I saw this posting on a Seattle board, the link will take you to the actual article (TRB). Below, however, is a copy of the article to read here.
It is a story about why this particular person, a married man, 'hobbies'.
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I’ve seen a couple of posts over the past few days asking how frequently we hobby, how many times we see a given provider, and how much we’ve spent on the hobby this year. I posted a week or so back about “Wives Losing Libido”, and I have more to say about that now.
Why do I hobby? Aside from the obvious exquisite pleasure that rarely comes from an ordinary partner, there’s this. This is exactly what happened in my home two hours ago.
SCENE ONE: Me and my wife on a Sunday morning. I’m fresh out of the shower and getting ready to leave for the office to make up some lost time. She’s getting ready to meet a friend to go Christmas dress shopping. She’s in the powder room right by the front door getting ready, admiring her ever-improving figure in the full length mirror, as I walk by to kiss her goodbye for the afternoon.
Let’s call her Kelly.
Kelly: Wow! Look at my legs! Come see! (I walk over and see even more definition than yesterday in her thighs. She has been working out every day for two months, for multiple hours at a time, trying to lose 20 pounds and convert fat to muscle. Some would say she is obsessing about it.)
Me: Nice. (I’ve seen this routine about a hundred times now, and she pulls this every day with one body part or another. The sad part is that she has no libido at all these days, possibly because of the incessant exercise).
Kelly: No, look at it from my angle! (I bend down and caress her smooth legs, noticing the improvements and getting randy by the moment. I want her.)
Me: Nice.
Kelly: Do you like my new body?
Me: Absolutely. (…and getting hornier) Maybe I can take it for a test drive tonight! (Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge. Ten minutes ago we were hugging and giggling and she was telling me how cute she thinks I am. Maybe something will happen….right here….right now.)
Kelly: Hmm…. (I grab her gently from behind, slightly bend her over and place her hands on the wall. I then swoop underneath her with my pelvis and make doggy-style movements. We play like this a lot.)
Kelly: HMMMMmmmm……Hey, we’ve never done it like this! (Against a wall) MMMmmmmm……(I start kissing the back of her neck). Wanna try it?
Me: Well, shyeah! (We start undressing, as I make a mental note that it has been six weeks since we “collaborated” in the bedroom. Not because of me, that’s for dang sure. I’ve made propositions at least every other day.)
Me: “Maybe I’ll try some of my new techniques.” (Aside from the hobby, I’ve also been reading some sexuality books. My favorite is “Lesbian Sex Secrets for Men”. I do have new techniques that I want to try, but the floor of the powder room during a surprise quickie isn’t necessarily the right place.)
We begin quickly undressing. She still has her tennis shoes and top on. I remove the top, and I’m standing there naked, but not yet erect. (More kissing and fondling.) I throw in a few moves.
Kelly: Hey, your technique has improved! (I’m just getting started, I think. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, my dear.)
Me: What, this? This is nothing. I’ll show you some of the good stuff tonight!
She faces the wall and leans into it. I’m ready for business.
Kelly: Go get the lubricant. (Vagisil makes things nice and slippery when there’s no time for natural lubrication.) (After asking where it is, I shuffle off to the master bath, buck naked and at full attention, grab the bottle, and return. She applies it to herself, and I swirl some on myself for luck.)
She’s facing the wall and bending over now, and I prepare to enter her. She grabs my member, I crouch lower, and she inserts me at the tip.
Kelly: Be careful, now. (It has been six weeks, I think to myself. That and my extra thickness make it difficult sometimes.)
I push just a little and pull back a little more. Again. I’m being very careful.
Kelly: OW!
I move even slower, only one quarter in. Careful…..careful…..
Kelly: It hurts! OW!
Halfway in, back and forth. Slow, deliberate movement on my part. No hurry. Get ready…get ready….okay now move all the way in.
Kelly: You’re too big! OW! (She pushes me back and stands up. I add more lubricant to myself.)
Here we both are, standing naked in the bathroom. Well….except for my socks and her tennis shoes. What a motley crew we are.
Me: Would it be easier on the floor? (Why is it always *something* with her?)
