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[West69]

Okay.. instead of “A team ask you”… how about a new topic.  “I Ask the A team”.

If the A Team is willing to solicit ideas, how about some actions between M & M during the MMF 3soms? I have had many F say they would like to watch two guys going at it while they masturbated to orgasm.

[West69]

Brandybee……..Lying here on the ground on the dirt track, looking up at you grinning as you straddle my face…………. sorry, I lost my train of thought….why am I here?,,,,,,,,,

oh yeah. Thanks people for telling me about the limited soundtracks for old members. I joined ACHAT so long ago, I have only, “Onward Christian Soldiers”, and the “Theme from Rawhide”.

[West69]

First, thank you to both of you for your warm welcome back. I have been around, but just not on the Forum. In truth I have been hiding from Brandybee, because although I love her, she is relentless in cajoling me to write more stories. LOL.

One follow-up point from Lover's comments. Within your question is the implied solution. The amorous sound tracks could be controlled by a “speed” button, similar to the current avi visual movement. The cadence of the sounds adjusted by the players as they move toward climax.  This approach would make the lovemaking more realistic for players and offering the “speed” button for sound would be another incentive for players to pay for “premium”.  It would be a good “return on investment” for ACHAT management.

Finally, thanks to all of you who make such sincere efforts to improve the game.

[West69]

I have listed myself as “Bi”, although some nights I do not know what I am. More important, beyond physical attraction, I have a strong philosophical bias toward tolerance. Therefore, I support the expansion of poses for MM, MS, FF, as well as MF.

I would also like to comment on the assumption that the advocacy of MM depends on gay males speaking up more. There is a larger, albeit “silent group” of bi and even hetero males that continue to approach me. I am not so naive as to believe these individuals will suddenly get the courage to speak up for MM poses. However, I would like to point out to ACHAT management that there is an untapped financial resource in bi and hetero males that actually would pay for MM poses, even if the camera remains in the closet.  😮

[West69]

I agree with you 100%. Great sex involves auditory, olfactory, tactile sensory stimulation in addition to visual. Many times while in room I will turn on the sound from a website vid to help me imagine my partner responding. It is easier than waiting for the typed response since hopefully their hands are too busy to type.

For those who choose not to listen to a “moaning” track, they could have the option of turning it off just like the current music options.

I hope management will give this serious consideration to help improve the game.

[West69]

I'll be on the campaign trail again soon for all you experienced writers and would be  writers……..Get writing folks and those who promised me a story last time…. I 'll be on your tail soon… 

PREFACE:

1. As you can see from above, even though I did NOT promise anything, I did write a story for the first contest. Therefore, Brandybee has been relentless in “being on my tail”. Too bad it wasn't literally rather than figuratively. I am submitting a story, and my revenge is that Brandybee, I am dedicating it to YOU  :-*. If no one likes it, it is your responsibility for bringing it into the world.  :  😮

2. My second statement is an apology to all the readers. Brandybee nagged me until I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote it nonstop. I did this BEFORE I read any of the contest rules or knew about a selected “topic”. To be perfectly honest, when I do write, the “topic” selects itself. I doubt that I could conjure up anything readable that would have a “time traveling”, pirate boat captain who had run his fiberglass skiff aground in a Roaring 20's speakeasy.  :

Since I wasn't aware of the contest rules ahead of time (and probably would have fucking ignored them anyway), I withdraw from any voting, potential prizes, etc. I wish you all well and will read your stories with enthusiasm. I humbly offer you mine as something to amuse you, and hopefully that you will enjoy in addition to the contest. 

    THE TRIP TO VISIT JESSICA’S PARENTS

I hate the subway in NYC. I am already tense enough thinking about my trip this weekend to be “inspected” by Jessica’s parents. We have been going together for about six months, so I guess I can’t put it off any longer. Jessica is intelligent, has a good sense of humor, and she has a body that makes me hard at work just dreaming of her. Tall (5’11”),raven black hair, great smile, deep blue eyes, and she has a sensuous glide when she walks. I can almost see her upper thighs rubbing together when she moves, and when she comes toward me I imagine her pussylips starting to become sticky.

