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Feeding a Woman's Apitite..

One of my favorite ex boyfriends had a little dick and I loved the shit out of him. Had nothing to do with his dick, or his sexual abilities, or his looks (he kinda looked like Danny Devito). We had a lot of fun all the time and we fucked like rabbits every chance we got.
 
One of my favorite ex boyfriends had a little dick and I loved the shit out of him. Had nothing to do with his dick, or his sexual abilities, or his looks (he kinda looked like Danny Devito). We had a lot of fun all the time and we fucked like rabbits every chance we got.

I know ... one of my favorite old boyfriends was like that .... short, a little pudgy, not well endowed, curly hair, nothing but jeans in his closet, and his name was Lloyd ... but, he sure was fun.
 
Thats weird because one of my favorite GF's was hot as hell, super tight and crazy as the day is long. You had to watch her close so she didn't steal everything, kill the cat and burn the house to the ground.

She sure was fun... to fuck. I hope I never see her crazy ass again.
She had a great hot chick name though. Sabra.

Sabra, if you're reading this I want my mom's ring back.
 
Looking back, I realize I don't have a favorite girlfriend, and...I'm not sure how to feel about that.
 
I know what you mean about chaos. I've had a couple who thrived on drama. But for my sake, I look back and none of them really stand out emotionally, even the one I married. More often than not, I ended up with whatever girl happened to be closest when I was horny or lonely. Hmm...maybe I need to reflect on this a little more...Thanks, Doc TK! See ya next week!
 
Then there was Roger - hot, hot, hot - attorney, smart, nice - and, hot, hot, hot. He invited me to one of the local politics fund raising dances. Okay - so some hot shots were going to be there. I dressed up. I looked worthy of being on his arm.

But, he got to my house a little early and I wasn't quite ready. While I finished, he drank a glass of water then unloaded my dishwasher, rinsed his glass and put it in my dishwasher. Ok. I like neat and a man who will pick up after himself.

Then, we got to the dance and he opened the car door for me - like a gentleman - he's earning points.

Then, he pulled out a clothes brush - not one of these modern lint brushes with the peel off paper but a real clothes brush - and brushed me down from head to toe, adjusted my dress and checked my makeup and hair.

We still had a nice time at the dance and he is a good date for the most part. He couldn't understand why I was not interested in a second date with him because - did I mention it - he was hot, hot, hot.
 
Then there was Roger - hot, hot, hot - attorney, smart, nice - and, hot, hot, hot. He invited me to one of the local politics fund raising dances. Okay - so some hot shots were going to be there. I dressed up. I looked worthy of being on his arm.

But, he got to my house a little early and I wasn't quite ready. While I finished, he drank a glass of water then unloaded my dishwasher, rinsed his glass and put it in my dishwasher. Ok. I like neat and a man who will pick up after himself.

Then, we got to the dance and he opened the car door for me - like a gentleman - he's earning points.

Then, he pulled out a clothes brush - not one of these modern lint brushes with the peel off paper but a real clothes brush - and brushed me down from head to toe, adjusted my dress and checked my makeup and hair.

We still had a nice time at the dance and he is a good date for the most part. He couldn't understand why I was not interested in a second date with him because - did I mention it - he was hot, hot, hot.

Did he give you a treat every time you stood up straight for the "judges"? Jeez, I'm beginning to think I may have relationship issues, but I never felt the need to currycomb my date lol...
 
I gotta go with Donovan on this one. That brush you down thing was damn strange.

The best thing about being married to my wife is she puts up with me getting old and ugly. I mean if you can fuck up stir-fry with someone, you should probably stick together. She really is my good friend.

I wonder if her vision is going..
 
Did he give you a treat every time you stood up straight for the "judges"? Jeez, I'm beginning to think I may have relationship issues, but I never felt the need to currycomb my date lol...

In all fairness, he brushed himself down too.

But, yeah, he had some serious control issues.
 
