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Malika, the 4th nipple is very small. You need to be guided to it. We'll work on that next time.

My first thought on reading Berlin's question was one of confusion in that it would never occur to me to ask a companion about her personal life so how could one be upset if she is in a relationship. Then I read the replies and saw that, yeah, OK, there are some who could be upset about relationships. Fine with me. One defines reality as one sees it. Now that the issue is on the table, I've taken a moment to examine how I would feel if I became aware that the person sharing herself with me had an SO kicking around somewhere. My conclusion? Oh, OK. Now I know a bit more about her. That is her issue (or non-issue), not mine. How she came to the conclusion that she wants to spend time with me is her process. I'm just glad she's here! So I guess I'm not in Berlin's target audience as I'm not someone who would have an issue with the SO thing.

The test reminded me of an assessment I had done some 10 years ago to determine if I had a substance abuse problem (no, I did not then nor do I now.) The guy that did the assessment, I swear to God, was certain that if you could spell "alcohol" you had a problem. Because of some meds I was taking at the time, my hands would occasionally shake. He jumped on that as proof positive that I was suffering withdrawal. In his case and in the case of the Sex Addict Assessment, I think both are skewed to find what the testers are looking for regardless of your actual proclivities. Having said that, I'm bemused to see that anyone actually passed! :)

Me too! If I have to be addicted to anything, sex seems to be the best and most fun to be addicted to. For one, in the long run, it is easier on the nose than certain drugs.

My favourite body part(s), though not necessarily my best, are my third and fourth nipples. They're small but they are there. My dad has four, my sister has three and I've not done a nipple survey on the rest of my family. If you go looking for them, they are nipples, not breasts, so a guided tour is available to aid you in your search.

Umm... as the resident American here, I would like to defend my country's attitudes vis a vis sex and violence. Alas.. I cannot. They are way too screwed up to defend. I was raised in small town/rural America in a relatively liberal family. At the age where I was getting interested in trying to buy Playboy (gasp!) it was very acceptable, even expected, that I would take a gun and blow holes in any critter that slowed down. But to actually see nekkid breasts? Everyone threw a fit! My parents, my friend's parents, the guy that actually sold me the mag (okay, he was mad because I was stupid enough to get caught) - major federal case. And yeah, the first time I had intercourse with my girlfriend, I remember walking home that night considering the possibility I might have to marry her. In my upbringing, the whole concept of sex for pay was in a totally different universe. Good people had nothing to do with that. The follow-on to all of that came when I was older and my dad and I had learned to deal with each other as people. He mentioned one time that he and his coworkers would sometimes watch out the office window to see who was visiting the hooker across the street. So I guess SOMEONE had something to do with that. I eventually worked out that sex for pay can be fun and not degrading for both parties. I'm here.

Agree. The video is good - love the variety of people who speak. The Swaay website is good, too. I think I can spend a few hours there getting educated.

I am at a loss in regards to what do you do with people like this "researcher". The theory, the methodology and the results are so absurd they would make for high comedy except for the fact that some people take her seriously. I just deleted a whole section devoted to refuting her findings. Refutation is not the issue. The issue is that this person comes from the same dangerous place as the Tea Party in the US, the activist Christian religious conservatives that insist school textbooks be rewritten to reflect their views that a patriarchal deity created the entire world as a single set piece 6000 years ago. From this black hole comes the people that seriously want to end the life of a woman found not guilty by a duly constituted court of law. (Yee-haw! Let's put persons accused of capital offenses up for a popular vote!) "Researchers" like this scare the crap out of me for two reasons. One - they actively seek to impose their worldview on me and mine. Two - they are gaining more and more followers every day. Witness the rise of Fox News in the US and Sun News here in Canada. New Zealand is starting to look more and more attractive!

