I've done a gangbang, and it was fun (she is h a w t! I will remember seeing her walking away from me in nothing but a pair of heels for the rest of my life), but orgies ... well ... I can't say I've participated in a proper orgy, but I've had threesomes and foursomes, and the idea of a room full of writhing people having wild sex just gets me all kinds of excited.
So, to make a long story short, I'm voting for orgy.
I would be reluctant to give a numerical score, but given that I had a weekend fling with a lass who almost never came from oral and I got her off (took about an hour; normally she needed a toy) and another fairly experienced one who said I had ruined masturbation for her, I have to claim at least an eight.
I've had several FMF experiences, but not that one.
Yet.
I don't have tanlines right now; it's still way too cold here in Minnesota for any kind of sun. And I have an office job, so I don't get out in the sun much anyway. Used to get them much more when I was younger and did more yardwork and hiking.
"Yesterday afternoon," he said, with a wicked grin. We tried something new, and liked it.
Sadly, it'll probably be weeks before we go again. I need a local lover.
I find them appealing, particularly since I find a large pubic mound attractive.
Last weekend with two women I'd never met before. It was completely unexpected, but one of them was really into the other, and I kind of got pulled along for the ride.
No, but it was in the 1980s, when what you were likely to catch could be cured with penicillin. Nowadays, I'm much more circumspect.
I've been to assorted clothing-optional Pagan festivals and yes, I do intend to return. The one we most often go to is in Maryland, which is now a much longer drive than it was when I lived in New England, but still worth the trip.
Wine; the fizz in beer hurts my mouth. And white or rose' over red. I don't like the tannin in my throat.
Am I a wimp? Yeah, apparently...
I have no issues with someone who wants to have sex on the first, second, 83rd date; that's up the participants.
However, if she'll go bare with you on the second date, I would just be wondering how many other guys she made the same decision with, and of those how many might be carrying something I don't want. I would only go bare with someone I knew and trusted. I'm just too paranoid.
Never mind. I'm an idiot. I was using the wrong password.
It doesn't seem to want to let me in using my usual Lush credentials. Do I have to sign up separately?
I like having everyone there. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts!
Several, to be honest, although I probably wouldn't call any of them "turkey."
You have watched people having sex who didn't know you were watching.
Erect, 6-6.5". As Nesrm says above, you gotta be honest; none of this "start measuring from the anus" nonsense.
Soft, I have never bothered to measure, because who cares?
I was born in eastern Massachusetts and lived there until I was five, whereupon my Dad was transferred to his employer's UK operation. We spent seven years there, then moved back to the US and settled in Western Massachusetts. We lived in a bucolic little town of about a thousand people, with one tiny general store and a part-time cop. Next door, however, was the college town of Amherst (UMASS, Hampshire College, and Amherst College), which I will always think of as my beloved home. It has the advantages of a big city, with a cosmopolitan atmosphere, music, art, culture, without the disadvantages like pollution, crowding, and crime (although it does have the disadvantage of being a pretty expensive place to live).
Growing up, I would hear other kids say "I can't wait to get out of here," and I always thought they must be deranged. To me, it is the perfect place to live.
Unfortunately, for what seemed good and sound reasons at the time, I have moved further and further away; New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, and now Minneapolis, MN. I will never leave Minneapolis; my wife loves it here, and my autistic daughter has never known another home. To wrench her away from here would be worse for her than the wrench I feel every time I think of home, which is regularly. So as long as I am respectively husband and father, Hier stehe ich, ich kann nicht anders. Gotter helfe mir.
Right now, I can't even afford to visit, but I do have plans to be buried back home.
Excuse me; I need to go cry now...
Essence of amber
Forests, especially after rain
Frankincense
An aroused pussy
