It's a cold, wet, miserable night and you're driving home. Ping the fuel light goes on, and the fuel computer says there is 50 miles left in the tank. Home is 60 miles away Fuel is close at hand but needs a 10 minute detour adding to your journey time, but there is a garage nearer home on your route. Decision time, and you select to go the distance.
Ping 25 miles left in the tank, and your best guess is that it's 15 to the filling staion, just 10 left at the end. Will you make it? Probably, but the nagging doubts are starting to move about in your head. You start to wish you had made that detour now.
Ping 10 miles left in the tank and it's about 5 miles to the filling station. Holy cow it's getting close and panic is starting to rise as you watch the fuel miles appear to drop quicker that the miles you are travelling. Theres a real confict in your pants as your backside fights with your brain trying desparatly not to soil you pants. You're red hot, but the car is freezing. Where is that filling station?
There it is, there it is. Thank God. You coast in with 2 miles fuel left, heave a sigh of relief and fill the tank. You gaze at the fuel quantity that you put in and realise that the tank really was dry. Silenty you vow to yourself never to do that again.
It's a cold, wet, miserable night................
Been there, done that. Hands up all those that have done it too. Errm just rephrase that, hands up in the air those that have done that. I know how some of the barmpots think on this site.
Day dream. Do I ever. Working on your tod all day helps me through it.
Given half a chance I'd join my alter-ego flying short haul in central and southern Europe, and spend my holidays in one of those 5 star huts on stilts in the indian ocean.
They have an outdoor lounge area where you can just slip off the edge and into the clear indian waters, and have a glass topped table which allows you to see into the waters so you can watch mermaids swim by. :rascal:
Day dream. Do I ever. Working on your tod all day helps me through it.
Given half a chance I'd join my alter-ego flying short haul in central and southern Europe, and spend my holidays in one of those 5 star huts on stilts in the indian ocean.
They have an outdoor lounge area where you can just slip off the edge and into the clear indian waters, and have a glass topped table which allows you to see into the waters so you can watch mermaids swim by. :rascal:
PMT
I'd rather wrestle rabid rottwiellers naked in a pit of nettles and barbed wire whilst being sprayed with high velocity cannon fire any day
Oh how I love PMT :crazy:
Hi Manc here,
It's changed so much recently I no longer know who I am, why Im here, where I'm going, or where I was.
Hells teeth am I lost or what?
Answers on a postcard to the usual address.
ps It's nice here the walls are padded but it's difficult writing home in crayon.
Many happy returns Woo.
Wish someone would get me a shortarse like the one DG has got you. :laughabove:
:thrilled: Happy Birthday. :thrilled:
Many happy returns Woo.
Wish someone would get me a shortarse like the one DG has got you. :laughabove:
:thrilled: Happy Birthday. :thrilled:
To me a time waster is simply an indivdual or couple or whoever who arranges a meet and the fails to show. Anybody with a ounce of creditability and good manners would do what ever is necessary to cancel or rearrange a meet. I've had my own share of time wasters, sitting in a car park all afternoon was far from fun, plus other occasions when I've been messed about. Believe it or believe it not even single blokes have a life outside of here and cannot be expected to just drop their lives to rush off to meet others who suddenly have use of you. Happened to me once, just couldn't believe the cheek of it. Very rude.
As for chatting, using the forum, or PMing others in the course of general conversation/airing their views is far from time wasting in my opinion. It's a chance to meet people just the same as going to the pub, club, or gym. It's a while since I had a meet, but I do enjoy coming here to chat and air my views and have a good laugh too.
An interesting topic this one. Violent sex
It depends upon the context in which violent sex takes place. In reality the victim is usually powerless and has no say in what is happening to them nor has the power to stop what is happening. In the fantasy world in which you wish to act out these fantasies of violent sex the victim/subordinate partner has the power to say stop and expect it to happen. In the fantasy world there is also trust between the persons invovled otherwise it just isn't going to happen but is some thing that doesn't happen in the real world invovling violent sex.
As for myself I do sometimes fantasize about violent sex but in my mind wether I am the aggressor or the victim, we are all willing participants. I to like to read fictional accounts of violent sex knowing that it is just that fiction/fantasy and isn't for real and is written for erotic stimulation.
I can't bear to watch violent sex in porn films. Is it for real or just very good acting? I just don't know and I cannot decide to my complete satisfaction that the victims are willing and safe carrying out the plot. On a porn site I did see a woman in a BDSM video who looked extremely distressed and was crying wholeheartedly. I couldn't bear to watch and felt rather helpless that I couldn't stop what I witnessed. Promptly stopped the video.
For myself I can see no problem with violent sex in a fantasy context providing that the participants all understand their roles, the game play, there is trust, and above all can be stopped with a safe word if someones boundary is reached or crossed.
Oh Please, please, please
Kat Deeley
She's look great in a bin bag. Better still shagged out on my bed. :twisted:
At first I was going to leap in and say that performance anxiety was a male thing but with very little experience to go by I felt that I was insufficiently qualified to comment.
Having read previos contributions it would appear that it is more of a male thing than a female thing. Unlike women it is immediatly noticable that a male is having problems and if those he is with appear uncaring matters can be made worse. Sex is a strange thing in that no matter how hard you try it won't work and more effort put in has a negative effect.
From my own exprience of my first meet I spent some time talking to the couple I was going to meet, and expressed my concerns regarding this sort of matter. I'm pleased to say that the lady concerned was very understanding and sympathic. Our disscusion of said matter put me at my ease and as a result we had a very pleasant evening together. For this to have happened, especially as it was my frst meet, I consider myself very fortunate.
Bugga, bugga, bugga
Oh Earthy I can't come to your birthday bash as I've already booked for the Leeds munch and I've ordered my tux an' everyfink.
Have a lovely time and I hope to see you at Tankinis' Hartlepool munch.
By the way did I say BUGGA!
