rdymango

The Shawshank Redemption ["Get busy livin,' or get busy dyin'] Tombstone [i'm your Huckleberry"] Inception The Cooler Raiders of the Lost Ark The Departed Ronin Glengarry Glen Ross ["Will you go to lunch!!"] The Fisher King The Princess Bride

Have you tried anal sex on yourself, using a finger(s) or toys? That way you're in complete control of how fast and how deep you go. Glass toys are really good because they are non-porous and stay lubricated well. It would be a really safe way to experiment. It might be a good first step in determining if it's for you. As far as the mechanics of it go... (a) take you're time, (b) there's no such as thing as too much lube when it comes to anal sex, and © stay away from vaseline or any oil-based lubes! As the saying goes, different strokes for different folks. If it turns out that anal strokes aren't for you, leave the anal strokes for other folks.

I can't believe they're doing a Footloose remake. It doesn't get better than Kevin Bacon!! You can't remake that! Does anybody remember "The Last Starfighter." With today's technology and tweaking the story a little, it could be really kick-ass.

LOOOOVE perfume! Women don't seem to wear perfume to work any more because people can be sensitive to it. I see signs on buses warning people not to wear scents because it can irritate passengers. When did people become so sensitive to perfume (and cologne, for that matter?) Don't get me wrong, I don't think perfume should be suffocating. You should only be able to smell it if you're within a close handshake to someone. But I do find perfume to be a major, major turn-on. I do miss the days of women smelling like women (as opposed to smelling like "neutral") and trying to guess what perfume she's wearing or even striking a conversation about what perfume she's wearing.

I think there is a big difference between being alone and being lonely. You can be alone and not feel lonely; conversely you can be surrounded by friends and family and still feel lonely. Personally, I love the solitude when I can get it. Solitude for me means being disconnected from everyone in every way. I really appreciate a day or two of solitude with no email, no internet and no phones. The only way I've been able to accomplish this is by heading out of town, finding a nature trail and following it wherever it leads (and hope I don't run into people talking on their cell phones). I really cherish this kind of alone time. In a strange way, I feel more connected with the world than at any other time (if that makes any sense). As for being "connected" through cellphones, the WWW, etc... there is a certain amount of superficiality to it. Maybe I'm getting old and old-fashioned, but people seem to be forgetting how to have decent, respectful, articulate, meaningful conversation with each other face-to-face. One of the things that's really puzzled me is seeing a group of teenagers hanging out together, all on their cell phones and no one speaking to each other. Ahhh...maybe I am just getting old and the technology is just passing me by....*sigh*

In the immortal words of Gene Simmons, "If you can't pay cash for it, you can't afford it."

Maybe my thought-process is too simplistic here, but using a credit card or non-cash transactions to pay for these services seems to have more drawbacks than benefits. Potential charge-backs, fraudulent use, disclosure of personal information, interest fees, transaction fees, etc... Cash is King. Take 5 minutes to go to a bank machine...voila...everyone's happy...enjoy the ride!

Fiction: - Anything written by Carol Shields - "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time" - "The Book Thief" - "The Dark Tower Series" by Stephen King - "American Psycho" Non-Fiction - Anything written by Bill Bryson - "Into the Wild"

I feel really strongly that every Canadian should vote. It is the simgle most important thing we do as a free country and it's a real shame that less than half the population actually goes out to vote. The problem is that none of the parties are particularly inspiring; it feels like each one of them holds empty promises; that we're just going to get lied to yet again. I feel like I keep paying more taxes for less Government services. The cost of living continues to increase, while so may people are struggling to find work or haven't seen an increase in pay in many years. $300 million to hold a Federal election = $10 million per Canadian. Each vote is worth $10 million - I sure wish my vote felt that valuable. That being said, I'll keep a close eye on what the parties are promising and I'll pick the lesser of all evils. This country needs to be inspired!

I never got the talk from my parents. I got the clinical version of sex ed in grade 5. There was also the huge stack of Playboys my friend's Dad had stashed away in his closet. And then there was the first porno I ever saw (found in that same closet). I was 12 years old and that porno was the best sex talk I ever heard! I didn't fully understand what was going on, but it sure looked like it was alot of fun!!

Hmmm....Suddenly I'm thinking of a roleplay where those KISS condoms might be awesome!! Yeesh! There isn't anything Gene Simmons won't put his name/face on. He's not that a good a bassist, a below average singer, but the guy is a marketing genius. I'm not sure there's anyone better at pimping himself out and more delusional about himself.

The other day I'm walking downtown and on the other side of the street I see an SP I've met before. She was walking down the street by herself. And then my mind starts wonder; what would the protocol be if we had bumped into each other and recognized each other? Do I pretend that we don't know each other? Do I strike up a small-talk conversation? Do I simply flash a friendly smile and keep walking? What's the protocol?

I've always wondered if I should provide a description of myself before meeting an SP for the first time. I can see how having health issues and/or tipping the scale one way or the other would be important to mention prior to a first encounter. I've always felt the information was so one-sided. The ladies have to reveal quite a lot, yet the gentlemen don't. There's a part of me that feels it would be the courteous thing to do so that there are no surprises regarding my body type (I'm on the smaller side of the scale) and ethnic background. And then there's the part of me that thinks that if I describe myself to her that I'll get rejected because I'm not her type. It's kind of like asking the question to something that you might not like the answer to. Is that messed up or what? I really need to get over my fear of rejection! What did I do with that Therapists phone number....

