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I sat at a table on the patio, looking out over the dull muddy water. I had already ordered a drink, and now I was just relaxing as the hordes of people at the popular tourist spot thronged around me. The sunlight was bright on this beautiful hot summer day, and even the normally dun-colored river was reflecting brilliant flashes of light. My drink arrived, served with a wink and a smile by a short-skirt clad cutie. I smiled back, raised my glass to her and took a sip. I watched as she walked away. I settled back down into my chair. It had been a long day, but a good one. I was tired, but happy. Of course, I was happy. Because scant moments ago, I was in her embrace. Or perhaps more accurately, she was in mine. I still caught a whiff of her scent at odd moments, but I didn't mind. I was happy to carry a little extra reminder of her with me, even if only just for a little while. I just know there was probably a faraway look in my eyes, hidden behind my sunglasses, as I thought of her. I still saw her pretty face, her quick smile and the afternoon sun on her sleek skin. I didn't even need to close my eyes to imagine it. It had all started out so normally. One day I was in the mood for something new. Someone different. I had called her and before you knew it, I was at her door. Her door swung open, and I came face to face with my tour guide. And though I didn't know it at the time, just like that, that was the start of my journey. Very shortly afterwards, I found myself cruising over the flat plains of her belly. I topped the gentle rise of her breasts. I smelled the fragrant gardens of her hair, tasted the sweet nectar between her thighs. And most of all, I luxuriated with my mouth on hers, our tongues languidly stroking. I sampled the delights that were there for the everyday average sightseer such as myself. But it was near the end of that first time, as we lay entwined on her bed, that she hesitantly asked me if I were interested in more. She told me that she had some rather special interests. Ones she knew many casual visitors wouldn't be interested in. She asked me if I was interested in helping her explore them. I listened, curious at first, and then intrigued. Was I interested? I looked down and I realized that my anatomy was betraying me. She followed my glance, and then laughed. In this business, most ladies had catered to my every whim, treated me like a king. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm hardly complaining. That was an utterly wonderful thing, and I loved it. But this was something entirely different again. She was asking me to explore her fantasies, her fetishes. To fullfill her dreams, not mine. I realized that she was asking me if I wanted to live like a local for a while. To go native. To experience her world at a deeper level than her more casual visitors. I told her, of course I was interested. I was flattered to have been asked. We talked about it a little while longer, and soon it was time for me to go. I gave her a soft kiss and hug and left with a smile. I returned, a few days later, with a small sack. I'd never done anything quite like this before. But I had taken the time to read up on it, to feel confident that I wouldn't embarrass myself. I was a quick study. I always had been. I just hoped I was quick enough this time. I gave her a kiss at the door. She smelled great and looked even better. She ushered me in, offered me a drink. She put some soft music on and sat beside me. We looked at each other for a moment. There was nothing more to say. I leaned in, touched her cheek with my hand. Her face was cool under my warm fingertips. I closed my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Her tongue writhed like the serpent in the Tree of Knowledge, seductively calling me hither. We barely paused for breath before we started to frantically pull at each other's clothes, stripping down to our bare skin in a matter of seconds. We lay back on the bed, devouring each other like starved teenagers. It was time. "Do you still want to do this?" Her face lit up in a huge grin. "Uh, yeah!" I went to get my sack of goodies. I withdrew a spool of rope and a fistful of silk neckties. I smiled as I tied one of the neckties to her wrist, then tied the rope to the necktie. I threw the spool or rope under the bed, picked it up on the other side. I tied her other wrist with another necktie and again to the rope. She tugged experimentally with one of her hands and found she could barely move. She started to squirm and squeal with anticipation. I smiled. I needed to hurry up, or I wouldn't get to finish this before I lost my self-control. I tied her ankles with more neckties and the rest of the rope. She was spreadeagled on the bed, quivering with anticipation. She looked gorgeous, lying there. I was almost finished. There was only one last thing to do. I drew one last necktie from my sack. I brought it up to her face. Stopped. Looked into her eyes. "Do it", she hissed. I tied the necktie around her head, blinding her to the world with fine, soft Italian silk. Finally. She lay there with a smile, and I stepped back to admire my handiwork. This was what we had talked about. What she wanted me to do. But I suddenly felt a twinge of panic. I realized that I hadn't thought about what I was going to do next. I guess I had figured I was just going to do what came naturally. That certainly had never been a problem for me in the past. The trouble was, this didn't come naturally to me. For you see, I am a gentle man, and I am a gentleman. But I felt as if I was on the edge of an exciting new adventure. As if I were standing on the edge, looking down before that very first bungee jump into the darkness. I knew I was about to embark on a different kind of journey today. I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. My tongue slipped tentatively into her mouth, and she sucked on it hungrily. I straddled her belly and stroked her shoulders, her arms, those wonderful breasts, kissing her with