Okay, okay. Yes. It's true in theory that no one will buy the cow if they can get the milk for free.

Even if we disregard that in a blow job you 'milk' the cock, but whatever. Wait, it does go both ways, so never mind. A guy with a magical cock shouldn't give away his milk for free either! That was a total stereotype.

So, is it wrong to give a taste of your milk to find the right cow? I mean, you can always give out samples like at Costco??? right??? You don't want to buy 5,000 mini hot dogs without trying them?

I've recently reinvigorated my sex life after nearly 2 years of solo escapades. We have oddly found a formula that works, but is never quite the same.

The general idea is outlined below. He also asked if I'd written about our sex yet. I said no... he said it would be kinda hot. So, with that seed planted... Now maybe he'll visit the site and read

1. Text message or call to confirm we're still on. This goes either way.

2. Quick shower, stop at convenience store for caffeinated beverage then 12-13 minute drive.

3. Park in his driveway.

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The tale is as old as time. Countries ripped apart all over sex. Relationships based solely on sex. Jealousy over sex, who's getting it, who's not. Billions of dollars on pornography, condoms, prostitution (legal or otherwise) based solely on sex.

But it's not just the sex, it's the foreplay. The moments leading up to the sex. The hunt. The dance.

Catching the last
Of the trains bound for nowhere,
'Least nowhere is where
I am most likely found,

The sing-song of the bell
Signals doors' final beckoning,
My mind hardly reckoning
Orange carpeted ground.

Softest-shoe dancing
Catches my slight concern.
I look up to confirm
From whence it then hails.

And there you stand, leaning
'Gainst the silvered gilt; gleaming
That e're provides bolster
By its resolute rails.

With smiles of knowing
You not but forever,
I watch through my lashes,
In flashes of want.

Your own eyes envelope
My need to be ravished,

With no disrespect intended, I share a ponderance of mine, provoked by a ponderance of a dom to whom I offer my deepest respect for his thoughts, as they have brought about my own in order to pen this to him...but never did it make it there into his hands, for I determined I would share it here, instead. He knows this, and I hope he will find time to come and read my original intention in reply.

Master and I are both too sore for sex this week and I'm really bummed out about it...

How very sad it is when women wait and waste away their youth never knowing the utter pleasures of true sexual submission!  Again last month we met with a woman around 40+ who has spent her life with her [filtered word] - now grown, is divorced and seeking love, while looking for a lasting relationship.