revolutionise my sexuality

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Maybe it’s more than just a coincidence that I found your website when it seems it may lead me to find what I’ve been searching for.  I have always believed that through sex I could experience a spiritual high that … Continue reading

the divine in you!

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For years now, my sexual life has been about reconciling the joy of sex with the spiritual side of me, worshipping the divine presence I could feel, and sometimes truly see, in my orgasms. In search of that ultimate orgasm, … Continue reading

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I reckon that everybody is different and that they can decide for themselves how they want to label themselves (if they do!). Sexuality is complex and people don’t necessarily fit into neat little boxes. It’s fine if you feel like you do, but not everyone does. Life isn’t black and white for all of us. One of my favourite things about this site is exactly what you dislike – why should Seb or you or I or anyone speak for others – to tell them who or what they really are? How can anyone say that for anyone else? Who decides what the truth of someone else is? Jamie

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If I had my way I would like to have sex at least 3 times a day. I am 41 years old. My wife is the same age but she only wants to do it every 2 weeks. So never has wanted to experiment in bed. We just do it “normal” style. She wont give head or want to be on top Paul

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Seb Cox Replies: Paul, if there are other issues in your relationship you might try going to a marriage counsellor. However if your relationship with your wife is happy in every other regard I would say just leave her be. Some women are not really interested in sex, and there is really very little anyone can do to change that. You would, therefore, need to get your sexual needs meet outside your main relationship. How you do that is entirely up to yourself. Planning is very important. You need to be clear in your own head exactly what sex you want to have. Make a list of rules for yourself. And then Paul, all you have to do is, do it. It might be something that you would only ever need to do once, or it might be something you need to do everyday for the rest of your happy life. But either way, you need to do it, you know what I mean. Do not feel guilty and ever time you have a really good fuck, buy your wife a sex toy. It really doesn’t matter whether she uses them or not. I wish you lots of love, lust and luck on your sacred journey.

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P. S. i THINK YOU HAVE A VERY BEAUTIFUL cock, I would love to give it a tantric massage

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I have to do this everyday: I am senior bear and if you had told me when I was a kid, that I would one day March in a Gay Pride parade, I wouldn’t have been able to get my mind around it. Brought up in the twisted world of Fifties wacko Irish-American Catholicism, I thought I shouldn’t be gay but was wracked with the intense charge of my deepest desires. I was very smart and read all the books that proved that gay love was, if not a sin, a disease to be cured. I wasted the next twenty years of my life in a vane attempt to become who I wasn’t and pouring large amounts of alcohol down my throat to kill the pain. My penis was a lot smarter than my head and right from the get go I was telling me the truth about myself. My first wet dream: I am standing by the stairs that lead to the door of the Basement Chapel of St.Mary’s.

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My brother’s friend Leo walks up to me; he is naked. I am naked. Our hard penises kiss and I wake up to find my pajamas sticky with sperm. Forty five years ago and it still makes me hard! I dated girls. They were nice girls. I ran on the fantasy that if I got laid it would prove I was straight and I would be all right. I later found out that for me sex with a woman was a trick I could pull off and so what. The sad truth is that, in my case, whether I was dating in my young manhood or fucking a couple of women or using some poor soul as an unwilling  beard, I was using these people to fix me. Not a good way to treat anyone. I have a friend from hight school days. In college we used to double date. He asked me one Saturday night why I was always so depressed when we were going out. I couldn’t tell him  that  when I was sitting behind him as we drove off with the girls I wanted more than I can describe even now  to lean forward and cover the muscular white ivory of his neck bites and nibbling kisses. One of the worst nights of my life was spent in the same bed with him inches from me and unable  to be touched. And in the midst of all this I was cruising the bushes and the block ,where men fished for sex, for hours and days on end. Occasionally I got lucky but never happy. When I finally fucked a woman I added two and two and,as usual,came up with twenty-two! Since I was now cured of being queer I would enter the seminary, live with men,  and wear a long black dress. But my prick was still smarter than I was and had a plan of its own. At the end of summer recess I decided to “go for a walk” in the woods near my mothers new house.

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There were often trucks and cars parked along the road. Eventually I spied a neighbor hood beauty I’ll name Paul. He was lying sunning himself wearing as near to nothing as I had ever seen. Perhaps twenty, long spare body, black hair,a face as Irishly handsome as his other brothers. He new I was cruising him. He wanted to be cruised. Was he getting hard? I was. My shyness made me slow to come near. (I later learned how important this is in building explosive sexual tension] In my memory the details become blurred in what I know was a storm of hungry mouths, groping hands, naked flesh: years of longing tearing the sky apart. We were both too trapped in the Big Closet America was then to capitalize on what the God Eros had pulled us into, but I look back an say what a start, There follows many years of therapies, jobs, lots of sex, lots of Bourbon, all enhanced by a talent for self pity. I often say living those years was like riding a bicycle with no chain gears. Then a great blessing: Stonewall and I began trying to come out. Next I was forced to put down the booze. That first summer sober I was in a daze most of the time but, Eros be praised, that Summer they were relaying all the water and sewer pipes in the town where I was living. The work was being done by a Syrian owned company. Most of the workers were Arab, Italian or Spanish. I was defenseless against the strength and beauty unselfconscious erotic power of what I saw. I would go down town for lunch, see  a few more of these glorified bodies, something would light up inside of me inside of me and I had to accept that my deep love of the male was my gift from that erotic God. A few more brain cells would come back on line. That the spermy kiss of Leo’s penis was a blessed gift from god Andy M

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