I have enjoyed a lot. From 3 to 9 inches.
It's the guy driving it that counts not the size of it.
The worst ones are those who can't last more than a minute and size has nothing to do with that.
Been there - done that- long ago. Most of a football team after they won the competition.
At the time it was fun. I won't say I was proud of myself, but i knew what I was doing and did not regret it at the time.
I Won't be revisiting that scene again I can assure you.
Normally I/we will shower before any sexual activity mainly to freshen everything up for him/her.
If its just an opportunity not to be missed - It makes no difference.
Depending upon how hot and sweaty I become in the process of having sex, we will usually shower afterwards if I am dressing.
If I am not dressing then I remain naked, unwashed and available for the second course.
Generally I have been cleaned up/out by my partner anyhow.
Sixteen was the age of exploration. The dark was somewhere that existed only for kissing , and the game of touch and feel. It was interesting for many reasons.
Weird because nothing really serious happened.
Curious because we all wondered what IT would be like.
The dark was where we allowed him to touch or feel our tits, slip his hand down or up our pants to feel our hair or rub the bare skin of the recently denuded pubic area. The fingers found the opening but we never let him enter the cave of pleasure. We could dig his cock out and play with and feel it. Sex would never happen in the dark. Our private bits were just that, private and personal but we enjoyed letting them play the touch and feel game - in the dark.
We were always willing and often embarrassed.
Afterwards we were always ecstatic and comparing notes a great conversation piece.
Once our virginity had been shared the dark held no more secrets, it was all in the open now.
Today I enjoy the darkness ,but that is the great outdoors under the stars . It is now amazing to enjoy all the pleasure that the dark allows that we didn't back then, and enjoy the memories.
Maurice Ravels Classic. BOLERO.
I have tried a few tunes but that one does it all and we never fail. Its a classic in every sense.
First saw it in a film "10" with Bo Derek and Dudley Moore. We bought a copy on the way home and I couldn't wait to get home with him and try it for ourselves.
The tempo is perfect and the duration of nearly 16 minutes gives us time to really get into it with a resounding climax to music.
We have never tired of using it when the mood is right.
We found strap ons uncomfortable so I found a strapless double ender that does the same job.
Doesn't require straps, and gives perfect results. Sex shops have a variety, mine is Fuzo Tango. There are similar ones as well.
Best of all it fits internally in both of us, doesn't require hands or to be readjusted during play time.
If it fits its possibly been in there.
Generally the mood at the time dictates the pleasure seeking mode. My clit is my magic button so it features in almost every thing I do there.
If time is not a concern then probably toys come out to play.
For a quick get me off experience then fingers are faster.
The ultimate masturbation experience for extreme pleasure is my Sybian. It covers both bases.
Indoors apart from the bedroom --- a tough decision. Based on experience probably the kitchen for that opportunistic occasion, or the lounge room on the floor for missionary and the lounge for other positions.
The great outdoors is my absolute favourite. Naked and fresh air with somebody you enjoy make magical moments.
I had a one night stand a few years ago. It was the last night at a conference we were attending. The next morning I found $200 tucked into my shoe after he had departed. I had not sought, asked for, or considered I would be paid for what I enjoyed. I was as keen to go to bed with him as he was with me. I admit to feeling a little depressed because I considered I had been used, and I had been more than willing to enjoy the evening that way. Believe it or not I donated it to my favourite charity.
Yes at one stage early in my career, I did consider rather than fantasised about becoming a call girl, but not a prostitute - in my industry there is a difference. The opportunity existed , I considered it, but I declined without undertaking any work experience.
Now I could not, or would not, sell my body for sex.
The best is yet to come.
If ever I give up trying to improve some of the most amazing sex I have had, I will die from boredom.
Probably the first oral orgasm I ever achieved. when performed by another woman. It was something I never realised could be so good. Then again the first multiple I had almost had me in cardiac arrest it was so intense. Now my Sybian can achieve the same pleasure time and time again without the heart attack.
Seriously to date I could not possibly say who or when. I have some amazing moments that I have enjoyed and endured so far in my life. I want to keep going and seeing if I can improve. For the moment I have some amazing experiences with my FWB guys and gals and I am happy to continue.
