Took the full Myers-Briggs in uni about four years ago, then did it again last July and again just now. Same result every single time.
INTJ. The architect.
Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.
As Charlotte said, we fall into the 'constant improvers' section and are often perfectionists. I can be ridiculously anally retentive about simple shit, but if it's wrong I feel so uneasy.
I love flying. It can be such a dull, grey, rainy winters day, but once you get above those clouds it's sunny and peaceful. The views are beautiful- once watched a thunderstorm from above the clouds as we flew over Italy, it was spectacular! Transatlantic business class flights are lovely too, I wish I could fly like that every time.
I'm not the keenest on the security theatre at the airport, but I think everyone is in the same boat there.
Simple as that really, I just find it interesting! Also, any specific brands of body jewellery you like and would recommend?
My husband's armpits in the evening! Still clean and fresh after his shower in the morning but just that hint of pheromone laced fresh sweat. It drives me wild.
My husband on a conference call, while I'm tucked up snug in bed still!
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From breathing heavily to full on screaming, and begging to outright instructions... it all happens in our house and it's all real. My husband was the one who made me realise that I'm allowed to get what I want too (a real revelation because my ex fiancé was a selfish so and so) and so made me promise never to fake it, which is a promise I've kept!
As for hurrying him along, I've found a select few phrases that seem to make him cum harder. When it becomes clear he's ready, I talk to him. But it's not to make him finish, it's to make it more enjoyable for him. If I'm getting sore or bored I just tell him and then we 're-evaluate' and see what's next.
What I want more than anything is for my husband to get in from work before 8pm so that we have chance to enjoy a delicious home cooked meal, a bottle of red wine and a good long chat before falling into bed tipsy and happy.
Flowers and chocolates are nice. Having said that, he always goes mad and buys fancy pants chocolates. The last ones cost £26 for a box of 8 which made me feel really guilty when I found out. As for flowers, calla lilies are my favourite but are poisonous to cats. My two girls are nosey, stubborn (typical cats then) and will chew and plant life that gets brought inside. So, to prevent their untimely demise, we don't buy lilies. A couple of times he's bought expensive bouquets (£80+) and they're pretty but not what I really want. I've told him to buy me petrol station or supermarket flowers if he has to buy them, but he thinks it's a trap. I'd rather he saved the £100 and put it to better use- savings, holiday fund, towards an eternity ring.
As for something personal or handmade, that's a better solution. I get treat like a princess all year round to be honest, I neither want nor need for anything other than him. He works too hard to afford our comfortable lifestyle and so all I want is for him to come home to me, early enough that I can spoil him. If not, it's not the end of the world because he gets treat like my King all year too!
I have a Facebook account and I use it a reasonable amount. My friends and family are spread out over the country and I've moved away too. This means I don't see them as much as I'd like to and Facebook is a great way to stay up-to-date, I can see photos and what they're up to no matter where either of us are. It doesn't replace traditional methods though, for me it's an addition. I call my auntie once a week, same goes for my grandparents, and I email them bits and bobs too, especially sending photos to my gramma. I call my dad daily and speak to my brother and close friends every day or two... it's just another option!
Unyielding, perspicacious, considerate.
0. It's very rare for me to have friends online because of the small number I have and secondly because of bloody inconsiderate time zones.
Nurse employed in the NHS, I was clearly a sinner in another life.
Cunt, prick, fucking pleb are my top three. I say cunt a lot though. I use it as a compliment, an insult, a verb, an adjective, a noun... it's a word for every occasion.
Met Office to peruse the forecast. Thrilling.
I agree with Mustang about counselling. There are therapists who will focus on this kind of thing as their speciality. They will be able to help and support you throughout this so it's maybe worth seeing them before you make any final decisions.
I think you would indeed have a moral responsibility to tell her. If you know, your wife knows and yet your daughter doesn't, well, it just doesn't seem right. And the law clearly agrees... You might be interested in the statement below. You need consent. Valid, informed, handwritten consent or it's illegal.
'Please note that it is an offence under section 45 of the Human Tissue Act to have any bodily material with intent to analyse the DNA in it without qualifying consent, subject to certain exceptions. In order to send a sample for analysis, the person or donor of that sample must give their consent in writing in order for us to test their sample. Furthermore, in order to be fully compliant with the Human Tissue Act, the donor of the sample must also be made aware of how their DNA sample will be used. Failure to comply with the Human Tissue Act is a criminal offence.'
Ahh, for me it's just about the feeling of fullness and being left with aching loins. If it's excitement you're after then a second real cock ought to do the job. I'm sure you'll both enjoy it thoroughly!
I've met two people from here. One was just platonic coffee. The other was way more. We ended up not having sex because there were too many feelings and we would have struggled afterwards.
But there's one man I would love to meet, providing of course that we could ride off into the sunset together!
Most of the men I have fallen for have been people I can't have. Or you get with them for a bit and find out they're married etc. It takes time (maybe a month, maybe a few years, maybe more, depends on the situation and the person) and tears, but you're always okay in the end.
Does your first born child look strikingly dissimilar from the others? Does she have a completely different temperament/ personality/ outlook/ intelligence level than your other kids? Is there anything other than the coinciding dates that make you think you're not her father?
If you do the DNA test and you are her biological father, your wife is going to be hurt that you didn't believe her but life will pretty much go on as normal.
If however the DNA test were to show you're not your first child's genetic parent... that's a whole other story. For nearly thirty years you'll have been raising another man's child- will you feel differently about her while you're coming to terms with it, will you one day throw it in her face in the heat of an argument, will you look at your first grandchild and feel bitter because they're not 'yours'? What does it mean for your relationship with your wife, knowing that she lied to you when she confessed to her affair, knowing that for thirty years she's been hiding this? Wondering if the man she had the affair with knows about the child, have they ever met, did they get on, does your daughter look like him?
My husband and I have been trying for two and a half years so I know about the associated stresses of not being able to conceive, but I also know that the overriding desire is to be a parent. I would happily adopt right now and from conversations I've had with others in similar positions, they largely agree. You got your daughter, and she was happy and healthy.
What difference will it make, realistically? You've raised her as your own for nigh on thirty years. You taught her to walk and talk, you helped her with her homework, you bought her first pair of shoes, you've warded off boys you thought were trouble, you picked her up from sleepovers when she was homesick, you picked her up from the bar when she was drunk, she made you birthday cards and Father's Day presents and you're the first man she ever loved. Genetics aren't everything. She is, irrevocably, your daughter because you made her into the woman she is today.
If the test showed you were not her biological father you would have a moral responsibility to tell her. Which would mean telling all your kids. You'd also have to explain the affair, the open marriage, the most private of private things between you and your wife would have to be outed... it also leaves your daughter in a tricky position- does she want to meet this man or not and does your wife even still know him after all these years? What if they get on really well and she wants him to be a bigger part of her life?
I see a lot of cons and not many pros. Be very wary of what you are wading into and remember curiosity killed the cat. This could all backfire terribly. You have a family who love you and they are yours. Blood doesn't determine that.
I've never had two men inside me simultaneously, but we have tried this with hubby and a dildo. It is most pleasurable, the dildo we use is glass so we let it chill a little first which takes the edge off the burn and then hubby is in complete control and you're not being torn in two different directions. Hope that helps even a little!
For a second I was like 'no, never ever, now that's a shame and something that needs fixing'. However, I have watched and been watched on many occasions. God bless group sex!
It's hard to be compassionate sometimes when you have idiots like these taking up your time when you're also looking after seriously ill people. It tends to be the people who don't need to be there that are the ones complaining. Anyway, grumble over! And thank you 
