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free ...champas . . if . .. squirt .. . !!!! "free bottle of champas if you can squirt on me" WHAT????!!!! That just shows exactly what I was writing about in the post that I had just completed, was about to review and post, only the phone rang. Then the computer rebooted to recover from another serious error! .. .and you have no idea as to what I am talking about. . so I will try to explain. Young man kisses young lady, strokes her hair, maybe kisses or touches her ear, then her neck, touches her boobs a bit, and then it's on, and it's over. He's done it! He has blown his load, and all is good in paradise. Why wouldn't she be satisfied? Yep, at eighteen, and even perhaps twenty five, that's fine. It's all good at those young ages. I do promise you that no emotionally healthy mature woman will squirt on that young man. The stupid thing is that women have cheapened themselves by posting themselves doing that. The man who offers a bottle of champas for a woman to do it to him does not value any woman, and should be ignored or treated with contempt. He makes women worthless just by his behaviour, and he has no idea as to how little he values them. I used to have to wash my sheets most days. I promise you, I was not treated with a lack of respect when that was happening. The reason that today I don't wash my sheets is choice. I chose to befriend a man who I respected. I respected him so much that I gave up my sex life for him. I valued him. He gave me reasons that I considered valid, so I changed my body language, to accommodate his desires. That is how much I did care. I don't regret the time I gave him, why I wrote that sms. What I do feel is that he has no idea as to how precious he was to me. I don't think he has any idea as to what he really meant to me, nor that the fact that I had spent several years in his life, meant that I was there because I really cared, in the right way. I don't know if he is just so damaged, that he will never work it out. I don't know. There are lots of "I don't know . ."s when it comes to him. It's ok. I don't have to know everything. It's enough that I know I was there when he nearly died, not once, a few times. Each time I was watching, waiting for him to recover, and become normal, and finally he was operated on, and then he seemed to come to life. It's his right to reject me, to not value me, and it's my right to realise that sometimes we value someone for all the right reasons, and then we lose them. I have never even known if we would be physically compatible, as I just accepted the no touch rule, and never even tried to touch him in any way, other than passing a cuppa. Today, I am not even sure that we would be compatible. Today, I really have my doubts. Maybe, like that eighteen year old man, he has no idea as to how to make love to a woman, in a way that she just sprays fountains everywhere, or makes "cheese" inside, that really smells nice, and when it comes out, it's really different. Maybe, like the young man, he has no idea as to how to make a woman really cum. That would be because to make a woman squirt or really cum, you need to show her love, not just behind the closed doors, a bit like the friendship he gave me. He did give me unlimited friendship. His friendship was so good, that were he to cross the barrier he put up between us, he'd find the lady doing everything that he could possibly want, because he gave the love of a friend first. . .. and it's ok that he has no idea, it's ok that he rejected her, and it's ok that he will never know. That's what real love is all about, accepting the situation, and giving, tirelessly. You give your company, your words, no matter if they are perfect or not. You give your time, your labours of love, such as trying to make scrambled eggs for him/her for the first time in your life. You might have no idea, and you might botch it, only you look up how to, or ask someone that knows, find out what you need to beforehand, and then you scramble eggs for this loved person, and whether they turn out or not, the fact is that you gave of yourself, lovingly, caringly, and that will give your partner orgasms, if not today, maybe next time, and you will make your partner orgasm one day, because you care, because you love that person, and you do put the effort in. That is what will make a woman squirt, or spray, or produce cheese, your effort at making her happy, at showing her how much you love her. (It will of course help, if you know the technique as well.) I have been loved, not once, a few times, in different ways. I have no complaints. I have been given in wonderful ways. When I hear a man complaining, I know that he has not been given enough love yet. When a hear a woman complaining, I know that she has not been given enough love yet. When you have really been loved, no matter if you love that person or not, you do somehow gain something inside you, and if you are a real person, it will make you appreciate the other gender. You won't want to hurt, if you have grown up. If on the other hand, like a , you just want to enjoy, and never grow up, sure you won't grow up. You also, will never experience unbridled passion, unbridled love, and you will never know what is talked about, when people talk about it. You will think you know, only there is a big difference between thinking you know, and quietly, confidently, knowing. Yes, there are squirters, and I am one of them, only I don't squirt for just anyone. I don't squirt for a man who just wants to give me a bottle of champas for the experience. I am worth ten thousand bottles of champagne, so why would I cheapen myself? I am worth thousands of dollars, so why would I lower myself? I, that's me, am worth more than any man can pay, so until I find the right man, no, it's not going to happen, because he needs to give as much as I give, or it won't happen. It just doesn't happen for just anybody. It only happens for the right person, and yes, I used to make that happen for this one, and then when things went wrong for that one, only each time, I felt the one I was making it happen for was worth it. That's why he had the pleasure, and occasionally one just missed out, and that was because he was not up to scratch, only I could not tell him that, as he would never understand. The man in question had to grow up in his time, at his pace, not when I said so. That is the issue. We can't all be grown up at the same time. Then when we finally do grow up, before we know it, it's time to pass our life force on to the next living creature. Written partly in frustration, partly with love and care, and partly because I am sick of being the world's best kept secret. I know I am worth it, and am worthy. I know that I just haven't become attached to the right man yet, and maybe it can't happen, only I can have fun along the way, if I am very careful, and again, only with perhaps one, or another. I have not willingly had many lovers in my life. That's because I have always been of the opinion, that just one ex, is one too many lovers in your life. Think about that. It is the woman, who has been married for x years, or the man who has been married for x years, that feels fulfilled, provided they have always given of themselves. What happens a lot, is that one gives endlessly, and the other barely gives at all. Only, if you really love someone, you will not be counting how much they give you. Instead you will feel blessed by whatever they give you, and you will only want to give more to them. It's really clever to know when to walk away. 
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