Single Margert, 56

Single August, 52

Divorced Melba, 57

Never Married Robin, 40

Particularly when a hole falls into the category "near virginal", you don't just push your Angel Fire cock into it. In fact, even with well-trafficked holes (the six jobs with painted lines and speed limit signs) it never hurts to take your time and warm the orifice up before penetrating it. How? Fingers are helpful, but best of all is a good, rim job — which makes douching yourself until you are squeaky clean all the more important. True, if you're having anal sex, a little shit sometimes comes with the territory, but while a brown smear on a cock or a condom is really no big deal, but the taste of shit is a truly nasty experience. Fingers and tongue together is a recipe that's hard to beat, too. The idea is to gently stimulate the anus so that the sphincters relax on their own and you the bottom reach the point where you want to be penetrated so bad it hurts. Then the actual penetration won't hurt at all. Use plenty of lube and make sure it's something edible because when the two of you get truly depraved, the bf decide it's fun to fuck you, then rim you, then go back to fucking, over and over until your head is spinning because it feels so good. And remember, most men can relax their asses wide enough for an entire hand to be inserted if they have a real taste for anal penetration. So relaxing it wide enough for a penis, even a fat one, is no big deal in the larger scheme of things. Overly hasty attacks on your anus also be a sign that the bf is not very empathetic. In that case, a low dose of E might make all the difference in the world. I V-Day Moving through one holiday to another is just constant reminder of how lonely I am. I am at the point where I constantly wish I could go back to when I was married. I got divorced in. I know the trolls out here have a field day with this, but my wife was emotionally abusive. It took a time for me to really accept that I was in an "abusive" relationship, to even say the words, maybe just because I felt I would be judged or something because I am a guy. To be so typical and defend her, it really was a product of the violent household she grew up in but she was just plain cruel when there was a disagreement, so I would just back down. There was some physical aspects, usually the throwing of heavy/sharp objects, one time throwing a blender hard enough at me to shatter it on my ankle. I realized 3 years in I wasn't a husband, but a doormat, and I started slamming doors, screaming back, and realized I didn't like who I became, so I left. I hate that I did leave now, because as bad as it was, there was some there as well. It was a roller coaster ride from hell, but now I spend every day more miserable than the worst days. I know logiy that I don't her, I the idea of the best of her, but and loneliness don't really have a lot in common with logic anyway Nowadays being single on the dating scene seems even worse torture. At this point I almost despise myself for not trying more, doing something, ANYTHING but leaving. I know some people say just get busy, and I can much guarantee I am about as busy as they come. After my divorce, I went back to school, and finished my associates, bachelors, I am in grad school and going to law school this fall. I have a few hobbies too, can put on a "living large" front for most who don't really know me but the truth is it is all just a front, just a distraction because I am totally clueless about how to date again. I know some folks are reading this and asking why in the hell is this even up here? I posted this here because I read these stories about great women trying so hard to save a troubled relationship, and it makes me wonder what those guys have or did so right that I didn't That and well I didn't know where to post.Single Gemma, 55