more and more intensity. I took her bound hands in mine and we twined our fingers, and I stretched out and brushed her chest with mine. I watched her face as she breathed heavily. Her mouth opened into an O as she reached for me. I slid up, knelt before her, slipping my cock between those red, red lips. Yes. Yes, this is what she wanted. She slurped sloppily and noisily, thrusting her head, taking me in deep. I started to gently thrust. I didn't want to choke her. But she had other ideas. She started to lunge violently, and I felt my cock slip hard into the back of her throat with every thrust. I matched her thrust for thrust. I couldn't hold back any longer. I hovered over her head, on my hands and knees as I let loose deep into her throat. She sucked and sucked, draining every last drop from me. I pulled away, already shriveling. She was still sucking and I came away with a soft pop. That was.. heavenly. But fair is fair. It was her turn now. I knelt between those tightly bound tensed legs. I stroked the insides of her thighs with my fingertips, softly kissed the insides of her knees and the soft pale skin between her thighs. I was just inches away from her labia, and it glistened as I kissed closer and closer, circled around and around as she writhed and moaned softly. I touched my tongue oh so delicately down, and her face tensed into a grimace, her lips parted, flashing brilliantly white teeth. She tensed, pulling hard against the silk binding her wrists, her ankles. Oh, I was a tease. I softly flicked with my tongue, pulled back, flicked again. Over and over again. I swirled ever so delicately, feeling her clitoris harden under my touch. I looked up and her mouth was open and she panted as I reached up and rolled her eraser-tip nipples between my fingers. I thrust my tongue deep inside, tasting her briny depths, feeling as if I was diving face first into the cradle of life, the primordeal origins of the world. She stiffened suddenly and gave out a low moan, crescendoing louder and louder. She pulled hard against her bindings and I heard a loud brrip as one ankle came free. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FUUUCKK!!" She bucked against my head and I kept lapping, gentler now, as she shuddered in the aftermath. I reached up and removed the tie from her head, and she looked up at me with misty eyes. "Come here." And she kissed my soaked and slippery face as I reached up and untied her hands. I reached down and untied her one still bound ankle. I held her as her pulsing and shuddering slowed, then came to a stop. We were out of words. Our sighs, our caresses, the way our bodies had responded to each other had said it all for us already. I kissed her, softly now. But she knew that gentle cuddling wasn't what my body really wanted. Funny she thought that, what with my hard cock poking her in the leg. Good thing that it wasn't what she wanted either. She reached down and grasped me, her eyes narrowing and my mouth broadening into an evil grin. We both jumped up and scrambled for the condoms on the night table at the same time, knocking some of them off. But she had managed to hold on to one and she frantically tore at it, popping it between her lips as she was already moving down between my knees. She unrolled the condom onto me, hard, in a single fast stroke. She kept thrusting, harder and harder, my cock edging a little further into her throat with every stroke. There are times when the veneer of civilization falls away. Times when we are revealed for the bare step beyond wild animals that we are. And though I knew I was still that gentle man, that gentleman, I was also someone else now. I roared as I sat upright, roughly pushing her onto her back. And I grasped her wrists hard with my hands and held her down as I entered her slick wetness. It felt different to be rough and assertive with her. It was terra incognita, unknown alien lands to this traveller far from home. It felt... it felt.... good. But reflection was the furthest thing on my mind, as I plunged, as I impaled, as I assaulted her again and again. My mouth was on her, and our tongues fought their own little battle in their own slick battlefield. I let go of her wrists, and she dug her nails into my back as I grasped her neck with one hand. Fuck gentlemanliness. I wanted what I wanted, and I wanted it now. And I was just going to take it. I came and came hard, filling her with my cum. My heart was still pounding and I was still gasping for breath as I pulled away. We were both dripping with sweat. Her hair was a total mess, her makeup was reduced to smears. She lay on a bed that looked as if a bomb had gone off on it. But I still thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world as she smiled back, satiated. I'm a big believer in the adage that travel broadens you. It does, it really does. I've travelled much in the last few years. Oh, some days when I've been away I've missed my friends, my family, my home. But I've also met new friends, discovered brothers from another mother, felt at home in places I've never been before. I've seen things I'd only seen in books and television, sampled cuisines both exotic and homey, had experiences that I'd never dreamed I'd ever have. It's truly made me a better person. But the trip I had taken today, was a trip in more than one sense of the word. Who is this man that this lady has unleashed? I don't know. He has my voice and my face, but I don't recognize him. But I know I will be walking in his shoes again, with that beautiful creature, in her bed. I know I will once again be a tourist, in my own town. I'll travel figurative miles, though it will only be crossing her threshold and her living room floor. And I know we will be travelling this path together. The old me would have said we would be making this journey hand in hand. But now, it would probably be more likely that we'll be travelling with my hands on her wrists, my weight holding her down as I had my way. The ice tinkled in my drink. Yes, it's a beautiful summer evening indeed.

