Friday, June 23, 2017

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Shame - The Movie

The subject for this week's TMI Tuesday was shame, which was interesting because coincidentally my wife and I watched the 2011 movie Shame last Saturday night. It stars Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan, both of whom are British actors, but the film is set in New York.

This is the opening sequence of Shame.
Compare this with the closing scene (at end of post) 

Brandon Sullivan (Fassbender) is a sex addict who thinks about sex all the time. He surfs for porn on his work computer, masturbates often (even at work), and eyes up women in whatever situation he's in - in the hopes of having quick anonymous sex with them. The arrival back into his life (and his apartment) of his sister Sissy (Mulligan), from who he was estranged due to emotional family baggage, changes Brandon's life - especially in what he can do in what used to be the privacy and sanctity of his apartment. 

Sissy, unlike Brandon, sees sex and emotional attachment as one in the same. Brandon's life begins to spiral out of control following Sissy's arrival. He gains a better understanding, albeit an unpleasant one, of his life following an incident involving Sissy.

About 35 minutes into the movie my wife decided nothing was happening (she was right) and having seen Fassbender's cock in all it's full frontal glory (let's just say he's bigger than me) in the early scenes she decided she would go to bed. After our disastrous sex on Friday night (no, I still haven't told you that story yet, it was too awful) I had no desire to join her. 

So I stayed and continued watching the movie since I'm the type of guy who generally will always watch a movie to the end.

Lo and behold the movie did pick up the pace (just after my wife left!!) and the story became more apparent. The movie starts as a slow burn but of course Brandon Sullivan is a flaming wreck by the time it ends. It's an intriguing thought provoking movie and I can recommend it (if you prefer independent cinema to blockbuster movies). The film is sexually explicit and this clip is a good example of what the movie is like (as much as YouTube will allow):


Just how sex addicted is Brandon? Well after failing to 'score' in the above scene (although I'd argue his real desire was to get beaten/punished for his sins) Brandon goes to a gay sex-on-site club where he knows a blowjob is guaranteed. Which British director Steve McQueen (12 years a Slave) doesn't shy from showing:


As promised, here is the closing scene from the movie which {SPOILER!} features the same woman as in the opening scene. But this time she is not wearing her wedding ring and in my opinion she is dressed to seduce. Some critics have suggested that in the opening sequence she rejects his advances, but I would argue she didn't reject him she just didn't know how to respond. In this clip she has clearly made up her mind on how she wants to respond:


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Sex in a tent ~ Part 2 (the sex part)

In Part 1 I had all the same blog tags as this one, but I included none of the details. I also said we only had sex twice on vacation, but I forgot about the third time. Maybe I didn't really forget it, I just cast it from my mind since it was so awful. It happened on the last night of my wife's 'retreat' with my wife's BNG buddies, when we all came back to the 'Eco Lodge' quite drunk after a visit to a local 'club'.

this photo could have been taken in our tent...
We didn't have sex until Day 2 and Day 3 of the vacation, because Day 1 was really just us arriving early evening at our Eco Lodge i.e. a 'luxury' tent. By the time we'd got unpacked, got changed, bicycled into the local town, had dinner, bicycled 'home... well, we were both exhausted and in no mood for sex. Call us old but we were too tired! Besides, it was after midnight according to our body clocks.

On Day 2 I realized her BNG buddies were coming on Day 4 so my opportunities for vacation sex were diminishing. We'd been out all morning hiring scooters and having lunch and mooching around the town before we popped 'home' mid afternoon to get our swimsuits and head out to the beach. Unfortunately (at least that's how she would describe it, I'm sure) my wife can't take off her clothes in front of me without me getting aroused and wanting sex. And today was no different.

She thinks I'm a complete horndog but in my defense I think she's beautiful and I desire her physically. If you saw her too you'd agree. Besides if she wan't so stingy with the sex I might not be so pent up all the time! (That's a LOL if you didn't get it). Luckily my wife was bored so she accepted my request to eat her out - she lay herself down on the bed, with her legs apart.

My wife doesn't want too much foreplay. That doesn't mean she's easily aroused, it just means she finds my beard ticklish or scratchy (depending on her mood) and doesn't want me kissing her neck or breasts for too long. She prefers I get my tongue on her clit pronto. In my defense I'd hardly call it a beard and I only got it when I turned fifty a few years back and we lived in NYC for a month. I'd forgotten my razor and it just kinda grew and all the Brooklyn hipsters were wearing it that way and my wife said it made me look younger (which reflected well on her) so she told me to keep it.

I've offered to resume shaving plenty of times, since I'd rather kiss her neck and suck on her boobies but she always says no. Her girlfriends say I look good (#GeorgeClooney) (#YouNeedGlassesLady) so it has remained. But I digress.

So she's lying there languidly as I'm kissing and licking and nibbling and munching away on her pussy. She smells and tastes fantastic. Then she grabs my head and pulls me in deeper and harder; and then she cums. When she finally releases me I pop my head up - she says nothing but gives me a sly grin that indicates her climax was better than expected. I done good!

You know how it is ladies: you're not really in the mood, kinda ambivalent abut it, but you agree to sex anyway, and then out of nowhere a rather nice orgasm sneaks up on you and gives you an unexpected wallop around the head. It's the reason therapists and relationship experts often recommend to women who say they have low libidos that they should 'just do it' (unless there are other reasons like medical or trauma) to get back in the swing of things. It falls under 'Use it or Lose it' doctrine.

So it's my turn now, which means I pull up beside her on the bed and start jacking off. She starts playing with my balls, then wanking my cock, then licking my cock, then swallowing my cock. She starts jerking me off and tonguing my balls at the same time and it's not long before I'm ready to cum.  I want to fuck her but she says I can't because her period is due.

I push her over onto her back and straddle her tits, my balls resting just below her cleavage. She starts squeezing her boobs and playing with her nipples; which send me over the deep end. Mashing my hot balls into her warm breasts I jack my cock with a tight grip and suddenly I'm cumming, with jism jumping. It's a great release and my wife seems pleased with the load I've ejaculated.

I roll over and we both take a long nap.

