Musician by trade, university prof out of necessity, erotica author for western culture's enrichment (just kidding---I write erotica cuz gettin' hard feelz good). I love women, some women love me.
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I have struggled with mental illness all my life.I am upright and mobile, able to hold a meaningful, satisfying job because of the daily medications I take and the therapy I undergo.Please don't make naive assumptions about backbone, the struggles medical research contends with, and the motivations of gifted, effective therapists.If you haven't been immobilized by severe depression and anxiety, been psychotic, paranoid, bi-polar, etc., please at least have a kindly sympathy for the millions who struggle daily with these debilitating conditions.No, medical science does not have all the answers tied up with a neat little bow, and progress comes in fits and starts, but there has been amazing progress in the treatment of these conditions. (neither can medical science give unerring explanations for many of the conditions our society routinely accepts as illness)I once asked a psychiatrist that I was seeing for treatment, what would have happened to someone like me 150 years ago?He answered, not glibly, that I likely would have been chained to a wall in the family cellar or in a sanitarium.I prefer the medication and therapy that allow me to have a life. I'm sorry Older-Wiser. I so didn't want to hurt you or anyone.Through my twenties and thirties three general doctors tried to give me antidepressants. In the 80's, one of those doctors sent the nurse out of the room and immediately reached into my blouse and fondled my tits through his diagnoses. At the time, the thing turned me on (as I remember clearly) and wasn't a big deal. I guess he thought I would be a safe piece of ass because I had just told him that I was addicted to sex which was ruining my life. Really think he would of used me further if his nurse hadn't been around. I resisted the medicine because I figured it was the drugs and alcohol I was hooked on that had me so messed up. Years into it, I quit the alcohol and most of the drugs and still had overwhelming fear of being left alone and continued to seek constant company. In the 90's, I went to a doctor looking to get me some meds to fix my head. He gave me a sample and scrip. I took the first dose on the way home and then spent the day researching the med he had given me. Learning that the withdraw symptoms were way worse than the original symptoms, and considering the fact that I would be in withdrawals between affording the very expensive med which could take away sex drive and others important pieces of myself, I threw the stuff away and HONESTLY, I STRAIGHTENED MYSELF OUT. It was time to grow up. I had no other choice. Of course I'm still whacked but am okay with it. Now they want to put my five yr old adopted grandson on meds. It breaks my heart because I think he just needs dedicated constant direction to help him through the learned behavior of his early years. I'm afraid. I thought the same way that you did and for some it does, I spent years trying to straighten my self out and it did not work. but to each his own Oh, I agree totally. It is one of the frustrating things about it all, that you can't just get a prescription like an antibiotic and it goes away in 3 or 4 days! Different things work for different people. WHATEVER WORKS BEST FOR YOU!!!
I have struggled with mental illness all my life.I am upright and mobile, able to hold a meaningful, satisfying job because of the daily medications I take and the therapy I undergo.Please don't make naive assumptions about backbone, the struggles medical research contends with, and the motivations of gifted, effective therapists.If you haven't been immobilized by severe depression and anxiety, been psychotic, paranoid, bi-polar, etc., please at least have a kindly sympathy for the millions who struggle daily with these debilitating conditions.No, medical science does not have all the answers tied up with a neat little bow, and progress comes in fits and starts, but there has been amazing progress in the treatment of these conditions. (neither can medical science give unerring explanations for many of the conditions our society routinely accepts as illness)I once asked a psychiatrist that I was seeing for treatment, what would have happened to someone like me 150 years ago?He answered, not glibly, that I likely would have been chained to a wall in the family cellar or in a sanitarium.I prefer the medication and therapy that allow me to have a life.
Oh hell yes. Watching her face, she, like, goes into another dimension. It's waaay hot.
My usual reply to the favorite music question is, "I like good music."Sometimes people think I'm being pretentious, but it's true. The genre, the artist, the style, etc. are not what draw my attention, hold my attention, make me think and feel, or scratch a particular itch I have at any given moment.Doesn't matter if it's Allison Krauss, Beethoven, Palestrina, or Nirvana. If it's authentic, not overtly commercial (that does omit a huge sector of the performing arts, I'll admit), honest, and well-played or sung, I'll probably like it, or at least find it interesting enough to stop and listen, maybe imitate.I make my living as a working musician and play various styles of music on guitar, double bass, bass guitar, percussion, blah, blah, blah.Music and the arts are my bread and butter, classical music being the largest slice of bread.
