Originally Posted by Plan9

Thank you, Jewels. I've experienced the same thing. It's so bipolar and I can't quite pin down the switch between the all-you-can-sweat thrustwich buffet and the "Eeeh... I remember you..." parts where you have to ease into it. I'm trying to predict how it'll go down when I get back and I honestly have no idea. I'm usually a let-her-figure-out-how-much-she-wants kinda guy, but sometimes I adopt the SAS motto of "Those who [thrust], win."

Best to be cautious. I don't think any woman wants a dirty, sunburnt, scrawny guy with a hobo beard feeling them up like a hungry cannibal.

Originally Posted by Hectonkhyres

I'm imagining crazed dwarves doing profoundly weird things. Urist McNutcase has developed a compulsion to jam anything colored blue up his anus, or alternately other peoples anuses