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I was going to post that when I rode horses a lot in my younger days, my jodhpurs definitely didn't have those sticky out bits, they were tight as you like, beautiful cream, thigh-hugging things. Phwoar, eh? No weird baggy lobes on the sides at all.

That's definitely what I was going to post. Right up until I read the bit about 'riding'. And then I got very distracted indeed... :devil:

They're still coming off though. For the *coughs* 'riding'... :cool:

They will have to cum off. :)
 
I'm certain you could talk one out of his uniform.

I would wear any costume you wish, sweetheart.

Well, let's start with the Mountie... :devil:

Those powerful thigh muscles can have many uses.

I might need the big lobey jodhpurs now myself after all my mogulling activities. Still, as you say, powerful thighs can be a good asset. Straddling. I'm thinking that my straddling might be much improved... :devil:
 
On how skiing is just like sex (and how it really isn't)

Skiing is like sex because:

  • there's lots to learn, starting with the simple stuff is good, get that right first
  • the more you practise, the more skilled you get
  • getting into a good rhythm can be rather sublime
  • it's important to get the legs in the right position :)
  • sometimes there are different techniques you could use in a given situation, it can be rewarding to try different things, see what works
  • sometimes a particular activity can seem scary, but if you just take it slowly, build up gradually, it can become something you love to do
  • and there are some things you just know you are never going to like, and that's fine too (moguls, ugh.... nipple clamps, *shudder*)
  • muscle memory is a wonderful thing ;)
  • properly adjusted bindings can keep everything just where you want it :devil:
  • after you've been doing it for a while it becomes sort of instinctive, how to feel just exactly when you've got the edge...
  • after a long session, there is a delicious sense of physical tiredness, of muscles fully exercised, of satiated exhaustion, a random pile of limp limbs
  • if it was a really good session, you can find yourself walking funny afterwards

And skiing is nothing like sex because:

  • it needs to be really cold out on the hill for skiing, really cold. Not very conducive to a gorgeous thick erection... or very safe for one :eek:
  • you have to wear lots and lots of layers of clothing, every inch of skin needs to be covered up lest frostbite strike (see 'erection' above)
  • and that clothing is really not sexy (thermal long johns, anyone?)
  • plummeting over the orgasmic cliff is wonderful - plummeting over an actual snowy cliff, not so much :eek:
 
On how skiing is just like sex (and how it really isn't)

Skiing is like sex because:

  • there's lots to learn, starting with the simple stuff is good, get that right first
  • the more you practise, the more skilled you get
  • getting into a good rhythm can be rather sublime
  • it's important to get the legs in the right position :)
  • sometimes there are different techniques you could use in a given situation, it can be rewarding to try different things, see what works
  • sometimes a particular activity can seem scary, but if you just take it slowly, build up gradually, it can become something you love to do
  • and there are some things you just know you are never going to like, and that's fine too (moguls, ugh.... nipple clamps, *shudder*)
  • muscle memory is a wonderful thing ;)
  • properly adjusted bindings can keep everything just where you want it :devil:
  • after you've been doing it for a while it becomes sort of instinctive, how to feel just exactly when you've got the edge...
  • after a long session, there is a delicious sense of physical tiredness, of muscles fully exercised, of satiated exhaustion, a random pile of limp limbs
  • if it was a really good session, you can find yourself walking funny afterwards

And skiing is nothing like sex because:

  • it needs to be really cold out on the hill for skiing, really cold. Not very conducive to a gorgeous thick erection... or very safe for one :eek:
  • you have to wear lots and lots of layers of clothing, every inch of skin needs to be covered up lest frostbite strike (see 'erection' above)
  • and that clothing is really not sexy (thermal long johns, anyone?)
  • plummeting over the orgasmic cliff is wonderful - plummeting over an actual snowy cliff, not so much :eek:


I have yet to find anything better than the pleasure from orgasm and the pleasure from floating though power. Nothing comes close to those 2.
 
Gradual disrobing, that's a nice phrase. Like unwrapping a gift... :devil:

I do like the different experiences in different seasons. It's going to be weird this year, just eleven weeks between the end of skiing (brrrr, cold, firelight, candles) and my first summer trip (Italy, sun, unobserved balconies, little private pool). I'm hoping to be naked a lot, which is not something I could say here, not outside anyway! There actually is a little balcony here, but oh, it's chilly out there, and it's overlooked by an awful lot of windows :eek:

Quebexit. Damn. Once there's a 'snappy' title for it, it could get traction... :( I don't think H would be in favour, though... Met a couple of Québécois gents on a chairlift yesterday, very friendly and interesting chaps :)


Whoops! Sorry! Missed your reply from some days ago.

I assume you folks are probably back home by now, hopefully safely. :)

Mmm...Italy, been many many years for me. With troublemaker in tow we tend to stick closer to home. Summer vacation this year will on a beach on the east coast U.S.

Have you been to Quebec? I remember eating my way through Montreal, lol. Omigosh the food.
 
I have yet to find anything better than the pleasure from orgasm and the pleasure from floating though power. Nothing comes close to those 2.

I don't think I ski well enough really to have orgasmically floated in powder very often. I've definitely floated, and loved it, but it's been rare.

But very interesting to make the comparison. I wonder what other experiences might come close to the pleasure of orgasm. I find sailing downhill on my bicycle very pleasurable (if I've earned it by cycling up the other side first ;)), but it's not really similar to orgasm. Except at the summit, when you switch from gradually inching closer, panting probably, to whizzing down the other side going 'ahhhhhhhh'. Oh, wait... :D
 
Whoops! Sorry! Missed your reply from some days ago.

I assume you folks are probably back home by now, hopefully safely. :)

Mmm...Italy, been many many years for me. With troublemaker in tow we tend to stick closer to home. Summer vacation this year will on a beach on the east coast U.S.

Have you been to Quebec? I remember eating my way through Montreal, lol. Omigosh the food.

Beach. Mmmmm. Secluded? :devil:

I've never been to Quebec. It's on the list (really, I have an actual list.... :cool:), but it'll be a while before I can steel myself for another long haul trip. Might be NZ next :eek: What was it that you loved about the food in Montreal?
 
Inspiring, eh? :devil:

And thank you, yes, it was such a long journey, but, apart from a little fight with a very rude London Underground man, it was fine. So nice to sleep in my own bed...

Yes very inspiring...definitely makes me want to go and go and go...:devil:;)

You're welcome :rose:
 
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