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Betrifft allerdings auch alle Lebenslagen. Eigenverantwortung wird einem aberzogen. Immer mehr und mehr. Mit immer mehr Gesetzen guidelines tos usw. Und sobald irgendwas um die ecke kommt was nicht zu tode reguliert ist, ist das Individuum komplett ausgeliefert mit der Erwartung das es ja schon irgendwelche Sicherheitsnetze gibt die einen vor der eigenen Dummheit schützen. Früher hat man sich über Amerikaner lustig gemacht wegen Warnhinweisen das man seine Katze doch bitte nicht in der Microwelle trocknen solle. Heute ist es leider traurige Wahrheit das das auch bei uns nötig ist. Die Erwartung ist schon einfach da das wenn man es nicht machen sollte es auch nicht funktioniert. Sprich der Gedanke oder das selbständige denken wird abgeschafft. Der geht maximal noch bis zu Haustür und nicht weiter. "Wenn man Katzen nicht in der Mikrowelle trocken soll warum passt sie den da rein?" Und an der Stelle sehe ich das auch sehr Darwinistisch. Solche Gene sollten sich nicht verbreiten. Das würde auch das Bevölkerungsproblem Lösen. Und alles was damit zusammenhängt. Wohnungsmangel. Umweltverschmutzung stau. Nebenbei würde Bürokratie abgeschafft werden und vieles mehr. Es wäre ein absoluter Gewinn für die Menschheit Sicherheit zu deregulieren für die wir selbst verantwortlich sind. Und Optionen zu schaffen sich selbst in Gefahr zu bringen. Und wenn dann der Familienvater mit 250 Rauchend im Auto nen Unfall baut inklusive seiner 3 kinder alle nicht angeschnallt. Weils kein Gesetz verbietet. Dann ist das ein guter deal wenn alle dabei drauf gehen. Vater wohl nicht der helste stern. Mutter genauso wenig immerhin hat sie den nicht so hellen zum vater ihrer Kinder gemacht. Und die Kinder naja bei den Voraussetzungen das da was von wert verloren geht..... Eher unwahrscheinlich. Netto ein Gewinn für die Menschheit. Klar kanns unglücklich laufen und die schaffen es in die nächste Generation... Aber da beginnt das Spiel von neuen. Und vielleicht gibts da auch nen Trend irgendwo von Übermenschlich guten Autofahrern. Was auch wol als sieg zu werten ist. Wie man es dreht es hätte nur positives. Auch wenn es sich erstmal hart anhört.

Ich wusste bis gerade eben nicht einmal, das man so, sofort auf einem Profil auftaucht, aber finde diese Information schonmal hilfreich, dass es so anscheinend ist. Es gibt hier bestimmt einige Personen, die jeden Profilbesuch als Einladung sehen und glauben, das Interesse besteht und schreiben, was das Zeug hält, weil sie Chancen schnuppern. Ich selber schaue zwar auch gerne mal nach, wenn sich jemand verirrt hat und lese mir das Profil durch, falls es überhaupt Worte gibt und nicht nur Bilder. Aber schreibe deswegen trotzdem niemanden an oder mache mir Hoffnungen. Bin aber auch relativ neu. Vielleicht wird diese Unterhaltung dazu führen, dass es sich ändert, aber ich glaube eher, dass es so gewollt ist, damit Menschen Chancen schnuppern und ihr Interesse nicht verlieren, weil sonst niemals etwas auf ihren Profilen geschehen würde.

Hast du dir die Swipefunktion angesehen? Das würde vermutlich helfen, die Userin nachvollziehen zu können und zu erfassen, worum es geht.

Das mit der *Keule* werde ich mir aber abschauen... Wird lustig die Tage im forum denn jeder keult hier rum aber wehe das machen andere das darf man ja nur selber 😏

Naja gut wenn man wirklich nur Sex will, sollte man natürlich nicht so tun als ob man eine Partnerschaft möchte. Aber für nur Sex muss man halt entsprechend im Bereich "nur Sex" mehr bieten oder irgendwie interessant wirken. In einer Partnerschaft gut, da spielen so viele Faktoren eine Rolle, dass am Ende keiner davon perfekt erfüllt sein muss, sondern muss einfach im Großen und Ganzen passen und stimmig sein. Aber für nur Sex? Das muss schon echt eine heiße Nummer versprechen zu sein.

