Tell me something...

fieryjen said:
Interesting... I can orgasm from intercourse alone, but no one but myself has ever been able to make me come by stimulating my clit. I guess I'm different. :confused:

I'm exactly the same. I can cum quite easily from both vaginal and anal intercourse, but if someone wants to make my cum orally, they need to finger me as well!
 
my moms here visiting...and it may be selfish but i dont want her to spend time with anyone but me...and im jealous of the relationship she has with her sister...now that ive typed it...it seems extremly stupid...shes like a lil piece of the state i love and i dont want her to go...i wanna go home...i dont like PA...its a crap shoot...
 
shyguy...my ex was 10 inches and dumb as a rock. He couldnt fuck worth a damn. He had it stuck in his head that his size could carry him. WRONG! A big cock does not make you a good lover. ;)
 
Disappointed...

Was chatting with a hot lady on IM... she was horny... i described explicitly how I'd like to satisfy her.... long descriptions of how I'd please her with my lips, tongue, fingers, and of course cock. She became more and more aroused, told me she was masturbating with a dildo.... begged for more, told me how close she was.... my descriptions became more rabid... i was sucking, nibbling, biting.... telling her to grind her wetness into my face, my mouth.... give it all to me... let me suck every drop of her sweet wetness....

finally she cums in what she described as a hot, moaning orgasm....

She brb's me to go clean up, comes back...

Then comes back and says, "My baby's crying, I have to go" :confused:

So was it all a fake? Now I know how it feels to be left.... hanging... unsatisfied.... frustrated....
 
march_manness said:
Disappointed...

Was chatting with a hot lady on IM... she was horny... i described explicitly how I'd like to satisfy her.... long descriptions of how I'd please her with my lips, tongue, fingers, and of course cock. She became more and more aroused, told me she was masturbating with a dildo.... begged for more, told me how close she was.... my descriptions became more rabid... i was sucking, nibbling, biting.... telling her to grind her wetness into my face, my mouth.... give it all to me... let me suck every drop of her sweet wetness....

finally she cums in what she described as a hot, moaning orgasm....

She brb's me to go clean up, comes back...

Then comes back and says, "My baby's crying, I have to go" :confused:

So was it all a fake? Now I know how it feels to be left.... hanging... unsatisfied.... frustrated....


ive done that on phone chat lines...i got off and i didnt wanna keep going and they did...so i just hung up...
 
desired_tempest said:
anyone see that thread about pee pics yet?...gross...
I'm not fond of it either, but then some people aren't fond of what turns me on. As long as it's between two consenting adults, they can do what they want.
 
i have something to say to someone but their never around to hear or read it...and i have to get it out somehow...so...here goes...

[size=-4] Sometimes I wonder if what I'm feeling is even real. I tell myself everyday I can live without you. I call your number if not every day then its every other day, but it's still disconnected. Imagine that. I wear that stupid ring still, can't seem to take it off just for a day. Keep thinking a ring of all things will bring you back. I asked you the question is it me you want or the sex and you said thats a tough choice. Treating me like shit is not the way to get to me. I hate you. I want to beat the shit out of you for the pain you've been putting me through. You have no idea. None. No matter what I say or do it's not enough. I moved here for you. Where are you? Not here with me. You're supposedly living with your ex gf who's just a "room-mate". Makes me laugh to think I actually believed you at first. Thank you for ruining me, taking a chunk of my life from me, making me have hope when there is none.[/size]
 
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Men, women, cars, and broad generalizations

Men and women think of the opposite sex a lot like they think of cars. Follow me on this.

With few exceptions, men like cars. Given enough money, they'd have a big stable of cars. Fast cars. Big cars. Trucks. A yellow one. A red one.

The sports car might be fun for a day or two, but it needs constant care and attention, and those special tires are really expensive. The big off-road truck is also great fun, but it gets horrible mileage and it isn't really appropriate for dinner-and-a-movie night. Each guy would have one special car that he'd drive more often than the others. For some guys it just may be the Ferrari or the Jeep, or it may be the four-door sedan that can take everybody to the park in comfort, but there is something about that particular automobile that speaks to him in a special way.

Men also like women. Again, with a few exceptions. Given enough money and skill, most men would have a bunch of women in their harem. Dark ones. Light ones. Big ones. Small ones.

Like cars, women come in many different styles and flavors, and some are more suited to a particular man's mood. He may like riding the redhead once a month, but maybe she's a pain in the ass every other day. That dusky brunette is very exotic, and it's occasionally fun to walk into a club with her on your arm and see every guy and girl in the place turn their head to see who she's with, but the constant smoking makes your clothes smell bad. Of all the women he associates with, there is one that he enjoys spending more time with; there is one that he loves more than the others. There is one that he wants to be the mother of his children.

Women, with few exceptions, don't really get into the whole car thing. They shop around and find a good car that meets their needs and buy it. They drive it and they're happy as long as it does its job and doesn't break down. Given all the money in the world, most women would still drive just one car. Granted, that car might be a Mercedes or a Honda, depending on the income level, but once they've found a car they like, they generally keep it for a while.

When a woman finds a good man, she settles in for the long haul. She wants to get married and start a family. She wants a good home in a good school district. She wants to feel secure in the knowledge that her man isn't going to cheat on her. She may have dated lots of men, but none of them were just right, so she let them go. The "test drive" just didn't feel right.

Here's where it gets interesting.

Most men don't have unlimited money and time to spend on cars and women. So they end up buying a single car and settling down with a good woman. For a lot of couples, this works. But it's truly magical when a man meets a woman who loves cars. Or a woman meets a man who has never wanted more than one car. Those couples are made for each other.

What am I trying to say? I don't really know, but maybe there's this: Ladies, don't date a man with a subscription to Road and Track and who has posters of Lamborghinis on the garage wall and expect that he will be a one-woman man for the duration of your marriage. Men, don't date a woman who drives a ten-year-old Toyota and expect her to be receptive to the idea of a threesome.
 
I once heard that women date and marry men hoping they'll change, and are upset and disappointed when they don't.

Meanwhile men date and marry women hoping they'll never change, and are upset and disappointed when they do.

I'm finding that this seems to be true, whereas before I thought it was a joke, and that's an annoying revelation.
 
Ekserb said:
Men and women think of the opposite sex a lot like they think of cars. Follow me on this.

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I thought cars were supposed to represent men's penis sizes. Now I'm all confused.
 
Lorali82 said:
I thought cars were supposed to represent men's penis sizes. Now I'm all confused.
Gosh I hope not..if so i need to go buy a big ole red neck 4X4 pick up truck... :rolleyes:

Now for the "tell me something part"....The woman above me is just flat out smoking hot!! :devil:
 
Lorali82 said:
I thought cars were supposed to represent men's penis sizes. Now I'm all confused.

No, you're right, except that the auto is an inverse representation of the size of the driver's organ.
 
Hey Lorali, you sweet heart you. emmm hmmm. Now, I have joined this thread late. Lets see, I drive a Dodge Ram hemi quad cab pick up, and a Corvette Convertible. I am wondering what that tells you? lol. Ekserb, you be quiet. Grinzzz.
Spicey looks down at his privates, and grimaces. uggggg.
 
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im getting my chocolate fix....chocolate ice cream that has chunks of fudge and lil peanut butter cups all topped off with hot fudge...
 
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