Having Sex & Making Love - Part 2

 I carried out an informal research to write this blog. Basically, I spoke to some friends and acquaintances
and people in general. I spoke to a few people online and I even joined on-line chats in relation to the topic. The findings were interesting and once again, I have corroborated that human sexuality is like a big box of smarties…varying in colors.

I’m going to break down the samples by calling them “Team Pedro, the banger” and “Team Mario, the lover”

A good number of the girls belong to “Team Pedro” expressed that they certainly love a good banging, but they would like to have now-and-then a “Mario”.

Most of the girls belong to “Team Mario” expressed that they were happy with the love-making, and were not bothered with having a “Pedro”. Most of them declared that if “Mario” becomes “Pedro” once in a while, they’ll enjoy it, but it was not a big deal.

To the question, why? “Team Mario” felt loved, “Team Pedro” felt loved, but a bit “used”.

“Team Mario” expressed having an orgasm most of the time. “Team Pedro” expressed their orgasms were not all the time, with Pedro having a quite tendency of ejaculate a bit quick…sometimes.

HUGE FINDING: 69 is very important for both teams, so come on boy, you have get down there more often. It’s always great to have a succulent meal for two.

To the question what would be the perfect example of having sex? Both teams came with the same example “A one night stand”. You go there, get pounded, go home and not feelings involved at all.

Interesting enough, experts in the subject have a communal opinion to differentiate one act from the other and, even more interesting, people in general have too similar opinions. I’m going to amalgamate my findings from both sources and these are my conclusions.

Difference between having sex and making love:

It seems clear that when we’re making love we are in one of the most vulnerable state of being a person can be.  Some believe that making love is about putting into the act all our feelings and emotions in order to please our partner. The more we please them, the more we please ourselves.

They believe that having sex is a selfish act. Mainly physical and the emotions involved are very limited.

Some believe that even if we are in love, and we have a quickie in the morning just before going to work, that’s considered “only sex”. But in fairness, we all love having a quickie to set us up for the day. Balls empty and fannies satisfy.

Making love represents emotional rewarding. Having sex represents biological needs. When we make love, we ejaculate, when we have sex, we cum.

Some think that we can have sex with our beloved partner, but we cannot make love to a person we don’t love. Making love is pure bliss, pure ecstasy, we want to become one with the one we love.

Another interesting belief, Kama Sutra was written for love makers and not for sex bangers. In love-making, foreplay lasts longer. When having sex, men can’t wait to lob it in.

After making love, usually couple tell each other how amazing the experience was. After having sex, we just roll over and fall asleep.

In summary

It seems to be obvious that the making love experience is way too much gratifying from the emotional and psychological point of you. It seems to give us an emotional reward which is invaluable.

I personally think that it is important for us people to recognize what we like and want. It is important to have a clear definition within us to differentiate between the two experiences. Having this clear understanding will allow us to enjoy either or and even both.

So next time you’re going to have hanky panky, always remember to try to enjoy if Pedro bangs you senseless or if Mario tirelessly makes love to you.

So cheers to having sex and/or making love. Let's enjoy the process!

Marlon/Marlife

Having Sex & Making Love - Part1

One of my girlfriends in Venezuela who, I wouldn’t say she was a slut, but she was constantly very busy when it

came to men, always had interesting encounters and stories in relation to her  experiences. Some of her sexual adventures were hilarious and even when they were not, we always managed to have a laugh out of them. We confided in each other and she would tell me everything and explain it with every single details. Our chats were always rather colorful.

One time she was seeing two men at the same time, Pedro & Mario (fictitious names), having the time of her life, to say it bluntly - she was spreading her legs wide open a lot, more than birds would be spreading their wings in order to fly. But things got a bit complicated for her, not because either of the guys found out – actually, to this date neither of them know she was seeing them simultaneously.

Ironically, these complications were purely in relation to sex. Two nice guys, both very good looking who had two completely different sexual act approaches. “Very pleasurable” as she described them, but in some ways quite confusing as to which one to prefer. The two of them were special and as she, again, described it “delicious” for different reasons.

