Oh yes! That is the first way I ever masturbated. And if my vibrators ever were all broken, I'd be right back in the tub.
I really, really miss the hamburgers!!! I know I could eat something else here, but sometimes that's just the only thing I'm lookin' for.
No, I certainly didn't. The whole thing only lasted about 10 seconds!
Under a blanket, sitting in the stands at an NFL game (Well, the game got boring!).
Yes, but not to orgasm. A steamy story will cause my hand to go right into my pants for rubbing and play. Then at a later time, favorite elements from a story might get used in a fantasy for serious masturbation.
Try laying your arms and head (turned sideways) forward on the bed while the back of you is on your knees. It improves the "angle" and is the only way I've ever been able to enjoy it.
You have the same age difference as my husband and me, and we've been successfully married for 36 years. I was younger than you, only 20, when I got married and yes, my parents and other people were against it; but they got over it a long time ago. Yours will, too, when they see your happiness and realize it's working. Good luck!
I never have, but I think I would like it -- but only in the summer!
This is a snappy comeback if someone says "Fuck you" -- Say "I'd be bored, and you'd fall in love."
Mug of black cherry flavored hot tea.
Errors used to really grate on me when reading something, but I have mostly gotten used to it, I guess. Many of the stories here on Lush have lots of little errors, but I just read right past them; they no longer interrupt my enjoyment of the story. I do find it a little more disturbing in a newspaper or published book.
No . . . . But it might be fun to go out in public for a brief time with something in . . . .
Missionary on our sex pillow and with one of my ankles on his shoulder.l
I used to send my husband into the sex store when I needed a new one -- way too shy to go in there myself! The store closed, so now I buy online.
Counting Stars by OneRepublic
My husband and I quote from "Young Frankenstein" constantly.
"Get me out of here, get me the hell out of here!"
"You are talking about the nonsensical ravings of a lunatic mind."
"You better keep your mouth SHUT!"
"Yes, yes, we ALL know what he did."
"Could be worse . . . could be raining!"
"Elevate me!"
Not with a picture, but I have with a mirror.
McDonald's unsweetened iced tea, sweetened with Splenda. I pick one up almost every time I go out of the house.
"The Christmas Shoes". It makes me want to throw up, and I refuse to listen to it.
That our son's girlfriend had an abortion back when they were both in high school, about 10 years ago . . . . Well, it feels good to get THAT off my chest! My son doesn't even know that I know -- I found the indisputable paperwork in his room. Somehow I've never been able to tell my husband or thought that I should.
For the last several years I only wore them when I went out of the house. This summer I pretty much gave them up altogether. Just love the feeling of going without.
YES, only if I am alone in the house and only if the windows aren't open! Like to talk dirty to myself in certain fantasy situations.
They seem to bore me, for the most part. Just don't find that style exciting.