An entire generation of men spoiled by a few kinky pornstars. You know who you are!! 654 Posts 9/07
Posted - Jul 10 2008 : 10:40PM
So i recently told this girl i'm seeing, who i haven't fucked yet, that when we did i was going to destroy her. I've only had a handful of partners in my life so it's not like i have a whole bunch of experience and was hoping to obtain some advice from the dirty perverts on ADT. I really want to rock this girls world so don't hesitate to contribute.
Never, never, never brag about your sexual prowess when it's not true. I'd rather find out a guy is mediocre while I am enjoying him, then to be expecting my world to be rocked and not having it happen.
I'd leave off the last four words. * * * @ below_me: Always show; don't tell. I suggest starting from scratch with that girl -- seriously. The right kind of energy will get you a lot farther than any particular kind of technique.
You can be crazy or ugly, but not both. 122 Posts 6/04
Posted - Jul 11 2008 : 10:15PM
I'll second that. In addition, never underestimate the pleasure giving ability of your hands. They can grip, smooth, pinch, rub, penetrate, pry and smack. You can give someone an endless, inventive array of sensual delight with your hands. Plus, with some sugar, flour, eggs, chocolate chips, butter, vanilla extract, pecans, a whisk, a mixing bowl, a baking pan and an oven, they can whip up a tasty batch of cookies! Try getting that from a dildo.
I'd just really try and fuck her. Dont try no love making weak shit. Really man handle her, smack her ass and pinch her nipples. On one hand she could really like it, but on the other hand you could be facing some charges afterwards... Its up to you.
You can be crazy or ugly, but not both. 122 Posts 6/04
Posted - Jul 13 2008 : 12:22AM
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta save my soul Baby detonate for me Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology Ain't got time to make no apology Soul radiation in the dead of night Love in the middle of a fire fight Honey gotta strike me blind Somebody gotta save my soul Baby penetrate my mind And I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy Forgotten boy, forgotten boy Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy
Standing doggie with her clothes on, and her panties pushed to one side (I hope she wears panties -- it's better with panties). Pull her hair just a bit and see if she breathes heavier. Forget any slapping and spitting lawsuit-bait unless she gives some clear indicators. Clear. Really clear.
How about Iggy's "Run Like a Villain" Big dick is a thumbs-up guy He shot a missile in the sky It functioned just as advertised Until the fire made him cry Look into it later When the dust is clearing off the crater Run like a villain let the good times roll Run like a villain to the sugar bowl Run like a villain cause you can't adjust To a saccharine suburb in the mush I've got some loving arms around me Darker than the tombs of Egypt, Dumber than the crudest fiction, Buried in a melting coffin Nights like this appeal to me! Tracy got an afghan, pedigreed, Prescription shades and designer jeans A Sony Walkman on her head All she wants is to be fed Run, run, run, cause you're soft Run, run, but don't get lost The shining moon the dead oak tree Nights like this appeal to me I've got some loving arms around me The shining moon the dead oak tree Nights like this appeal to me I've got some loving arms around me Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry In this zombie birdhouse Run, run, run run like a villain Let the good times roll Run like a villain to save your soul It can't be done i already know So I'll run like a villain to the sugar bowl Cause who you are nobody knows Who you are nobody knows Your rings on your fingers And bells on your toes
God DAMN, that kind of fake humility bullshit pisses me off. Why not live with verve? Why not create an atmosphere of suspense? Why not look a woman straight in the eye and tell her, and mean it, that you are going to fuck her until she is quivering, cummed-out jelly, and mean it? And why, o why, not exalt in yourself when exalting in ourselves makes us strive to live up to our own hype? I would rather fly too close to the sun like Icarus than wallow in false modesty and never live up to a fraction of my own potential.
Go over to her house with a copy of the Stratego board game. At least that will get her laughing. And if she's anything like me, laughter might get her pussy wet.
