I'm a Capricorn born in 1969 (that's where the "69" comes from in my nick).
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She knows I'm into such things but AFAICT she isn't specifically aware of this site.I've told her that I read erotica but she'd be mortified to know I've dabbled in some writing.She's most definitely not on here with me - she's a prude about sex (not necessarily a bad thing, simply true).I don't think she disapproves of erotica but she most definitely feels that visual pornography is misogynistic.I don't necessarily hide this site from her but she actively avoids discussing anything sexual.I'd love it if we could read these stories together but I doubt she'd be willing to participate.
Wow... Vivid...The last surgery was weeks prior, but I hadn't had an erection for nearly 4 months. To be honest: I hadn't been interested, either. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about living, in general, and hadn't thought about sex very much -- which is odd, because most days I think about it every few hours.I was lying next to her in our bed after a particularly satisfying nap on a lazy Sunday afternoon. She was sleeping peacefully on her side facing me and the curve of her hip was slowly rising in the diffuse, indirect sunlight as it came through the sheers covering the window. Unexpectedly, slowly, painfully I began to get an erection. The pain concerned me somewhat but it was reminiscent of how I felt after a weekend of love-making when we first got back together, years ago. I brought my hand down to where the action was starting and I closed my eyes as I went through a sort of mental check list: scrotum , testicles , shaft , cock head , seminal fluid , kegels .I felt her stir, so I opened my eyes. She said excitedly, "Oh! Look at that!" All I could do was smile. Apparently, all the foreplay she needed was to take off her panties and the old, soft T-shirt she'd taken from me when it was too old to be presentable in public. She invited me to join her with a smile and a simple "c'mon," as she laid on her back.The initial penetration was an unfamiliar combination of pain and heaven. With each stroke I could feel an intense warmth pulse behind my testicles, deep at my cock's root. It was a little uncomfortable, but I was not going to stop. I could see in her eyes that she was enjoying herself and I was definitely not going to interrupt her pleasure.I varied the rhythm, depth, and pace in a manner I'd learned -- through years of practice and experimentation -- would bring her to a nice climax. As she was nearing her apex the intense warmth from behind my testicles began to expand up my cock. This was new and, strangely, not unwelcome. I quickened the pace and deepened the strokes because we both like that. Shortly thereafter she began to moan, her eyebrows began to furl, and I could see that her eyes were moving beneath her closed eyelids. When she reached her orgasm and began gasping my cock was suddenly on fire! From the root deep behind my testicles to the extra-swollen head it felt like it had been dipped in hot oil. My eyes shot open and I started to howl as bolts of lightning shot out from the core of my being. There were five or possibly six eruptions and then they stopped.I left my cock in her as my erection subsided. For two minutes my cock head throbbed and burned with each slowing beat of my heart and I felt a few residual currents of lightning as they traveled up my shaft much slower and less intense than before.I don't think I passed out, but I have no visual recollections from the cuddling afterwards. I vividly recall what I saw and thought during the sex and up to our orgasms but for the first few minutes afterwards I only recall what I felt from my genitals, nothing visual. My next memory with visual content is after my cock stopped burning and throbbing when I remember watching her say "I love you," as I moved over to the pillow on my side of the bed.That was, absolutely, the most intense orgasm I've ever had.There have been plenty of others that have been awesome but, for intensity, nothing has surpassed this one.
I have seen that a pencil can work rather well. A good friend of mine is a superb artist and his drawings of the opposite sex are quite detailed and evocative.
Some of the responses I've seen on this topic have been quite interesting.One earlier response might be paraphrased as "anything you wouldn't tell your partner about is cheating" and that made me think for a second or two.I haven't directly told my wife that I visit Lush but I'm sure she's aware that I'm visiting sites of this nature. I haven't told her because she can be prudish and often refuses to discuss sexual topics with me though we've known each other (in the biblical sense, too) more than half of our lives. This is even true right before and right after sex. I think it's a little odd to be that uptight about it, but hey... whatever works (and she works quite well for me).I don't consider Lush cheating because I'm not trying to hook up with anyone else (physical or cyber), I'm not attaching myself emotionally to another person, and I'm not inspired to leave my lovely and loving wife. The fact that I'm having a fleeting fantasy while reading a story doesn't feel out of bounds to me.