Hi, I just came across your post. I can not imagine how hard it must be. I lost a family member who I was very closed to, and I still feel like a part of me is missing and it will never be the same. It's sad, so sad. I admire your courage and your ability to ask for guidance and help! I assume that it was me you were referring to. I must say that as special as this can make me feel, I agree with those who said it was better to forget that idea. I don't feel like I could be able to help you in any way, and to me it seems like this situation can just make things harder for you. As its been said before I am not her, I am probably completely different, and I am afraid that there is nothing I could do or say that could comfort you... I do think that you should try and maybe go on a date, or even book time with an SP (I would be happy to recommend someone if I know them). It would ease you into the idea of moving on with your heart, because I am sure you wife is by your side and would be sad to see you aching and lonely. She will always hold a place in your heart and getting close to someone else is just about you, taking care of you. I really wish you the best! I thought it was important to write you and show my support... Love, Lola xox

A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella. I think she would have been hot as hell with a pair of Louboutin!

Many of you may have seen posts on the other board about Melissa Fox coming onto the Ottawa scene. And then the question and some speculation that possibly ... could we be so lucky??? ... could this be none other than one of Ottawa's best-known, and best admired, ladies making a re-appearance? Well, after having spent an entire evening with her recently, and after just gettting her permission to disclose this bit of wonderful news, I'm very happy to announce that yes ... Melissa Fox is none other than Michelle MA! As those of you who have seen Melissa in her former MA roles both at CMJ and as an independent, already likely know, she always has received good reviews due to her fantastic attitude and the fact that she really loves what she does. She can be quiet or gregarious, sensual or absolutely wild. Both cerb and terb are legion with great reviews of this lady under her former Michelle MA moniker. When I first saw the postings about Melissa Fox, I posted that I didn't think it was her even though there was something oddly familiar about those beautiful eyes and gorgeous backside. Well ... within hours ... I got a pm from her saying that yes, it was her, but she needed a little more time before she wanted people to make the connection. That time has now passed. In talking with her, "Melissa Fox" is essentially a new person, offering (as indicated on her website) everything from her classic ... and really good ... massage to a full service visit, but very limited appointments and very low volume. My visit with her was fantastic as always, starting with drinks and wine at a dowtown Ottawa restaurant and then walking, slipping and sliding back to the hotel a few blocks away on a very snowy night. We caught up on each other's lives, as we have many times before, and she caught me up on her decision to create Melissa. To be very clear, "Michelle MA," even with the fond memories, is yesterday's news. Back at the hotel, while I took care of some personal calls, Melissa took a shower and ... just before I hung up ... she came sauntering out of the bathroom barely wearing a towel and one of those classic ... for those of you who know her ... really, really naughty girl expressions causing me almost to mess up my pants. There are few ladies that can get me as excited as she does. We had a great session with BBBJ (YMMV) that could have gone on for hours and any position I was interested including a few she suggested. There have been a few postings about Melissa's "body type." Its fair to say that Melissa has gained just a bit of weight, but for those who know her, she has a very healthy mature figure and she looks great. There are new photos on her website melissafoxottawa.com. I have met a number of absolutely wonderful ladies in Ottawa, but Melissa has been my "gold standard" for quite a while because of her sincerity and the connection I have made, and managed to maintain, with her. To paraphrase Bob Seger, she has made me a wealthy soul and I wish her the very best.

