I am spending my long weekend with him (since last evening).
As usual, I woke up at six this morning, and went for my refreshing run. I am back resting in lounge. The run has again “cleansed my sins”, crystallised my point of view. While my thoughts are still untainted and unblemished by carnality on Good Friday, I think I should pen this post.
Nope, I am not talking about Ferragamo shoes (incidentally I love them
). And, no, it's not Ferrari cars or Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Neither am I referring to myself, as a "chio-bu", which I am sure, I am one .
Enough of 卖官子.
Ferachio, is the Japanese equivalent, for the Latin word, Fellatio. It is what he regularly begs for, in the midst of intimacy. I do “administer” Ferachio in “gregarious” manner. I do get a sense of egoistical satisfaction ~ when he moans, groans, becomes vulnerable, wholly within my control, pleading and urging me on ~ in an array of muscular spasms.
I do not that mind discussing about Ferachio, in this forum, given the anonymity it provides, hence my audaciousness to start a thread like this. Perhaps, I can learn more, about the likes and dislikes of men, about Ferachio, in a full and frank discussion.
In this modern age, I believe none of us should have any taboo subjects. I believe a clean and healthy discussion can help all of us ∼ whether you are male or female. As for me, I have often discussed Ferachio with Sue. I am appreciative to her, for coaching me what to do, and what not to do, when delivering an intense Ferachio for him.
Before I continue, I ask that your comments be restricted to "educational" rather than absurdity.
Also, if you comport yourself like a Byuntae (like Mr Leong) ~ or worse ~ a convulsive spastic who spew unintelligible crap or can’t even put a few words into proper readable sentences ~ I am sure I will ignore you, as I have often done, to the many paroxysmal "keyboard" nincompoops here in this forum.
Let me begin.
When I was with my ex, the Brit, he did not enjoy my delivery of Ferachio. Then, I sought Sue’s help. I realised the problem was me, not him. Sue said I did not administer my Ferachio with “passion” ~ ie., HE DID NOT enjoy it, because, I WASN’T enjoying it.
For example, I often closed my eyes, and he probably felt “bad”. It could have given him the wrong impression that I was being “forced” into Ferachio. Well, I couldn’t have practised on another man, as we broke off shortly.
With my current beau, I discarded all my fear and inhibitions. I am not shy to tease him about his moans and groans in whatsapp messages, during working hours ~ building his desire when it is nearing the weekend.
In fact, we had intimacy last night. He is still fast asleep now, snoring like a swine. He is probably dead exhausted, while I am still in pretty good shape, after a refreshing morning run. I am penning this piece with lots of zest, with fresh memories of the mutual pleasure we had last night.
During our intimacy, I will (more often than not) initiate a Ferachio, though I will make him “beg” for it, as I like to be “in control of proceedings”.
When administering this “addictive drug”, I will make the eye connexion with him, observing, listening to sounds he makes, and also his spasmodic reactions from his body and limbs. I will ask him what he likes, and also encourages him to “talk wildly” to me, while I am giving him an immaculate “head”.
Like a dictatorial “head mistress” fully in control of my “student”, I will first use my saliva to lubricate his Chinchin, followed by using my hand to stiffen it adequately, applying an “up and down” motion. When it is amply “toughened”, I will then “cup” it with my mouth.
While doing all these, I will always maintain a direct eye contact with him, showing my delight and pleasure. Sometimes, with one hand holding his Chinchin, gliding in and out of my mouth, I will squeeze one of my Chichi ~ not only to get myself aroused, but also to let him have the pleasure of a “lusty” vision ~ that I am relishing his Chinchin, adoring it like a divine rod, which I desperately need, for my subsequent iku iku.
Interspersing my oral glide, I will use my mouth to gently “cup” his twin jewels, one at a time, also grazing his inner thighs, and a luscious creaming of his sensitive perineum, with my saliva-drizzling tongue.
At times, when he couldn’t control, and start ejaculating, I will demand that he spurt on my Chichis, to “fire” his iku iku to greater heights. Once it a while, I will ask him to come in my mouth. I do not always ingest his army of tadpoles. I am not sure why. He doesn't demand for it either. At times, if they taste sweet and good, I will gladly swallow. At other times, if they smell and taste inedible, I will spit them out onto a tissue. Perhaps it has to do with what he eats during the day. I really don’t know. I am neither a dietician nor a food scientist.
I am certain what I have described above is what your girlfriend and wife does to you too. I do not believe that I have written porn. Neither am I ashamed in administering Ferachio on him, the man whom I love a lot, indulging with him, in mutual pleasure and excitement. Similarly, he does enjoy “dining at my Y” too (which, I don't feel comfortable in sharing at this moment). Perhaps some other time when I am in a mischievous mood.
Alas, it’s time to wake up that swine, shower and get out of his apartment, to look for some breakfast. I am hungry!
Have a blessed Good Friday and a fabulous long weekend.