Day 3 is pretty much the same as day 2 except we got back to the tent later in the afternoon. We'd spent a day on the beach in the sun so when we got back to the tent we were hot and stripped off down to our underwear. Which made me horny so sex ensued. It was the same as the day before except this time I finished by making her kneel on a pillow on the floor beside the bed and jacking off into her mouth. She had her hands cupping her boobs, holding them up to my balls, and they felt warm and great. This good bit came (lest we forget) after the bad bit I mentioned in Part 1.

When I came I pushed my dick into her mouth and she sucked it all out of me. I wanted my dick in her mouth because I wanted that feeling of penetration, and this was the closest to it. Her period still hadn't arrived but she still wasn't going to let me fuck her, so it had to do. I actually wanted to grab her head with both hands and face fuck her but it seemed a little rough for that time of day and besides, she also seemed keen to kinda have me explode in her mouth as she blew me. She was gobbing me down her throat quite hard and fast so I let her have it her way.

Imagine this, but in a tent
And that was the end of our vacation sex because two of the BNG boys arrived later that night and the rest of them arrived the following morning, Day 4. Our tents were all within earshot of each other and I had no desire to unleash their inner frat boy by having sex with my wife, knowing they would hear it. I will admit however that over the following days, left alone and to my own devices while they disappeared all day for their 'learnings', my mind did wander.

I was so horny (this happens when my wife's period is due, it's those damn hormones of hers affecting mine) I started imagining my wife coming 'home' drunk with the guys and one thing leading to another. 'Another' being all the guys lined up and my wife blowing each one of them. This is not a fantasy of mine so I can only chalk it up to my blue balls and a desperate need for release.

It also represents my desire to know how good my wife's oral skills are. As I have noted on this blog before, she has great oral skills - it feels fantastic when I'm in her mouth, but I can never cum just by her blowing me. I always need to do the last bit myself i.e. jacking my cock until I ejaculate. Ditto for her hand jobs - she gets me to the peak but can't quite push me over the edge. So is it me, or are other men like that?

There was only one way to find out, and I had eight guys on site who could make a great sample group for my study. How many could/would cum in her hand, how many could/would cum in her mouth? Should I ask them to choose between 'hand' or 'mouth' or give them two rounds, one for each method?

Ha! There was no way this was going to happen because there was no upside for me. God forbid I unleash her inner slut, and god forbid she discover that a bigger cock than mine really does provide a lot more pleasure. Besides, those guys would all be so excited to finally have her of course they'd cum quickly via her hand or oral skills. It wouldn't be a scientific study at all, the results would be corrupted.

So as I mentioned, we didn't have sex again until the last night of the 'retreat'. They'd graciously allowed me to join them for dinner and drinks, and then we all went to that 'club' after that. It was really just a bar with a DJ and four flashing colored lights. The drinks were watered down but they were so cheap it didn't matter. We slammed them back and at midnight we moved to another 'club' (which again was really just a bar). We did shots there, and then some of the guys wanted to go to a third place, which turned out to be two doors down from where we already were.

At this point two of the guys decided they wanted to go 'home', back to the tents. Their wives and kids were joining them in the morning for a few additional days R&R (not at the Eco-Lodge of course, no they'd been smart enough to book themselves into the Resort) and they didn't want to be too hung over. I thought this was a good opportunity to go as well, since I wanted Anniversary Sex with my wife. Yes, she may have forgotten it but I hadn't!

So we're back in the tent, and the other two guys are in theirs, three tents down the line. I figure that's safe enough, and make my move. My wife responds, and sex ensues. The action is pretty much the same as Day 2 & 3 accept this time we're both liquored up and it's a little more dirty. My wife cums twice and when it's my turn she gets up on all fours and tells me to fill her ass crack with my jizz.

So I'm standing behind her, jacking my cock, but I just can't get there. Finally I think 'fuck it!', grab her hips, and push my dick slowly into her tight wet pussy. She's wet but really tight so I proceed slowly, building up to a steady rhythm. So I'm pumping away as she loosens up and it feels fantastic  but nothing's happening. She's on her elbows now, head down, and grunting with every thrust I give her, and I start to second guess myself.

Is that a grunt of pleasure or a grunt of 'Oh God, when is he going to finish'?

And then I remind myself of how many times on this vacation she's said I can't fuck her and yet here I am fucking her. I decide to pull out, and lay down on the bed. I jack my cock and she starts tonguing my balls, swirling her tongue all around. I moan and tell her how good it feels and she groans and tells me how much she loves licking my balls. Without warning she pushes up on my thighs and pokes her tongue into my asshole. She starts rimming me and it sends an electric jolt right through my body.

This is usually enough to make me cum but for some reason not tonight. Maybe it's the alcohol but we've been fucking around for an hour and although I've peaked several times I've never cum. My cock is fat thick and throbbing and my wife is humming as she tongues my asshole yet still I can't ejaculate. Is this E.D.? How can it be Erectile Dysfunction when I have a massive erection? Whiskey Dick doesn't make you rock hard, it makes you floppy, so what's up?

Hand on my heart, as I write this I can't remember how it finished. I recall telling her to stop, that it wasn't working, that it was my fault not hers, and I remember her crawling up and falling asleep beside me. I can't recall if I came by myself (I know I continued jacking off for a while) or just fell asleep as well. I do recall waking up naked the next morning, but that's about it.

At the risk of sounding like a cliche this doesn't normally happen to me. Sure, we were both drunk but not wildly so. Alcohol may have been a factor but I think the real problem is my headspace. I'm always second guessing myself when we have sex now: does she really want it or is she just placating me, am I any good or is she just placating me (that scolding on Day 3 didn't help), is she doing this (talking dirty/rimming me) just to get me off quickly so it's over...

It's just one big serving of self-doubt soup now. Regular readers will know I considered myself good at cunnilingus (I love it) but maybe I've been imagining it the whole time. When I've written up the various accounts of our (infrequent) sexual activity I've always written it up in a positive fashion but maybe I'm deluding myself? Maybe she doesn't cum as often as I think I she does? Maybe she is faking it and I've been only too willing to believe she wasn't?

