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Not so much. I've had guys send me over drinks, and I've had guys straight up hit on me...never once have I even been tempted to give any of them what they were really after.
I always vote if the story is captivating enough to have kept me reading all the way to the end. If it's done that, it deserves a five. I only ever comment if a story requires me to do so.
Interestingly, there isn't an "interesting" option...so I'm going with "good". Love the eyes and the glitter applied to the cheeks and temples.
Yahhh...no. Doesn't matter if my (theoretical) partner would or would not find out, I would know and that would slowly eat away at my conscience.
Nope. I'm one of those rare sorts who needs to be in some kind of clothing (even if it's just panties) to sleep well.
Not a guy, obviously, but honestly? I would be a wee bit irked if whomever I was with used my dirty panties as a masturbation aid...I have a thing for exquisite, expensive lingerie and I'm pretty sure La Perla does not design their panties to be crumpled up and rubbed against anything.
All this talk of racism...the phrase "don't judge a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes" springs to mind. As a white woman, I will never know any of the challenges that Dani nor any other black/nonwhite woman faces. I *can* speak to the small slights that come with being a woman, period. I work at my regular job and moonlight on occasion a certain big box store that sells tools and lawn and garden equipment (think lawnmowers, lawn tractors, etc.). I am, due to various reasons, the second most senior sales associate on the floor. An example of a slight that comes my way frequently is a customer calling, me answering the phone ("Tools, this is Jennifer"), and having the person--male or female--ask to speak to tools expert or lawnmower expert or whatever. When I say that they are talking to a tools sales associate, I've had responses ranging from disbelief ("What?") to downright sexism ("No, sweetheart, I need to talk to someone who knows about X power tool"). This happens almost daily. Do I like it? No. Do I accept that it will happen? Yes. It is what it is.
Honestly, although I was not lucky enough to be blessed with daughters, I do think that little girls are being pushed too quickly out of childhood and into womanhood. Perhaps it was because I was raised in a relatively conservative home, but I wasn't even allowed to wear blush or coloured lip gloss until grade 8, and although I did have my ears pierced at around age 4, I was restricted to a choice of modest gold stud earrings or equally modest, inherited diamond stud earrings. High heels? Bikinis? Crimey, I wasn't even allowed to wear jeans to school--it was a dress and opaque stockings, no matter the season, end of story.Now my oldest son, just out of grade 8, has girls over (for study groups and music lessons and whatnot) that arrive in full-on makeup and enough perfume to make the dogs cough. Fortunately, he's still relatively oblivious to feminine charms, but I always have to suppress my maternal instinct to send the girls to the bathroom to wash that awfulness off of their faces.As for the hypersexualization of young women/girls leading to a higher rate of molestation/rape/other sexual crimes, I haven't seen any data to suggest that there's any correlation. Paedophiles choose their victims for a million different reasons. However, I do agree with Verbal that television shows and other media outlets showing women playing the role of much younger women or girls leads to unrealistic expectations for actual young women and girls.
Succulent, sweetness dripping sticky Familiar, strange, similar, different, wicking Fingers moistened with liquid seeping from My own self… My swollen wanton pussy spread, heat soaking your Unexpectedly smooth skin, heating even your already hot blood Your legs smooth, your cunt, a surprise, a gift given without reserve Still the forbidden fruit, waiting, open, your...
Added 16 Feb 2015 | Category Erotic Poems
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How did she come to be as she was currently? It had been an eminently ordinary first date, arranged by mutual friends, marked with the usual pleasantries and peppered with the occasional curious question about each other’s work and life in general. They’d shared a single bottle of 1997 Chateau Ste. Michelle gewurtztraminer, not enough to make her drunk, nor even slightly tipsy. Really,...
Added 26 Jan 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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It was hot, unusually so for the temperate marine climate of Seattle, and so she was as naked as could be without being fully so--stripped down to her pink and black lace bra and matching tanga cut pink and black lace panties. Still, at ten o’clock at night, with the house a balmy 26c, that wasn’t enough. She needed to go outside, needed to feel the cooling night air against her skin, needed...
Added 04 Aug 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved...
Added 04 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know...
Added 02 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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Soulless, silent, I am the woman of your dreams, even as I haunt your nightmares. I am everything and nothing at once, taking on the form necessary to take from you your very essence, to spill your mortal seed, my demon mouth and condemned cunt warm, wet and welcoming in perpetuity. Endless, insufferable want drives me on, drives me from bed to bed, man to man. I am damned to...
Added 25 May 2014 | Category Supernatural
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She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a...
Added 20 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She walked into the corporate clean Starbuck’s, the chairs all neatly swept of crumbs, the faux mahogany inlay tables sparkling, as if they had never had a cup of coffee rested upon them. The store was crowded, relentlessly polite baristas working furiously to satisfy the needs of caffeine-deprived customers, and she fell into queue behind the last of these customers. She was dressed for...
Added 15 May 2014 | Category Oral Sex
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Arriving at the firing range, a nondescript white building dropped into the middle of an industrial district, she unloaded her range bag and gear from the boot of her car. Jeans, black v neck lightweight sweater, nothing special, just another morning to be spent throwing lead at paper and steel targets in preparation for competition. She noticed that her instructor’s car wasn’t in the parking...
Added 09 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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The motel room was small with just one queen size bed and a threadbare chair looking awkwardly out of place, as if someone had just reached through the roof of this dank place and left it there. There was a distinct smell of cigarettes and desperation, of cheap, hurried sex and the comfort not of skin on skin but of plastic bottles of vodka. So this is where he had chosen to meet, she...
Added 03 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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