I don't offer oral without condoms, because I'm not comfortable with the risk level. But I think as long as everyone knows the risks involved and is fine with taking them, it's all good. We take risks every day all the time, and weigh on which ones are worth the potential pay-off and which ones aren't, and to me, sex isn't any different! It's also possible to contract some STIs even with a condom, especially those that are transferred through skin-to-skin contact like herpes and HPV. It's true when they say that the only safe-sex is no sex, but where's the fun in that? ;)

There are a couple of things to think about, my first piece of advice you already know, that it isn't life or death issue, and possibly it just really doesn't matter that much. If you made it less about 2nd shots, and try to space out and prolong the first one, you will relax more. One thing I tell some callers is that the session isn't actually cheaper with more shots, it isn't like 150 is 150 for one, and 75 each for 2 sogs lol. Plus more effort and energy and disappointment can occur and frustration if the session is designed to allow for 2 shots, but there is no 2nd, but in the meantime the first one was over in the first 15 minutes, the 2nd one didn't happen but 30 minutes are spent frantically trying to make it work. Seems counterproductive. But the tips I have are the first one is done right away, within or less than 10 minutes. This maximizes your recovery time. There should be a rest period, like massage or foreplay activity, no real attempt to get hard, just recovery. Then when there is direct contact, keep it to hand work only, without condom for a while, then on with the condom, which should include warming lubricant inside the condom to add more sensation for you. Avoid laying on your back on the 2nd sog, get upright, doggy or standing. Then finally, think outside the box. With condom on and in full service, chances are a 2nd sog feels like it isn't going to happen. So switch, to a hj, uncovered, and you should be standing or upright. I suppose if she does bbbjs, then stick with that. In the standing position, and without condom, this is the way to find out if the 2nd sog will happen at all. And keep note of the time, be the one to pack it in, don't make her have to say it. Acknowledge a valient effort was made, but it is time to say not today. And repeat. You've seen 5 different sps, but can do this with an SO. Doing it with the SO means you can do it when you know the person, so repeat with one a few times, then try the 2nd sog. Don't do it or expect it on the first visit, or the 2nd, stick with shorter sessions if you can, then one day opt for the hour and try it out.

So had alittle time on my hands and came up with this thought.... If you could buy three things from Walmart (or a store) to freak out a cashier what would they be? It can be anything in the store...... The following are a few examples My Picks: Bottle of personal lube, a banana, and a small pineapple Condoms, peanut butter, and a mouse trap Rat poison, bleach, and a "Sorry for your loss" Hallmark card Allright who's next?

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Yep nothing sexy than a pair of black pumps finishing off that lady wardrobe. Something just so sexy after you knock on the door and hear the click of the pumps on the floor as she makes her way to open the door.

Just a reminder---if you accidentally put the condom on backwards and then go to flip it over, you've essentially defeated the purpose of wearing the condom in the first place. It sucks, but you actually have to get a new one out and start over.

I can't wear flat shoes because I'm so used to very high heels. Hey those 6 inch stilleto pumps add to my height so I ain't complaining. Plus they are sexy as hell even with no clothes on. It's my number one staple in my attire when seeing clients and I have 3 identical pairs in black which match with everything.... until they go out of style and then they are history in my books. I'm not big on owning hundreds of pairs or shoes or even handbags and will buy a few for each season because I don't like spending too much on them because the style and season changes. The only thing I will spend a lot of money on are Louis Vuitton handbags because those items are classic and will always be in style. My phiolosophy is if I can look good for less, then hell yes! I'm not into labels unless they are timeless. My favorite shoe at the moment....

