I'd be down...except for the fact that I don't know how to play poker, strip or not. Pass.
I love doing anything and everything that brings pleasure to my partner. Granted, I'd prefer to give a proper blowjob, but if a handjob is the only option, I'll go with it.
Making the traditional corned beef and cabbage, even though I've not got a drop of Irish blood in me. Straight Scottish and English. Happy St. Patrick's Day!!
We can leave our friends behind!!!
...wait, what?
Happy early birthday, Bill. Please check your mailbox for my St. Patrick's day greeting. Yes, those are gold sparkles on the bra.
Coffee me, please, Bill. So proud of my oldest, he's one of the leaders at his school of the nationwide school walkout planned for 10:00a today. I shoot competitively but no one needs a bump stock, or a suppressor, or a 30 round magazine. No one. And ftr, a magazine that can hold 30 rounds is just awkward. Anyway, told him that I am behind him 100%.
The eyes-to-boobies thing I understand, and don't mind, as long as it's discreet and brief. However, if you do the elevator eyes thing, my creep-o-meter is apt to go off and you'll either be promptly ignored or promptly dropped on your ass, depending on my mood.
A perfectly composed comment, as is per usuale for you, R.
Vance Joy Lay It On Me tour dates/Google
What Em said. Physical changes do not necessarily indicate changes in personality, and you should not live in fear of a partner, period, full stop.
A hot dog broke off in her vagina? Why did that cause her to seek medical attention? I'd just reach up and remove the damn pork product myself. Yuck.
To the point, though, no, I have never personally known anyone who has had to seek medical attention due to a mistaken sex toy or sex game choice; however, as a nurse, I've certainly seen and heard some spectacular things.
Yesterday was a banner day. I think my brain was bleeding out of my ears by the time I left the hospital. Came home, fed the boys, FaceTimed with my darling nephew, finalized plans for what happens when my sister-in-law goes into labor (she's due 1 June), fell asleep on my face.
I'll take some of whatever Bertha is belching out.
Never had drunk sex, and have no desire to experience it.
Exhibitionist...although a subtle and discreet sort of exhibitionist. Giving my darling a blowjob while he's driving in heavy traffic, my dress up over my bum, that sort of thing.
Happy Birthday, Chris! ~Jennifer
Like H., I overwrite rather than save various drafts, so I've nothing to share. I do have great admiration for authors who actually take the time to lay out an outline and save drafts; my default to Flash Erotica is more due to lack of time than to any great gift or preference for writing Flash Erotica.
True conversation:
Random Target Shopper: "You have such beautiful skin! What do you use?"
Me: "Dial. And water."
My mother has very few wrinkles even as she closes in on 71, so I guess it's a genetic thing.
ETA: My mother has gone down the cosmetic surgery/filler rabbit hole since I first posted. It's awful. She has beautiful, silver grey hair--now dyed an entirely unnatural shade of black. I don't know what set her off on this journey, but I sure as Hell am not taking the same path.
I have started using caffeine-enhanced eye cream as of late--but that's more to combat the effects of working nights than anything. Also, I never really answered the question--no, I don't think I look my age, and even if I did, I would be okay with it.
No. Just no. Did I mention yuck, no? No.
My suggestion is that you find some other way to channel your "naughty nurse" or "dirty doctor" fantasies, because bleeccch NO.
My score was 80 on that test. Make of that what you will.