Guys, have you ever noticed that the three hours preceding a three-hour session pass much more slowly than the session itself? Easy to write it off with, Time sure flys when you're having fun, but Crininey! Surely there must be some way to prolong the feeling of the session time without buying more hours.
I've asked myself how this could be accomplished, and tried a few simple experiments, and a few rather complex ones-- some legal, some not-- and so far I've not really succeeded to any braggible degree.
Some puzzles-- like riddles, conundrums, who done its, and logic problems one can proceed with the assumption that there IS an answer and it's just a matter of figuring it out. Other problems have no answer and it's foolish to try to find one.
This little puzzle seems to me to be right on the cusp, and could fall either way.
If anyone has a hypothesis of what might slow down the passing of session time, please share it. Toward this end, I'm ready to try anything.
Why spend 3 hours with anyone?
Now, if I can figure out something better...
but I can't say that I'd like to employ any of them:
Here are a few:
1. Have her play the Doodletown Pipers over and over.
2. Invite her parents over to watch.
3. Have a large vicious dog present who growls whenever you go near her.
I think you're getting the gist.
The fact of the matter is, time is relative. It goes so slowly for those who wait; it goes so quickly for those who love.
This is an inextricable condition of being human.
or like mine if you don't 
On another puzzle, one raised the other day by Lila Aubrey. She called it the BWE (Bitchy Wife Experience) and wondered why some men went down that road. It never occurred to me that they might just be trying to stretch out the passing of time. I just assumed they were nuts.
How true. Ragweed will have ya sneezing between strokes...
Did you know that sneezing is the only other bodily function that employs the same physical mechanism as orgasm?
but fill my nose today, and my dick won't be rising again until tomorrow. Why do you think I gave that shit up? Back in my twenties, I loved doing an 8 ball and fucking all night. Ahh, the good old days. lol
The blow and all the fukkin. Lol
didn't we all?
My std post on the newbie question will say that:
Chick gave me an std, and I still went back... To get another one.
Stupid.
Drugs too.
Marriage.
What else?
THIS here actually makes sense.
Lol
You might have fked... I would have talked bwaahahahaa. I was 'that girl.' I would do all their shit, and then kick them out when it was gone... no one ever got laid lol.
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I can just see you hose nose, babbling your brains out, until the shit ran out, with you tossing them to the curb unless they went out and got some more, That is so YOU!!! lmao
The thing is, in my "ripe old age" talking, that's all I am capable of doing when my nose is full, and don't even thing about letting me near a pipe, I wouldn't even have to hit it, I bet you my dick would quit working just from walking by a base pipe. lmao
I can't believe some of the stuff my friends and I put in our bodies. A so-called friend gave me a birthday gift of rosewood seeds (I think that's what they were). Supposed to be a hallucinogenic. Felt nauseous for the first half hour, then it was like LSD. It was only afterward he told me the active ingredient was arsenic.
Same so-called friend sold us some "chocolate mescaline". It was just mescaline he cut about 100:1 with chocolate cake mix. We snorted so many lines my best friend got pneumonia, which prompted me to beat up our so-called friend.
Benzedrine. Great stuff. I did some, and my buddy's girlfriend gave me a neck rub. I had an orgasm just from a neck rub.
Pot has to be the best all-around drug for sex.
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Once available in most flower shops and popular in Autumn Umbra arrangements. Then when the world outside "got wise" (as if THAT'S ever going to happen) and the mad Agra scientists sterilized all the seed pods. I think first they plucked all the pods out before distribution, leaving these gruesome russet-grey honeycomb-shaped things that nobody wanted for any use. Sales plummeted. Obviously. But they were good medicine. A mild psilocybin, if you can imagine that. Slightly weaker than mescaline but less havoc on the digestive system. If you remember those you must be of my generation. And by the way, it's not true that if you remember those days you missed them. That's not how the brain works.
Einstein is quoted as saying “when a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it’s longer than any hour”
As a genuine physicist, Einstein performed an experiment to prove this assertion. He arranged, through Charlie Chaplin whom he knew personally, a meeting with Charlie’s wife Paulette Goddard, the movie star and a very pretty woman indeed. When it felt to Einstein as if a minute had passed during the meeting with the radiant and delightful Miss Goddard at the Grand Central Oyster Bar, he checked his watch to discover that actually 57 minutes had fled.
Einstein used a chrome waffle iron as a reasonable equivalent of a hot stove, because the woman who cooked for him had forbidden him to get anywhere near the kitchen. He plugged in the waffle iron and when it heated up he sat on it, fully dressed. He jumped up in less than a second but it felt to him as if a good hour had passed.
It is the human condition. Things which are enjoyable seem to pass by too fast. Just be in the moment and enjoy it as it happens rather than trying to figure out how to make it seem longer.
I'm not going to ask the obvious question of what might happen if one sat on a hot stone (putting aside waffle irons as perhaps being overkill), maybe a stone bench that's been under the sun for several hours on a hot afternoon, WITH a beautiful woman at you side (give her a cool towel to sit on). No, the outcome of that is pretty obvious, blisters on the butt and a rather strained conversation. Had experiences similar to that on the patio metal chair by my pool.
But what I find disheartening about the idea as a clue to how to make the time of a session seem a bit longer is that pain seems to be the answer. And the primary definition of a hedonistic approach to life is the avoidance and alleviation of pain.
However, I've recently been to holiday parties where everyone was cordial, good Champagne, good food, good conversation, and upon checking the time while leaving, have been pleasantly surprised that the night was still young and that I had had a wonderful time and really felt no driving urge to continue at the party. So this suggests that manipulating the sense of time passing is possible WITHOUT imposing pain or suffering on myself.
Thank you again, though, for the story.
The passage of time is relative, well established. The perception of the passage of time is secondary. If you are fully present and fully engaged, then the experience will dominate the perception of the passage of time. If you are focused upon time, then you are not present and probably quite bored (which gets back to that wife comment!)
This can be quite natural if you don't overthink things. Or, as the classic quote goes "Don't think Meat! It can only hurt the ball club."
My hypothesis: learn to block out all external thoughts and just got with it
Well, that is usually what happens in a session. Very few thoughts are entertained other than maybe things like, Oh, I get it, she spritzed the topical on her uvula to lessen the gag reflex. Clever girl!!
In either intense pleasure or intense pain we are more human than usual. We are human being human like a dog is a dog. That is much of the appeal of any pleasure, sexual pleasure especially. But the perception of time is just SOOOO extremely out of whack that I sometimes check the time to make sure the provider isn't trying to short me. In the past three or four years that's never been the case.
But you are right, by eliminating all extraneous concerns, especially before the encounter, is probably the best way to prepare.
Your response leads me to consider a meditation session immediately prior to the session. A more formal way to prepare for the encounter.
Very good post. Good thinking outside the skull.