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CliffordAClavin
Over 90 days ago
Bi-curious Male, 52
United States

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Heights. Which sucks considering that I'm going through the fire academy this summer. Guess I just have to get over it.
My wife uses one on me every time she's on her period. I love it and it makes me the only guy in the world who looks forward to 'that week'.
Considering that most of my friends are perverts, I guess I wouldn't be all that surprised. And I doubt any of THOSE friends would be shocked. Now my more conservative friends, they might be shocked. Of course, no social conservative would ever have a naughty side. LOL
I'm not looking for a dictionary definition, I'm looking for what it means to you. People talk about wanting more than sex; wanting real intimacy. What does that mean for you?
I'll agree with DPW, there's a lot of words there for a very simple question. How old are you? Or am I missing some other part of the question. IMHO, get to the point.
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Oh hell! Busted. Ok I'm really a 19 year old virgin from Wyoming called Candice.

finally I have a chance with you, Candice.

I was 17, so was she. I was her 13th and her eigth virgin. Seems like that was her specialty. She was a stone cold Native American fox. Probably the prettiest woman ive ever been with.
I didn't sleep with my last wife without a condom on, so I'm sure as hell not going to sleep with a stranger without one.
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About the wives who do not like foreplay: They do not really like or just want to get it over with?
Most women need foreplay......

Sadly, in my wife's case, she just doesn't like sex. She's willing to "take one for the team" as often as I want it, but if she had her way, we'd have a platonic relationship. Definitely not a perfect situation, but every other thing in the marriage is perfect besides the sex, so it is what it is. I've had a marriage with great sex, but everything else is broken and this is definitely preferable.
What has always been my challenge remains the same; the maintenance of an image in public. Internet forums help me be more real than I'd ever be in the real world. It's funny how I've met people from other (non sexual) forums and they tell me how much I'm just like they expected me to be, while I felt I was only showing one small side of myself on line.
I love foreplay. Hell, sometimes I prefer it over sex itself. Oddly, my wife doesn't. She a fan of lube up and slide in. Considering the alternative is not getting any sex, I'm not complaining, but it does make me crave it even more. I remember all night foreplay sessions that never even made it to the main event.
Anyone else watch American Hustle and wished it was you closing the deal? That bathroom scene was HOT!

I've done a lot of outdoors stuff, but never any of the really high risk stuff. It intrigues me, but haven't gone there yet.
For the most part, it doesn't matter to me, provided everything is compatible anatomically. I'm not bragging, I'm not that far outside the normal range for length, but the two shortest girls I've been with had a problem with length and in one case it limited us to one position (her on top) and in the other case, excessive caution that took away from the fun. I don't think this is true of all shorter girls, but it was in those two cases (5'0" and 5'2").
While I definitely had some memorable first kisses when I was a teenager, the answer would have easily been first fuck until September 2005. I went out on a first date with a gal I'd met on line. While we'd had a friendly conversation, there were a few red flags that gave me a bit of pause toward the end of the date. Regardless, as I walked her to car and opened the door for her, I could tell she was receptive for a kiss at the end of the date. WOW! She completely blew me away. It was 20 seconds that still makes my heart quicken and brings butterflies to my stomach when I think about it.

The kissing only got better, but unfortunately, while the chemistry was smokin' hot, there wasn't enough else going on to take it any further. I still wonder about her and if the sex would have been as hot as the kissing. If so, I probably missed out on the best sex of my life.
Back on topic, I'd love to go gambling with a hot TV or TS and spend the evening in public playing blackjack before retiring to a hotel room. Once back at the room I'd like to push you backwards onto the bed, pull your skirt up, pull your panties to the side and pull out that stiff little (or preferably not so little) clitty of yours and suckle it in all the ways your body responds to. I'd drop to my knees and caress your flat stomach, your raised hip bones, your chest and your thighs while pulling your clitty deep into my mouth. I'd spread your legs wide to access that pussy of yours, moisten a finger and gently press my way into your tight little rosebud. I'd work you up to the brink of coming, your hips rolling for release, and deny you a little bit longer while I rolled a condom onto my throbbing shaft and lubing it up.

I apologize and promise to buy you another pair as I tear your panties off to allow unencumbered access to your tight pussy. I'd put one stocking-clad leg over each shoulder as I slid my stiff rod along the crack of your perfectly smooth ass. I'd gently press against your tight little entrance, slowly, patiently waiting for your body to welcome my intrusion. As my bulbous head found its way home I'd watch your eyes transform from caution with a touch of pain to hunger and a longing to be filled more completely.

