Honestly, I think the most I've had in a single day is around five times—it was a fun and wild day!
Would love to know what you think about this
Would love to know what you think about this
"What is the most amount of times you've had sex in a single day?"
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My partner and I it's very normal for us to have sex 4 times a day.
When working, 10 clients a day is my cut off limit
When working, 10 clients a day is my cut off limit
And there we have it folks... fact checked ... Vaginas can indeed take a pounding.
Anna
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Well, that's a difficult question to answer, but normal twice is what my partner and I can manage in an Indian Joint family set-up—if you know what I mean!
And with no one around, I forgot to keep the count. But now that I know there's a fun question like this, will keep a track for sure
And with no one around, I forgot to keep the count. But now that I know there's a fun question like this, will keep a track for sure
For me it's not so much the amount of times but the duration. I love long sensual sessions.
@Mod7 the duration is also measured by how many girls I'm with.....1hr in foursome was all I could handle recently...still walking like John Wayne....
John Wayne loved being with other men though!!!
Never heard of that, cool story Phoebe....
Vader
Diamond Member
Well his real name was Marion….Never heard of that, cool story Phoebe....
Another childhood hero gone :-(
Loads back then were that way before it became "cool"
Vader
Diamond Member
Don’t worry mrys, the Duke wasn’t that way. Just born with a very old fashioned name.
And always the macho facade ones.
Vader
Diamond Member
At least none of the 80s action stars………
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Was just reading about that the other day, "John Wayne" was a screen name selected for Marion Robert Morrison in a meeting he didn't attend.
Also "Duke" was the name of his huge dog as a child and people would say "Big Duke is taking Little Duke for a walk", it just stuck.
If you got to a club in Germany where there is over 100 naked ladies walking around it's so easy to keep booking lady after lady esp if you can shower,eat, relax have a sauna/spa swim etc after each booking, and maybe catch an hour or so sleep it's so easy wake up grab a towel, shower, then go to buffet for another plate of food, a coffee, and go again..
Which ones would you recommend? I have to go to Tyrol later this year.
She Tried to Fill a Wine Glass With My Cum—And I Didn’t Know How to Feel About It
She wasn’t my girlfriend. That was clear from the start. She wanted to be. I didn’t. I liked the setup how it was—friends with benefits, no strings, nothing messy. She was younger, smart, doing postgrad stuff in something I couldn’t even pretend to understand. And sexy in this quietly confident way. We got along. We fucked. That was it.
But then there was this night.
I stayed over. Nothing out of the ordinary—just casual. I was lying in bed half-scrolling, half-ready to pass out when she walked into the room with a wine glass. One of those big round ones that’s designed to swirl reds and smell oak or whatever.
She stood at the edge of the bed and said, calmly, almost academically, “If you can fill this up, I’ll drink it.”
And before I could ask what the hell she meant, she dropped to her knees and took my dick in her mouth.
No warning. No buildup. No slow seduction.
Just that perfect kind of suck—no deep-throating or choking sounds, just steady pressure, warm tongue, focus. She knew what she was doing. And it worked. I came quickly. She caught it, pulled back, and spat it right into the glass.
That act alone had me hard again instantly.
She looked up at me, smirked—not in a smug way, just proud—and went again.
Second time. Same deal. She sucked me until I finished, spat it into the glass, and sat back on her heels like she was collecting data. It turned me on in a way I didn’t expect. There was something methodical about it. Almost obsessive.
We took a short break. She gave me water. Then she started again.
By the fifth round, I was moaning and sore. She knew I needed a rest but didn’t stop—not out of cruelty, but like she was committed to this weird, erotic mission. By the eighth time, I was barely dribbling. She was still catching everything and spitting it into the glass. I was starting to feel real pain. Not sharp—just that dull ache in your balls that tells you to call it a night.
But I still didn’t stop her.
I didn’t want to. I was turned on beyond logic.
I gave up at number twelve. Couldn’t do another. I passed out.
The next night, I stayed over again. She walked in holding the same wine glass—cool from the fridge. It hit me like a drug. My body was sore, my cock felt raw, but my brain didn’t care. Just the sight of it had me hard.
Same deal. She went to work again. Slower this time. I struggled more. She was patient. We only got to seven. I fell asleep before we could try for more.
Now here’s where it got strange.
On the third night, I went to grab something from the fridge. There it was. The same wine glass. About a third full. Covered in cling wrap like it was leftovers.
I stared at it.
My stomach turned.
