I live alone, so I'm often naked or near naked. Mostly t-shirt and panties kind of girl.
My boyfriend. ;) Because, well, he was whispering naughty things in my ear as I was doing it.
I'm totally down to with the Wolf ;) Don't know if Kiera is game, though.
I was just out the other day without panties...though I was wearing pants. :P As for the question, I may go out without them on. But, I'd not be out and take them off. That is weird to me.
I've written about it in stories, but never actually tried it. I would, though.
If I'm using just my hands, I only play with my clit. If I'm using toys, I like a vibrator, but I own ones that have attached clit simulators, so it is still getting where I want it the most.
I had to take a step back and try not to gag over Clum's post, but erm, the biggest thing that has entered me has been a cock, attached to a man. Crazy, right?
No, it is nasty and degrading. In my opinion.
To each their own who do like it. Good on you.
Both Orange is the New Black and Game of Thrones is in my lists to watch, but I too avoided them when people were going crazy over them. I did the same with True Blood, Breaking Bad and many others. I'm always late to the game for one reason or another.
I wouldn't be offended if my partner asked me to try something. I'd be offended if they didn't accept my answer, if it wasn't in their favor. I'm willing to try almost anything, but, everyone has limits. And your partners should always respect that.
Nope, sure haven't.
Also, mod, please fix the title of this thread. *cringes* Please?
First off all, she didn't say it was from this site. Though, it may be, hence her asking here, we could be wrong.
As many said, most people don't take online relationships seriously. They suck. They know how to play a good game, put up a kick ass front and pull the rug from under you when you least expect it.
(Yes, I'm talking with experience. On and off of this site)
The best you can do is let go. Move on, be it another online relationship, or something in person.
Best of luck.
You have lovely breasts. I'm sure anyone who has the chance to play with them would enjoy it immensely.
I honestly suck at moving on. I usually give my 110% to a relationship, even when I know it is going to hell. I fight with all I have to make it work, to fix it, to make it better. Which usually leads to them being the ones to break up with me. Because I don't believe in giving up. So, that makes it hard for me to let go and move on, even once we're broken up.
I'm often told "let's be friends" crap afterwards. Thinking this is what they really, truly mean, and when they can't follow up, I become bitter and angry. Causing me to have a harder time to let go, because I'm hurt over this lie also. Depending on what ex it is, I have a hard time ever fully letting go. Even if I'm in a new relationship. Certain things will set me off and upset me. I guess I'm kind of sad like that. *shrugs*
Relationships suck, they suck even more when they end and don't end on very good terms. I think it is always easier for the one who is doing the breaking up, than it is for the one who is broken up with. I've only ever broken up with three people, two of those were in my teen aged years. The one from my adult life, took me a very long time to do, so by the time I finally did the breaking up, I was already over him. If that makes any sense.
I've battled depression all my life.
I attempted to kill myself for the first time when I was fourteen years old. I've attempted a few times since then. I've been admitted to the physic ward, both against my will and on my own. When I was fourteen I was diagnosed with bipolar and manic depressive, thrown on shit ton of medication, changing constantly to find the ones to suit me best. Aye, guess what? None really suited me. Ugh. I gave up trying and ended up back there. On and off throughout my life.
I can be extremely low, often, lasting for months at a time. I usually coast in an unstable numbness mostly, and rarely, I have spurts of crazed highs, where I feel unstoppable. Those usually don't last long, a few hours tops. Which usually lead to crashing and crashing fucking HARD. I sink into a deep self hate and nothing can pull me from it. I just need to grin and bear it, because that motherfucker rips through me life a ragged knife with no remorse.
Being bipolar, or any form of depression is no fucking JOKE!