Sextus
31-10-2012, 01:22 AM
Ilovefs wrote in his review of a double with 64’s Yuki and Cici:
“Yuki lays down and I enter her in mish [and] I concentrate on fucking her at varying speeds. [Meanwhile] Cici wasn’t entirely sure what to do, and I thought a few times she might try to rim me, which I would not allow at all. That is one task I would never want, ask or expect a girl to do.”
I know from reading his AR’s that Ilovefs is not only an excellent reporter, he is also a considerate guy (and he is also very honest and open in his admissions of the emotional vulnerabilities that some of the girls raise in him.) The above quote from him shows just one aspect of how considerate he is, and at present, I entirely agree with him on that score, though for a very different reason. I will relate now what that reason is and what I am doing to rectify it (And somehow, as you’ll learn, that verb seems to be very appropriate,).
You can see from my limited posts that I am a baby member. Well, I can tell you I am more than a baby member than just in terms of the number of posts I have made. I didn’t know this forum even existed until 64’s website started re-directing me to it because it had their updated roster on it. (Their website roster was so dated it was next to useless, and I now see that have gotten rid of it altogether.)
I had been punting for years in complete lack of knowledge of you like minded souls out there. I had been operating in a complete solo vacuum. Since I have discovered the forum just a few weeks ago and signed up for it, it has expanded my mind. Your reports have been those of elders guiding a young charge into the true variety of sexual experiences. It is so much harder to break new ground by yourself - well, you guys have already broken the ground, well and truly, and the wisdom I have gained from you has changed my life. In just a few short weels (just look at my join date) you have expanded my imagination, and opened up all kinds of other possibilities to me.
I had no idea for example, that dragon drilling from a wl was even the remotest possibility. I mean, I’d had a laugh about it on asseaters.com, but I thought it only ever occurred in porn movies. I am really attracted to having it myself, even to the extent of it being on my bucket list, but just like Ilovefs, I (at the moment anyway) cannot countenance the possiblilty of it
Why you ask, if I am so keen? Well, fellas, I don’t want to disgust you, but the naked fact is that just outside my arsehole I have two protuberant, and not very nice at all, haemorrhoids. And I could never, ever, make a girl disgusted with me during sex. The thought of this during sex would make my cock go down faster than an Empire State Building lift.
Now, I wasn’t too bothered by them up to now, because they don’t cause me any real trouble, and I thought they were the most private of private matters. (Well they ain’t too private now are they?!) But now, thanks to the abundant wisdom you all have handed down to me about certain sexual possibilities, I now want them gone! Banished! I want to have my natural looking ring back. And even if it will never, ever measure up to the pretty little arsehole on 64’s Nadia, I still want to make the most of what I have got.
So after all these years, such has been the impact of the Forum’s combined wisdom on me, that I took myself to my local bulk billing medical centre today. These places are where you draw random doctors as your name is called out, and my heart sank a little when a quite attractive Indian doctor with nice brown eyes (ha ha) about 45 yrs old, with voluptuous breasts, called my name out. But then I shrugged, and thought oh well, let’s be adult about this.
In her consulting room she asked me what my trouble was, and without putting too fine a point on it, I told her that it was haemorroids - two of them in fact. And that I wanted to be rid of them. I told her that they get itchy (which they don’t) and I told her that they get sore (which they don’t) and I told her that they are uncomfortable to sit on and that they make wiping my arse difficult (neither of which, you might have guessed, is true either.) I even told her the falsehood that they bleed sometimes. The one thing I didn’t tell her in fact, is that the real reason I want them gone is not for any of those non-truths, but so that at long last, for the first time in my life, I can enjoy some friggin’ DRAGON DRILLING!
Somehow, my forum friends, it was something I just couldn’t bring myself to mention. Even though it was the truth, you’ll find that the truth doesn’t always set you free, and it just didn’t seem appropriate to the occasion for me to say it. Anyway, I figured I had a wealth of other plausible reasons to exhaust before I ever had to bring the real one up.
