Imagination and originality rather than intelligence get my juices flowing. Sometimes intelligent guys just don't know how to flirt.
I've recently been purchasing lingerie from the What Katy Did vintage collection. The silky knickers are heavenly to wear.
"Better Call Saul" series 1
I have tried cybering a couple of times on here when my partner has been out at the pub with his mates, but wasn't stimulted physically or mentally. On both occasions the guys wanted to get in to the sex straight away. With the first one I soon realised he wasn't my kind of guy, so I exited fairly quickly. The second guy, I liked his photo, and he was pleading how desperate he was for relief, so I answered the questions he put to me in as dirty and provocative a manner as I could muster while he masturbated. It only took a few minutes, five at the most including out introductory chat When he'd had his orgasm he thanked me and asked what he could do for me in return. I lied, telling him I'd already creamed my knickers just thinking about what he was doing. That was last summer. I have no intention of doing it again.
A rose by any other name.
Not since I was at college. I shudder to think of some of the things I did, usually after a few drinks, when I was in my late teens.