The way a man smells; good Lord! Give me a man fresh from the shower, and I am not making it out of the house.
Do I dare respond favorably to this one without the thought of pics flooding my inbox? Ha!
It must have something to do with the oral fixation I've got going on; they make my mouth water.
However, there is nothing more amusing than a frigid woman's response to a cock being openly displayed. I have a rather large cement male bust on display in my home. It is quite the conversation starter. ;)
Highly unlikely. After giving that one person EVERYTHING, I am a bit jaded. Besides, every guy I meet runs like hell once he finds out I have three minor children in my custody. My life is special...
Going to take a whack at this one. Some may get it, some may not. I was married for a long time, and never even considered being unfaithful. The thought of my husband being unfaithful was something I believed to be a deal breaker for me. I finally gathered the courage and left for reasons other than cheating, but I deeply resent the fact that I gave him everything and always put my needs second.
I have now played with four different married men. The first one lied about it, and upon finding out I put a stop to it. But, the other three were never dishonest about their situations with me. These relationships were purely based in sex, and they required mutual respect between us to make it work. Would it be my first choice for a relationship? Hell no, but the needs it filled on both sides cannot be denied. There are no blurred lines about what "might" happen in the future because we have already agreed to not let that happen. Yes, feelings develop, but one must endure a slap back into reality every once in a while to engage in such activities.
It's about pleasure, plain and simple. How far will one go to truly experience what they yearn for? What am I willing to sacrifice to say that I have really lived? And when I have had my fill, I will stop taking.
427, please. Thanks for your generosity!
Has to be cock, filling me up, hitting off my walls, making me contract, and then releasing into me completely. Yeah, that will do it.
I am there now, and it literally keeps me up at night. Lovely daydreaming, awful reality.
Mother of the Year! Yep, that's me!!! I'm sorry that I am not keeping you entertained to your satisfaction this summer, and I am really sorry that your father has become a dead beat dad. I am suffering through all of this too though. Fuck; I am absolutely killing myself to make this work for us though. For Christ sake, help me help you!!! Just in case you have not noticed, I have zero social life, zero financial stability, and nobody to lean on throughout all of this shit. Yes, my wise child, you are correct. I should have just stayed with him for 20 more miserable years; that is if he didn't kill me in front of you before then. Just keep spouting off whatever comes to mind without thinking first.
