Some days are good, some days are bad. However, some days are memorable and those can either be very good or very bad.
Then there are those days which can be best described as indescribable
because of how our sexuality is,right?you get to your crib in the evening with your missus.The last time you were together was valentine.
And so this Friday evening you want to just chill in the house with a good movie and make love all night long.after all, its the weekend after valentine.and tomorrow is no-work-day
Then, something happens.something that you cant explain.your intimacy prowess sweeps under.you try focusing but nothing happens.you kiss and touch right parts but nothing happens.you stop.look.admire the feminine curves and fine skin and wish you will be turned on but still nothing.you are as flat as cocktail of mango juice and Rum.
its not my fault, i hope so.am thinking hard reassuring myself that maybe am tired or there are those days moods are not part of you.its not her fault too. she will sleep worried that am loosing my vigor as a man. and i will sleep worried that,that is what she is thinking.
I remember one time I found a stack of papers on erectile dysfunction in the office printer…
imagine five guys, one office, an entire day.
I’ve never seen such brilliant poker faces. at the end of the day even I wasn’t sure they weren’t mine
it once happened to me and i felt like eating it using my teeth.its annoying imagining how u should be making her scream yet tom hear down cant wake up
Skip Skip rope
Take Beetroot juice
On the said day…Take a glass of liqour…chill ur worries.
Anza kazi polepole…dont set a target.
Washana na story ya threshold…its all about quality not quantity
How is this possible hebu asafishwe macho.only advice since I can’t relate…
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