The Art of Getting Lit Laid

Mischief...I recall a moment in an elevator, in Milan, many years ago. One of the female singers of the choir I was touring with got in, along with my best buddy in the choir at the time. Nothing was said, but the look she gave us (she'd had quite a bit to drink--we all had) made the same impression on both of us, independently, so it wasn't just me. She got off at her floor, and after, we shared how we'd reacted. We felt that if either of us had said a single word, she'd have been onto us right there in the elevator...and she was a religious affairs (lol) producer for a broadcasting company
Oh my...that would have turned out quite interesting lol
 
Mischief...I recall a moment in an elevator, in Milan, many years ago. One of the female singers of the choir I was touring with got in, along with my best buddy in the choir at the time. Nothing was said, but the look she gave us (she'd had quite a bit to drink--we all had) made the same impression on both of us, independently, so it wasn't just me. She got off at her floor, and after, we shared how we'd reacted. We felt that if either of us had said a single word, she'd have been onto us right there in the elevator...and she was a religious affairs (lol) producer for a broadcasting company
i know of a female minister that will have you calling God's name!
 
Did you ever do it?
Funny story:

I didn't approach her when I first felt puppy love for her, too shy. But a year later I asked her to the school prom and we had a nice time. At the end, when they played that last romantic song for slow dancing (I think it was Smoke Gets in Your Eyes), I held her close enough that she had to feel how excited I was to be dancing with her. But alas, neither of us knew how to take that next step, or even if we should.

More than a decade later, I found out she was a single mom with a couple of kids, living two houses away from my parents. I was married by then, but I have had a few fantasies about what might have happened if I had walked over and knocked on her door.

Lesson learned: Go for it.
 
Simpler times

With passage of time and fading memories our distant past is often reflected upon as the good ole days as we look back wistfully.

But we tend to only remember the good times and forget the struggles, plus we know we made it through ok so knowing the outcome only increases our romanticization of the days gone by.


I try to remember the bad times too, not because I like to relive those moments but it helps me to not be so scared of the future when I realize uncertainty is just never going to go away.
I like your last sentence because it reminds me that the hundred or so times when I dreaded what was to come, eventually came and went and I lived through them just fine. Having a final exam the next day and knowing you're not ready for it. Being summoned to the base commander's office because you missed curfew. Knowing tomorrow is the day for mediation with your soon-to-be ex-wife. It's not that those weren't bad times, it's that you lived through them and hopefully learned something in the process. As my dear mother used to tell me, "This too shall pass."
 
I like your last sentence because it reminds me that the hundred or so times when I dreaded what was to come, eventually came and went and I lived through them just fine. Having a final exam the next day and knowing you're not ready for it. Being summoned to the base commander's office because you missed curfew. Knowing tomorrow is the day for mediation with your soon-to-be ex-wife. It's not that those weren't bad times, it's that you lived through them and hopefully learned something in the process. As my dear mother used to tell me, "This too shall pass."
And at the end of it all, you're still you, and they can't take that away (well, maybe they could, but I choose not to believe that)
 
Me and my first serious gf decided to go with her Mom to bingo night at her church.

Her mom had like 50 cards playing all at the same time and I had just one. Lol

Gf was sitting between me and her mother. I was only playing one card so I put my hand under the table and put it on gf lap and her mom said hands above the table please.

I thought she was just joking so I kept my hand nuzzled against her crotch the whole night.
 
Good Morning 🌞

It is early morning. He has thirty minutes left to sleep - but the day will not begin with the shrill cry of an alarm.

It will begin with the ache in his manhood, cradled in my hand, and the shock of my gaze holding his as he wakes.

I sink onto him, taking every inch,
rolling my hips in a slow, relentless rhythm that drags him out of sleep
and into a storm of heat and pleasure.

And when release finds him, he will know -
this is my way of saying good morning.
 
Good Morning 🌞

It is early morning. He has thirty minutes left to sleep - but the day will not begin with the shrill cry of an alarm.

It will begin with the ache in his manhood, cradled in my hand, and the shock of my gaze holding his as he wakes.

I sink onto him, taking every inch,
rolling my hips in a slow, relentless rhythm that drags him out of sleep
and into a storm of heat and pleasure.

And when release finds him, he will know -
this is my way of saying good morning.
I am up for it! Beautiful as always Carmina. You just seduced everyone on the thread!
 
Good Morning 🌞

It is early morning. He has thirty minutes left to sleep - but the day will not begin with the shrill cry of an alarm.

It will begin with the ache in his manhood, cradled in my hand, and the shock of my gaze holding his as he wakes.

I sink onto him, taking every inch,
rolling my hips in a slow, relentless rhythm that drags him out of sleep
and into a storm of heat and pleasure.

And when release finds him, he will know -
this is my way of saying good morning.
That isn't a good morning
That is a PERFECT morning
 
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