From Casablanca - Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. 1942.
Ilsa - Ingrid Bergman
Sam - Dooley Wilson.
Ric - Humphrey Bogart
Dialogue.
Ilsa: Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.
Sam: [lying] I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa.
Ilsa: Play it, Sam. Play "As Time Goes By."
Sam: [lying] Oh, I can't remember it, Miss Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it.
Ilsa: I'll hum it for you. Da-dy-da-dy-da-dum, da-dy-da-dee-da-dum...
[Sam begins playing]
Ilsa: Sing it, Sam.
Sam: [singing] You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh / The fundamental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two lovers woo, / They still say, "I love you" / On that you can rely / No matter what the future brings-...
Rick: [rushing up] Sam, I thought I told you never to play-...
[Sees Ilsa. Sam closes the piano and rolls it away]
The film has consistently ranked near the top of lists of the greatest films of all time.
Needless to say I am a Humphrey Bogart fan.
I was supposed to be 18 and had money so nobody asked for ID?
A bitch is a dog. I am not a dog and don't like being called a bitch.
I was addressed as that bitch in a meeting and replied "bow wow" and then gave him both barrels. He apologised and withdrew the comment.
I was interested to see that very few people made eye contact with me after that during that meeting.
i notice many people vote but don't comment on most stories.
Do you prefer to vote or comment or both on a story.
As an author, I like both and do enjoy reading the comments.
Not really - just quietly telling me how much he is enjoying us doing what we are together. Its no different with my girlfriends, while we are enjoying the labour of love together.
I don't mind a relatively vocal orgasm and ejaculation. Screaming his head off - not for me.
I like to know he is enjoying himself because I certainly let him know when I cum, but not too loudly.
Working in the hospitality industry we do occasionally get a call asking the couple next door to tone it down a bit. So there are obviously some who enjoy letting the neighbours know.
Premmy is anything less than a minute for me. I have had one guy who couldn't last 30 seconds, I felt really sorry for him. and me too.
There are times when a quickie is appropriate but 30 minutes - that's far to long -again, for me. I would be bored and sore by then, unless he had an automatic lubricant injector.(No, not semen)
Half an hour of bedtime fun, foreplay and the penetration is acceptable - in total. Then start all over again.
Bedtime Olympics can be great fun. A triathlon is interesting. The 100 second dash is also very exhausting. The 1500 out of the question.
I enjoy being with pregnant women and enjoying the difference that happens particularly in the last months.
It rare but enjoyable when I can.
A good survey, I liked the questions.
My scars are not visible. They are in my mind. I have a past I am not proud of but I won't hide them. I can live with them but wished they hadn't happened. Nothing illegal.
Never ever forget to check.
I had a girl friend who found a lump and we lost a lot of sleep for many days. It disappeared but not before a doctor saw it. They blamed an infected milk duct. However the Ultrasound found another very small cancer the size of a grain of rice in another area. It was not visible on a mammogram. It was removed but had she not had it checked then it could and probably would have gone undetected until it was areal problem and probably lost her breast.
She was lucky and I still have a very intact friend.
There is a time and a place for both.
In business meetings I adopt the latter. I don't always make a lot of friends but I do get a chance to put down people who treat me as a female bimbo. They soon learn this girl has balls (at times) and a brain. They will never see any other of my female attribute I can assure you.
I don't own any, I prefer au natural and nobody would see me anyhow apart from my nature loving friends who also don't wear any.
I do however enjoy looking at those who do like in the foregoing.
I did it once - and got very drunk. I was waiting for a friend who had been delayed by a mechanical fault and was 2 hours late. I had been early and in 3 hours I wrote myself off. We were travelling and had to stay the night as I could not drive any further. I didn't make any mooooing phone calls though. Very funny, I loved it.
Now I may have one glass of wine - and no more- knowing I will have company within the hour. I learned my lesson.
A pussy - I stroke it and feed it raw meat and tasty man milk often.
As for four legged ones - none - they are not allowed in our apartments.
You can keep it a secret as far as I am concerned. Does not turn me on at all.