I think A fuck me pump/sexy high heel is a key to the experience... Ladies just remember we (I) always want you to leave them on. Many women have said, especially when moving to 69 position "oh let me take these off so I don't kick you with them" let me tell you my prefrerence is LEAVE THEM ON!!! its fucking hot lol! So ladies please remember stockings (with a garter belt) and heels are well worth the time and investment :) DoM ;)

I wish I could say that it get's easier... but that would be flippant. The truth is, we are all humans and when you spend any significant amount of time with ANYONE, be they a provider, a friend, your favourite server at a restaurant, or whomever - when that bond gets broken by change, it hurts. It's not unnatural - it's love. I am not speaking of the romantic kind of love that tears at your soul, I am talking of the love that we feel for those important to us. It's too great to be called a fondness, you can't just say that you "like" them; they are way too important to you for such trivial terms. To not harbour some degree of sadness would be far more worrisome than what you are feeling now. My own experience with this is very similar. My first "regular" provider in this city and I struck such a bond that at times it almost felt like a vanilla world relationship. She has been in and out of the business for a few years now, and we do see each other from time to time, but it does hurt that she is not around. I understand that she is moving on, and a big part of me is thankful that she has found other things in her life to fulfill her ultimate desires for happiness. It was because of her that I found CERB. She still haunts memories but now when I think of her, I smile. By leaving, she gave me the opportunity to explore new avenues, to foster new relationships and to experience so much more... now I have a far wider circle of "love" and I have her to thank for that. I miss her. I miss her sound, her taste and her touch. I miss the way she used to make me feel... but she has given me two great gifts and those in no small measure are compensation. I have the memory of my time with her; it sits on a shelf in my mind that is easily accessible. She also gave me the opportunity to share of myself with others - here - and for that I am more than grateful. My advice? Don't forget her but let yourself try to move on. Find someone that will help start a new memory shelf. There are so many beautiful women on here that can and will ease your pain, I am sure that any number of them would be willing to give it a shot.

Greetings to all who continue to follow this little trip of mine. again, excuse lower case. sooooo, the surgery went well, bone and muscle and tendon are healing well. i start physio on wednesday, 3 times per week, and keep the sling on for another three weeks minimum (learning new skills everyday, putting a shirt on, socks one handed, jerking off...wait a minute i learned that two weeks ago!, putting jeans on. simple but this is driving me nuts! driving short distances...getting in and out is a process, as is hooking up the seat belt and putting the damn key in to start the car! bone tests on the surrounding bone came out clean!!! yay the tests on the muscle surrounding the effective area not so much. now know why my deltoid was so sore prior to surgery, the effected area was shredded. although they thought they cut wide enough around to get all of it, the tests showed still some active cancer cells. they have decided to let the internals heal, get some strength back into the arm them more directed chemo therapy. go to Toronto to see another specialist next week. so, bottom line, probably means i don't need to buy that new putter yet, still searching the want ads for one-armed paper hanger jobs and will uncork the glenmorangie after the sling goes away.....and play time soon!!!! thanx again for your kind thoughts, wishes and prayers theliquor still smiling, and licking(soon)

There is such a variety.Boots,over the knee, thigh high,latex, leather, heels, wedges,stilettoes, maryjanes, mules.Flats to sky high. Do you think shoes are an important part of your sp's attire, do they add to the session, and if so what are your favorites and why. I prefer a high heel platform or mule. I think they are hot, naughty looking, add height, obviously,leg length and an aura of sex. Hence the saying "come fuck me shoes"