Standing.In a forest.On a public trail.Hard work!Hot as hell.
Gen'rally speakin', if they swell nicely and get wet, what more can I ask for??LOVE IT
I have always made my living playing the guitar--a variety of styles--and pretty much agree with all the advice offered, if that's possible.One of the fascinating things about the instrument is that you can approach it in so many different ways, and use it as the backbone of so many different kinds of music.Re. learning to play, some artists with platinum CD sales are self-taught!For most of us, the question is, "How badly do you want to learn to play?" Cuz if you really want it, you'll find the ways that work best for you.Best wishes and have fun!
Oops, I'm not a gal, sorry everyone.
People gonna do what people gonna do.When they look in the mirror they don't see what you and I see when we look at them.
My former college roommate says I'm a freak. I tell him to fuck off, then we both laugh. He's married and I'm divorced, so I can be with different women (whenever I manage to find one who'll have me which isn't too very often I'll admit). When we talk on the phone he always wants to hear the details if I've been with a woman. I tell him he's a freak because he just wants to beat off while...
Added 17 Sep 2010 | Category Oral Sex
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I walk quietly into your bedroom early in the morning. You're still asleep, lying on your side with just a sheet covering you from the waist down. Your hair is partially hiding your face and I can hear you breathing. I study your shoulder so softly rounded. Your back smooth and beautiful. My eyes follow your spine down into the top of your tempting ass. God I love to look at your ass. ...
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She was 22 and petite. Blonde, boyishly short haircut, and a body to die for. He was much older, but she liked the way he talked. They met at the wedding of mutual friends, were bored with the reception and had been drinking just enough to loosen their inhibitions. Sitting together they talked a little, flirted a lot. He kept stealing looks at her creamy breasts, intentionally on display in...
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I had met your friend several times. We weren't really close, but she was not a stranger to me. And then one night you confided in me that you and she had been sleeping together! Maybe four or five times. Neither of you really considered yourselves Bi- , you said you were just playing around. You told me it got started one night when you both had been drinking tequila shots and talking...
Added 16 May 2010 | Category Group Sex
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Nothing special about this particular Sunday afternoon, you're just horny as hell and you want it bad. You want it so bad and you want it now. Walking quietly from room to room until you find me, you approach me from behind, put your hands on my waist and slide them forward and up until you have your arms around me. I feel your lips just barely touching my ear, then your warm moist breath...
Added 03 Apr 2010 | Category Straight Sex
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There was an alley that shortened Kayla's walk by ten minutes when she went from her house to the store. To be more precise, it was her uncle's house. She was living with him while she was in school. She could take the long way and stay on the sidewalk by the street, but the alley was quicker and more fun. Who doesn't like to kick around in an empty alley? Only lately it wasn't always empty....
Added 28 Feb 2010 | Category Group Sex
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"You know what we called it when I was in high school? Huh? "Beaver, for Christ's sake. Sounds silly now even just to say it." I was sitting in my editor's office. He was ranting and raving as usual. Probably his boss had been on his case about something and he was taking it out on me. "After that, all of a sudden it's Squirrel. Can you believe that? 'Squirrel this,' and 'Squirrel that.'...
Added 23 Feb 2010 | Category Straight Sex
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He was like a machine, she thought. Squatting over the Redhead's ass like that with his dark hands on her waist, cock sliding in and out of her asshole in a steady rhythm---in and out, in and out, never changing positions, never changing speed, never saying a word or making a sound, in and out, always the same, machine automatic. She had watched the two of them do this many times before...
Added 22 Feb 2010 | Category Group Sex
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Thrilled to be alone at last, the door is scarcely closed before we are kissing furiously, pulling at each other's clothes, getting to skin as quickly as we can. Falling together onto the bed, I press one knee into you and feel your warmth, hear you moan through our kiss. Still energetic, moving quickly, I kick my pants off my feet as you reach down and wiggle out of your panties. I am...
Added 21 Feb 2010 | Category Straight Sex
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We arranged to meet at the Brasil coffee house across the street from Mark's Restaurant. She arrived early and was sitting at a small table on the lush, shaded patio as I stood watching her from the doorway. She hadn't yet seen me. Chestnut. The color of her hair. How often did the word "chestnut" enter my mind at all, much less when noticing a woman's hair? But that was the color. ...
Added 20 Feb 2010 | Category Straight Sex
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