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HeraTeleia
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Sorry to disappoint, but the closest I have to a bikini is a tankini set. I have a total of four swimsuit options, all one-pieces (all Lands' End long torso designs) with the one outlier being that tankini. Maybe it's because, being translucently pale, I don't sunbathe--I pile on the sunblock, I swim, and then it's off to shower and change before going wherever.
I'm less of an "approval by committee" person and more of an "executive decision" person. So, no, I keep my own counsel until it either works out, and he is around long enough to meet my friends and family, or it doesn't work out, with no one the wiser.
I never have, with one possible exception who shall remain unnamed. Like seeker said, I'm more about displays of intelligence and wit in the forums.

That said, I've had, ahem, a lot of readers of my own pieces who have expressed interest in me, personally, after reading something I wrote. It's fine, it is what it is.
Tonya, you have officially been Sprited. Welcome to Club Blue, and please, come sit with me. Also, the other, wow, almost two dozen other members. Plus Alan, of course. Love you, girl.


ETA:

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I didn't actually need an award to know that Tonya is awesome but she deserves it in spades.


That is almost to the word what Mike (oceanrunner) texted me when I was Sprited. I was asleep, Mike texted me, I was terribly confused until I came online.
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men/women do you like vibrating toys in public?
or in private?
whats your view on this?
do they arouse you very much??


I've tried a couple of the remote controlled Lelo toys, and another made by PipeDream. None are "vibrating panties"--those are cheap, ugly thongs with cheaper bullet vibrators in a sewn-in pocket, and do nothing for me but cause irritation.

Anyway! The two Lelo toys are both okay, and I've used both in public with a partner holding the remote. The remote on the Lelo toys control of the speed, vibration, vibration patterns and other features--one, I think it's called the Hula, actually gyrates. Both are insertables, meaning they are shoved pretty high up inside of my pussy, meaning--for me--no clitoral stimulation and therefore not a lot of arousal from the toy itself. The PipeDream toy, also an insertable, is strictly a vibrating toy. Like the Lelo toys, it has several vibration patterns, however, it is shaped differently and provides some very limited clitoral stimulation.

All three have very discreet remotes, and it does take some practise every time prior to going out, so that my partner is not staring at the remote. All three cost somewhere in the region of USD$200.

So, for stimulation from the remote controlled toys alone--no. The range on the remotes on all three is pretty good--around 15-20 feet--the issue is more that since none provide any sense of semblance of constant direct clitoral stimulation, it really isn't the toy itself that causes my arousal.

What causes my arousal is knowing that my partner is crazy aroused by the idea that he's virtually fucking me in public, that he has virtual control over my cunt even as I'm smiling and touching and chatting up and dancing with other men. I end up being very flirtatious and very flushed, thinking about what he is thinking about whenever he changes a vibration pattern or turns on a feature like the gyration or heat. Alone, though? No, it's definitely not the toy by itself that causes my arousal, and I've never come close to reaching climax while one of the toys is in my pussy.

It might work differently for other women--certainly we are all wired differently, so that conclusion only makes sense. Me, though, I'm not a huge fan.
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I've already read it, but I gave it another view. I just did the famous story watch, so I get the excitement.

Tell Mike that Verbal sez hi!

More coffee, please. Proffer Jen a cup, if she'd like one.


Thank you! Mike says hi, and wishes you and the family well. We talk probably every couple of weeks, and text each other often. Did I ever tell you that he thought you making your wife's ring out of wood (I think it's wood, at least--I don't recall you discussing metalworking) was both sweet and awesome? I thought so, too, but I can't recall if he was still on the site when you announced the engagement.

It's unfortunate that Mike felt he had to leave the site, he was a talented and prolific writer and he was a great contributor to the forums as well. Thank you for the view. Only his collaborations remained when he deleted his account, and of those, I am about 95% on Losing It being his favourite.

