Best bit of a porn film is the bits where the combatants act like they actually want each other, as opposed to being like, "hey, I've got a penis", "hey, I've got a vagina", "hey, lets have lots of orgasms and do you have a bisexual twin sister?", "sure!"
Someone once told me she loved me, and I made the mistake of believing her. Never again. Next time, I'll require proof! :silly:
Fascinating post. Thanks.
Personally I'm quite fond of anal-play but not full penetration - either giving or receiving. Actually I've only been on the giving penetration side a few times and my overall reaction is always "huh, is that it?". I have played around with receiving dildos and wotnot but again it leaves me underwhelmed, whilst just the tip of a finger drives me absolutely crazy.
Must admit I do have a bit of a thing for muscley women... :lickface:
Wow. :shock:
I don't like to make fun, because it's very easy to say and do stupid things in a moment of emotion, and there's certainly nothing wrong with wanting more than to just be used for sex, but after mature reflection on your tale, I have to say...
Wow. :shock: His last txt is the killer. :lol2:
As an ex-single-guy (well, I'm still a single guy, but I'm not a wannabe-swinger-single-guy anymore), one thing I think often gets forgotten in the various hints and tips that get passed around is that, all women are individuals. There's not one set of rules that work for everyone; you have to read the woman's advert and/or her posts in the forum and try to make a judgement on the best way to approach her.
As an illustration; when I first started doing this stuff, I used to write long romantic missives that were one half sexual fantasy, one half autobiography, and one half expressions of sexual attraction. After about a dozen I started to get a bit frustrated about the lack of response, and I read in someone's advert that people were writing too much for her to read. So I started writing less, making it more chatty, trying to draw people into conversation. A month or so later, I read in some advice document that women get really pissed off at long email conversations that don't lead to meets, so I changed again, usually ending messages with an invitation to exchange a few emails "with a few to meeting if we get on". I was always including a facial picture and sometimes a body-picture, but a few months later I found in the advice section on AdultFriendFinder the advice to always include a gential picture "so women can see what they're getting". Then I read somewhere about women not liking being pressured into meeting. So I changed again. And again. And someone else said that women hate getting genital pictures in their mail. And women hate getting any pictures attached to replies. And women hate getting replies without pictures. And women need to be wooed with long romantic fantasies. And you should should never say anything in a first message that doesn't directly compliment a woman. Never talk about the weather. Never leave any room for misunderstanding. A little vagueness goes a long way. Be honest. Be a fantasy. Sell yourself. Never tell women you've got an advert of your own. Never PM a woman in the forum. Only PM a woman if you've established a rapport already. Feel free to PM women to be chatty. Do this, do that, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Finally, after a lot of mature reflection and shooting steam out of my ears, I realised that it's all bollocks. People are individuals, and that includes women on swinging websites. Different people like to be approached in different ways, like to be treated in different ways. There's a few nearly-universal rules that can reduce the chance of you looking like a completely thoughtless moron, but otherwise... everyone's an individual, and that includes the single guys. Just be yourselves.
Unless your real self is a monosyllabic selfish bastard, I suppose.
I've been more single this year than at any other point in my life, and I have to say that I hate and loathe it with a passion. It terrifies me to think that one day, when I'm old and infirm, the entire rest of my life will be like this, except with more pain and less money. Man is not an island, et cetera et cetera et cetera.
Don't get me wrong, I like being master of my own house, and if by some startling strike of fate I did find someone (I'd probably win the lottery in the same week), it would have to be someone who could accept that, because I'd hate to end up as a kind of Richard Bucket, trailing after his wife and tutting "yes dear" and "no dear" and hating every minute. I anticipate spending quite enough time following ridiculous orders for an unthinking mini-Hitler at work.
Ah well; c'est la vie, as the French write on their toilets.
There's been several occaisions recently where I've found myself assailed by people who have somehow read what I've written and understood something completely different. I find this very difficult, because (a) the people are often well-known posters who I've previously respected, and (b) however hard I try to explain something they just don't seem to understand. What do you do? People can get quite vociferous in their defence of their initial misconceptions. Or is it me who misconceives? It's human nature that you want people to understand you; if we didn't want to communicate we wouldn't be posting, would we?
Wow. I always thought the bowling side didn't have any say in a decision to come off for bad light.
Central heating? It be chilly weather... brrrrr...
I don't think people should reply on condoms for birth control. They do break (and hey, if the gentle gyration of my swollen matchstick can break a condom, I'd hate to see what someone who was bigger and more vigorous can do to it!). Obviously I'm a guy, but I can't help but think it's prudent for women to use two contracteptive methods to lessen the chances of "little accidents" - condoms and the pill, or whatever.
Of course, this raises the question - what if the lady is trying to currently trying to conceive with her regular sexual partner?
Actually, now Mark's brought it up (blame Mark! blame Mark!), the abuse of the word 'fun' is one thing that does get on my nerves about swinging websites. There seem to be hundreds and thousands of ads, all looking for 'fun'. "Have hotel room, looking for a couple for fun." "Wnt babes 4 adlt fun 2nite." "My wife doesn't understand me; I' want a horny bitch for regular fun." All this using 'fun' as a euphemism for 'sex'... I mean, why not just say 'sex'? We're adults on a swinging website, shouldn't we be able to describe our desires using the technical terms rather than just generalising it all as 'fun'? I can understand people some people being coy about explicit references to sexual acts or intimate body-parts, but when your advert proudly displays a picture of their raging erection (looking like something that's just leaped out of a swamp in a particularly low-budget horror B-movie), how can you be too coy about describing sexual acts beside it?
Okay, I was reading people's pleas for more swinging-related postings in a certain locked thread, and while as a non-swinger I can't oblige, this is a post about sex and that's close enough. I was thinking about this in bed last night/this morning and couldn't quite come to a conclusion.
How compartmentalised is your sex-life from your normal life?
Reading people's adverts here and what people post here and in Let's Meet Up, I get the impression that for many people, sex is something almost entirely separate from the rest of their personalities. For a lot of people sex seems to be about the very physical sensation of friction on the genitals. Kinda like brushing your teeth; some people brush sideways and some brush up-and-down, and some use a cheap toothbrush and some use an electric toothbrush, but at the end of the day brushing your teeth is a habit not an experession of your personality. Do you see sex in the same way? Or do you see sex as an integrated part of your whole? When not having sex or thinking about having sex, is sex still a part of you or do you leave it behind like a suitcase?
Personally, I think it's still very much a part of me. Sex can be a great escape but I can't leave the rest of me behind when I'm having sex; anyone I'm in bed with has to deal with my arms and legs and personality too. I think I'm pretty-much the same person in bed as I am outside it (albeit with an erection and less clothes).
Once again, a few idiots spoiled everyone else's fun, then.
Reverse cowgirl? Or does the edge of the plaster cause chafing damage to your partner's thigh?