Hot. Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy hot!

Oh dear god! No!!!

There are internet hoaxes that claim that WD-40 is fish oil based and nontoxic. That is untrue and dangerous. WD-40 is a petrolium distallate solvent famous for dissolving rust etc..

You do not want that stuff on or inside your body, particularly on or around mucous membranes where it is more easilly absorbed.

Use it on your bike, your lawn mower, a squeaky hinge or office chair mechanism and keep it away from your pussy!

Guys: Are you tired of clicking on avatars depicting gorgeous women only to find yourself on some guy's profile page? I find that it's getting damned annoying.

A rose by any other name... :-) Personally, I like the terms even though I rarely use them. To me the term MILF or cougar could be applied to woman in ways that vary between attractive or derogatory depending on the context. I like to see the positive sides of things and so I lean towards the gentler uses of the terms. Besides, the sentance "Mom I'd like to have a long, loving happy and thrilling sexual relationship with (MILTHALLATSRW) makes for a cumbersome acronym! :-)


I also rely heavilly on a sense of humor to get through difficult days and so the terms tend to lighten things up. For example, American actress Maura Tierney played the role of a nurse who completed medical school and became a doctor in emergency medicine. During one episode, a bratty teenager spoke to his pal (in her presence) calling her a 'milf.' She corrected the boy, "I am a doctor!" and the kid said to his pal, "Oh, a DILF." OK, the kid was a brat but the scene was funny.

The term cougar could have predatory connotations but seriously, if an older woman is attractive to young men, in th elong run that's an affirmation of her attractiveness. Demi Moore had a relationship with Ashton Kutcher that was committed by Hollywood standards. If the two of them could keep each other grinnign for a couple of years more power to them. Do I wish that Demi suddenly became attracted to 65 year old, overweight diabetics? Sure but hey, life's tough. By the way, I love your avitar photo. What a MI__ oh I'd better not say it. The photo is alluring. :-)

Want a guy's thoughts on this subject? A lot of us older guys wonder about the same thing. We look in amazement at stunning, beautiful women and they're hanging on the arm of some guy who looks like a homeless wannabe with unkempt stringy hair and discheveled clothing. WTF is she thinking, we wonder? Maybe the schlub is a rock star... LOL

One opinion that I've heard from some of those stunning, intelligent women is that in fact, they are damned lonely because many men feel too intimidated to ask such women for a date thinking that they will be rejected as just 'not good enough' for her. When they're sitting home night after night and some schlub DOES ask them out, they go. Maybe, just maybe, we guys need to man up and not be so afraid to risk rejection and take a chance. After all... all she can say is no and maybe she'll say yes and something develop.

My Mother used to say, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry crispy. If you have to be careful when picking up a strip of bacon to prevent it from shattering, that's just right.

I dunno, why do so many women like gay men? I think what many guys like is the vision of two young, beautiful women together. Show me two old hags who look like Hillary Clinton and Janet Reno getting it on and the breath freezes in my lungs.

Yes, the intimacy of cuddling deepens the bond.

Happy birthday!

I agree with Angie that we're short behavoral healthcare and that's the real problem. Everything else is just steam clouding the issue.

Now pregnant with Matthew’s child, Tracy was ecstatically happy. Her husband Harry was as yet unaware of her pregnancy but it was only a matter of time before the baby bump appeared as her body was well toned thanks to her dedicated exercise regimen, under Matthew’s direction as her personal trainer. Matthew also had become her Master and Tracy adored him. Also, during this time, her...

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This story picks up where "The Ice Storm" leaves off. Susan made her bed for the second time that day. Mac had just left, and her body held that wonderful feeling of happiness and satisfaction. Almost two months had passed since their first lovemaking in his truck, after he’d rescued her from being stuck in an ice storm. "He rescued me from more than a storm," thought Susan as she...

Added 06 May 2012 | Category Love Stories | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 905

Maine: 2013 Susan sat in her driveway, hands trembling on the steeringwheel. Her mind was exactly thirteen and a half miles away in a Dodge Ram 4X4 parked at the gym where she worked out. Her affair with Mac, consummated barely an hour ago, left her whole body shaking. She didn’t quite know how she was able to navigate the icy streets to the home and shared with her husband of eleven years,...

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This fantasy follows two previous stories for these characters. "At Long Last" and Three on Day Three". This is a fourth get together for Amy and me and the second for the two of us with Rita. The women are stunning souls in their thirties, with similar builds. In fact, after our first time together as a threesome, a devilish Amy left wearing Rita’s underwear and Rita in hers. At the time...

Added 02 Mar 2012 | Category Wife Lovers | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,260 | 3 Comments

The last day of my three day business trip to Amy’s area, Iworked nights, slept for a few hours and then we met for lunch and an afternoon tryst, as we had the previous two days. Our couplings were acting out movie fantasies and honestly I didn’t really didn’t have a movie theme in mind for this one. I had decided to take a huge leap of faith and play out something that Amy had shared with me...

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A warm shout-out goes to Shy Vixen, my muse for this story and draft editor. The moody Sarah McLachlan lyrics floated just within my consciousness. Sings Sarah, “I have a smile stretches from ear to ear, to see you walking down the road. And it’s just you and me on my island of hope, a breath between us could be miles.” The song triggers a broad smile as though a CD in a rental car...

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Richard Ellis, Captain Ellis, Captain Richard Ellis. His name ruminated in Tink’s happy thoughts, over and over in any number of iterations. She wept that this man who saved her Master’s life already was underway and well out to sea by now. She savored the feeling of him deep inside her girl parts, reliving that fullness and heat, the sight and scent of him as he pummeled her body with...

Added 24 Nov 2011 | Category Love Stories | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 987 | 8 Comments

When I asked Rose for a second date she was enthusiastic and it was beginning to become apparent that our age difference didn’t faze her a bit. To be honest, she was so much more than any woman her age I’ve ever encountered. It seemed like there was no subject that was difficult to talk about. I liked not having to worry about conversational ‘land mines’ as there were in my failed marriage and...

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After more than a day and a half of being machine fucked by phalluses powered by the mass of the entire ship and her crew (Tink and the cask) and a full day of rest, Tink walked on rubbery legs. She didn’t think it seemly to ask Master why he’d done this to her. Was it punishment? Pleasure? Hook came to his cabin and Tink quickly stripped naked and assumed her inspection posture, kneeling in...

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This story is completely fictional but hell, who could blame me? After five minutes of looking at Rose’s pictures, a gay monk would grab a quill and begin penning fantasies. Her name is Rose and as the saying goes, by any other name she’d smell as sweet. She’s from my hometown of Philadelphia and when we met, she was only 19 and I, 47. In Philadelphia back then there was a public ice...

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