I don't mind it. If you don't want people to look at you then stay home. That simple.
I wear sweatshirts and no bra all the time. Love it...makes me feel feminine and available.
We think of things just like you guys do. Just our 'forbidden' stuff is different from your is all.
I was just six months old when he died. Never really got the whole 'worship' thing that older people have for him and the Beatles.
Back in 2001-2004 I worked in London and lived in Brighton. I miss the summers there but not so much the winters.
These days I usually clean up but not so long ago I used to enjoy feeling it run down my leg. It was VERY erotic!
Sex came before porn for me. My first sexual experience was non-consensual and in the course of looking online to work it out I discovered erotica and then started writing it to work through my issues. I write far less these days and I suppose that this would be indicative that I'm getting over my issues.
The introduction that includes an offer of sex or a picture of a dick.
Yeah, no.
My husband. He's sixteen years older than I am.
My orgasms vary a bit. Sometimes it's like an explosion that just sneaks up on you and goes off. Sometimes it's more of a warm glowy feeling that lasts for a while, and more often it's the feeling of euphoria building to a crescendo. On the rare occasion it's been the rolling up and down sensation of an orgasm peaking and then peaking again and again. I can only handle that last one ONCE and that's enough!
In a bed at the Strathcona Hotel in Victoria, Canada. I was 19, he was 31. It sucked.
I've never seen a downside to it.
Pretty much I'll get on him and take advantage...although he's usually already fucking me by the time I wake up if he's horny.