Going into a bit of more details, she confessed to me “Pedro is the very best definition of sex. He is pure flesh. He throws me around the room and fucks me up against the wall. Talks dirty, uses his fingers and tongue. He pounds me hard and bangs me senseless, making me scream and asking for more. He treats me like a bitch, like a piece of meat and I love it. He makes me sweat and gives me palpitations, feeling I’m going to have a heart attack. We have done it all around the house, in every single corner. When we do 69, it's like having a super special dinner for two. Then last night, he picked me up from work and we were doing it in the car while he was driving, and for our advantage every single traffic light in red. I was screaming. He makes me feel I’m a woman, makes me feel sexy and desired” By the way, I must mention that in Venezuela, because it’s so hot, most of the cars have tinted windows to reflect the sun.

Listening carefully to her vivid description, I went “all that sounds amazing” and she said “Yes, but Mario, oh

my god, he is another story” and as I was getting my ears well-prepared to hear, I said “go on”.

“Mario is pure love and passion, he is very loving, sweet and considerate. He slowly undresses me and places his tongue in every corner of my body making me feel I’m on a cloud, in heaven.  He too knows how to use his fingers and tongue, but in a very passionate way. He’s delicate to enter me, pounds me slowly, gently and asks me in nearly every pound if I am enjoying it. One time, the climax was so high that he was softly telling me how much he loves being inside me, that I started crying, pleasure was way too much.  Last week he picked me up from work and brought me to his apartment, on the way he told me he has a surprise for me. When we got there, he has candles lit, dinner ready and a bottle of champers ready and some strawberries, too. After dinner, he slowly undressed me, brought me to bed – to my surprise, the bed was covered in red petals. Out of the blue, he got out a bottle of honey and sweetened my entire body with it, then he proceeded to rub  the strawberries with honey on my clit and all and oh my god, I just moaned and moaned, losing my breathing to the extent that I thought I was going have another heart attack. He made me cum twice – It was like water-floods. It was heavenly”

After carefully listening to her description, I said “Well you seem to be having a great time with the two of them. It sounds pleasurably amazing to me” and she goes “Yes, but I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what I want” and I said honestly  “Honey I don’t think the problem are Pedro or Mario, I think the problem is you. You don’t seem to know what you want emotionally or sexually and that’s where the real issue lies. Try to find yourself and what you want, because you’ll never ever have Pedro and Mario in one man. That will never happen so get your act together”

Today, Pedro and Mario are happily married and have become fathers. And I bet they’re still banging headboards or making love to their wives in their own special ways. My friend, in the other hand, is still single and still trying to figure out what she wants. Ironic!

I suppose she never figured out if she liked the red raw pounding or the passion of being made love to.

In part 2, I will discuss the findings of my informal research and we will see the difference of having sex and making love.

Marlon/Marlife

They asked me to teach...

When I was a little boy, my favorite game was me being a teacher. I am hoping I might end up doing that in a professional capacity, and more exciting…in English.

One of my lectures from (DBS) - Dublin Business School, Robert Farrell, whose passion for teaching was rather infectious, recently contacted me to say that he had recommended me to teach in (DFEI) -  Dun Laoghaire Further Education Institute. When I received his email, I couldn’t believe it, but I was and still am humbly touched. I said to myself “Wow”!

When we spoke on the phone, I clearly explained that I do not have a degree in teaching or a license that would allow me to do so, however, he said he thought that those requirements were not needed, but that I would have to corroborate this with the Supervisor in charge in the college. So I asked, what is it that I need then? And he said “Just you, be yourself as you always are. You have the confidence, you are over-enthusiastic. When you get into something you do it with passion and you are a good people’s person”

When I heard him saying all this, I can sincerely tell you guys that I was deeply touched. I can honestly say that sometimes I have to admit there’s nothing about me that would represent humbleness, but this time I honestly was and still am humbly touched, because sometimes we just don’t know how things can be turned around by “the way we are”. And on this occasion, I think that’s where my humbleness comes from.

I contacted the Supervisor of the college in question, and effectively he said that I was highly recommended by my lecturer from DBS, and also said that he would employ me to teach the module considering how well-respected my lecturer is and therefore he would always take his recommendations into consideration.

The module to teach is called “Social Networking in the Digital Age” – something as you all know, I’m very passionate about and love it so much. It was a new module, teaching the basic information and they needed 8 people minimum to go ahead with it.

Unfortunately, in the end, they didn’t get the numbers and the module could not go ahead. But there is the possibility that it might happen next year, and the Supervisor said that if I was still interested in it, it will be my gig.

The moral of the story & the core of my message – which are the reasons why I wanted to share this with you all is: When you are doing something, either if it’s work, studies, hobbies, projects or whatever it may be, try to do it with passion, love and commitment. Always try to do a little bit more of what is expected from you, and also no matter how serious the subject matter may be, always try to integrate your own personality into it, because that’s your unique, indelible personal stamp.