Wenn man ein Mann ist, der nicht eine Partnerin braucht, sondern super allein klar kommt (was bei Männern augenscheinlich selten vorkommt) dann ist das bei Männern ganz genau so. Ich brauche auch eine Partnerin, die mein Leben noch schöner macht. Wenn das nicht der Fall ist, ist sie uninteressant.

Hallo zusammen. Also schöne Bilder haben ja immer etwas aufregendes und so schaut man halt das eine oder andere Profil an. Wenn man danach kontaktiert wird empfinde ich das nicht als störend. Du kannst ja erklären dass du nur auf der Durchreise bist.

Wenn er keinen Mehrwert bietet, dann hast du vollkommen Recht.

Also, ich bin auch ein dicker/schwerer Mann und habe absolut keine Probleme hier in Kontakt zu kommen. Mit tollen, wahnsinnig attraktiven Frauen. Einige kenne ich mittlerweile persönlich und ja, mit der einen oder anderen hatte/habe ich auch Sex und Sessions. Es scheint also nicht am Gewicht und der Figur zu liegen. Es liegt an der Attitude. Sei selbstbewusst und lerne, dich so zu akzeptieren, wie du bist. Sei dir deiner Stärken bewusst und lass andere teilhaben. Du wirst dich wundern, wie gut das ankommt. Ganz viel Glück dabei!

Hat im normalfall nix mit dem Gewicht zu tun, sondern der Persönlichkeit. Sehr viele Männer und Frauen (und alles dazwischen) stehen auf Teddys. Aber wenn unter dem weichem Cover ein Ars steckt, dann will man sich das halt auch nicht antun...... Ist genau, wie MANCHE kleine hetero cis Männer rumjammern, dass Frauen sie nicht wollen, weil sie so klein sind. Dabei ist es nicht die größe, sondern das Gejammer, das abschreckt.

Da schließe ich mich an. Es sind wirklich viele Accounts hier, die nicht interessiert sind.

Ich denke, dass wir es uns oft leicht machen und eine vermeintliche Unsicherheit/Unzufriedenheit herhalten muss, um eine Begründung für das Ausbleiben des „Erfolges“ zu sein. Bis ein anderer „dicker“ oder gar „fetter“ Mensch daherkommt und durchaus sowohl Sex als auch Partner:in hat. Natürlich ist es nur eine Annahme, aber ich kann mir bei deinem Status an Körperfülle nicht wirklich vorstellen, dass die genannten Aussagen tatsächlich so oft getätigt werden. Dein Umgang damit sagt jedoch mehr über dich als über die anderen aus. Woher nimmst du den Vergleich, dass du mobiler bist? Warum stellst du dich damit direkt über einen anderen Menschen? Warum möchtest du etwas beweisen? Auch hier geht es dir ja nicht wirklich darum, mit einem Menschen in Beziehung zu gehen und setzt auch hier Sex mit etwas gleich, was nicht wirklich attraktiv sein mag. Sex dient nicht dazu, dass du irgendwem oder deinem Ego etwas weisen musst. Sex ist keine Performance, auch wenn es oft zu einer gemacht/gehalten wird. Es geht durchaus darum, einander zu „bewegen“, aber eben nicht zwangsläufig auf die von dir forcierte Art. Es ist nicht verwerflich, einfach nur random Sex und Bedürfnisbefriedigung zu suchen. Aber dann doch gern an den dafür zur Verfügung stehenden Stellen und nicht bei Menschen, an denen du eh kein Interesse hast.

Nachdem ich deine Fotos gesehen habe, kann ich dir garantieren, dass du nicht zu "fett" bist. Frauen gehen weder auf das Gewicht noch auf Klamotten, sondern meist rein auf den Charakter!

