penis enlargment device
In the man’s body, the pituitary gland in the brain sends a hormone, called follicle-stimulating hormone, (FSH) to the testicles, which are the male sex glands. FSH signals the testicles to produce sperm, which are the male reproductive cells.
Sperm are so small they can only be seen through a microscope. Each tiny sperm has a tale that allows it to move. After sperm are produced in the testicles, they travel through a tube called the vas deferens to the seminal vesicle, which holds the mature sperm. A gland called the prostate makes seminal fluid, which is the fluid that will transport the sperm in the urethra. The urethra is a tube that extends from the bladder, through the prostate, then through the penis to the outside of the man’s body.
During sexual activity, the prostate gland becomes as full of fluid as it can comfortably hold, and it contracts (squeezes). As the prostate contracts, it draws sperm from the seminal vesicle. Seminal fluid mixed with sperm is called semen. The contractions of the prostate gland force the semen through the urethra and out the tip of the penis. This is called ejaculation. The ejaculate (semen) is a teaspoon to a tablespoon of thick milky liquid and contains millions of microscopic sperm. During sexual activity, but before ejaculation, the penis becomes engorged with blood. This causes the penis to become firm and erect, and is called the male erection. The male erection allows the penis to pass into the vagina of the woman.
When a man has an erection a valve closes between the prostate gland and the bladder to prevent urine from being released when semen is ejaculated. Practically speaking, this means that a man cannot urinate and ejaculate at the same time.
To begin the reproductive cycle in a woman’s body, a hormone, called follicle-stimulating hormone, (FSH) is produced by the pituitary gland in the brain. FSH travels through the bloodstream to the ovaries, causing a few of the many tiny follicles there to begin ripening, or maturing. Each follicle is a tiny ring of cells with a tiny ovum, or egg, inside. As the follicles ripen, they produce another hormone, called estrogen. Estrogen causes the cervix, the opening of the uterus, to begin making moisture and mucus. This is when a woman notices wetness or mucus outside the vagina. This mucus is not a sign of disease. It is a natural part of the cycle and indicates that the ova are maturing in the ovaries. If intercourse occurs at this time, the mucus will protect the sperm from the acidity of the vagina, assuring that the sperm will still be alive at ovulation.
Estrogen also causes the endometrium, the lining of the uterus, to grow soft and spongy, forming a kind of bed that can, in the event of pregnancy, hold and nourish a baby. Finally, estrogen signals the pituitary gland in the brain that some follicles have matured in the ovaries.
When the pituitary gland receives the message that some follicles have matured, it produces another hormone, leutenizing hormone, or LH. LH causes one of the ripening follicles to release its ovum into a fallopian tube. This is called ovulation. Once ejaculation has deposited the sperm in the women’s vagina, they swim up the vagina to the uterus. They do not know which fallopian tube may contain the ovum, and so they swim both ways. When a sperm penetrates the ovum, it is called fertilization. Dividing and maturing as it goes, the fertilized ovum is moved slowly along the fallopian tube toward the uterus by the cilia, tiny hairs inside the fallopian tubes. In six or seven days, the fertilized ovum implants in the endometrium (the lining of the uterus), which is the bed that has been created to receive it. Menstruation does not occur, because the fertilized ovum, growing and developing in the uterus, creates hormones that maintain the uterine lining. The woman realizes she has conceived
manual pennis enlargement exercise penis enlarement pump elargement free penis pills sample penis enlargment forum free penis enlarement exercise penile enlargment information free penis enargement pills penis enlargement procedure
penis enlargment device
The Forest
As we drove farther into the outskirts of Augsburg, looking out placidly across the top of cars, houses, and at the dogs running about, I got thinking, thinking how I felt being with Chris, about Chris. It was like I was cast into a spell, an enchantment, or perhaps a curse; very seldom did I ever feel like this. Normally I would feel like this only if I was in the presence of a great person, like my karate instructor in San Francisco, Gosei Yamauchi, or his father ‘The Cat’ Gogan, who was one of the few 10th degree black belts in the world. Normally I’d be high the whole next day. With Chris I felt the same way I knew tomorrow I’d be high all day, it was a natural high.
