I'm a ex-pat Brit living in the United States. I'm single, which is probably for the best as I travel pretty extensively for work.
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Cheers! And might I say, what a relief!!!I was becoming concerned that my future children and grandchildren would not be able to contribute part of their earnings to enable ridiculously lavish lifestyles for those of sufficiently high-borne blood who don't really do anything.
Overmyknee, I wouldn't have thought of that in a million years. I'll try it. Thanks.
Read both Wold Hall and Bringing Up the Bodies by Hilary Mandel, and they were both amazing. But I most recommend Michael Chabon's Telegraph Avenue, which I'm in the middle of right now.
Thanks, I'll try that.
During this blessed Holiday time of peace on Earth and goodwill to men, shouldn't it be an Evil Elf?Regardless, if I have to choose one for the rest of my life maybe cowgirl. I like it a lot, and I'll still be able to do it when I'm 70 and my back is going.
If it would truly excite her, sure. But I would be lying if I said I wouldn't feel damn silly.
On the proofreading note, a question: Does anyone have advice on how to effectively proofread for typos? When I reread something I've written my brain can pick out things like verb tense, overuse of a particular word, or phasing that sounds clumsy. But for whatever reason if I make a simple typo - say, "lake" instead of "make" - when I go back and reread it, my head puts the sound "make" in my head and I don't catch it no matter how many times I reread.Does anyone else have this issue? If so, how do you deal with it?
Wow, what a great thread this is. Other than underscoring everything MorganHawke said, my two cents here from here and there:CumGirl: The Bartelby point is an excellent one, and it's one that used to bug me a lot. I reread it last summer for the first time since high school, and it worked better for me this time round. The difference for for me was that before I thought of it as a story about Bartelby and his odd "I would prefer not to" quirk. Now when I read it I view it as a story about the actual narrator, whose fascination with Bartelby subtly paints a picture of a man on the verge of becoming aware of the pointlessness of his life's drudgery, but who tragically never quite gets there. I don't mean to suggest that this is what Melville had meant, but I found it worked as a more complete tale when I viewed it as such. And I loved that I had to take the time and bandwidth to puzzle out the right interpretation for me. For whatever that's worth.bustyreadhead: I think a lot of writers do in fact start from the ending. But a lot of times on your path back to your original point, you find you've ended up somewhere entirely different.Once again, this is just a great thread.
All are fabulous (as are in hand, between breasts, etc.), but there's no doubt that pussy is queen. You asked why, and I think the best way I can put it would be that it is specially designed by either God or millions of years of evolution to go with my cock.
I've convinced a woman who wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to try, but I haven't (and don't think I'd try) to convince a woman that didn't find the idea appealing.The thought of doing something sexual with a lover that just wasn't into the thing we were doing doesn't seem particularly fun.
[Note: This is part short story and part therapy session. The events here are certainly fictionalized to a great degree, but they are based on a very real life experience - one that I am not entirely proud to announce is mine. As I was saying to a Lush friend yesterday, sometimes when I reminisce about past sexual exploits it's to unpack things about myself that I'm not so sure about....
Added 01 Dec 2012 | Category Straight Sex
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“I have to say, this really has to be my very favorite breakup ever.” I stretched out my body, so that my fingertips just touched the headboard and my toes touched the base of my bed. Then I rolled back over, so that my thigh was draped over Kate’s legs. As I propped myself up on one elbow, I watched my other hand slowly whisk across her breasts and stomach. “I’m totally serious,” Kate...
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Don’t get me wrong - it’s not that I’m not normally a competitive person. I am. Sports, business, gambling, hell even playing chutes and ladders with my nephews I always want to win. So I absolutely am competitive. It's just that whenever I get together with Sherry, those competitive juices go into complete overdrive. To be fair, she's the exact same way with me, and this often makes...
Added 27 Nov 2012 | Category Straight Sex
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