Don't know about that, had a small butt plug in me while Hubby's taken good care of the rest of me, and that's kind of fun, but two guys with two different motions, etc? Sounds like if they get out of hand it could really hurt. Let us know how it goes!
This one's been asked in three gazillion differing ways, and the answer never changes. Give me a real man with a heart and a desire to sincerely please me, and he'll do just fine. It doesn't matter if his dick is 5 inches or 10 inches. Not confident yourself? Learn how to LISTEN to a woman, learn how to read her body, and you'll do fine.
Wouldn't change a thing. Everything I've ever done, every bad decision, relationship, etc. all led me to where I am now, happily married, a wonderful little girl and a good job that I enjoy. There are people I've known who have more money, bigger houses, better cars, but what I've got is worth one hell of a lot more than any of those things.
Let me clarify my post, once I stopped looking for certain things in my "ideal guy", like he had to be so tall,, etc, etc., I found THE guy who didn't fit all of my previous definitions, but he damn well made my heart do things it never had before. If you're looking for a guy to shag, sure, be picky, if you're looking for the ONE, throw out those ideals...and you'll be surprised at who shows up.
Recently hubby's inventive mind came up with one that kind of stunned me, given my tendency to shop a bit...shoe salesman/picky customer. He was at an auction of store fixtures, etc and found the measuring gizmo and little stool and everything. He set up about 20 pairs of my shoes in boxes in the bedroom and "showed me around" the "store" while checking me out and then when I tried them on his hand kept "slipping" further and further up my legs...doing it on the fully made bed with boxes, shoes and tissue paper everywhere was quite a turn on!
I wonder if we can build a "dressing room" in there as well?
We all get turned on by different things, doesn't bother me if someone gets into something I don't or what have you.
My ideal man?
The one I married.
'Nuff said.
I have a very accurate nose, I'd be able to tell in a nanosecond it wasn't my man. Besides, our, uh, interactions always involve some good talking, and that, too would be a giveaway. Now, say I was with hubby, and, oh, I dunno, Johnny Depp (a girl can dream, right?) and they were both ravaging me, I might not be able to tell who's hand or what have you was where...lol!
Just as the second trimester got going I was a total whore. Anytime, anywhere, and I was good to go. Hubby LOVED it, and when we recently discussed another baby, he questioned if he was up to it again...lol
Blessed with long legs (and having played volleyball most of my life) they still look good at 40-ish...the boobs, well, they could be a bit bigger, but they've stayed where they are so far, so that's not too bad. The tummy is back to it's "before baby" shape, but it's a struggle. One candy bar too many, and it shows!
Guys like Wil Smith, Denzel Washington and oh my oh my the Old Spice guy.....definitely on the TDL....
Hope she's better soon! My own record was nearly a year, and now if I'm a week without, it's rare...:-)
Everybody's different, and there's nothing wrong with it, except I get seriously pissed when some of them manage to find a great pair of shoes in guy's sizes and I can find the same pair in women's sizes.
Doesn't bother me in the slightest, my man has a few from a BMX crash, a football injury and and odd one on his earlobe. They're character to me, now the tiny one on my own leg freaks me out, even though it's rather tiny and hardly noticeable unless you're looking right at it.
Up, even though I bawl my eyes out during the montage every single time. I felt perfectly stupid standing there in Target weeping while shopping the other day.
As it's so easy to change, does it really matter?
NAVY SEALS? I scoff at their "toughness". Let's see them try:
The Castlequeen Kick-Ass Mommy/Wife Test!
1. Do four loads of laundry between arrival home from work (5-6:15 pm) and 7pm dinner. Don't forget the dryer sheets. Fold. Put away.
2. Change diaper and re-clothe infant twice in same time. Reclothe self due to infant vomit. (Hot water? AS IF.)
3. Prepare dinner from semi-prepared ingredients, scratch one dinner item due to missing ingredient, beg husband to watch child while scrambling for alternative to potatoes.
4. Serve dinner, be charming and listen to hubby's day. Act interested. Deal with fussy child who decides her dinner would look better on wall. Clean up, re-clothe child.
