Looking at them was one form of thrill; purchasing them was another type of thrill; and then finally getting some alone time with your purchase, that was another type of thrill. That's the way it was for me, anyway.

It took me a few trips before I could whack up the ginger to even walk through the door. Mrs Banks worked a few steps away from the vendor, and I was afraid one of her bosses or coworkers would bollick out the office door after working late and see me about the place. "Hey, I saw your husband last night at the fuck book store."

Once I got in, I found the books were in clear plastic bags and stapled in rows to the walls. Black-and-white books went for $5 each; B&W with some color pictures were $7; all color books were $10 and up. No videos for sale as the VCR wasn't even in stores yet.

And the customer could only look at the front cover and the back, although flipping the mag up to look at the back meant you were looking at the back cover upside down. At that time, even $5 was a shit ton load of money to me. I would agonize over which book to get, trying to get the most I could for the money.

Once I was there looking for a mag and there was this guy just hanging around the back by a drink vending machine. He was wearing a blue uniform-type of garb. When I left, he followed me back to my car, walking 10, maybe 15 yards back. As I got to my car and opened the door, he called out to me, "How about a blow job?" or something like that.

I was young and very nervous about being there. I called back, "No, thanks."

He said, "I'll do all the sucking." I just got in the car quick as I was able and got out of there.

Some months later I changed jobs and that guy was a regular customer there at my new place of employment. I don't think he recognized me; he barely saw me, from behind and rather dim lighting. I never said anything to him about it. I met and got to know a little bit his brother, and found out from him that the guy who'd followed me was a married man, father, seemed to be a regular guy.

No thanks, not for me.

I never thought of myself as an addict at all. I'm simply one who is highly sexed, learning that fact upon my first dry orgasm about age 12.

I was in my forties and my mother walked into my house without knocking, me spread on the bed, laptop and cock out. She backed out, drove back home, and has never walked in without knocking again. But I've never given her the chance: I keep everything locked up tight now, stroking or no. She's never said anything about it to me, and I've never said anything about it to her.

If you mean it to be degrading and make a big production about it, you are degrading her.

If you don't mean it to be degrading but she makes a big production over it, it's degrading -- to her.

If she wants you to do it, if she likes you doing it, I don't see it as degrading at all.

It's not the same circumstances, but Mrs Banks used to hate giving oral and hated cum in her mouth. It was degrading to her, I think.

But one time she was sucking me and I told her, "Take my cum in your mouth and bring it to me in a kiss."

From that day forward, she loved cum in her mouth. "A lot for you, a little bit for me," she would say sometimes after she finished me. "Fuck my mouth," she used to say, her mouth full of cock.

What was once degrading had become arousing to her. Perhaps, then, it's all in the approach.

Pretty much I need/have to every day. I'll take anywhere from an hour to three.

I agree, it's overdone, and it never has been arousing to me. It makes me nauseous, to be honest.

Women are certainly peculiar, so what works for one will be for another the most hated object ever in the history of civilization. Mrs Banks, for example, liked a dildo but not a vibe. If I used a vibrator, she preferred it just be turned off.

But all that said, I would offer two considerations. One, don't go cheap. The more expensive ones are better made, better materials, better fit and finish. Get the best you can afford, not the least expensive or the cheapest because it is the least expensive or most cheap.

Secondly, do not get anything too big. This happened to me the first few times I bought a toy, getting something so big as to make her uncomfortable. I know, I understand, it looks so much hotter seeing her pussy split open and gripping that huge rod, but there is such a thing as too much.

Which of these situations have I NOT done?
1. JO while reading erotic stories: DO all the time
2. JO at nude pictures: DO all the damn time
3. JO at pictures of women in street clothes: Rarely but have DONE
4. JO at pictures of women in sexy outfits: DONE
5. JO watching TV shows: Not since I was a child but have DONE
6. JO to Porn: Duh. DONE
7. Jerking off with a teenage buddy: DONE
8. JO with a adult buddy: 1. HAVE NEVER DONE
9. JO with a woman: DONE
10. Being caught by your wife while JO: DONE
11. JO on pubic transportation: If airliners count, DONE
12. JO in a normal movie house: 2. NEVER DONE
12A. JO in a Porn movie house: DONE
13. JO in the back room of a sex stop: What is a sex stop?
14. Getting off on water jets in a pubic hot tub: DONE
15. JO in your wife silk panties: 3. NEVER DONE
16. JO in bed when your wife is sleeping next to you: DONE
17. Making a video of you JO: DONE
18. JO more than 3 times in one day: DONE
19. JO every day for a week: DONE
20. Not JO for a month: DONE. Reluctantly and regretfully.
21. JO with a cock ring: DONE
22. JO with toys: DONE
23. JO with a dildo in your ass: DONE
24. JO in the shower: DONE. Used to all the time. Don't have to anymore
25. JO in the shower with toys: DONE. Don't have to anymore, though.
That tallies to three of your 25-item list I have not yet done. How am I doing?

I always resolve to do them, but more often than not I'll forget to do them the next day and the next and the next and a week and a half later I think to myself, Oh, I forgot to do those damn kegels.
I've been meaning to try them and see what they do for me. Trouble is I have so many other niggling little tasks throughout the day every day that it just slips my memory.

Who really knows whether the woman he's fucking is really cumming? Women will lie about it. I know this one woman who told me that if her husband thought she was cumming that it would bring him off in seconds. Sometimes, she told me, when they were fucking but wasn't really in the mood for sex she could act like she was cumming and finish him off and get to sleep, a kind of "Let's just get this thing over with" kind of thing. Faking it for her was a regular thing, and it is for, I think, many women.

When Mrs Banks and I first married, she didn't cum from my penetration of her because she had a lot of hangups about sex being "wrong" or "dirty." As time went on, though, after I coaxed her to try cowgirl, she found she could cum like that. But she liked it very deep with hard thrusting. This led to me getting a blood clot deep and at the base of my cock. When I'd get hard, I'd develop a throbbing pain in my cock. It was torturous. I thought I had a tumor; a doctor said, no, though, to just stop her pressing so hard.

As time went on and our feelings deepened, she was able to cum on my cock from fucking missionary. But for a few times when I'd already aroused her, it was not a loud, screaming, squirting orgasm like in some Pornhub video. Instead they were deep and slow cums, her body breaking out in a sheen, her head and neck flushing. She could cum just from me cumming in her; feeling my warmth and pulse would bring her off.

In her fifties, she became quite dry and so we began doing much, much more oral on her. I could get her prepped in that way and fuck her to orgasm either by missionary or from behind. She did like that feeling of my ball sack slapping on her pussy from behind.

My preference is for coming in this life, not going into the next life, so I'm unable to help you. I'd never try that, me. I'm sure you're considering (aren't you?) and precautions you can so that you don't have any experience like David Carradine or Vaughn Bode.

Although I enjoyed immensely the assplay that Mrs Banks provided to me, I could take or leave performing anal on her. The first time was my initiation after a drunken anniversary date. Two times thereafter we did by her request. To me, though, the sensation of anal doesn't compare to pussyfucking. It's not as close fitting. The anal ring is snug, yes, but after getting past the clench there's not that snug enveloping of my cock in a pussy. Older now, I'm not certain there would be enough traction for me to finish and cum from assfucking.