Her waist is thin, hips narrow, and her 36D breasts usually are pushing up out of the tight blouses she wears. They should. She is only 28 years old.

The subway car hits a turn and jolts me out of my reverie. I am 35 years old, still in good physical shape from years of competitive tennis, but probably lucky to lie down with someone as hot as Jessica. If I don’t pass the “parental review”, it is going to be hard keeping her thinking marriage might be in the cards. As much as Jessica enjoys my face between her legs, she is starting to believe her “baby clock” is ticking.

The train continues its “push-pull” of violent jerks, rolling me sideways on the cheap hard plastic seats. I grab the cold steel pole to steady myself and try to stare at the ceiling to allow my mind to escape this 90mph sardine can. Most of the ceiling of the car is covered with juvenile graffiti. “Bobby fucks Mona”, drawings of cocks so short they wouldn’t please anyone except the user, and gang tag warnings to keep off 110th street.
I should have taken a taxi. At least there are only a few people riding at three in the afternoon.

As we exit the Lincoln tunnel, my eyes struggle to adjust to the sun being filtered through the grimy windows. I look up and catch a teenage girl sitting directly across from me.
She seems intent on getting me to look at her, so I politely return her smile. With the make-up she appears about twenty years old, but in truth is probably not more than 16.
Not really plump, but well-endowed, with full round breasts peeking out from under her  long red coat. She sits with a large shopping bag propped on her lap and I-Pod wires showing she is listening to some music only she can hear. I laugh to myself because it is more than likely a new group I have never heard of. When you are 35 you can start admitting you don’t know shit about popular music.

After my polite acknowledgement I avert my eyes, but she pulls me back. Apparently she is one with the music because almost imperceptively, her hips are moving to a beat. Not so much side-to-side, but front to back. She is sliding on the seat, all the way back, then thrusting just a little toward me. She parts her feet a little and opens her knees. I see the shopping bag move as she holds it with her left arm, but slides her right hand behind it and down. She moves the shopping bag aside so it blocks the vision of the other people further down the train car.

I can’t believe it. Her right hand has moved to unbutton the coat and she is wearing only a black thong. I can’t look away now and she knows it. She slides one finger under the thong and begins moving it up the crease in her lips to the top near her clit. The outside of the thong is starting to get wet, and she keeps working it faster. Her head is back as she watches the erection form in my suit pants. It is straining at my zipper as she smiles back and puts her sticky finger between her lips and licks it.

I can’t go over to her because everyone else in the train car will see. My cock is throbbing like it is going to explode. She sees this and quickens her hip movement on the seat. She presses her pussy against the hard surface until her clit is pinched against the plastic seat. The beat through the I-pod drives her on. Then, in an instant her eyes lock on mine and she gushes cream all down the seat. her legs now wide open and beautiful warm fluid squirting down the seat. I want to bury my face into her, suck her clit, breathe into her pussy, but I can’t. She delights in knowing she has me paralyzed.

When she sees I have been panting, she lets out a little giggle. She pulls her coat together, straddles the puddle on the seat, and rises to walk to the exit doors. The train comes to a stop, she turns, flashes me a knowing smile, and steps off disappearing into the crowd of commuters.

Jesus Christ!!! Dammit, I should have followed her. My mind is spinning and my thighs are cramping. I close my eyes and visualize both of us being at my apartment. I am lifting her onto the butcher block in my kitchen and spreading her legs wide. I can hear her pop when I enter her. A sudden gush of breath and I am slamming into her up to the hilt. I feel her vagina gripping me, her teeth gently biting into my neck, then…..No! No! No!

I remember I am sitting alone on the subway. My hand is resting on my cock, realizing I am dangerously close to cumming in my pants, in public, for God’s sake. I start to think about getting arrested and losing my job. It is working, my hard-on starts to diminish. I work to control my breathing. I look around and nobody is watching me so I am safe.

