Seeing all you lovely ladies say you've never been drunk makes me think I had a misspent youth! Whilst drunk I've fucked a couple of strangers, my best mate, had an impromptu orgy with half a dozen friends, gave a friend head in an alleyway, exposed myself inappropriately, declared my undying (platonic) love for every friend I've ever been around while drunk.... I could go on, but you get the picture. When I'm drunk it's all about the love, be that emotional or physical!
The ONLY thing he does that I have to beg him for is spanking me when I've been naughty. Only good girls get their bottoms spanked but sometimes if I pout enough I get one lone slap even I've been bad. Apart from that, it's his rules all the time, which is just how I like it.
Came for the stories, stayed for the people. There really are some lovely folk on here and there's always something interesting to read!
Always erect. A flaccid penis is no good to me. It's like trying to get a marshmallow in a coin slot.
I absolutely have. It's a wonderful way to spend a little time, or even a long time.
Happiness, for me, is the little things.
The way my tummy flips when I hear his voice.
A cold beer on a warm day.
My cats coming running when they hear me engine.
My step son telling me he's the luckiest boy in the world because I'm his extra mummy.
Leaving work knowing I made a difference or saved a life.
A cup of tea and a good book.
Putting my feet up and vegging out with my favourite show on.
Sunbathing in the nude in complete silence.
Long sunny afternoons with my friends and their little ones.
The way he smiles when I'm naughty- and I mean actually naughty not kinky naughty!
Feeling loved, safe, looked after, wanted...
My husband filling up the toilet roll holder.
A glass of merlot and quiet.
Long drives by myself.
Seeing my dad's face when I turn up back at home unexpectedly.
Staying up until it's hours after my bedtime because I don't want to have to stop talking to him.
Currently looking incredibly sexy in my work uniform and crocs hahahaha.
The thought of a man choosing me over his wife doesn't turn me on in and of itself. The man or the scenario may turn me on. But not just that I'm not his wife... I've always been very anti-cheating and unable to understand how anyone could be happy in anything other than a monogamous relationship. Recent events have changed my outlook and I have found myself very attracted to a married man. I am also married. But my mind and body want what they want, and right now, that's not my husband, but this other man.
I now see the lure of an open relationship and understand how affairs happen, as naive as that sounds. It's flattering to be wanted by a married man, yes, but sometimes it's so much more. When you want them back in the same way it's exciting, terrifying and daunting.
I'm happy-ish. They're uneven, like maybe a cup size. I know it's normal. But my ego doesn't seem to care about what's normal, it just wants perfectly symmetrical titties.
I would say that I tend to lean towards emotional fucking. I couldn't fuck someone I didn't feel I was emotionally compatible with... That's not to say I am adverse to one night stands or that I have to be deeply in love with someone, but we have to at least get on.
Then again, certain aspects of someone's physicality really turn me on and make me want to fuck them. But if they were a complete asshole I wouldn't actually do it.
Then, of course, there is the difference between fucking and love making. Sometimes I fuck my husband and sometimes we make love. Say he comes home from work in his suit and just looks amazing- I want to fuck him. If we have spent a lovely day together and I feel safe, loved and wanted, I'm more likely to make love to him. Both are amazing and special in their own way.
I could also make love to someone I wasn't actually in love with, if the feeling was right and I felt the feelings.... Interesting question!
Hubby knows I use lush, but he just thinks I read stories on here. He would not be impressed it'll he knew what I got up to!
Well, everyone always takes the piss out of the British weather, and for good reason too. But we are currently experiencing what I believe to be summer (can't be sure as I don't think I've ever witnessed one before). Today it peaked at 33 which means my bedroom is now 27 and it's humid as hell and I can't sleep so I'm grumpy. Right now I think I'd rather have the traditional rainy summer haha.
Obviously! This shouldn't even be a question hahahaha.
Strong hands and a cheeky smile.
It depends for me too! I love both quite honestly, although I've never managed to reach climax through oral stimulation.
Warning: this adult contains a little. Please expect tantrums, giggles and an unhealthy amount of decibels.
You need to have a very open and honest conversation with her about it. It may be that she is happy with how things are and is unwilling to change or she may have no idea she isn't fulfilling your needs and will immediately want to be a better lover for you.
You NEED to do this before you get married. Seriously. My ex fiancé was crap in the sack and after I tried to have a chat with him about it I realised it was never going to change- he was getting his fill of mundane nilla nookie and that was all that mattered to him. We broke up very shortly afterwards and, honestly, the sex was about 60% of the reason why. Personally I couldn't spend the rest of my life with someone who didn't meet my needs- be it sexual, emotional, physical or so on- and didn't care that it was an issue for me.
Magical Felix really does have a point.
Not at my current place of work but I have done in previous employment.
I LOVE hairy men. Like, if you can comb and part you chest/ tummy hair then get in my bed.
I like it when Daddy calls me his little slut but otherwise no.
Ralf Gyllenhammar and Gabriel Macht.
If he wouldn't engage in really rough sex then it would have to be a no. I left my ex for that reason.
Of all the men and women I have had sex with I've only loved one. My husband and I met online and spoke on the phone for hours every night for weeks. When we met and went out for a proper date it sealed the deal- I loved him. Without reservation. We slept together that night. Took me three weeks to tell him I loved him though because I was worried I'd scare him off if I declared my emotions too soon.
But up until that point, I was pretty happy sleeping with guys and girls I found attractive and enjoyed spending time with, without being in love with them.
Depends if I've had a glass of red with dinner or annihilated myself with a bottle of something stronger. A drink or two can loosen me up nicely but too many and sex is a vomit inducing, messy and hazy affair.
Hell yes! I have around a dozen different ones- colours, materials, textures, lengths, girths... I add to my collection whenever possible.
I love being laid on the bed and masturbating while my husband stands on the floor next to me and strokes his cock, I enjoy feeling overpowered by him when he's towering over me like that. There's something very erotic about watching a guy get himself off. Plus, you get to watch how he does it and therefore how he likes it- you might even learn some tips to give him better hand jobs when you do it for him.