Uff also wo fange ich an. Grundsätzlich sage ich als erstes. Du bist ein Mann. Daher hat man es im allgemeinen schon schwer. Frauen werden von „Auswahl“ erdrückt sprichwörtlich. Als Nächstes würde ich mir tatsächlich mal dein Profiltext und Fantasien vornehmen. Du lässt viel von dir Blicken, auch eher in eine Sub Seite. Also brauchst du sowieso eine Frau die eher auf ein Mann steht der auf der selbe Stufe steht. (Denke ich persönlich,kann total falsch liegen) Mit den Kommentaren die du bekommst ist es natürlich übel. Aber man muss sagen, kümmere dich um dein auftreten, anständige Fotos, Pflege heißt nicht nur geduscht sondern auch Körperform, Kleidung und Stil. Jeder kann etwas machen. Du musst ja nicht zwingend fiti und abnehmen usw. Wenn du dich wohl fühlst geht es ja auch so. Aber wenn du das durchziehst. Dann werden sich sicher vor dir auch andere Welten auftun. Einfach testen. Hast noch Jahre vor dir 👌🏼 also aufstehen weiter gehen.

Autos werden auch oft verschenkt...die Frage ist... vollgetankt,?

Weil Fetisch an Lösungen kein Interesse hat! Es geht ausschließlich um die Illusion, dass etwas passieren könnte. Das Spiel mit der Hoffnung!

Oh ja, unzählige Male ist sicher übertrieben, passiert aber regelmäßig. Angst vor der eigenen Courage, Animierprofile, what ever. Muss man hier hinnehmen! Oder gehen.

Ich frage mich, da man es ja immer wieder hört, ob das dann solche Profile sind die von *falschen* Geschlecht eingestellt werden (frau Profil mit mann dahinter und umgedreht) und die so der bloßstellung/Aufdeckung entgehen wollen.... 🤔

Ohne Ja... Ich habe mit jemandem 5 Monaten lang geschrieben und dann weg ohne nichts zu sagen

