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I do get the chimney reference though.
I recently discovered that some cotton-mill workers got a similar complaint, due to the carcinogenic oil which they used to lubricate the machines. It soaked their trousers and provided another early example of an identified industrial disease.

Shale-oil was identified as the problem. :(
 

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I recently discovered that some cotton-mill workers got a similar complaint, due to the carcinogenic oil which they used to lubricate the machines. It soaked their trousers and provided another early example of an identified industrial disease.

Shale-oil was identified as the problem.:(
Yup, the ones who walked forwards & backwards in front of the machines. There are looms like that at the Manchester Science Museum. Every time I see them I think of the health risks in times gone by.
 

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Every time I see them I think of the health risks in times gone by.
Not so long ago - my parents' generation had to put up with such hazards at work.
My Mum's best friend who worked with her at a hat factory in the 1950s was exposed to benzene and is now dying of a cancer of the blood, similar to leukaemia (it might even be leukaemia - I don't know all the facts). My Mum was also exposed to some nasties too, but not so much.
 

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Presumably some enjoy it. I think you'd have to find one to ask. Anyone here want to own up?
Indeed, and more than you'd have thought. Some of them may even swear blind that they are appalled by such things, yet secretly harbour the desire to get stuck in. In fact, I guarantee it. Whether they will take the plunge or not is another thing. What people should appreciate is that everyone is different, and that what seems downright perverted to you, might be a weekend treat for me.
To be honest, to me, the idea of having sex with the same person for decades is incredible, I cannot quite understand how anyone can do it! Those that can do it, fair play, each to their own, it's not my place to look down my nose at what works for others.

Sad though it may be, some women get a very definite confidence boost when a gaggle of blokes are jostling to fuck them. Yes, they shouldn't have to throw themselves open to be used by all, but then again, in modern society, women are deemed "undesirable" if they aren't conventionally beautiful or are overweight, for example. I know lots of seriously obese women who would have no hope of being chatted up in a pub, yet who have varied and fulfilled sex lives with lots of men who aren't fussy about being third out of five. They don't get turned down because of their fat or their stretch marks and consequently are happy in themselves and get on with life as best they can. Sure, they should be watching their diet and getting healthy, but that could apply to us all. Meanwhile, life goes on.

There was a British TV documentary about it a few years ago. We watched it in the eager anticipation of a good laugh, it being a potentially funny subject an' all.

It was instead very sad. The women shown dogging were there more or less under duress from their male partners. The women were expected to service other men whom they didn't know and were obviously feeling humiliated. I felt sorry for them. It was NOT erotic; abusive, really.
None was enjoying it and they only seemed to be there because they were totally dominated.
Yes, I remember that and it was dismally sad, for all involved. However, I can tell you that there are other couples who, whilst indulging their D/s desires, get a real kick out of this sort of thing. There's no fucking way they are going to appear in a documentary though, disguises or not! I think that the people in that programme were...erm, less than average intelligence, shall we say, rather than being illustrative of those who enjoy different sex lives to the majority.
I know one particular lady who went from being a very strait-laced pillar of the community to being a real live-wire, for whom orally pleasuring 11 strangers in one evening is the norm, after she was "instructed" to do so by her Dominant partner. She left him not long afterwards because he couldn't keep up with her increasingly adventurous sexual desires! Actually, she still is the strait-laced pillar of the community, just one with a secret lurid sex life which sees her travelling up and down the country to clubs and parties. It's what fires her up, makes her feel alive, so who can criticise her? You only live once.

I myself have had an "unconventional" sex life for a number of years, and what I once thought purely the realm of porno fantasy, I can indulge in with very little notice or trouble to arrange. Oh, the things I have seen, the things I have done!
I've yet to, erm, come across any woman I thought was doing anything against her will or who was unhappy with what she was doing, and hope I never do. I have, however, seen the anguish on more than one hubby's face, as he finds the fantasy of having another man ravish his wife turns into the nightmare reality of watching her get properly seen-to. Properly. At my leisure. And no, I don't feel guilty.
Be careful what you wish for folks, and don't even think about living out the fantasy until you've thought through the potential outcomes.

