oldblueeyez

An uplifting Irish gem: , of course!

Nope! Total distraction from the matters at and in hand! Unless we're making our own porn and it's a live feed of what we're doing. And in that case an audience of at least one additional person, not participating, but encouraging us, directing us, as she masturbates, yeah, that would be nice. Oh my God I hot-and-bothered myself.

Let thy food be thy medicine! http://www.iherb.com/Navitas-Naturals-Cacao-Powder-Raw-Chocolate-Powder-16-oz-454-g/8254?at=1 read the reviews...go raw unprocessed Lots of dem dere omeggy trees will help ya too, bye! Hiking in the wilds of South America while chewing the coca leaf would help too! This indeed is on my bucketlist! If you're a drinker, don't touch the booze. It just amplifies your current mood, and that would make matters worse of course.

We are men! We are beasts! We are meant to be hairy! I have, of late, noticed a fascinating increase in body hair density, and instead of being short and blond, it is now emerging long and dark. Additionly, I've noticed a small patch of grey in the middle of the chest. Am I fretting? No! Hell, I'll wear it like a proud old silverback gorilla! There are only two types of hair which irritate me, ear and nose, and for those I use a glass of wine, a thumb, and an index finger! Actually, ass hair is a curse too when those little bits of you-know-what get all knotted up, but the same tactic applies to those as well (try not to automatically smell your fingers afterwards like the stupid apes we are). As for the head, I find that male pattern baldness works wonderfully for hair removal! Men-only spa? It damn well better have a shed out back where we can drink booze and smoke pot while we shoot the shit around the woodstove!

I fully believe this industry should be legalized, as when it's run legitimately, between consenting adults, it's totally harmless and provides meaningful benefit to both parties. However, many of us, including politicians, who have daughters, know that 18 is still a kid, and if there is any hope of seeing this business legalized, it must have a respectable entry age, which I personally believe should be 21. I'll agree that 18 is a lovely age when it comes to the physical beauty of the female body; ahhhh, firm, fresh, and fertile! I steal glances all the time at young hotties walking down Spring Garden Road, and some of them even smile back! I can't blame a guy for wanting to be with a hot 18 year old, and I can't deny I'd love to have a genuinely intimate encounter with one, but since my desire is for an experience of mutual satisfaction to some degree, I'll stick to 30 and above...ummm, or maybe 25 and above...heh heh! Since she's apparently of legal age, then I suppose this thread is now moot.

For those of you who listen to our tax-funded broadcaster, Q with Jian Ghomeshi is having a show tomorrow about sex addiction (I'm pretty sure that's what I heard). Now whether Ghomeshi is an egotistical douchebag or, as his website exclaims, "an award-winning broadcaster, writer, musician and producer, mixing insight and opinion with unscripted wit" is debatable, but the show may be interesting to those of us afflicted with said addiction and the people who love (or at least temporarily befriend) them.

Going off track, but one of the sexiest women I was ever with was in her 50s; heh heh, and I was in my 30s; a body a 20-year-old would envy, but with decades of sexual wisdom to put it to good use. Yeah, what's the use of seeing a sub-20 year old, even a sub-30 year old, after we pass 40? Think any hot teen is not going to be holding back her vomit at the thought of getting naked with hairy (in all the wrong places), over weight, sag-moobed, stinky, lonely, wrinkly, dimple-butted (relatively) old men? What's the use of a hot teen viewing your wrinkly, veiny, age-spotted penis with utter disgust and touching it as if it were a rotting chicken leg pulled from last week's trash? Have some self-respect guys, at least those of us who aren't delusional sociopaths who haven't the slightest grasp of reality.

Better if you get the 45 super single and play it at 33 1/3...less nasal and more demonic.

There's a rush with hobbying, a rush that comes with the knock of the door; anticipation which wells up in one's chest. When that door opens and you're overwhelmed by the beauty presented to you, well, how can you resist it, time after time after time? Or watching the girls at Angies, getting all hot and bothered, and taking a dancer back to the hotel, time and time again. It's an extension of the early teen experience of jerking off to new porn after new porn after new porn. It's an addiction to new flesh, new scents, new tastes, new moans, new kisses, new juices. Now why am I thinking of ? Anyway, I fear I'll end up an old man in Angeles City or Pattaya. Anyone wanna join me? Any Freudian scholars here? Oh God couch me! Wine and women are my addictions. Why will one wine do when one woman won't? I hope both addictions kill me at precisely the same time! I believe that when when one dies, heaven is what you wish it is at the time of death, and I shall wish heaven to be Gentlemen's.

She has a fine body, so she certainly does not need to post facial pictures to attract clients. And as for her posting pics of her ID, well, wow, that is indeed insane. But, on the other hand, anyone with Gimp and a cheap laminator can create a passable-looking ID for posting fuzzy JPEGs on the net. I have some guesses: this poor girl is the victim of a very cruel prank and has nothing to do with this industry; this poor girl is heavily medicated with antidepressants, which in excess can totally rid one of all inhibition; this poor girl is the victim of a ruthless pimp who needs a most violent lesson in etiquette; this poor girl is genuine and totally lost. If she is underage or in this industry against her will, I hope LE swoops in and cleans up this mess. I don't know who I feel more sorry for, her or her parents. The net giveth, the net taketh away. Steer clear.