I walked into the room and asked her to throw it out. My voice was sharper than I meant it to be. She was quiet, didn’t argue. Just nodded and took it out of the fridge.
And I’ve thought about that ever since.
Was I being a dick? Did I overreact?
It was hot. So hot. Until it wasn’t.
Something about seeing it stored like that—like an experiment, or worse, a souvenir—just killed the mood. It felt clinical. Or maybe too real. I don’t know.
So let me ask:
To the men reading—have you ever been with someone who went that far to turn you on? Would you want to? Would the fridge part ruin it for you too?
To the women—what do you make of this? Was I ungrateful? Or just caught off guard? What do you think she was trying to show me?
Because honestly… I still don’t know.
All I know is that I haven’t had anything like it since.
And part of me still wonders if I threw away something I didn’t fully understand
She wasn’t my girlfriend. That was clear from the start. She wanted to be. I didn’t. I liked the setup how it was—friends with benefits, no strings, nothing messy. She was younger, smart, doing postgrad stuff in something I couldn’t even pretend to understand. And sexy in this quietly confident way. We got along. We fucked. That was it.
But then there was this night.
I stayed over. Nothing out of the ordinary—just casual. I was lying in bed half-scrolling, half-ready to pass out when she walked into the room with a wine glass. One of those big round ones that’s designed to swirl reds and smell oak or whatever.
She stood at the edge of the bed and said, calmly, almost academically, “If you can fill this up, I’ll drink it.”
And before I could ask what the hell she meant, she dropped to her knees and took my dick in her mouth.
No warning. No buildup. No slow seduction.
Just that perfect kind of suck—no deep-throating or choking sounds, just steady pressure, warm tongue, focus. She knew what she was doing. And it worked. I came quickly. She caught it, pulled back, and spat it right into the glass.
That act alone had me hard again instantly.
She looked up at me, smirked—not in a smug way, just proud—and went again.
Second time. Same deal. She sucked me until I finished, spat it into the glass, and sat back on her heels like she was collecting data. It turned me on in a way I didn’t expect. There was something methodical about it. Almost obsessive.
We took a short break. She gave me water. Then she started again.
By the fifth round, I was moaning and sore. She knew I needed a rest but didn’t stop—not out of cruelty, but like she was committed to this weird, erotic mission. By the eighth time, I was barely dribbling. She was still catching everything and spitting it into the glass. I was starting to feel real pain. Not sharp—just that dull ache in your balls that tells you to call it a night.
But I still didn’t stop her.
I didn’t want to. I was turned on beyond logic.
I gave up at number twelve. Couldn’t do another. I passed out.
The next night, I stayed over again. She walked in holding the same wine glass—cool from the fridge. It hit me like a drug. My body was sore, my cock felt raw, but my brain didn’t care. Just the sight of it had me hard.
Same deal. She went to work again. Slower this time. I struggled more. She was patient. We only got to seven. I fell asleep before we could try for more.
Now here’s where it got strange.
On the third night, I went to grab something from the fridge. There it was. The same wine glass. About a third full. Covered in cling wrap like it was leftovers.
I stared at it.
My stomach turned.
I walked into the room and asked her to throw it out. My voice was sharper than I meant it to be. She was quiet, didn’t argue. Just nodded and took it out of the fridge.
And I’ve thought about that ever since.
Was I being a dick? Did I overreact?
It was hot. So hot. Until it wasn’t.
Something about seeing it stored like that—like an experiment, or worse, a souvenir—just killed the mood. It felt clinical. Or maybe too real. I don’t know.
So let me ask:
To the men reading—have you ever been with someone who went that far to turn you on? Would you want to? Would the fridge part ruin it for you too?
To the women—what do you make of this? Was I ungrateful? Or just caught off guard? What do you think she was trying to show me?
Because honestly… I still don’t know.
All I know is that I haven’t had anything like it since.
And part of me still wonders if I threw away something I didn’t fully understand
Thats Austria...
We took a short break. She gave me water. Then she started again. < --- Hmmmm did you offer her a drink ???
Did not trust herWe took a short break. She gave me water. Then she started again. < --- Hmmmm did you offer her a drink ???
Yes but I can go to Germany from Austria
Nah I'm not WB. Just led an interesting life sometimes. With boring bits in between. Started life as a Jackaroo on sheep and cattle stations and moved on from there. Still love the silence of a camp fire and a great sunset. I'm enjoying my journey and the people I meet along the way.@mrys you intrigue me....you appear to be an international man of mystery....
Some of those stations are the sizes of countries would of been a hard job, but interesting too.