Roses are red
When you are wet
The best place to be
Is with me in my bed
My tongue and my fingers
At some point my cock
Will care for your wetness
And make your day rock
Yes, I have. Worked in a large department store when I was much younger and a colleague claimed no one could burp louder than him. I made a bet, I could burp so loud, that it could be heard on the other side of the (large) shop floor. I won the bet, but to my embarrassment, the general manager happened to walk by at that very moment. Luckily he had a good sense of humour and it was before opening hours, so I didn't lose my job.
Have you ever done something dangerous, because a friend said you wouldn't dare?
I am looking at my pile of laundry and wondering, why it grows twice as hard during the weekend.
Disagree. White Christmas by Bing Crosby still is my favourite, closely followed by Jingle Bells Rock
Christmas should be less about gifts and more about family, friends and those who are lonely.
I tend to fall for redheads
Yule or Christmas
Here we celebrate our lust
Diving in for a refreshing swim with Laura
Innocent
You fantasised about a sexy fellow patient, while you were in hospital (G)
Sharp witted, kind and armed with a great sense of humour
Oops, waited too long, that was for Trinket
@Ragnarök: a great friend to many
Isn't that what humans do? Label things?
Won't say no to punky and curious
The love of my life?
I thought so, until she went.
True love does not quit.
Roses are red
Fingers are good
But my tongue is better
And try it you should
First impression: A nice person with a feisty side
Guilty, and I took it to heart and learned from it
You regret one or more of the sexual encounters in your past
"Bend over sweetheart", he whispered
Roses are red
This place is so nice
So many nude ladies
This must be paradise
Physically, it does not make a difference how long you haven't had an orgasm. Our testicles constantly create new spermcells, but they're not stored forever in an ever expanding reservoir. After a while the sperms deteriorate and are broken down again, to be absorbed in the bloodstream, where some components may be reused and the rest is disposed of by our liver and kidneys. Stories of overflowing balls and scrotums that hurt because they are filled to the brink are fables, and their only purpose is to convince a (potential) partner to perform some sexual act, if only out of pity.
Mentally it's a different story of course. Just like anything that makes you feel good, you're likely to crave it more, the longer you have to miss it.