I didn't name mine. An old gf did, but the name stuck. If I had named it, it would be something like "The Incredible Heat Seeking Moisture Missile". ;)
Actually that's from an old Robin Williams stand-up comedy tape, as is Mr. Happy. Really, I would call it Trouble or Traitor, because it has failed me or gotten me in trouble on occasion.
I can maybe add one thing to DD's excellent self play advice. Don't insert a toy first. Use a finger, but with a well lubed latex exam glove or even a rubber kitchen glove. The tactile feedback from your fingertip is helpful and the glove helps make fingernails much less of an issue. You have much more control over a fingertip than you do over a butt plug.
James Joyce. For this bit from The Married Man's Lament
We had just just heard each other's voices and turned our heads to see the source of those first attractive tones. We appraised each other, just as curious people always do when someone attracts their attention. Our eyes met. The simple message that passed between us would brighten our day and inspire us to fantasize about each other the next time we each had sex with our spouse. The message, "Yes, I would do you and yes, I see that you would do me, if only..." need never be spoken. Indeed, neither of us could dare to speak it. Speaking it would cross the line. The last part of our mutual appraisal was the noticing of the wedding rings. We both had our wallets out to pay for our morning jolt. Our symbols of bondage to others were clearly on display. The sadness in our mutual smiles said, "Yes, I am faithful to my spouse, in deed, if not in thought, and yes, it would disturb me if you made a pass at me. I would feel both complimented by the expression of desire and disgusted at the thought that you would cheat on your spouse."
and Cory Doctorow. For this bit from my as yet unpublished Immune To My Beauty
I'm certain I will help some guy get lucky tonight. I'm in the mood for some cock and I have plans within plans. I've shaved my pussy and now I'm fingering it. I'm feeling that tingle as my slick fingertip circles my clit. I stop. I know I look best when I'm cockhungry. I can walk into a room full of men and hear the gasps. I can see the stunned looks on their faces and as each one makes eye contact, when the stunned look leaves them, it is always replaced with desire to satisfy my hunger. Unless they're gay. And even then I can get a satisfying "I wish I was you" look from them.
Some that I've received are related to my stories or to comments I've made to the sender. Others seem to come from knowing what I would enjoy while making a personal statement about the sender. I'm terrible about finding pics to share, so I mostly reply via PM.
At my age, it's becoming a rare event, but in my youth I always wore briefs and tucked down. Had one while giving a presentation at work once. Dark pants made it a lot less obvious.
I have one pair of satiny smooth boxers, but when I wear them, my wife will pull Little Chuck out through the fly and guide it into her. She likes the feel of them.
For what it's worth, I like your profile. It takes a while to load because of all the gifs in the public comments section, but data in your bio is interesting.
I don't agree that her weight and looks are not part of the issue, because her self-image is critical to her self-esteem and her self-image includes her appearance. That's because so much emphasis is put on looks, especially during our younger years, in our society. Also, the looks of the men she tries to attract is important to her for some reason. It could be that she would rather be fucked and dumped by a 9 or 10 than by a 5 or 6 (which she might feel would happen and she would not want to face that reality).
One way to help build someone else's self esteem is to help them have successes in other areas of their life. Successes in careers, hobbies, projects, education, etc. build self-worth.
The home wrecker owes nothing to the SO of the cheater. No matter how much I would wish to blame the "other man", I would not be able to change that fact. The cheater is the one who has either an explicit or implicit promise to keep. If I was the cheater and I tried to blame the "other woman" for causing me to cheat, wouldn't that make me seem immature? When there is no implicit commitment, there is no cheater and no home wrecker. There's only two people competing for the affection of one.
I haven't read through to find out if this has been mentioned, but I usually have to pee very soon after waking up. After that, I'm a yay.
Button. How many guys can claim that they grow 4X in length and 8X in volume?
I think what it boils down to is that people can't change what they like, but time has a way of changing what's acceptable and people have a habit of growing out of the childish belief that every want is a need. This girl is wanty, not needy. The guys she wants can't change what they like either, and, like her, they will try to get what they want, but they will drink or wait as the field is whittled down and eventually get some of what they are genetically and socially programmed to get. Call it trim or tail or whatever you want, a stiff dick has no conscience.
