My wife and I went on vacation with her best friend and her husband, and we decided to play a game where we would act like we were married to the other spouse. We spent the entire day with those reversed roles which was culminated that night in a group sex session that was mind blowing
That's a pretty easy but somewhat unexpected one.
Act gentle.
I know the description or address as "gentle man" is completely worn out.
Nevertheless, it is exactly what it describes best. Who wants, at least outside of porn, a guy who takes what he wants or what he thinks he deserves?
No, it's his gentle kindness that makes sure he gets it I want him to get.
It doesn't even have to be towards me. A helping hand for an old person struggling up the stairs, a kind word to a child who has lost their mother in a department store. That's quite enough
If my boss shouts at me, I don't care. If my colleagues are making sexist jokes, I don't care. If I help someone and they don't thank me for it but insult me, I don't care.
But when I ride my bike past a dead young cat and then think that somewhere a child is now desperately waiting for Miss Pussycat, who will never come home again, then I have to cry.
I do, all the time.
Ok, not all the time, when I'm exploring a great landscape I don't know, then my mind is occupied. But as soon as the horny bastard finds time the show begins.
I have and I would again. The bastard did it for nearly four hours. At the end he used a feather I normally used for writing.
I promised him a long and painful death if he didn't finished things and soon. He did.
After that I fell asleep for more than one hour.
It depends.
For some hours, yes, can be. Try to go on a hike wearing love balls or a long enough anal plug of you are male. It really can be fun to delay the inevitable.
But for days? No.
I get tetchy to a point where I start making plans to do horrible things to certain people and for men, well, I've been told it hurts