Hey!Just want to confess that I joined Lush more out of curiosity than anything. I'm on here to read stories and dabble in some writing of my own. If you friend request me I can tell you right off the bat you more than likely won't hear back from me. I'm sorry, but I'm a very busy girl
Respected. I really don't care about people liking me. Plus I tend to like people more when they respect me and those around me
I think the movie I've seen the most is 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron'. The soundtrack and the story itself is amazing :D
Turn off. Like others have said why would you want to stretch yourself that much. I'm sure more fists are larger than the average cock so how would that make it more pleasurable for him? And can I just say - o
Mostly. 34C's are a good medium I think. I mean the larger the tits you have the faster they sag, lol. Sorry girls but that's gravity for you :P
I had a clean shaven guy eat me out once. Haven't experienced the scruff yet so I can't give you my opinion on that one. Although I think the added sensation of facial hair would give it a whole new dynamic :)
I can say my first 'official' toy I used on myself was a vibrator I believe... as for my very very first thing I ever used was a candlestick... don't ask. lol
I think having him brushing his fingertips down my spine and whispering what he is planning for me in my ear before moving my hair over my shoulder and kissing the back of my neck
Absolutely not. Some things I'd really love to forget. But then at the same time those memories can remind me that the mistakes I made taught me a lesson
It really depends on who says it and in what context. I think 'breast' is more the technical way to address them. I think of mamograms when people say 'breast'. lol. 'Boobs' I find kind of awkward to say nowadays- especially after watching a video of a llama saying 'boobs' really obnoxiously. So I suppose 'tits' it is :P
Well I hope not. Otherwise I'd be in a bit of trouble...
The screen door slapped loudly behind him, the sound echoing across the yard and fading into the night, the only sounds remaining were the cadence of the crickets in the long grass, singing to the star-soaked sky. He sank onto the front porch steps, resting his elbows on his knees, angry tears running through his hands. Insomnia wasn’t new to him these past few months and sadly enough,...
Added 03 Sep 2013 | Category Love Stories
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