The next subway stop is near Jessica’s office building so I get off. Hurriedly, I enter the tall insurance building where she is an agent, and I find the first floor restroom. I splash some water on my face, comb my hair, straighten my tie, and see if anything shows.
Jessica can usually smell desire on me, and there is no way I can explain the train “adventure”.

Now up to the eighth floor lobby where I greet her with a kiss. No hug, just in case any remnant of a hard-on might give me away. She starts babbling about her day, which of course I am paying no attention to, still trying to erase the imaginary vision of the young girl’s erect ruby nipples from my brain. Down the elevator, into the parking garage, and into her car which we packed this morning. Carefully pushing ourselves into the congested traffic that is the madness of NYC.

An hour later, we are out of the city. The BMW 740iL comfortably cruising at 70mph through the Connecticut countryside. Three more hours and we are on the outskirts of Boston, where Jessica’s parents reside on a plush 5 acre estate. I forgot that lawyers rake in considerably more money than I do as a “junior” executive. Maybe someday I’ll work my way up to this. If not, I have a chance to do something my parents said I would NEVER do, and that is “marry into money”. LOL.

We pull up to a set of ornate gates, Jessica sends a “your baby daughter’s home” greeting into the intercom, and the gates slowly open. The BMW purrs up the long winding drive and rests under a vine covered portico in front of the majestic Georgian mansion. Impressing her parents might be a lot tougher than I thought.

First a single malt Scotch with Jessica’s father in the library. Some banter about the stock market and football, but I avoid politics until I know what side he is on. I tell him how his daughter’s intelligence and good nature first attracted me. I let him know I am ambitious and plan to move up in the company, but make sure he knows I am not too aggressive.
Jessica’s mother saves me further interrogation, and dinner goes well. Excellent meal and a good wine. After desert we make it know we are exhausted and will retire early. Jessica warned me that her parents are conservative and don’t know yet we are sleeping together.
Of course they know, but no one wants to admit it openly. I agreed that I can put up with two nights of sleeping alone, but make sure I protest enough that Jessica knows I would much rather be making love to her.

Up the stairs, my room is not large, but has a fireplace and a private bathroom. It is one of six guest bedrooms. Her parents have placed Jessica in the downstairs bedroom, and their Master Bedroom is only two doors down from mine near the top of the stairway. I have to laugh. They are guarding her as though she needs a chastity belt. If they only knew what kind of porn she watches with me, and how talented she is with a banana. Jessica could make an experienced courtesan blush.

It is about 11pm. No TV in the room, so I try to read to fall asleep. Some old Henry James novels, The Compleat Works of Shakespeare, Tolstoy. Nothing that is going to hold my interest enough to erase the longing to revisit the vision of the nubile young child on the train.

Every time I closed my eyes I could see her fingers again, plucking the wet thong away from her pink labia. The color of a rose that I desperately wanted to plunge my nose into to inhale its sweetness. I just couldn’t shake the image. I kept getting an erection thinking of the cream dripping from her as she slid in and out of the puddle on the seat. I wanted to be that seat. I wanted to rub my hardness against her welcoming clit. I wanted to feel her press it down hard against my pubic bone.

After two hours of trying to fight these images I decided to exit the room for a visit to the kitchen or maybe sneak out onto the porch for some crisp, cool air. I knew I couldn’t risk getting into Jessica’s room to relieve myself, and I paled at the thought of explaining the next day why my sheets were stained with cum, when I spent the night alone. Maybe if I could grab another scotch out of the library I might be able to get to sleep.

Ok, so here I am tip-toeing down the hallway. If caught I already have my story: insomnia only scotch can cure. As I get near the stairway, I see a light on in the Master Bedroom. Crap, it is past 1am. I thought for sure they would be asleep. I can hear Jessica’s father snoring, so it must be Isabella, her mother up late reading. Jessica told me her parents still sleep in the same room, but in separate beds. During dinner I couldn’t help marveling at how much Jessica looked like her mother. Isabella looked in her early 40’s so she must have had Jessica quite young. She was more full figured, but had the same seductive black hair.

