><description>Making love is like creating a passionate atmosphere and introducing the energy of sex, love, and pain then concentrating those energies and manifesting them within your very being then expressing them with every once of human affection. Touching, kissing, licking, hugging, etc. is all that it takes to get her to her highest high. Tell her that she is beautiful and that she is your Queen. Don&#39;t fuck her, make love to her. FEEL her. Breathe her. Sleep her. Taste her. Eat her. Hear her. Feed her. Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.besonic.com/pics/0072/5162/gallery_14372_l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.besonic.com/pics/0072/5162/gallery_14372_l.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means to make love.</description><link>http://passionpainpleasure.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-it-means-to-make-love-pt-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Masura Daichi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>