Mike was so terribly patient and kind and gentle with me, always, in everything. There's a reason that Losing It is my only collaboration--same as there's a reason that I've only posted eighteen pieces in what, five years? I'm complicated, at best, and that's on a good day. Mike tolerated my need for stupidly precise detail--the silly things, like the type of oysters and precisely how they were served. Or the description of the stock of my personal stationery, commissioned from Wren Press, London, on the occasion of my 12th birthday. Silly things.

Anyway. Yes, I miss him. Brilliant, kind, and sexy as fuck. And I know it pains him to peruse the site--or at least check in on the view count for Losing It--and not be able to allow himself to rejoin. It is what it is.

Bill, a lovely coffee please for my friend--check that, whatever he wants, please. Coffee, adorned with whatever passes for the best bourbon in this place, along with milk and sugar, for me. Please.
Bloody Mary, please, bartender, with Grey Goose chaser, neat. It was one of those nights. Thank you. xxJennifer

ETA: Please, everyone, go read or re-read Losing It, my collaboration with the much-missed Mike (oceanrunner). The piece is within sight of Famous Story status and it would make Mike so damn happy to see our collaboration--my only collaboration--reach that 30,000 view mark. Yes, he still visits, and yes, he's doing well. Thank you.
Came home from my "other" work Sunday night--a twelve hour shift--sat down to chill and polish up my sequel to Drill Day, was finally at a point where I was pretty much okay good with submitting the finished piece, was copying and pasting it...and "real" work called.

The trick is, I cannot be forced to come in barring exceptional circumstances; therefore, it's all about the guilt. Two hospitals are on divert, Jen, one in Alaska and one in Wyoming, and Wenatchee is going on divert, could you come in for maybe a couple of hours? The downside of counting a nurse manager amongst one's friends is that she knows exactly what it will take to extract the wanted answer from her target--in this case, me. Just a couple of hours, and oh, I'll take you as soon as you can get here, and no worries, if you want go home after the Airlift NW flight comes in, that's okay, we'll find coverage. Of course I was there within the hour and stayed through shift change.

Long excuse short, I did not finish my piece, the sequel. I did not submit it and now probably won't until I'm properly rested, and G-d only knows when that will be. I am home now, having worked, between "other" work and "real" work, nearly 24 hours straight. I can't fall asleep because staying awake this long messes with my internal clock. I'm sorry. Have a good day, everyone.
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So today at work(gas station) I saw a perfect ass. The girl was **REDACTED BY MODERATOR**(I am 20), she had blonde hair and a cute face. If she had on snow gear and you could really only see her face you would think she was cute but nothing too special. Anyway she was wearing a shirt with my **REDACTED BY MODERATOR** and she had on yoga pants. The yoga pants were super super tight. Like most guys when I see a chick with yoga pants on I have to check out the ass. I have seen plenty of nice asses in yoga pants throughout high school but this chick easily had the best ass. It looked so firm, tight and round. And since the yoga pants were so tight you could see every line. You could see the outline of each cheek. I instantly got a bonner when I saw it, I had to go in the bathroom and masturbate.

So should yoga pants be banned? I mean that chicks ass drove me crazy. I had to masturbate it was so bad. And I guarantee I wasn't the only guy that saw her today who got a bonner. She probably averages 30 bonners a day. And if its not a super hot chick who is wearing yoga pants it is a super fat chick. So either I have to masturbate or puke.


One, as someone else pointed out, your reaction to someone else's clothing or lack thereof is yours and yours alone--nothing about anyone else's clothing forces you to do or feel anything.

Two, insecure/immature much? You seem to have divided the female world into super hot/super not, and either way you refuse, in your statement, to accept that your reaction(s) are, again, your responsibility and your responsibility alone. Your stated age in your profile is 22; you're a grown man by society's measure. Act like one.

Three, learn to spell already. I don't know what a "bonner [sic]" is, at least not in English, and I'm pretty sure that "lillegal [sic]" is not a word in any language. Again, see #2. You're a grown man, act like one, learn to enjoy reading and writing and appreciate that women are so much more than objects to be desired or disdained. Post-secondary education is a thing, maybe look into it a bit?
Happy birthday, T. Enjoy it with a glass of good gewurtztraminer and a good cuddle with your lovely wife.

xx Jen
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Good to see you writing probably possibly maybe definitely true stories again, Jen. And always lovely to see your face in the deep end of this dive bar (apologies to Garth Brooks).


