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hopp3r
3 days ago
Straight Male, 37
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In my adult life, the longest I’ve gone without sex was nine or ten months. I went through a rather bad breakup so for the first six of those months I wasn’t in any state of mind or mood to get with anyone else.

The longest I have gone without sex while constantly wanting sex would be three months. I was on a temporary work detail on another continent and never had any free time outside of that which was set aside for rest and sleep. All I have to say is thank god for the multitude of erotic literature available on Kindle!
No. I've never seen the need and, to be honest, the whole thing kind of creeps me out.
Two cats and a [cat-sized] dog.

Cons:
They're constantly hungry and want whatever I am eating.
Six years ago I never would have guessed that three animals could poop this much.

Pros:
They each independently decided that I am the only bed that they will ever need. Each morning is a welcomed struggle as I try to find the motivation to climb out from under the pile of cuteness.
While reading my own stuff? No, not usually. I’ve spent so much time looking at each and every line that it’s difficult to turn off the analytical side mind and immerse myself in the story. In a way, knowing that I wrote it makes all of the diaglouge sound wooden and plot feel contrived. Only when I’ve walked away for a very long time can I appreciate it as if it were someone else’s story but even then, I’m far from batting a thousand when it comes to being turned on by my own stuff, both stories published here and those not.

However, while writing? Yes. Hell yes. Often I become engrossed in the fantasy and spend in ordinate amounts of time in thought, brainstorming in vivid color all of the erotic things the characters are up to. It’s the reason why I work on exposition first and the ‘fun’ stuff after because otherwise I’d never get anything done.
I felt the need to post an update as I've since visited a strip club.

It was a little intimidating, a bit underwhelming, and overly crowded. A few of the girls came on strong to me as soon as I entered, trying to get me to buy a dance, but I wasn't interested in either of them. I watched a few of the shows on the main stage and a few private ones in VIP and enjoyed the performances. The moves were impressive, as I expected them to be, and some of the women were absolutely gorgeous.

I ended up posting up to the bar and chatting up the full-nude bartender, discussing our favorite whiskeys and best concerts. In that experience alone, I can absolutely see how a guy could become addicted to visiting strip clubs. Sure, the dancing was an eye-gasm but I've always been a sucker for conversation. A $20 tumbler of Jameson seems worth it when it's poured by a beautiful lady who encourages you to stare at her bare tits while debating if Daft Punk will have another tour before the end of the decade.
Often, I am apprehensive to comment on a user's photos unless I have confidence that it is actually them in the photo. I'd feel dumb to praise a sexy pic only to learn a few weeks later that I was being catfished (it's happened to me, multiple times). Once I believe that the photos are legitimate, I'll still hold off until I can think of something worthy to say beyond "very hot" along with a dozen other users. The picture doesn't even need to be one of the most flattering or seductive (e.g. bathroom mirror selfies vs studio lights and a tri-pod mounted camera) although the more alluring the image, the easier it is to leave thoughtful praise.

Now, if their photos are deliberately not of themselves and are merely there to show what things they like, then it defaults back to the second condition. I need to think of something as enjoyable to read as it is to look at said image, less it just become more background noise on the site.

The one exception, however, would be memes. If it's funny and topical enough, I'll leave a comment, any kind of comment, just to give it the attention it deserves.
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I couldn't finish the book "Barack Obama In His Own Words".

After reading more than half of it, und researching much of it,
I realized it was full of untruth, even blatant lies, that was not how things really happened, or turned out to be.
Lesser Example: Mr. Obama did what to deserve a Noble Peace Prize?
Such dishonor to those who did deserve und achieved this honored award I think.
...So I traded the paperback for something I found more worthy to read.

"The Last Jeffersonian: Ronald Reagan's Dreams of America"

That's actually a pretty common theme with political autobiographies. I was at a winery last month, having drinks, and wound up chatting with a college professor. His focus was English but one of his colleagues at another university is a professor of US History and is working on verifying the claims made in Grant's memoirs. So far he was confident that at least percent of it was exaggerated and in a few instances, even fabricated. Bending the truth is far from a new developement.
Tequila!