Once—I can’t remember when—I had read something about the poet Emily Dickinson, she was something like a recluse, but she made a poem indicating nature was her high, and I always remember that. How true this can be, grabbing the moment and cherishing it, absorbing it as if there was no tomorrow, and at the same time absorbing nature: the sounds and the heart beat mother earth, and sky; others humans, and the dogs and birds, all such things that at that moment surround you; they are all somewhat magical. I was learning, how to be a listener if anything and it entailed all things within your presence.
Chris was fully alive now, as I turned my head towards her delectation her steering wheel facing me, at which made the moment a little more interesting, as she felt good about me checking her out; a weary kind of sense, not defeat, just a good profile look; I thought dimly in my mind as she drove mile after mile: how could she afford to look so prim and proper all the time. Do her hair in a unique style, not a hair out of place, so it seemed. I guess in our own way we are all unique, I heard that someone say that someplace, not sure where.
An hour and a half had passed on by and she was still driving, and it was getting dark. She pulled into a wooded area; she said it was the outer rim of the Black Forest (otherwise known as the Eyebrow of the Woods), I think I heard of that forest in a fairytale book or at least that is where my mind said I got it from. An enchanting name, I must had said it my second self, that little person inside of all of us that we talk to: Black Forest, Black Forest…!
“So you see,” said Chris “…here we are!” She added her conclusive little smile to her face as she said that; as we entered the dark huge green forest, parking the car a little off to the side of a dirt road that lead into the deeper and more distant part of the forest, partly covered by trees and bushes now.
There was a chill in the air so I rolled up the window, as she turned on the radio for some music.
Very quickly and carefully she moved her thin reserved neck and shoulders into my area, she just starred at me, as if she was going to eat me up; as her left arm was lowered, it pulled out a bottle of Mosel-Saar-Ruwer wine, 1965 wine, -- I looked the bottle over 9.5% volume; I knew they had been making wine around this intriguing river and hilly area for close to 1700-years. It was good wine I had tasted it before, not sweat or dry, flowerily white wine to be exact.
“Now,” said Chris indignantly, but with the air of a certain point, “…let’s see what we can do with this battle.
We started to drink and laugh.
“Ah, yes,” I said to her, “you have a lovely profile.” She smiled and threw her head back.
“Well,” I thought out loud “… this is a good way to pass the night away, and begin romantic indecencies”-- she leaned over the center-divider of the bucket seats to kiss me. She opened her mouth, sunk her lips on mine, as she pulled her long legs to the under-part of the dash, she then started to unzip her zipper to her boots.
“This,” commented Chris “passes everything…I never did it in a car before.” She had drunk down 1/5 of the wine like a person drinking water.
“Chick,” said Chris, ”…come over here.”
I moved my body closer to hers. Everything seemed to be in the way. I could not back out of whatever was going to happen; and I knew what was in the makings.
She was starting to stretch her hands out: --her blouse went over her head, I just kept looking as she started to strip, I was growing, getting as hard as a pencil.
“Oh, damn Chick,” said Chris heartily as she touched my item. Just her saying that aroused me; then pulling off her bra, and her skirt up I seemed to become tranquilized somehow, my mind slipped to King Solomon, of all things, as he once defined the beauty of a woman’s body and how it was to measured for one’s pleasure by enjoying it fully, and this was all I wanted to do now—enjoy it, and I think Chris was feeling the same way for even though we were both a bit on the tipsy side we were fully aware of our responses, I had lost complete focus of the uncomfortable situation, as she did…
◊…now that she was almost completely stripped only her panties on, she curled up in a fetus position holding her legs and leaning back, then opened up her legs slowly… I thought what every on earth possessed her, yet who can predict women I told myself, and started to take off my cloths, quickly…getting out of this spill of sorts. I guess it is true, men like to observe, and women like to touch. I liked both. This was not dirty sex, this was pure sex, at its height, one might even say, it was like a painting; she painted the picture, she taught me how to enjoy what she had to offer.
“I’m going to get it all off in a minute,” I said, it was difficult working in this cramped space… she chuckled, “Slowly please, I can wait…”she softly said as she rested her head back and I caught my breath, that is what she wanted, that is, for me to calm down, yet remain hard and possessed with her offering: I think we both had multiorgasms
“I feel fine now –“ I said, adding, “cramped but fine…☺”
Chris opened up her arms I couldn’t back away after that, could I?