Ich war Ostern wieder mit meinen Flatterkleidern unterwegs, nach vielen windarmen Monaten endlich mal wieder Sturm! Hier nun Teil 8 der (echten) Erlebnisse von Susan Hampshire (Part 1 und 2): Severe Gales With Gusts In Excess Of 65mph, Part I At last the weather forecast I had been looking forward to for so long, and finally a chance to wear my new silk dress in some really strong, storm force winds. A couple of weeks ago I listened with fingers crossed to the weather forecast warning of gale force winds in excess of 65 mph on the coast and exposed areas. I called my husband and told him of the gales forecast for the following day and night so we could plan where we would go to experience the high winds. There was no need to plan what dress I would wear. I would be wearing my new silver and black, silk, mid calf length dress with the fullest skirt I've ever had, with yards and yards of pleated silk. The plan was for me to drive to meet him by the coast early evening when the winds were forecast to be at their strongest. Slipping into my new dress felt so good and the thought of it being blown wildly set my heart racing. My long silky blonde hair was freshly washed and dried and felt so good falling around my shoulders and back. I selected a couple of large silk head scarves as well to enjoy. I listened to the wind howling outside and watched the trees bending in the gale while I got dressed. I called my husband and told him I was on my way. He had just arrived there and told me that the winds by the sea were incredibly strong and he'd already seen a couple of people already fighting against the wind. I left the house and headed to my car. The wind was blowing hard but not anywhere near as strong as it was going to get. I gathered up my dress as I didn't want it blowing too much too soon. I got in the car and headed for the coast through the narrow country lanes. As I drove I could hear and feel the wind blowing harder and harder, sometimes making it difficult to drive in a straight line. I'd only driven a couple of miles when I had to stop as a tree had blown over and blocked the road. As I looked to see if there was any way around the wind started to howl and rock my car. The wind was blowing from behind and at such a force I just had to just get out of the car to quickly experience the strength of the wind. I grabbed one of my silk headscarves and tied it on tightly not wanting my hair blown about just yet. I went to open the door and it was all I could do to stop it blowing out of my grip. I stepped out into what was probably around a 50 mph wind. I stood, just,with my back to the wind. The front of the dress was sent flying up in front of me with such force, the back of the dress blasted against the backs of my legs. My silk head scarf was flapping to the side. The sound of my dress and scarf flapping was so loud. I turned around, holding onto my scarf under my chin to try and keep it on. As I turned my dress was blown back hard against my chest smothering my body and arms, the skirt at the back now being forced up and over the car whipping and flapping so hard. I started walking into the wind, my scarf slowly being forced further and further off my head. I held on to it as hard as I could but knew it was only a matter of time before I lost the battle, and my scarf. I began to try and push the front of the skirt down around my legs, enjoying the fight. I managed to pull it down to around my knees when the wind increased suddenly. I was held there unable to move forward. The wind forcing the front of my dress so hard against and between my legs and pulling really hard at the back. The wind blew my headscarf off releasing my hair into the wind sending it flying back. I had to get back to the car, so I turned and headed back.My hair now blown forward, whipping around my face, blinding me. My dress was now blowing against my back and flying out in front of me. I could feel it and hear it but couldn't see it because my hair blowing so hard. The wind now blowing at it's strongest so far and I half staggered and was half blown towards my car. Then a gust so strong just blew me past my car and towards the tree. I had no grip in my high heeled shoes and so, as hard as I, could not stop myself from being blown towards the tree. I faught with my hair to see where I was going but all I could see was this mass of pleated silk being blown ahead of me flapping so hard I thought it would tear. There was nothing I could do now, the wind was just so strong and I was blown into the tree. The wind dropped slightly, just enough for me to stand upright. I turned to try and take this opportunity to head back to the safety of my car and get to the coast to meet my husband. It was then that I could see that the skirt had got really tangled in the branches. I tried to release it but the skirt was so full and the wind so strong that it was so difficult to release it and I was afraid that the skirt could tear as I tried to pull it free. As I released part of the skirt more would get caught up. It was then that I saw the headlights of a car coming towards me. I must confess by this time I was relieved as I really needed some help with my dress. The driver dipped their lights and I saw a woman get out. She could clearly see the predicament I was in and began to walk towards me. She was wearing a very sensible short but tight skirt and jumper. She did have quite long hair that she held in a ponytail over her shoulder, keeping from blowing forward. I shouted out to her to please help me with my dress. The wind was picking up again sending my hair flying back even harder and blasting the dress against me. The skirt was forced up to the tops of my thighs and becoming even more entangled in the branches. The woman got to me and asked if I was hurt. I told her no, but I needed help with my skirt. She began to help, having to let go of hair, needing both hand to grab the billowing skirt. Slowing between us we finally managed to pull the skirt free. I was hoping so much that it hadn't been torn. She pulled down the skirt so it was now blowing against my legs and put