Garth Brooks is so awesome I'm pretty sure that neither of us could insult him even given strenuous effort.

Thank you on the encouragement on the writing. It is what it is. Although this one...this one is different. And look for an incoming PM, Jeff. The sequel is still chilling in my Google Drive. Like I said, my OCD/anxiety disorder self kicks in and I decide everything is rubbish a few times over. Thus, what, something like 18 stories in five plus years? Not even sure that the number is that high. Anyway, thank you, and please give your lovely wife and daughters my love.
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I was just thinking about early experiences with 'porn,' that seem really ridiculous now.

1. The lingerie section of the Sears catalog.
2. Stealing Playboy magazines
3. Trying to watch adult movies on scrambled cable channels.
4. Patiently waiting for naked pictures to download over a modem connection.
5. Having that connection fail whenever anyone picked up the phone somewhere else in the house.

What else?


I actually have had a Playboy magazine subscription for some 20-odd years now. Yes, I do read it for the articles; many brilliant authors have written for the magazine over its history, but the real point is that I never made it a "secret". It's right there in the magazine basket next to the sofa, with Glamour and Woman's Day and the assorted nursing journals.

Nor did I make Lush a "secret"; pretty sure the two youngest don't know I'm here but the oldest figured it out pretty fast. Actually, I think the openness sort of messed him up, with regards to porn consumption. No posters of nearly naked models draped over expensive cars on his walls in his bedroom in HS (nor now, at university); he had world maps and, uh, vintage USGS rock maps on the walls instead.

He never did anything with regards to porn (and I'm the sort to trust but verify) except tell me, often, that porn is denigrating to women. And take my Lush bookmarks off my computer. Repeatedly.

I don't know, J., you're spot on with this generation never knowing the challenges of obtaining porn our generation experienced, but I think that the millennial generation is doing fine.
Congrats on everything, everyone.

Okay, Bill. I'm going to ease into this slowly so as not to startle. I've knocked out a sequel to Drill Day . My tired has to go in early to work OCD self hasn't quite finished agonising over it, but I'll submit it ASAP tomorrow morning.

I've never done a sequel--but this is probably possibly maybe definitely a true story, so....it's coming. I'm rather stunned myself. Rusty Nail please, Bill.
My comments seem to be split about evenly between men and women, maybe slightly tilted towards the men. This may be because I tend to write stories of < 2000 words, most well shy of that number. Quick, dirty and slutty. shrugging Maybe my writing is just good wank material.

As to age, of those commenters with whom I am familiar, age runs the gamut from 20's to 70's.
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Idk if anyone remembers me but eh. Just dropping by.


I don't, but my memory is spotty at best on anything not related to work or the other work or the other work. So welcome. I'm Jen. Have a...well, definitely not a glass of water. Alcohol is probably your best choice. Bill?
Physically? Eyes. And oddly, eyebrows and skin. The eyes are green, skin is damn near translucent white, and the eyebrows, like my hair, are incomprehensibly dark brown.

Otherwise? Leadership, ability to take command of any given situation without being asked and without being questioned, and my ability to manage the fuck out of any emergency.
Well, it's been a while. stopping to prop up Coma and Tose I finally posted a new story, sure would love it if all of you rum-or-whatever-is-in-that-cloudy-bottle soaked folks would stagger over and take a read of my slutty new definitely probably maybe not nonfiction new tale.

Drill Day: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/office-sex/-drill-day-.aspx

Bartender, Rusty Nail, neat, please. Thank you.

ETA: CONGRATULATIONS, BILL!! I'd run at you and give you a signature Jennifer flying leap hug but I'm a bit afraid I might break something. On you. Congrats!
Talk less about yourself and ask more about her interests. And in chat, or otherwise online, talking about yourself includes "oh you are so beautiful", because that is what you are thinking, along with all that follows, not necessarily what she wants to hear. For G-d's sake do not talk about your cock right off, or worse, PM her an unsolicited dick pic.