I told myself: I have a private room at the barracks…. Then said it out loud to her:
“Of course, -- next time…” said she, and we continued to make love for the third orgasm for me, for her, perhaps five or six.
We seemed to flop around the front seat finding the right position…’she‘s looking at me eeeeeeeee’, I told myself, I’m cramped, nothing to grab a hold of, her head leaning against the glass of the window. Without a word we continued: --my body heavy onto hers, my heart beating two-hundred ticks a minute, we both were hot, enmeshed in the moment, a lustful, and burning moment; I wanted to open the door, but feared the light going on and someone would see us, plus the air was cool, too cool. I had no escape we met each other’s eyes as I penetrated her. She looked again deep into my eyes as she tried to catch her breath, to make sure I was still alive I think. It was seemingly unfair for me to put her through this I thought, but the thought only lasted a half second, I found myself exploding … as my heart dropped to my feet, and again, and again, I exploded and burned as if I had opened myself up to a volcano; I had learned at that moment, the difference between happiness and pressure: happiness was listening to her talk before, and then came her smile, now the pleasure, sex; I hurt, this had never happened before.
“Nice evening, isn’t it?” I said as I started pulling her body closer to me.
“I hope you are not offended I am taking the lead?” said Chris.
“Not at all,” I said, adding, “I’ll catch up.”
“There are times,” said Chris, “when rules are made to be broken like now, them...mmm damn silly rules…” she pulled herself up a bit, “I stopped believing in those rules… this is one of those moments I want to remember…remember for a long time, even after I am dead.”
As we tried to untwist our bodies, we caught ourselves laughing at our odd situation. We had made love, and became a little more sensitive with each other…a little more possessive of each other, I guess that is the nature of things in a relationship, they are made to progress, or stop, one or the other, and it was never to take place again in the front seat of a Mustang I knew….
She laid her cheek against my hand.
“Chick.”
“Yes?”
“You realize don’t you, this can’t end here?”
“There’s no reason for it to end, is there?”
“No.”
She spoke some German words I didn’t understand, German mingled with English I should say: then somehow, she went silent…maybe she was taking time to remember the moment, digesting it; I didn’t know, nor did I want to try to guess, I just looked at her, her smile it seemed to promise something, grace; instinct was in it also, around her small enclosed eyes, as they opened and shut slowly they were weaving a web I do believe, “It won’t end here, I promise.”
Pleasant and agreeable-like a well-cultured woman she was, maybe too much for me, she opened the door, and dressed quickly, then got back in.
“Want a cigarette?” I asked, sitting up straight.
“No and neither do you. We are both restless it seems. Come over to me,” she started kissing me.
As she released her lips from mine, she sat upright now, pulled out a cigarette, lit it and started blowing smoke rings into the air.
“You know perfectly well, I’m very much attracted to you…yoouuuu… right?”
“I hope so, I feel the some way.”
“Luckily the wine deadens the bruises (discoloration).” I commented, she laughed and kind of stretched her back to put it back in place…”Me to,” she replied.
“I wish all relationships could start like ours, it is like saying let’s drop all the game playing and pretend we are on the fifth date, and cut the crap; I like you Chick, I like you very much…”
“The bruises will show up tomorrow,” I told Chris.
Kind of saying maybe we should go, but neither one of us seemed to be all that bothered with that so we simply started kissing again after her cigarette brake…it was a long and needed pause for me, for a second breathe, a refractory period I needed [from uninterrupted sex]; that is, having multiple orgasms drains a man. I’ve learned also, women don’t need this rest period; so in time I’d learn how to last longer, and perhaps stretch the orgasms thinner but again, longer (three hours at the most; and I did).
I thought in my head, she was having sex with me, and then that rich boyfriend she had; she was getting her multiorgasmic pleasures indeed, perhaps a secret to some women, for once they discover this, it is hard for any man to keep up with them, lest he be a superman of sorts. I did not even at that young age have the capacity to pass six organisms; five was my limit I learned. I was limp now; my penis had been as pointed as a scorpions tail a while ago.
As scary as it started out for me I thought my reactions afterwards was cool, I seemed to be letting things take their natural course. It was a dark and colorless evening. Grossly romanticized in such an unimpressive way (so I thought in the back of my mind), yet Miss Chris was perfect.
