What is second base again? Oral? Fingering? Touching boobs?
edit: So I just learned, that contrary to my years-long thinking, fucking is actually homerun and not 3rd base. Kinda logical. Fucking muricans.
What is second base again? Oral? Fingering? Touching boobs?
edit: So I just learned, that contrary to my years-long thinking, fucking is actually homerun and not 3rd base. Kinda logical. Fucking muricans.
Last edited by FatFreddy; July 26 2012 at 06:28:27 PM.
Tarm, to be honest you're failing as a swinger. You are much much closer to a cuck than a swinger as others have pointed out. You do realise swingers have sex? Last weekend me and my swinging girlfriend had three play partners each.
You're trying to aim for polyamour and it seems like your wife is aiming for swinging or cuckolding you.
First base is kissing
Second base is boobs
third base is fingering / oral / handjob etc
home run / forth base is sex.
afaik.
i dunno, I'm british and gay. I put my willy in boys' bottoms whilst drinking tea like a sir.
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Lost my zen.
I'm not sure what it is or why I feel this was, but I'm really just irritable lately. I feel like I want to fight. Really just get in a fight, and I don't know why.
I'm guessing stress from work, but it's mostly stress of the unknown. The schedulers have me on the hook for a three week trip to Alaska (which would be great) but I'm under-prepared for it, and getting tossed in at the last second. Am I afraid of failing? No, I'm a fucking champion, but it would through a wrench into some major plans that I had to keep myself from getting into hot water when it comes to my check rides (for the non-aviators, it's a series of tests and a practical exam done once every 17 months, it's a big deal). So I'm feeling the pressure and its starting to get to me. Couple that with a certain set of schedulers being a bunch of vengeful douchebags (making me work on Sunday) and I'm really just fucking mad.
If I could fight them, I'd be happy, not only would I win that fight (bigger than one, in better shape than the other) but I'd work off this pent up rage. I dunno, going back to the gym would probably help this, as the bedroom life hasn't sloped off any really. I dunno, maybe my honeymoon with the squadron is over and I'm starting to have some serious friends and not-friends emerge.
tl;dr- Normally cool Hels is ragey.
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