Incidentally, regarding dogging, it's actually more a gay thing. For straight men, the chances of finding any woman looking to play whilst parked up are incredibly slim, especially in one of the apparent dogging hot-spots. The thing is that when men get the scent of such a woman, it looks somewhat akin to the appearance of a zebra corpse on the Serengeti - the vultures swoop in from miles away, and they don't give a shit how many are already there, they ARE going to get involved. Even women who enjoy multiple men soon get pissed off with being mobbed, so successful dogging meets are usually pre-arranged.

FWIW, generally speaking, the kind of people who go to the trouble of finding a quiet private venue and inviting participants are usually quite fastidious about their sexual health - probably more so than your average Joe who goes into the local nightclub at weekends trying to pull Sharon or Tracey. I know that anyone trying to go in bareback would probably be strung up.
(There will, of course, be those who get their kicks from the risk of not just sex with multiple strangers, but without protection too. I cannot see them attracting too many regular sexual adventurers - the risk of an STI ruining future parties, club nights, gangbangs etc, not to mention being potentially lethal, would make most think twice before diving in. People talk, and I believe that if STIs were being passed around, they'd soon be smothered, as happened not so long back with a group of regular party-goers who swiftly identified and shut down a source of a particular infection. Must have been the kiss-of-death for their party scene, but they realised immediately that such dangers cannot be brushed under the carpet and drew attention to the problem. Sadly, the "porridge stirrers" probably go home to their faithful wives and infections may be undetected for a long time)

Those rare women who were out there playing with random multiple strangers gave up when the tabloids discovered dogging (or rather, when they discovered famous footballers dogging), and once quiet spots became like Picadilly Circus, with car-loads of blokes turning up, seriously expecting to get some action!

Men in dark carparks awaiting a woman to just turn up and go cock-crazy tend to inevitably get very poor eyesight, and will merrily proffer their family jewels to someone who is plainly another bloke in a wig, but then will claim that they can't be bi/gay. and that they believed it to be a female. Yeah, sure. (Their sexual health may be pretty dodgy too!)
 

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Indeed, and more than you'd have thought. Some of them may even swear blind that they are appalled by such things, yet secretly harbour the desire to get stuck in. In fact, I guarantee it. Whether they will take the plunge or not is another thing. What people should appreciate is that everyone is different, and that what seems downright perverted to you, might be a weekend treat for me.
To be honest, to me, the idea of having sex with the same person for decades is incredible, I cannot quite understand how anyone can do it! Those that can do it, fair play, each to their own, it's not my place to look down my nose at what works for others.

Sad though it may be, some women get a very definite confidence boost when a gaggle of blokes are jostling to fuck them. Yes, they shouldn't have to throw themselves open to be used by all, but then again, in modern society, women are deemed "undesirable" if they aren't conventionally beautiful or are overweight, for example. I know lots of seriously obese women who would have no hope of being chatted up in a pub, yet who have varied and fulfilled sex lives with lots of men who aren't fussy about being third out of five. They don't get turned down because of their fat or their stretch marks and consequently are happy in themselves and get on with life as best they can. Sure, they should be watching their diet and getting healthy, but that could apply to us all. Meanwhile, life goes on.



Yes, I remember that and it was dismally sad, for all involved. However, I can tell you that there are other couples who, whilst indulging their D/s desires, get a real kick out of this sort of thing. There's no fucking way they are going to appear in a documentary though, disguises or not! I think that the people in that programme were...erm, less than average intelligence, shall we say, rather than being illustrative of those who enjoy different sex lives to the majority.
I know one particular lady who went from being a very strait-laced pillar of the community to being a real live-wire, for whom orally pleasuring 11 strangers in one evening is the norm, after she was "instructed" to do so by her Dominant partner. She left him not long afterwards because he couldn't keep up with her increasingly adventurous sexual desires! Actually, she still is the strait-laced pillar of the community, just one with a secret lurid sex life which sees her travelling up and down the country to clubs and parties. It's what fires her up, makes her feel alive, so who can criticise her? You only live once.