I thought to myself: maybe she might be annoyed with my lovemaking… I guess every man wants to please the woman, wife, girlfriend, the one he is making love to, or should want to please her, but most don’t; how can they, they pop too quickly. This is a fact, I’ve talked to men, and when they say they go so quick, no woman could get it on in that time period. A woman taught me how to hold myself from climaxing too early, thus allowing the woman to catch up—and therefore, allowing my female mate to get it on and enjoy. I know this evening went a little fast, but Chris was modest about it, like that other woman who had taught me, helped me, to help her, so we both could enjoy each other more; as my slowing down kept my penis hard longer, allowing her pleasure zone to become wider. This was something of the case in hand, but not completely.
Most men think they make love better drinking, but it’s far from the truth. Most men do not know how to make love, no one taught them, so all they do is f*ck, and that is not love, that is, if anything, a quick climax, like eating a big fat burger, and wiping your mouth in its enjoyment and then leaving the café only to find out: you got indigestion, and had you went to a nicer restaurant, ate slower, you’d never forget the meal.
I have experimented with that theory, and it is nine-minutes verse four-hours, I say four hours, but I knew in my head it was only one time I lasted four hours, two and a half was the norm.
I was thinking now—as Chris kissed me—how I owe some women a bit of gratitude for allowing me to have my pleasure and not returning it to them; that’s the caretaker in a woman I think. But women just don’t know men can learn. And men are too bull-headed to let women teach them what pleases them. I had learned a good lover was worth his weight in gold and even maybe a little more: sometimes they can be irresistible.
One could hardly tell her it wasn’t hastily done, our sex (to me it was) for it was, but she seemed to understand the circumstances, and we need not prove anything today, only allow our bodies to be sanctioned to the other. So I think we both felt. Lovemaking would improve as time went on.
“I’m afraid my lover, we will have to find better accommodations next time,” Chris said, smiling at me.
“Yes,” I hesitated, “absently,” I hesitated-- “I feel the same way.”
“It’s a little hard in such a cramped car luckily we are both a little tipsy….”
“I’m afraid I’m not, somehow I sobered up when you took your blouse off.” She smiled, with a grin.
“Yes. I sense you have, do you really like me Chick?”
“You are growing on me. And what is there not to like?”
She was like a schoolgirl at times, needing to be encouraged, to grow up, and needed to be admired. But she didn’t need permission to live, she was taking that—but I’m learning to appreciate women more, I told myself, and it seems the more I show appreciation, the more they respect me, and to be quite frank with myself, I need respect. And why not … the world will give it, if you demand it, and if not, let that part of the world go; so my second self, my mind’s eye, told me.
But then as I looked at her, if she really felt she was on death row, with cancer, maybe I was just a remedy for a while, and if so, so what, maybe I needed a remedy to make it through my time here in Germany; so seemed just to me.
8
The Spider and
The Web
A warm-wind had picked up it seemed, and April and May in Germany was a paradise of light-cool sunrays, it was a spring never to forget, Chris and I were growing on one another, like white on rice. More community drinking fairs were picking up and Chris and I tried to make a few, drink it up and eat and just go with the flow; it was a good time for living.
Chris and I were known throughout the guardhouse-barracks as lovers and a heat wave at that. She seemed to have a charm with my soldier friends, and often drove her German boyfriend’s Mercedes car to the gate, and about, showing off kind of, not only to me, but it seemed at times going out of her way to show it to the other guards. Most of my friends thought she had two cars, I simply did not up date them, if they were not in my way of thinking or inner circle—why squander my time; and in most cases they didn’t have a need to know; but Ski and a few other of my friends knew the truth. I felt: plus, I felt: why not let Chris make an impression at the guard shacks, if it helps her ego so be it. I do not think I was envious, rather amused. I’m sure somewhere along the line I’d have to deal with envy, but who at my age is envious, for what, I have a lifetime to catch up.
