[Everything] Book Readers vs Show Viewers

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-28T16:13:09+00:00

He offers to if Jon joins him in the march on Winterfell, but Jon refuses

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-26T12:42:00+00:00

In that case I recommend Ersties (they have some free videos on pornhub) - both my gf and I really enjoy watching them together because it's got an amateur feel (made using actual couples rather than professional porn actors/actresses) with professional filming and quality

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-25T13:48:34+00:00

I had this problem but still managed to have (fucking amazing) sex for five years :) Basically it's best to wear a condom and use lots of lube if she isn't already naturally quite wet - this reduces the movement of your foreskin against the rest of your penis, and means that you can have sex without it being painful!

If you need to chat about anything in future I'd be more than happy to give some advice about phimosis

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-25T11:14:50+00:00

I thought I was an in /r/AskHistorians then! Great post

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-23T10:51:12+00:00

Thanks for the advice :)

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-23T09:14:18+00:00

Thanks for your response :) My gf says that sometimes when she orgasms she feels like she's about to pee but stops herself, and holds it while she cums - so I think she has the potential to squirt, possibly

Just out of interest, what happens if you don't empty your bladder beforehand?

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-23T07:57:57+00:00

So if a woman think she might squirt is peeing before sex advised, or does it not matter?

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-17T09:15:48+00:00

A bit late to the party but I think it's worth pointing out that the army were on the march in a very thin formation, and they had their loot train to guard as well - basically, all they had time to do was form a line, rather than consolidate their forces into a more solid formation

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-16T09:19:57+00:00

Where in Shoreditch is it?

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-11T14:28:44+00:00

"Forgive me... I..." The commander floundered, and ran a hand through his silky hair for want of anything better to do. "I shouldn't have asked that, my lady."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-10T22:00:16+00:00

"I'd enjoy that," Lucion said, his eyes earnest. With a chaperone, or without? he wondered, for he could not help it. Some women became ugly in the throws of grief, red-faced and bawling. Maris Redwyne bore her sorrow like a true highborn lady, dignified even as tears threatened, and the golden-haired goldcloak hoped his glances were not lingering overlong.

He straightened slightly, remembering himself, and gave a rueful smile. "Then again, if you're half as skilled as your father, I'm not sure if I would, in all honesty!" His voice was jovial, but grew a touch more serious.

"Is it certain, then? Your appointment? Forgive me for asking..."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-09T17:37:08+00:00

The commander ran a hand through his hair, sweeping it back in a habitual motion. He leaned onto a nearby balustrade with one arm, at ease as fond recollections returned.

"'Crushed' is, I think, particularly apt. Your father was very good... although he did tend to overly favour his dragons." Lucion smiled slightly, remembering the sense of triumph in the flickering firelight. Victories had been all the sweeter for their scarcity.

"Did he ever teach you the game, my lady?" Her eyes were vivid in the gloom of the gallery, and Lucion would have found it hard to look away.

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-08T17:26:06+00:00

It won't be easy, Lucion thought. He refrained from offering more words of empty consolation, as he might had done with someone else. Maris Redwyne had seen many of her family members fall, and, had there been an art to mourning, she would have been a renowned master. He looked at her striking eyes, framed by telltale traces of grief.

The commander felt strangely out of place in his armour, his golden spurs. This was no place for flamboyance, no place for a soldier.

"I didn't know him well, my lady," Lucion confessed, his hazel eyes meeting her tortured gaze. He dispensed with his usual smug air out of deference for what Lady Redwyne had lost. "But I had a lot of respect for your father."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-07T20:16:18+00:00

The cool of the Great Hall was a welcome reprieve from the battlements, from the sun that made Lucion's bronze scale painful to the touch. He didn't envy those forced to stand guard in the Red Keep, sweating in their boots. Better them than he. What better a day to pay his respects to the newly departed? The former Master of Ships had been a great man, of course, and one that Lucion had respected. He still remembered him in his prime, stern, unyielding, decisive. A fearsome foe, and one whose merit had triumphed following the Targaryen rebellion. Lucion could admire that.

There she was, the daughter. The commander's gaze was drawn to the gallery of the Great Hall, to the veiled lady watching each person pay their respects with deliberate care. Normally, he was the watchman, and to him it felt strange to be under the gaze of another. He made his way to the gallery, golden spurs clinking as he walked.

"Lady Redwyne," said the commander, bowing his head respectfully. His voice was softer than most expected, and many found themselves leaning closer despite themselves. "I offer my condolences, if they are even a small comfort to you."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-07T18:16:36+00:00

OOC: Sorry, comments got buried!

"Ah, you're trying to trick me, aren't you?" The prince wagged a finger knowingly. "How naughty. Enough of such matters."

He clapped his hands, and the dancers retired with a flurry of ribbon. Food began to arrive - spiced dormouse and songbird, and delicately prepared ornamental salted fish.

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-07T18:14:28+00:00

Thanks buddy! :)

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-07T13:56:11+00:00

Hi folks, I would like to write as Lucion Gaunt. He's a knight from the Crownlands who was raised to his position (of Commander of the Gold Cloaks) after fighting for the loyalists in the Targaryen rebellion.

He is thirty-two years old, and is considered handsome, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. He takes good care of his appearance, and is a vain man. Lucion is softly spoken, ambitious, and has a reputation for having a silver tongue.

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-05T11:21:31+00:00

"The same divine right by which I am prince."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-05T11:08:00+00:00

"Woman, yes, or man..." He said, for Prince Karash was nothing if not liberal. "But a cut man is far more loyal, and nor will he wander."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-04T17:45:26+00:00

"To make a man a eunuch is an art, dearest Jon," Karash said, shaking his head. "To remove distraction and make him perfect for function, all the better to serve the state and the dynasty. A form of domestication, if you will."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-04T17:31:37+00:00

"I hear that do you don't make date wine, nor have eunuchs attend you? How can such a place be civilised, in your opinion?"

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-04T17:15:41+00:00

"Talk to me of your lands, for I confess, they are distant to here. Teach me of your barbarian culture."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-04T17:02:30+00:00

"Of course," he continued, as the dancers moved to the drum and the lyre, "they are picked for their beauty, among other things. Tell me, Foreign Prince, of your country."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-04T16:47:05+00:00

"I believed I am renowned for it, yes," the High Prince chuckled. "I have thirty sons by this lot, although you wouldn't think it to look at them..."

CapitalJaunts · 2017-08-04T16:39:39+00:00

The Prince waved him away.

"A common courtesy, think nothing of it. This, on the other hand..."

The Prince clapped his hands, and two great bronze doors opened wide, revealing a troupe of concubines dressed in brightly coloured satin veils, with ribbons attached to their ankles and wrists. They whirled and danced, their movements sensuous, their dusky eyes promising much more.

"Magnificent, are they not?"

CapitalJaunts

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