When I was young, because I was bright, intelligent, and quick witted (their words, not mine) I was always expected to do well on projects. First in high school, then in university, and then in the corporate world. But I had a flaw. If I could see that the project was not going to turn out as expected or as I hoped, I would lose interest in it and hope it would go away or take my lumps for doing a half-assed job of it. At some point, I took it upon myself as a personal project to see every single female person in the world nude. And I was making great progress at this. Until one day it dawned on me that they were making women faster than I could seduce them. So what to do. Well, damn it, I decided to stick with it and do just the best damn job I could. And that's how I became a better worker and a better person. And to the CERB folk that have contributed to my project, you have my everlasting gratitude. Oh, and volunteers are cheerfully accepted!

Holy crap!! I had no idea I was going to start such a long thread with a single idle thought passing through my head. As you sit there reading this over the Internet using a computing device that is running miriad programs and rendering what you are seeing on the screen using some bastard offspring of HTML code, consider this. The first computer program I wrote ran on Hollerith cards (aka punch cards) and it ran on a huge machine that filled an entire room. My watch has more computing power than that computer did.

I'm just curious to know if any of the FS GSE SPs are aware of and cater to the particular issues of a man past his 60th birthday. We like the same things as the young bucks. We will even get hard for them. But apparently we require special attention to get things fully working and find happy release. I have a feeling that I've been very lucky as to my choice of SPs to visit in that they have all been understanding about this. I'm just wondering if anyone "specializes" in this. (Sps are permitted to PM on this issue.)

You know you'e old when the MILF Cougars are actually young ladies in relationship to yourself. So it goes.

We are going to skip the 90's and the turn of the century. The latter half of the 90s were spent cultivating a work-related severe anxiety disorder and severe depression so I haven't a clue what was going on out there. I was trying to cope with not being able to drive a car with someone else as a passenger - including family members. Not being able to use underground parking. No elevators. No crowds. Pretty fucked up. There is a gent who was my supervisor as I spiraled into all of this who was pleased to contribute to the problem. I have fantasies of next seeing him in an icy parking lot and forgetting where is the brake pedal. A-hole! During this whole panic disorder / depression thing, before I was diagnosed and given meds, I had to fly to the American Midwest to attend to my eldest son who had been in an accident. Crap! After a couple of years of feeding the squirrels and talking to the cat, plus the efforts of a truly bang-up psychiatrist and the miracle of modern drugs, I was able to leave my house and start working again. After a few years, through a series of fortuitous circumstances, I ended up semi-retired and having the time of my life as a limo driver. Sex? In the last ten years, once with my wife. With folk who are not on CERB and advertising massages in the Sun - a couple of times. Satisfying? Not really. Discovered CERB. Determined I had the money to investigate. Net result? I feel like I've died and gone to Heaven. The only downside is when I have an anxiety attack before visiting one of the fine ladies and take my meds to combat it my penis goes AWOL at the oddest times. When this has occurred I have assured the SP that the issue is not with her - she has done a wonderful job - it is just one of those things that comes with age. I have a mid-September appointment with my family doctor. We will discuss this penis coming and going phenomena and perhaps see if there is a pharmacological resolution. In the interim. I am reaching out to those SPs that I think might be able to work through the issue. (SPs that feel they are particularly good at dealing with this may feel free to PM) :) To the SPs I have visited I owe a debt of gratitude for their patience and understanding. This growing old shit ain't for sissies!!! And thus endeth the historical recounting as seen through mine eyes. I pray some few of you found it to be of minor interest.

Ha! Forgot all about Dungeons and Dragons. Sadly, I can remember when it first came out. But then again, I remember when Asteroids was a cool advanced video game. And when the only adult video in town was at the Mini-Cinima, sixteen seats with four or five guys wearing, I swear to God, raincoats and the rustling sounds of solitary passion mingles with the odour of sweat and old semen. Deperate times... :handjob:

