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I've been webcaming with apparently clothed people. Also baking a lot. biscuits, dog treats, pizza, pot pie, cheeze bread. And cutting my own hair: A buzz cut with a razor from Newegg I figure will grow out by the time this is over. Not exactly a daily thing, but I have been telling people that if "Social distancing" sounds too wimpy, they should say " I've sworn an Oath of Isolation until this pestilence is purged from these sacred lands" in a Viking voice.

I''m entered in an underwater pumpkin carving contest this weekend.

If you mean those moments when, in a otherwise vanilla relationship, you grab her pony tale and things kinda escalate quickly into a near feral "Me Tarzan, you Jane" kinda thing, and you realize after, when you look at the teeth marks on sweaty skin, and wonder if you should apologize or not, then hell yeah! It's a moment when great passions are released and trust steps up a level.

Most vividly I remember a session in my mid 20's not long after a breakup. Mistress said some damn random thing or other and it reminded me of my ex, and all of a sudden I was done being strong. It felt lie putting down a big bag of heavy, pointy bricks that had been digging into my back. Yep, you're gonna pick it up later, but the break is nice, and you're going to leave a few of those bricks behind. Mistress was amazing with me processing all that.

You triggered a memory I haven't cherished in years, so thank you for that. ? To answer your question: Sort of. I arrived for my first meeting with a domme, but her dungeon had flooded so we took a cab to another dungeon. Once in the cab, she whispered instructions in my ear while she loosened my belt a notch and pulled my dress shirt out of my pants. When she opened my zipper with an audible ZIIIIIP that made the cabbie look up, she then made meet the cabbies eyes in the mirror as she pulled out my cock and balls. She spent the rest of the ride waving her hand out the window at imaginary acquaintances, while waving my dick in time using the other. I'm pretty sure the cabbie either never picked up on it or maybe didn't care. As we pulled up to the location, I remember being worried about the impossibility of tucking every aroused thing back in without making a spectacle of myself. Not a problem. Firmly "guided" out of the cab by my dick, I never got the chance to try, and wound up walking, arms folded, with everything still hanging out and perilously covered by my shirttail. I say perilously because, with a little hip tilt I could walk without any "imprint" showing through my shirttail. If I started softening even a bit, it would created a tentpole situation walking down the street in midtown manhattan. Fortunately, mistress was negotiating the scene by whispering the things she intended to do once we were inside. Once we got through the door, I felt victorious. Mistress gave a look to the dungeon's receptionist before lifting my shirttail and exposing me. I've always thought she looked impressed for just a second before giving me a "Not Impressed" look. The session that followed was intense.

Have fun whatever. You might want to try Indoor rock climbing https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/rock-climbing-nyc , bowling, or one of those eat and play restaurants like Dave and Busters.

I wasn't quite 18 and we hadn't "done it" with each other yet. Yes, cops with flashlights were a real risk, but believe me that danger doesn't even register on a teenaged boy with a hardon. This eclipsed the time a year earlier when another GF asked if she was getting fat and I said "It's just more of you to love" Experience comes with a long line of mistakes

When we were making out in the car and she asked "What do you think of girls that swallow?" I said "sounds disgusting, really." About 5 minutes later it dawned on me.

I make a lasagna you might enjoy, then.

Baby vegetables, mostly: carrots, corn, cucumbers. If I have a few days to brine/pickle everything, then a mild pepper or 2. Thinking about it now, those are all all pretty phallic choices. An unconcious desire to send a subliminal message, maybe.

Seared sesame and herb crusted Bluefin tuna with a soy/honey dipping sauce. Small roasted potatoes and veggies. A chocolate mousse for dessert

When am I NOT sending that message? I volunteer for both, you flirt, you!