Meditation gives me the shits. I just like to zone out and daydream, usually when I'm travelling somewhere, but increasingly at work.
Pure Blonde, by the pint after a shit day at work.
I'm married, so no. No benefits for me. Poor little donkey.
Hypothetically though, if I ever was going to get a bit of fluff on the side, and I stress, "if", I think a married friend with benefits would be the best way to do it. Similar circumstances, similar obligations, similar risks , and all that.
Nice to dream...
I really feel for you, Mate. That's a shit situation to be in.
I'd suggest you think about talking to your wife, but I see from your other posts that she's not interested in engaging in that sort of discussion. If she's unwilling to talk to you, couples counselling might be an option.
At the very least, I'd recommend maybe seeking out some counselling for yourself, even if she won't go with you. You've got to figure out what you want, and more importantly, how you're going to achieve that. Whether it's coming up with strategies to cope with the current situation, improving the relationship with your wife so your getting your needs met, or finding the strength to move on.
You deserve to be happy. You really do.
But to be brutally honest, the only way things are going to get better for you is when the fear of things staying the same outweighs the fear of making a change. It's up to you.
In the meantime, you've got a squeezey Daddysweetheart hug to keep you going, and they're worth lining up for. To say nothing of the others. Hell, I'll even throw in an awkward, manly hug of my own.
All the best, Mate. I really wish you well.
Um...yes. *scratches head and looks confused*
What am I thinking? That looks so hot! Oh my God, I'm actually getting my cock sucked! And so on.
Hi Mike, welcome to Lush! And congratulations on finishing your first story!
If you haven't already, have a look at the Writers Resources, particularly what to do before submitting a story. If you're confident with the quality of what you've written, then submit it. Get it out there! Just make sure your story meets the posting guidelines.
If you feel you need some help, then maybe think about asking a more experienced author to help you with editing first.
We're a pretty friendly bunch, so don't worry too much.
Yeah, I paid for plenty of it. This will blow your noodle though, back in my day it was mainly video cassettes. God, how old am I?
When online porn took off, I never really trusted the internet for paid subscriptions, and I could never find the free stuff, so the mail order nudie shops were my bread and butter.
Now I'm almost exclusively erotica for the ...assist. I've sprung for the Gold Membership here, so I guess that's yes again. Although I do stray to some free sites from time to time.
Happy Birthday, Mate! I hope you have a cracker!
*clears throat* Hmmm...it's come up...from time to time... *casually rubs forefinger across eyebrow and tries not to blush*
Yeah, I wouldn't mind, I suppose. I'd have to make sure I was all clean and tidy down there though.
I wouldn't be offended, but I might be unwilling.
Hey, is it too late to get in on this?! Sorry I missed you yesterday, I was out of town. I hope you had a great day!
Big hugs
I try to vote and leave a comment on every story I read, because that's what I want as a writer. Send it out there and all that...
If the author zaps me a thank you, I'll often send a friend request in return. I appreciate the politeness of acknowledging my feedback. But at the same time, I have no expectation of, or ill will towards those who don't respond.
As a writer myself, I'll try and thank everyone who votes and/or leaves a comment, and even adds one of my stories to their favourites list or follows me. If they're already a friend, I'll post on their wall. If not, I tend to do it through a friend request, after checking out their profile first. If they don't have any other friends or otherwise make it clear they don't want to be bothered, I just let it go.
I had a quattro formaggi pizza in Rome a couple of years ago that changed my life. I'd honestly go back to Italy just for that.
It took a bit of time to get there, but yes. It was the classic progression of burping, then with all due deference to Sprite, farting, and then I wish finally peeing. There's something to be said for the intimacy of being open enough to share something so personal. On the other hand, once you cross that line, you can't cross back. You can't unsee things...
Now, when I know my wife's on the toilet, I'll throw open the door, point at her and announce as loudly as possible, "You're peeing!" She goes bright red and tries to hide behind the door. Seriously, how am I not single?
Eyes closed for me. Although, from time to time, I do like to do the crazy bug eyes for a laugh.
Seriously, I'm lucky I'm still married...
*sits down and pets lap expectantly*
I love it. I'm getting hard right now just thinking about it.
I like how warm and wet it feels, dare I say, like warm apple pie. And no, I haven't... And the tight muscles squeezing back against my fingers, with the sensation of the soft skin of her thighs against my hand...
As for technique, a full length in and out with one or two fingers certainly has its place, but the 'come here' motion against her g spot while I'm working her clit with my tongue is definitely a crowd pleaser.
Sorry...what was the question?
I recently saw one down at the $2 shop that said, "Sponsored by Centrelink". Brilliant on the back of a shitbox.
There was another with the silhouette of a stripper dancing on a pole that read, "Proudly supporting single mothers". I nearly fell over laughing.
Then there's the zombie versions of those stick family stickers. And better yet, the "making my stick family" version, with the dad ploughing into the mum from behind. Always makes me laugh when I see it.
Takes her for a ride to the nearest hot tub and hooks up a snow machine.
Cherish the sexy, little things.
I'm hoping for leftover BBQ chicken shredded through some pasta, probably with pesto. But I'll eat what I'm given, and I'll like it.
In the meantime, I might try and pinch another of my wife's scones, with strawberry jam and cream. Wish me luck...
I managed to bang out about 250 words of that motherfuckin' werewolf story about a week ago, and I've since lied to my publisher that I'll break its back this weekend. So I suppose my immediate writing goal is to actually do that...
I do desperately want to finish because another publisher in the UK is calling for short erotica submissions featuring uniforms by mid July, and I want to get a few stories in for that.
And I want to rework another two of my stories for publication here. But they'll only take a couple of days each, so I'll probably do that while I'm procrastinating on the werewolf thing. Man, I've got a problem...
Oh yeah, I'll slip her one.
My father bought himself an Omega Seamaster back in the '60s, which is a treasured family heirloom. The steel band's not really my style though.
I like a good quality dive watch, but a bit more dressy than chunky/sporty. Steel case, black face and definitely a black leather band, although the leather doesn't stand up long to the punishment I put them through, often sending me off for a replacement. I'm not a teenager anymore, so the plastic/rubber is a no go.
Form versus function I suppose.
I'm going to put another vote in for mint chock chip.
You definitely need those little chunks that stick tighter to her skin when melted by her body heat. Because then you have to lick all the more to get them off. Love those stubborn little nooks and crannies.
As for the mint, a stronger flavour makes an exploratory journey to the rim all the sweeter. Hey, are we doin' this, or what?!