Kelly: I don’t want to get pregnant! I don’t want a baby right now! (Duh…neither do I right now). And I’m NOT going on the pill again either! It gives me headaches and makes me fat! (A baby? Where the hell is this coming from? We’ve gone bareback dozens of times after she stopped taking the pill…)
Me: (perplexed) So now what? I can use a condom and really lube it up.
Kelly: OK. But hurry. I’m supposed to meet her in 20 minutes. (I’m thinking to myself, “OK, going bareback you could knock it out in five minutes, but with a condom?” Anyone who has been with me knows that I have a lot of stamina with a condom, like it or not.)
I run to the bedroom, now flinging in the wind instead of at attention. I grab a condom from my shaving bag and return to the powder room. She’s laying on the floor now, legs in a V. I put the condom on the sink until I’m ready for it again. I want to calm her down a bit, so I lift her pelvis and start kissing her inner thighs, in preparation for some DATY. The master plan? Give her some pleasure, get her steamy hot, kiss her to become fully erect, and whammo. Some master plan.
Kelly: I don’t have time for this now!
Me: ? (What the…)
Kelly: Forget it. I don’t want to do this. I’m leaving. (She starts getting dressed.)
Me: !!!
Silently, but steaming, I return to the foyer and grab my pants and boxers. On with the clothes. Where are my shoes? Grab the shoes, slip them on, grab my keys, and out the front door. Bitch!!!
Welcome to my so-called-life these days.
Ever watch that game show from the 70’s, “Let’s Make A Deal”, where contestants have to choose between a prize they’ve already won and whatever’s behind a curtain on stage? Well, which of these would you choose if you were me?
Door Number 1:
Kelly: Ow! It hurts! You’re too big!
Kelly: I don’t want to do this now. I’m leaving.
Door Number 2:
Provider A: You’re blessed!
Provider A: You f**k like a demon!
Provider B: You’re a naughty, naughty boy!
Provider C: She won’t have sex with you? God, I feel sorry for your wife!
Alas, my situation. As long as I’m in this predicament, as long as there are wonderful providers out there who can satisfy my needs and desires, and as long as I have the means to make it happen, I will be in the hobby.
Here I am. Hello, world.
HoseLover98
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SG
Casting Shadows
It is a story about why this particular person, a married man, 'hobbies'.
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I’ve seen a couple of posts over the past few days asking how frequently we hobby, how many times we see a given provider, and how much we’ve spent on the hobby this year. I posted a week or so back about “Wives Losing Libido”, and I have more to say about that now.
Why do I hobby? Aside from the obvious exquisite pleasure that rarely comes from an ordinary partner, there’s this. This is exactly what happened in my home two hours ago.
SCENE ONE: Me and my wife on a Sunday morning. I’m fresh out of the shower and getting ready to leave for the office to make up some lost time. She’s getting ready to meet a friend to go Christmas dress shopping. She’s in the powder room right by the front door getting ready, admiring her ever-improving figure in the full length mirror, as I walk by to kiss her goodbye for the afternoon.
Let’s call her Kelly.
Kelly: Wow! Look at my legs! Come see! (I walk over and see even more definition than yesterday in her thighs. She has been working out every day for two months, for multiple hours at a time, trying to lose 20 pounds and convert fat to muscle. Some would say she is obsessing about it.)
Me: Nice. (I’ve seen this routine about a hundred times now, and she pulls this every day with one body part or another. The sad part is that she has no libido at all these days, possibly because of the incessant exercise).
Kelly: No, look at it from my angle! (I bend down and caress her smooth legs, noticing the improvements and getting randy by the moment. I want her.)
Me: Nice.
Kelly: Do you like my new body?
Me: Absolutely. (…and getting hornier) Maybe I can take it for a test drive tonight! (Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge. Ten minutes ago we were hugging and giggling and she was telling me how cute she thinks I am. Maybe something will happen….right here….right now.)
Kelly: Hmm…. (I grab her gently from behind, slightly bend her over and place her hands on the wall. I then swoop underneath her with my pelvis and make doggy-style movements. We play like this a lot.)
Kelly: HMMMMmmmm……Hey, we’ve never done it like this! (Against a wall) MMMmmmmm……(I start kissing the back of her neck). Wanna try it?
