G_Casanova

I think the analogy might actually work (and borrowing structure from asdf). I've had funny sex (I ended up falling into a closet once, at the finish line, having an orgasm while shoeboxes and paper rained down on me.), informative sex (Oh, THAT'S how it feels to do that!), and flirty sex (No, just the tip. Okay, a little more. No, not all the way. Here, you stay still and let me...)

My case, as well, Echo. I'm remembering Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" and wishing my sex education teacher had been John Cleese. Remember that? I heartily recommend seeing it if you haven't. "Why not a kiss, boy? You don't have to jump straight at the clitoris like a bull at the gate, boy. Kiss her first, boy." (Well, something close to that.)

It frightens me somewhat that this discussion is so long... Anyway, it was mentioned above (when exchanges were touching on inbreeding depression) that siblings are more closely related, genetically, than parents and children. I don't think this is true. Mother and father both share half of their genetic complement with each child. Two different offspring, however, could potentially get anywhere from 0-100% in common genes, with the average being half, I believe.

Just got back from a trip, during which I bought the whole of the "Sandman" and "Preacher" series in graphic novels. My significant other doesn't believe that reading comic books is a sign of intelligence, however. I also take it as a positive sign that 40 "...is not really old." Anyway, an observation to bring this discussion back to topic: If a man expects his partner to orally receive his orgasmic product, then he should be perfectly willing to deep kiss her immediately afterward, should she so desire.

Wasn't there a song called, "A Big Red Dildo"? If not, there should have been. I must say that I found something wonderful about the contrast between the simplicity of your post, Itry, and the comparative complexity of your signature. Back to topic: I think I tried to make this point elsewhere, but I believe that, quite generally, mind you, pornography is the major male sex aid. As long as everything is fine when in the company of an actual partner and one doesn't build a collection the size of the Library of Congress, I see no problems with it.

I agree with echo about the cleanup and packaging advantages of gloved self-love. The shower is even more convenient, however.

Okay, okay, okay. I'm never going to Japan. I can't go to China, either, after watching my friend's video of his wife eating a large steamed frog when they went on vacation there. I'm just going to light a fire, open a book, and share a roast beef and cheddar on dark rye with my dog in my little house so far away from pickled tuna entrails. I am finally understanding the value of provincialism.

My sister and I actually had a conversation about this subject over Easter dinner. She's a doctor, and one of her elderly patients had mistakenly taken her husband's viagra every day for a week, thinking it was her allergy medication; to no ill effect, apparently. My mother (the Methodist chruch secretary) came forth with the odd response, "I bet that made for a very interesting week for her." This caused my father (the retired high school math teacher) to inhale the bit of ham he was chewing, and the coughing fit that followed reminded me why I hesitate to bring people around to meet the folks. Anyway, viagra stops the little arteries in the penis from shrinking too soon, so the organ remains full of blood and ready for use. In females who take viagra, the inner labia remain swollen, for similar reasons. I think this is because the tissues that make these latter are similar to those that form the penis. Orgasm is not induced by viagra, but viagra does help "on the way", as it were, by keeping some of the supporting tissues swollen. I think that's what she was saying, at least. Actually, her synopsis for my father was, "viagra stiffens the tent frame, but you still have to put the darn thing up for yourself."

Argghhh! Thwarted again! Well, squid and perfume S&M would probably be very difficult online, given that I don't even have a web-camera. Yeah, we're fairly primitive up here by the lake. I apologize for the extra "n", and have corrected the oversight. I've tried the pickled squid (called "sho kara", I think). One strand. Will not do it again. My friend's wife gave it to me when I reacted so positively to the dried cuttlefish. My dog begged for some and loved the stuff, however, so it didn't go to waste. Then again, he brings home dead squirrels from time to time, not that I'm drawing comparisons. I wonder if I could tempt JH with the possibilities of cyber pickled squid. Scent and squid in one convenient package... Maybe I should pick an avatar that looks a bit less sinister. By the way, I love your avatar, Nurse. I read those books a long time ago (well, not THAT long ago, but it's been a while).

Somehow dating a woman with a sex toy is comparable to dating a guy with a porno collection. A vibrator or dildo being, to me, about the same level as a couple of magazines or videos. On the other hand, a whole closet full of magazines, books, videos and DVDs is probably equivalent to a whole cupboard full of rubber, latex and plastic appliances. Both of the latter cases probably indicate someone who probably doesn't need a partner. A little is fine. I have a couple of old Taija Rae videos that probably take up the same space in my life that a woman of my age's favorite toy takes up in hers. They don't interfere with relationships. They're just old friends...

A woman wearing my shirt to keep her warm as she goes to the bathroom or wherever after we've had sex. Not buttoned up; just thrown on. Whispering, moaning, screaming, or otherwise verbalizing "I love you" when I'm approaching orgasm. An hour of foreplay before we're completely naked (This can get messy, however). Not getting completely naked (Note: men, remove your socks early on. Cut on women, not on us.) Those old hose with the line up the back (I watched a lot of old movies during my formative years).

It strikes me that if it was the first time for both of you, perhaps it was all real. You were very "into" each other and knew it, making things relaxed and exciting from the start. New sensations combined with the emotional connection and, probably, a certain lack of distraction deriving from mutual innocence and, yes, I can believe that it was all real. Don't worry about it; save worry for after you've gotten more experience

Just out of curiosity, do any of you sometimes skip all concern for form and procedure and just masturbate to get the horney monkey off you back? I do, particularly in the shower before work, especially when it's been a while and fantasies are beginning to occupy the space in my brain that's supposed to be devoted to my job. A wee morning interlude with lover or hand does wonders for cleaning the mental blackboard.

Neither do I. If I've had an orgasm recently, the current act usually does last longer, but is not extremely drawn out (read: "two hours") because my erection will fail. This doesn't happen during an initial session because, presumably, I'm unsatisfied and because the first orgasm comes, as it were, more easily, I have more control over it, and my penis is quite willing to support me fully in the first endeavor. To paraphrase: act 1: "She comes, you come, no problem," sayeth the organ; act 2: "Again? Fine, but what are you waiting for?"; act 3: "You're kidding, right?" That said, keep in mind that one can get distracted during the act, as well ("...you are so incredibly sexy and warm and I'm thanking the gods for the feeling I'm getting and I wonder if the CEO is really going to put me in charge of the Smith contract or if Kucharsky'll nix the deal again..." Medication and medical conditions (diabetes, for example) can also cause delay in ejaculation. On reflection, I'm horrified at the idea of it taking me two hours to masturbate, but that's just me.

Hey, you've got a set of breasts impressive enough to elicit positive comments from your significant other's mother, and I'm inferring a set of hips significant enough to elicit similarly positive comments from me (and I am not alone in this). As you are half my age, I will refrain, but I'm throwing my weight of opinion as to your attractiveness on your SO's side. He finds you attractive and vice versa, so embrace it (and him) and let it go. I actually am age-appropriate to hit on Ms. Hermes, however. Free later for a little cyber- perfume & squid, my dear?