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Intensity…

I think that everyone at some time in their life has experienced the force of an orgasm, its intensity, its power, the pleasure that shakes you from head to toe… Yes, I think everyone has felt it.

I am a sexologist, and you can already imagine that sex is my strong point, I know everything that has to do with that term, I would say that I am a sexual Aphrodite.

But even sexologists have to continue innovating and learning new things related to this ancient act.

There is always something new that surprises me, something that catches me off guard and my jaw drops when my clients tell me about their experiences. I know, you will think that how is it possible, well let me tell you yes, and in terms of the female orgasm it is that it is an unexplored universe.

It’s not just using sex toys, or fingers, or the shower head, or rubbing yourself with a cushion, no, the female climax is an area that has me on my toes.

For this reason, I decided to venture into a spiritual retreat, where ancient experts from different cultures come together to help you discover all the points of intensity of your body, the way to have the most intense orgasm.

I’ve told my patients about it, and they can’t wait for me to come back and teach them new things.

The retreat is almost idyllic, if not paradise.

There is no worldly distraction that impedes your progress or sexual education, I mean, it’s like being in a convent.

There were thousands of people, but each one was in a specific section, I, for example, was in divine masturbation.

They forced us to go naked, so as not to feel any complex when we are at the climax, accepting our body with perfections and imperfections.

I have to say, the men were erect all day, and hey, nobody cared.

My first class consisted of telling what we like the most, how we usually masturbate.

I said that I am one of the traditional ones, using my fingers, lubricant and occasionally with the shower hose. There was each one that left me amazed, some even went to other levels such as stimulating the mind to, without masturbating. you could climax. I obviously don’t control that point yet, besides, the times I usually masturbate I do it quickly, it’s a matter of minutes.

I guess I see it as such a normal thing that I don’t even bother to experience something new.

When I told my teacher, he told me in amazement:

– And are you a sexologist?

Yes, with all that that entails.

He stroked his beard, that gesture was so mystical that I felt that whatever he was going to tell me was going to be wise.

-My dear, sex is not just releasing a liquid, it is not just caressing your hot spot and feeling a little tickle, NO, sex is the language of our body. When you practice this act, every termination wakes up to life, even that unused neuron. There are thousands of ways to enjoy it, since sex for everyone is destiny, and if you don’t explore the infinite facets of how to achieve pleasure, there will come a point where sex will go from being something mystical to something ordinary.

I looked at him amazed, that man knew what he was saying.

-I advise you to explore new facets tonight in relation to masturbation. Each room, as you have seen, has everything one might need, lubricants, oils, toys… take advantage, and explore the enigma hidden between your legs.

He almost floated away, that fixed man who was not from earth.

It so happened that there was a full moon that night, it seems that the stars have come together so that I can reach a decent orgasm.

If I’m honest, I was embarrassed, it’s not the same to do it as something ordinary, to spend a whole night discovering different ways.

Sweating, I went to light a series of candles, all of which were aphrodisiacs, as was the jasmine incense that I lit.

The room, to call it something, was open, just a four-story structure with white curtains that floated in the night breeze.

I swallow nervously looking at the bed, yes, that typical aristocratic bed, surrounded by silk scarves.

I put music, obviously this site was prepared for everything related to sex.

I began to take off my white robe, leaving myself completely naked.

He was breathing so fast, this was crazy.

I opened a bottle of wine, and sat on the bed looking at the mysterious night.

How was it possible? I am an experienced sexologist, I couldn’t be ashamed of masturbation.

I drank the whole bottle, and a drop of wine escaped.

It slid slowly down my throat, until it rested on a nipple.

I swallowed nervously, gawking at the drop of wine.

A little wind blew, and the curtains caressed my bare legs. My skin got goosebumps.

I took a bottle of lavender oil and poured it on myself, it was as if it was glowing. Between the candles and the moon, my body seemed almost incorporeal.

I spread my legs letting all the oil run down to my female core.

I felt how it swelled, I closed my eyes enjoying the humidity that was being generated only with the oil.

I began to caress my nipple with the drop of wine. I sighed, feeling my stomach tighten. Normally, I would have gone straight to the point, but I liked the torture he was giving my body.

I sucked on the fingers of my other hand and slid them lazily down my body until I reached the pool that was forming between my legs.

I slid my fingers up the sides of her clit, and a wave of cream came out, mixing with the oil.

I did the same again, but this time squeezing the clitoris, hard, almost painful, but it was the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt.

I lay down on the bed and picked up a white feather, one of the many toys out there.

I traced several circles around each breast, then down my legs.

I felt every emotion, every caress with a new level of intensity, it was as if I had never known my body.

I felt every nerve ending, every neuron electrify.

I moaned, and even that moan seemed new to me.

I lowered the pen to my venus mound, just a light touch, and it seemed that the orgasm was going to come at any moment. I felt my clitoris swell more and more.

I licked my lips, and sighed for more.

I put down the pen and picked up a completely smooth black dildo.

I soaked it well in my body oil, and in all the lube I released and turned it on. I put the minimum speed, because I wanted to feel that torture forever.

First I placed it between my breasts, I slid it slowly up and down.

The vibration made my nipples harder than normal, even enlarged.

I sighed, a whole song of my body that transmitted it to the night.

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When I thought it was enough, although nothing was really enough, I put it in my mouth.

As I sucked on it, I parted my pussy lips and stuck a finger in.

I purred like a cat.

I don’t know how long it had been, but the moon was at its highest point. I opened my eyes and fixed my gaze on her as she directed the dildo to my nest of pleasure.

I slid it up and down, each vibration, each slide, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body, I was shaking, and it wasn’t because of the breeze that it was.

I slid him faster, shoving him deep inside, almost desperate for release.

The orgasm came so slowly, so intense that I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. I screamed so loud, as my body jerked over and over again, seared by the intensity, by the surge, by the Climax.

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