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That TheChisa wouldn't find this graphic. And naturally he has to mention the only part of my anatomy that can't handle rough play. 
I couldn't afford to get graphic. I fiend, man. I fucking FIEND.
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C'mon. It's not like we're in the dark ages anymore.
If nothing else, I hear there are clubs that can give you what you need without the sex. I don't see why that could possibly be a problem.
Are you being direct about it? As in, have you had an open discussion with him to tell him that you honestly need that kind of attention and you feel sexually neglected since he won't or can't? Sometimes men are willing to experiment with certain activities when they realize that that is what gets their women all hot and heavy. But some guys are just gentlemen and the concept of hitting them, (or spanking, or whatever it is that you're in to) is just plain wrong no matter how you slice it. If that's the case then... well I've got nothing for that. |
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Except it's hard to trust a total stranger with a whip.
And it's difficult to meet someone just for that purpose and gain that kind of trust.
The people I could trust with sort of thing either aren't interested or live such a distance away that it wouldn't be feasible with my finances.
Besides, do you realize how difficult it is to tell someone you're interested in knife play? (Internet doesn't count) |
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| It is exactly what it sounds like, playing with knives. In its milder form, it could be just having one or being threatening with it. The more extreme form of knife play involves actually using it. |
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It was at a party, and the girl in question was piss drunk, and every time she would pass by me she would kick me HARD in the shins, even though I had done nothing at all to provoke this behavior and hadn't even talked to her that night.
After three or four encounters of this, and my continued insistence that she, you know, STOP ASSAULTING ME, I decided I'd had enough. So the next time she did it I grabbed a knife from the kitchen (where I was at the time of her latest attack) and pointed it at her.
Unbelievably, after looking down at the blade and sizing up the situation for ten seconds, she tried kicking me AGAIN. She hit the table leg instead and broke two of her toes, and the rest of the night was spent with the other women of the household bandaging and consoling her.
Of course, all of this was declared to be my rapey, rapey man-fault and I was banned from their household henceforth. |
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She having group
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She having knit group, church group, poker group, D&D group, all kind group, but they no sexing.
One time she having man group, but no rough. They all super nice, want to give foot massage, rub back, braide hair, and something about "polish pearl".
Gayest straight group ever, she no liking.
I miss Clipon so much sometimes... |
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I just read a flashback story of his...
Is it some kind of inside joke that I'm just not getting or is it pretty much clear cut? I can only understand Clipon after goodly amounts of pot. |
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We don't really know either.
Most of the time he wrote like a freshly landed illegal immigrant with severe cognitive issues due to ethylic intoxication, but his retorts and quips were too sharp and witty for that image to be consistent.
And then every once in a while he wrote a comment in flawless Victorian English, received pronunciation and all.
I like to think he's one of the Royals, bored as shit in Buckingham, just fucking around on the internet.
But, who knows. |
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| Yes it is me - I only find myself here from time to pathetic time....and always find myself looking for the Clip-on. Not Strap-on. Just the Clip On...oh where oh where can my Clip-on be...oh where oh where can he be?? |
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Oh yes
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In fact, she's probably more proud than the mother of a drug abuser with terrible writing skills.
As for being a sexual degenerate, I recommend you investigate what that really means. I enjoy pain, sure. But I'm monogamous, sleep only with consenting adults, and bear in mind I'm half your age. Yep, us youngsters get to do all kinds of crazy shit these days. Jealous? 
PS: Thanks for the low vote, luv. No, I'm not mad, because it still beats a 2 (please take note that that is YOUR average vote) |
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Come one, come all! Look at the girlfriend who clearly realized her boyfriend's been sexting me. Instead of getting mad at the sleaze ball she's with, she'd much rather lash out at a stranger on the internet.
Don't make sudden moves or witty remarks, she's bound to be dumbfounded. Don't bother insulting her either, as she lacks the required amount of grey matter to process the information.
Go remove your tampon, douche, and come back after the PMS.
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Your rant kept ringing a bell
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Heheh, I finally remembered what it was.
Please don't take this as criticism of your personal taste -- it's actually not even the same situation. But as told by my man Louie, this male reaction to a certain request is just too funny... |
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