I have role played a few times online, which has helped me come up with, and flesh out, some story ideas. But generally, I prefer to just dream it up on my own.
Despite some eager retailers trying to incite premature Christmas shopping sprees as early as September, for us, 1 December heralds the beginning of the silly season and the earliest possible day I’ll allow my wife to ram our home solid with Christmas decorations.
After retrieving the ever-increasing stockpile of Christmas cheer from the garage, and thoroughly inspecting it for spiders, we get Michael Buble’s Christmas album cranking on the stereo and get to work. This usually involves my wife erecting the Christmas tree in our lounge room, while I sit on the couch with a cider making insightful, yet witty comments about her progress. At some point, I’ll go too far, and my relaxing Sunday afternoon will be shattered with an order I dare not disobey to attach hooks to a new collection of ornaments purchased at last year’s Boxing Day sales. Seriously, why aren’t they already attached?!
Without fail, usually during the stringing of the lights or the hanging of the baubles, the cat will climb up into the middle of the tree and refuse to budge, like a divorced guy denied access to his kids who snaps his biscuit and scales a bridge pylon in protest of the family court. With the Bube’s last song winding down and the dogs sprawled out on the carpet like road kill, I’ll reclaim my masculinity and affix the star to the top of the tree. Bursting with pride at a job well done, and perhaps a little tipsy from the cider, I declare our home ready for Christmas. I’m then astonished to discover that my wife is taking credit for my achievement and posting photos on Facebook.
Anyway, it got me wondering, what Christmas traditions does everyone else have?
When I was hitting my stride in my more flexible youth, I was able to just lick the tip, with much straining and discomfort. I only really did it the once, or maybe twice. Turns out that the sensation of having my cock in a mouth wasn't quite enough to overpower the sensation of having a cock in my mouth.
I've started about half a dozen novels over the years. Most of them are just the first chapter, or maybe even just a page or two, and one of them is about 90% drafted. I reworked the opening chapter of the latter into Warning Order, but the interest in it isn't really enough for me to drop everything and finish it. I might pick them up again and finish them all someday. But they've all been overtaken by dozens of fresh ideas swirling around in my brain.
For the time being, I'm happy to keep churning out the short stories one at a time. I'm actually finishing them, which in itself is an achievement. As far as I'm concerned, the more I write, the better I'll get at it. So while some of my earlier work has been set aside, if not abandoned all together, it's all been worthwhile practice.
With deference to OldGeezer, I'm thinking, 'Oh my God! I can't believe she's letting me do this. This is so hot!'
The rangehood sucking the steam off my wife's spaghetti bolognaise.
Definitely nothing manly, that's for sure. Man, that's stone cold. *lumbers out of the water and shakes the water off*
Excuse me. I mean, that would be splendid.
A feisty Kiwi? Of course.
There certainly is something about waking up super horny in the middle of the night, reaching over and just hooking in.
How about a nice cup of kiss my ass
And maybe some pudding
Good grief, where have you been? Hop on.
Bahahaha! No judgements.
Bugger it, why not?
Smile politely and wait for Kiera to show up.
I used to like porn with a good lead into the sex. But given the quality of acting, I soon settled on the hardcore offerings from Anabolic and Red Light District. A quick introduction/interview and then off to Poundtown. It was the scenes where the women seemed to be genuinely enjoying it that did the most for me.
But there's only so many cum shots, gangbangs and cream pies you can watch before it all starts to get a bit old. Hooray for Lush!
Weekend naps are so good.
Innocent. Well, never convicted.
Have you ever eaten the last biscuit from the tin and pretended you didn't?
As a writer, I want your honest opinion. While it feels nice and strokes my ego, artificially high scoring does me no good. Similarly, not leaving a score or comment gives me no hints on how I can get better.
I'm always looking to improve my writing. If you thought my story and/or the writing was average, then give me a 3. Hell, if you thought it was poor, then spank me with a 1. As others have said though, please let me know why. If you have integrity, and at least try to be thoughtful about your feedback, then I'll respect you for it.
But if you're going to vote bomb me because I mouthed off in a forum, or you don't like the category of story, that's a whole other issue.
I prefer 68ing - you give me head and I'll owe you one.
But yes, it's very hot. Duh.
Fuck it. Better the devil you know. Above. Pucker up, Big Boy.
Edit: Ahh, damn it! I turned my head for one minute and Bill's been stolen out from under me. Still above though.
Unless Kiera is forum stalking me, then most definitely below.
A woman's sordid sexual history isn't a good enough reason to miss out on what could be a genuine, loving relationship. Whatever happened in her past merely makes up the building blocks of who she is in the present. And if I like who she is, I only have who she was to thank for it.
Group sex or previous sex work doesn't phase me at all. Hell, I dabbled as a transsexual phone whore. Who am I to judge? I honestly don't think I have any limits as far as that goes, provided it's not a destructive part of her life now.
The things I might struggle with are an ongoing sexually transmitted infection, or funnily enough, if she'd been with someone I know. But if she's the one, then she's the one. You just find a way to deal with it, right?
An old episode of Frasier competing with the clothes drier.
