tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post9192104943291851611..comments2009-05-20T17:56:06.608-04:00Comments on the world is a playground: I did a good-ish deedThe World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-73290411028222979502009-03-15T12:38:00.000-04:002009-03-15T12:38:00.000-04:00I'm sorry, I just don't see how this was a "good-i...I'm sorry, I just don't see how this was a "good-ish deed". You led her on, lied about liking it, and the whole pretending thing....that's just not right, for her psyche.Dangerous Lillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06799721415625090835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-87697534145500983172009-02-23T18:46:00.000-05:002009-02-23T18:46:00.000-05:00Ms I:She is only similar to you so far as to say t...Ms I:<BR/><BR/>She is only similar to you so far as to say that her husband doesn't seem to want to be sexually active with her. From what she says he's very occupied with work, and if he isn't working he's sleeping.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Hubman:<BR/><BR/>She's the southeastern manager for a division of my company, I am the northeastern manager, basically we have the same job in different regions of the country. We rarely talk or see each other except maybe two or three times a year. <BR/><BR/>Riff:<BR/><BR/>Trust me, it wasn't my best work, I didn't try to make it last longer than it should have. There are plenty of ways to stay motivated, pulling out and going back to foreplay, imagining dead kittens, take a little bit extra time to change positions. I did none of it. Plus alcohol has a way of changing your immediate perception on the world.Each time only lasted a short while, maybe 10 or 15 minutes.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>I did talk to her on yahoo after our encounter and she asked me if it would bother me to the point that I might get a case of the guilts and talk about it. Which I surely would not. Not wanting to make her feel bad I also lied and said I really enjoyed it. :(The World is a Playgroundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-56625226166355201342009-02-23T17:37:00.000-05:002009-02-23T17:37:00.000-05:00Now that is not one I've heard before! The whole...Now <I>that</I> is not one I've heard before! The whole <I>pretend I'm her husband</I> thing might be a tough one to stay "motivated" through. My hat's off to you!Riff Doghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15791314230363729619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-20075325203255195002009-02-23T06:07:00.000-05:002009-02-23T06:07:00.000-05:00She used his name with you? That is all sorts of ...She used his name with you? That is all sorts of fucked-up! No way would I have been able to do that.<BR/><BR/>Is this work friend a co-worker you see on daily basis? God I hope not...<BR/><BR/>[btw, update your blogroll, my blog has moved...]Hubmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12080481657336478578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-79186696750783597262009-02-23T00:37:00.000-05:002009-02-23T00:37:00.000-05:00In what could be possibly the most fucked up sexua...<I>In what could be possibly the most fucked up sexual experience of my life she talked to me like I was her husband, using his name. The entire time her eyes closed. I could only think that she was imagining her husband above her not me.</I><BR/><BR/>That is incredibly sad (in the heartbreaking, not pathetic kind of way). Maybe it would have been best had you not gone there, but maybe she just needed to pretend for a while. <BR/><BR/>[Oh, and I'm not seeing the similarities here, mister. :P ]Ms. Inconspicuoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07182712969995977009noreply@blogger.com