The 80s. Good lord, can we skip the 80s? Guess not. The 80s brought the advent of the magic phrase "D & D free!". If anyone just woke up from a 40-year slumber, that means Drug and Disease Free. We will pass on the issue of just how sexy is it to advertise you don't have a disease. Yee-haw! Seriously, AIDs changed the whole game. Pre-AIDs, the biggest worry was that you'd get a sore "Down There" to quote the black-and-white movie they used to show us in Phys-Ed when we were in high school to try to scare us into not having sex. Like that ever worked. And if you got a sore, "Down There", you were assured in the new age of pharmacology that there was a pill to take and all was OK. In the AIDs era, the new reality was that you could die. Stark and simple as that. Now you had to worry about not just who that person you were boinking had slept with but who the person before had slept with and so on. If you had a written note from your doctor stating you were clean, you were laid. You were golden. Bring on the sex. Oh, wait, your note is more than six months old. Better get a new one! Free and casual sex was dead and gone. We all retreated into our dark little huts and made sure that no one entered unless we knew that person's sexual history back to pre-school. But we had our friends. And we were pretty sure we knew what our friends were up to. So they were OK. With the pool of available sexual partners seriously shrunken, what sex we had and who we had it with, we had it a lot. If you met someone new, you more or less held that person at arm's length for a while. No one ever came out and said so, but you were waiting to make sure that person didn't die and was clean. If they were, well come on in! There was a group of us that met on a BBS - bulletin board - the way people communicated before this new-fangled Internet thing came about. We started out meeting at restaurants - similar to the Socials here. The more adventurous of us started meeting nude at a place on Rideau Street that had large hot tubs that could hold 10 or so people. The truly seriously adventurous of us got together after one of the hot tub runs at Jane's house (name changed). We were sitting around talking, enjoying our wine or Black Russians or whatever. Things got a little slow. Jane and I went to the kitchen for something. We got to fooling around there. Barbara (name change) came in to see what was going on. The three of us started fooling around. We decided it would be fun to return to the group nude. So Jane, Barbara and I plopped down in the living room in our all-together. Some of the previously seriously adventurous started to get nervous. Barbara decided things were getting a little slow so she went down on Jane. Really went down. Some of the previously seriously adventurous decided they were not quite so adventurous and politely took their leave. Those of us that remained had what in some circles would be termed an orgy. Seriously. And it was a liberating experience. We felt that if one of us was not currently experiencing an orgasm, something was not right with the universe and set about correcting that. We continued to get together. Usually, the most people participating was five. When we gathered, the first thing to happen was the shedding of clothes. We would sip our drinks, make small talk and begin gentle foreplay with each other. The particular gender of the person next to you that you were caressing was singularly unimportant. It was in this setting that I learned to give a very good blowjob. I learned that I enjoyed anal sex - giving and receiving - not only with the guys but the girls. They had a wicked set of toys. I enjoyed providing one half of double penetration for the ladies. I enjoyed stroking into my lady friend while my male friend was stroking into me. If it could be done, we did it. And we did it until we could do it well. This went on a while until we started losing people. People got new jobs. People moved. People quit showing up. Eventually there was just Jane, Barbara and me. Then Jane got engaged and Barb's husband got weird and that phase passed into history. I've not seen most of those people since. I'm still in touch with Barbara. She still lives in the area and her weird husband has moved on - I think he's with some guy - and we enjoy conversation now and again but we stay dressed. He gave her one of the gifts that keeps on giving, an STD. She mentioned to me a little while back that the episode where she first went down on Jane was actually the first time she'd ever kissed a woman. Didn't know hat came over her at the time but she was glad it did. After that, things quieted down for me and so far as I can tell, for most of my friends. I hear that back in the American Midwest town that I'm from, guys are getting together to give each other blowjobs or going to the XXX video place to get them from strangers. They think their wives don't know. They do and they think it's funny. Friends of mine have died from AIDs. One of them is an unclaimed corpse at the Los Angeles County Coroners Office. I can go on the Internet and read about him. His siblings are so ashamed he was gay they won't claim the body. (Yeah, that was one strange conversation with his brother.) Other friends, including my oldest son's god-father, are living with AIDs. So its still out there. Living in the back of everyone's mind. That and drug-resistant STDs. Its a wonderful world we live in now. And it all started in the 80s.

I've been going through this whole thing and I'm mildly surprised at the number of things people have never done that I've done. Age will do that to you, I guess. I've puked because of a ride at at fair but I've never been to Manitoba. Are they similar experiences?

