I took their advice, and was rewarded with two weeks of tumbleweeds and the echos of strange, vast empty nothingness that is the internet. Bah!So dig this, shoot me a few lines, all I really am interested in is the machinations of shut-ins and tinfoil hat wearing elite. Ill answer back, and we will continue back and forth trying to impress each other with witty comebacks and turn of phrase and maybe, just maybe, someone will actually enjoy the wackiness that is correspondence. Or not, but then what else is there?
these folks recommending tantra are right on the money with their info. There is one person in the world were time was irrelavent and literally hours would go by. I must quantify this by saying banging would not describe it at all, more like constant, comfortable connection punctuated by ebbs and flows in energy levels and attraction level, but we never left each others contact. it just so happened we fit perfectly, and her sex drive is comparable to mine and there were no sandpaper issues. pornstar fucking, no, fucking each other comfortably, loving the other so much we couldnt bear to be apart once connected you bet. most amazing experience ive had with another person.
yes it is very damaging, and not only to the relationship, but the person cut off. often the denier associates not only all forms of sex (oral, vaginal etc) with the ban on meeting in the middle, but affectionate contact as well. things like kissing, cuddling, affectionate touches disappear as well because they can be construed as foreplay. no contact at all can do all kinds of slow,cracking damage to a person. we are creatures of contact and mutual affection; deny that and a person can slowly lose self esteem and isolation can set in.
to date, the most passionate relationship ive ever had is with a redhead (technically auburn). started over twenty years ago as youngsters, and keep crossing paths. the things we do together are superhuman.....(leans back, smiles)
Let's say that you met a woman and were quickly considering that she might be "the one" that you'd like to marry, settle down with, bring home to mom, and/or have children with.Are there things in a woman's sexual history that would be a deal-breaker for you... or if not, would there be things that you'd rather not know or have her tell you?In the realm of fantasy, porn, and imagination, a highly sexed, wildly-adventurous woman is a turn-on. But what if you found out she'd been involved in more extreme sex experiences than you were used to - for example - gangbangs, bukkakes, double-penetration group sex, still enjoyed having sex with women, was involved in porn or online sex sites for pay as a performer, model or webcam girl, was a stripper at one point, worked in prostitution/escorting or was into maybe into certain fetishes that you weren't interested in.If you found out early on in the relationship, would any of these factors dissuade you from considering her as a life-partner?Be honest! Absolutely not, and I would want to know whatever she wanted to share. When are we as a culture going to throw out the double standard? I swear to bob, we all have histories, we all have things to work through and its the dark as well as the light that make us who we are. Even my avatar name comes from a rather juicy story, from when I was young. My point is that we all, everyone of us have some sort of kink, odd desire, fetish or raging libido. If the woman I loved wanted more variety in her life than just me, then so be it. Its me she loves, me she fell in love with and my unconditional love that brings her home to me. When we fuck, we fuck from a much deeper place then connecting in the middle, and only share that with each other. If she needs women as well, or multiple partners to satisfy that lovely slut way down deep; well then we are talking about sex and physical gratification. Nothing more. As long as there is open and honest dialogue between us about it, my brand of love just wants her to be as happy and content and successful as SHE wants or needs to be. That is where I gain my happiness in the relationship. That is what love is.Love and sex, while linked to intimacy are very separate notions. Love is waking up at three am and kissing her shoulder because she is curled up with you and you can. Love is holding her when shit gets too thick for her, and understanding why she feels the way she does. Love is waiting, no matter how long it takes for her to come to you, at her own pace. Love is being able to let her go, if that is what she needs to be happy; it may hurt like hell, but hindering that just makes her miserable and why torture her and yourself and ruin any future friendship there might be?Intimacy is earned and given through our conversations, our quiet time spent with each other, and in the way we hold each other's vulnerability; protecting the softest part of our partner with such ferocity that no human would dare fuck with you. Intimacy is knowing when to smack her ass as she walks past you, or that look that says, "Take me home, I need your heart tonight". It is the ability to say to a woman,"God babe, its ok, because I love you. All of you, the good, the bad, the sexy and the history. It is what has made you into the beautiful soul I would lay my life down for."At least, that is the way I see it.
On the twenty third of this month, it will have been three years. I sobered up, lost the bad boy attitude, and the switch was flipped. That is any kind of affectionate touch. We went from weekly to zero as soon as I came out of detox.im working on an exit strategy.
Just curious, is the difference between an African and European Cock anything like the difference between an African and European Swallow? And is not knowing which is which carry the same consequences? http://www.youtube.com/embed/y2R3FvS4xr4 oh hell, you beat me to it.
I let the amazement wash over me with an unadulterated wave as I stand there silently. Looking down at you, I quietly take in yet another moment that seems to expand infinitely outward as it stops time once again. The early afternoon sun is coming through the sheers and has not quite made it all the way across the bed to where you are sleeping. Dust particles tattle as the late summer...
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I wanted you to have the option, and hoped you wouldn't take it, I want you to be happy, and excited and free to love, I want you to love me, and to do so of your own choosing. I want you to be dangerous, and risky and sometimes mysterious. How is it that you can never be if you haven’t even asked what I want from you? Ive been quiet, Ive done whats expected, Ive lived...
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That next first kiss She must know, He told himself, knowing that all is unveiled in dreams unrecovered. How can this be, he wondered, as once again chills enveloped his soul. No, I can't, He told himself, knowing that words always shatter dreams unrecovered. So does she, she replied, I've known you forever. I can? He asked, frightened of that moment un-recovered. Oh my, she...
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1000 rooms rain is finally falling, I can hear it hit the ground above me. thunder and lightning roll across the sky fucking each other relentlessly. their sweat falls from the sky cooling air and earth, quenching thirst, washing air. the early morning thrum on the roof launches 1000 beds charged with electricity thick in the sky, thick in her cries she urges thunder to crash...
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