I should have gone down the stairs, but the bedroom door was open about four inches and I could hear a breathing that was not as deep as that of someone sleeping, and it was a little faster paced. I peeked through the door and Isabella was standing with her back to me. She had on a sheer white lace negligee, and the blue reading light behind it illuminated the curves of her shoulders as her raven locks flowed down to meet her hips.
She turned slightly and my heart jumped as the light provided the back-drop for the silhouette of her large breasts and nipples as large as apricots. A little further, then I saw a silky mound of pubic hair neatly trimmed and centered between creamy white thighs.
I knew I was staring at an Italian Goddess…… and I was about to get killed if caught.
If Jessica’s father was too old to do it, certainly Jessica would finish the job if she caught me spying on her mother. Fortunately, her dad continued to snore loudly and Jessica was safely locked downstairs.

I had just convinced myself to do the right (smart) thing and turn away, when the ultimate shocker hit. Isabella was brushing some kind of cream onto the Italian Renaissance bedpost. She certainly wasn’t up late dusting the furniture. She also was applying it lovingly, greasing the round knob as if it were a close friend. She would gently caress it, then squeeze near the top of the knob where it curved inward. I watched in wonder, excitement building as she climbed onto the bed. She stood on the mattress, opened her legs and straddled the post.

Then she began a slow dance, sliding her lips against the post, massaging her clit as she moved up and down. I could see the post glistening and moisture forming between Isabella and the post. I was hard as a rock, and without realizing it had moved my shorts down to let my cock hang free. Blood was pumping into me as I watched Isabella insert the post, at first just an inch, then two. She would let it pop out then back onto it a little further. Three inches, then four. She was making a low guttural sound, not loud enough to wake her husband, but it turned me on even more.

In addition, she had strategically propped a floor-length mirror against the wall so she could see the knob going in and out. Her pink pussy gripped the post on each thrust,  and she moaned when she went down on it. I began to masturbate a little faster and felt the excitement building. I could feel my cock in my hand begging to be the bedpost.

Then a cold chill came over me. I stopped looking directly at Isabella, and glanced at the mirror. She could see me out of the corner of the mirror, and I thought she would yell and give me away. Instead, she smiled at me and began moving the post inside her in a circle.
She didn’t want to get caught either. She motioned for me to come in the room. She whispered for me to sit on the edge of the bed. Instantly, I knew what she wanted. Each time she moved down on the post, taking it in deeper. I licked her clit. She trembled and pushed it further into my mouth. When I thought she was close to cumming I helped her off the bedpost. I laid on my back on the floor and she straddled my mouth. She almost smothered me sucking my tongue and lips into her. Then she moved back and slid onto my cock. First all the way up, then down to the hilt slowly. Then picking up speed. Faster now until I couldn’t hold it. I arched my back and almost passed out as I shot into her. She covered her scream, by pressing her mouth hard onto mine. She was writhing out of control, and I was close to crying out of relief. We lay there for a long time. She held me like I was a lost child. I kept my face against her neck, smelling her sweet body, not wanting to look into her eyes out of embarrassment. Finally, she slid off of me and quietly slipped into her bed. Not a word was said.

The next morning I convinced Jessica we should leave a day early. No use overstaying our welcome on my first visit. I didn’t want to admit that if we stayed, the next night I would be at her mother’s bedroom door hoping to catch her in her seduction of the bedpost. Breakfast went well. Everyone polite. Jessica was well rested. Her father content in his ignorance. Isabella and I basking in the memories of our lust.

Truthfully, I don’t know what the future will hold. But everytime I am haunted by the memory of the young girl on the subway, I intend to call Jessica and ask her if we can spend the weekend with her parents.

[West69]

Ok, Rukya. how about: Achat's BDSM BABES?

From an admittedly biased male point of view, I find “BDSM Ladies” attractive. Just my humble opinion. Good luck, and have fun.

