Two happy words...

So this morning started out nice. You can always tell a great day when you can start it out with those two great words... manual stimulation. The phrase is never better when you are the not both the stimulator and stimulati -- sometimes its nice to make your partners eyes roll back in there head. Jane has commented about her inexperience. How ever there are high school science fair winners who probably have more experience than me in the (here's that great phrase again) manual stimulation of a woman. To be absolutely honest, the entire time I'm doin' "it" I'm thinking to myself... Is this right? Does she like this? Can I make it better? Is she just humoring me all the while thinking, "That's enough dear. Let's move on to the main event." or "Is he done yet?" Coincidently, my constant paranoia of doing things "right" likely effects how well I do thinks. Its a paradox really. As for my experience, I am a certifiable sexoholic. I am addicted to sexohol. I have read a ton of instructional books, couples therapy books, and erotica. Plus I have seen a lot of porn. That being said I have also read instructional books on how to draw and paint and seen tons of Bob "Happy Little Trees" Ross videos, and yet all of my portraits are stick figures and my paintings are Pollocks (worth a lot less I assure you). The point is you can have an insurmountable amount of book learnins but with out practice you're as inexperienced as a virgin on prom night. :) I like that... I'll have to remember that!