5. Clean up of all dishes and tidy house by 8 pm. Deal with child who does not want to go to sleep and you can't make her. Find strength not put child to sleep permanently.
6. Type case notes from long work day, this takes two hours minimum, but you only get from 8:30 to 9:00 because "Come, sit down and relax and watch some TV!"
7. Pray for strength not to kill hubby.
8. Watch 30 minute inane sitcom. Wish for hot death for attractive 20-something star with perfect tits and ass. Slap hubby for being too obvious in lust for her.
9. Try to finish work from 9:30 to 10 pm.
10. Go to bed.
That's just the weekday portion of the test.
WEEKEND!
1. Crying child awakens you at 6:53 am. Heck who needs 8 hours of sleep, right?
2. Make breakfast for family because hubby's "getting his golf stuff together". Clean up child. Clean up child's breakfast which now decorates kitchen. Curse lack of paper towels. Make note on shopping list.
3. Get infant ready for shopping excursion while hubby fairly sprints out of house to golf. He'd help but "it's an important client he's playing with".
4. Deal with infant who does not want to get into car seat. Child now has strength of Incredible Hulk. Fight with child for fifteen minutes, successfully latch child in. Then release child due to bathroom neccessity. Re-battle child into car seat. Attempt to listen to Beatles, fail, listen to annoying childrens music. Attempt to stop self from vomitting or going insane.
5. Get to Target. Wrestle child into submission and into shopping cart. Breathe sigh of relief and enjoy soy hot chocolate at in-store Starbucks. Take eyes off of child for one second. She throws hot chocolate onto floor. Consider offering child to nearest passerby as "free gift for shopping at Target". All look like type who will report you to Child Services. Curse under breath.
6. Get half of items on list. While perusing items on rest of list, realize child got too close to shelf and has pulled 43 bags of M&M's onto floor and into cart. Apologize profusely to store staff while attempting to help, child begins screaming because she is not involved in work.
7. Calm child. Calm self. Why the hell is Valium not over the counter?
8. Pay for shopping. Realize child has pulled in razor blades, breath mints and copy of Us. All have been slimed. Damn it, same bitch from sitcom is on cover. I want her dead.
9. Drop off dry cleaning rapidly to avoid child desiring to play with plastic bags.
10. Grocery store. Where's the vodka? Child eats half basket of strawberries while I look for good apples. Clean up child and self in restroom. Finish shopping while avoiding "grabby hands" from loading cart with steak, glue, pinto beans and curry mix. Dear god, they have Frappucino at aisle cooler! Rejoice.
11. Sucker. While wondering why Johnny Depp doesn't rescue you from hell, little miss fidget upends frappucino. Sob quietly until you pay for groceries. Take long way home, hitting drive thru coffee on the way, turn up stereo to drown out crying child. Enjoy beverage.
12. Unload groceries and other items, realize child pulled same brand of breath mints into grocery cart. She is consistent.
13. Child naps. For 13 minutes and phone rings to awaken her. It is salesman. Imply his parents weren't married before slamming phone down. Soothe child with song. Fall asleep on chair in child's room. Waken 47 minutes later to find child sleeping peacefully. Breathe sigh of relief. Loud shout wakens child, as hubby and client/new friend come in, client hit best game "EVER!". Be nice business wife and not kill client.
14. Listen to boring recap of golf. Wrestle child back into carseat, and drop child off and grandparent's house.
15. Screw the Beatles, I have some headbanger stuff on the iPod. "Can't Drive 55" roars out of stereo as I drive to restaurant.
16. Greet friend. Have lunch. Blood pressure is almost back to normal...and cell phone rings. "Honey, I need some new jeans, will you get me some?"
17. Hit mall. 19 year old bitch in shoe department does not know who she's messing with. I try on 37 pairs of shoes. Find NONE I like. "if only those strappy ones came in a hunter green." Hit different store. Old favorite salesperson knows me and finds, aha, same strappy style, in correct color! Rejoice. Also finds killer sandals with blue accents. Not enough blue in wardrobe. Need...new skirt and blouse.
