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Weird Sex (Practices, Preferences & Accoutrements!)

...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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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...
 
LordRsmacker,

Am I correct in thinking you are not married ?
 
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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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.

Why would we do that?
 
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.
 
Yep, the sort of item one would expect to find in a fact oriented mag like popular Mechanics.

It does beg a question though.....
 
I hope after this escapade he's going to turn over a new leaf

Man 'tried to have sex with a pile of leaves' in a hotel car park
'Think about your life'

By
Amy Walker
Todd FitzgeraldNews editor
  • 09:37, 31 OCT 2019
  • UPDATED10:49, 31 OCT 2019


A drunk and drugged up man 'tried to have sex with a pile of leaves' in the car park of a Premier Inn, a court heard.
Michael Golsorkhi was seen 'thrusting' with his trousers around his ankles in full view of families eating at a Beefeater pub in Stockport.
The 26-year-old pulled up his underwear before running away and hiding in bushes after he was confronted by hotel staff.
He emerged from the bushes after 10 minutes following requests to come out by police during the incident last month.
etc
https://www.manchestereveningnews.c...ster-news/drunk-drugged-up-man-tried-17176000
 
Yep, the sort of item one would expect to find in a fact oriented mag like popular Mechanics.

It does beg a question though.....
I’m assuming he got caught looking at porn on a work computer and had to try and come up with a reason so he spun them the line he was researching it for an article?
 
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I know most of you Humans are hung-up on biology; Your old fashioned love of flesh.

To us, from the future, this is 'ecchy' - biological carbon based flesh is out of date
- Where we come from silicon is in - cleaner and longer lasting.

As you Humans had an expression: "Try it, you'll like it" - In fact once you've had
sex with an advanced silicon life form - You'll never look back!
 
He mistook the expression 'make like a tree and leave' for 'make love with a tree and leaves'.
 
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