I'm a beginner in many ways... I'm 25 but sometimes I feel more like 15. I speak several languages (english is not my native but I love it)and have traveled a lot (and loved that too). When asked what my sexual orientation is I'd have to say I'm so sure I like the members of the strong sex that if I were a man I'd be gay, but then again, there are those other days... when I just can't help admire how beautifully built the female body is. I've always had a hyperactive imagination and loved to write, only some of my stories have taken a bit of a turn and they're no longer suitable for a literature workshop. So this is where Lush comes in, as an outlet for the stories that wake me up in a swet or simply don't let me sleep. Not sure if I'll ever get comfortable puting to paper what I dream much less post it for people to see but I will do my best; after all that is why I joined. Wish me luck and I do apologize for any spelling mistakes you might find.
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I think you're right we shouldn't blame society and media exclusively, though they are the main perpetrator... after all let's not forget we're social creatures and while we don't chose our mates for life like some birds, we do like a certain kind of stability... sometimes that comes from having a man/woman next to us. And to that I might add the need for companionship or simply of purpose; I've met a few women who are absolute wonders in their work fields but what drives them is not the "I'm doing this for me" philosophy but for "us" - meaning them and their partners. They draw strenght, satisfaction and motivation from the "couple".
Sometimes it's not so much about protection as it is about religious practicality. I know sounds odd, but hang on with me. I don't know the reason behind the women-only gym in question but, for example, where I live there are two such gyms and a great percentage of their clientelle is composed by muslim women. So picture this: running the treadmill with an ankle long dress and a veil that's held in place with pin-needles: is not exactly a party even if you don't trip after the first two minutes and crack your head on the control board. . This type of gyms are the only places where these women can actually get things done, because they're among women so they can lose the veil and put on a pair of skiny running pants without worring about who sees them or what not. Again, I'm not saying that all women-only gyms have as purpose religion. And from the point of view of the some of my non-muslim friends who have joined one of those gym for proximity reasons: it's apparently a breath of fresh air not to see the gym instructor sport a woody while he's supposebly "helping you" work your core.
http://www.youtube.com/embed/UwESpbE0KuY I know... not everyone's a fan of Celine Dion but those lyrics really made me cry the first time I heard them
Would you feel more sexy with your cock covered in the juices from my pussy or covered with excrement and the smell of my shit? We sooooo need a like button on this site
Duffy - Stepping stone
When I first heard this song it just tore my soul apart... it just fits too well with certain moments in my life. http://www.youtube.com/embed/AYjHDvtOhF0
Walking away - Craig David
This ridiculous... I'm gonna start hearing about "pussy lips implants from 12B to 16C" any day now or the hell knows what else. As far as I'm concerned it's very simple: Is it healthy? Is it clean? Is it doing what it's suppose to do? Good. End of discussion.
I lost my soul, my meaning and my eyes. Forgave the time but not it's ever lasting traces I gasped for air between a thousand sighs. Believed your lies and all your many faces But nothing held my world from crumbling The night you left my side. There are a million other clouds to rain But I am dry from tears poring down my past. And yet no rushing river can erase the stain Of bitter words...
Added 19 Sep 2011 | Category Love Poems
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I could feel him about 2 inches deep; he moved slowly in and out trying for my sake to put some tenderness in this thing we were doing. He curled my legs a bit more as he went in again and finally felt some spark of sensation. “Come on, baby.” he moaned so softly I only guessed the words. Then again it wouldn’t have been hard to. He always said that. He always begged me, ironically, to...
Added 24 Jul 2011 | Category Straight Sex
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