Mmm, as many pickled green beans as the house has (I'm guessing <5 here, no offence, Gil) in a heavy on the vodka Bloody Mary, please. A bit of Mike's special ingredient wouldn't be objected to, either.
On a serious note, how's your boy doing, Gil?
Every time? I doubt that, but whatever. Could be that your workplace allows concealed carry and your colleagues are checking their carry through their pockets?
I get requests for sequels or stories about specific fetishes, but I've only once obliged.
Hands. A man's hands can tell so many stories.
Kiss, nuzzle, lick, fuck.
You do realise that Lush has a bit more than a few dozen members, right? And that women--real women--don't generally ask for or want random dick pics? Just saying.
Gil, nothing for me...I have eggnog and rum and nutmeg, meaning I'm a happy girl. Craving one of Mike's dirty martinis for some reason, though....
Mmm. Yup. I'll hand the dice down.
Thank you, Callisto, best wishes in all of your future endeavours and congratulations.
Okay, OP, ignoring the many, many laughs that can be had at expense of your spelling error in your title, I think that Liz's suggestion is a very good one.
If a male friend (when I was available) had suggested a solo weekend away with me, I certainly would've been both flattered and quite sure of where he was going with his invitation. So will your friend.
You may not like the answer, but as Meggsy pointed out, sometimes our pants (or panties) can literally be charmed off of us, and perhaps you have been doing that all this time with your friend. She may just be in the same place as you currently are--unsure how to proceed or act on her wants for fear of wreaking havoc on the relationship. Book a hotel room (you can cancel it), make restaurant reservations, and a few weeks ahead of time, invite her away for a weekend (or any two or three day period that works for her). Her response to your invitation will tell you exactly where you stand.
Best of luck.
~Jennifer, aka Agony Aunt Olivia's piss-poor stand-in
The Sympathizer~Viet Thanh Nguyen
Jeff bought drinks and I missed it? Fuckendammit. Two pear ciders for me, please, or two of whatever passes for pear ciders here, thank you.
My reputation?
Sure I worry about my reputation vis a vis sex. I worry about being the best he's ever had or ever will have; wouldn't want to damage my reputation as a fair to excellent lover.
To paraphrase Bethany....the number of guys lucky enough to have been fellated by me is roughly equal to the number of guys lucky enough to have bedded me.
Mmm. Yes, please. Preferably whilst naked in bed and preferably while the topic of conversation is Boccaccio's The Decameron.
Congratulations, and thank you to both of you.