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I'm never going to see you again...

 

I'm a big fan of Kid Rock and one of the new songs off his new CD has those words in it...I kept thinking when listening to this song (Hot) that there's got to be a post in there somewhere....well, here it is :)

 

 

Have you ever met or seen someone, either in swinging or the vanilla world that you just wanted to Fuck? You didn't really care if you knew their name or anything about them or...didn't want to know their name or anything about them, you just wanted to fuck them.

 

I have :D I've seen people in swinging and in the vanilla world that I didn't care to know anything about them, I just wanted to fuck them and then never see them again. I was lucky enough one time to actually get to....I did get his name but, it was the only bit of English he spoke so, I definitely didn't know anything else about him...it was a wild night and carried a certain amount of freedom where the sex was concerned. There was no worry about if he was going to think I was weird or not because I didn't care...I knew I wasn't ever going to see him again.

 

So, how many of you have ever seen someone you just wanted to fuck like you were never going to see them again? And, did you get the chance to do so?

 

Teresa

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When we first started back in the early 70's, that was a fairly common thing, there seems to be a lot more bonding these days (sounds a lot like Lee posted this)

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TNT said:
So, how many of you have ever seen someone you just wanted to fuck like you were never going to see them again?

 

This is pretty much how most men view life in general. :rolleyes:

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I'm very familiar with this scenario, Teresa. In fact, I've experienced it a number of times years ago when I was single, AIDS had not yet reared it's ugly head, and most women over eighteen used birth control pills.

 

I was traveling in Europe alone on a motorcycle in the Seventies. If I wasn't lucky enough to give a ride to a young lady who was hitchhiking, I needed only to spend a night in a Youth Hostel. The bike was a chick magnet and I almost always had a volunteer for the pillion by breakfast. I carried an extra helmet for the purpose. Sometimes she rode for just one day and sometimes for a week or more. In any case, it was known by both of us to be a temporary friendship.

 

Once, in Southern Spain, I hooked up with a Canadian lady who was leaving the next day to return to Canada. We had our night of passion and I delivered her to the airport at Malaga the next day. Months later, I ran into her in Hyde Park in London so we were able to have a second "one time only" experience.

 

Thanks for the thread! It has rekindled some pleasant memories.

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BiloxiCouple said:
From a male's point of view the answer would be yes. At least 50% of the women that I see every day.:facelick:

 

Chicup said:
This is pretty much how most men view life in general. :rolleyes:

 

Really? And here I was giving men the benefit of a doubt that they were more than just a mindless mass of raging sex hormones :rolleyes: Shame on me :spank:

 

I suppose that answers the first part of my question for the men, but...what about the second part? Did you or have you ever gotten the chance to do so?

 

Teresa

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Alura said:
I'm very familiar with this scenario, Teresa. In fact, I've experienced it a number of times years ago when I was single, AIDS had not yet reared it's ugly head, and most women over eighteen used birth control pills.

 

I was traveling in Europe alone on a motorcycle in the Seventies. If I wasn't lucky enough to give a ride to a young lady who was hitchhiking, I needed only to spend a night in a Youth Hostel. The bike was a chick magnet and I almost always had a volunteer for the pillion by breakfast. I carried an extra helmet for the purpose. Sometimes she rode for just one day and sometimes for a week or more. In any case, it was known by both of us to be a temporary friendship.

 

Once, in Southern Spain, I hooked up with a Canadian lady who was leaving the next day to return to Canada. We had our night of passion and I delivered her to the airport at Malaga the next day. Months later, I ran into her in Hyde Park in London so we were able to have a second "one time only" experience.

 

Thanks for the thread! It has rekindled some pleasant memories.

 

Mr. Alura

 

You have the coolest stories :) Thanks for sharing :kissface:

 

Teresa

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TNT said:
Really? And here I was giving men the benefit of a doubt that they were more than just a mindless mass of raging sex hormones :rolleyes: Shame on me :spank:

 

I suppose that answers the first part of my question for the men, but...what about the second part? Did you or have you ever gotten the chance to do so?

 

Teresa

 

"I want to fuck you like I am never going to see you again." Every time I have sex with a woman. And some I am hoping so. That's for the 2nd part of the question.

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Teresa, yes, there are some out there like that. In my world, there are quite a few that I look at and say, "Yeah, I'd tap that" (guy-speak for "she looks like a nice girl"). Then, there is that one that comes along about every two days that makes you say, "Dayum! I really, really want that!"

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Hmmm.... maybe I'm a strange guy. Yes, I see attractive women every day. But no, I don't have that wham-bam-thankya'-ma'm mentality. I picked up a woman once, and only once, in a bar. She was great in bed, but her daughter was a nut case when she realized Mom had company. Run Away! Run Away!

 

No thanks, not worth the drama...

 

Now, at a swinger's club/party.... different situation entirely...

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two4youinswva said:
Then, there is that one that comes along about every two days that makes you say, "Dayum! I really, really want that!"

 

Those are the type I'm talking about.

 

Teresa

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Well yes but on that note OMG the things I would do to KID ROCK while that song played in the back ground would probably be illegal in most states!

 

Melody

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Really? And here I was giving men the benefit of a doubt that they were more than just a mindless mass of raging sex hormones :rolleyes: Shame on me :spank:

 

:guilty:

 

Certainly the vast majority of males beneath the age of 25 are exactly that. It takes time for men to come around to understanding that life is more than sex. :)

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:guilty:

 

Certainly the vast majority of males beneath the age of 25 are exactly that. It takes time for men to come around to understanding that life is more than sex. :)

 

Let me clue you in on the guys over 25....We may have understanding, but also know reality.:D And if given half a chance.:facelick:

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:guilty:

 

Certainly the vast majority of males beneath the age of 25 are exactly that. It takes time for men to come around to understanding that life is more than sex. :)

 

Understanding that life is more than sex, and wanting to nail that hot girl over there, are not mutually exclusive ;)

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Understanding that life is more than sex, and wanting to nail that hot girl over there, are not mutually exclusive ;)

 

Bravo, Chicup!!!

 

Mr. Alura

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bradandcarol65 said:
When we first started back in the early 70's, that was a fairly common thing, there seems to be a lot more bonding these days (sounds a lot like Lee posted this)

 

I've had a few of these occurrences, and a few more that once I did see them again I wished I hadn't as it took away from what had been a fun sexual experience, by adding their personality to the mix :(

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OK, I hesitated. But now I am going to tell. My first wife introduced me to someone at her high-school reunion. She was wearing a tight fitting, green-colored, split-front pull-over and had the most interesting pearl necklace with the pearl lodged provocatively in her décolletage. She smiled sweetly at me and the image that pushed every other thought out of my mind was, "I want to f**k her like she has never been f**ked before." This came automatically with the notion that I could do this and not have to deal with any resultant feelings as we would never see each other again. No, I did not actually do the deed. No regrets. First wife got the f**king of her life later that evening in the hotel room. What she did not know was that the auburn-hair, green pullover and pearl necklace were on my mind.

 

So there.

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Sounds like a classic stranger fantasy to me. Or, perhaps sometimes reality...

 

I've never gotten to do this. There's always been at least a little "getting to know you" time. Not against it, though :D

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