It has paid off for me, on so many levels, but I never thought that something of this nature -teaching- would come out from my efforts put into college and on this particular subject. I always tried to give a little bit more in my research, presentations, and interventions in class. I always try to give a personal meaning to what I was being thought no matter how technically or academically it may have been. And one of the fruitful results of my personal approach to my academy adventure was that I was considered to teach.

Marlon/Marlife

The Fabulous Dylan Bradshaw Hair Salon...

Screenshot of the new website

First of all, after reading this blog, I invite you to check Dylan's incredible, interactive, high fashion website www.dylanbradshaw.com and you will understand more what I was talking about.

 It has been described as the “Rolls Royce of the hairdressing industry” and I totally agree. It was very recently voted “The Best Salon” in Ireland by the Irish Times and again, I totally agree. It is a place that deserves those titles and more, because it really is not only a beautiful, classic and elegant place, but also a place where you go – women or men – and leave feeling great and looking amazing.

The db Salon Customer Service is of a very high standard. You know when people say “It’s all about you” and yes it is, when you go there for either  your hair, make-up or nails, you are in a place where you are very welcome, they make you feel extra special and you’re spoiled in every possible way, so yes… it’s all about you – The dear valued customer.


Dylan: The man behind the brand

The db salon was funded by Dylan himself when he was only 27. It is now located in the heart of the city centre, on the vibrant South William street. It’s a three story building impregnated with an elegant, relaxed and we could say – magical surroundings.

When you are in there, you get a feeling that you are in a place that it’s unique and exudes a particular, inviting personality. Let’s put it this way, the place is characterised by a charm that can be perceived as elusive, but – believe me – after a few minutes in there, that charm will hug you to the extent that you will feel you don’t want to leave and when you do, you get invaded by a genuine feeling of going back.

A lot has been written about the place and the man himself, Dylan Bradshaw. The place has been the subject matter of reviews – both off and on-line, for magazines, newspapers, TV programmes, brochures…etc. ..etc. etc.

 If you Google it, the information you will find is prolific and when you read, you will immediately get enchanted and hooked, to say the least.

There is one particular aspect I would like to outline about this whole “fabulousness”, which is Dylan’s two most remarkable women in his life: First of all his Mother, Linda and of course his wife, Charlotte. The two great women behind this extraordinary man.

When his Mother planted in his head the seed  of becoming a hairdresser, little did she knew back then – he was only 15 – that she was giving him one of the most paramount advices a mother could give to a son – both personal and professionally. Little she knew that that seed would have flourished in such a fruitful way as it did. In summary, he started from the very bottom, slowly but surely making his way up right to the top until create and sustain a name for him in a very competitive industry. Linda you are the one to be “blamed” for putting so many women in the position to be beautified by your son, and I’d like to have the courtesy to, in the name of those women, salute you and say Thank you so much!

Charlotte and Dylan

Charlotte: the woman behind the man and the brand

Then here it comes the wife, Charlotte, his business partner, but more importantly his partner in life and companion in love, and mother of those three beautiful children: Oscar, Ethan and Dexter, who beautifully complement their union and who already are showing  good signs of perpetuating the Bradshaw dynasty.  Charlotte how do you do it? Full-time mum, full-time worker and still looking amazing. I salute you too and I’d like to publicly express my admiration for you. You are someone I admire.

I would like to take this opportunity to also express my admiration and respect for the db team.  A team that is driven by excellence. A team that would do anything beyond their power to make customers feel they are in real nurturing hands, and providing a service which signature is passion. Guys you’re all amazing, your work is admirable. Every single one of you is special for different reasons. I sincerely salute you and from the bottom of my heart, I must say I already miss you all!

Last thing, I have embarked on a new horizon, trying to expand my career by embracing my ambitions. I am sad to say Good bye to my co-workers, clients and everyone I had the privilege to meet. I am sad to say goodbye  to the hairdressing industry, but that sadness will turn into happiness when, one day, I would look back to reflect on my working experience and to realise that  my last experience belong to the best Hair Salon in Ireland. I will look back and a sense of pride will suffuse my face and deep down in me I would proclaim “Wow I one day was part of the fabulous Dylan Bradshaw Hair Salon. What a privilege!”

With Love...

Marlon/Marlife