She flirted with the guards, and they all thought it cool. At night, if I had to work, she would bring me by a sandwich while on duty; in one way she got the guys a little jealous, or in lack of a better word, annoyed. And sometimes she would simply walk into barracks, which had about fifteen-guards some running around half naked from the shower room to their room, while others went visiting. She’d come knocking on my door. She’d spend the night with me, it was an improvement from the car, and for some reason we only went over to her house once in the following two months. I knew we were not fooling anyone at the guard-barracks, but we pretended to be secret about it anyway.
penis enlarement tip homemade penis enlargement easy enlargment free penis surgery way manual penis elargement exercise does vigrx really work truth about penile enlargement safe penis enlargement penis enlargement product penis enlargment device
With sincere apologies to Dr. Suess I begin this article (I just couldn't help myself). But seriously now folks, fetishes are probably one of the most confused areas of sex around today. What exactly is a fetish? According to World Book psychiatrists see a fetish as an abnormal sexual attachment for a lifeless object. Attachment yes, abnormal? that's in the eye of the beholder. Fetishes are so widely varied that it would probably take an entire web site & then some to cover them all so we'll attempt to cover some of the more common ones here. Not being psychiatrists here we will not delve into what makes people become so vitally attached to these fetishes but hope that others would learn to accept these people & their fetishes without judgment. Like I always say, "Whatever makes your boat float".
A Galaxy of Fetishes
Fetishes can run the entire gamut, from the mundane to the bizarre. Basically a person who has such a fetish requires that object, or item, to be included in their sexual play to become aroused or have an orgasm. One very common fetish is men who will wear women's underwear, both during "normal" hours & then during their sexual play. Unlike the man who has a curiosity about women's underwear & will dabble with their use, a person who has an advanced fetish must have these items present to become sexually aroused. This should also not be confused with a transvestite, although many transvestites do have a women's clothing fetish. Possessing a fetish for these frilly items in no way makes any man less of a lover, or man for that fact. Other fetishes included in the clothing department are rubber, leather & vinyl. The person with a fetish of this type usually truly enjoys the feel (or look) of these particular items & derives great sexual stimulation from their use.
Another very common fetish is the foot fetish. Shoe salesman jokes aside, a person with such a fetish will become highly aroused when confronted with what they would consider a "good looking pair of feet". We have even found clubs devoted to foot worship. Although most fetishes are not very specific we have heard of one person in this category who has taken the foot fetish to the infinite. He requires a female foot with a minimum of 1" long nails dressed in a Greek sandal. Hey if your going to do, do it all the way. In conjunction with the foot fetish are variations & off shoots. One such fetish is called Trampling. This involves a willing recipient to be walked on with bare feet or even a set of spiked heels! Kind of sounds like the Japanese massages you see in the movies! Another offshoot of the foot fetish is what is known as Shrimping. Shrimping is the act of licking between ones toes & nibbling on their toes. Personally I don't mind doing this myself & I never really considered myself as someone who had a fetish. Other variations of this foot fetish can include things such as spiked heels (we've seen photos of up to 12" ones) or any other type of specific foot covering.
One fetish that has very much come "out of the closet" in today's society is what is called Body Modification. Simply put these people enjoy either, or both, the act of tattooing & body piercing. There was a time when these practices were more or less keep quite, but as we all know, this has become very popular & very public. Unless you have been living in a cave for the past several years, you have probably heard of or seen someone with VERY private parts of their bodies pierced including nipples, the penis, the vulva & yes we have even seen a woman with her clitoris pierced! Many say this piercing heightens the sensations of intercourse. We recently saw a TV show about a couple very much involved in this. His penis had several piercings & was adorned with several rings. When the interviewer asked the woman if it hurt her during intercourse she smiled & said, "it's the best sex I've ever had."
Discussing any such fetish should be met by the partner with great compassion & understanding. A person willing to admit to a fetish of any nature to their lover requires them to basically bare their soul to them. Understanding that these fetishes are usually not harmful in any way must be kept in mind while discussing a lovers fetish.
Even though many people use the term to describe things they like as a fetish, fetishes go much deeper. Some deep psychological needs must to be filled before the person can enjoy sex. Some of these fetishes are harmless and can be dealt with within the bounds of normal life, however some may represent deeper problems. A partner to someone with a fetish must judge for themselves if they can cope with such a fetish. As with anything else in an open sexual relationship either partner should have the right to refuse something that deeply bothers them.
pnis enlargement result enlargement penis pill vimax permanent penile enlargement permanent penis enargement manual penis enargement exercise homemade penile enlargement penis elargement pic before and after homemade penile enlargment penis enlargment device
Can you imagine living life without a computer? You probably wouldn’t function very well and hardly get anything done! However, just having a computer doesn’t make a difference in your bank account at all.
