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Sexual Intercourse ~ Having Sex or a Technicality?

Virginity is a strange concept. What actually is it? If a definition had to be assigned to the word “virgin” in the context of sex it would be  someone who has never had sexual intercourse. Yet virgin is also meant to mean, innocent or naive.

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Giving a really good hand job in the morning

When I was fourteen I discovered a stash of dirty magazines under my brother’s bed. He was older than me and went off to work at 7 am. In that precious hour before school, I sought to educate myself in lusty matters. One story I found fascinating involved a woman giving a man a hand job. It included such topics as how to rub the shaft and droplets of pre-cum. I wasn’t even sure if I knew what a shaft was. Continue reading Giving a really good hand job in the morning

Which One? On TMI Tuesday, 7th February 2017

Which One? – Pick one and explain.

Which one? Would you rather have a real-life, actually working light saber or Wolverine’s claws?

I don’t know what a “light saber” is – should I? I have seen a couple of movies with Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and find him extremely attractive. I’d like his claws ON me. Hurting just enough to make me horny. Continue reading Which One? On TMI Tuesday, 7th February 2017

Virgin at 41 update – Robs story continues

Virgin at 41 update – Robs story continues…

Virgin at 41 update, from Robs diary entries. Robs true story continues here. I know he would appreciate any comments or advice.

True Story

If you want to read the first post about him click here.

Virgin at 41 update

Dear diary,

That elusive shag has been right on my doorstep, under my nose for a good few months now. Right here in my village!

She latched onto me, whilst waiting for a Chinese a few months ago, couldn’t have been more blatant. I had just moved to the area, and I kinda wasn’t interested/ready, so grouchily I just batted her way.

I see her about now and again, sometimes blank her, sometimes stop and have awkward conversation, my body language closed, but her body language is very open, her eyes light up when she sees me. If I gave her even a modicum of encouragement she would be all over me like a cheap suit. Often I am driving down the road and see her out walking. I scotch down, head below the steering wheel like a headless driver, hoping she won’t see me.

Anyway, I was in my local shop tonight, and up she popped, I was a little less gruff, less awkward and she started talking. I wasn’t really listening but I offered her a lift to where ever she was going. She didn’t hesitate, nodding her head approvingly as loud, grungy, rock music roared from the stereo; although she was slightly unnerved by my aggressive driving. I dropped her off and she gave me her number straight off… guess it’s up to me now. Continue reading Virgin at 41 update – Robs story continues