After duly noting down all my false complaints, she of course then had to examine me, and she told me to remove my (cargo) shorts and get up on the examination table. I swiftly removed them and my undies, and stood there in my shirt only. Meanwhile, she was manhandling a metre square hard plastic floor cover from behind the examination table that was in the way, and asked my advice which side of it to put on the floor under her desk. I took it off her and was engaged in the handyman task of fitting it under the desk, while my bare, white arse stuck out at her. Oh well, it was nothing that she wasn’t about to look at anyway, I thought, though my role as handyman while in this very naked state did have a tinge of absurd inappropriateness to it. A wiser man than me once remarked that a guy standing there in just a shirt is somehow more obscenely naked than if he had nothing on at all. And he was right about that.
So I eventually got onto the examination table and she advised me how best to position my legs, and to have my right hand spreading my cheeks for the examination. Meanwhile she gloved up. The first part of the examination went ok, with her giving me a running commentary on what she was seeing. She then advised me (no doubt to avoid any surprises on my part) that she also had to do an internal examination, and produced some KY jelly, and moments later she had slipped her finger inside. Goddam it! Inappropriate given the circumstances, but goddam it, it felt good! And I was suddenly glad that I didn’t have that balding Indian doctor with the thick accent that I had seen earlier. She told me that she also had to feel around for any evidence of internal haemorrhoids, and her finger made several reaming 360 degree circuits inside me. But I was praying she would stop asap because the feeling was starting to send vastly inappropriate messages to my cock, which had already twitched once or twice under the stimulus, and was threatening against my rational appeal to do much more than that. And if this attractive, liquid eyed, full breasted lady doctor had kept it up for much longer my embarrassment would have been much greater..
Thankfully she did slip her finger out soon after, and my ringpiece closed after it like the clappers. She announced to me that everything was smooth in there and that we only have the two external ones to worry about. She then gave me some paper to clean myself up, and I quickly put my shorts and shoes back on, and here I am writing after reports again about my.. …er, sexual experiences!
The upshot, guys, is that I now have an appointment in two weeks with the medical centre’s inhouse surgeon to achieve a final resolution of this. It is only an aesthetic problem for me, but I not going to tell them that, nor am I going to tell them WHY I want them gone. But I am happy to tell all of you why I want them gone. Let’s just call it Secret Men’s Business shall we?
“Yuki lays down and I enter her in mish [and] I concentrate on fucking her at varying speeds. [Meanwhile] Cici wasn’t entirely sure what to do, and I thought a few times she might try to rim me, which I would not allow at all. That is one task I would never want, ask or expect a girl to do.”
I know from reading his AR’s that Ilovefs is not only an excellent reporter, he is also a considerate guy (and he is also very honest and open in his admissions of the emotional vulnerabilities that some of the girls raise in him.) The above quote from him shows just one aspect of how considerate he is, and at present, I entirely agree with him on that score, though for a very different reason. I will relate now what that reason is and what I am doing to rectify it (And somehow, as you’ll learn, that verb seems to be very appropriate,).
You can see from my limited posts that I am a baby member. Well, I can tell you I am more than a baby member than just in terms of the number of posts I have made. I didn’t know this forum even existed until 64’s website started re-directing me to it because it had their updated roster on it. (Their website roster was so dated it was next to useless, and I now see that have gotten rid of it altogether.)
I had been punting for years in complete lack of knowledge of you like minded souls out there. I had been operating in a complete solo vacuum. Since I have discovered the forum just a few weeks ago and signed up for it, it has expanded my mind. Your reports have been those of elders guiding a young charge into the true variety of sexual experiences. It is so much harder to break new ground by yourself - well, you guys have already broken the ground, well and truly, and the wisdom I have gained from you has changed my life. In just a few short weels (just look at my join date) you have expanded my imagination, and opened up all kinds of other possibilities to me.
I had no idea for example, that dragon drilling from a wl was even the remotest possibility. I mean, I’d had a laugh about it on asseaters.com, but I thought it only ever occurred in porn movies. I am really attracted to having it myself, even to the extent of it being on my bucket list, but just like Ilovefs, I (at the moment anyway) cannot countenance the possiblilty of it
Why you ask, if I am so keen? Well, fellas, I don’t want to disgust you, but the naked fact is that just outside my arsehole I have two protuberant, and not very nice at all, haemorrhoids. And I could never, ever, make a girl disgusted with me during sex. The thought of this during sex would make my cock go down faster than an Empire State Building lift.