I myself have had an "unconventional" sex life for a number of years, and what I once thought purely the realm of porno fantasy, I can indulge in with very little notice or trouble to arrange. Oh, the things I have seen, the things I have done!
I've yet to, erm, come across any woman I thought was doing anything against her will or who was unhappy with what she was doing, and hope I never do. I have, however, seen the anguish on more than one hubby's face, as he finds the fantasy of having another man ravish his wife turns into the nightmare reality of watching her get properly seen-to. Properly. At my leisure. And no, I don't feel guilty.
Be careful what you wish for folks, and don't even think about living out the fantasy until you've thought through the potential outcomes.

Incidentally, regarding dogging, it's actually more a gay thing. For straight men, the chances of finding any woman looking to play whilst parked up are incredibly slim, especially in one of the apparent dogging hot-spots. The thing is that when men get the scent of such a woman, it looks somewhat akin to the appearance of a zebra corpse on the Serengeti - the vultures swoop in from miles away, and they don't give a shit how many are already there, they ARE going to get involved. Even women who enjoy multiple men soon get pissed off with being mobbed, so successful dogging meets are usually pre-arranged.

FWIW, generally speaking, the kind of people who go to the trouble of finding a quiet private venue and inviting participants are usually quite fastidious about their sexual health - probably more so than your average Joe who goes into the local nightclub at weekends trying to pull Sharon or Tracey. I know that anyone trying to go in bareback would probably be strung up.
(There will, of course, be those who get their kicks from the risk of not just sex with multiple strangers, but without protection too. I cannot see them attracting too many regular sexual adventurers - the risk of an STI ruining future parties, club nights, gangbangs etc, not to mention being potentially lethal, would make most think twice before diving in. People talk, and I believe that if STIs were being passed around, they'd soon be smothered, as happened not so long back with a group of regular party-goers who swiftly identified and shut down a source of a particular infection. Must have been the kiss-of-death for their party scene, but they realised immediately that such dangers cannot be brushed under the carpet and drew attention to the problem. Sadly, the "porridge stirrers" probably go home to their faithful wives and infections may be undetected for a long time)

Those rare women who were out there playing with random multiple strangers gave up when the tabloids discovered dogging (or rather, when they discovered famous footballers dogging), and once quiet spots became like Picadilly Circus, with car-loads of blokes turning up, seriously expecting to get some action!

Men in dark carparks awaiting a woman to just turn up and go cock-crazy tend to inevitably get very poor eyesight, and will merrily proffer their family jewels to someone who is plainly another bloke in a wig, but then will claim that they can't be bi/gay. and that they believed it to be a female. Yeah, sure. (Their sexual health may be pretty dodgy too!)
Wow, what a brilliant exposition, thank you!
As you'll know, the programme was Channel 4's Dogging Tales
Dogging came across as a frankly sordid activity. The people shown dogging were seedy and exploitative, or sadly being exploited themselves.

For straight men, the chances of finding any woman looking to play whilst parked up are incredibly slim, especially in one of the apparent dogging hot-spots
Yup, as I've mentioned I often used to park up at night in a distant concealed lay-by to ring home after work. Later discovered it was a raging hot dogging spot, according to the local rags, which published outraged stories about the frenzied sexual shenanigans taking place every night.

Stangely enough I never saw any action whatsoever, even though I was there alone at 10-11pm in a nurse uniform. Can't have been a spot of tabloid hype, surely?

People talk, and I believe that if STIs were being passed around, they'd soon be smothered, as happened not so long back with a group of regular party-goers who swiftly identified and shut down a source of a particular infection.
We saw a TV drama where that happened, part of a series, following a cycle courier on his rounds.
The group's outrage at finding their trust betrayed by the introduction of a nasty bug was treated humorously. Not sure that's how it would really be seen!
 

