Awakened - A story written for a friend....

I'm cheating today because I didn't have time to write anything new. I wrote this for a friend about a year ago and found it while cleaning out my desk today. I hope you enjoy your breakfast.....
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This morning, it was perfect.

Just the right combination between hard and soft.

I could tell it was ready because it jiggled just a little when you touched it for me, but it sprung right back in place. Right then, I knew it was going to be good.

You knew it too.

You looked at it like you hadn’t eaten in weeks; I even saw a little bit of saliva drip off the corner of your lip as you put your hands close and felt the heat. You reached out to touch it, to get a bit of the flavor in your mouth, but I slapped your hand away, taunting you, waving it close to your face, inches from your lips, but then pulled away.

I knew the flavor was going to be good and the anticipation of seeing your reaction was almost better than the real thing.

I new you were going to put it in your mouth, roll it around a little bit, moan with your mouth closed and just savor the taste, just a hint of salt, and the strong spice of your favorite meat.

You started bouncing up and down on the edge of the bed. “Come On!” you shout, “Give it to me... Please…. I’m sooooo hungry and it looks soooooo good.”

“Do you promise to swallow?” I asked.

“Swallow?” you moaned, “I’m going to devour it. I’m going to let it roll over every taste bud. I’m going to let it sit on my tongue until the heat is too much to bear, and then I’m going to throw my head back and swallow every last taste. And then, my dear, I’m going to ask for seconds. Can you handle that? Can you give me two servings?”

“If you keep talking like that I’ll give you a dozen.”

“Are you ready?” I asked as I stood up.

“Yes” Was your reply. Your voice was barely above a whisper as I crossed over to you.

I stood close with it in my hand. Outside the window, I could hear the leaf-blower in our neighbor’s driveway and the squeaky doors of the school bus picking up the kids for school. I move in close and you spread your legs to let me in closer. My knees brushed against your inner thighs and you leaned against me.

“Close your eyes” I murmured.

“I want to taste it,” you say in that dreamy, hungry voice you get in the morning.

“Open your mouth”

Your eyes closed as your head tilted back and your tongue comes out, pink and wet and ready. My tongue is jealous that it is not the chosen one.

Your beautiful face radiates up at me and it’s all I can do to keep myself from bending over to kiss you gently on the forehead. Your hair spills over your bare shoulders and covers your chest, hiding the gently sloping curves.

“Feed Me” you moan. And I comply.

I put it in your mouth and your lips close around it. True to form, you moan and I get goose bumps from the sound. Your jaw moves as it bounces back and forth across your full sensuous tongue. I can see your eyes rolling up in your head as you savor the taste and pull the fragrance in through your nose.

I can almost feel it moving to the back of your throat, my favorite point is about to arrive.

Your throw your head back and swallow. You take your time, savoring, enjoying, memorizing how it feels.

I step back, smiling, watching.

As you calm down your eyes open and meet mine. You smile seductively and lick your lips.

“That was delicious.” You say with a pout, “I love the way you make scrambled eggs. Did you make hash browns? I’m starving.” I hand over your breakfast plate and get out of the way. Your TV show is on, and I’m late for work.

“Bye Honey” is the last thing I hear before the door closes behind me.

A Merry Christmas to All, and to all a Good Bite

So, are we all back at work? Blogging when we should be working? Working when we should be blogging?

After 6 wonderful days away from work and only 8 hours in the clutches of my in-laws, I have come out of the holiday's well-fed, unhurt, and generally unscathed. As usual, the kids in the clan ended up with way too many gifts to be stored in my tiny little house so next week we go through our annual ritual of cleaning out the toy closet. We make the little ones donate enough of their old toys to make room for the new ones. Sometimes, if they can't stand to get rid of the old ones, they will donate some of their new toys. But let's face it, some of the gifts each year are just crap.

My side of the family sets a budget ($150 this year) and we draw family names so each family buys gifts for 1 other family. With $150 you can get something big, or several smaller gifts for each member of the family, but when there are 11 grandkids in the group, no one can afford to get each kid something nice, and no one wants to play favorites, so everybody gets some crappy Barbie knock-off doll for under $10, or worse, a craft kit that has 5,000 beads, 2 feet of string, and a box that couldn't stay closed if you wrapped it in SuperGlue and duct tape.

The best part of the weekend was Tuesday as my brother-in-law took the kids and I got to stay up late, sleep in, go for a run, get my car worked on, and have sex on the couch with the lights on, the windows open, and the stereo blaring. Has there ever been anything invented that beats an afternoon blowjob? Has there? If so, I haven't seen it.

To top things off (no S&M bun intended), my wife got killer black boots for Christmas and you can bet that I'm getting her a black thong for New Year's and sex will be had, believe you me. Those boots are going on, the panties are coming off, and sex will be had. Yes Sir!

MOVIE REVIEW MOMENT!
Do not, under any circumstances, rent, borrow, view, see, watch, or observe X-Men 3 or Superman Returns. They both sucked. They were disjointed, inconsistent, mis-guided, and weren't true to the original stories behind them. For example, in Superman Returns: Lex Luthor, well played by Kevin Spacey, has stabbed Superman with a big chunk of Kryptonite and broken it off beneath his skin and pushed him off a cliff into the ocean. For 30 seconds on screen we see Superman sinking, past rocks, past fish, sinking, sinking, sinking.... But moment's later, while Superman is still unconscious, Lois Lane's son spots him bobbing on the surface. BS Man! How did he get up after sinking, almost dead, while being poisoned by Kryptonite? That was just one small example.

another hilarious moment is after Superman is rescued from the ocean he's flown to a regular hospital emergency room where they proceed to rip off his clothes with their bare hands! This outfit has previously gone through fire, bullets, an ocean storm, and the heat of re-entry from space, yet Nurse Cratchet can rip it off with one hand. Please, just shoot me. It was so dumb. Good thing it was a freebie from the video store.

