On one hand?
I can count the ladies on one hand.
My cherri was taken at a drive-in coz 3 sisters had a bet who could do me first. Then dumpt me acourse. I got over it, she was very tight ...and almost friendly
When on leave in Thailand in 1977, (Pattaya beach) one of our sailors came back telling how he was so drunk, he thought his girl had more than she was supposed to. We ribbed him hard... and now I wisht it had been me.
My Thai hotel room service escort volunteerd to stay with me at the temporary shore sick bay, where the ship had rented my room to take care of comatose drunk sailors. (Nobody came except a cut on a foot) I tipped the hotel lady for her efforts in bed, she was sweet, but not very tight.
So many times I wisht I had been more open when older ladies or guys had pinched my firm athletic behind in far away big cities. I still remember the smiles and that is what I wish I had stayed to savor. Sex is nice. Friendship is rarer. Now I want to find friends, and if we fuck, all the nicer. If not, hey friends is still friends. Although I do think of friends as food. (a wannabe gourmet cock lover)
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