I've often said 'if she enjoys the sex when we do have sex, why aren't we having more of it?'  Maybe I've been answering my own question without realizing it: we aren't having lots of sex because she doesn't really enjoy it?

Sex should be fun, not a mindfuck.

"You used to be such a confident guy" said an old girlfriend once, when we had a one-off nostalgic lunch a few years ago, "what happened?"


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

TMI Tuesday: June 20, 2017 ~ Shame!


This is the trailer to the movie Shame, which I review on Thursday...

1. Tell us a sexual thing/fantasy would you never want your friends to know you like or have done?
~ Rimjobs. I love it when my wife tongues my balls, but when she goes down further it's positively electric. But it's not an anecdote you can share with the guys, is it? And it's definitely not something you'd share with friends at a dinner party is it? Honestly, I think after enough wine you could probably get away with admitting to your closest friends you've had anal sex; but there's no coming back from the mental image of her tongue up my ass. 

2. Has anyone ever found an item of sexy underwear, a sex toy or perhaps a picture on your phone that embarrassed you?
~ No-one can find anything on my phone because it's password protected. Does anyone ever leave there phone 'open' anymore? If anyone got into my phone they would just need to look at my Instagram account to see what gets me excited.
Now that our daughter is fifteen I do worry she will see the lube and vibrators in my wife's nightstand drawer, since they are not hidden. I don't think that's a mental image she needs to see and have mentioned it to my wife - who naively insists our daughter would not rummage through our drawers. (I know I did, well before 15)

3. Do you have any fantasies you could never go through with because you think you would feel ashamed?
~ No. But then my fantasies are fairly 'normal'. Anal, threesomes, and BDSM (but really just the dress up part, I'm not into pain). Sometimes I would like my wife to be sexually subservient, which is difficult because I consider myself an evolved human and believe in gender equality.

4. Have you ever felt shame after a sexual experience?
~ Not really, but ... well, how do I explain this? When I haven't had sex for a long time (i.e. two weeks) I start climbing the walls. After another week I am so desperate I get very direct in expressing my needs to my wife. This results in us having some form of sexual intimacy to give me 'relief'. Afterwards I feel bad, and sometimes (if she makes no pretense of doing anything other than giving me 'relief') I feel like a rapist. IMO this is not how a healthy sexual relationship should operate. 
On other occasions she responds well to me 'jumping her' and afterwards she's all "why don't we do this more?" and ... well, you've all read my blog posts about how she promises to commit to have more sexual intimacy with me on a more frequent basis. This lasts about two weeks and then it's back to the drought. 
The obvious coping mechanism (for the lack of sex) is to masturbate. This often leads to mixed feelings, one of which can be shame. Shame in the sense that I despair this is my lot in life: a sad old man destined to be jerking off for the rest of his days because his wife doesn't want to have sex with him.

Bonus: Share a recent non-sexual moment of shame.
~ I really can't think of one. Honest. (Because they're all sexual!!)

Double Bonus:
~ Yesterday I posted Sex in a Tent which oddly enough had no explicit sex scenes in it (because I'm saving those for Part 2 tomorrow). It explains the disappointing vacation we took earlier this month (and you didn't even notice I was gone, right?)

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Monday, June 19, 2017

Sex in a tent

I'm pretty sure this is the romantic image my wife had in her head when she pictured us at our 'Eco Lodge'!
Men of course are simpler creatures and have one thing on their mind - is a little vacation sex too much to hope for?

In last week's TMI Tuesday: June 13, 2017 ~ Hey folks! I shared the following anecdote in answer to a question:
While my wife has never said “No, it was not good” we coincidentally had something similar happen last week. She was sitting on my face and I was eating her out and then she suddenly sat up and scolded me for not doing it right. I was quite taken aback by her tone. She asked why would I find the spot and then move from the spot, telling me that once she tells me I've found the spot I need to stay on the fucking spot! She then proceeded to ask me if I actually knew where the spot was. 
This was very upsetting (to me) because:
  • she was talking to me like I was an idiot child 
  • after 20+ years together I know where the spot is, and I do know that once you hit the spot you stay on it and don't move from it
  • but I also have to breathe so I have to pull back sometimes or I'll suffocate (she clamps down hard, and smothers me when the pleasure takes over)
  • I also don't want to drown in her juices so I have to pull back sometimes to swallow 
The situation was resolved by changing positions. She lay on her back and I continued.
What I didn't explain (and what makes it worse, IMO) was that this incident happened while we were on vacation. A time when we're meant to be relaxing and enjoying our time together ie having stress free sex! (Yes, that's what my wife says when we don't have sex: "Don't worry, we'll be in XYZ soon and I won't be so stressed out with all this work - we can have plenty of sex then!")  She's just fobbing me off of course because over the years our vacation sex has dropped as well. 

It wasn't exactly the vacation from hell but it was a weird one, and often I wondered why I was there at all. I guess that's because it didn't start out as a vacation but as a BNG 'retreat' for her and her BNG buddies. As you might know, she's a member of a Business Networking Group (BNG) and within that group each branch breaks down further into a 'pod' of 7-8 people. The pod members are meant to bond closely and the rules dictate that each year they go on 'retreat' together to solidify that bond. 

As I've joked many times: 'the BNG is a cult!'

Anyway, my wife's pod decided to go to Costa Rica* and stay at an 'Eco-Lodge' because the theme of their retreat was 'Sustainability'. That meant they would all be burning fossil fuels to fly many hours to get there and then they would stay in tents in the jungle because resorts are bad for the environment. Part of the retreat involved flying in some bearded new age hipster/hippie to run two half day workshops on {holistic management for a sustainable workforce} (I forget the actual mumbo jumbo jargon they used to describe it) for them.

So my wife tells me about two months ahead of this retreat when and where they're going, but unlike last time (link) this time I can't come. It will just be her and the boys (you know she's the only woman in her pod, right? and one of only about 5 women in the whole area branch of BNG [about 75 in total] ie it's a boys club). When she says I can't come I say nothing, but internally I start the countdown: how long before she realises she's going to be away for our 25th wedding anniversary?

