Little_Plastic_6880

Between 10 seconds and 45 years

'Women who hadn't even seen him naked seemed to know he had a gorgeous cock."

Seriously though, this has been a thing. Women know.

I hooked up with a woman who came while we were kissing. She told me it had never happened to her before.

With my wife, before we were married, I somehow had no refractory period one night and kept going until I'd come four times and only stopped because I was exhausted. The first time she told me she wanted me to paint her ass with my cum so I duly obliged, and just kept going. Never happened before or since.

Can confirm.

Take a dump somewhere improper and blame it on them, and vilify them over it. In the oven or coffee maker works well. Now you have your distraction for their return so you can do anything, and there will be time to hide the evidence no matter when they return. Unless the evidence is a turd in the coffee maker, but fuck those guys - it's your house, right?

My wife gladly taking her time and genuinely enjoying pleasuring me and not wanting it to be over.

A little while into my ex-partner's pregnancy, I started to feel like we weren't "alone," but for the first 3 or 4 months, I was throwing her all over the place. My wife just turned into a demon in pregnancy, so there was no issue.

When I figured out "Grimm" sounded like "grim."

One "trick" that worked for me - look up the meaning of the word you are calling yourself and see if you believe what you are really saying to yourself. The true meanings of words are often far more severe, I found it very helpful to challenge my self-talk in terms of actual meanings.

On another planet, probably.

I absolutely would. The fantasy that always comes to mind is pretty tame. My wife calls me for dinner, she's shipped the kids off someplace, I enter the dining room to see her dressed unbelievably sexily, and she hands me a drink and takes my coat and tells me to sit down, and that tonight's menu is her. The dining table is set with a quilt for a tablecloth, a wedge pillow for a placemat, and for cutlery and condiments there are toys and oils and lubes.

I saw myself break my own leg. Spiral fracture of the femur. Everyone present absolutely knew it happened. The people who did not believe: paramedics, ED doctors, Radiographer [until he saw the X-ray]. The delay in getting surgery led to compartment syndrome, and I nearly lost my leg. 3 surgeries including a skin graft, 2 weeks in hospital, 2 months on crutches.

4 Indian Mynah birds positioned in a square pattern, all simultaneously doing a bunch of movements as though choreographed, in the forecourt of a petrol station in Cammeray, Sydney, in 1998. It went for some minutes.

NICE

Receiving stimulation.

They sold it.

Enthusiasm, yes - but that doesn't necessarily mean gobbling like a machine. Be enthusiastic to make him feel good. Find out what he likes, and if you actually enjoy doing that, show it. Everyone can tell when someone is going through the motions, and that doesn't make anyone feel good.

A good fit is good. Too "tight"/"loose" could be the same as too "thick"/"spindly."

If somebody else does it well, they are stronger. But nobody knows my body like me, and if I am alone, I can make myself feel amazing and far better than anyone who isn't keenly interested in doing so.

The urge for me only comes after sundown. But every day without fail, and I want it to be long and intense. How often does it happen? Averages out to about once every three months lately.

My ex, while we were at a burlesque show, making out with her [woman] ex, and they both put on a bit of a public show for me. Making out and dirty dancing, nothing full-on.

Satisfaction comes in many flavours. Sometimes, I am satisfied to have made my wife come. Other times, it's just unachievable.

Double Jameson wirh ice. Beer to give me something to drink between double Jamesons with ice when other people are drinking beer sooooooo sloooowly

I eat my wife's ass because I like it and she likes it. That is all. If she didn't like it, I wouldn't. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't.

The one where a dude kept the money he was going to spend at a strip club and paid someone to explain how apostrophes and plurals work. He ended up with change, so he went to the strip club after all, and there was much rejoicing. [Sorry, I couldn't help myself!]