As usual, I woke up at six this morning, and went for my refreshing run. I am back resting in lounge. The run has again “cleansed my sins”, crystallised my point of view. While my thoughts are still untainted and unblemished by carnality on Good Friday, I think I should pen this post.
Nope, I am not talking about Ferragamo shoes (incidentally I love them
). And, no, it's not Ferrari cars or Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Neither am I referring to myself, as a "chio-bu", which I am sure, I am one .Enough of 卖官子.
Ferachio, is the Japanese equivalent, for the Latin word, Fellatio. It is what he regularly begs for, in the midst of intimacy. I do “administer” Ferachio in “gregarious” manner. I do get a sense of egoistical satisfaction ~ when he moans, groans, becomes vulnerable, wholly within my control, pleading and urging me on ~ in an array of muscular spasms.
I do not that mind discussing about Ferachio, in this forum, given the anonymity it provides, hence my audaciousness to start a thread like this. Perhaps, I can learn more, about the likes and dislikes of men, about Ferachio, in a full and frank discussion.
In this modern age, I believe none of us should have any taboo subjects. I believe a clean and healthy discussion can help all of us ∼ whether you are male or female. As for me, I have often discussed Ferachio with Sue. I am appreciative to her, for coaching me what to do, and what not to do, when delivering an intense Ferachio for him.
Before I continue, I ask that your comments be restricted to "educational" rather than absurdity.
Also, if you comport yourself like a Byuntae (like Mr Leong) ~ or worse ~ a convulsive spastic who spew unintelligible crap or can’t even put a few words into proper readable sentences ~ I am sure I will ignore you, as I have often done, to the many paroxysmal "keyboard" nincompoops here in this forum.
Let me begin.
When I was with my ex, the Brit, he did not enjoy my delivery of Ferachio. Then, I sought Sue’s help. I realised the problem was me, not him. Sue said I did not administer my Ferachio with “passion” ~ ie., HE DID NOT enjoy it, because, I WASN’T enjoying it.
For example, I often closed my eyes, and he probably felt “bad”. It could have given him the wrong impression that I was being “forced” into Ferachio. Well, I couldn’t have practised on another man, as we broke off shortly.
With my current beau, I discarded all my fear and inhibitions. I am not shy to tease him about his moans and groans in whatsapp messages, during working hours ~ building his desire when it is nearing the weekend.
In fact, we had intimacy last night. He is still fast asleep now, snoring like a swine. He is probably dead exhausted, while I am still in pretty good shape, after a refreshing morning run. I am penning this piece with lots of zest, with fresh memories of the mutual pleasure we had last night.
During our intimacy, I will (more often than not) initiate a Ferachio, though I will make him “beg” for it, as I like to be “in control of proceedings”.
When administering this “addictive drug”, I will make the eye connexion with him, observing, listening to sounds he makes, and also his spasmodic reactions from his body and limbs. I will ask him what he likes, and also encourages him to “talk wildly” to me, while I am giving him an immaculate “head”.
Like a dictatorial “head mistress” fully in control of my “student”, I will first use my saliva to lubricate his Chinchin, followed by using my hand to stiffen it adequately, applying an “up and down” motion. When it is amply “toughened”, I will then “cup” it with my mouth.
While doing all these, I will always maintain a direct eye contact with him, showing my delight and pleasure. Sometimes, with one hand holding his Chinchin, gliding in and out of my mouth, I will squeeze one of my Chichi ~ not only to get myself aroused, but also to let him have the pleasure of a “lusty” vision ~ that I am relishing his Chinchin, adoring it like a divine rod, which I desperately need, for my subsequent iku iku.
Interspersing my oral glide, I will use my mouth to gently “cup” his twin jewels, one at a time, also grazing his inner thighs, and a luscious creaming of his sensitive perineum, with my saliva-drizzling tongue.
At times, when he couldn’t control, and start ejaculating, I will demand that he spurt on my Chichis, to “fire” his iku iku to greater heights. Once it a while, I will ask him to come in my mouth. I do not always ingest his army of tadpoles. I am not sure why. He doesn't demand for it either. At times, if they taste sweet and good, I will gladly swallow. At other times, if they smell and taste inedible, I will spit them out onto a tissue. Perhaps it has to do with what he eats during the day. I really don’t know. I am neither a dietician nor a food scientist.
I am certain what I have described above is what your girlfriend and wife does to you too. I do not believe that I have written porn. Neither am I ashamed in administering Ferachio on him, the man whom I love a lot, indulging with him, in mutual pleasure and excitement. Similarly, he does enjoy “dining at my Y” too (which, I don't feel comfortable in sharing at this moment). Perhaps some other time when I am in a mischievous mood
.Alas, it’s time to wake up that swine, shower and get out of his apartment, to look for some breakfast. I am hungry!
Have a blessed Good Friday and a fabulous long weekend
.