I gotta go with Donovan on this one. That brush you down thing was damn strange.

The best thing about being married to my wife is she puts up with me getting old and ugly. I mean if you can fuck up stir-fry with someone, you should probably stick together. She really is my good friend.

I wonder if her vision is going..

That is the whole point of marrying someone you like as well as love. Even if we age well, at some point we're just not that sexy anymore.

I seem to attract control freaks. Even if they don't start out that way, at some point they become jealous and controlling. Quite some time back I did my own soul searching and came to the conclusion I was attracting that type of male to give myself a very good reason to reject them. Fact is, I'm a single person. I only date men now who are confirmed single persons too. It isn't that we don't like the opposite sex - we do - very much. Just for whatever reasons we're not very good mates for anyone.

However, the perfect mate for me would be Data. He can do everything, he is anatomically correct, and he has an off button.
 
That is the whole point of marrying someone you like as well as love. Even if we age well, at some point we're just not that sexy anymore.


However, the perfect mate for me would be Data. He can do everything, he is anatomically correct, and he has an off button.

I have a theory this is why so many middle-aged women "find" religion as opposed to men of the same group. Jesus is the perfect boyfriend; always attentive, never farts or scratches himself in public, hangs out with you on the weekend, and never asks for anything in return. Throw in that whole eternal salvation thing and he ain't a bad date.
 
That is the whole point of marrying someone you like as well as love. Even if we age well, at some point we're just not that sexy anymore.

I seem to attract control freaks. Even if they don't start out that way, at some point they become jealous and controlling. Quite some time back I did my own soul searching and came to the conclusion I was attracting that type of male to give myself a very good reason to reject them. Fact is, I'm a single person. I only date men now who are confirmed single persons too. It isn't that we don't like the opposite sex - we do - very much. Just for whatever reasons we're not very good mates for anyone.

However, the perfect mate for me would be Data. He can do everything, he is anatomically correct, and he has an off button.

My wife and I have been good friends since we met. We just plain got lucky.
It seems like we both hate to be alone equally. Although I probably wouldn't admit that face to face. Other then that we have a lot of fun together. Which has proven to be critical in our 15+yr relationship.

You show a remarkable depth of introspect to know yourself well enough to understand the reasons you allude to above. Most people never gain that kind of insight no matter how long they have. If I could give you pos karma I would have here.
 
I have a theory this is why so many middle-aged women "find" religion as opposed to men of the same group. Jesus is the perfect boyfriend; always attentive, never farts or scratches himself in public, hangs out with you on the weekend, and never asks for anything in return. Throw in that whole eternal salvation thing and he ain't a bad date.

Plus he's ripped.

I picture Jesus as that punkass in highschool with a really nice muscle car, aviator sunglasses, expensive accustic guitar, and always the very best weed.

A real prick.
 
Plus he's ripped.

I picture Jesus as that punkass in highschool with a really nice muscle car, aviator sunglasses, expensive accustic guitar, and always the very best weed.

A real prick.

Probably that way even in grade school.

"My dad can beat up your dad, and your dad, and your dad..."

"Yeah we GET it, Jesus, we fucking GET it. Ass."
 
I have a theory this is why so many middle-aged women "find" religion as opposed to men of the same group. Jesus is the perfect boyfriend; always attentive, never farts or scratches himself in public, hangs out with you on the weekend, and never asks for anything in return. Throw in that whole eternal salvation thing and he ain't a bad date.

Yeah, but he likes to create a scene, hangs out in weird places with prostitutes and hippies, and fights with the authorities. I'm more of a go out to dinner and a movie, take a drive, go to a museum and look at stuff type girl.
 
Yeah, but he likes to create a scene, hangs out in weird places with prostitutes and hippies, and fights with the authorities. I'm more of a go out to dinner and a movie, take a drive, go to a museum and look at stuff type girl.

Sounds like my kind of date actually. I detest the dinner and a movie dates (most of the time)
 
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