In my case, you are holding my attention if you are keeping up. I switch between politics, sex, arcane literary references and random math shit all the damn time. Do not answer a question about, say, the Aleutian Islands, with "Yah, I like beaches". Of course, some women are here for the thrill of attention, so they may be open to talking sex right off. If that's what you're after, great, good, okay.

Good luck.


balls up some shiny tinfoil for Rachel and tosses it out in the yard
We know if you're using sildenafil (Viagra), or tadalafinil (Cialis), which is generally much safer and much longer lasting. We just know. Okay, maybe some women without any medical experience or with willful blinders won't know, but it took me about 42.6 seconds after meeting a guy to know that he was taking something.

And here's the thing. A good woman won't give a half a damn (except if she's a nurse, in which case she'll run down your health history, how you obtained the drug, and suggest that maybe you should switch to tadalafinil). If it makes you feel confident, if it makes you feel better, then fantastic. That's all that matters.
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I would want to go up market, so as much as I could get!


So turning yourself into an object, to be bought at market value. That does not seem like a great plan.
I've thought about a discreet lower back tattoo with crossed flags and ivy, representing my citizenships. I've just never quite gotten around to doing it--and there are some amazing tattoo artists in the region.
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Anyone heard of Robert Pickton AKA The Pig Farmer Killer?....He was reported to have murdered between 6-49 people. He was convicted of six, but confessed to forty-nine...


Check that, convicted of the murders of six women and confessed to the murder of at least 49 women total. He was active over a time period of up to twenty years, picking up women he believed would not be missed--heroin addicts, prostitutes, First Nation women--in my hometown of Vancouver, B.C., then taking them out to his pig farm in Port Coquitlam, B.C., and eventually murdering the women.

This case is especially horrifying not just because of how he disposed of the bodies--dismembering them and packing them in barrels to be sent to a rendering plant, or dismembering them and feeding them to his pigs, which were to be slaughtered themselves for processing into various pork products destined for human consumption--but because of the numerous missed opportunities to stop Pickton's spree. Over the course of at least fifteen years, the Vancouver constabulary, Port Coquitlam constabulary, and other agencies either ignored or buried reports of the missing women and the goings-on at the farm; the Port Coquitlam constabulary even obtained consent to search the farm at one point, after being told that the Pickton farm had a chest freezer full of human flesh. The search was never carried out and Pickton is believed to have killed multiple women long after that search might have discovered evidence that might have stopped his run.

It wasn't until 2002, when the RCMP, egged on by assorted civilian groups and faced with information from individual Vancouver Police officers that had previously been buried or otherwise "lost", executed a search on the farm that things began to come together in a most horrifying manner. I won't repeat it here--it makes me sick to know that most of these women and their families will never have peace. Pickton is now in penitentiary in Quebec and his brother David, co-owner of the farm but not suspected in the actual murders, has not been seen in B.C. in a solid decade.

So. Buy a farm. A big one. Carve up the bodies, especially the long bones and skull, pack the bits in barrels, and send them to your local rendering plant with your regular load of livestock remains. Problem solved.
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Word to the wise: she owns guns and is not afraid to use them. smile



Truth. However, I'm not going to waste ammunition on some idiot calling me a slut. Much easier just to drop the bastard.
Are you and I currently in an active, monogamous relationship? Have we talked about my being treated like an object? Are you and I currently engaged in sexual activity? Then yes, calling me a "slut" is absolutely fine.

Now, if I don't know you, or know you only in passing, and you call me a slut in any context, you'll find yourself quite quickly faced with a cold stare and an abrupt end to the conversation, if you're lucky. If luck is not so much on your side and I feel that your choice of verbiage plus physical actions warrant it, you'll find yourself quite quickly levelled, on the ground and with emergency services en route (I'm the compassionate sort).

So, I'd suggest that you err on the side of caution and be very careful about whom and under what circumstances you address any woman as "slut", if only because concussions suck.