Not always. Sometimes I fantasizei about women I've seen in the grocery store, or gas station. Sometimes it is people I know, like co-workers, or clients (or clients' wives) or musicians or their wives. I like variety. LOL
That's a toughie. My first reaction was Waiting For God, but I also loved MASH, Taxi, Fawlty Towers, Red Dwarf, Twilight Zone, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, and George Gobel. Other greats include Sid Caesar and Imogene Coca, Your Show of Shows (Ed Sullivan), and Upstairs, Downstairs.
I also kinda got hooked on West Wing and Shameless.
I Write The Songs, by Bruce Johnston and performed by Barry Manilow
Between the lyrics and the performance, I can't decide which is more egotistical. The combination is, to put a spin on something from a Seinfeld episode, PUKE-WORTHY.
But as a general rule of thumb, anything by Antonio Carlos Jobim is likely to be right up there with the most irksome melodic drivel ever. - 'Course, both he and Herb Alpert make a whole bundle of cash by cranking out musical crap. Every dentist and elevator manufacturer in the world loves that shit.
I pretty much have my dream job.
The government says I am old enough to withdraw a monthly stipend from my savings account, which they euphemistically call "social security"; and I work part time on salary as a licensed professional engineer.
I get up at about ten most mornings (but I generally go to bed around two or three AM), call into work and see if they need me to come into the office that day. Some days they do, and some they do not. I average about ten to fifteen hours a week, all of which is billable to clients. My paycheck is automatically deposited every two weeks, just like clockwork. At Christmas, I get (usually) a month's pay as a bonus check.
I am currently playing regularly with three big bands and a concert band. I pick up the odd theater pit orchestra job (average about seven shows a year). Between all that, I am playing all the woodwind and reed instruments enough to keep my ability up (although I could use a few more chances to play oboe, bassoon, tin whistles, fife and recorder - I don't stay as proficient on those as I'd like to).
I also repair clocks, but I pick and choose which ones I want to work on. I don't have to mess around with cuckoos, or any of the junk made after WWII. Most of the ones I repair are made between about 1700 and 1850, which means each is strictly "time and materials" and I get the interesting fun of making any replacement parts.
No, but I came very close with Betty, after her husband died. One night, after having dinner together while we were skinny dipping in her pool we talked about it, and mutually decided it was not a good idea. We slept together a couple of times after that, but just because we both needed someone to hug us. It was more just comforting one another than anything sexual.
I know this is for the women to answer, but I have to weigh in here and say I'm with the ol vet. 'Ccourse, I'm prejudiced, 'cause I'm his age, too. I don't feel presentable until after I've scraped my face. On weekends, or if I don't have to go anywhere, I sometimes let it go for a couple of days, but then I get to feeling really grubby. Also, that three-day stage is when it gets to itching. I don't understand how guys can stand permanently keeping it that length.
It depends on the fantasie du jour, but there is one to whom I keep cumming back................. um...............returning Yeah. that's it; returning.
That person knows who 'tis.
First off, there aren't any "girls" on Lush - or if they are girls, they are not supposed to be here. This is an adult site, so all the females on here are women.
Second, I approach women on Lush the same as I approach anyone IRL. If they seem to be interesting people, with a dysfunctional brain kinda like mine, I may chit-chat with them via a pm. IF we find we are mutually interesting conversationalists, I will then add them as friends. Oh, and one major requirement: this is a writer's site. IF they have no writings posted either on this site or on the blue "sister" site, I do not bother to approach them at all.
Have you ever wondered who first uttered the phrase "You Gotta Be Shittin Me?" Well, it just so happens to have originated through the Father of Our country, way back when George Washington was crossing the Delaware river with his troops. There were 33 (remember this number) in Washington's boat. It was extremely dark and storming furiously and the water was tossing them about. Finally, Washington grabbed Corporal Peters (remember this name) and stationed him at the front of the boat with a lantern. He ordered him to keep swinging it, so they could see where they were heading. Corporal Peters, through driving rain and cold, continued swinging the lantern back and forth, back and forth. Then a big gust of wind and a wave hit and threw Corporal Peters and his lantern into the Delaware .
Washington and his troops searched for nearly an hour trying to find Corporal Peters, but to no avail. All of them felt terrible, for the Corporal had been one of their favorites. Sometime later, Washington and his troops landed on the other side, wet and totally exhausted. He rallied the troops and told them that they must go on. Another hour later, one of his men said, 'General, I see lights ahead.' They trudged toward the lights and came upon a huge house. What they didn't know was that this was a house of ill repute, hidden in the forest to serve all who came.
General Washington pounded on the door, his men crowding around him. The door swung open, and much to his surprise stood a beautiful woman.. A huge smile came across her face, to see so many men standing there. Washington was the first to speak, 'Madam, I am General George Washington and these are my men. We are tired, wet, exhausted, and desperately need warmth and comfort.'
Again, the Madam looked at all the men standing there, and with a broad smile on her face, said, 'Well, General, you have come to the right place. We can surely give you warmth and comfort. How many men do you have?' Washington replied, 'Well, Madam, there are 32 of us without Peters.
And the Madam said, 'You gotta be shittin me
Tullamore Dew 12 yr old. I decided it is officially cold out, which means put the gin away til next Spring, put down the rugs, and sip whiskey.
I never met a pizza I didn't want to snarffle up like a hound dog.
MUSICIAN AVAILABLE
Will cyber-play for cyber weddings.
50% of cyber-fee due at time of contract. Non-refundable without 30 days notice.
And, no, I NOT play The Chicken Dance, Proud Mary, or Jeremiah Ate a Fucking Bullfrog - I will play the version of Joy To The World that Isaac Watts wrote lyrics for in 1719 though, if you want that.
Edited to add the following:
And I won't play the jingoistic, chauvinistic "Proud To Ba An American" (real title, God Bless The U.S.A), either.
Seriously, though - My immediate reaction to this question is "Not only no, but Hell, no!". But would I form a lasting friendship? Sure - I have with some Lushies, and given the chance, I'd happily meet them IRL.
I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard at a video that I had to pause it, just to wipe away the tears.
That is brilliant! THANK YOU!!!
That's just degrading. The only time I'd ever say that to a woman is if we were role-playing, and I'd just finished telling her she's a sexy little slut. But under those circumstances, it probably still wouldn't be a turn-on for her, nor would I intend it to be.
When I was in college, I had a classmate who was a porn star. One day in the student union, we got to taking about it. She said getting off depended on a lot of things, like whether she was worrying about her kid, and whether she genuinely liked the guy she was working with, and how the scene was set, etc. She also said she is probably less inhibited about having people watch than most women, so that part didn't affect her one way or the other.
She writes a new book
Better than all the rest. Her
Winter is over
No scat. No spitting. No public humiliation (or REAL humiliation) - if it's discussed beforehand and there is a set time limit, as in role play, that's different. Never tried golden showers (either giving or receiving) but the thought does not turn me on. I suppose if my partner really wanted it (either giving or receiving) I'd go along for the ride, but it just does not do anything for me. No serious pain - mild pain can add to the dopamine effect, though. Nothing inherently dangerous - knife or edged tool play, asphyxiation - stuff like that - totally out of the question. And no BDSM without a clearly understood and agreed upon safe word - not even light bondage. Anything else? - Let's discuss it, and then decide.
