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massgraff would hate this thread atm

 

velma was a smash in the live action scooby doo movie

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Also, I'm surprised at the lack of talk regarding homie's role play. I mean, of all things and people, Velma from Scooby Doo? Serious?

 

It's one of those situations where I knew she'd look perfect in the role..and I dig that sexy nerd thing some girls have going on. Velma isnt a bad choice when she's looking for ghost in your boxers.

 

I have no problem with that as a legitimate choice. Especially if the best she could come up with was a tradesman.

 

Exactly. I was glad I didnt have to do elaborate shit, but was a little dissapointed with her choice....imagination much?

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A vagina is either blown out or not, no kegel routine will make a difference outside of a confidence boost.

It goes through so many different states of wetneess and loose/tightness during a fuck even if the pelvic floor muscles get stronger you won't notice

 

This is definitely not true.

I've personally blown multiple chicks out over the years who I could barely fit it in when I first got a hold of them.

And have personally witnessed the power of the kegals to repair said damage.

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Granted I'm in my 30's now but I think females get way better at sex around 28-32

They've had time to get familiar with their bodies, they're less inhibited and more likely to know how to cum.

Unless a girl is born a natural, they're usually just not good at dome/riding in their early 20's

 

I'm also gonna have to take issue on this and say that it probably depends more on the type of chicks you were fucking back in the day verse the type of chicks you're banging now.

Some of my most memorable sex was when I was still banging high school chicks.

In my experience, a lot of chicks get lazy with age. They've already tried everything and know what they like and what they don't like and therefore put a lot less effort into the shit that they're not really into and are more demanding that you fuck them the one or two specific ways that they like.

You're probably just banging better quality chicks now than you were back in the day.

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I had a girl basically jerk me off with kegel exercises on my dick.

I am a believer that they can make a real difference.

 

I don't really have anything to add about age difference, but agree that lower twenty somethings can't fuck like late twenties/thirties.

 

 

I agree with this statement, but most of them were probably fucking just as good if not better when they were 16/17.

Then got lazy for a while in their 20's, then found their groove again somewhere around 30.

I think chicks go through at least a couple rounds of sexual peeks.

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I think the whole blown out pussy thing is nonsense. A girl either has a big pussy or not. The same as having a big nose or big feet. I do not think child birth affects that, unless you are talking about the few months after it.

 

The body is pretty resilient.

 

If someone's girl has a loose pussy, she was probably born like that.

 

My opinion.

 

You are clearly confusing meat curtains with the tightness of a pussy.

Chicks are born with either meat curtains or not, what they are not born with is the tightness or looseness of what's behind said curtains.

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Sure. My huge dick was a choice I made when I was born too. So was going bald and my height and every other physical attribute I have.

 

By your analysis that pussy's are born loose and stay that way, I'm calling into question your self opinion of your manhood.

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Not even going to get into it with DAO about the human body and how it works. I seriously wonder about what they teach in Philly schools.

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I read this and thought about this thread:

 

I was 22 or something, just out of college. I had a crappy job and was living in a pit hole on the Lower East Side with a Wall Street roommate who was never there. Getting high a lot and eating mostly Ramen noodles: the usual. The one bright spot for me was girls, because my lifestyle did let me focus a lot of effort on picking them up. I was having enough success that I didn't have to think about getting serious with any of them, if you know what I mean. Living the dream.

 

So one night I hooked up with this girl from China named Tanya. She had a very sweet face and big boobs she seemed to be making an effort to project with the outfits she wore. As if literally she judged every shirt or dress on its ability to assault you with her cleavage. She was a little shallow, and we weren't all that into each other. It was just kind of a casual relationship, an excuse to have good sex on a regular basis, with a couple of dull dates here and there to make it all feel legit. A relationship of convenience.

 

 

Anyway, I'm sitting in my NYC apartment one day in the middle of the afternoon, smoking a bong by myself because I was that kind of driven and motivated, when Tanya called me up. I could tell she was pretty horny, but I wasn't feeling it. I had a big "me" day planned: had just opened a bag of Fritos, pulled up Archer on Netflix and my couch was calling.

 

So I start making excuses, and I'm a little high so I'm probably talking too much instead of just hanging up, but she gets the picture. She doesn't want to take no for an answer, though, so she says: "Okay, but if you change your mind, I'm already in my costume." And I said, "Your costume?" But she had hung up.

