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That sequence couldn't have been just coincidence! Or at least let my twisted imagination believe that's the case.

It was the height of summer. We had friends over for a BBQ. I had fixed everyone a large frozen strawberry Margarita. Six perfectly blended glasses of strawberry delight balanced on a tray. Was I worried, not a bit! I was a bartender in a previous life so I was confident in my ability to transport a tray of frozen drinks a scant 15 feet to where everyone had congregated by the pool. Sadly, I had forgotten to open the glass patio doors. Damn near broke my nose and I wore all six frozen sticky concoctions. The ironic part, well actually there's two ironic parts; I had just cleaned the glass earlier that day and I don't drink! I wore everyone else's drinks.

Following an exchange of extremely hot PM's, I wondered if any of the providers indulge in cybersex with potential or existing clients? It struck me as an interesting way to get to know someone's hot buttons. But is there a worry that you may lose business or that it would eventually consume your day? For the hobbyists, did you ever or do you now cybersex with a provider (without naming names)? This board reaches across the country. If you had the chance to text play with a out of town provider, would that increase you chances of booking if the lady in question comes to your town? Speaking for myself, I am totally in lust with several out of town providers. Text play may give insight into possible chemistry. On the plus side, it would be nice to share an orgasm virtually and then recreate in the flesh.

Long distance flirting/sexting with a very hot and horny goddess! Times like this, I wish I had a teleporter.

I've been called a bottom feeder before. I take that as a complement because of my love of the feminine bottom and adjacent real estate.

There is never a blow dryer around when you need it!

I, for one, am totally into it. Consider my nipples like little chocolate kisses that need to be consumed.

Whoa! Now I feel like a fish out of water!

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Strap on!! Whipping tends to mark my alabaster like skin. Knee socks and a tutu or thigh highs and a short skirt?

Aside from the few drivers without snow tires it always seems that the first real snow fall of the year catches drivers by surprise. It is like everyone forgot how to drive in the snow. Two or three more days of snow on the ground will give the majority time enough to relearn what had been forgotten since last March. Till then, keep your head down!

Morning play date!! How I've missed starting the day between the thighs of a special lady. There is just something about a long leisurely love making session that starts the day on a high note for me.

Oooo, both are nice, but I'd pick on her back cause I want her to be comfortable while I settle in for a long snack. Buffet or sit down dinner?

Along the same lines as MightyPen, the very last things I want to hear before sleep are: A: My dog making a yuurk sound...prelude to doggy barf! B: My dog's ass hole slamming shut. That means he or she just shat the bed AND they are close enough to my head for me to hear the aforementioned A-Hole closure. C: All of the above coming from my wife. :icon_eek:

Snow on the ground today!!! While I try to hide it, I'm not a fan of winter. Only six more months of this till spring like weather. Oh Joy!

My introduction dates back to the late 1970's. I was a randy young lad in search of adventure... and the rest, as they say, is history. So for me, this has been a life long hobby. And it just keeps on getting better!!

That song leads off my iPod playlist for when I want to enliven the mood.

As just one of the many aficionados of dining at the Y, I personally love the occasional reminder I get from my moustache. Or as I like to call it, "my flavour saver"!

Far from being credible myself, I tend to rely on three factors. Post count, reputation and the actual contributions from the individual. A low post count does not disqualify if I've read several postings that give insight into the author. Far from being a perfect science, I get a feel from the posts. The higher the post count the more reliable that feel becomes. Not too long ago we had a contributor who basically flooded the boards with posts in a very short time span. The poster tried to portray themself as a thoughtful, reasonable individual. But something about this person seemed off. Soon it became apparent to many on this site that we had a particularly virulent troll in our midst. The community immune system kicked into gear and shortly thereafter the troll was sent packing. My point in relating that story is that the community had decided this individual did not have what it takes to be a successful member of our family. The post count and reputation had little or nothing to do with the decision. It was the words and actions that sealed the troll's fate. On a personal note, I like seeing my own post count rise. I reminds me of how far I've come and how much I still have to learn.

Like curiosm7, I sometimes find generic terms of endearment disingenuous. Nothing kills my desire quicker than someone who fakes it with me. Fakery plays into my insecurities. One of the worst experiences I've had in recent years involved a local provider with an impeccable reputation who exclaimed in mid-cowgirl that no one has ever done her better or made her cum as much. The insincerity was palpable. I came and went as soon as I could after that. I won't be back. On the other hand, I often use those same geneic terms when with a professional partner. Sweet heart, baby, honey cakes and muffin are favorites. Well ok, I don't really use honey cakes or muffin, but I'm starving at the time of writing this. I'll use first names as well, but usually I just groan out various deities names, God, Jesus Christ, Allah, Budda be praised. Well maybe only the Christian deities or demigods. In the end, if the endearment was honestly given, I will accept with gratitude.

Cato, has it been five years already? Congratulations! The ladies love a man with endurance.

I was the only male on the call. So if there's something that you want to get off of your chest...feel free to share with the group.

Sitting in on a conference call with about 30 participants. My phone is on mute and I'm listening with half my attention. My other half is in CERB land with the ladies of my dreams.