It took a month. 

A month before she was due to go she 'remembers' the significant milestone and gleefully tells me that I can come after all, and we'll go a few days before the rest of pod so we can have 3 days to ourselves at this luxury Eco-Lodge. Yes, I'd dropped a few hints to others about how long we'd been together and I think someone finally gave her a heads-up.  My wife seemed very proud of herself to get me 'in' on this retreat, and said she had convinced the other (male) members of the BNG pod to bring their partners/children too, and make it an 'inclusive' family event.

As it transpired the following happened instead (to cut a long story short):
  • The Eco Lodge turned out to be six large safari tents, each with their own composting toilet (ie not a flush toilet).
  • Due to flies and bugs the mesh flaps had to be zipped closed at all times so it was hot.
  • There was no TV and the promised wifi was almost non-existent - I gave up trying after two days.
  • The swimmable beach was supposedly a 15 minute bike ride away but it was further. On Day 2 we hired a scooter and made the trip in 9 minutes. 
  • There wasn't much to do in the area and what there was my wife didn't want to do in case 'the boys' had booked it as part of the retreat activity program when they arrived later in the week. 
  • Apparently my wife didn't know what the guys had pre-booked, but she was confident I would be able to join in.
  • As it turned out, I wasn't. The retreat was a bonding exercise and since I was not a member of the pod I was unable to participate. No scuba diving or sailing for me!
  • The retreat started at 7am with yoga followed by breakfast and then they drove to a nearby resort (what?!) for the day for their 'workshops'. 
  • Basically once the official retreat started I only saw my wife again at about 10.30pm, when they all returned from dinner at a local restaurant and drinks in a bar. (But I would see her for about 20 minutes at 5ish when they all came back to the Lodge to change for the evening - that's when I saw that my wife had actually packed some fancy outfits after all)
  • Luckily the area was not a happening place, because I know from experience these high flying achievers normally wouldn't even think about heading home until well after midnight.
  • The exception was the last night of the retreat when I was allowed to join them for dinner and drinks afterwards. After the drinks we went to a local 'club' where the night previously my wife had been seriously hit on by a hot lesbian and the boys all wanted to see if it would happen again. (Or they wanted me to see it?) 
  • I could tell from the way my wife told her version of the story enroute that she also wanted to see if it would happen again. 
  • The lesbian was not there, but if you want to know why my wife was hit on it's because she looks like this.
  • The Eco Lodge was in a remote area and there was not much to do or see. Honest. I spent a lot of time just scootering around and taking photos. In the evenings I would watch Netflix shows I'd downloaded.
  • It was not the greatest vacation we've had and I often wondered why she had brought me.

I think she brought me because she was embarrassed she'd forgotten our 25th anniversary. Because I was a late addition I was seated down the back of the plane while she flew up the front (the privilege of booking early). On the return flight it was the same thing but she upgraded herself to business class because some of the other BNG guys were seated there. She sat next to the guy who I know has the hots for her. He's always asking her if she has a sister and can she set them up?

Anyway, I see in my haste to get this down I have omitted the most important part - by which I mean 'most important to me'. We only had sex twice that whole week, and both of them were non penetrative. We only had sex twice because once the other guys arrived and took up residence in their adjacent tents there was no way my wife was going to have sex with me.  They might hear!

But I had anticipated exactly that, hence my desire to make sweet love to her before they got there (in three days time). The problem was that when we got there my wife (who had previously told me to wait til we got there) told me we couldn't have sex because her period was due. Hmmmm, okay, we can do other things, I'm not a neanderthal. 

When I asked her if she'd brought lube and her vibe she answered "No", which surprised the shit out of me. These past few years she's always brought those with her, even if the majority of times they'd never been used. Because we hadn't had sex (or if we had, it was only once). Straight away I realised that this vacation was not going to be a romantic anniversary get-away and that my wife had not planned (or been inclined?) to have any sex. 

As you can imagine this did not put me in a good mood and my self esteem was hammered. Our three days together seemed to really just be a holding pattern until the BNG guys arrived. Those eight charming rich dynamic captains of industry, half of whom were married, yet only half of those were bringing their family on this family retreat. But their families weren't coming until after the retreat finished. So it wasn't a 'family retreat' at all. It was just me, on my own, hanging around like a third wheel.

Which brings me to the other reason I think she brought me: because she wanted me to see it wasn't much fun and that she wasn't out every night partying with the guys. 

She must think I'm stupid.

This retreat was crap because we were in a damned 'Eco Lodge' in the middle of nowhere with no facilities! Even the other guys were unimpressed and saying next year they'd be returning a traditional resort, to a place where there was decent nightlife. I'm not stupid because I know these guys. They (even the married ones) (especially the married ones?) just want to party and meet girls and pretend they're frat boys again.  Already a few of them are lobbying to go to Tahiti next year. Tahiti!

And my wife is planning to fly solo next year, I know it. This time she'll be sure to make certain the retreat doesn't coincide with our anniversary, I know it. 

At least now, after 25 years, she will finally remember the date we got married. I think.

*not really Costa Rica, just similar. I'm throwing you off the scent.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

OPP: Almost a quarter of men pay for sex once a week!

That seems high to me, but unsurprising when you realise the source of that figure is not a scientific study but from a press release put out by a dating cheating website. The reason I've chosen to share it with you is that it kinda feels about right to me (which still doesn't make the numbers true). The idea of paying for sex seems a lot more palatable to me than cheating on my wife - one is a cash transaction and the other involves me establishing a relationship with another woman (however fleeting) and presumably sharing emotional intimacy with her (as opposed to just the physical intimacy with a prostitute). Both would require lying to my wife to cover up the activity.

Sydney (Australia) escort Lana Jade
A dating website for married people and those who are in a relationship has revealed men pay for sex out of "necessity". 
The website Victoria Milan, an Ashley Madison clone which claims to have clients worldwide, studied more than 6,000 married men and found that paying for sex is a common and often frequent habit for men who are looking to cheat. Close to half the men surveyed, 47.3 per cent, had paid for sex before, Mamamia reported. Almost a quarter of men, 23.3 per cent, paid for sex once a week.

