(10-06-2015 08:16 AM)General Stalin Wrote:  Edit: I've never had a girl play with my ass but I don't think I ever want to. I guess its a male pride thing - that's just too submissive for me. I don't want anything entering me in the bedroom. I do the entering. With that said, I have had a girl get her face all up in my taint before and that was pretty decent. Dirty whore.

(10-06-2015 09:59 AM)Ingocnito Wrote:  If a girl eats my ass, well, she's nastier than I'll ever be. I shit way too much, it's a dangerous scenario.

(10-06-2015 11:29 AM)jamaicabound Wrote:  I'm surprised some people are appalled by this. I honstly don't think licking ass is much grosser than eating pussy, actually possibly even less so.

I'm not going to go around rimming every one night stand but a hottie who's not a slut and very well manicured and good hygene I got no problem doing it to and like the OP said you'll get a chick wrapped around your finger.

No matter how clean a chick is assholes always have a very distinnguishable taste, not like shit but like a earthy kind taste. Its not great but not terrible or gross.

As far as chicks recipricating I know some dudes say its gay, if that's how you feel your missing out. I never really got that argument either. Gay guys blow each other and bang each other in the ass, does that make you gay doing that shit with checks? No, so how is rimming any different.

(10-06-2015 11:59 AM)General Stalin Wrote:  

(10-06-2015 11:29 AM)jamaicabound Wrote:  I'm surprised some people are appalled by this. I honstly don't think licking ass is much grosser than eating pussy, actually possibly even less so.

I'm not going to go around rimming every one night stand but a hottie who's not a slut and very well manicured and good hygene I got no problem doing it to and like the OP said you'll get a chick wrapped around your finger.

No matter how clean a chick is assholes always have a very distinnguishable taste, not like shit but like a earthy kind taste. Its not great but not terrible or gross.

As far as chicks recipricating I know some dudes say its gay, if that's how you feel your missing out. I never really got that argument either. Gay guys blow each other and bang each other in the ass, does that make you gay doing that shit with checks? No, so how is rimming any different.

It has to do with the idea of penetration. In a psychological and symbolic sense it is inherently submissive. Men do the entering - we intrude on the woman's body and plant our seed. Being entered is to be vulnerable - to be dominated.

I mean you could argue semantics and say getting your salad tossed may not be "penetration" unless the girl sticks her tongue into your asshole, but regardless it's just not something I see myself doing.

(10-06-2015 11:59 AM)General Stalin Wrote:  It has to do with the idea of penetration. In a psychological and symbolic sense it is inherently submissive. Men do the entering - we intrude on the woman's body and plant our seed. Being entered is to be vulnerable - to be dominated.

I mean you could argue semantics and say getting your salad tossed may not be "penetration" unless the girl sticks her tongue into your asshole, but regardless it's just not something I see myself doing.

(12-04-2015 08:39 PM)Horus Wrote:  I always love it when this thread reappears.

I enjoy licking a girl's arsehole, but only the right kind of girl. Definitely not on the first time - you need to get to know how her body works and get a feel for how clean she is. For a lot of girls, you wouldn't dream of going anywhere near there.

And you don't just go straight for it - that should go without saying. After licking her pussy for a few minutes and when she's super turned on, begin making long licking motions starting with her arsehole and ending above her clit and watch her go crazy. Then, using the tip of your tongue, lick her arsehole for a little bit and watch her go strangely quiet with just a few whimpering sounds as she tries to work out what's going on. Then alternate between arsehole and pussy (mostly pussy) and watch her get even crazier as she goes with it and realises that she actually enjoys something she likely hasn't experienced before.

Then, it's the standard conversation:

Me: (jokingly) You like me licking your arsehole don't you?

Her: (shyly) OMG it's so weird, I've never had that before. (It's never a straight yes).

Me: (with the tip of finger in her arse) I'm gonna put my dick in here tonight.

There are two possible generalised responses:
1. Her: OMG No way

Me: Slide it in her pussy and try for anal later, or... Don't try and talk her into it, this isn't something she can rationalise.

2: Her: No immediate response, or "maybe"

Me: Lube her up and sodomise her, (although she may stop you at this point, in which case you just go to the pussy).

(12-06-2015 12:48 AM)PapayaTapper Wrote:  Lubing it up defeats the whole purpose IMO.

(12-23-2015 08:07 PM)Windom Earle Wrote:  

I did not anticipate posting in this thread, but here I am, guilty as charged.

I had a date lined up last Friday evening, post work Christmas lunch. Quite a few drinks were consumed, however I pulled myself together, making the executive decision to sober up a few hours prior to the date.

