Most of my relationships/crushes/lust objects/sex buddies have occurred when there is a time limit; they leaving for school, me moving (either direction), me being on vacation in a different state. Ergo, things moved fast. How many times could we squeeze in before there was no way for us to be together (or a way that we knew wouldn't work, like with J). If I thought I liked them, I'd try and spend a lot of time with them quickly, to get it in before the move/leaving was eminent, and to solidify that I did like them/lust after them, and possibly (probably) wanted to have sex with them (and then possibly/probably did). Full story...
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.
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