Sigurd Vedal, the founder and CEO of Victoria Milan said men need sex. "Men engaging escorts is a love/hate relationship,' he said. "Men love sex and need to have it regularly and escorts meet that demand. However the majority aren’t satisfied with the experience. "They are often disappointed when the escort doesn’t live up to expectations in the bedroom or doesn’t look like her advertised picture."

Thirty five per cent of men soliciting sex didn't see the experience as a 'pleasure' but as a "necessary sexual release". For those men who hire an escort, 80 per cent said they book for the minimum time possible, which is usually an hour, "to get it over and done with".
 
The main reasons listed in the survey responses for married men wanting to cheat were that there was not an available person to cheat with (40.1 per cent) and being unable to fulfill sexual fantasies with their long-term partner (36.0 per cent). 
Sydney-based escort Lana Jade previously spoke to the Daily Mail about the reasons why some of her clients choose to pay for sex [link] and explained then that "Men see sex workers for no one particular reason, some are lacking intimacy in their relationships, perhaps their wives don't want to have sex or don't have the time, but they still love their wives so to fill the sexual quota they need they choose, a no strings attached paid encounter".  
"The biggest preconceived idea is the entire booking time is made up of sex," the 28-year-old escort said. "The extended bookings of three hours or more are a lot less about sex and more about connection." 
"Men see sex workers for no one particular reason, some are lacking intimacy in their relationships, perhaps their wives don't want to have sex or don't have the time, but they still love their wives so to fill the sexual quota they need they choose, a no strings attached paid encounter" she explained.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Ask TPVS: Reincarnation, Epigenetics, and Jealousy

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

Ask TPVS: Reincarnation, Epigenetics, and Jealousy

by Pervertically Virtuous
This is a question from a recent reader who said they were "impressed, offended, inspired, aroused, revolted, affirmed, agitated, and intrigued" by my blog. I myself am impressed that my life and opinions have managed to inspire such a collection of strong and contradictory feelings.
As an atheist, where do you stand on ideas such as reincarnation, collective consciousness/unconsciousness, or inherited memory/experience? Some phenomena has been substantiated to a degree, such as the experiences of a parent/grandparent can alter their DNA into adulthood leaving a legacy that can be inherited for generations i.e. traumatic experiences of a parent/grandparent can lead to inherited depression.Grandma's Experiences Leave a Mark on Your Genes
As a scientist, I believe in things that we have scientific evidence for, and I don't believe in things we have no or contrary scientific evidence for.

So, I do not believe in reincarnation. There is no scientific evidence for this, and there is currently no known mechanism through which the soul (whatever that means) could survive death and travel to another body.

I do not believe in the collective consciousness/unconsciousness insofar as these are defined as some mysterious, magical transmission of knowledge that does not rely on the known mechanisms of genetics, epigenetics, or learning.

I certainly believe in inherited memories, experiences, desires, and needs that are transmitted across generations through the known mechanisms of learning, genetics, and epigenetics. Of the three, epigenetics is the newest and least known/understood mechanism. It is a very exciting new area of research, and even though there are still many open questions, it is at this point unquestionable that experiences can be transmitted from grandparents to grandchildren not only through changes in the genes themselves, but through changes in how existing genes are expressed (i.e. DNA methylation). So absolutely, something that a grandparent experienced BEFORE reproducing - a long-term famine, a traumatic experience, heavy smoking or alcoholism can impact a descendant down the line. But it's important to note that these epigenetic 'memories' are not specific mental images of something that happened, for example, you are not going to remember that your grandmother was an alcoholic (unless someone told you that); you may be more predisposed to alcoholism due to that.

Here are a couple of other good articles explaining epigenetics to the public: Why Your DNA Is Not Your Destiny and Epigenetics: How Our Experiences Affect Our Offspring.

Of course, I don't take absence of evidence to signify evidence of absence, so I leave an open mind that things we currently do not have evidence for may be shown to exist in the future.
Do you entertain the idea that your highly advanced attributes of non-jealousy, polyamory, atheism, proactive disposition are a culmination of either past lives, an attunement or sensitivity to collective consciousness, or merely the product of genetics and upbringing?
Glad to hear you think some of my ideas and personality characteristics are "highly advanced" :).

No, I don't believe any of these is a product of past lives or collective consciousness. I believe that each is a product of a very complex mix of genetics, epigenetics, upbringing, life experiences, and personal choices.

Take my atheism, for example. Religiosity has a heritability component of about 0.4-0.5 in adulthood, so I was likely genetically (or perhaps epigenetically) predisposed to low religiosity. Add to that upbringing: I was raised an atheist in an atheist family in an atheist country (and I mean the whole country and everything about it was atheist). Then add to that that I am highly educated (and education and religiosity are inversely correlated), and a research scientist taught to apply the scientific method to everything.

Some of my other attributes, like non-jealousy or polyamory, don't have such a strong upbringing component - no one taught me to not be jealous or monogamous, and jealousy and monogamy were just as prevalent around me as around everyone else. But my best guess would be that they are a product of biologic predisposition to low jealousy and non-monogamy, rebellious personality and high and stable self-esteem (both themselves a mix of nature and nurture), life experiences (e.g., observing people suffer and relationships end because of jealousy), and personal choices to live in accordance to my true needs and desires even if many disagree with me.
Do you find these ideas insulting or diminishing to your own personal achievements?
Not at all. I just find them unlikely (almost impossible).

Also, I can't really claim many of those attributes to be due to personal achievements, i.e. choice. I think that all of those have a very strong genetic, epigenetic, and/or upbringing component - none of which I had any say in and can't take credit for. Personal choice is only one of several components that has contributed to who I am today.

Hope this answers your questions, feel free to keep the conversation going.

Pervertically Virtuous | June 17, 2013 at 4:44 pm | Categories: Ask TPVS | 

Friday, June 16, 2017

OPP - Tibetan Nun turned Latex Lover


(Photo: Sunday Mirror)
For ten years Damcho Dyson used to live a simple life of chastity and was once an attendant to the Dalai Lama. Her only habit was her plain religious robe but now she has swapped it for something quite different - latex rubber.