If for no other reason than the lick/suck ritual with the salt and lime.
When I'm clean shaven and well rested, I look younger than I am.
With a full beard or at least some solid stubble, I look my age.
Tired and out of shape: older.
Visually: the orgasm (both male and female). The body twitches, the muscles flex, and waves of tension roll through before relaxing. Of course, the 'release' is fun to watch too.

Auditory: the dirty talk. It's sexy to know what they are thinking and can sometimes turn a boring scene to one that's mind blowing, especially if it's just the right kind of raunchy.
Whichever is going to result in her having move fun.

If the choice is left completely up to me, it depends on the mood and angle. It’ll be whichever will wind up allowing for an easier position for both of us. I know it’s not the sexiest answer but I’m a bit pragmatic like that.
Oral. Both giving and receiving.

The most common instance is in a meeting, lecture, or something similar where I am bored, sitting at a desk or table and my mind starts to wander. It begins by imagining some tight lips on me, underneath said desk or table, while I try to keep my composer. The fantasy typically evolves into me returning the favor to my mystery fellater although the manner depends on my surroundings. From there, it can go just about any way my mind wants to take it.
Alison Brie
Not so much because she is beautiful (she’s jaw-droppingly attractive) but because I like to imagine that when someone goes down on her, she gasps and moans in the sexiest and most seductive ways possible. While it’s an excellent show on its own, her sex scene in the first episode of GLOW hooked me on the series.
An Orca
- apex predator
- good singers
- decently long lifespan
- get to travel all over the world
I’ll miss my pets. Sometimes I have worried that they will think I abandoned them or that my leaving was their fault, should I go before them.
I’ll miss what I define to be my family, from relatives to friends. Believing that there will be another tomorrow, it can be easy to open oneself up to leaving things unsaid or ending on a sour note.
I’ll miss looking forward to all of my favorite holidays on the calendar. Planning and decorating is half of the fun for me.
I’ll miss meeting new people. That initial nervousness and excitement, both of us trying to make a good impression, always gives me a rush, be it a new neighbor, colleague, or bartender.

I won’t find myself missing music, however. There are melodies and rhythms that are so ingrained with my bones and soul that I have zero doubt that I’ll be bringing them along with me, no matter the after.
Hahahahaha omg!
This is why if I can’t justify to myself leaving a ‘5’ I end up chickening out and not leaving a score at all. I don’t want to deal with any potential aftermath.
There’s going to be a rematch, of that I am sure. I’m looking forward to seeing how the rest of this story all plays out.
The Graduate
The ending tricks you and makes you think that it’s going to be a happy one. Then the camera holds, their smiles fade, and they slowly come to realize that there is no happiness at the end of this story. That final shot makes the film.

Anything by Hitchcock or Kubrick would fit this category as well, especially Psycho or Eyes Wide Shut.

Some, but not all, Coen brother films (No Country for Old Men, Fargo, True Grit).

Melancholia was beautiful and brilliant but as is typical for a film by Lars Von Trier, it’s way too cynical and depressing for me to take seriously.
There are all kinds of music that defy my sense of taste yet I can’t resist enjoying. I pretty much limit my indulgence to when I’m alone and my secret won’t be discovered. Among them:
- Swedish-techno-pop (Barbie Girl, Tarzan and Jane)
- Kdrama soundtracks (basically lots of Kpop)
- Boliwood soundtracks (but really just the Lagaan soundtrack over and over again)
- Viral/Memes (Bedroom Intruder)
- NuMetal
- Baby Metal
- Crust Punk

But the king of guilty pleasure music for me is Neil Cicierega. Few things put me in a good mood quite like “Annoyed Grunt” or “Bustin”.
Persistent executive dysfunction.
It’s a wonder that I get anything done.
Absolutely.
Our preferences drift and things that we once had zero interest in become intriguing if not alluring. I’m not saying that everyone takes an interest in BDSM at some point, just that we all become more open minded over time when it comes to giving different things a try.
Dancing, stripping, and masturbating.
Stop at various points and have him direct you. Don’t be afraid to tease and defy his instructions, agreeing only to proceed if he follows one of yours. He might lose interest or log off once he cums so don’t be dissapointed if he shoots and then the fun stops. If that does happen, take it as a compliment for doing such a good job that he couldn’t last long.