This can not be answered really. Too many variables.for example.If I am fucking her in Peru, the altitude is going to reduce the time I can bang effectively. If she is a bigger gal and she tends to come slamming back into me all hard going ape-shit during doggy-style, this will also reduce the effective banging time.If she is on top yelling "yeeeehaw" then this will increase the bang time. I would want to keep that going there...If she is super hot - Maybe one of the biggest factors in having a bangathon - It's like runner's high, but for banging. Banger's high, I suppose.If we are fucking in a hot tub, chances are it's not gonna go for a real long time cause who wants to get all prune-y?...pussy tightness. Not uptight about anal are factors as well. I mean even under optimal conditions like correct altitude, temperature, humidity, hotness, energy level... there are still variables, like her yelling out some sexy shit that makes me blow my load. I am sure there is some fucking algorithm or something that can be applied to the variables to compute the effective time but I suck at that shit. Dude, you kill me. You are spot on with this...
The one thing that I desperately wish I could change is something that I cannot face posting here. It's a sad part of my life that probably wouldn't have happened if I'd made one choice differently. Thank you for this thought provoking question. Though it may be painful, it's good to think about this kind of thing now and then.
Let's see if I can manage this...This is a series of photos I took on a cruise of Monterey Bay in California during July 2010. There was an unprecedented krill bloom and there were multiple blue whales and humpback whales lunge feeding all over the place.These photos are untouched (except to be sized down for Lush). They were taken with a Canon EOS Rebel XT and a 300mm lens. The boat was rolling and churning all over the place, so I was unable to frame these the way I wanted. http://images.lushstories.com/pb69/bluewhalefluke5634760084422282876.jpg http://images.lushstories.com/pb69/bluewhalefluke6634760084981234459.jpg http://images.lushstories.com/pb69/bluewhalefluke7634760085502277799.jpg
I keep in shape by playing at least 2 ice hockey games each week; more when I can find the time. That will definitely keep you fit.
I have been heavy since 15. I will agree sometimes attitude has a lot to do with how she feels. I have been there done that. But in some ways I take the other side too. A lot of adults and people in general look down on heavy people without knowing maybe it's more than not watching what they eat. It can be genetic also. It can also be hormonal. I dated a woman was diagnosed with Grave's Disease, which is a potentially deadly overactive thyroid. The solution is to cut out a lot of the thyroid or to irradiate the thyroid with radioactive iodine. After she was irradiated, she gained 50 pounds in 6 months without making any lifestyle changes (still as active as she had been before and still eating the same amount). The difference was that overactive thyroid works like amphetamines and her body used to quickly burn off the calories she used to consume. After the radiation only 5% of the thyroid was working and then she had to drastically reduce her caloric intake. Unfortunately for her, her doctor didn't warn her about that so she gained a lot of weight very quickly.
Oh My God, it's so Hot! That has happened a few times with my wife (not every time, by any means) and it's awesome because it means that I've helped her to feel like I always feel -- out of control with pleasure. I don't think you should be embarrassed at all. It increases and improves the lubrication which can make it easier to go again and help her to another orgasm. She doesn't usually want to go again afterwards, but the one time we did was mind-blowing for both of us.
No bra draws my eyes Nipples tease beneath her blouse Cock throbbing for her Beauty beckons me Sashays across the bedroom Purest poetry Kisses with passion Tongues dart and play with fervor Hands fondle her ass Upward rising hands Pressing my hardness to her Blouse silently falls Kneeling before her Panties slither down her hips Worship begins...
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