Now, I wasn’t too bothered by them up to now, because they don’t cause me any real trouble, and I thought they were the most private of private matters. (Well they ain’t too private now are they?!) But now, thanks to the abundant wisdom you all have handed down to me about certain sexual possibilities, I now want them gone! Banished! I want to have my natural looking ring back. And even if it will never, ever measure up to the pretty little arsehole on 64’s Nadia, I still want to make the most of what I have got.
So after all these years, such has been the impact of the Forum’s combined wisdom on me, that I took myself to my local bulk billing medical centre today. These places are where you draw random doctors as your name is called out, and my heart sank a little when a quite attractive Indian doctor with nice brown eyes (ha ha) about 45 yrs old, with voluptuous breasts, called my name out. But then I shrugged, and thought oh well, let’s be adult about this.
In her consulting room she asked me what my trouble was, and without putting too fine a point on it, I told her that it was haemorroids - two of them in fact. And that I wanted to be rid of them. I told her that they get itchy (which they don’t) and I told her that they get sore (which they don’t) and I told her that they are uncomfortable to sit on and that they make wiping my arse difficult (neither of which, you might have guessed, is true either.) I even told her the falsehood that they bleed sometimes. The one thing I didn’t tell her in fact, is that the real reason I want them gone is not for any of those non-truths, but so that at long last, for the first time in my life, I can enjoy some friggin’ DRAGON DRILLING!
Somehow, my forum friends, it was something I just couldn’t bring myself to mention. Even though it was the truth, you’ll find that the truth doesn’t always set you free, and it just didn’t seem appropriate to the occasion for me to say it. Anyway, I figured I had a wealth of other plausible reasons to exhaust before I ever had to bring the real one up.
After duly noting down all my false complaints, she of course then had to examine me, and she told me to remove my (cargo) shorts and get up on the examination table. I swiftly removed them and my undies, and stood there in my shirt only. Meanwhile, she was manhandling a metre square hard plastic floor cover from behind the examination table that was in the way, and asked my advice which side of it to put on the floor under her desk. I took it off her and was engaged in the handyman task of fitting it under the desk, while my bare, white arse stuck out at her. Oh well, it was nothing that she wasn’t about to look at anyway, I thought, though my role as handyman while in this very naked state did have a tinge of absurd inappropriateness to it. A wiser man than me once remarked that a guy standing there in just a shirt is somehow more obscenely naked than if he had nothing on at all. And he was right about that.
So I eventually got onto the examination table and she advised me how best to position my legs, and to have my right hand spreading my cheeks for the examination. Meanwhile she gloved up. The first part of the examination went ok, with her giving me a running commentary on what she was seeing. She then advised me (no doubt to avoid any surprises on my part) that she also had to do an internal examination, and produced some KY jelly, and moments later she had slipped her finger inside. Goddam it! Inappropriate given the circumstances, but goddam it, it felt good! And I was suddenly glad that I didn’t have that balding Indian doctor with the thick accent that I had seen earlier. She told me that she also had to feel around for any evidence of internal haemorrhoids, and her finger made several reaming 360 degree circuits inside me. But I was praying she would stop asap because the feeling was starting to send vastly inappropriate messages to my cock, which had already twitched once or twice under the stimulus, and was threatening against my rational appeal to do much more than that. And if this attractive, liquid eyed, full breasted lady doctor had kept it up for much longer my embarrassment would have been much greater..
Thankfully she did slip her finger out soon after, and my ringpiece closed after it like the clappers. She announced to me that everything was smooth in there and that we only have the two external ones to worry about. She then gave me some paper to clean myself up, and I quickly put my shorts and shoes back on, and here I am writing after reports again about my.. …er, sexual experiences!
The upshot, guys, is that I now have an appointment in two weeks with the medical centre’s inhouse surgeon to achieve a final resolution of this. It is only an aesthetic problem for me, but I not going to tell them that, nor am I going to tell them WHY I want them gone. But I am happy to tell all of you why I want them gone. Let’s just call it Secret Men’s Business shall we?