Brazilian_Blues_Boy
Master Don Juan
Being born in a tropical country as I am, we're having spring here and it's a period of abundance for all kinds of yellow, orange and red juicy fruits.
One that is particularly juicy is the mango!! Oh, how I love the mango!
Sweet and sour, all in the funky , rosy, football-shaped fruit.
There's a legendary expression here in Brazil, when you say Damn it, you compliment it with damn you "hair of the mango".
Because the mango has a lot of fibers, some of them can get stuck between your teeth just like little hair.
I recommend you all to go outside and buy a mango this week, as an esoteric, erotic and shamanic ritual of sexual initiation.
But wait on, before you get your Joneses out of your pockets, we're not doing an "American Pie" esque in here... no organs below your neck will be involved. (Well , at least for me, you're free to go on and do whatever you want later..)
Make sure the mango is ripe (it should look pink and orange, if it looks too green then it will be worst than a lemon).
Peel it off carefully, so you don't miss much of the fruit when you're doing so.
You will notice that you're able to cut parts of it with the knife, do it so, as much as you can, until you get to the core , which hosts the seed, but leave some meat on it, no need to surgically extract all of the fruit from the seed area.
Offer the pieces you cut off to your relatives, your friends, your dog, or bury them in the ground as an offer for the great goddess of love and all things sexy Aphrodite.
Now, on to the seed.
Wash your hands, close yourself into your room, have a plate nearby so you can rest the seed when you're tired.
Put the seed on your mouth and start to suck it.
Suck it slowly at first, letting it dance above your tongue. Feel the sweetness of this tropical delight invading your gustatory sensors.
When you feel ready, you can go ahead and suck it harder, harder and harder.
To find motivation to do such weird act, close you eyes and think about that extremely hot girl that you want to bang.
Exactly, that one from your class, your bro's mom , or the hot sister from your childhood friend, that is very sweet but doesn't get your meat rolling.
Suck the mango seed like if it was the tastiest pu$$y you can picture in your minds eyes.
Exactly.
Grip on it tight.
Suck it good, for it is sweet and sour, and not salty.
Make your cheeks work, and ache, make your tongue go weary and confused, and ultimately, suck it so hard that you start to feel your skull bones aching.
Yeah baby, suck it !!!
After two minutes sucking it, you won't feel shy anymore... in fact, you'll feel like a wild animal, and notice how great your life would be if you practiced the delight of sucking a nice, juicy pu$$y every single day. Don't feel guilty if you have a hard-on, it happened to me too!
I know it sounds silly, but I did that, and I had an epiphany...how passionlessly I'm living my life sometimes... we stay away from the burning fire inside our hearts in order to remain cool and collected, yet it strips life out of its greatest beauty, siezing the moment wildly.
And it scares me, because as Aristotle said, " I say that habit's but a long practice, friend, and this becomes men's nature in the end ", so if we're not making the habit of living every single moment as a golden one, what guarantees that when the so called "big moments" we all yearn for arrive we will be prepared to enjoy the fully and passionately? What will our nature be then?
Making coldness and rationalism our daily practices, how can we be sure that when the big day comes, we'll enjoy all of its juices?
Which man enjoys better the taste of the sweetest wine, the thirsty bastard from the desert, or the long time connosseur of the grape delight?
Instill passion and fuel to your heart in your daily practices...in your dances, in your showers, in your walking up and down the stairs... and make your heart weary, for it is a muscle too, and wearing him out is the only way to make him grow.
Tropical Food for thought
BBB
One that is particularly juicy is the mango!! Oh, how I love the mango!
Sweet and sour, all in the funky , rosy, football-shaped fruit.
There's a legendary expression here in Brazil, when you say Damn it, you compliment it with damn you "hair of the mango".
Because the mango has a lot of fibers, some of them can get stuck between your teeth just like little hair.
I recommend you all to go outside and buy a mango this week, as an esoteric, erotic and shamanic ritual of sexual initiation.
But wait on, before you get your Joneses out of your pockets, we're not doing an "American Pie" esque in here... no organs below your neck will be involved. (Well , at least for me, you're free to go on and do whatever you want later..)
Make sure the mango is ripe (it should look pink and orange, if it looks too green then it will be worst than a lemon).
Peel it off carefully, so you don't miss much of the fruit when you're doing so.
You will notice that you're able to cut parts of it with the knife, do it so, as much as you can, until you get to the core , which hosts the seed, but leave some meat on it, no need to surgically extract all of the fruit from the seed area.
Offer the pieces you cut off to your relatives, your friends, your dog, or bury them in the ground as an offer for the great goddess of love and all things sexy Aphrodite.
Now, on to the seed.
Wash your hands, close yourself into your room, have a plate nearby so you can rest the seed when you're tired.
Put the seed on your mouth and start to suck it.
Suck it slowly at first, letting it dance above your tongue. Feel the sweetness of this tropical delight invading your gustatory sensors.
When you feel ready, you can go ahead and suck it harder, harder and harder.
To find motivation to do such weird act, close you eyes and think about that extremely hot girl that you want to bang.
Exactly, that one from your class, your bro's mom , or the hot sister from your childhood friend, that is very sweet but doesn't get your meat rolling.
Suck the mango seed like if it was the tastiest pu$$y you can picture in your minds eyes.
Exactly.
Grip on it tight.
Suck it good, for it is sweet and sour, and not salty.
Make your cheeks work, and ache, make your tongue go weary and confused, and ultimately, suck it so hard that you start to feel your skull bones aching.
Yeah baby, suck it !!!
After two minutes sucking it, you won't feel shy anymore... in fact, you'll feel like a wild animal, and notice how great your life would be if you practiced the delight of sucking a nice, juicy pu$$y every single day. Don't feel guilty if you have a hard-on, it happened to me too!
I know it sounds silly, but I did that, and I had an epiphany...how passionlessly I'm living my life sometimes... we stay away from the burning fire inside our hearts in order to remain cool and collected, yet it strips life out of its greatest beauty, siezing the moment wildly.
And it scares me, because as Aristotle said, " I say that habit's but a long practice, friend, and this becomes men's nature in the end ", so if we're not making the habit of living every single moment as a golden one, what guarantees that when the so called "big moments" we all yearn for arrive we will be prepared to enjoy the fully and passionately? What will our nature be then?
Making coldness and rationalism our daily practices, how can we be sure that when the big day comes, we'll enjoy all of its juices?
Which man enjoys better the taste of the sweetest wine, the thirsty bastard from the desert, or the long time connosseur of the grape delight?
Instill passion and fuel to your heart in your daily practices...in your dances, in your showers, in your walking up and down the stairs... and make your heart weary, for it is a muscle too, and wearing him out is the only way to make him grow.
Tropical Food for thought
BBB