I hope you clear your browser history love, or your mum's going to know you've been asking naughty questions on Lush and she'll ground you.
Don't say you weren''t warned if you end up not allowed to go to the Junior Prom
The best of them...yes certainly.
Unfortunately, the "best" of them represent about 10% of the total ink that is scratched into people's bodies daily. Fine, original works. Conceived of and drawn together, by the client and the tatt artiste. With meaning and resonance in the life of the wearer. Something which when completed inspires pride in the artist as well as his customer.
The rest are sad looking, ill conceived and badly positioned stencils in garish colours with no meaning other than that someone got caught up in the latest fashion trend and decided to mark being an individual by getting inked, just like all his/her friends did. Often with precisely the same images his/her friends are sporting btw.
If I see one more teenaged girl with stars on her abs or one more wanna-be stylista boy with celtic armbands and no fucking idea, I think I'm going to slap one of them.
Open relationships are all well and good. Everyone involved knows what they're up for and they're all volunteers. But when they try on this shit about "My wife and I have an understanding" is almost 100% of the time total crap.
Yeah....What it usually means is this: he's a faithless arsehole and she understands that.
She doesn't like it. She certainly doesn't feel good about herself for it. And you can bet his penis that while he's out sewing the oats he ought to have tamed while he was still single, she's too far up to her arse in nappies and school lunch boxes, softball practice and ballet lessons, to have the leisure to go out and get a bit of strange for her own self.
Unless you know for a fact that it's all open and above board, kick his lying arse to the curb. It's just a really shitty thing to do to another woman.
Is this possible?
I do not want to break any site protocols and can't find anything on this specifically. I even asked Mobius and he said he wasn't sure, unless I deleted the whole story and resubmitted an edited version of it. But then I would lose some lovely comments and I want to keep them.
I have noted some minor, but unfortunately placed typos in more than one of my published stories and one or two glaring errors of continuity. I would like to fix these flaws because, well because I'm an anally retentive cow when it comes to the written word, really.
May I? Please?
He seems v. friendly and looks pretty fit.
I added you back btw.
I don't. I'm pretty happy with the size of mine (I mean more than a mouthful's a waste anyway, innit?).
But I tell you what, if they head any further south, I'm getting a nice sheep dog surgeon to do some corrective work....you know. I don't want any padding inserted, just some help to round them up, and point 'em in the right direction again.
(Down sides to Milfy-ness abound, don't you know?)
Knowing my luck I'd probably stroke out from the shock. Esp as I never buy lottery tickets, so it would indeed be an unexpected windfall.
I know they say you make your own luck and I have tried throughout my life to be optimistic about things, but I tell you what mate if it was raining fucken mansions, I'd get hit with the shithouse door.
I once sang onstage in the Concert Hall at The Sydney Opera House. Yep. Just me.............oh and and 500 other schoolkids from all over NSW.
lol
No....if I wax for him he can bloody well return the courtesy. I hate body hair.
It feels like crap when you lick it....and gets stuck in your teeth.
I dislike making generalisations. Especially about the opposite sex.
Despite many opinions to the contrary, men are people too (they're a little less evolved than women, but hey, that's not their fault.) And being people they are prone to a wide variety of individual difference.
I will say this. The one thing that might actually be common to all men is their utter refusal to stop the freaking car when lost and already 15 minutes late for the social engagement you're headed to and ASK SOMEONE FOR FUCKING DIRECTIONS.
It's about the only thing I can think of that really gets on my tits, seems to cross all cultural, religious and socioeconomic boundaries and actually be true of everyone with a penis.
Even gay guys are like it.
Well I am 5ft 10 so I do like tall men...it just makes everything so much easier sexually.....and I can wear heels when we dance.
And I like my men a little on the skinny side. I really do not like great big over blown gym junkie muscles at all. I don't mind long lean muscles. In fact any kind of muscles are good really, as long as they're there in relation to what the guy does for a living..