I once danced to that tune. Like anything, it may work and it may not. You will never know without trying, so why not? The only thing stopping you is inhibition; cast it aside and let destined souls collide.

I'm sorry for the reason you're in this hobby. :-( There are times when encounters do not live up to expectations, and I sit slouched in a strange, unclean hotel chair, wineglass in hand, wondering. Why did I do this? What did I achieve? Why am I alone in this room? Those are not happy moments. But then, on the other hand, when things go right, I lie in bed naked, quite satisfied and happy with myself, anticipating the next round of realm-shattering lovemaking, and life is good. Win some, lose some. I do not think you should be seeking to replace your previous partner; that can never happen. 'Replace' is not a good word. Rather, you should see it as adding a new chapter to your book of life. One must continually write new chapters before the ink runs out.

At a relatively young age, I discovered porn. Hard porn. Long before I had intimate relations with another human being, I had fantasized about and masturbated to the images of every legal (hetero)sexual act imaginable. Every new page, every new magazine, every new video, was a brand new adventure, a brand new hard-on, a brand new orgasm. Why would one masturbate to the same image twice when endless new ones were readily available? And so it became with sex. Why stop at one when so many are available? So much new intensity, so many new orgasms. Then the time can to procreate and nurture. But even with a partner worthy of a fashion magazine, it became endless sameness, and eventually the sameness ended. Love was, and is, there. But love is not enough, not for the orgasmically spoiled. I believe my next relationship will be within the context of the swinging lifestyle. It's seems to me the only way.

Man delights not me.

This and that typically in unison.

The pursuit of corporate castration inspires me. Thanks to unrestrained corporatism, we had Thalidomide prescribed, which I believe was the origins of this gentleman's lifetime dilemma. I'm curious as to what other corporate concoctions we are currently consuming, creating corporeal casualty and cerebral calamity? (I'm V's little brother, C!)

Gentlemen, Do you find that this hobby has affected your ability to engage in a monogamous long term relationship? Are we cursed? Were you exposed to hardcore porn at a relatively young age? What fuels this curse?

The largest navy investment since WW2...jet fighter procurement...is somebody expecting WW3?

I like to think that there is some possibility of mutual attraction in an encounter, heightening the excitement for both and making it more than just a typical service transaction. If one is 50something, the odds of having a lusty, juicy time are much better with a 40something than a 20something. I don't care how good an actress a young lady may be, I can tell when things are going well for both parties! ;-) And I guess there are plenty of young bucks into the cougar thing too, so there you go. Keep going until it is no longer your desired profession.

Steve-O-Reno's!!!!!!!!!! C'mon, support the little guy!!!! Corporatism ruins everything.

OMg (Oh my goodness), you maxed out your line of credit for sex? Laddie, use discretionary cash only! This is not a good time to have maxed out your credit, unless you bought gold coins with it, buried them, and are intending to purposely file for bankruptcy. Sex addiction is real. Don't ruin your finances over a bit-o-pussy! ;-)

The Aneros device, plus cranberry powder/capsules/juice, organic preferably, will knock the hell out of prostatitis. Venus Envy sells the Aneros, or you can get it online. Their website has a users forum with lots and lots of very happy customers. The lady who sold me mine seemed exceedingly curious as to whether I had a partner to insert it for me ;-) It ain't a cheap piece of plastic, but it's better than contorting yourself into crazy positions trying to reach your prostate with your finger (been there, done that...certainly not an ego-boosting sight if viewed in the bathroom mirror). 20 or 30 minutes of gentle massaging gets the prostate fluid flowing; it starts dripping out of the tip of your penis; then masturbating while gently tugging the device in a rythmic fashion will give you an out-of-this world orgasm with (relatively) volcanic semen flow. Before antibiotics, some doctors would perform prostate massages to help alleviate prostatitis symptoms. I believe it's still done in Chinese medicine; lucky Chinese dudes! Don't know if it will help prevent prostate cancer, but it seems to make sense that if you can increase the flow of prostate fluid, you might flush more toxins out of the organ. If that is a concern for you, google "Zyflamend".

Turkish Delight was small and quirky and just delightful when it was a tiny hole in the wall. Now they've expanded and I don't find it as charming any more. Still great Turkish delights though! The Oasis for cheap draught! I like to drink there while the lady of the hour shops. ;-)

It may be good for communities within an hour's commute of Halifax, as people seek out cheaper rural housing. Not everyone wants to live in urban mayhem. I can see Enfield/Elmsdale benefitting nicely; it's becoming a great little community there! I wish to buy some acreage and build my stone hut thereabouts someday.