Those friends who need to know, probably already know and are quite willing to be bored to tears with the details, and the friends/acquaintances/randoms who don't need to know, wouldn't be the sort to listen anyway.
Friends who are supportive won't allow their own personal feelings or a sense of not understanding wander into the way of listening to you talk specifics. For instance, I might ask reflective questions--questions framed around information already provided. I wouldn't ask "how" or "why" questions, because that's just not a thing one does. If you want to talk the "how" and "why" and "when" and "where" and "what", a good friend will listen and respond appropriately.
As to friends who are unaware of that "side of [you]", well, they're either your (and your partner's) friend, or they are not a friend. If I am your friend, then whatever you tell me is simply taken as part of what makes you, you. If you feel distressed over describing what amounts to just another domestic arrangement to someone you consider a friend, perhaps you should reconsider that friendship.
If it excites you to talk about it, as well it should (since when did anyone ever return from vacation with, say, an engagement ring on, and not talk about it?), then talk about it with the sort of friend I mentioned in the first line. The sort who is willing to be bored to tears with the details and still encourage you to tell more.
I like the high-waisted retro/vintage look bikinis, and I like tankinis. Mostly because finding a one piece that fits my frame--I'm stupidly tall and stupidly curvy--is very difficult. That, and I don't sunbathe so much as actually swim, meaning I need something that isn't going to produce drag or fall off or both.
Lands' End, among others, sell tops and bottoms separately, making it so much easier for tall curvy girls to find something that both fits and looks good.
I have never seen the porn. A couple of GIF's is as close as I've come (all puns intended). It's just...yup. Sad. Sitting down or lying down or whatever and watching the porn is on my bucket list, though.
Meanwhile my fifteen--count 'em, fifteen--stories posted in over four years are staggering, slowly, towards an aggregate view total of 100,000. I don't even know what a Millionaire badge is...
What? How is "pregnancy play", where a life is quite literally in the balance, even a thing? I understand how it might be exciting, what with biological imperative and all, but to go unprotected for the thrill of it is not awesome.
Whatever the lady desires.
Whatever the lady desires.
Re-reading Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin.
Two including myself. Yup, I'm a wild one.
Lilies. Noble fir. That perfect smell elicited when you nuzzle an infant's head. Peonies. Blackberry preserves bubbling on the stove. Ripe heritage tomatoes. Pipe tobacco smoke. Lilacs.
Running and swimming for the win.
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