Dyson says having a massage while on a trip to India reawakened her sexuality – and turned her into Britain’s ­naughtiest nun. And now, after quitting her Tibetan Buddhist monastery in France, she spends her weekends dressed in latex at fetish clubs. The 45-year-old woman told the Sunday People: “I’d been celibate for 10 years and, as a nun, my practice meant my brain was able to override my bodily needs.

Damcho Dyson wearing her favourite latex outfit (Photo: Sunday Mirror)
“Lying there having that massage I had an epiphany. I suddenly had a sense of the vitality within my body and decided the time was right to leave the monastery.”

But it wasn’t until she ended up in London in 2011 and passed the window of a shop selling fetish clothing that Ms Dyson realised wearing rubber could fill the Buddha-sized hole in her new life.

“I’d been a nun for ten years and was open to new opportunities so when I spotted the shop I thought ‘why not’ and headed inside,” she says. “The first time I tried on latex I felt empowered. It compliments the female form and somehow felt reminiscent of the ritual wearing of Buddhist robes. The shop owner and I became friends and she introduced me to the latex scene.

“I went to a club feeling all ­risqué, but I looked at other people wearing top-to-toe latex and rubber masks and realised I was actually quite conservative.

“I find the whole thing amazing and intriguing. It’s really liberating.”

Damcho, of Wandsworth, London, UK, was 23 when she first thought about being a nun, but didn’t leave Melbourne, Australia, for Nepal until six years later. Despite her vows meaning she never had children Damcho – who is crowdfunding her PhD exploring human rituals – says she has no regrets.

“I travelled around the Himalayas,” she says. “It was incredibly ­enriching and inspiring for me. But now I want to continue my contemplative adventure using a different medium.”

“I still feel a bit like a naughty nun" she says “But I’m a middle-aged woman who has ­always liked to express ­herself so why not? I’m finally letting my hair down when I once used to shave it all off.”

Damcho Dyson is raising money to fund her PhD. You can donate here

Damcho Dyson in the lotus position (Photo: Sunday Mirror)

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Ignore me, I'm just bored


via Instagram

Ha! Next year I'll still be stressing about my woeful sex life!
#maletears #notgettingany #whine #manofsteel

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Happy #humpday !!



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Happy #humpday !!
Repost from @saraunderwood
"Mother Nature is bae 😍"
📸 by @stevebitanga
👙 from @twentysauce

#butt #ass #babe #vacation

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

TMI Tuesday: June 13, 2017 ~ Hey folks!


1. Would you take a course in advanced sex positions? Why?
~ I'd like to think I would, but I doubt my wife would join in. Maybe she would if the class was theoretical ("book learnin'!") and not 'practical'. I'm always open to improving my technique but my wife seems to be more about sticking to what works. I often watch people having passionate sex in unusual places in movies and think "I'd love to try that". Then I'm reminded that [a] it's a movie and that may not work in real life, and [b] if it does work in real life I'm gonna need a longer penis.

2. “Did you orgasm?”
Men: Do you ask your sex partners this? Women: Have you been asked this?
Men, why do you ask this question? Women, do you mind being asked this question?
~ I have asked a version of this before, and do so from time to time. I ask it because my wife does not get very vocal and sometimes it is not clear if she has. I am mindful that she does not always like being asked this question because it is confronting (although I always ask in a non-confronting way - if I can't manage that then I don't ask).  
I remember when my wife once asked me if I had cum, after I stopped fucking her. Yes, I had, and I was amazed that she had not realized I had, given that it was (for me) a very intense orgasm. And yet she hadn't felt a thing! It made me feel despondent, but I chalked it up to that she was so wet herself she hadn't noticed.

3. “Was it good for you?”
Have you ever asked this question after having sex? Were you ever told “No, it was not good.” If yes, what did you do?
~ Yes, I have asked a version of this before, and do so from time to time. Again, it is always done in a jocular or gentle manner. I want my wife to know that if she wants more we can do more. 
While my wife has never said “No, it was not good” we coincidentally had something similar happen last week. She was sitting on my face and I was eating her out and then she suddenly sat up and scolded me for not doing it right. I was quite taken aback by her tone. She asked why would I find the spot and then move from the spot, telling me that once she tells me I've found the spot I need to stay on the fucking spot! She then proceeded to ask me if I actually knew where the spot was.
This was very upsetting (to me) because:
  • she was talking to me like I was an idiot child 
  • after 20+ years together I know where the spot is, and I know that once you hit the spot you stay on it and don't move
  • but I also have to breathe so I have to pull back sometimes or I'll suffocate (she clamps down hard, and smothers me when the pleasure takes over)
  • I also don't want to drown in her juices so I have to pull back sometimes to swallow 
The situation was resolved by changing positions. She lay on her back and I continued.

4. When was the last time you had a simple, sexy “make out” session? Do you wish you had more purely “make out” sessions?
~ Not in a long time. Women always told me I was a great kisser but my wife prefers me to kiss her 'down there' not 'up here'. She seemingly prefers to skip the makeout sessions and get straight to the action.

5. When is that last time you had a “quickie” – sex lasting 5 minutes or less? How often do you engage in “quickies”?
~ Not often, in fact I can't recall the last one. My wife says she sometimes prefers a quickie but I suspect that's because she just wants me to get mine quickly so it's over (yes, I'm aware how awful that sounds). In reality quickies only work when she's already aroused and 'ready to go' - which only happens when she's been reading her dirty stories. Which she doesn't do any more. I do not enjoy having sex with my wife if it's not good for her also, so I feel compelled to bring her to orgasm first before 'getting mine'.

Bonus: Think about the person that is/was your favorite sex partner? Why were they your favorite?
~ My wife is my favorite sex partner but I do occasionally think wistfully of my ex-GF (you can see her here). We were mad for each other and tried a whole lot of stuff, and it was all so new and exciting back then. We were two young kids in a candy shop and we were stuffing our faces with everything on offer....

