Lethalfind
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Tori, I agree but not all men are so accomodating, either because they don't know how or don't care. Unfortunately...
What would you do?
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eisanbt
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Well if the guy dosn't know 'How' then educate him dammit! No point having him wonder through a wilderness of disatisfied women, including yourselves. You don't drop your vibrator between your legs and expect it do work the magic on its own. Same if the guy is as clueless as you G-Master 18 000 then make it (him) work! All the right goody bits are there, just put them in the right spot. 
Lethalfind
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Eisan, I have done my share of training and have no problem with that. I am used to speaking rather frankly about *** with the men in my life.
Vortex
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well when i dug chicks (sorry even i cant keep a "straight" face) i did trial and error..
when a moaning happpend i figured it was a good thing and kept that in mind for later..and kept trying things till i found a good combo of things to do.
granted, women seem to fake it (not sure why unless they are in love with the person)...but i must have been doing all the right things because out of the 3 girls i ever dated
the first one wanted to commit sucide when i dumped her..
the second slapped me because she told her parents we were getting married and they had plans (kinda sudden for a 9 month relationship..but whatever)
the third stalked me for 6 months......and i even came out during that stalking.......imagine my suprise when my 3rd time ever in a gay bar she was there.........cREEEEEEEEEEaaaaaaaaapppyyyy..
so i guess you just got to actually try. Males are pretty easy to please......jerk here jerk there..suckup suckdown....its /kinda a no brainer.......
women were more tricky. but if you set your mind to it...you can get the results you need.
i just wish at the time i never figured it out.......woulda been much easier....cuz then i wouldnt have to fantasize about men while having *** with a girl...my own mind would have been much more rested!
when a moaning happpend i figured it was a good thing and kept that in mind for later..and kept trying things till i found a good combo of things to do.
granted, women seem to fake it (not sure why unless they are in love with the person)...but i must have been doing all the right things because out of the 3 girls i ever dated
the first one wanted to commit sucide when i dumped her..
the second slapped me because she told her parents we were getting married and they had plans (kinda sudden for a 9 month relationship..but whatever)
the third stalked me for 6 months......and i even came out during that stalking.......imagine my suprise when my 3rd time ever in a gay bar she was there.........cREEEEEEEEEEaaaaaaaaapppyyyy..
so i guess you just got to actually try. Males are pretty easy to please......jerk here jerk there..suckup suckdown....its /kinda a no brainer.......
women were more tricky. but if you set your mind to it...you can get the results you need.
i just wish at the time i never figured it out.......woulda been much easier....cuz then i wouldnt have to fantasize about men while having *** with a girl...my own mind would have been much more rested!
Lethalfind
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"Men should have to fill out a questionnaire before being allowed in bed
manicmonday
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My exhusband didn't care if I faked it or not, it was ALL about him, for all three minutes of it. Then the next guy right after him went all night long and I asked to get it over with because my legs were numb. I'm not hard to please, no.................
manicmonday
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Suck at oral, pun intended??? LMAOTheres a difference between critisim and guidence. If you just say "You suck at oral, get better!" That accomplichs nothing, but if you grab a guy by the head, or simply say sometyhing so simple as "higher, good" then I think most guys will happily comply. Always eager to Please!
manicmonday
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Yeah, I'm just "slick" like that.Nothing gets past you.
skategreen
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Ok folks, so this is going to be a story ..and a bit of a long one. Feel free to skip over it. I've been away a bit and am in the mood to write.
This thread caught my eye and inspired me. TWINS! Oh Twins!!! The story of the ones that got away...
I'm smiling, and lost in yesterday...lost in the story of twins.
Once upon a time when I was 16/17 I had a very best gal pal, Kandy. She was wonderful...tall, long blonde hair, played the guitar oh so sweetly. Still my bestest Bud, to this day. We were hippie freaks together.
Even after we fell madly in love with the same fella - Sean - Ohh he was the coolest of cool, long freaky frizzed hair, drove a 1932 Ford - One day he saw us wandering about and offered us a ride. On that short hop and skip we both arrived back to her place In Love. Long story short, I got him. Kandy was ever so good about it, even when I dumped him a few months later. At least, I think I dumped him. We might have just spaced each other out.
She teased me ever after, about how wicked I was, to have won him.
Fast forward a year or so, and I'm on a jaunt. Simply another strange twist in the fabric of a life, I'm a hippie jesus freak, traveling the US wearing a homemade white robe...riding box cars, sleeping under bridges...seeing the world. I have a white-robed travelling buddy - Glen, and part of the whole idea is to be vegetarian and live "as brother and sister" with the world. Yep - No ***! Ohh it seemed like a good idea at the time. A lark.
Until ...New Mexico. Somewhere in the hills. Being a NorthWestern Gal, and used to forests primeval, thick underbrush and towering evergreens, the sparse woods with but a carpet of needles underfoot was a novelty. I loved those hills, they were like walking through a well cared for and tended park. No underbrush! What did they do with it all?
We meet up with a bunch of hippie type folk who are having some sort of get together, and we end up at a cabin, and are to stay there. The door opens..and is opened by...a ***.
Jesus. Jesus H. Christ. I think my jaw hit the floor. He was the most beautiful hippie mountain man ... I was struck dumb. Oh my ***!!! I followed him into the cabin, stunned, blood sizzling. Carbonated. Then it struck me - WHAT THE **** was I doing in a White Robe? To **** with THIS!!! Ohhh couldn't I just shuck it all and throw myself at his feet??? His name was Zack, and I writhed thinking of how my bag of Lures had to be kept firmly locked.
Sigh. Couldn't do it. Glen and the Adonis are now going off somewhere to scare up some chow. I'm to hang at the cabin. That's fine, I can't even gasp words out to protest, that I must not leave his side..how can I do anything but follow him forever more? ...