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Yup, as I've mentioned I often used to park up at night in a distant concealed lay-by to ring home after work. Later discovered it was a raging hot dogging spot, according to the local rags, which published outraged stories about the frenzied sexual shenanigans taking place every night.

Stangely enough I never saw any action whatsoever, even though I was there alone at 10-11pm in a nurse uniform. Can't have been a spot of tabloid hype, surely?
Were the local rag stories about women dressing up in nurse outfits and ringing up their lovers to tell them to come out to the lay-by?
 

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Were the local rag stories about women dressing up in nurse outfits and ringing up their lovers to tell them to come out to the lay-by?
Come to think of it I did see the odd car cruise by, maybe slowing down for the driver to glance in my direction...

You've made me wonder for the first time if all the fuss was about nothing more than ME and my little pitstops, hahaha! :rollingw:
The timescale is spot-on!
 

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...Sad though it may be, some women get a very definite confidence boost when a gaggle of blokes are jostling to fuck them. ...

Something one can observe in most pubs.
 

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Escargot,

If you needed to 'phone home', why pick a secluded place to do it ?

I would would have thought somewhere illuminated would be safer.
 

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LordRsmacker,

..To be honest, to me, the idea of having sex with the same person for decades is incredible, I cannot quite understand how anyone can do it! Those that can do it, fair play, each to their own, it's not my place to look down my nose at what works for others. ..

For many men the thought will always be in the background that it could lead to them being cleaned out completely.

Sans family, home and automobile.

For most, infidelity seems to be all about trust (now there is an oxymoron for you). The trust that all parties are going to behave in a civilised way and not use these 'indiscretions' as weapons of mass destruction.

So, basically, most are afraid of the consequences of being caught.

INT21.
 

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Escargot,

If you needed to 'phone home', why pick a secluded place to do it ?

I would would have thought somewhere illuminated would be safer.
Not at all. Stopping in a remote country layby is safe compared to a well-lit street. No passing drunks or 'friendly' men to pester me.
 

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LordRsmacker,

..To be honest, to me, the idea of having sex with the same person for decades is incredible, I cannot quite understand how anyone can do it! Those that can do it, fair play, each to their own, it's not my place to look down my nose at what works for others. ..

For many men the thought will always be in the background that it could lead to them being cleaned out completely.

Sans family, home and automobile.

For most, infidelity seems to be all about trust (now there is an oxymoron for you). The trust that all parties are going to behave in a civilised way and not use these 'indiscretions' as weapons of mass destruction.

So, basically, most are afraid of the consequences of being caught.

INT21.
Now that is sad to me, that people (OK, men) will suppress their natural desires to spread their seed far and wide, not because they only have eyes for the love of their life, but because they don't want her to rinse them for half of their life's worth. In fact I can't think of anything worse.

I think I'd rather come to an arrangement where I can go and misbehave, on the understanding it's just lust, and that I'd never bring home trouble/babies/STIs, If that's not acceptable...well, I'd have to reconsider whether I could commit to behaving myself for the rest of my married life. Probably not, given the numbers of other people who do stray, and my love of a bit of "strange".
Oh, and the same would go for her - if she wanted some extra, it's only fair. That's the difficult part for most men.

Best of all, go out and misbehave together - I have met some fantastic couples over the years in clubs, who clearly are very much in love with each other, but who now and again share the wealth with other men, couples, or even a single gal if they can find one. They know I'm not trying to get my feet under their table, we're just enjoying pleasures of the flesh. Life's too short to be wondering what it might be like...
 

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Ah, my hero.

I hear that, at this very moment, Frideswide and Escargot are making little dolls that look surprisingly like you. The pins are on 'next-day' delivery.
 
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I would refer you to an earlier post of mine. But it's gone. It was amongst the MTGOW files.

(Ah, those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Miracles everywhere, where are they now ? their gone?)

