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

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Short back and sides. I like a haircut you can set your watch to.

When my wife won't let me get a full bore buzz cut, I get a Number 2 around the back and sides, and as short as they can get it on the top with scissors. Every six to eight weeks, or until the fro gives me the shits, and nowhere you need an appointment. And definitely no product...unless my wife makes me.
It doesn't really bother me. I mean, I've had the odd sick feeling of jealousy in the wake of the DP revelation, but otherwise I'm fine with it. My wife's actually told me a few stories about one of her ex-boyfriends (outside the bedroom), and I've got to say, I'm really starting to like the guy. But for the most part, she doesn't like talking about it.

Bottom line, a person's past is the journey they take to get where they are now. Without those experiences, your paths may never have crossed. The key is to be secure in your relationship in the present.
I mostly come on here to entertain myself with the stories and forums. However, I do interact regularly with a few people who I would call friends.

Lush is what you make it. It's a community if you want it to be, or there's plenty of stuff to get you off if you don't.
I think all you blokes make a good point. While the sexy avatar and the bullshit profile definitely brings them in, it's the talent and skill that keeps them coming back for more.

Let me tell you this though, the donkey doesn't work for shit.
I rowed, obviously not quickly enough. Travelling.

What's your best experience?
I got into it quite heavily a few years back when I was weaning myself off the hookers. I never really got into the whole role-play thing: "Ooh, ahh, I'm taking my bra off and you're sucking my nipples..." I liked to hear dirty stories instead. Thank God for Lush, it's saving me a fortune.

Decent operators with nice voices, the ability to at least act interested, and who could keep coming up with new stories were few and far between. I learned pretty quickly to just hang up and wait for the next shift change. But when that perfect storm of loneliness and depravity collided with a good operator, holy hammers! I'm glad my property manager didn't do her inspections with a black light.

I actually got quite friendly with a few operators, and ended up starting up my own company with one of them. It was a wild ride, with a couple of strippers on staff. I even jumped on the other side of the calls on our transsexual line as Chantelle. My first call came through when I was at an open home full of people, and I was desperately running through the house trying to find some privacy. Despite the disastrous start, I soon had guys staying on the line for over an hour, at $5.95 per minute.

Unfortunately it all came crashing down with the emergence of webcams, impossibly tight telecommunications regulations and a service provider who fucked us over. Hell of a ride though.
Generally speaking, I don't like tattoos.

However, I don't mind a tramp stamp, or maybe the odd butterfly or rose on the hip. Done well, they can be so unbelievably sexy. Oh my...

But it's a fine line between super sexy and biker's mole. Then again, all cats are grey in the dark.
Trying to entertain an airport security guard with a sock puppet.
I think through the whole story first, which usually gives me a natural starting point. Then I carefully go through it again, ruthlessly cutting anything that doesn't set the scene, progress the plot, or develop the characters.

Once I'm settled on that opening scene, then the agonising begins. With reference to Morgan Hawke's Opening Hook thread, I try and write something to grab the reader. Most of the time, I'll try and engage a few of the senses - sight, smell, sound, touch and taste. It forces your brain to remember those sensations and makes the story more vivid.

Then I'll try and drop in a tease of some sort to get people to keep reading. Why is his nose bleeding? Why is he sad sacking with a bottle of Bailey's? What's he going to do when he gets hold of her panties? Okay, that last ones a no-brainer, but you get what I'm saying.

Then it's just a painstaking process of shuffling around the words until it sounds smooth, and the rest flows on from there.
I always read the profile of people I'm requesting, or those who have requested of me. On the very rare occasion it's prompted me to hold my fire or click the reject button, but for the most part I've been happy to proceed.
I've done five hours, maybe six. I'm either really good at it, or really bad at it. Either way, I'm chafed like all get out. Pawpaw ointment works a treat though.

In my defence, I don't set out to take that long, but sometimes I get a little carried away reading erotica. Oh, to hell with it, just one more story...
For those who stand up for what is right
For those who lay down their lives.

For those who will never come home
And for those who will forever wait for them.

Lest we forget.
I don't know what you people are talking about, but this is really me.
Holy hammers! Thank you for the extremely valuable lesson, and the massive piece of humble pie I'm now going to munch through. Clearly I need to spend more of my procrastinating time in this section of the forums, rather than commenting on whether I would or would not fuck the avatar above.

I've accidentally stumbled ass backwards into a static trait from my female character in my latest story, but I'm stumped on the bloke. I'm going to have to get it back up on blocks before I submit.
I try to write something each day, but I often find myself procrastinating, like now for instance.
I've done the odd deliberate brush up in my youth and stupidity. But I don't do it anymore. I don't think it's very respectful.

However, if the contact is accidental, I do savour the touch.
I'm supportive in principle, but we're quick to get into week old pyjamas and trackies/boxers when we get home. We will do the odd nudie run, but it's not an all the time thing.

I think Seinfeld said it best, there's good naked and bad naked. The line between them is the skid mark on the couch.
It's hips for me. There's something about those curves that just fry my noodle.
In real life I respond most to kind, thoughtful women who are self-assured, cheeky, and have a good sense of humour.

In erotica...? The filthiest, fire-breathing cum sluts you can possibly think up from the darkest, most depraved recesses of your mind.
I first remember wanting to be a novelist, then a police officer, a pilot, an architect, an organic blueberry farmer, and now a novelist again.
Yeah, I think I'm with you, Doll. I would have given Carol one last chance if it was me. It's not like she was the first to act without consulting the group, even though what she did was so extreme. Turfing her out like that...just doesn't sit right with me.

While the others seem okay with it so far, I don't know how Daryl's going to take the news. I can't help but think he's going to take off after Carol. I can't see him going with the flow.

I thought Glen was done like a dinner there for a bit. They really rode the tension well on that one. The edging aside, I'm glad they got to him in time. Hopefully he'll put a smile back on his face with his new found lease on life.

And that Governor, hey? I think we've found who's been baiting the walkers by the fence. What a fucking psycho! I know we need an evil villain, but seriously, time to let it go, man.

There's just too much going on. I'm over-stimulated!
Ahh...if he's your friend, then tell him how you feel. Be honest.

If he actually knows what's going on, he then has the opportunity to be honest with how he feels and what he wants, and he can stop playing games. He's your best friend, he obviously likes you. He wants benefits, he clearly finds you attractive. His suggestion might just be a dumbass way for him to protect himself if you reject him - "Oh, that's cool, it was just an idea. No harm, no foul." Or he might just want to put away his best mate and not have to deal with any relationship nonsense.

If your friendship doesn't survive your honesty, then I'm afraid to say, he wasn't really your friend to begin with.

Good luck
I'm with Poppet on the upper case "G" for the same reasons: it's a name, and it's respectful.
If he was going cheap. It never hurts to have a couple of Alabama folk handy.