Right on!

Getting a compliment from a gay dude is like someone giving a suitcase full of cash, of a foreign country. We may have no interest of ever going there but we know we have value over there.

Safety first, always.

If you are really up to it, use the silicon one. It’s flexible and will more easily acomodate for you to be active.

Bring a bag to store it if it becomes too cumbersome to have it in.

I can easily related to that. Sex is multi dimensional for me, so sounds, smells, sensations, all come into play to make a really enjoyable session.

But those times when it seems like it’s the body and instinct taking over… it’s a completely different thing.

The occultist? Wasn’t aware.

I could sit down and write it, in a romanced style. That could be nice.

But for what it matters, my partner was one of those women that truly enjoyed pleasuring her partner and had developed an unmatched technique, where hands did not come into play, unless time was of the matter. If not, she could use her talent to run things for a very long time.

I could write in very fine detail how the first blow job I ever received was.

Then, if that is so, great and good for you.

I like women very much and not ashamed to admit it. But start to fantasize in my head just because of one picture doesn’t work for me.

Call me out on my next sentence but I see a picture of a woman and the first thing coming to thought is how lucky I am to be able to see it. I don’t need to go all caveman and start on dirty thoughts.

I would say that if the degree of atraction someone has for you depends on you being into anal, that is not the right person for you.

I personally enjoy anal. My partner enjoys it as well. It’s great, we have a lot of fun. My previous partner did not. And that was fine as well.

Do you enjoy anal? Or do you not? If you do, great. If you do not, great.

Escapism and release.

I don’t mind sponsoring an artist I enjoy. What I dislike is having a middle man getting a cut from the money I want to give/pay to the artist.

This kind of site makes more to divulge artists than anything else. After reading that book I wanted to get a paper copy.

Please explain

Testing your fate, there.

Uh, people?

Have you ever met a baker that was angry?

That’s why.

Really nice. I didn’t knew the site.

Don’t mind my words.

It’s late here, I’m tired and it is starting to become harder to correctly convey what I want to express.

I define myself as such. Suits me. And for further proof, I’d invite you to read the text I submitted here on another /c/. Check my profile and browse my posts, if you feel curious; it’s there somewhere. It may be raunchy but I try my best to leave a lot unsaid. Things happen but I never feel the need to describe it to photographic definition.

Pokies are fine. Areolas peeking at the audience too.

I’ll be waiting eagerly for those pics.

Have a nice week as well.

I understand that the thread has mostly lost its heat but nonetheless I’m going to leave this here. This my understanding of dirty talking, as it should be: respectful, teasing, uplifting and full of promise.

I write as a hobby and dialogue is something I enjoy writing, as I’m often able to have things said through the characters in my stories that otherwise I would never be able to muster the slightest ounce of courage to utter.

Picture the following dialogue between a couple that has already hooked up but is now actively socializing, taking part of a salon game along the lines of “truth or dare” or “never would I ever”. At this point, things have become somewhat raunchy, so the mood is up.

“You consider yourself good in bed?”

“I don’t keep score cards.”

“You should. I’d give you a solid 8 after last night.”

“You were just as involved as I was.”

“Really?”

“From where I was standing, yes.”

“Standing, sitting, knealing… you did propped up yourself for the task.”

“I try. Thank you.”

“Wanna try for the 10 a little later?”

“How about an 11?”

There is a lot of background missing but this is the couple teasing each other, whispering at each other, after someone asked if a person, who boasts constantly for having a lot of hookups, if they consider themselves good in bed.

I’m a bit of a romantic, so usually explicit photos don’t really do it for me but I really enjoy glamour/discreet photos, where more is left to the imagination than actually seen.

So… no underwear but still some normal clothes on, like a shirt, allowing for some generous amount of cleavage to be seen but no nipples, or perhaps a slightly sideways shot, from your navel down, but no panties and enough buttons upon so the audience can get a hint at what the pants are hiding.

Did I manage to pass the vibe through?