Me: Well, shyeah! (We start undressing, as I make a mental note that it has been six weeks since we “collaborated” in the bedroom. Not because of me, that’s for dang sure. I’ve made propositions at least every other day.)
Me: “Maybe I’ll try some of my new techniques.” (Aside from the hobby, I’ve also been reading some sexuality books. My favorite is “Lesbian Sex Secrets for Men”. I do have new techniques that I want to try, but the floor of the powder room during a surprise quickie isn’t necessarily the right place.)
We begin quickly undressing. She still has her tennis shoes and top on. I remove the top, and I’m standing there naked, but not yet erect. (More kissing and fondling.) I throw in a few moves.
Kelly: Hey, your technique has improved! (I’m just getting started, I think. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, my dear.)
Me: What, this? This is nothing. I’ll show you some of the good stuff tonight!
She faces the wall and leans into it. I’m ready for business.
Kelly: Go get the lubricant. (Vagisil makes things nice and slippery when there’s no time for natural lubrication.) (After asking where it is, I shuffle off to the master bath, buck naked and at full attention, grab the bottle, and return. She applies it to herself, and I swirl some on myself for luck.)
She’s facing the wall and bending over now, and I prepare to enter her. She grabs my member, I crouch lower, and she inserts me at the tip.
Kelly: Be careful, now. (It has been six weeks, I think to myself. That and my extra thickness make it difficult sometimes.)
I push just a little and pull back a little more. Again. I’m being very careful.
Kelly: OW!
I move even slower, only one quarter in. Careful…..careful…..
Kelly: It hurts! OW!
Halfway in, back and forth. Slow, deliberate movement on my part. No hurry. Get ready…get ready….okay now move all the way in.
Kelly: You’re too big! OW! (She pushes me back and stands up. I add more lubricant to myself.)
Here we both are, standing naked in the bathroom. Well….except for my socks and her tennis shoes. What a motley crew we are.
Me: Would it be easier on the floor? (Why is it always *something* with her?)
Kelly: I don’t want to get pregnant! I don’t want a baby right now! (Duh…neither do I right now). And I’m NOT going on the pill again either! It gives me headaches and makes me fat! (A baby? Where the hell is this coming from? We’ve gone bareback dozens of times after she stopped taking the pill…)
Me: (perplexed) So now what? I can use a condom and really lube it up.
Kelly: OK. But hurry. I’m supposed to meet her in 20 minutes. (I’m thinking to myself, “OK, going bareback you could knock it out in five minutes, but with a condom?” Anyone who has been with me knows that I have a lot of stamina with a condom, like it or not.)
I run to the bedroom, now flinging in the wind instead of at attention. I grab a condom from my shaving bag and return to the powder room. She’s laying on the floor now, legs in a V. I put the condom on the sink until I’m ready for it again. I want to calm her down a bit, so I lift her pelvis and start kissing her inner thighs, in preparation for some DATY. The master plan? Give her some pleasure, get her steamy hot, kiss her to become fully erect, and whammo. Some master plan.
Kelly: I don’t have time for this now!
Me: ? (What the…)
Kelly: Forget it. I don’t want to do this. I’m leaving. (She starts getting dressed.)
Me: !!!
Silently, but steaming, I return to the foyer and grab my pants and boxers. On with the clothes. Where are my shoes? Grab the shoes, slip them on, grab my keys, and out the front door. Bitch!!!
Welcome to my so-called-life these days.
Ever watch that game show from the 70’s, “Let’s Make A Deal”, where contestants have to choose between a prize they’ve already won and whatever’s behind a curtain on stage? Well, which of these would you choose if you were me?
Door Number 1:
Kelly: Ow! It hurts! You’re too big!
Kelly: I don’t want to do this now. I’m leaving.
Door Number 2:
Provider A: You’re blessed!
Provider A: You f**k like a demon!
Provider B: You’re a naughty, naughty boy!
Provider C: She won’t have sex with you? God, I feel sorry for your wife!
Alas, my situation. As long as I’m in this predicament, as long as there are wonderful providers out there who can satisfy my needs and desires, and as long as I have the means to make it happen, I will be in the hobby.
Here I am. Hello, world.
HoseLover98
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SG
Casting Shadows
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