This post is intended to gently educate those who contact me and after getting rates and info say " that much just for HJ?" NO IT IS NOT THE RATE FOR HJ, my sessions are full treatments that are skilled and for the whole duration of the time spent. You are booking the whole experience, no just what happens in the last 20 min! If you come in, and only have the end on your mind, you are going to miss the point:( The point being, time and place to feel pampered, aroused and to inspire the touch sensation that one may crave whilst not having to "go all the way". Just as when you are booking a GFE encounter, you are going to experience the many different hosting activities, including companionship, attention, sensuality, her personality and entertainment. NOT what happens only in the sac! It is about the whole experience from beginning to end. I hope that this helps you to understand, as it is disheartening for me to hear" that much JUST for HJ?" As it discredits the hard work, education and skill involved with this type of service:( Perhaps if you try it, you will see it much much more than JUST a HJ;)

I had no more rep points:( all the posts are hilarious, and deserve some, fun thread too.Thanks for the laughs preparation h adult diapers drain plug

Bra and panties set, whip cream and a Happy Birthday Mom card.

Chloroform, a bag of rags and a shovel.

I like Angela because she is living proof that sexy knows no age. She gives hope to the rest of us. :icon_wink:

Be sure to check her ID if you visit her. Some complaints about her age is why the account is under review.

I personally haven't had any hair on my head since 1990!!!! It's like the ruins of Rome up there, all you can see now is the remnants of a once great civilization! HAHAHAHA!!!! As for what colour hair I prefer on a woman, it really doesn't matter to me. I just came off a nine month run of seeing only blondes. It's not that I went out of my way looking for blondes, they just happened to be the women who attracted me the most. Now the last last two women I've seen have black hair, again...they attracted me, so I saw them. Like what's been previously said, once we're naked...hair colour isn't important! MUAH!!! ;)

For me being a bit of a foot guy I love to see a lady wear sexy heels or a nice pair of boots. I agree with Dominoeffect and would prefer ladies to leave the shoes on during play time but find many ladies don't saying they don't want to accidentally hurt me (not sure the stats on shoe injuries during play time - but I'm willing to take a chance :-) ). I'm not particular about stockings and realize they are quite an expense for the ladies, so my preference is no stockings (my least favorite style of stocking is fishnet - never caught my fancy for some reason).

human contact can be relaxing and sweet truly. But the Human body has thousands of pours sweat glands and germs.There is always something. the Tooth brush and towel you use is contaminated. your clothes and your hair. And the reason I remind people of this is that recently I've gotten a Bad skin infection recently either just from other peoples sweat or skin, and I shower immediately after EVERY call even if it is just cuddling. So this has been added to my MANY reason's I would rather not be sticking strangers penises or tongues in my mouth along side with my obviously wise reasons of "I'm clumsy and some times I misbite when I eat and bite my lip or cheek taking a large chunk out regularly so 9/10 I usually have an open sore in my mouth if I don't have a split lip do to I lost my chap stick somewhere" I mean not to tell people bbbj's are wrong and gross. By all means I understand why people ask for them. Not every one orders the thinnest non latex condom avil online like I do. But personally I would rather not wake up with a sore and puss filled mouth instead of a belly button next time or ever or any one else to. the unfortunate thing is I'm really unsure how I can protect myself from skin infections other then deal with them cause even keeping super clean isn't enough to keep protected

He did... and let's just say that I get squeamish eating liver, so this will definitely NOT be on the menu at any future gathering chez le vieux chien

LOL I watched it until the guy cut up the half-cooked BBQed placenta on his plate then I closed it... Couldn't go much further without taking a chance of ending up visiting the bathroom... I would be curious to know if he tried it or not lol

Reading a bedtime story to my 2 year old son and when I was done he rolled over and said, "Daddy you know what, you're my best friend".

ladies....both those black pumps....sweet..one glossy and one flat black.......but damn!!!!

Hello there arab-prince I am tall, curvy and have a little kink in me ;) Same goes for my friend BERLIN.

Omg I shouldn't have open this thread. I feel weak right now :shock: The price to pay to be curious. :chug:

Great news about the bone being clean!!! been thinking of you often and sending positive thoughts and hugs. xoxo

Touch me, I wanna feel your body! Lol. My feet are beautiful and love the attention eventhough I am only 5'3". Heels make the lady!

I once had a very lovely gent ask me to pretend to be his coworker. "No worries"I said and I got right into the role. My real name isn't odd but it isn't really popular; I almost freaked out when he started calling me by my real name...the name of his coworker. I only know one other person who is my age with my name so it was difficult to stay in character lol.