 

And I'm sitting there thinking "Costume?" But I wasn't about to call her back. I plopped down on the couch and pulled my snacks in tight, and started the Archer marathon. But I couldn't get it out of my head. Costume? What costume?

 

I paused the show and blew another bowl to think this through. There were ramifications if I decided to leave; it would mean finding pants, and sunglasses, and braving the outside world for a subway trip uptown. But what the hell was her costume? Catholic schoolgirl? Dominatrix? '80s yoga instructor? My mind was reeling with the possibilities. A nurse, maybe? I was experiencing localized swelling just thinking about it.

 

It was probably only five minutes of deliberation, in stoner time. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. One more completely unnecessary bowl for the road, and I'm on my way.

 

And so, after a long and harrowing journey, I pull up to her apartment and past the oblivious doorman. And I enter the elevator, just about tripping from smoking too much, with the reveal right around the corner, I suddenly start to panic.

 

What if it this costume was something...darker?

 

What if it's a dominatrix costume, and she wanted to tie me to a chair? Or an alien, with tools for an autopsy? What if she has, like, an Adolf Hitler fetish or something? People are into some weird-ass crap when it comes to sex. I was working without a net, here.

 

By the time I get to her door, I had just about talked myself out of it. But she already knew I was here, and had buzzed me in. And just as I was waffling at her door, it opened, to reveal...

 

A ladybug.

 

A full, head-to-toe, detailed, costume-contest contender of a ladybug outfit. I'm talking black leggings and fluttery big giant red-with-black-polka-dots body wings. Her trademark cleavage spilling out the front and two springy ping-pong-ball antennae sprouting out the top of her head.

 

She was giving me this impossibly sultry look, and I'm just as high as a kite, and thinking, like okay, wow, this is not what I was expecting, but yeah, I think I could be into this.

 

Tanya didn’t talk. Not one word, the whole time. She was in character. She just kind of fluttered around the room and over into the bedroom, out of sight.

 

I don't know if I could have done it, stone cold sober. But high, this was a pretty interesting proposition. Once you realize this is gonna make for an incredible story, you've gotta go through with it, right? So I follow her into the bedroom, where she had settled, or landed, or whatever, on the edge of the bed, face down, presenting her ass in the air, in see-through black spandex over white underwear. Apparently this is how ladybugs do it.

 

Did I mention I was incredibly high? And so I take off my clothes and peel down her tights and underwear to her knees, and climb aboard like I thnk a male ladybug might do it, and we...well, we mated, I guess.

 

For me, the sex wasn't crazy good, to be honest. It was just too weird, and hard not to get distracted by her wings flapping up on each down stroke, and those antenna balls bouncing around on her head, which was smushed down into the bed. But for her it was different—this was her thing, apparently—and she had a sheets-clawing, screaming-into-the-pillow orgasm.

 

I tried to talk a little afterward, break the ice, but she shook her head—still no, still in character, curled up on the bed—and after a little while I got the hint and left.

 

So isn't that the weirdest thing ever? We never talked about it later and never repeated the episode. We had like a couple more dates but the summer was almost over and soon we were both off to other people. I probably should have seen this as an invitation to explore my own freaky side, and I do regret missing that opportunity. When you meet someone who's truly up for anything, you get to take advantage; sometimes I think of looking her up for just that reason.

 

But it'll probably never happen. It felt exactly like bug sex, in retrospect: Tanya had chosen to mate with me, and once she'd taken what she needed, I was dead to her. We had mated and flown on.

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this girl from China named Tanya. She had a very sweet face and big boobs

:lol:

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Not even going to get into it with DAO about the human body and how it works. I seriously wonder about what they teach in Philly schools.

 

I don't think they teach anything about breaking in pussy.

That's something I learned through experience.

Something you seem to lack if you think chicks are just born loose. :lol:

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I don't think they teach anything about breaking in pussy.

That's something I learned through experience.

Something you seem to lack if you think chicks are just born loose. :lol:

 

You really have no idea how muscle groups and muscle memory work. "Breaking in pussy" is some ghetto nonsense that is used to enlarge male egos.

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He's 18, shops at Tilly's, listens to Rise Against and is a full time connoisseur of pussy older than Mathusalem; A sexual 'Rambo' of the nursing homes if you will. Extreme caution advised. This will probably ruin your day and/or life.

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You really have no idea how muscle groups and muscle memory work. "Breaking in pussy" is some ghetto nonsense that is used to enlarge male egos.

 

 

Apparently I have a lot more of an idea than you.

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