This is why some percentage of both genders leave the "meat market scene" and use online dating services or other alternatives. Anybody can eventually find somebody there, as long as they don't tie there own self-esteem to the "hotness" of the person they attract and as long as they can be content with people who attract them on something other than the surface layer.
If I was gonna have surgery, I would order a #19.ZgaqT87kZuDZ61gB
Thank you, ladies. A 6' tall woman could wear 5" heels and still not be taller than me when I was barefoot. I've never seen a woman taller than me, but I don't think it would bother me to date a woman who is.
If it came from a Yank, and if it was the first word in a comment, that's a very good thing. When someone sees a "hot" car, motorcycle or girl go by, a long drawn out "Niiiiccce!" (pronounced like ice only longer) is a statement that it was exceptionally pleasing (as is "Hot!). It would need no other support and the rest of the comment might be explanation for why it deserved such a compliment. If it was used within a longer sentence, "That was very nice" could have a much more complimentary meaning than "That was a nice story", which is what you might say when you don't want to hurt feelings.
I must be doing something wrong or sending out a vibe that says I wouldn't welcome suggestions. I don't get any. I don't get that many comments, but most of them are just compliments and encouragement to continue. I probably would get peeved if it happened routinely.
I think there are many someones who are suitably compatible for any one person. Like so many other things, compatibility with a particular person is a scale from -100% to +100%. The negative numbers are where the relationship would be worse than none. If you can find someone who remains in the high positives, they would be indistinguishable from a destined soulmate.
You're probably not getting enough stimulation through penetration. It's probably safe to say that most women don't. The majority of the nerve endings are in the clit. If you get much closer to orgasm through foreplay before penetration, that might help, Also, if you don't want to stimulate your clit directly during intercourse, there are positions where the guy can do that for you while he continues thrusting at a pace that will keep him ready until you come.
It also includes sucking a cock that's been in your own ass, taking the cock (or even a toy) from your ass to your mouth. It's nasty, but some people love nasty. C'est la vie.
I use notepad. It's on every Windows computer. Right-click. Select 'New' then Text Document.
You say you're not good at confrontation, but that's probably what's required. If it were me, since email seems to be a primary form of communication, I would say, "It seems that you aren't very interested in hearing from me. If I'm mistaken, please let me know. If there's some reason you're not being very talkative, please let me know if it's something I can do something about"
Then you wait. If you don't get an answer, you've got your answer.
I became the odd man out in such a scenario many years ago. A girl thought she was over an ex-bf (high school sweetheart) and was falling in love with me (and I with her). Out of the blue, her ex proposed marriage to her and being with him would require following him in his military career. She accepted and left my life. Even though we hadn't been intimate yet, that broke my heart more than any other love lost. In the decades since then, I've always wanted to hear from her. What I've always wanted to hear was that she has had a good life with him and that she has not regretted her choice. I recently used a combination of Facebook and Linked-in to learn that they are still together. I can only hope that's good news for her, but I think it is. I've found love with another woman that I feel was a better match emotionally. I now feel as if I dodged a bullet.
So, if you can't decide between the two of them now, picture yourself, as best you can, as far into the future as you can, and see who is with you in the picture.
I'll give you the reasons I've heard or read that guys cross-dress.
1) They're straight but submissive to women or they identify emotionally with women. If they were women they would be lesbians.
2) They're straight but fantasize about or actually enjoy humiliation by women. They cross-dress to feed that desire. If they were women they would be lesbian subs.
3) They're straight but have gay fantasies that they indulge in for whatever reasons, that require emotional identification with women. Maybe they're latent bisexuals in denial or maybe it's the humiliation factor.
4) They're bisexual and identify emotionally with women. If they were women they would be bisexual.
5) They're gay and identify emotionally with women. Basically drag queens. If they were women they would be straight.
Yes, I've heard or read about all of those. I saw a guy in San Francisco once. He was crossing the street in front of a low slung car. I saw him only from the waist up at first. He had long black hair, scraggly beard and mustache. He was wearing an old, olive drab, surplus army shirt, like many hippies of the time. When he got past the car, it became clear that from the waist down he could pass for a Personal Assistant. 2" heels, pencil skirt, black sheer hose.
