It’s a simple statement of fact; it doesn’t make me feel one way or the other about my life. I will confess, however, that I do derive a mild enjoyment out of the sparring match that it provoked.If that makes you feel better about you're clearly miserable life, so be it
Hunny I'm not upset at all, there is no sparring match because arguing with you is intellectually beneath me, and that's why you're trying to provoke me, but I'm not taking the bait.
The fact that you keep replying is proof positive that you’ve been provoked into taking the bait. Your refusal to engage with counter arguments raises the question; Do you lack the drive to win an argument, or do you lack the ability?
Go to the doctor and get tested every two week or every month. Minimum. Many clinics specialize in this or your own doctor can help you. Knowledge is power. Prevention is key. Your health, her health, all
They feel the same way but reverse. they mostly disassociate where possible. Genuinely nice and that’s why it’s hard when you connect - it’s harder for both to make sense of the arrangement It catches both of you. You both go separate ways and cry in silence and confusion of what this world is and the reality you’ve participated in
I’m Catholic - you’re welcome to come to confession with me. Every religion has this problem. What does it mean to repent?
Maybe it’s just the process. It’s within the individual To know when it’s time. It’s why forcing someone to stop something or change doesn’t always work the first or second or third time around. There’s some other thing that’s the root problem. The individual needs to set the routine cadence. My therapist doesn’t complain when I see her every week or twice when I’m especially “off” nor does my rmt. Ebb and flow
Does remind me of my dealer asking me if I was okay twice and then a month later finally got clean. It was a wake up call. But so is anyone asking me if I’m okay - it’s usually a way of someone calling attention to something you know is needing attention and that’s the moment you needed And waited for.
Jesus doesn’t have anything to do with the desires. Go find your WWJD bracelet. You have it wrong.
You should go to the Toronto oasis and report back your story.I’m in the same boat. I get a massive rush out of new sex partners, be they civilian or hookers. I go through the same up/down cycle you describe: A gradually building urge to stick Mr Happy in something new which gets to the point where it overcomes your better sense so you book a girl and have her rebalance your hormones. Feels really great in the moment and right after, but eventually you start to kick yourself for blowing all that cash and letting your self discipline slip. However, the urges builds and a month later your balls deep in a Japanese hooker and happy as hell.
The one thing that does seem to help is age; as you get older it slows down. I’m now going every month or two. In my twenties - thirties was a different story; luckily I was better looking back then so I could get some civi action. I used to be really bad. When I lived in Winnipeg there was this on-premise swingers place called Oasis. I remember one weekend when my GF was out of town; in went to the Oasis on Saturday afternoon and lucked out; there was a chick who was doing a gang bang, (decent looking, had a weird bush; very tight/stiff/curl-felt like a wire brush), I did her, hopped off cleaned up and wandered around. About 30 minutes later I‘m walking by a room with an open door, older couple in it, both kind of chunky; I’m not really attracted to her, but we end up chatting. After about ten minutes she asks if I’d like to have sex while her husband watches. I’m not really all that into her, but figure while not? So I do her; nothing special, just a standard screw. I head out, clean up, and then just go hang out in the sauna and steam room for an hour or so. I wander back downstairs to the common area and there is another chick doing a gang bang. She’s set up for doggy style on the central divan. Again, she’s big, which is something that I’m not fond of, but she’s young and she’s sticking her ass in the air and pretty much literally saying “Fuck Me”, so I get in line and I fuck her. Another clean up, and I’m off for a wander. A couple of hours later I come across a decent looking chick kneeling in one of the rooms a ring of guys around her; she’s got a cock in each hand and one in her mouth and every one else is jerking it looking at her. I work my way into the circle once one of the guys leaves. She never gets around to me, but I jerk off and eventual get a small load off onto her back/legs. At this point it’s after mid night and I’m tired so I head out. At the front there is this really hot, petite girl. I hear her ask the guy at the desk to call her a cab. I figure, what the hell, and ask her if she’d like a lift home. She accepts. Get to the car and start driving. She seems a little distracted, so I ask if everything is all right. She tells me she came to the club with her boyfriend, and the two of them got into a threesome with another chick, and when she wanted to leave the boyfriend decided to stay behind and fuck the other chick some more. I’m not really sure what to say to that, so half joking tell her she should fuck some other guy for revenge. She kind of shrugs. She was really good looking, just my type, petite, hand full tits and 80ish hair, so I figure, give it a shot and ask her if she’d like to fuck. She waits for a second and says ‘sure’, so I find a secluded parking lot, park and ask again if she is sure. She just adjusts herself in her seat, pulls her skirt up an moves her knees apart. I’m really ready at this point, so I climb over the centre console, move her panties to the side and slide in. She was very wet (I figured it was her BFs cum, and didn’t care). We finish, I hop back in my seat and drive her home. I drop her off with my mess still inside. I go home, hit the sack. I wake up the next morning, and all I can think about is that chick walking up her stairs, taking my mess in with her, and it gets me going. About 1pm, I can’t deal with it; I open up back page, get an appointment and go do a chunky red head with big tits that really flop when I thrust. I shoot a big load in her, head home, clean up. GF comes back that night; I’m still turned on thinking about the girl,I did in my car. I eat my GF out, fuck her, take a break, then she blows me, we take a break, the I eat her while my dick recovers, the I fuck her. I wanted to fuck her again but she said her pussy was sore from getting eaten twice and fucked twice, so I tit fuck her.
That is what sexual addiction looks like when you are 33 years old and hitting the gym on a regular basis. You hit 55, and sexual addiction looks more like ”I wish I had the energy to jerk off”.
majority of us still don’t know who grace is but she’s all over the other review site. Can someone share who she is ? Is she a provider or client?This troll thread still going on?
Good on Grace to make multiple handles
I know- my mouth was hanging open at that. I’ve never heard that term in my life. Major ouch
Check this thread post #19 for some answers you're looking for. There are likely other names also but those mentioned are her more recent. And currently she uses the name Luna Soliel. Anyone with that many names as an SP = red flag.
Sadly, I got old and fat. Were I to try that again today I suspect the story would run along the lines of: Arrived at the club, saw a chick doing a gang bang so I got in line. By the time I made it to the front for my turn my knees were too sore and my back hurt so I just sat down beside her, and had a nice chat about how her day was going. It was a disjointed chat because she could only answer when the gentleman who was face fucking her withdrew his cock to avoid ejaculating. Even when her mouth was unoccupied she she seemed to get distracted when the fellow fucking her got a bit carried away and jarred her cervix. Either way, she didn’t seem to mind me having a relaxing fap, and then a nap once I was finished. When I woke up she was gone and there was this one eyed Golum type individual with a neon blue wig sniffing my dick (reminded me of Biden for some reason). I said hello, which startled them and they ran off into the shadows….
Lot lizard is a prostitute that hangs around truck stops and specializes in servicing truckers. The term denotes the more aggressive ones that will walk up to a parked truck (where the driver is sleeping), knock, and try to solicit some business.
Do we have lot lizards in Ontario?
I’m loving this. To be fair though the crowd is interesting there and you really wouldn’t be out of place. Trust me. I have also seen sad cocaine men with sad floppy penis and they probably think they’re going to get hard sometime soon and never do so they sweat in the corner and try to stretch it into someone’s unwilling personal space. When you get bored of that go watch people lining up to be paddled Or go float in the pool