They leave. I've spoken but 3 words perhaps...truly, undone.
I go for a walk, and wander these strange hills. Cursing fate. Wondering if I should just shuck it all and go for the Brass Ring. I wander back to the cabin, and come up on the back, where there's a bit of a porch, and bench. There...
sit's Zack.
Whittling.
Whittling for Christ's sweet Sake!!!!
I'm rooted. Then I find my feet, and find my voice, and say, "um, I thought you were going into town?"
He says, "oh Hi! You must be talking about Zack. I'm his brother Leo"
Don't ask me if I answered him in any manner, it's lost, as I was lost. Beyond all hope.
I do know I wandered away - completely leveled.
There, in the middle of the sparse trees of the dry New Mexico hills..I suddenly fell to my knees
I threw up my arms, and beseeched aloud...a cry.....
"OH KANDY!!!!! There are TWO of them!!!"
...........
Often, at the mention of twins, I think back fondly, of the two, I didn't get. I didn't make a move to get. The ones that "got away". I had thought that with the zillions of late night gab fests, I must have told the story to Kandy a hundred times. A couple years ago I happened to mention, "THE TWINS", and Kandy looked at me blankly...I hadn't ever told her! I couldn't believe it.
There at her San Diego kitchen table, I relayed to her the story of the twins, 20 years later.... and I told her, of how I had thought of her, and how this time, one wouldn't have to go without, there was plenty to go around!
And we laughed until our sides were spent, and she there and then, fully forgave me, for Sean.
Twins? What do you do?
Sometimes....
You writhe.
This thread caught my eye and inspired me. TWINS! Oh Twins!!! The story of the ones that got away...
I'm smiling, and lost in yesterday...lost in the story of twins.
Once upon a time when I was 16/17 I had a very best gal pal, Kandy. She was wonderful...tall, long blonde hair, played the guitar oh so sweetly. Still my bestest Bud, to this day. We were hippie freaks together.
Even after we fell madly in love with the same fella - Sean - Ohh he was the coolest of cool, long freaky frizzed hair, drove a 1932 Ford - One day he saw us wandering about and offered us a ride. On that short hop and skip we both arrived back to her place In Love. Long story short, I got him. Kandy was ever so good about it, even when I dumped him a few months later. At least, I think I dumped him. We might have just spaced each other out.
She teased me ever after, about how wicked I was, to have won him.
Fast forward a year or so, and I'm on a jaunt. Simply another strange twist in the fabric of a life, I'm a hippie jesus freak, traveling the US wearing a homemade white robe...riding box cars, sleeping under bridges...seeing the world. I have a white-robed travelling buddy - Glen, and part of the whole idea is to be vegetarian and live "as brother and sister" with the world. Yep - No ***! Ohh it seemed like a good idea at the time. A lark.
Until ...New Mexico. Somewhere in the hills. Being a NorthWestern Gal, and used to forests primeval, thick underbrush and towering evergreens, the sparse woods with but a carpet of needles underfoot was a novelty. I loved those hills, they were like walking through a well cared for and tended park. No underbrush! What did they do with it all?
We meet up with a bunch of hippie type folk who are having some sort of get together, and we end up at a cabin, and are to stay there. The door opens..and is opened by...a ***.
Jesus. Jesus H. Christ. I think my jaw hit the floor. He was the most beautiful hippie mountain man ... I was struck dumb. Oh my ***!!! I followed him into the cabin, stunned, blood sizzling. Carbonated. Then it struck me - WHAT THE **** was I doing in a White Robe? To **** with THIS!!! Ohhh couldn't I just shuck it all and throw myself at his feet??? His name was Zack, and I writhed thinking of how my bag of Lures had to be kept firmly locked.
Sigh. Couldn't do it. Glen and the Adonis are now going off somewhere to scare up some chow. I'm to hang at the cabin. That's fine, I can't even gasp words out to protest, that I must not leave his side..how can I do anything but follow him forever more? ...
They leave. I've spoken but 3 words perhaps...truly, undone.
I go for a walk, and wander these strange hills. Cursing fate. Wondering if I should just shuck it all and go for the Brass Ring. I wander back to the cabin, and come up on the back, where there's a bit of a porch, and bench. There...
sit's Zack.
Whittling.
Whittling for Christ's sweet Sake!!!!
I'm rooted. Then I find my feet, and find my voice, and say, "um, I thought you were going into town?"
He says, "oh Hi! You must be talking about Zack. I'm his brother Leo"
Don't ask me if I answered him in any manner, it's lost, as I was lost. Beyond all hope.
I do know I wandered away - completely leveled.
There, in the middle of the sparse trees of the dry New Mexico hills..I suddenly fell to my knees
I threw up my arms, and beseeched aloud...a cry.....
"OH KANDY!!!!! There are TWO of them!!!"
...........
Often, at the mention of twins, I think back fondly, of the two, I didn't get. I didn't make a move to get. The ones that "got away". I had thought that with the zillions of late night gab fests, I must have told the story to Kandy a hundred times. A couple years ago I happened to mention, "THE TWINS", and Kandy looked at me blankly...I hadn't ever told her! I couldn't believe it.
There at her San Diego kitchen table, I relayed to her the story of the twins, 20 years later.... and I told her, of how I had thought of her, and how this time, one wouldn't have to go without, there was plenty to go around!
And we laughed until our sides were spent, and she there and then, fully forgave me, for Sean.
Twins? What do you do?
Sometimes....
You writhe.
manicmonday
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Your story is bittersweet. It reminded me of my first love and now even 15 years later, I wonder....................
skategreen
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Ohhhh yes!
and - thanks.
Lethalfind
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I love your way with words Skate.
skategreen
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Kiss kiss, dear Leth!