Complicit

If done intelligently.

Basically pissing so unless you are into that…GROSS! I am not.

Sunny. 80F day 68 night…periodally windy.

Couch

No

I am just about ready for the next one…three in a day is enough. No onions this time.

As the years have passed he has gone from eccentricity to malevolence. He now manipulates a brain dead President at will and makes $8million a day by doing it.

If on Lush you are naughty.

After scrolling forever I have forgotten the choices…not that that they were likely anything other than utter nonsense.

Do you mind if I finish reading your profile and one of your stories? Maybe it will help me to decide is I should start swimming or stay. Hmmm read your profile and a story …I guess I will start swimming.

A coffee and good conversation would be welcomed.

Not really…

Lush provides a vehicle to see what lurks in people’s imaginations either through their stories or occasionally in their conversations. I have tried things because verbally it is a challenge and if written well…you know.

It was the early days of starting my business and before I married and divorced. I would like to say it something I never thought of but that isn’t true. It was my second cousin who was gay and had been suggesting on a regular basis that I fuck him.we had become good friends over the years and had dinner every other month. We had dinner one night with a few drinks before and bottle of wine with dinner. When we finished he asked if I had ever been to a gay bar, I hadn’t. It was Marti Gras night so I decided it would be interesting. It was and after a few hours of drinking and his putting his hand between my legs he asked if I would like a nightcap at his place which close by.

Arriving he mixed a couple of drinks then knelt between my legs undoing my pants then taking my cock in his mouth. I was inti ally uncomfortable but as he progressed it got more sensual. Before I knew we were both naked…he stood before as I sat with my cock pointing upwards wet with his saliva. He reached I. The side table drawer and took out a tube of lube which he generously covered my cock and his ass. He straddled me as my cock moved deep into his ass. As he with me inside him he pinched my nipples which to this day I love. It didn’t take long until I filled his bowels with my seed

Once I had cum the remorse set in. We remained friends but never repeated the sex. He died 3 years ago. I have to say I have thought of what we did and from time to time wonder if I would want it again. Years have passed since we fucked and I do think about it. I have to say that given the opportunity with right person I might very well try it again.

I quietly shut the curtains while tucking my erection into my pants.

The person below me is nonexistent thus assuming I am nude and erect I will leave to them what happens next.

Never, but I am on the verge of boycotting Trump’s Administration and Tesla. This shit is driving me crazy.

What haven’t you done recently that keeps coming to mind to do again?

I prefer it trimmed a bit but at the end of the day it really doesn’t matter.

Essentially from what I can tell it is a result of poor bladder control and unless you are into getting pissed on it is a nasty mess. I find nothing appealing about it.

I am somewhat short of Sprite’s internet 14” but long enough so I don’t piss on my feet. I could never compete with a Coke can in girth. My best description would be a convenient size for all situations. I have had a small collection of complaints but usually from those companions who can compare to a wet canyon.

Time is relative. Enough is not a measurement. Too much may simply enough for now. How is that for a really stupid answer to a really stupid question.

Cybersex sex requires a number of things primarily a creative mind and a willing spirit. With a few exceptions my experience has been fairly disappointing. There have been a few truly exceptional exceptions.

Both parties must be able to sustain a level of erotic fantasy through timely exchanges creating as “natural” a flow that is as representative as the real thing. There must be a bit of romance…kissing, holding, tactility…not just fucking.

If possible go slowly. Enjoy the experience rather than just experience it. I could go on but I think you get the point.

While a contraceptive is the least desirable method it serves its purpose. I agree that pulling out is both an unreliable method of contraception and a poor ending to a sexual experience even from the start you are focusing on pulling out rather than the act itself.

During the course of building my company strip clubs were one the most requested forms of entertainment for clients. I spent thousands especially when the Japanese were in town. Although the expense was mind boggling the return always made in business secured. After the first few times I have say things started to get boring. Girls were mechanical and frequently tried to cheat on the number of dances and drinks they had. There were a couple along the line that were special which mitigates the time wasted with those that weren’t.

The other participant must be both responsive and creative. That is not usually the case.

Popcorn sprinkled with Parmesan.

In very clean moments of high arousal.

Reading is an imaginative exercise. Why write a preamble to something that you will illuminate in the course of a story unfolding?

I have a Latin lover who swears in Spanish which has an extremely erotic effect on me. I understand only about 20% but the sound of it is wonderful.

Couch in her parent’s house. It was my first and her…?