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Wilful
Over 90 days ago
Straight Cis Male, 49
0 miles · Sydney

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The salty, crunchy goodness of chips, either potato or corn. Sometimes pretzels, but usually only around Christmas.
Definitely briefs when I'm out and about. Also known as bog catchers in my neck of the woods. In the immortal words of Kramer from Seinfeld, "My boys need a house." And a trusty pack of seven is the only way to go. None of this fancy shit with some other bloke's name all over them.

But slobbing around the house, it's boxers, or brain hangers, all the way.
The only exception to that though, is if he's too rough with it, he could do some damage which may affect sexual function. Very unlikely, but it can happen.

Give him a bottle of lube and tell him to go easy. He'll be fine.
I've received a bit of umming and ahhing in the context of getting a condom on or having anal, but each time I was eventually cleared for landing.
After the carpal tunnel kicked off, I'd be straight down to the docks to wait for the fleet to come in.
I definitely prefer panties.

Although it's a very American term for them, and we don't say it a lot down here. It's never okay for a guy to say it, it just sounds creepy. While I love it when women say it, the Australian accent doesn't do it the same justice of their sisters in the States.

Then again, maybe I've put too much thought into it...
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Actually, it varies a lot as to how disturbing. Mostly, I am not that bothered either in books or here on Lush. To me, a good story is a good story and I can overlook most things.


I tend to agree.
Absolutely nothing. We ate way too much for lunch, but oh my, it was so worth it.

Merry Christmas everyone!
My wife just gave me The Walking Dead Monopoly for Christmas this morning. I'm so excited, I feel like breakdancing! No prizes for guessing what we're going to be doing after lunch. I only hope she lets me be the bucket of body parts. I don't want to be Rick's hat.

This should hopefully hold me over until February.

Merry Christmas, everyone!
If I think the section I need to take out is particularly good, or might come in handy again, I'll hold onto it for a bit, either pushing it down the page or pasting it into another document. But once I move past the point where I don't need it anymore, I just bin it.

Funnily enough though, the half dozen or so times I've done this so far, I've only salvaged maybe a sentence or two. But still...you never know.
Provided I was single, the "friendly and chatty" was indicative of some sort of connection, and I was attracted to her, absolutely. I'd prefer it led to, or had the potential to lead to something more meaningful, but I wouldn't knock back a stray fuck. You never get those back again.
A toasted BLT with avocado, chips and salad, and a chocolate thickshake.
The smile in her voice.

When she steps into my personal space.

The smell of her perfume.

When she brushes against me.
I definitely think bigger picture with my writing, but it's only been my last two stories that are actually the first chapters of much longer pieces. The rest, while able to be extended, are really just short stand alones for the sake of practice.

Although, I've had little to no interest in Warning Order, so that'll probably stay in my head. But there's been a fair bit of feedback on Respite to flesh that out more, so Chapter 2 is in the queue, with the dozens of other ideas swimming around in my brain.

My aspirations are to one day be a novelist, so I'm always going to steer myself in that direction. I just wish I could churn out the chapters faster.
Thank you Nicola and the rest of the Lush team for everything you do to give us all somewhere where we can be ourselves, be who we want to be, and be happy.

Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic time filled with good things and great people.

Have a happy and safe New Year, and I look forward to seeing you all bright eyed and bushy tailed in 2014.
1) Would you be sexually attracted to a girl with a large scar down her chest? (From surgery)

Attraction is dependent on so much more than a scar. I wouldn't let a scar like that prevent me from being with someone. Although, depending on how severe it was, I may not want to touch it. Either way, I'm an ass man, so whatever.

2)Attracted to a girl who has orgasms every 2 fucking seconds?

I don't see that as a problem, unless those orgasms render you so sensitive that I'm unable to touch you. As long as you can power through until I'm done, hip hip hooray! Otherwise, we're into sexual disfunction territory. Then it becomes an issue of how much we're both prepared to put into overcoming it before it's either resolved or we give up.

3) Attracted to a Nymphet?

I had to look this up, and then I had to pump the breaks. The age of consent down here is 16, and that's a hard and fast rule. I'm at a stage in life where women in their 30s and 40s are the most attractive to me. Having said that, I find the 19 year old daughter of a friend of mine incredibly attractive, and possibly even worth a crack if I was single. But generally speaking, no. I'm a little too old for that sort of thing.

4) Would you stay with a girl if she doesn't want to have sex until married?

If she's the right girl, absolutely. While I don't share those values and consider them to be a bit arbitrary, I would definitely respect them. I'd prefer not to, but I would.

5) Pubic hair or no?

I prefer a bit of a muff, but seriously, it really doesn't matter at all.

6)Uneven boobs? (One bigger one smaller)

Like the scar thing above, it doesn't really matter if there's a real connection. And I'd pretty much always want to touch them regardless of the size. Again, I'm an ass man.

Seriously, none of this stuff really matters. If a woman faced all these issues and was secure in herself, there would be no shortage of guys willing to be with her. If any of this stuff is a dealbreaker for someone, then they're not worthy. It's really that simple. It's your heart and your mind that makes you who you are, not how even your bra is.
I've been threatened with nothing short of death when I indicated an intention, and spent the rest of the time clenching, and praying.

Although it was barely a few weeks later when my beloved let not one, but two slip free. Hilarious! Oh how the mighty have fallen. Despite nearly losing myself in the laughter, I was able to press on.

Big deal? Meh. Lighten up, it happens.
That's about fourteen and a half minutes more than I need.
A handful of chocolate roses. Don't judge me! It's Christmas...soon.
Cringe, unless nobody's looking, then I might rub it for a bit.

Your partner's dirty underwear?
Go get some beer and nachos, and shoot the shit for a while.