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chazxx
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 44
0 miles · City of Edinburgh
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Sexlightened
For me a lot depends on how the evening went prior to the invite. No sexual tension what so ever I’d take it as coffee. Lots of sexual tension, flowing from both directions, I’d take it as coffee and perhaps some more time for things do move on a level.
The above applies to people out with here. I’d expect someone from here to be honest/straight to the point and ask for sex if that is in fact what they want.
The above applies to people out with here. I’d expect someone from here to be honest/straight to the point and ask for sex if that is in fact what they want.
Sexlightened
It’s a pet hate of mine also.
I have found that people view them as a sort of safety blanket in sum situations. The most obvious is when out on a date/meet.
I once went on a few dates with a girl who was practically attached to her phone. I recall going round to her place and in the space of about 2hrs she must have had 15 texts, and each one got a reply. AAAAAAAAAAAAH that was kind of the end of her as far as I was concerned even if she was a good ………….
I have found that people view them as a sort of safety blanket in sum situations. The most obvious is when out on a date/meet.
I once went on a few dates with a girl who was practically attached to her phone. I recall going round to her place and in the space of about 2hrs she must have had 15 texts, and each one got a reply. AAAAAAAAAAAAH that was kind of the end of her as far as I was concerned even if she was a good ………….
Sexlightened
My ex G/F and I were having sex in the shower one morning, well it was all over the house but we ended up in the shower together. We were running reallly late and had to get going.
We were in the shower playing with each other. I was so turned on I kind didn't even realise I had started wanking. It was just as a came I looked at her face and noticed just how shocked she was.
Out we went and about 3hrs later she whisperd into my ear that my show in the shower was the one of the most horny things she had ever seen.
So their you go I guess some girls like it, me I'd much rather you gave us a hand
We were in the shower playing with each other. I was so turned on I kind didn't even realise I had started wanking. It was just as a came I looked at her face and noticed just how shocked she was.
Out we went and about 3hrs later she whisperd into my ear that my show in the shower was the one of the most horny things she had ever seen.
So their you go I guess some girls like it, me I'd much rather you gave us a hand
Tit Moday
Sexlightened
Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now, that glorious day when, heading
into work on the bus, or walking to the Tube, or sitting on the train, you
find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find
yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence
in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the
comforting regularity of a heartbeat.
And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last,
Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit
Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the
temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting
dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.
After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly
dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this
season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is
suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark
months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.
Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts
braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in
summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before
you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the
crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...
And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of
spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit
Monday.
Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable
feast. Last year it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be precise, when
temperatures maxed out at after nothing much above 16C all year. It
last fell on a Monday in 2004, when temperatures leapt to 22C on 24 April.
And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer,
temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit Friday 2005
dropped away to a parky ). But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly
stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to
bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that
when they're all standing outside All Bar One after work celebrating the
arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the
cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs.
It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding
up nipples.
So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your
mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will
be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early
starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more
level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder
dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps. As the poet
said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make.
Fingers crossed for an early start and a long summer!
Happy perving!
The above is not my ramblings its a copy of an E-mail I was sent this morning
into work on the bus, or walking to the Tube, or sitting on the train, you
find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find
yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence
in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the
comforting regularity of a heartbeat.
And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last,
Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit
Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the
temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting
dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.
After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly
dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this
season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is
suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark
months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.
Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts
braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in
summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before
you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the
crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...
And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of
spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit
Monday.
Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable
feast. Last year it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be precise, when
temperatures maxed out at after nothing much above 16C all year. It
last fell on a Monday in 2004, when temperatures leapt to 22C on 24 April.
And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer,
temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit Friday 2005
dropped away to a parky ). But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly
stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to
bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that
when they're all standing outside All Bar One after work celebrating the
arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the
cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs.
It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding
up nipples.
So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your
mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will
be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early
starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more
level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder
dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps. As the poet
said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make.
Fingers crossed for an early start and a long summer!
Happy perving!
The above is not my ramblings its a copy of an E-mail I was sent this morning
Sexlightened
Quote by Sassy-Seren
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'You are more dominant than submissive, as indicated by your score on this test. Your sexual personality likes spontaneity, yet appreciates the tried and true. You are open-minded with a foothold in the traditional.'
:shock:
I was told the same although my score was 80%
Sexlightened
Hi all
Being a single lad on here my add doesn’t exactly generate a landslide of Emails hence I thought I shout be more pro-active.
So this is me in pro-active mode. I’m free this coming Tue, the 28th, and would love to meet up with a couple in the Edinburgh area. The pace we go at is entirely upto you. I’m happy to do whatever makes you feel comfortable.
So go on then take me a step closer to living out the fantasy……..
Being a single lad on here my add doesn’t exactly generate a landslide of Emails hence I thought I shout be more pro-active.
So this is me in pro-active mode. I’m free this coming Tue, the 28th, and would love to meet up with a couple in the Edinburgh area. The pace we go at is entirely upto you. I’m happy to do whatever makes you feel comfortable.
So go on then take me a step closer to living out the fantasy……..
Sexlightened
Never worked in one but I used one on a regular basis to got to know all the staff very well as it is only a small hotel, 40 rooms max.
Anyway I’m staying there about 3 years ago and turn up late, say 2am ish, after a night out. So its me and a friend of mine, Anna, who just happens to work at said hotel standing at the door waiting on the Porter to let us in. The Porter comes along and lets us in and we have a chat and then as per norm are told to head through to the bar if we want a drink of two. Now usually he, the porter would serve the drink but he was busy with something else this night so we are told to help ourselves and leave what we are due on the bar.
Myself and Anna walk into the bar only to see the head chef taking a girl from behind whilst she is holding onto the bar. The Chef is so drunk he almost starts a conversation before realising that he is in an embarrassing position. The poor girl on the other hand screams and runs off leaving her top behind in the bar.
We still laugh about it now and have since got to know the girl involved. I met her in a club about 3 weeks after we first eh met.
Anyway I’m staying there about 3 years ago and turn up late, say 2am ish, after a night out. So its me and a friend of mine, Anna, who just happens to work at said hotel standing at the door waiting on the Porter to let us in. The Porter comes along and lets us in and we have a chat and then as per norm are told to head through to the bar if we want a drink of two. Now usually he, the porter would serve the drink but he was busy with something else this night so we are told to help ourselves and leave what we are due on the bar.
Myself and Anna walk into the bar only to see the head chef taking a girl from behind whilst she is holding onto the bar. The Chef is so drunk he almost starts a conversation before realising that he is in an embarrassing position. The poor girl on the other hand screams and runs off leaving her top behind in the bar.
We still laugh about it now and have since got to know the girl involved. I met her in a club about 3 weeks after we first eh met.