But men who spend hours in front of a mirror at the gym just to sculpt and perfect and hone the look of their own body shit me witless. I don't want a bloke who will be such a prima donna that he is pushing me out of the way to look in the bathroom mirror.
I want a man in my bed. And whether that kind of body fascist egotist realises it or not, being a man has little to do with an awesome six pack and everything to do with knowing how to share pleasure around. Selfish self obsessed people are not good lovers. That is all it is I think.
I don't like flabby men though. I know that's kind of horrible to admit and I am sure that if I really liked a man a few love handles would not be a deal breaker....but I am not instantly physically attracted to it, that's for sure.
The East Coast of Australia. About 160 km north of Sydney.
I got a lot more circumspect about it when one afternoon last summer my 14 year old son walked in the door from school. I had the stereo going (NIN) and was wandering round the house totally starkers. Dancing. Not an issue for him...he just says..."oh put some clothes on mum, you'll turn me gay or something".
..unless he has 4 friends behind him...as he did that day.
Yeah...pretty funny I know, and a story they'll all treasure, I'm sure, but he was mortified and I did promise to be more circumspect in future.
Now I just threaten him with it now when he has mates over. . "hey....clean up that mess you lot have made in the bedroom or I'll walk out there in me altogethers..."
lmao
Gets him moving like nobody's business.
I'm writing a biography of my father, who, though he died a pauper, lived a life rich in adventure,love, laughter, tragedy and song. He was, for two years in his early teens, a victim of the Christian Brothers Boys Town abuse debacle. I have alluded to what he suffered there, but despite many attempts at actually depicting it, I finally decided that it was only possible for me to have the abuse happen off the page and look at what the effects of it on him were.
My father was a very private man. It seemed to me that as I was writing the scenes of abuse, no matter how hard I tried to make it not something for voyeurs to relish in, all I could hear was his voice saying to me "No kid...please. They don't need to hear that."
So I didn't put it in.
If a bloke has a really shitty diet and lifestyle....lots of booze and Maccas food, then his semen will often taste like shit. You are what you eat, as they say...
And I do not even go down on a guy with funky tasting sperm. I can't. It makes me gag.
So.....that's a real deal breaker because I love giving oral sex.
ETA: Sorry....I forgot to actually answer what you asked...rude cow I am, off on me own tangent.
I think healthy sperm tastes like warm salty yogurt. Yes I love the taste of it...and I'll swallow it or wallow in it, as the mood takes me.
Beastiality, , ...yuck ( I mean I love my family and my dog....but just not in that way) I am also averse to anything to do with excrement or urine. That's just poor personal hygiene as well as offensive to the eye and nose. No way.
When you can sit in a room with him, both reading different books and it's cool...it's way cool. It's not that you have nothing to say to one another. It's that you know one another so well that sometimes you just don't need to say anything at all.
This is in fact the best way I can think of to spend a rainy Sunday. In companionable silence with your love.
It's not the kids who are stupid...it's the society that lets them grow up seeing drugs and drink and sex everywhere...and then utterly fails to educate them about gaining access to any of this "fun looking stuff' safely.
If kids were given a message about sex and drugs and rock and roll which was a little more explanatory and constructive than "Just say no" they wouldn't be threatening their health and their lives the way they do. They might also not get knocked up quite so often, as sober girls tend to say "No" more often. Or at least make sure the condom is on him properly.
Kids in Holland don't so shit like this, because all drug and sex education in The Netherlands is directed at Harm Minimisation...making sure that they understand how to safely use alcohol, how to safely use drugs, what the effects might be. Most especially Harm Minimisation makes a point of educating kids about what practices NOT to engage in...like inserting alcohol soaked tampons up your ladygarden..
Well there's small and then there's ludicrously tiny. I had a flatmate once and I swear his was no bigger than my little finger. Now granted that was not erect, but I don't see that anything that microscopic was going to enlarge significantly enough for me to know when it was actually in play.
And no...I never went there. So I really can't say. Actually most of my partners have been pretty average sized. I see nothing wrong with an average penis. It's the bloke on the other end of it that needs to be extraordinary.