Well said. But I think you know that what I had in mind is somewhere short of arrogant prick and somewhere beyond "aw, shucks, ma'am". There is a fine line between intensity and foolishness. Creating an aura of suspense, of mystery, of excitement, takes a little more than shoegazing and muttering "I guess we can do it now, I mean, if you want to and all .. we don't have to", if you know what I mean. Confidence is sexy. Assholery and its polar opposite are not. Creating atmosphere takes effort. The right one can make an encounter take on an aspect that even the planner could not have foreseen. Total lack thereof creates lackluster embarrassments. Bad memories. But if you go into it with diminished expectations, how can you expect to have a world-rocking time? below_me: in my experience, when I have tried to assume a demeanor that is too far removed from my comfort zone, it has taken acting chops that diminished my ability to relax. Does that make sense? What I'm saying is: don't be afraid to plan ahead. Don't doubt yourself. God, no. Whatever you do, having said out loud "I am going to destroy you", don't you FUCKING START DOUBTING YOURSELF NOW! That path of thought leads to certain doom! Epic failure! Aarrgh! Do not seek the treasure! You've set the bar. Now you have to follow through. Be the ball. It starts with visualizing the outcome you want. Picture yourself: confident, thorough, competent, thoughtful, hard when she wants you to be, soft when she needs it. Picture the things you want to happen unfolding in a natural and logical way. Picture what you will do, and what you will say, and how you will say it, in your mind. Say it out loud. Does it sound silly? Revise it! Your imagination is your rough draft. If you feel silly saying something in your head now, imagine how mortifying it will be to say it in the heat of the moment. And then don't. Long story short: keep it simple. And one more thing: build up slowly. Don't hurry a woman. Ever. EVER! You let her come to you. And I mean that literally. If your tongue is on her, or your fingers, or you sense she is building towards climax, you better fucking hang on and do whatever you're doing and don't stop or speed up or slow down - wait for it. She will break over you like waves. Ride it out, surfer man. RIDE! Hang ten, motherfucker. You feeling me? You bet. Good luck! Now..Go forth! Be conquered! Go forth and die!
I will be your surrogate But seriously. I'm not sure women want to be "destroyed" when having sex. Hell, I don't know what they want. But my general impression has never been that they really want to fuck an animal. If they did, I reckon my sexual exploits would have been far more successful. My advice to you is not to profess to be a sexual artiste. It may be tempting but it doesn't really impress women. They've heard it all before and in truth, unless you really are something spectacular, you're just going to end up making a fool of yourself. This is one of those things where you need the experience behind you. You can say whatever you want but the fact that you have no idea what to do now that you've said it says it all. Edited by - randomprecision on 7/15/2008 12:15:15 AM
Shoe-gazing and aw-shucksing have nothing to do with it. Neither does false modesty. Confidence is best expressed through action. Sure, talk can be sexy -- but not if you're talking about yourself. * * * An aside: I never had much of a feeling for whole the "Icarus as rockstar" thing. Now that I'm a father, he seems no different to me than a lot of other sadly foolish kids -- not because he wanted to fly high, but because he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing when his life depended on it. I'm an Odysseus man, myself.
No matter how experienced or skilled you are the fact is you may not be able to please this women no one can please them all. I think you have her in the right frame of mind you are part way there. There is a lot to be gained by being confident. Get in there, and enjoy yourself the experienced will be your reward. Damn this is coming off like fortune cookie advice. One do not: Do not fuck like a porn star if she is experienced she will think your efforts are amateurish and silly. If she's inexperienced she will find the sex uncomfortable and silly. Go forth and fuck.
I'm a Jason man, myself. Until the part where because he broke his vow to love Medea forever, he lost his favor with Hera and died lonely and unhappy. That had to suck. I hear you, Bob. But God damn, lighten up for half a minute and let a man have a moment, will ya? Jeez. And thanks, b_m: you humble me. As long as you set the bar high, and rise to the occasion, it's all good. When you're aware of and you're living up to what you know is a pinnacle of the human experience, you will find clarity in that moment, and that is all that matters. All the rest is just racket, racket, racket.
Lighten up? Heck, I was just busting your balls because I knew you were using poor dumb Icarus as an excuse to have a moment. * * * A Jason man, eh? Heh.