18. What the hell? Are they making these smaller because I am SOO a size 7 still!!!! "If I needed a size 9 I'd be fat and I'm not fat am I?" Salesperson is wise and has strong self preservation instinct and says that factories don't always follow specs correctly. Agrees that is probably a 7 with a 9 label. "I've always worn mediums for blouses, do I look like I need a LARGE?!?" Best friend stifles laughter and looks sympathetic for poor salesperson.
19. Sweet Jesus H. Christ, I need this %$#@*& Cinnabon.
20. Return home with purchases to find hubby has started BBQ and has dinner grilling with potato salad and garden salad he made, he has also picked up child who is presentable clean and apparently on best behavior. Aw hell, it's not so bad as I hold her in my arms while hubby embraces me from behind.
50 situps in two minutes? Pffft.
Not long ago, we were treated to a trip to Romania, and it was wonderful. Great food, great scenery and some of the loveliest 14th and 15th century buildings in the world. There are whole parts of some cities that are more or less unchanged since then, and it's really breathtaking. Plus, a visit to Castle Dracula? Enough of those teenage girl vampire stories, you get the real inspiration for the whole legend right there! We also went into Moldova and spent time in Bulgaria and most importantly, it's quite affordable!
if it's perfectly legal, tell her fairly soon. Holding something like that back can hurt a relationship later on. If it's something fairly harmless, go for it right away! I had a guy once tell me he was really into caressing a girl's legs while she was wearing pantyhose. He told me this on the first date, and on the second date, I decided to let him roam!
1. I was a virgin until I was 19.
2. I'm actually a pretty good volleyball player.
3. I drive very well at high speeds.
4. I once put a live snake into a teacher's desk for giving me a bad grade. To this day, I have no idea why I chose that method of retribution at the age of eight.
5. If that category on Final Jeopardy is "60's British Rock", I'm betting it all.
I'd take the ability to shrink and fly, like the Wasp! The sting would be kind of fun, too!
I'd be careful of the bedroom persona stuff, the outer stuff is easy, but being much more dominant (or submissive) in the bedroom could freak both of you out if you're not used to it. Accents are fun, being a James Bond type, having her be Miss Scarlet, etc, etc are all very fun. Just decide on limits beforehand...nothing as awkward that particular game going wrong in public...:-)
It shows so much more love and care if he puts out the effort himself, whereas it's just signing a credit card slip otherwise. He cooks for me now and again, and even if it's not the best cooking, the love he puts into it is the best sauce in the world! I think he's actually wanting to learn more stuff in the kitchen so he can make our little one grilled cheeses, mac and cheese and other kid favorites!
Hubby's got a moderately hairy chest which I love, but in recent years the back started to resemble the front, hence, he got sugared on the back. In the early days he trimmed it tight down there because he thought I liked it better, but once I told him it was OK, he let it revert to it's jungle-like state. He's also recently gotten a bit shaggy on oddly enough, his calves, but not the rest of his legs, is that something any other guy has noticed, or girls have you seen it on your men as they get older? I can braid the hair on his calves almost, but very little on the thighs or even the ankles? What is up with that? I may have to take him for another sugaring appointment!
As someone who does a lot of research, I'm surprised I didn't hear of this through professional channels first, but mighty interesting. Naturally, I'll look for a way to use it to my advantage with hubby, but, hey, all's fair, etc, etc...
Interesting thought, becoming male for a day. Oddly enough, part of the fun would be spending all of 30 seconds getting ready to leave the house, brush my teeth, run a comb through the hair and you're DONE?!? What a great deal they have! Another fun thing I'd do is pig out and enjoy the fact that no one cares if a guy eats an entire plate of hot wings, but the girl who does is gunning for another three inches on her hips...then I'd chug beer from the can. I'll drink it from bottles, but I have to pour it into a glass if it's a can, but hey, I'd be a guy, and they don't care if they look like cavemen!
Hubby and I watch Penny Flame's Rough Sex "instructional" video all the time, has all kinds of spanking, etc in it.
Things We Said Today, still a hauntingly beautiful song...