I took her to my local swanky cocktail bar, regaling her in my half drunken random stories whilst she sipped on an exotic looking cocktail in a salt-rimmed (ah, I know why I just said rimmed) martini glass; contents unknown, for I had merely asked the bartender - "make me something 'female friendly'”.

This 22 year old Vietnamese stunner (later confirmed to be half Cambodian, half Chinese, yet born in Vietnam) was sporting the type of clothing commensurate with her looks – stretch, figure hugging jeans and delicate top.

Wait, is she wearing a bra?

No, she no longer has a need for that. Her surgery some four months prior has left her with perfectly perky, gravity-defying D-cups. This appears to give her a sense of confidence somewhere in the middle of brash and quiet; endearing.

I had opted to not drink, and made no secret of it. As I hastily sculled a lime and soda, I asked her “are you still drinking that?” The orange hued cocktail sat atop the bar two-thirds full, a drop of condensation snaking downward like a tear, crying for attention – “drink me.”

As the remnants were attended to over a further fifteen minutes I nonchalantly asked her “hey, it’s still fairly early, how about we go to my apartment and watch a movie?” A sense of calm hit my body as my question was met with a single word response, “ok.”

You would think living with another person would pose problems when bringing back women for sexual escapades, however in recent times I’ve exploited this to my advantage. “When we go in, just follow me to my bedroom, and don’t say anything to my housemate, he’s kind of a bit shy”, I told her, with a slight squint in my eyes, sub-communicating this aloofness as needing to be avoided at all costs.

With no seating apart from my bed, one feels compelled to take a seat and remove footwear. She did this within around thirty seconds. I motioned for her to lay down and to place her head where the pillows were. She was now occupying my preferred side. Arms like a forklift, I lifted her petite body and placed it where I had initially intended her to lay.

No further time was wasted. My kiss was passionately reciprocated as I shuffled closer to her, feeling a firmness against my chest and her feeling a firmness against her pelvic bone. Her top was removed soon after. Two perfectly carved mini-mountains were presented to me, nipples concealed by soft adhesive covers. I was unfamiliar with these accessories and let her do the removing.

After diving in and feeding like a new-born for a decent amount of time, my hand was swatted away in a token fashion as I made a move for the top button of her jeans. She squirmed feebly as I secured her two dainty wrists within my right hand, with her making it clear that my free hand could now do as it pleased.

“So, you don’t workout at all?” I asked her, as I stripped away her jeans, making a strained face as her ankles held on to the last hopes of remaining clothed. An insecure woman could possibly take this comment the wrong way, but her sly smirk indicated otherwise. I was honestly gobsmacked at this notion however, because I was met with a body of near perfection that now matched her boobs. Taught, smooth, blemish-free skin and a shape that could launch more than a million boners in concert, signifying universal agreement.

Her fresh smell left me without a doubt in my mind that her personal hygiene received the attention it deserved. My body slunk low in the bed as my lips touched her mid-section, then her thighs, then her (pussy) lips. I elevated her left leg, so as to make a closer inspection of her now glistening clam. Perfection remained a constant as my mind flashed back to my teenage years, recalling the informal education I had received on the female nether-region courtesy of glossy-paged stick mags. If somehow my heart gave out whilst fucking her doggy-style (raw I might add), I would’ve died happily with that peach indelibly etched on my retina.

My enthusiasm was aided by the remaining alcohol floating around in my blood-stream. This meant that I was a little more adventurous, a little more creative, a little more passionate. The oral session resumed, her hips tilted slightly courtesy of a pillow underneath her waist, allowing unfettered access.

My fiendish eye now spied her asshole. It thankfully did not resemble a bunched-up balloon, but rather, a seamless opening of sorts, a final confirmatory signal; this woman was in fact the best I’d ever slept with, not only on a purely aesthetic level. Like an improv jazz musician, my tongue made shapes edging closer to her chocolate starfish, my whole mouth then lapping it up with abandon as not a hint of unpleasantness was detected. I gave equal attention to her pussy and asshole, then graduated to inserting my thumb in her pussy, massaging her g-spot whilst my tongue made further head-way insight that date.

I was now receiving fixed and piercing glances as she occasionally titled her head back toward me, arching her back to steal an open-mouthed kiss, signifying her utter ecstasy. If I wasn’t at full mast already, this seductive behaviour of hers surely got me there. With a green light given regarding her birth control status, I somewhat recklessly gave in to my base desires by finishing off inside her.

Needless to say, I slept extremely well that night.

(12-23-2015 08:07 PM)Windom Earle Wrote:  

I did not anticipate posting in this thread, but here I am, guilty as charged.