You and I are so attached to computers and since the entire world uses it for just about everything, it’s only natural to believe that the computer and the internet is the most important element for your online success.
While the computer and the internet make it possible for business to function more conveniently and with very little overhead for us “netrepreneurs”, it is NOT the most important element to making money online.
The most important element to making money online (and offline) is to have a live breathing human being opening their wallets and handing it to you. To be successful in this high tech world, you need to have the high touch relationships with live human beings.
Let me illustrate a situation you’ve probably experienced where a high touch relationship doesn’t exist.
Imagine that you are laughing and enjoying dinner with your friends and family until a rude “RING!” from the telephone interrupts your dinner. Everyone is silent, laughter and fun is silenced, so that you can have your telephone conversation.
And who else would it be besides an annoying telemarketer?
The conversation probably went something like this:
Them: “So Mr. Prospect, how would you like to order our penis enlargement
system today? Cash, check or credit?”
You: “UHHH….not now, I’m kinda busy, besides I’m comfortable with my size!”
Them: “But you sound like someone that has trouble pleasing his wife. With our product
we’ll guarantee that…”
You: “Look wise guy, I don’t know who you are, but you’ve interrupted my family
time and you’ve insulted me! Don’t call ever again; take me off your list!”
Unless you really have the desire for that product right now, you probably wouldn’t think of buying that product (especially from a stranger)! Now let’s see what happened here and why it fails.
1. A stranger with no credibility with you whatsoever interrupts what you were doing. Catching you at a bad time and putting you in an annoyed state.
2. You don’t have a desire for that particular product at this time.
3. You are insulted that a stranger with no credibility attempts to hard sell you and shove his product down your throat with its “benefits” even when you already told him “NO”
4. You are never going to hear from him again because you opted off his list. And there are laws big penalties if they do call you back. How profitable is it when you can never call back a prospect?
Technology (in this case the phone) failed to produce results.
That’s very similar to spamming people’s email. It’s annoying, it’s a waste of time, and it gets nothing accomplished. Technology makes it easier for us to communicate with our prospects, but it easily be abused also.
How many times have you seen ridiculous offers like the product mentioned above in your email box? I used to have female friends that get that very same offer in their email! I don’t have any statistics to back up what I’m about to say, but I can accurately guess that 99.99999999999999% of the female population would not like to have their penises enlarged.
To have a successful marketing business, you must know your target market then build familiarity and relationships with your customers. Show them that you care, let them know that you’ve been in the same situation, and show them how you can solve their problem (your product)!
Once your customers connect and familiarize themselves with you, likeability is increased, then trust is established and your internet marketing business will dramatically improve!
For now, understand that high touch relationships will always outperform high tech computers in the internet marketing business every time – no matter how advanced technology gets.
It’s very easy to get carried away, send out as much messages as possible and not care who receives it. But if you are one of those people, I advise you to stop and start building relationships with your prospects immediately!
pnis enlargement patch does penis enlarement work vimax natural penis enlargement exercise penile enlargment cream do penis enlargement pill really work free magna rx natural penis enlargment and lengthening pnis enlargement forum penis enlargment device
In fact, most men are interested in penis enlargement and are not satisfied with their current penis size. This leads men to a lack of confidence ana a lack of confidence leads them to a softer erection.
Internet is full of ads for penis enlargement products and penis enlargement programs. The variety of penis enlargement products is very big but not all penis enlargement methods are acceptable. Read up.
Penis Enlargement Pumps
Internet is full of ads for penis enlargement pumps. Pumps work by creating a vacuum around the penis. Thus pumps bring blood to the tissue. Penis enlargement pumps bring you only temporary gains. Also there is a adaptation to penis enlargement pumps. Using it for a long time may cause loss of erection. You will not see your penis erection without using a pump.
Penis Enlargement Surgery
Everybody knows that penis enlargement surgery is too expensive and does not bring permanent results. Penis after penis enlargement surgery is an insensible part of your body. Your body fat is simply implanted in your penis. Awful!
Also avoid using penis enlargement weights and penis enlargement creams. Instead of these rip-off penis enlargement methods use natural and effective methods such as penis enlargement pills.
