On top because then I’m in control of the action.

I usually urinate before I get in the shower, but if I’m showering and the urge strikes, I just let it go. It all gets washed down the drain anyway.

I don’t even think of how big my breasts are. They’re not too big or too small and they fill out a cocktail dress nicely. But I have a heck of a time finding a bra that fits. My boobs don’t “stick out” too much, but they’re full. A B cup is much too small and I rattle loosely around a C cup. sports bras fit me best and are much more comfortable, but I can hardly wear one to work.

Just once, when I was a senior in high school.

All the kids liked to hang out around a bridge over the San Bernard River at a place called Black’s Ferry. It was rather cool that evening so some of the guys built a fire and about twenty of us hung around drinking beer and maybe smoking something that weren’t cigarettes. I had not smoked before or since, but I was feeling wild that night and before long was giddy and silly and everything was hilariously funny. One of the guys kept getting close to me, putting his arm around me and flirting, while I giggled and laughed. He maneuvered me back Into the woods and before I knew it had me braced against a tree with my butt thrust out and jeans down. My mind was hazy by this point but I remember being roughly jostled and feeling warm and wet down there. He finished and wandered back to the fire, having gotten what he wanted.

I was a bit subdued at this point. Even in the state I was in I knew I’d crossed a line. I also went back to the fire and endured the inevitable teasing. Several beers and a couple of joints later, at a time when people had begun to leave, I realized my ride had left without me. One of the remaining guys who seemed sober enough offered to take me home. I had always thought he was cute and in my altered state was almost crying in gratitude for his offer. Or at least, that’s what I was told later by my friends. I have very little memory of what happened. Anyway, during the drive home, Jonathan (for that was his name) found a place to park and all I remember is a very awkward encounter sandwiched in the front seat of his truck, the one and only time I’ve had sexual intercourse in a car. Later I accused him of taking advantage of me, but, indignant, he claimed it was my idea and that as soon as I got in the truck I was all over him. Maybe I was, but that whole evening was and is just a haze to me, and all I know for sure is that I had sex with two guys in the space of two hours, didn’t particularly enjoy either encounter, and was so disgusted with myself afterwards that I contemplated becoming a nun even though we’re Baptist.

Considering the sum of my experience is limited to five guys, including my ex-husband, and that I am rather shy and introverted, that was very atypical behavior from me.

1) Yes, depending on the top I’m wearing. Actually, I work out in a sports bra that’s more of a top than a bra. Does that count?

2) No, never. That would be too uncomfortable.

3) Not on purpose, although sometimes I bent over and inadvertently gave a peek when wearing a low cut, loosely fitting top and no bra. The worst time was when I caught my stunned adolescent nephew staring wide eyed down the top of my blouse at probably the first live boobs he’d ever seen. That was a bit embarrassing, but really it’s not THAT big of a deal.

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Yes it is possiable. I consider myself a Christian and I am here on lush. It begins with Your personal relationship with God. Not anyone else's. We are not here to judge anyone. I for one am far from perfect and can only answer for my self. I will stand before God one day and answer for my life. I struggled long and hard about lush and my faith. You have no idea how many times I thought about closing my account down because of my faith. I would stay away for weeks, wondering, praying asking for God to lead me in this decision. I am still here, but if it ever came a problem between my faith and lush. Lush would have to go. My relationship with God comes before anything or anyone. So yes you can be a Christian and be on lush. I am a Christian.

A couple of years into our marriage I noticed that my husband seemed to develop an interest in redheads. So, to surprise him, I colored my hair a beautiful shade of golden red and on a whim dyed my pubic hair to match. He wasn’t all that excited about my new hair color until that night, when I unveiled the glory between my legs. It was one of the best times we ever had.