an arm around me as we headed back into the wind towards our cars. She put her hand to the back of her head trying to stop her hair from blowing so hard. I just held onto her with one arm and grabbed a handful of my skirt with the other. We got back to my car and she helped me back in. As I went to get in the wind blasted my skirt right up again, and my hair all over my face again. She let go of her hair again as she reached around me to try and pull the skirt back down. I pretty much fell into the car and she gathered up the skirt as best she could and I pulled it into the car. She checked again that I was ok and I thanked her so much for her help. She asked me what had happened. I thought quickly and explained that I thought I'd run something over and got out of the car to check, but the wind had blown so hard that I lost my balance and was blown into the tree. I thanked her again and I watched as she headed back to her car, fighting against the wind. As she got to her car and turned to get in I saw her hair whipped forward. She turned her car around and so did I to head to the coast. The experience had not put me off. On the contrary I couldn't wait to get there and meet up with my husband. Before I set off I called him to explain why I was late. He told me that it was way too windy and dangerous on the coast. He'd seen and helped 3 women already who had been blown over by the force of the wind. This made me even more determined to get there. If anyone was going to be blown over and helped by my husband it was going to be me I told him I would see him shortly. I checked my dress as best I could and was disappointed to see the skirt had been torn in a few places, but it could have been wors.I headed for the coast and will write about that in part II. To give you an idea of how strong the winds were, I thought at one point my dress was going to be torn by the force of the wind, and even my husband couldn't hold down the skirt at one point. susanhampshire, 7. Dezember 2012 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Severe Gales, Part II I arrived down by the sea to meet my husband and parked next to is his. The wind here was definitely stronger than where I was. The gusts were rocking my car. My husband got out of his car and fought his way to mine. His trousers and shirt were flapping wildly. He got into the car and we hugged. I told him briefly about what had happened on the way. He was so pleased that was ok but concerned I'd been out in such a strong wind by myself. Then the sound of a huge gust of wind ended the conversation as it was time to get blown away. I had parked he car with the wind blowing from behind. I opened the door and it just blew out of my hand. I stepped out before my husband could get around to my side of the car. I was so keen to go out into the wind again. As soon as I got out my dress was whipped up at the front as before, but even harder. My hair was blown forwards and up, twisting and whipping all around. I turned to face the wind. It was a repeat of earlier but a whole lot windier. My husband came to my side and put his arm around me and we headed into the wind. My dress was blown so hard against my legs that when I looked down to watch, the pleats in the skirt were blown open and disappeared. The silk being stretched by the force of the wind as it blew between my legs. The wind dropped a little for a while. I love walking around in the wind experiencing my clothes and hair being blown in different directions, so we strolled around waiting for the next big gust. We were walking with the wind to our backs when it hit. My hair was already blowing forward, my dress flying out at the front. We were both blown forward. My dress just went wild. I asked my husband to hold back my hair so I could see my dress blowing. He pulled my hair back as best he could and I just played with my dress in the wind. I wanted it blown right up over my head now. I wanted the pleated silk to blow into my face and body. I told my husband and we headed to an area where the wind would hit the wall and be deflected upwards. Within seconds my dress was forced up all around me. I fought with the skirt, pushing and tugging at it to hold it down. At this point I still had some control over the skirt, but then an incredible gust took complete control of the skirt. I shouted to my husband to film me. I wanted to see this later. My dress was up over my head. The sound of the flapping silk was so loud. The silk was blowing all around, being whipped in all directions now as well as upwards. I was finding it difficult to breath with the silk in my face. I must admit that I panicked for a moment and started beating at the skirt to try and bring it under some sort of control. I managed briefly to push it away below my head and shouted to my husband to help me pull my dress down. The wind gusted again and again, stronger each time. I thought my dress was going to blow off. It took all of my husbands strength to pull down the skirt and drag me away from the wall. The force of the wind dropped again and we were able to bring my dress under control once again. We headed back to my car. My husband believing that I had had enough. When we got in I told him that I wanted to go back out there again. I couldn't afford to miss this opportunity. We may not see winds like this for ages. I decided then to change out of my dress. It was time for a skirt, top and silk scarves. I wanted to experience everything that evening. I reached onto the back seat and grabbed a bag containing the clothes I wanted. Firstly, a below the knee length, white pleated, satin skirt, a red silk blouse, a long silk scarf and a large silk headscarf. I quickly changed and tied the long silk scarf around my throat and my headscarf over my head. I was ready once again to go back out into the stormy wind. I held onto my headscarf as tight as possible not wanting to lose it just yet. We walked headfirst into the wind. My skirt and blouse pressed hard against me. The scarf around my throat flying out behind.My headscarf barely staying on. We turned sideways and then away from the