[West69]

well preference was to see others get new poses… but Review I must

Sitting doggy…
Unfortuenately my test partner did not have the upgrade for the pose… I could still poke around from my side however… 
Robot Girl didn't have the options either… note to self: exit room if called away in RL… my god how long was I in there with Robot Girl… must have been a good pose to take that time.

Male options:
Quick action
lick pussy
massage breasts  mmm love her facial on this…
slap ass
anal action intereesting variation in action… slow shallow poking… nicely done….
rub clit
bigger movement
finger anus
legs on back elabore transition from the pose to  resetting the legs onto her back so she can press down and ride..
lift hips (hers)
jerk off
fondle back… IMO the weakest … somthing seems off in the motions. but nice to have a fondle there of slow caresses

a couple of faces…

Female:
To follow… lack of her update prohited the exploration. Perhaps one of the ladies can add their side.

compared to the exisitng reverse cowgirl… no doubt this much better… actions are much more realistic….

As always, TY for your efforts in making this a better game, and in your review of pose.

PS You owe Robot Girl a gift. perhaps some  WD40? 

[West69]

We have severals polls for poses, clothes, rooms…

What I have done long time ago was a poll about the next update at all… Should we start a poll “Which orientation shall get the next update?”
Everyone is allowed to bring up his/her friends to this forum and vote.

While this is certainly one attempt at being “fair”, a “democratic vote” approach always inherently favors the majority. If I may suggest an alternative approach, have everyone vote on the ten MOST favorite poses in FM, then if anatomically feasible, go back and make sure they are adapted to every orientation. This would help us catch up on the discrepancy, and give all orientations access to the perceived best poses.

As a second step toward progress, when the discrepancy between orientations is mitigated, set the development of future poses to ROTATE between all orientations. For example,
FM, then FF, then MM, then SF, then, SM, etc. etc. Now, before someone criticizes me on the order let me state that I don't really care. Let ACHAT management put it in order of best financial return-on-investment. It the CONCEPT of rotation that I am advocating, which would prevent three or four FM poses being developed before any other orientation got a chance.

PS If you are the type of person that is prone to the negative, please don't focus on the flaws of my suggestions. Instead, please use your creativity to suggest viable options, rather than “watersporting” my humble ideas.

[West69]

My profile already says “No Pics”, but it seems that just isn’t clear.  So I’m putting it on public record.  I do not share my personal information, my pictures, and under no circumstances do I video chat.  This is not negotiable, up for debate, or discussion.  I cannot say it any more plain.  But if you still feel the need to pester me about this, I will explain why. 

Those of you who have been around long enough, know that I played AChat for a while and left suddenly a little over a year ago.  The reason being, that a manipulative player, who as far as I can tell doesn’t have an account anymore, and seemed like a very nice person, talked me into sharing my email address with him, and chatting via video.  One night after a few glasses of wine on my part, I agreed to let him watch me masturbate on camera.  The next day I get an email from him with a link to a website where he posted the video he recorded without telling me.  Needless to say I felt humiliated!  Now I know I am partly to blame for this since I agreed to do it on camera.  But I doubt that anyone here will disagree that it was a horrible thing to do to someone.  Especially when he refused to remove the video from the website.  I can only thank God that my face is never seen in the video.  So I wrote him a very nasty email, put him on my ignore list and never spoke to him again.

But that’s not the end of the story.  About a month later, I start getting emails from guess who?  His wife.  Never once did he tell me he was married.  Yet his wife is now on a rampage. Trying to find out who I am, where I work, and what my phone number is.  Again, I don’t blame her for being that angry.  If I were in her place, I would no doubt, be just as furious.  But you can see what an awkward situation I was in.

So now there is a video of me masturbating on the internet (No, I will not tell you where you can see it).  And man’s wife who, no doubt, would still like to get even with me, even though I had no idea her husband was even married.  All because I agreed to share personal info and to chat via video.  So I closed that email account, and canceled my AChat account. 

