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Kink of the Week - Any more than a handfull...

Over at Kink of the Week they are talking about Titty Fucking!  I missed a few due to life...so I will pick up here.

Have I ever titty fucked...well, yes I have.  Not to completion, I have not had a 100% titty fucking experience.  It was just a little nibble of it.

Lots of oil or lube must be used.  I prefer grape seed oil, but any will do.  Water based lube that you use for sex will work but I find that they tend to get sticky quickly unless you can keep rehydrating them.  Perhaps it works better in more humid environments, but down in the desert it tends to dry out and make glue rather quickly.

There is not a lot of pressure either.  Titties tend to be soft(er) so you do not get the squeeze that a hand, vagina, mouth or asshole can give.  Now that is nice for the start or a brief interlude but I like a little pressure on the general.  Sure you can squeeze them and hold them, but the oil makes that a challenge.

Another issue:  I like small tits!

I am happy with a flat chest with pointy nipples or just some bumps.  A, B and MAX C is where my sweet spot for visual and mechanical enjoyment rests.  You need at least a C or a fleshy B to titty fuck.  Fake boobs do make this possible but I will go 100% on record for not liking boob jobs.

I have seen, and played with some really nice boobs in my time.  I can only say that ONE was a good boob job.  The rest...I knew instantly and it was a turn off.  I still fucked, sucked and came all over them but I prefer natural.  I KNOW I will piss people off with that statement...I get that some women want them to fit clothes, or because their kids sucked the life out of them, or they lost weight and now have fried egg boobies.  For those people...get a boob job...love your boobs...I will just stick to the granola brand of boobies, you can find a GMO consumer of your chestecles.

I think a good titty fuck shows that you are comfortable with each other and can play around a little...

So, I guess in summery, I vote YA for titty fucking!

Death becomes you

It is frightening how much I ponder ending it all.  The past 10 years has been a constant struggle, not a whole lot of "up" times.  I can honestly say that I was much happier 10 years ago, full of hope.

There was a reunion party but I did not go...could not go if I wanted to.  Would not go if I could, I already see the Facebook, real or not, that displays their success in the face of my...well...not failure...just not as much success.  (I really sound like a unappreciative bitch)

One of the tenants of stoicism is "development of self control to overcome destructive emotions".  Specifically, "to be free from anger, envy and jealousy".  On that count, I am not doing so well, I am no sage.

I have a nice house, not a mansion but who has/needs a fucking mansion?

I have cars, not nice cars and one needs to be replaced very soon, but who needs nice cars?

I have my own business, not successful I have a pile of bills and a lack of money, but I have kept it going for 8 years!

I have a family, yes they all still live at home and they have all taken a bit longer to get life started then I would have liked, but they love me and I love them and what the fuck is success anyway?

I have a wife, we disagree on a lot and basically live in a sexless relationship, we both know that I have been cheating but we don't really broach the subject, if we admitted to it I would be free to leave and she would be free to hate me for leaving and we would both be alone and the kids would be upset and we cannot afford the house and an apartment anyway and she would have to work and she has no job history or marketable skills to speak of and all the dreams we had when we were younger would be out the window and our kids will grow up like we did with parents that live apart...

But fuck it...it's just life...we get another try at it right?...right?

It's not like there is another person out there for me.

Even when I am feeling "up"  I still think of death...I imagine me smiling as the pain from the heart attack rips through my arm..."Finally,"  I whisper as I lay down in a pool of sweat grasping my left arm, "finally it's over."

OR

Should I leave.  "I haven't' loved you for many years Earl..."  just be honest and leave.  Will that bring me the happiness that I desire?  That new, fresh, clean start with all the baggage that comes with it...sitting alone in my apartment wondering why the fuck we split up in the first place and watching the life I was suppose to live slip away...

Should I stay but really TRY...what does "try" mean.  Have I been not trying?  I have all but ended the cheating, the other life, I have no one anymore that is a real viable option for that...(I dream but there is no one out there).

What does it matter anyway, my lot has been cast, I am where I am in this life.  I have people and things that depend on me, rely on me, need me.  I am needed...therefore I am wanted...I am a weird purvey, morally flexible, sex addicted, lonely, unhappy, (getting) old man...I am where I am and I should just accept this fact and Sisyphus my way to the ever after.

Sorry for such a downer post...next time I will expound poetically on the subject of ass licking...with the right partner and a good shower, it's kind of amazing on both the giving and receiving end...literally!