wind. My husband stood in front of me. My skirt blowing against him, my blouse billowing out madly. I hadn't tucked into my skirt on purpose so it would blow even more. My scarves were blowing and flapping in the wind. The headscarf flapping against the side of my face. I told my husband to slowly loosen my scarf. He put his hand between the scarf and my face and as the wind blew harder slowing pulled my scarf off. The wind caught it and blew it off completely releasing my hair into the increasing wind. He bend down so my hair would blow into his face. He loves this and so do I. We kissed, both of us ending up with a mouthful of my silky hair, but we didn't mind. I wanted my skirt to blow up so we headed back to the wall where my dress had tried to suffocate me earlier. My skirt was shorter than my dress so it would not get blown over my head, or so I thought. I stood with my skirt flying up, my husband ready to film me again. The wind increased and blew my skirt inside out. The wind blew harder and harder. It must have been close to 60 mph. I felt my skirt blowing higher and higher. My skirt had an elasticated waistband and the strength of the wind was forcing the skirt further up my body until the waistband was up around my breasts. The skirt was now right over my head and flapping so loudly. My husband again came to my rescue and pulled my skirt back down around my waist. My silk blouse was up around my face, my long scarf flying up, mixing with my hair as it was blown vertically. Once again we headed back to the car. I must admit that by now I was exhausted, and although I was having such a wonderful time I was ready to go home. As we walked, what was probably one of the strongest gusts yet, hit us full on. We were stopped in our tracks unable to move forward. My husband held on to me and began to pull me towards a lamppost to hold on to. This was a seriously strong wind and was on a mission to literally blow me away. I held on as tight as I could. My skirt and blouse felt as if they could tear at any moment. My hair was blowing back so hard it felt like someone had hold of it and was pulling it as hard as they could. The silk scarf around my throat was straggling me. I had to take it off. I reached up and pulled it off. There was no sign of the wind decreasing. If anything it was getting stronger. Suddenly ahead we saw two teenage girls being blown towards us, totally at the mercy of the wind. They both had long hair that was being blown violently forward. One wore a short, tight skirt, the other a longer calf length, fuller skirt. I shouted to my husband to try and help them. He wanted to stay with me but I insisted he help them. The girls has become separated. The girl with the short skirt ahead of the other. My husband managed to catch the first girl and helped her to another lamppost to hold on to. The other girl was being blown towards me. She managed to clear some of her hair from her face and saw me reaching out to her. Her skirt was wrapped around her legs making it so difficult to keep her balance. She managed to battle her way towards me. She was level with me now and the wind blowing her sideways. Her hair was just smothering her face. Her skirt flapping so hard across her legs. She shook her head to try and get the hair out of her face. She reached out to me and me to her. She nearly managed to grab my hand but was blown further away and past me. I grabbed my scarf from my other hand and held it out for her to grasp. Somehow she managed to grab it and slowly managed to pull herself towards me. I was gripping on to the lamppost with one arm desperately trying to hold on. Then suddenly she lost her gip and footing and was blown backwards. My husband got there in just time and managed to hold onto her. Finally the wind dropped enough for us to be able to stand. We reunited the two girls who hugged my husband and thanked him for his help. I was so proud of him. We headed back to the cars and made our way home, exhausted. I grabbed my dress from the back seat of the car and headed towards the house. My husband just driving in behind me. I was so tired. The wind was still bowing hard. Suddenly from nowhere a tremendous gust hit me and tore my dress from my hand and blew it up and into a tree. It caught there flapping like crazy. I though to myself that my dress started out in a tree and ended up in one. My husband had seen what had happened but there was nothing we could do until the morning. We went inside and I went to bed without even changing. I fell asleep to the sound of the wind still howling outside. I woke in the morning and looked out of the window to see if the dress was still there. It had gone, unsurprisingly. My husband was in the kitchen. On the table was my dress. He'd managed to climb up and get it. I picked it up to look at it but it was ruined. The bodice had torn, one of the straps has come away and skirt was torn in a number of places. Even the hem had afraid where it had been flapping for so long and so hard in the night. I smiled at my husband and said I'd just have to buy a new one as I loved that dress so much. He looked at me and said he already had and it would be delivered in a couple of days. I just love my husband to bits. susanhampshire, 9. Dezember 2012

Gebunden, charakterschwach und von schlechtem Benehmen ☝🏼

Eine gekaufte Peitsche? Ich könnte mir vorstellen das die Domins so etwas schon in ihrem Studio hat. So etwas hat für mich nur Sinn, wenn die individuell selbst geflechtet wurde. Damit sie so eine noch nicht hat.

Ich zwinge meine männlichen Sklaven zu einen ultrakurzen maschinenschnitt oder Glatze oder ale 3 Monate auf meinen Friseurstuhl, um einen Strafschnitt verpasst zu bekommen.

An besten fragst du die Dame selbst. Ich persönlich würde mir die Mühe betreiben. Und ihr auf sie zugeschnittenes Gedicht schreiben. Oder schenke ihr von Herzen. Ein paar hübsche Kerzen. Auch mit der Gefahr , sie könnte sie gleich Testen. Und das heisse Wachs auf deiner Haut ein zu setzten.

Schatz was gibt's zu essen? Nix Aber das gabs schon gestern. Ja habs noch mal aufgewärmt, war noch zu viel übrig.