Double Bonus: Last week I was unable to complete the official questions for the official TMI Tuesday meme so I posted something else instead. But I have caught up, so you find last week's official TMI Tuesday questions answered here.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, June 12, 2017

TMI Tuesday: June 6, 2017 ~ Getting to know you!

No, you're not going crazy - today IS Monday, not Tuesday. But last Tuesday I posted TMI Tuesday: June 6, 2017 ~ My Ex Girlfriend instead of the official TMI Tuesday for the week - because I was out of town (and without proper wifi). Which I am rectifying now, almost a week late. Tomorrow's official TMI Tuesday meme will be posted... tomorrow!

This photo is for May More, who likes redheads - although possibly a bit older than this wee lass?

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?
~ Barrack Obama. I'd like to ask him a few probing questions.

2. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?
~ Wake up, eat some pussy, get a blow job. Have lunch. Do some work, have dinner. Get laid.
That makes me seem shallow, doesn't it? Yes, I do other things to keep myself entertained, but you asked what would constitute a perfect day. I'm sure every day wouldn't be a 'perfect' day, otherwise nothing would get done.

3. How much do you like your personality? (pick just one)
a. A lot.
b. A little.
c. It needs work.
d. I am annoying sometimes. <------ (so people say)
e. I am difficult, and people have told me so.

4. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?
~ Duh, that's easy. MY BODY! I was smart enough at 30. Honestly.

5. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any ability, what would it be?
~ Being able to be invisible would be SO cool!

Bonus: How do you think you will die?
~ It's possible I will kill myself if I get a degenerative/terminal disease and the law wont allow euthanasia. The problem is that when these things hit, you may not then be able to take this course of action.

Double Bonus: Last week I tried my hand at erotic fiction for the Masturbation Monday meme [Spring Fantasy] and yesterday I posted Spring Fantasy - Part 2 Feel free to comment on either.

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Sunday, June 11, 2017

Amber Rose posts provocative nude photo on Twitter

Amber Rose posted a provocative nude photo on Twitter this morning and to be honest I had no idea they allowed NSFW images on the social media platform. She certainly couldn't have posted it on Instagram! They allow topless (but with nipples covered) but not bottomless. Facebook (who bought Instagram) don't allow anything borderline ie no topless but skimpy bikinis are fine - unless someone complains. Topless men are fine, of course, because double standard.

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So why did Amber Rose post this pic? She got in a stoush with Piers Morgan who used the word 'attention seeker' to describe her. Rose responded by pointing out the double standard by retweeting an Adam Levine photo that Morgan had never taken issue with. Morgan then tweeted her back and said:
"I can handle your naked body, Amber - relax. I just can't handle your ridiculous claim to be stripping off in the name of feminism."
And for balance, here's one of Adam Levine (Maroon 5)


Saturday, June 10, 2017

Ask TPVS: Threesomes Versus Airports

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

Ask TPVS: Threesomes Versus Airports

by Pervertically Virtuous
This is my inaugural Ask TPVS post. I've been getting questions from readers, and I thought it'd be a good idea to answer some of those publicly. I will be answering questions each Monday. Feel free to ask anything and everything, if I have an answer, I'll provide it.

This first one is from a female reader who's been inspired by my "sexventures" to delve into an MFM experience:
I will be traveling this summer, and will have 12 hour layovers in different countries -- which I would prefer to POUNCE than to sit in the airport for that long. What medium would you recommend setting up these encounters through -- Craigslist, OKCupid, Plenty of Fish? Personal & sex safety is a big concern since there is such a small window to meet up, pounce, and then head back to the airport. Also, these are complete strangers, and I will not have the opportunity to feel them out until I meet them in person. I considered FetLife as it is community based and vouched for by members, but I am fairly vanilla aside from my MFM leanings, and did not want to treat FetLife as a meat market. 

I think that's a wonderful way to spend those layovers. I'm happy to hear I've inspired you to embark on such an adventure! :) I've used Craigslist successfully to set up MFMs. CL is not without its issues (I wrote about some of these in Flagged and Removed, and Panty Parade wrote about it here), but you can get laid off of CL by using common sense and having copious amounts of patience. In terms of safety, I have personally never had an unsafe encounter through CL, but some people have ended up dead that way. So you are certainly taking a risk, especially given your specific situation - a single woman in a foreign country. That being said, I've only used CL in the US, and have no idea how useful and safe Craigslist is in other countries, but all things considered, I would probably not use CL.

I would definitely not use FetLife for this purpose, because 1) you're not looking for a kinky encounter and FL is primarily for kinky people; and 2) it is particularly inconvenient as a dating/hookup website (the kinkster search capabilities are extremely limited and frustrating), and this is by design, as they're specifically trying to prevent FL from becoming just another kinky meat market website (like CollarMe is for example).

I've never used OKCupid or POF, so I can't speak to the quality of the men for the specific purpose of an MFM or the safety issues on these. Any of my other readers have any tips/opinions on these websites?

So what would I do in your shoes, as a single woman in a foreign country trying to fuck multiple strangers? I would:

1. Find out what is the most widely used/coolest swinger website in the country where you're going (in the US I'd probably go with Lifestyle Lounge, Kasidie, or SwingLifeStyle),

2. Find the single men there who have lots of positive reviews from women and couples. Why swinger websites as opposed to, say, Adult Friend Finder? Because I think :
  • - 'Popular' men on swinger websites are more likely to be experienced and comfortable with group sex, and that's often key with MFMs which, as I've mentioned before, can be difficult to set up and have everything run smoothly.
  • - Your likelihood of finding someone safe and respectful is higher on the swinger-sites. The swinger world holds single men to pretty high standards in terms of safe sex, respect toward women, looks, behavior, etc., so if someone succeeded in it (i.e. got lots of positive reviews), that means he's doing many things right.

