Sport F#*ing...What's your definition?

Going to the all knowing Wikipedia we find: Sport is all forms of physical activity which, through casual or organised participation, aim to use, maintain or improve physical fitness and provide entertainment to participants. Sport may be competitive, where a winner or winners can be identified by objective means, and may require a degree of skill, especially at higher levels.

I leave it to each to evaluate their own performance. Personally I refuse to enter into competition either with the lady or especially other gents.
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I leave it to each to evaluate their own performance. Personally I refuse to enter into competition either with the lady or especially other gents. Originally Posted by Bull149
I could give a farthing about the capabilities of "skillz" of other guys, but it is a friendly both-sides-win game with the ladies. I remember one lady teasing me after we both came (for the second), time "I beat you!; I beat you!!" when she had reached the goal line about 10 seconds ahead of me. It is supposed to be fun, lots of fun; so there is no need to feel competitive.

I think too many people take this stuff too seriously.
  • jwood
  • 12-07-2011, 09:17 AM
Maria and I have been talking about this for awhile now. We have also acted it out from time to time with each other. Sweet N Little is also a Sport Fucker. When Sport Fuckin happens there are no losers only winners.
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I don't know if I can articulate an accurate definition but I know how to dress for it...


















Here is my definition of "sports fucking":

Sport fucking is primal, selfish, physical, mindless, instinctive and carnal fun. It happens when two people leave their problems, egos, inhibitions and facades behind in the mutual search for pure animal pleasure. It is a friendly but vital competition in which the primary goal is to reach a mind altering orgasm by driving your partner wild with pleasure. Originally Posted by awl4knot
I also like to equate sport fucking to being in that zone together where nothing else in the world even matters. You can break a chair, which has happened, or spill red wine on the carpet and you don't give a shit because you are both locked in to something primal. Your only focus is mutual pleasure regardless of how much time or energy it takes.
Sport fucking is that lustful, steamy, passionate, hard, make me scream session that leaves me sore and soaked.
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I also like to equate sport fucking to being in that zone together where nothing else in the world even matters. You can break a chair, which has happened, or spill red wine on the carpet and you don't give a shit because you are both locked in to something primal. Your only focus is mutual pleasure regardless of how much time or energy it takes. Originally Posted by clitlicker7
Boss, you clearly are an ace sport fucker, good for you. You also know how to write, which can be a very effective prelude to sporting events. Double good for you.

Sport fucking is that lustful, steamy, passionate, hard, make me scream session that leaves me sore and soaked. Originally Posted by DreamGirlRosy
Rosy, you also are an ace at sport fucking. A few years ago a lady and I had a long email courtship with lots of verbal foreplay and when we finally met, on a beautiful September afternoon, it was as if months of built up passion erupted during our three hours together. The next day I emailed her to thank her and I told her I had slept for 10 deep, blissful hours. Her reply was that she had slept for 12 hours and she was afraid to laugh because it hurt. Now that was a great sport fucking session.

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Rosy, you also are an ace at sport fucking. A few years ago a lady and I had a long email courtship with lots of verbal foreplay and when we finally met, on a beautiful September afternoon, it was as if months of built up passion erupted during our three hours together. The next day I emailed her to thank her and I told her I had slept for 10 deep, blissful hours. Her reply was that she had slept for 12 hours and she was afraid to laugh because it hurt. Now that was a great sport fucking session.

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Oh my, well you sir got my imagination cranking. In this industry, it's such a treat when you meet someone you really click with. I've been fortunate enough to have several clients who made me lay back and think "...I get PAID for this?!?!?". It's rare to coerce true inhibition from a gent, but when I finally attain it, it's magic! I have a sick habit of pouncing and pounding
Boss, you clearly are an ace sport fucker, good for you. You also know how to write, which can be a very effective prelude to sporting events. Double good for you.
Awl4knot Originally Posted by awl4knot
Thanks for the compliment bro. I'm fairly new to eccie and I think its great that I have a chance to communicate with a provider for a while before we meet. Writing well hopefully separates me from the rest of the pack.
It's rare to coerce true inhibition from a gent, but when I finally attain it, it's magic! I have a sick habit of pouncing and pounding [/QUOTE]

Rosy I know we've never met, but will you marry me?
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Oh my, well you sir got my imagination cranking.
Rosy,

Let me tell you more about that session. We were taking a break to let my friend recover from a series of orgasms produced through various means. She was lying in the middle of the bed, with an arm covering her face. She was simultaneously panting, softly mewing and giggling, apparently giddy from the experience. Her knees were drawn up and apart, exposing her sex which was still pulsing and glistening from her internal lubrication.

I went to the dressing table where we left the bottle of Champagne and filled a flute to wet my whistle and clear my palate. I was completely nude and still sported a wonderfully hard but chemically induced erection. As I sipped the Champagne I remembered that exactly one year earlier I was on an operating table undergoing a “procedure” that often robs men of their sexual potency. Here I was surrounded by the signs of my luck and the skill of my surgeon and I silently toasted him for his service. I am sure at that moment my friend would have also given thanks.

Each word is absolutely true.