Quote (SummertimeClothes @ Feb 20 2015 01:40pm)
As a man who has been doing kegels for years, I can personally attest to their benefits. The best part is they require little commitment in terms of time and effort yet yield amazing results.
In the spirit of full disclosure, you should know it's completely normal to experience setbacks when first starting out with your training. I myself lost count of the times I inadvertently squirted out a little pee or poo while surreptitiously practicing the exercises at work. Little squeaky farts - the kind that sound like you just sat on a puppy - were also not uncommon.
I kept at it, though, and soon gained an amazing level of control over my comings and goings. The mastery I now have over the fluids that pass through my arethra is borderline supernatural. I swear, sometimes I think I'm telepathetic in the penis or something.
To compare the strength and accuracy of my urination to anything short of a high end Super Soaker would be doing it a disservice. My stream is such that I can actually piss directly into a coffee can from up to and including twenty feet away. That's without using a scope, too. Attempting this distance outside means that weather conditions actually need to be factored in: wind sheer, barometric pressure, visibility, etc. Still, even under the most harsh of meteorological circumstances, I spill nary a drop. On the other hand, the coffee itself ends up tasting pretty sour.
The command I exercise over my jizm is equally impressive. I can actually pause mid-orgasm, go and make coffee or fetch the paper or something, then return to finish at my leisure. When I do, it's like unkinking a garden hose. I know now to remember to point it away from my face when this happens. Fool me once....
I needn't worry about assigning shot rag duty to any old t-shirts or socks, either. All I have to do is open a window. When I'm good and ready, I shoot my payload into the sycamore outside my bedroom, untie the cord around my neck, take the dill pickle out of my anus, remove the clothespins from my nipples, put my pants back on, and lastly prepare a snack of roast beast sandwich with a dill pickle on the side.
Mother nature actually ends up making use of my wayward splooge. Turns out the neighborhood squirrels can't get enough of the stuff. I swear since I started with the open window method, their coats have never looked shinier. I can't help but think this boosts their self-esteem. Unfortunately, they've also begun following me to work, which kind of freaks me out. And the way they watch me lately, the look of destiny in their eyes...It's like they're planning a heist or something.
én meglátok egy ilyen random szöveget és fel se merül bennem, hogy elolvassam
wtf man