3. Email these guys ahead of time, like 2 weeks or so before your trip. Chat with them a bit, see whether you're feeling the vibe, ask about their past experiences with group sex in general and MFMs in particular, their feelings about it (Do they say they're OK with it so they can fuck you, or are they really passionate about the MFM situation?). Are you looking for two friends, or two guys who don't know each other? Each situation might be different. Ask them about it - some men are comfortable with friends but not strangers, for others, it's the opposite. If you have time and want to be particularly thorough, email also a couple of the women/couples who've left them reviews, and ask them to tell you more about their experience with them.)

4. Meet both of them at the airport bar and have a drink together before you move on to the action. If you're not feeling the vibe, call it off. If your instinct is telling you something is off, listen to it. Don't feel like you have to do it just because you thought you wanted over email. Make sure you make this clear to them during your email communication - my policy with people I meet online for sex is almost always "no guarantees, we meet at the bar and if the chemistry is there, we take it to the next level, if not, no hard feelings").

5. Let a friend know who you'll be meeting up with when and where, and set up a way to communicate with her/him that everything went well at the end.
Also, what should I insist on in terms of protection? You mentioned that you have a "no condom, no sex" policy, which I plan to follow -- but what about for oral sex? I love a hard, thick cock in my mouth, and have never given oral with condoms. Should I insist for these situations?
That's a very good question and one that only you can answer for yourself. The risk of contracting something from oral is obviously lower than from vaginal intercourse, but it's not non-existent. Here's a great article in Salon by one of my favorite journalists writing about sex, Tracy Clark-Flory, on How Risky is Oral Sex; I summarize the main points below.
- HIV is very very unlikely to be transmitted.
- HPV can get transmitted, but a very small percentage of oral cancers are linked to HPV, most of those to HPV 16, which there's a vaccine for these days. (Are you vaccinated against HPV? No? You might want to consider it.)
- HSV (herpes) can get transmitted, although the likelihood of that happening when there is no active sore is pretty low. And you would think people would refrain from having sex when they have an active sore. If you already get cold sores, you don't have to worry about herpes (at least not HSV-1, which is the more common of the two).
- Gonorrhea, Chlamydia, and Syphilis do get transmitted with some frequency, and these are probably what you are most likely to get. Luckily, unlike the viruses, which you get for life and there's no real cure for, these three are fairly easy to treat with antibiotics.

If you have any cuts in your mouth, gums, throat, even minor ones, likelihood of transmission goes up.

In short, the risk of getting something life threatening is extremely small; the risk of getting something annoying but not life threatening is somewhat higher.

I personally choose to take the risk, because the pleasure of enjoying a hard, thick cock in my mouth to me is worth the very small risk of getting HIV (I've had cold sores since I was a kid, and I'm vaccinated against HPV), and I don't think taking a round of antibiotics is a big deal to deal with the bacteria. So I don't use condoms for oral sex and have been lucky enough to never get anything that way (as of now).

Whether you take that risk or not is something you have to answer for yourself given your particular life circumstances, personality, preferences, etc. And then live with the consequences of that choice.
I honestly don't quite know how to move forward, as I have never had a MFM experience before. Any advice or feedback would be truly appreciated!

I hope this was somewhat helpful in terms of setting it up and oral sex protection issues. As for how to go about the MFM itself, given that it's your first time, that's a whole different story. I may have to write a separate post on that.

Good luck and have fun!
Pervertically Virtuous | June 10, 2013 at 10:58 am | Tags: craigslist, Fetlife, MFM, oral sex, safe sex, safety, STIs, threesome, travel, trust | Categories: Ask TPVS |

Thursday, June 8, 2017

You Only Get One Chance to Treat Me Badly

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: all links in this post are working)

New post on Pervertically Virtuous

You Only Get One Chance to Treat Me Badly

by Pervertically Virtuous
If you read about my Almost Perfect MFM Threesome, you know that the threesome itself was absolutely mind-blowing.
[imaged added 2016, original lost]
The 'almost' part is due to what happened just after it ended: One of the guys involved, Rideshare, decided to delete all the photos of the encounter that he (and I) was in, without even letting me see them one last time, over me practically begging him not to with teary eyes, trying to grab the camera from his hands. I was pleading him to consider finding another solution (cut his face out of the pix, photoshop him beyond recognition, anything): That threesome was such an amazing experience - and some of the photos Apollo took were pretty good - that I really wanted to have a memory of them. But he was having none of it. And after he realized how upset I had gotten over it, started yelling at me that I can't always have what I want.
I didn't want to create even more of a scene that night - and the photos were already gone - so I calmed the situation down and the evening ended on a fairly pleasant, if somewhat awkward note.
The next day, though, I was torn.
Rideshare had been nothing but a total sweetheart up until that point. He was completely enthralled with me: marveling at my looks and crazy lifestyle every chance he got, texting me a lot, wanting to paint me, showing me around the lake, cooking me dinner, introducing me to everyone he knew, getting me little presents, insisting on paying for drinks... He had been very nice the entire week leading up to that moment.
But then this thing with the photographs happened, and that really pissed me off. I felt he had treated me badly, that he acted unnecessarily cruelly towards me. And I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. Maybe it would be different if he were a long-time friend or a romantic partner and I had greater investment in the relationship, and thus greater interest in trying to understand his behavior and forgive. But he was just someone I had fucked a few times and though we had a great time, I'm now moving out of Unitown and I have not had a chance to form a deeper relationship with him. At this point, he's easily replaceable and thus not worthy of the effort to understand and potentially forgive.
So I made a compromise with myself.
I texted him the next day to thank him for a wonderful day. (He texted back the same). But then decided to never see him again.
He texted a few days later to ask how my day's been. I didn't respond.
Then texted again a few days after that: "Are we still talking?"
I responded: "You only get one chance to treat me badly."
And that was it.
Call me spoiled if you must, but I just can't be bothered. There are so many men out there who can fulfill his role (fuck-buddy) in my life, why would I take any shit from any of them, even if that little bit of shit comes with lots and lots of ice cream?
Similar/Related Posts:
An Almost Perfect MFM Threesome
How Trusting is Trusting?
Pervertically Virtuous | June 8, 2013 at 10:39 am | Tags: alpha male, disrespect, friendship, fuck buddy | Categories: Life According to Z | 

These women would eat me alive!