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Lunafalls
Over 90 days ago
Straight Female, 68
United States

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I've always been shy around people I don't know. I hate being in a room where I don't know anyone, and I'm terrified of speaking in front of a large group.
Three-and-a-half. One guy was too drunk to make it happen, but we did try so I count him as one-half. I've been faithfully married since age 20.
Two women arrived at the gate of heaven at about the same time and struck up a conversation while they were waiting in line.

One of them asked the other, "How did you die?" She answered, "I froze to death." "That must have been awful!" said the first woman. "Oh, it wasn't that bad. Once I stopped shivering, it was kind of like I just went to sleep. . . . And how did you die?"

"I had a heart attack. I had been suspicious that my husband was having an affair, and I was determined to catch him. I came home early from work one afternoon, saw that my husband was there too, and dashed into the house to catch him in the act. I found my husband just sitting on the couch, alone, in his underwear. I was sure he was hiding a woman in the house, so I ran around checking all the other rooms on the first floor but found nothing. Then I ran down to the basement and looked all over. I still didn't find anyone, so I ran back up two flights of stairs to check all the bedrooms -- but then I had a heart attack from all that activity."

The second woman stated, "Well, it's too bad you didn't look in the freezer, or we'd BOTH still be alive!"
As a reader, I hate it! When I have a relevant, interesting comment to make, I do so; but I don't like being forced to write something in the comments just to give a score on a story. Most of the comments given on such stories end up being meaningless fluff -- a waste of time to read and write.
I would.
And I would lose my cyber virginity to the same man, too.
I've occasionally used a vibrating razor (just the handle, of course) when my real vibrator was broken or misplaced. It works fine!

For insertion, I've used the handle of a hairbrush when nothing else was handy.
Drawing. I can't draw anything more involved than stick figures.
Every summer I fantasize about living on a remote farm where I could just run around naked outside all the time, with no concerns about neighbors or someone coming to the house. But then there are the spy satellites. . . .
Hot cocoa, for the first morning this season. Trying the "Arctic White" flavor". Tasty, but it's not gonna satisfy a strong chocolate craving.
I've occasionally tried going for two, but I seem to have decreased sensitivity after orgasm -- doesn't this happen to anyone else? A second one takes much longer and the feeling is less enjoyable.

I always feel quite satisfied after one, though.
I would much rather be the voyeur -- because I hate being the center of attention!
I love little background details that help me picture the whole scene in my mind -- the room or location where the sexual action takes place. I guess it makes a story seem more "real".
Once and only once, I got so aroused from a breast-sucking session that when I then reached down and touched my clit, I literally came instantly. I have never come from anything without ANY clitoral stimulation, though, and I can't imagine that I ever could.
Four, on some occasions in the past when I was exceptionally aroused about one fantasy or another.
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Love it. I just wish there was a more erotic word for them.

Balls, testes, nuts. I mean come on.
Until I find a more appealing word it won't surface much in my writing.


"Gonads", LOL
It happens a LOT when reading the stories here! Also when I am communicating with someone I'm attracted to, or even at other times when I'm only just thinking about them.
How a jumbo jet weighing several hundred tons can stay up in the air . . . just by the way air moves over the wings???