So there is this woman I've been crushing on. For a little more than two and a half weeks.I haven't really written about her because I really enjoy her company, and don't want to fuck things up.
Part one was yesterday...She pulled my head back, her lips traveling my neck, my collarbone, the rounded curves of my breast before biting down on my shoulder.
We met in a bar – she was on stage singing her heart out to one of the bands whose songs always make me alternate between wanting to have sex and wanting to curl up in a ball and cry.
I love love love Lelo toys. Like much. No, really.And thank goodness for the Liv, because this fancy schmancy vibe has restored my faith in this amazing company, after a run in with the Lily, which left me a bit unimpressed.
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I know interupt your regularly scheduled posting for a HUGE than you for the new banner to Sinclair. It's beautimus! Thanks sunshine :)-Essin' Em
This is in response to a post on Curvaceous Dee's blog. Basically, the question, phrase much more eloquently is why I *did* decide to be a sex blogger, as compared to any other kind of blogger, or just not one at all.
Sometimes, I wonder.Cause really? This sex thing has got me worried.No, not my lack of sex. I mean, yes, the lack of frequency is sad for me (and possibly for you, since you don't get to read about it), but in my mind, I'd much prefer a drought of sex than to lower my standards.
HNT is below. Sorry - just scroll down!Hey folks - So my last day at my current job is Tuesday. I am being let go due to being injured, and not being able to perform all the walking/standing/lifting/driving, etc.
I hate the word panties.This might make me unpopular, but I really just do.I also hate the word undies.
I am a cisgender woman.I use that term occasionally, and I realize that some people might not know what I mean.
Many of you are wondering what happened to the Saga of L. (yes, it is capitalized).Well, we were scheduled for a movie and ice cream date.
I'm not one much for dreams. I have them, yes. In fact, the other night, I had a crazy one, where I was fighting and getting mauled by a tiger.
If you're like me, there are somethings that just make you go from 0 to 60 on the horny scale in oh..
As soon as she hopped into bed, I started to warm up, with her body next to mine. She pushed herself up on her arms (mmmm.
Photo by Rachelle Lee SmithHappy Olympic HNT!I have to be honest, I'm cheating. In two ways. a) This pictures was taken almost two years ago, when I was playing with the Penn Jersey She Devils.
I had heard about this Fetish Party in Denver. I wasn't sure what the difference was between a fetish party and a play party, but I knew I wanted to go.
As I read through other blogs, I have to say I loved this post about the Evolution of Subtleties by Wendy Blackheart.