I regularly sleep between 5 and 6 hours. I used to stay up late, earlier this year, but my school schedule has me swapping around my hours, so I may go to bed early, and then get up early in the morning, anywhere from 4 am to 6 pm. Never usually sleep past then.
Dogging, from what little I know of it, is very limited here in the States. Outright illegal. In the UK, it's part of the culture, at one level. I would love to do it, to be a part of it.
I haven't been back to a fantastic join in Moline, IL for years, called Harris Pizza. They used ground sausage, which is really the best kind for me.
Pepperoni, Sausage, and Mushroom. But I can't stand Italian Sausage anymore.
For me, it's about passion. If you have it, body types go out the window. If you don't have it....it's not even worth climbing into bed with you. Passion can override technique, size, stamina...because with passion, you will go the extra mile. For each other.
I was just over 20, I think, when I bought a Penthouse and a Playboy, the first and only time I bought magazines of that type. I also would read my friend's magazines, especially Penthouse Forum. But I stumbled on erotic stories later on, after I got married. I went from reading to writing. Love 'em.
Right now...either in the bed or the shower. Mostly the shower. We are trying to sell our house, and we live in another town right now, so when I have gone home to work on something there, and stayed overnight, I have gone out nude, in the dark, and walked around in the cool of the night. Very nice. And I would masturbate out there, in the open. I'd rather have sex out there, but you work with what you have at the time. lol
One time, with a gal last year. Right by a river, very warm, no air-conditioning, and Minnesota mosquitoes looking for bare skin. Horrible experience! Sweaty, cramped.
My first job...Montgomery Ward in Moline, IL. I did this two times....maybe three. I worked in shipping and receiving. I went back to the racks in the corner, where they had larger things like water heaters, stripped off my clothes, and masturbated. Twice like that. I had no idea that there was a security guard opening just above me, in plain view. Fortunately, they must not have been up there, or I would have been both laughed at and fired.
Other than that...I have at other jobs, too.
I have a different take on scoring. When I first came on Lush, some years ago, I developed a large following, some from the site members, and many who came here just to read the stories without joining. My stories consistently scored very high. I was near the top, and my views count, before I left, was over 2 million (maybe 3 million). And then...guests weren't allowed to score stories, just members, and my scores began to drop. I would see the same members reading my stories, commenting, complimenting me...while all the while, my scores were dropping.
I've slept with a virgin! On my wedding night! And I do mean "slept". We started to make love, and when it came to intercourse, she said "no" when I was two inches inside her.
I was invited here. I had submitted a few stories, years ago, to a erotic story website, and got an email from a man who invited me to post my stories here. Was there ever a man who helped run Lush? Anyhoo...I wrote over eighty stories under the name ASubtlepassion before I felt the need to make a clean break from writing.
I had one affair, last year, for several months. She was young, she pursued me, and I have been in a sexless marriage for many years, so...I took the leap. Loved every minute of it, but I wish we could have met under better circumstances. Not the best scenario, but for me, sweet relief and release from years of neglect.
No one knows, although she confessed she told one of our coworkers. Never got a message from any of them on facebook, so...
I would love to live on the upper coast, either side of the country, secluded away from others so I could enjoy the views without the noise of traffic and trespassers.
I would travel the world and take photos.
I absolutely love to go down on a woman. The taste, the orgasms, the moans...you can't fake juicy. The feel of her spasming...priceless.
I reconnected recently with this woman who was my first sexual experience, and we both regret not taking it further than we did. It was completely my fault. She gave me a blow job, it was the most incredible experience, and yet I came from a very conservative religious background.
I wish we had gone to get condoms...and learned about making love.
I am over fifty, and I am wrapping up my schooling in a medical program in St. Cloud. Walking down the halls, every day, and being in class with women of all shapes and sizes puts cleavage right before my eyes.
My instructor has DD's, and she is beautiful. Almost twenty years younger than me. Love the cleavage, love the openness.
I agree. I enjoy the stories, reading the posts and answering questions in the Forum, and...and...I live in a sexless marriage. No explanations would suffice.
I've had sex out in the country, behind a small town hall, with cows in the field next to it. I've had sex in the back seat of the car before. No air conditioning, mosquitoes outside...not great at all. Ambience! Give me ambience!
My yard, any yard, where there are other houses nearby. A city park. A cemetery would be different...her bent over a crypt or tombstone.
Rarely, because of extenuating circumstances...and my wife. lol Otherwise, I would be nude a lot. Definitely when I slept.
Actual sex? It was over a year ago, in the only affair I have ever had. Before that...four years. It's been a long, hard road of a 27-year marriage. It may be the single best reason why I used to write erotic stories. Not something I recommend.
I just edited this. I spoke with a friend earlier today, and realized that "four years" had stretched to eight years.
As a father of two boys, I always enjoyed the changes in my wife's body. I always wanted to nurse from her breasts, but she was...extremely...hostile at this notion. Our second son was born with a cleft palate, and couldn't nurse. There were many times my wife stood in the shower, letting hot water pour over her breasts to get them to express her pent-up milk, since our boy wasn't nursing. How I could have helped ease her pain! I have known several women who were involved in ANR's, and they loved nursing their men.
Thank you, all those of you who swallow! I love drinking from you, so what's good for this gander should be good for the goose.
I only had sex outside once, late at night, when it was a perfect balance between cool and comfortable. We were nearing the end of our affair, and we knew it. I took her out into the country where there was a town hall on a desolate road. I was so afraid a statey would come by. We both got naked, she sucked my cock to warm me up, and then she laid down on her back, on her clothes. It was quick, too quick to be really enjoyable. We got dressed immediately and left.
But I can't wait to do it again. Sooo nice!
When I was young, I had a couple of friends who moved into their first apartment, and had porn channels on tv. This was before the Internet. lol I watched porn movies...and hated them all. So fake. Erotic stories can be just as bad, but for me, a good story beats any porno, any day.
I do like full, real breasts. Having said that, what matters to me is what lies above those breasts. If you don't have a mind for passion, a heart to become fully engaged sexually, what you have below won't matter. My wife has a lovely pair of breasts...and no passion, no creativity, and no desire for either one. And before the "counselors" come with their replies...don't.
When I used to write stories for Lush, a few years back, I would find the beginnings of my stories in scenarios, in the coupling of two words, from seeing a woman in a certain outfit, or any combination of these. Sometimes I would get full (my sexual appetite), and I would have to stop writing, or toss the story. Sometimes, with a series, I would know where I wanted to go, and write my way from one point to the next.
I had to be in the mood, and if I wasn't, or if I "came" and went...the urge to write went, too. I have to feel the sex in my writings, and immerse myself in what I feel the woman need.
Is this anywhere near what you asked?
Anonymity can be a wonderful, warm blanket under which we can be free to express ourselves without fear of discovery. I read a post from a verifier here who wants people to post a pic, and she doesn't have one posted. Don't preach if you aren't living the sermon.
I have tasted both, and both are great. Nothing like grazing in the meadow, and smooth is great, too.
I think it depends on the situation, and the person, but I like to please. With the right partner, pleasing leads to being pleased. In fact, pleasing leads to ambivalence towards necessity of the order of pleasing.