I missed AChat, and my friends, but I didn’t want to go through that again.  So I made a promise to myself that this time I would not, under any circumstances, put myself through that again.  Yet some players are already trying to do just that.  I am sorry to have to be so unfriendly about this, but if anyone continues to ask me for this kind intrusion into my personal privacy after I tell you no, I will put you on my ignore list and I will not take you off. 

As previous players have, I would like to express my anger and sadness that another person has injured you in this manner. You are completely justified in setting up new restrictions to protect yourself, and I would never attempt to convince you otherwise.

However, I would add a supplemental thought for you to ponder over time. The fact that you are posting on here shows you are resilient and have recovered from the embarassment. However, I do have some empathy for the deeper injury to your trust. The unfeeling individual that did this to you robbed you and any of us that might have met you of your trust. In other circumstances, I have had someone close betray me, and I had to set up barriers to protect myself. It has taken years to modify them so that I remain vigilant, but do not wall others out.

I hope some day you can fashion a compromise where you feel safe, but can openly share some of the trust you lost with good people who demonstrate they respect you. :-*

[West69]

…………..So, for all those who hate me for bringing this up, Good Bye. I'm done here. Nothing here for me anyway, its not fun anymore. I wish you all well.

I am glad you have continued posting, despite the above, which is I assume was a passionate response on a bad day. From your subsequent posts you can see that nobody “hates” you for having a strong, but potentially narrow opinion on various issues. I won't detail the specific areas where you and I agree or disagree, Some of them are semantic nuance.

I will just say that I am glad that you continue to post, share your opinions, and help generate substantive discussion. More importantly, however you choose to treat your partners, have fun on here. It is truly a GAME, even though others may sometimes misinterpret it as a microcosm of RL. :

[West69]

Just lately , Ive noticed and heard rumblings about the discrepancies in the number of poses  available to the different orientations in this delightful game.  So I thought I'd check them out myself in the shop…

FF have 34 poses ; FS have 35 poses ; FM have 75 poses  F Group have 49 poses

SF have 35 poses ; SS have 17 poses ; SM have 30 poses ; S Group have 37 poses

MM have 17 poses ;  M group have 47 poses

Quite frankly, As an MF user, I am embarrassed that the minority groups have so few poses and yet pay the same subscription as myself.  I know, its a question of money and this is a business .. but  MF have over twice the amount of  anyone else and the S & M orientations lack of poses  is appauling.

In the last poll, my “bedtime” pose won, well I just feel it wouldnt be fair for us to have anymore poses at the moment … and I ask the Achat Gods to concentrate on the minority orientations…

I can work with the poses we have as I'm sure most of the MF can,  and I believe its time now to give the others a fair crack of the whip.  You can still make money from the clothes in the shop etc…

It will also encourage more of the minority groups to join the game and I'm sure as your poses come out, they will sell well in the groups concerned.

For me, I dont think I can buy any more MF poses until I feel there's a  fairer playing ground for all orientations.

Taking care and showing support for each other in this game is important too.  I hope you take notice of someone who plays regular on here. Thank you.

I congratulate you on your approach to offer research data, as well as your personal objectivity. Let me first offer he comment that it takes a tolerant and introspective person that is willing to investigate inequality, especially when it is outside their personal preferences. If society were amenable to your approach we might have less prejudice and moral outrage, but that is a discussion for another day.

Returning to your central point, assuming your math is valid, there is a clear imbalance in poses as an opportunity for enjoyment by certain groups. You have offered data to illustrate this. I assume by your surprise that you went into the project with a null hypothesis, and the goal of disproving it. At least you used a research methodology instead of the conjecture and emotional “raging against the night” that I usually see.

In my opinion, ACHAT owes you a considered and well-thought out response. NOT vague references to “economic viability” or “cost shifting of funds from hetero to LGBT poses”
Your effort deserves an answer containing financial data. A thorough cost analysis that helps the people that actually pay the bills (you and me) MAKE AN INTELLIGENT DECISION.

Again, I applaud you for your efforts. I happen to personally agree with you, but as a former business consultant for the SBA, I want to see some PROOF from ACHAT to support their assumption that continued inequality of pose orientations translates to good business. For example, I need to be convinced that a  simple modification of the “69' pose from MF to MM is cost prohibitive.

