My favorite football team no longer exists., When the Baltimore Colts left town in dead of night, I quit following, watching, or attending professional American football games. I view American Professional football as a means of putting a large quantity of money into the hands of a very few, and incidentally, another primary source of income for those who book the odds (and probably fix the games).
I looked up the years for Selmer (Paris) saxophone serial numbers.
Yes, but the twwo year affair ended when she decided to reconcile in her marriage.
There is an excellent example of topping from the bottom in PhareDuFour's story, "Business Dinner, Part 2."
I don't TEXT, nor do I send text messages on my phone. (The last time I checked a dictionary, text was NOT a verb)
If I need to talk to someone, I use real words and send an email, a standard letter by post, or I pick up the telephone and call.
Offer to buy her a cup of coffee, and probably stammer a lot.
Ok, FEMA people. It's time to get off your collective asses and do your fucking job. I really don't give a shit that you had an unusual "weather event" this week; that's what you exist for. So just take a look at my fucking HEC-RAS Printout, and sign the goddam thing. I used the input numbers you fucking gave me, and the program spits out the answers. There is no way in HELL I could change the 100 year floodplain elevation even if I gave a rat's ass what the answer was enough to want to.
I just remembered another - one of the scenes with Liz Taylor and Paul Neuman in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
I tend to write conversationally, so use of contractions falls right in line with my style. BUt If I am doing technical writing, as I often must in my day job, I avoid them like the plague.
Kathleen Turner and William Hurt, in Body Heat. The first time I saw that film, it was a rental that my wife had grabbed, just on a whim. We both sat in the living room, mesmerized, and came in our pants.
I have one Lush very dear friend, who knows me better than I know myself, and a couple of other friends whom I valuehighly. SO the answer is, you can go as far as you want to, provided you are willing to allow yourself to be vulnerable, and take the associated risks.
As I have said before, in my role as a story verifier, I will probably insist that capitalization follow standard rules of grammar. If anyone has a problem with this, they need to take it up with a senior moderater, not try to get a consensus of opinion by posting about it on this or any other forum.
A blow job once while I was driving. But she was so animated, that she kicked the gearshift (automatic, on the floor) into neutral, and I damn near blew up the engine, before I realized we were going slower. That kinda spoiled the moment.
I'm sorry Maz ................. uh..............Mistress.j34nQYgRy1e6TFTc
Watch out! The women on here are strong, and can eat little (and even full-growed big) men alive without batting an eyelash, or endangering a freshly French-polished fingernail. (of course, if "punishment" is what you need, then you've probably come to the right place)
69 is great fun/foreplay, but for orgasms, I prefer being able to concentrate on her.
[quote=Mazza... I found it quite the compliment ...
I have been known to pay that compliment.
I am doing nothing - just playing on Lush, and waiting out the storm. Right now, it is raining cats and dogs, and the wind is whipping around pretty well. Speed limits on interstate highways and us highways have all been lowered to 45 throughout Maryland, and Baltimore City has closed streets to all traffic except emergency personnel.
If you have to hide it from your significant other, even if you are just wanking one off over in the corner, it is sexually cheating. There is NO grey area here.
Many times with my wife and toys. She especially liked it with a bi-polar electrosex buttplug set to pulse.