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find the clitoris

Want a Bigger Dick?

This is FREE penis enlargement advise.

There is no product.

No contraption to suck and pull yourself to a longer weenie.

No matter your size, she’ll remember your dick twice as big, if you’re touching her Clit at the same time.

If you neglect the Clit, she’ll remember it as twice as small.

Simple, FREE and effective.

I PROMISE you, she cares WAY more about you touching her Clit than she does about the size of your dick.

Step One, First Ya Gotta Find it

It’s only a mystery if you rush.

It’s easy to find.

The Clitoris has NO hair.

It is not shiny since it has no moisture of its own.

The clitoris is covered by a hood, which makes it possible to touch.

     Okay, well yes, the clitoris itself (under the hood) is shiny, but you don’t want to touch that. 

The Clit under the hood, is way too sensitive and does NOT create pleasure. Always touch the clit via the clitoral hood.

The Clit has NO hair.  It is not shiny.

There is only one spot in this region with both of these qualities, and that is the Clit.

There will be hair covering her Clit, just not growing from the Clit itself.

Part her hair while her legs are closed.

The clit is way up top and is accessible with her legs still closed.  Brush her hair to the side, and find the bald spot.

Now that you’ve found it, touch it.

Be firm, but be gentle.  Sending her flying off the bed is not what your looking for.  An orgasm looks more like intense muscle contraction, not her ‘hitting the ceiling’ because you’re going too fast.

Okay, touch it.  Firm and gentle, until you know what makes her contract, moan and eventually explode.  Pay attention to how she’s reacting.

The Clit in the picture here is colored blue, so you can get an idea where this little treasure hides.

The Bald Spot, Uncovering the Little Jewel

Last night I found myself in a room full of marijuana.  A bud trimming party.  A typical Colorado fall scenario, everyone hanging out, laughing with their sticky fingers.

It was just Vortex Boy and myself at this point in the night.  I asked him how to go about trimming the small buds that were left in my pile, and held up a skinny bud that was about an 1 ¼ ” long, skinny, and a bit curved.  It reminded me of the anatomical drawings of the clitoris.

He took the bud from me, held it up, admired it.

His scissors flashed about, exposing the pretty little bud that was hidden under the leaves.  The Edward Scissorhands, of weed.

“You’ve got to uncover the little jewel” he said as he lifted it to his nose.  As he inhaled its odor, he exhaled a long moan.  A primal grunt.

I imagined him gently brushing away my hair , revealing my little jewel.

I wanted to drag him – by his hair – back to his fucking yurt, and give him the throw down.

………….but was it worth the risk?  Does he know where the Clit was?  Did he know how to touch it?  What if I make a move and get rejected, all for someone who doesn’t even know where it is?  Hmmm  I think I’ll need to develop a questionnaire.

What kind of questions could a girl ask, without being insanely forward, to find out if a guy knows what’s what?

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