Yep. That's the one! Who knew a can of Pepsi could be so drop dead sexy. And Cindy's not bad either!

The original Cindy Crawford Pepsi commercial. "Is that a great new Pepsi can or what?" "It's beeeeeeuuutifuul..."

She smelled like vanilla. He was nuzzled up to her neck, breathing in her sweet, soft scent. He inhaled deeply, wanting her delicate aroma to fill his lungs. They were sitting on the edge of the bed, their arms entwined. Her lips were soft against his and their tongues were dancing. And to think, just moments ago he was sharing a bottle of white wine and some small talk with her; needing both to calm his nerves. Now he was pressed up against her, kissing her supple neck and bare shoulders. Her skin felt like silk on his lips. He asked her to stand up so that he could undress her slowly and admire her body. One by one, as each article of clothing came off, it revealed simply how breathtaking she was; the curve of her hips, her perky breasts, her round ass, her shapely legs, slender shoulders and long cascading hair could be a muse for artists. Naked now except for her high heels and thigh-high stockings he guided her back to the edge of the bed, having her lay down so that he could give her oral pleasure. She laid back, giving him access to her most intimate and private areas. She felt soft and moist and could have spent all evening devouring her sweetness. The way she moaned, squealed and giggled urged him to keep going. She soon returned the favour. The way she used her full lips and soft tongue on him drove him to ecstacy. Every now and then she would look up at him and give him a sly grin. He could have let her go on pleasing him like this, but he wanted more of her. He was thrust into another world when he felt her legs wrapped around his waist and over his shoulders. He never wanted this to end. He loved feeling so pressed up tight against her. They switched positions and he was kneeling behind her now. He took her waist in his hands and looked down at her perfect heart-shaped ass. Again, he was thrust into another world of ecstacy; to feel her this way and to hear her moaning and heavy breathing. He wanted to feel enveloped by her again and beckoned her on her back again. He loved feeling wrapped up in her. And as their evening came to a close, they bid each other a pleasant evening with a hug and a kiss, already anticipating a next time...

"Her Diamonds" by Rob Thomas. It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, it breaks me heart every time I hear it. It makes me relive the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and loss that I went through.

I'm probably in the minority here, but I don't mind that "special time" at all. Granted, there are certain things I won't do (specifically daty) but my experience from girls I've been with is that they are especially horny during that time (or is that my imagination?) Again, I'm probably in the minority here, but I don't mind the "mess." Just don't use your good sheets! Alternatively, using the shower works really well. I've never been with an SP during her time, but as long as she made me aware, I think it would be fine. That way the client can make up their own mind whether or not they want to go ahead. I think most guys would appreciate being told up front.

Admittedly I was nervous as I got into the elevator and pushed the button that would lead to her floor. I had made a request prior to our meeting and when she opened the door to let me in, I saw that she had obliged me. Her form-fitting black dress, stockings and high heels said "classy and sexy" all at the same time. When she opened the door to reveal the gorgeous woman that she is, my heart started beating even faster. She did an amazing job of putting me at ease, offering me a drink and starting with pleasant conversation. She's not only classy and sexy, she's articulate too. She could be "Canada's Next Top Model!" Her body measurements are model-like and she has a face that could grace the cover of any magazine. I shall spare the explicit details of our date, but I will say that 1 hour is not enough with this beautiful woman!

Looove a woman dressed in a business suit. Smart-fitting jacket, blouse and skirt. Underneath wearing sexy lingerie. High heels! mmmmm.....High Heels! For me, a woman in a business suit says, 'sexy, classy, confident, intelligent, etc..." Did I mention high heels? Those can stay on the whole time!

Bugs Bunny before it was edited to be politically correct. In more recent years I really liked a cartoon called Pinky and the Brain, though I don't think it's on any more and I don't think it lasted very long. As for comics, Calvin & Hobbes rocks! I sure hope Bill Waterson never sells out to TV or movies.

I find the runway crazy sexy! I can't quite put my finger on it (no pun intended) but I find that there's something sexy about a woman who takes the time to create a runway. Love feeling a soft smooth kitty on my mouth and a little pad of soft fur up top. It really gets me going! As for men who shave, I have to confess, I keep a runway myself! It has nothing to do with making myself look bigger, and has everything to do with feeling a woman's hands and mouth on me better. Besides, I figure if I want my woman shaved, the least I can do is return the favour!

I'm usually not a big fan of covers. Artists today (and I use the word "artist" loosely for many of today's entertainers) tend to overproduce covers. I hope I don't get beat up for this, but I actually like Michael Jackson's version of the Beatle's song, "Come Together." Don't get me wrong, I looove the Beatles. I just think he made the song edgier and the guitar riffs are more powerful. (Don't beat me up too much!!)

Really interesting topic! The history of shoes, particularly womens shoes, is pretty fascinating. It's amazing that something as simple as shoes can be so symbolic. I find it dead-sexy when a woman can walk in high heels with confidence. I've never been able to quite figure out why it's such a turn-on, though what you've said certainly gives me more to think about. I'm sure Freud would have a field day!

I didn't think it was possible that it could get better than the first time we met, but it could! And it did! How is it possible that you can finish a date completely satisfied, but still want more? To me, that's Cindy in a nutshell - she leaves you completely satisfied, yet wanting more. How is it possible that the laws of time suddenly change when you're with her? How did 2 hours go by that fast!! As soon as the door closed behind me after our date, I was already looking forward to the next time. As soon as I was out of the building I was missing her already! My date with her was a little while ago and I'm still reliving every hot minute!