Make sure you are somewhere where audio won’t be an issue. Part of the fun is hearing the other person. If you need to be quiet, consider using a handheld microphone so that you can whisper and softly moan as appropriate. In the past, I’ve used a webcam on mute and then called her to get the full effect when neither of us had the luxery of complete privacy.
This is a difficult one to answer because it’s like asking if I’d rather visit Rome or Tokyo. Both have merits, both have upsides, and I would have an enjoyable time vacationing in either location.

Oddly, I was posed this exact set of options one night with an ex-girlfriend. She NEVER gave head but in the middle of fooling around after a party, she said that she wanted to try something new but wanted me to pick. Given the two choices she presented, I opted for first-time anal. It was okay for me but I’m pretty sure it did little for her. A part of me wishes that I had went for the blowjob but then again I might be here wishing I had chosen anal.

Given the choice right now, be it with anyone, I would choose to have them go down on me. The feeling is distinct and while I’ve received head before, I’ve yet to pass the point of orgasm from a mouth. It’s becoming a bit of a personal bucket-list item.
If you really want to experience the best that the world of maple syrup has to offer, try and get your hands on some from Croghan, NY. Comparing the offerings made there to the generic brands at grocery stores is like comparing freshly made marinara sauce to ketchup.
Balsamic vinaigrette or olive oil.
Unless it's a caesar salad in which case the choice would be caesar dressing, obviously.
Eagle Rare is my favorite bourbon. I tend to drink it straight but it's good with a little citrus peel and a splash of bitters.

I'm not the most-versed person when it comes to bourbons as my bread-and-butter is Irish whiskey on the rocks but it's important to have back-ups and alternatives.
I will always have either a bottle of good bourbon or Irish whiskey on hand unless I'm in the middle of polishing it off. Preferably I will have both.
In the cabinet up high there will always be a bottle of white rum and vodka for mixed drinks since they go with just about any soda, juice, or tea. There will also be a few other bottles of random flavored spirits (right now there is a bottle of pumpkin-spice rum and a fifth of peppermint-something to the back) but it's really anyone's guess as to what will be found.

For mixers, it's all about grenadine, blue curacao, and lime juice. If I'm feeling especially dapper I'll stock up with simple syrup and orange bitters.
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I have been playing abit on the violin this past year, und some harmonica too.
I not very good on violin yet, it ist not so easy to get the sound ya should und not being sharp or flat, especially bowing technique,
but I'm better for harmonica. Both ist much fun...smiles


I understand completely what you mean. The violin can be an intimidating instrument because it takes time to learn how to use the bow in a way that doesn't make loud, scratchy noises that always seem to be a tad too sharp. I would suggest trying to learn bluegrass and country songs before any of the more challenging classical pieces (in my seventh year, at my peak ability, I could barely manage my way through "Adagio for Strings" and only had the courage to attempt it once on stage) as those genres don't try to cover up the imperfections but instead embrace them as a part of the style and character of the music.

It's really all about practicing and finding the right speed and pressure to apply, almost like finding the right shape and exhale force to produce a whistle. Using the right amount of rosin on the bow is a pretty big factor as well and most beginners love to slather the stuff on. For now, I would recommend using as much as you need and focusing all of your preparation on getting your instrument in tune. Otherwise, you'll learn all of the wrong finger placements and so much of the violin depends on muscle memory.
I played piano for about two years when I was in elementary school before my music teacher moved away. Instead of finding a new one, I took up the violin and played for seven, all through middle school and high school. In college, my dormmate had a guitar so I started teaching myself that and have been on and off ever since (mostly off, unfortunately). I grew up in Bremerton so just like everyone else from there, I know how to play one bass line (if you’re familiar with MxPx, you know which one I’m talking about).

I would love to get back into music but it’s difficult to find the time. The rational thing would be to find somewhere to take lessons again, building off of what’s already there, but to be honest, I’ve been more interested in the prospect of vocal lessons lately. Ugh, there’s just never enough time.