"Those were the days" Wheels of fire :Cream.
 
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I found the Catherine Millet (The sexual life of Catherine M.). Here you go.
Note: this is not erotic fiction, this is a real and supposedly truthful autobiography

The Gates of Paris
The Porte de Saint-Cloud parking lot borders on the bou-
levard Périphérique and in places is separated from it only
by an openwork wall. All I had on were my shoes, having
slipped off my raincoat, whose lining iced my skin, before
getting out of the car. At first, as I have said, they rammed
me up against a perpendicular wall. Eric saw me “pinned
up by their pricks, like a butterfly.” Two men held me up
under the arms and legs, while the others took it in turns
hammering against the pelvis to which my whole person
had been reduced. In these dicey situations, where there are
many of them, men often fuck quickly and forcefully. I
could feel the rugged surface of the breezeblocks digging into
my shoulders and my hips. Even though it was late, there
was still some traffic. The thrumming of the cars, so close
they seemed to almost brush past us, lulled me into the same
daze I feel at airports. With my body both freed of all weight
and curled up on itself, I retreated within myself. From time
to time I would glimpse through my half-closed eyes the
headlights of a car as they swept over my face. The men
moved away from the wall, and I felt myself being simulta-
neously levered up by two powerful jacks. A current fantasy,
which had been nourishing my masturbation sessions for a
long time, was to be taken to the dark foyer of a building
by two strangers and to be impaled by both at the same time,
like a sandwich, one in my cunt, the other up my ass, and
here it found substance in an obscure atmosphere where
reality and the images conjured in my mind fed off each
other.
I must have come to, if I can call it that, when my body
was returned to a more normal form of support. Someone
threw a coat over the hood of a car, and they lay me down on
it. ’'m familiar with this position, which is not an easy one; I
kept slipping, and there was nothing to hold on to. I didn’t
always respond well to the different cocks that sought out my
wet, sticky canal. I was the focal point for a theater of shad-
ows, invisible until headlights threw their insipid light over
the scene. From there I could make out the group scattered
far and wide about me; those who had already shot their
load seemed to completely lose interest in the ensuing pro-
ceedings. In front of me was the silhouette of a much larger
vehicle, probably a truck; perhaps it had been chosen as a
makeshift screen.

My explorations of exclusive locations on the outskirts of Paris
not only filled me with the euphoria of wide-open spaces but,
on the flip side, with that of a game of hide-and-seek. On a
fairly broad street a stone’s throw from the Soviet embassy, I
once found my refuge in the back of a Ville de Paris van,
because one of our group was a city employee. The men came
in one by one. I knelt to suck them or lay down and curled
to one side, the better to present my ass to facilitate their
access. Nothing had been provided in the back of the van to
soften the ridged surface of the metal floor, and each jolt was
quite painful. But I could have hid there all night, not so much
stiffened because of my uncomfortable position but rather
dulled and lulled by the atmosphere of my unlikely haven
where I curled up and sunk and like in those opaque dreams,
watched myself sink deeper. I didn’t have to move: the rear
door was raised at regular intervals, the man jumped out and
a new silhouette slipped in. In that creaky vehicle I was like a
motionless idol unblinkingly accepting the homage of faith-
ful followers. I was as I had imagined myself in some of my
fantasies (like, for example, the one when I’m ina caretaker’s
quarters with only my ass protruding from the curtain, which
serves to hide the bed), offered to a long succession of men
who stood outside stamping their feet and yelling abuse at
each other, A 2CV van is worth a caretaker’s lodge any day.
But I left my metal palanquin before they were all done. Eric,
who had been keeping watch, explained the following day:
on the one hand, the men were in such a state of excitement
that they were beginning to get aggressive, and on the other
hand, the van was threatening to tip over.

I find these descriptions brave, cool and original, but at the same time I feel some pity for the abuse that this interesting woman chooses to undergo. It's a bit mysterious for me. I know no one and have never heard anything in my personal network that compares with this.
 
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