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Best forum thread ever! Now I want cookies, gingerbread men, and nookie! ... toast, not so much.
I never bugged my hubs about the seat being up or down. So one night about 3a.m. I had to pee in the worse way. You know how you get up and don't even open your eyes, hands out in front of you. I walked into the bathroom, turned around and sat down. Right into the bowl and COLD water!! Y'all think a cat sounds loud and bad when it gets a bath? Try a hot headed Irish woman at 3 a.m.! I'm yelling for him to help me tho, not mad at him, I just couldn't get out on my own!! He flicks on the light and stands there for a minute laughing his ass off. He did manage to get me out and dried off and back into bed where I could warm up. But I swear that bed didn't stop shaking for an hour from his laughter. I never said a word about the seat but, it's not been up one time since then. I had a similar 3am, that water is cold and quite a shock, especially when half asleep. I don't scream often, but that got a loud one outta me.As for the rest of those.... if he has more shoes and more clothes than I do... I should be the one leaving the seat up then, right?
me too - i usually carry a little jar of it around and sprinkle it over them before the the mating ritual begins. Sprite! You always make me smile, or squeal!I can't believe how many people are so all or nothing. Not all guys want anal, and not all girls hate it. I like to see my partner excited and if he knows what he's doing it can be an amazing experience. For me it really is more about trust and being able to feel safe. Each situation is different. If my guy was really not into exploring it or was fixated on "taking it" or jackhammering away with no focus on my pleasure, it would be an absolutely not and awful hard to get excited about it.
Keeping you, I hold you in my hands. The keys I press and depress all the lettered buttons at my disposal, and you’re still here taking all I have to give every damned expensive word and thought. You don’t even know how much I’ve given. How much I’ve needed to give, keep giving to you words you’ve always asked for these words on paper; love, desire. but I’m...
Added 20 Sep 2011 | Category Love Poems
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