If you follow this link, in passing it mentions the Lido and the subsequent replacement by the Mexican University. The thread is also a good photo tour of Hull and if you read the responses you can figure out what happened to the bar strip in Hull. Oh yes, the pharmacy in one of the photos: my wife's family founded that pharmacy. It was the first one in Hull. If you visit the place, her relative's diplomas are on the wall and their name is on the safe in the back. http://forum.skyscraperpage.com/showthread.php?p=4280100 The Lido was on our standard tour for visiting Americans when I lived in the corp world. We'd start at the Silver Dollar, dine at The Rose Bowl, hit the Lido, and end up at Le Gappe. The Gap was one of the strangest SCs I've ever seen. I really miss it!

I ended up giving a 1-hour tour of Ottawa to a family from Vancouver this afternoon. Part of my bit is to point out the geographic historical coincidence that as you drive down Sussex, you drive by the home of the British High Commissioner (that wee little house across the street from Foreign Affairs - Sir John A used to live there) and after the NRC building comes the French Embassy and the next house after the British and the French is 24 Sussex - Steve's house. When we passed the French Embassy they were clearly having a huge celebration on the grounds. Dad asked me what that was all about. I almost told him about National Nude day. But, my tips depend on not scaring the tourists so I told him it was Bastille Day. But I was naked in my mind!

I have written some ruminations (brief articles) about group sex in the '70s and in the '80s. If there is interest, should I post them here or in the General Canada discussion? Suggestions?

This has been added to my calendar, too.

I once was involved in selling wireless technology associated with a major Canadian carrier and one of the technologies they were just rolling out at the time was the ability to consumate Mastercard and Visa transactions over the phone. The idea was that contractors and such could process payments at the job site. It does not require a lot of imagination to see how that could fit into this discussion. In fact, that was the first thing I thought of when I first encountered it. As previously noted, the user has to have a business account and there are processing fees involved. The $1.50 transfers mentioned are effectively peer-to-peer transactions. I agree with the general response that it is far simpler for the guest to stop by one of those magic machines that dispenses money. Simpler for all concerned. Not to mention that it makes paper trails disappear.

Sexyjenny now has a review. Very glad to be able to provide one.

Sexyjenny. So aptly named. This relatively new addition to the Ottawa scene met me at the door wearing a beautiful smile and a long sweater. As I was turning to close the door my thought was that she would be lovely in nothing better. When I turned back my wish had been granted. And yes, Jenny is sexy. She is compact with a well toned body curvy and pointy in all the right places. After some preliminary snuggling and chitchat things turned serious. Jenny's demonstrated skills and abilities were very pleasurable and effective. Greek does not happen here but everything else is possible. YMMV of course. Afterwards we explored each other's ability in French and English. Jenny's oral English occasionally encounter's a small glitch but otherwise she has magical oral skills. Sexyjenny is a welcome addition to Ottawa and I recommend her to those who appreciate young, enthusiastic talent.

As soon as I discovered that I would be spending some time in Kingston I began the process of contacting ChanelStar. We finally made connections and arranged a rendezvous. It is my honour to state that the time we spent together was certainly worth the trip. If my schedule permits, I'll make a trip from Ottawa to Kingston just to see her. During her warm greeting at the door I was stunned to discover that her pictures do not do her justice. Put another way, a picture of a nice soft peach is pleasant. The experience of actually holding one, feeling the smooth skin and tasting the juices is an entirely different, much better thing. We moved to the bed, magic things happened with oil, she brought new life to old places and we connected in ways beneficial and pleasurable to both of us. The session tapered down with a session of cuddling and small talk. Earlier comments on her intelligence, wit, humour, and beauty are spot on. The time with her took a regular run to Kingston and made it one with special memories. I would recommend you, the reader, seriously consider getting to know this lovely person.

I recently had the pleasure of being with Malika. The experience was everything I could hope for and more. I actually am shy and had so advised her. 90 seconds after I arrived she had me completely at ease. She was delightful, attentive, funny, and extremely skilled in the arts. The fianl portion was unique, exactly what I wanted (not what you might think). There is so much more to this woman that I want to explore that I must arrange another rendezvous! An absolutely beautiful charmer. Posted via Mobile Device