I had a date lined up last Friday evening, post work Christmas lunch. Quite a few drinks were consumed, however I pulled myself together, making the executive decision to sober up a few hours prior to the date.

I took her to my local swanky cocktail bar, regaling her in my half drunken random stories whilst she sipped on an exotic looking cocktail in a salt-rimmed (ah, I know why I just said rimmed) martini glass; contents unknown, for I had merely asked the bartender - "make me something 'female friendly'”.

This 22 year old Vietnamese stunner (later confirmed to be half Cambodian, half Chinese, yet born in Vietnam) was sporting the type of clothing commensurate with her looks – stretch, figure hugging jeans and delicate top.

Wait, is she wearing a bra?

No, she no longer has a need for that. Her surgery some four months prior has left her with perfectly perky, gravity-defying D-cups. This appears to give her a sense of confidence somewhere in the middle of brash and quiet; endearing.

I had opted to not drink, and made no secret of it. As I hastily sculled a lime and soda, I asked her “are you still drinking that?” The orange hued cocktail sat atop the bar two-thirds full, a drop of condensation snaking downward like a tear, crying for attention – “drink me.”

As the remnants were attended to over a further fifteen minutes I nonchalantly asked her “hey, it’s still fairly early, how about we go to my apartment and watch a movie?” A sense of calm hit my body as my question was met with a single word response, “ok.”

You would think living with another person would pose problems when bringing back women for sexual escapades, however in recent times I’ve exploited this to my advantage. “When we go in, just follow me to my bedroom, and don’t say anything to my housemate, he’s kind of a bit shy”, I told her, with a slight squint in my eyes, sub-communicating this aloofness as needing to be avoided at all costs.

With no seating apart from my bed, one feels compelled to take a seat and remove footwear. She did this within around thirty seconds. I motioned for her to lay down and to place her head where the pillows were. She was now occupying my preferred side. Arms like a forklift, I lifted her petite body and placed it where I had initially intended her to lay.

No further time was wasted. My kiss was passionately reciprocated as I shuffled closer to her, feeling a firmness against my chest and her feeling a firmness against her pelvic bone. Her top was removed soon after. Two perfectly carved mini-mountains were presented to me, nipples concealed by soft adhesive covers. I was unfamiliar with these accessories and let her do the removing.

After diving in and feeding like a new-born for a decent amount of time, my hand was swatted away in a token fashion as I made a move for the top button of her jeans. She squirmed feebly as I secured her two dainty wrists within my right hand, with her making it clear that my free hand could now do as it pleased.

“So, you don’t workout at all?” I asked her, as I stripped away her jeans, making a strained face as her ankles held on to the last hopes of remaining clothed. An insecure woman could possibly take this comment the wrong way, but her sly smirk indicated otherwise. I was honestly gobsmacked at this notion however, because I was met with a body of near perfection that now matched her boobs. Taught, smooth, blemish-free skin and a shape that could launch more than a million boners in concert, signifying universal agreement.

Her fresh smell left me without a doubt in my mind that her personal hygiene received the attention it deserved. My body slunk low in the bed as my lips touched her mid-section, then her thighs, then her (pussy) lips. I elevated her left leg, so as to make a closer inspection of her now glistening clam. Perfection remained a constant as my mind flashed back to my teenage years, recalling the informal education I had received on the female nether-region courtesy of glossy-paged stick mags. If somehow my heart gave out whilst fucking her doggy-style (raw I might add), I would’ve died happily with that peach indelibly etched on my retina.

My enthusiasm was aided by the remaining alcohol floating around in my blood-stream. This meant that I was a little more adventurous, a little more creative, a little more passionate. The oral session resumed, her hips tilted slightly courtesy of a pillow underneath her waist, allowing unfettered access.

My fiendish eye now spied her asshole. It thankfully did not resemble a bunched-up balloon, but rather, a seamless opening of sorts, a final confirmatory signal; this woman was in fact the best I’d ever slept with, not only on a purely aesthetic level. Like an improv jazz musician, my tongue made shapes edging closer to her chocolate starfish, my whole mouth then lapping it up with abandon as not a hint of unpleasantness was detected. I gave equal attention to her pussy and asshole, then graduated to inserting my thumb in her pussy, massaging her g-spot whilst my tongue made further head-way insight that date.

I was now receiving fixed and piercing glances as she occasionally titled her head back toward me, arching her back to steal an open-mouthed kiss, signifying her utter ecstasy. If I wasn’t at full mast already, this seductive behaviour of hers surely got me there. With a green light given regarding her birth control status, I somewhat recklessly gave in to my base desires by finishing off inside her.

Needless to say, I slept extremely well that night (as I did last night after round two).