As your hips started to circle, I'd reach for your shoulders and slowly pull your body onto my cock, inch by precious inch filling your body with my thick shaft. As my public bone comes to rest against your tight ass cheeks, I see a momentary wince as my full length hits home. You relax. I begin my slow withdrawal and can see your eyes longing, starving to feel full again. I pull back to just the mushroom of my head and begin a slow steady rhythm to my long, gliding strokes. Your hips fall into syncopy. My hand strokes across your chest, down your stomach and finds your hard clitty. I begin to stroke you in the same rhythm as I pound your ass and your body responds, raising our cadance from the girations of your hips.

I match you and my other hand comes to the crease of your thigh and hip to help me pull deeper with every stroke. Our tempo continues to build and my own orgasm is building, I need both hands pulling your body to meet each thrust and bury each stroke deeper into your ass. I'm pounding you now, completely focused on burying every inch of my cock into you, fucking you at a furious tempo and with one earth-shattering scream I empty my balls into your ass and thrust so hard I suspect I've damaged you. Your cock erupted in jets across your chest and face. I take your legs off my shoulders and collapse onto you.
I used to be a scruncher, but after a backpacking trip where I almost ran out with two days left in the trip, I learned to fold to conserve. I've been a folder ever since. I don't even need to ask my wife to know she's a scruncher. I've never seen someone use so damn much toilet paper in my life. I can make a roll last a month or two on my own, but she seriously goes through more than a roll a week.
Having sex with my wife and being taken from behind by another man. Anytime I'm having a hard time cumming, I just have to visualize that and that's all she wrote.
I had a tutor for geometry in high school that was smoking hot. I'd go to her house after school twice a week and it would be just the two of us for an hour together. I perceived a lot of flirty smiles and side-long glances, but I can't really say anything ever happened. Of course my first time ever jacking off in a car was leaving her house.
Very planned. My Junior Prom. My folks had a house they were trying to sell and we drove up there knowing it would be my first time (it was not hers). We'd actually been holding off for about two weeks because we wanted to wait until prom.

Ooops, forgot what board I was on. First time with a guy was not planned. He was a friend of seven or eight years. I had to spend the night due to a storm. He invited me into his room to watch a boxing match and one thing led to another while sitting in his bed watching the fight. Best sex evar!
Work bathroom (occasionally still do), county park about 100 yards away from the trailhead after work (park was very busy, but me and my ex-wife were having phone sex), driving in highway traffic, and in my garden at home.
Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)
Ellen Ripley (Aliens)
Ellen (Sharon Stone in The Quick and The Dead)
Neytiri (Avatar)
Jordan O'Neill (G.I. Jane)
Princess Amidala (Starwars Prequils)
Seven of Nine (Star Trek)
Leeloo (The Fifth Element)

I love me some female warriors!
I've generally had a great radar for finding great sex partners, but lousy at finding life partners. I can see a woman I'd have amazing sex with from across the room. She's usually batshit crazy and I'll probably have raw spots on my knob after the first 19 hour makeout session, but within two or three months she's going to bring complete and total chaos to my life and it'll have to end.

On the other hand, I can have rather normal, vanilla sex partners who are a joy to live with. In my entire life, I've only found one or two exceptions.
I initially came here as an outlet for a story id enjoyed writing for another site, but the TOS prohibited posting something that explicit. Since coming here I've discovered a great community and explored some long dormant stories and feelings. Good stuff.
No. Yes. Yes.
that said, I'm a bit confused by the first question. Gender opposite best friend? Do mean the opposite gender of your partner or opposite of your gender?
Yesterday was a godawful day at work, so I rounded up two of my favorite coworkers and walked over to the hotel lounge next door for dinner, drinks and conversation. After two glasses of Riesling, a good burger and a couple slices of pizza the rush hour was over and I had an easy drive without having to wreck my wife's mood by venting. It was a great was to end my work week.
The feeling of hot, humid breath on my elbow while I lay in bed browsing. I love my dogs.
It's funny because if you had asked me about my first two marriages, I would have said it was true love, the kind I'd die for. My third marriage is so much healthier and happier and I hesitated at the thought of whether I'd die for her. Maybe it's the passion in the last two that made it feel so life or death, but with this wife, she'd never ask me to die for her, there's no drama. There's just tenderness and love.

Maybe that's true love. Whatever it is, it's good stuff.
It was the only 'safe' place to jack off when I lived in the dorms.

On day while four wheeling with a GF, I started playing with her while she drove. When she lost concentration enough to take a waterbar at 25mph and launched us both into the roof, we decided it would be wise to stop and finish us both off before continuing.