An update from After Dark last night around the 2.5 hour mark, Emmett and Jillian after lights out in the HOH room actually having sex. Kind of unmistakable and not at all just making out, since the cameras do the night vision and stayed on the two of them for 5 or 10 minutes lol. Just kind of reinforces the idea they already know each other well

I was with an beautiful SP last week and overall the experience was mindblowing and one of the most amazing things to ever happen to me. I have to say that she was what only could be described as perfection and I'll be forever grateful to her. (I've told her this and reco'd the same so I'm sure she would just laugh at my next revelation) During our encounter she would make cute "pleasure sighs" (Mmmmmm) which were very endearing and I appriciated but my wife does the exact same thing in the exact same way. The first time she did it I was like, "wait a minute,is my wife here?". Luckily, it didn't really throw me at all, I love it when my wife does it too. But the tone and sound and throatiness of it was the same.

I can't imagine any world where a non latex condom would make things more difficult. Non-latex condoms are known for allowing more warmth, more natural feeling and more sensitivity. They are often called "Bare" or similar, because of this, It seems to me that this is definitely a mind over matter issue, because the difference of going from latex to non latex has to be very noticeably better.

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Absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!! I love hair. I love the feel, the smell, the way it tickles. When I was young and naive, I was attracted to blondes. I dated them, was in long term relationships with them and married them. Now... well now is different. Now I see the woman. I see that beauty comes in a variety of flavours, colours and sizes. I still want to run my fingers through hair, but it doesn't matter whether it's the colour of sun dried wheat, honey, chocolate or as black as night. If the bearer of that hair doesn't mind my hands, I am good to go!!!

Man oh man do i love a woman in heels in or out of bed. In fact it is a bit of a Tumblr addiction right now...... So fir me i do not like the high platform stripper shoes....in fact they are a downer for me. Simple stilleto style. FMP fuck me pumps....perkaboo style toes are incredible Strappy sandle typor even the simple mule.....but the mule does not stay on the ladies foot well when changing positions. With or without stockings a sexy piece of footwear is s must. Boots cover up the sexy calf to much. Wedges seem to clunky Flats and maryjanes are slso a downer for the antler I like the leg to be amplified.....it looks freaking great! Posted via Mobile Device

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Great post Serena. Hygiene is so important. And I totally agree about using condoms for bj. Our health is the single most important thing. People often forget about the health risks in pursuit of pleasure and that anyone can be a carrier and not know it. Carriers can be symptom free but still transmit the infection. Some people still want to believe that bare bjs are safe - they aren't.

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What's that saying? "...a time and a season for all things...". The depth of feeling you have about the companion you've lost is a perfect indicator of how fortunate you were for the experience in the first place, and to have had her company for the time that you did. That's one of those things in life; early on it keeps giving you new things and experiences, but over time you're forced to deal with the feelings when something, often completely out of our control, takes them away. It's always a hard transition, but I find that grief eventually gives way to that second sentiment of appreciation. And while it's common to feel like a lost partner was The One, that's not true... what you've really learned is that such experiences are possible for you, and while there's still time you should look for them again. Don't forget anything; that's never the point. Let your memories of what's possible motivate you into moving forward. I always hated it when people would make these kind of statements when I was in the midst of grief; it sounds so trite and almost like it's trying to trivialize the loss or the person I missed. But not so. Really it's just an assurance that you've had a wonderful human experience, and it's worth searching for again. You can absolutely recapture that feeling with someone new. But you need to put in some work to get there. That's one of life's great adventures. So you're Columbus and you discovered the Bahamas? Awesome! But now that's behind you, time for another voyage. Cuba and the Americas are waiting. I guess my only practical advice is: time. And to not stop trying with new people. And try not to let the shadow of your old experiences get in the way of appreciating the new ones while they're happening.