Successful businesses not only do marketing analyses, “focus groups”, etc, but they LISTEN to them and act upon the objective data.

[West69]

blue,
It's ok to get pleasure from this kind of act.  But a level of control should be maintained at all times. If I send a sub to ask people to come have sex with us, they will always be people I know and have spoken to in advance.  I would never send a sub out “blind” to make these kinds of requests.  For one thing it allows the sub to make choices for the Dominant.  Other Dominants may be ok with this, but I think it weakens the bond between the Dominant and the sub.  And really I think it's just plain rude to send one of my subs to someone I don't know to ask them to have sex with me.  I don't want to be treated that way, so I wouldn't have one of my subs do it either.

blue, I'll send you a PM about another issue.

–Miss Christy

Not only do I agree with your response, but an analogy to RL illustrates the approach as even more ludicrous. I would roar with hysterical laughter if someone in a nightclub strolled across the room to deliver the line, “My friend would like to sleep with you”.

[West69]

I'm not sure about posting on this, but here goes…

I have quite a few friends. I never went mad desperately friending anyone. I still make new friends and I hope everyone does.
I have made some friends on the same day I have first spoken to them, others only after meeting several times.
I have never deleted a friend and every time I log on I check them all out to see if they are on-line. If they are I message them, if they aren't and we haven't spoken for a long time, I message them to ask how they are and hope we see each other soon.
I have been deleted from 2 people's friend's lists, one was a good friend who is likely to read this and we both underestand how that came about. the other was someone who is now on my ignore list as he was trying to possess me 100% of the time, but he deleted me, not the other way around.
I too get many “cold” friend requests, but delete them all. I couldn't accept as a friend someone I didn't know even a little in much the same way as I don't respond to cold “room requests” except that sometrimes I will talk to them and tell them not to “cold” people.
I would be deeply hurt if someone deleted me from their friend list and would (did) message them immediately to ask why.

I have not been on the forum for some time due to vacation, etc. Therefore, let me thank everyone who has responded to my question. Your different styles and skills have helped me “fine-tune” a balance of resolve and diplomacy for what is a difficult issue for me. Hopefully. I can now be more constructive in my response without abandoning my core values. My personal approach remains close to the feelings described by Blue Denim.  

[West69]

Just a bit of a statement…

There are a lot of guys here who want to only treat a woman right, like she's a queen to us.

We HATE the abuse, mistreatment, the idea of Rough sex, and the idea of Anal.

None of that is even remotely a wonderful, sensual, romantic, and loving, part of the sexual experience.

It's not worth us creating a group, but at least, you women, please take note. Not all guys are the same, we dont all want to just fuck you, and we dont all want the loose connection of just plain sex. Some of us want more. We want to let you know you matter… and that you actually do mean something to us.

Wake up. Yes this is fantasy, but how many here want to act out your fantasy, regardless of how perverted it is? how many of you will?

Just some food for thought.

I agree completely with Lover. The key to a rewarding experience is that it is consensual between adults. Also “treating a woman right” or ANY partner right involves responding to their desires and needs, EVEN though they may be a little more adventuresome than mine (or yours) personally.

Since no one else has been specific about what they disagree with, allow me the following concerns with your post. These are offered as simply my opinion and observations, and with due respect to Bear's request to avoid “attacks”. While I agree 100% with your encouragement of “Romanticism” and sensitivity to personal dignity, the tone of your remarks undercuts your goal. For me, the tone dances dangerously close to moral condescension and censorship of others' behavior. The use of “woman” to the exclusion of male and shemale sets the stage for this. Labeling anal as an unacceptable orifice continues along this line of thinking.

Now before you misinterpret my remarks as an attack, please do not be offended. I respect your opinion as it applies to yourself and your partners. It is simply my perception from the tone of your post that you do not return this similar tolerance to others with behaviors divergent from yours.

Thank you for your contribution to the Forum.

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