There was this lady at the gas station who called everyone dear. Hello dear, thank you dear. Got quite anoying because she was using it on everyone, so it really wasn't a special endearment. One day, musta been a little grumpy, after the usual how are you dear, I replied, I'm doing great Moose. She was kinda startled, but I think she understood that this is a business establishment and maybe calling me dear once in the conversation might be ok, but to say it 5 times is a bit much. In this business, I call everyone sweetie. Once I know their name, then I can call them by their name, but until then, its sweetie.

The perception of heat transfer is an important attribute for me. Traditional condoms were very poor at this. Brands like Bare Avanti and Kimono are much better. A little silicone lube inside the tip seems to give me better heat transfer. Pjur Woman is a really great all-around lube -- great for guys too! Re bbbj vs cbj: for me cbjs just LOOK too silly to really enjoy. If bbbj is not on offer, I prefer to move onto something else rather than a cbj. And yes, I agree the experience is not about ticking off acronyms; for me, mutual sensitivity to one's partner's reactions is what generates that satisfying aura of pleasureable sexual chemistry. Creativity, past exprience and openness all count here...

Cock rings come in different materials and configurations. In my experience with older men and men with erectile uncertainties, the man's comfort with the device is very important. I urge men to check out the various models and decide what they want to try. Every one of these has advantages and some drawbacks. All of the toys here are available at Honey Gifts in Vancouver. There are the leather ones with snaps that capitalman mentioned. These are well made from good-quality leather. With four snaps, there are several adjustment options. The snaps make it easy to remove the ring after ejaculation. Leather rings cost $12-15. There are lasso-type adjustable ones: These work best when slipped around the penis and scrotum. The one on the left is made of medical-grade surgical rubber which will make it easy to clean. However, if you're allergic to latex, this may not be the best choice. The ring on the right is made of silicone. Both are fully adjustable for the fit that feels best for you. The rubber one costs about $10 and the silicone is about $19. There are silicone ones that come in different sizes and shapes: These silicone rings are very stretchy. You slide them on over the penis and you can stretch them to go around the scrotum, too, if you like. I keep a set of the ones on the far left in my condom bag. The ones in the middle have different bumps and spines of different textures, all intended to provide additional clitoral stimulation for the woman. The one on the far right is similar to the trio on the left, but has a bigger diameter. These silicone rings cost about $10 for the sets as well as for the single one. And there are some elite models that are beautifully designed and include variable pulse vibrators: This model is made by Lelo, is fully adjustable, rechargeable and costs $126.00. I've never used this model, but Lelo makes ultra high-quality sex toys that are durable, beautifully designed and, the women's toys, at least, are worth every penny. There are other models that have built-in clit vibrators and perineum stimulators. Good ones are made of silicone and can be found in adult toy stores. Cheap, disposable models are available on the racks where condoms are sold in drugstores. I wouldn't use the drugstore variety as most of them are made of a gel substance that is often used in inexpensive sex toys but which can have some unpleasant health consequences for women who are exposed to it frequently. Cock rings should fit snugly, not tightly. As capitalman said, they help to maintain erections by restricting the blood flow. However, if too tight, they may make ejaculation difficult or impossible. Even though these are designed for men, it's important to consider the woman with whom they are used. I am very picky about what can come in contact with my body, particularly my genitals. For that reason, if you are with me, we can either use one of the stretchy, silicone rings that I provide, or you can bring a brand-new, still-in-the-original-sealed-package model of the kind you prefer. I will discard the one you bring after we part company (I don't keep toys in labelled envelopes for each client). The silicone rings are boilable and can be washed in the dishwasher, which means that I know how they were cleaned. As I noted, above, I won't use toys made of gel, at all. Since these toys are inexpensive, buy a couple of different kinds and try them by yourself. See what feels easiest to put on and take off, whether you want more adjustment control or whether you just like the feel of one more than another. I usually ask clients to put the rings on themselves to avoid pinching or pulling pubic hair uncomfortably. Finally, although it's easy for me to say, please don't feel embarrassed or anxious about using a cock ring with a paid companion. Erectile difficulties happen to all men at some point. Being with a new partner can increase anxiety a bit in addition to the various health problems that are a product of aging and lifestyle. Using a cock ring with a condom can be a great way to have a very satisfying, safe encounter with a paid companion.