OK, that's it, I've got to get running and go flirt with a really cute secretary upstairs.

Have a good night!

A Literary Discovery - a new side of Roald Dahl

Last weekend I was at my in-law'’s house and rooting around in the attic to find their Christmas decorations. I found a small box of books, old textbooks mainly, but one small paperback was in the stack and caught my eye. It was Switch Bitch by Roald Dahl. Most of us with kids know Dahl as the author of James and the Giant Peach or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I had no idea that he had written fiction for adults.

The stories contained in Switch were first published in Playboy. The cover is very 70's and the writing is an interesting glimpse of the moral climate of the late 60's when they were published. He goes to great length to describe the run-up to the sexual encounter, but in each story, without fail, he pulls back at the last minute.

From The Visitor

All at once a warm extensile body was bending over mine, and a woman's voice was whispering in my ear, 'Don't make a sound!'

I didn't argue. My lips had many better things to do than that. So had hers.

Here I must pause. This is not like me at all - I know that. But just for once, I wish to be excused a detailed description of the great scene that followed. I have my own reasons for this and I beg you to respect them. In any case, it will do you no harm to exercise your own imagination for a change, and if you wish, I will stimulate it a little by saying simply and truthfully that of the many thousands and thousands of women I have known in my time, none has transported me to greater extremes of ecstasy than this lady of the Sinai desert.

Her dexterity was amazing. Her passion was intense.

He goes on and on about without using a single word to describe the act itself. So much like the 60's and 70's when everyone was into free love, but no one knew exactly what that meant.

One more quote

As some of you may know, I have to travel to Dallas for work. I like travel; I do not like Dallas (or Houston for that matter). Dahl comes up with a fantastic quote about that fair city, with all due apologies to my friend Girl Next Door, Texas

From The Last Act

Of all the cities in the state, Dallas was the one that had always disturber Anna the most. It was such a godless city, shoe thought, such a rapacious, gripped, iron, godless city. It was a place that had run amok with its money, and no amount of gloss and phony culture and syrupy talk could hide the fact that the great golden fruit was rotten inside.

It's always fun to find a new author, painter, or musician and finding a different side to one of my favorite author's was a great find for a Sunday afternoon.

As for a recommendation, the stories are well written with good endings and I thoroughly enjoyed the book, but I would check this one out of the library instead of adding it to your permanent collection. The "surprise endings" work very well, bu they are only surprising once.

a time or feeling of enjoyment

It was probably the funnest conversation I have had all year. My spellchecker does not like the word “funnest” but that is what it was. The primary definition of “fun” is a time or feeling of enjoyment or amusement and the “-est” suffix indicates the superlative form of a word, then my conversation with her on Friday was indeed the funnest I have had all year (and remember, it’s December).

It was not the funniest conversation as it would be if I let Microsoft dictate my word choices. Funny means causing amusement, especially enough to provoke laughter and while we did laugh quite a bit, that was not the defining quality of the conversation. It was fun. We laughed, we talked, we shared secrets, we revealed details, we blushed, we almost kissed, and we touched each other flirtatiously on the lower arm, the knee, and the small of the back. The three safety zones of introductory touching.

It was fun. I enjoyed myself, I felt good about myself, and felt that she sincerely enjoyed my company and when she laughed at my jokes, quips or witticisms really - I am not a joke teller, I got the distinct impression that she actually thought I was funny So funny was part of it, but it was not the funniest. I have had funnier conversations with other friends who are just as witty or more so than I am and I have been with strangers who made me laugh so hard that I almost wet my pants. Therefore, this was not primarily funny, but undeniably fun.

She is a friend from the gym. We only met recently when the new gym across the street opened up and we simultaneously, though completely unplannedly (another word WORD does not like) decided to take a tour of the beautiful, spacious, luxurious, but completely over-priced gym across the street. Our gym was, and is, a humble affair; though at one time it was quiet the cat’s meow. The space originated as a bank with the vault upstairs so we were assured that the extensive free-weight section wouldn’t collapse downward onto those of us doing aerobics below. We felt quite vulnerable as we were protected only by 12 inches of flooring of impressive age and dubious quality.

We met upon exiting the beautiful, spacious, luxurious, but completely over-priced gym across the street, turned to each other without a word of introduction, and with almost practiced synchronization, said to each other, “not worth it.” She turned left, I turned right, and after running into each other at full force, since I was on her left and she was on my right, we finally stopped long enough to introduce ourselves.

“I’m Franklin”

“I’m Angela”

“You do aerobics in the morning, right?”

“Yes, and you must do them at night, because all I ever do is see you walk by with a gym bag in one hand, a laptop bag in the other. You walk by fully dressed for work and leave again, almost immediately, without the gym bag, with the laptop, and still dressed in your casually messy, by very expensive clothes.

“That’s me. I’m flattered that you noticed.”

“Don’t be flattered, be afraid,” I smiled a bit, “I will soon sound like a stalker.”

“Wow, I’ve never had a stalker before, it will be your early Christmas present from you to me”

“But perhaps, my new friend Angela,” I said with an attempt to sound insulted, “You forget that I might be Jewish, and may not celebrate Christmas at all.”

“Perhaps, but that would work out all for the better, for it would allow you to stalk me for eight crazy nights, and, as a side note, I prefer circumcised men.”

With that comment hanging in the air, glistening like a summertime water balloon about to hit the Pastor in the back of the head at the church picnic, errantly thrown by the lead Choir Boy who fully intended to hit Ms. Beak, the cute young Sunday School teacher, with that comment hanging there, about to burst, she turned on her perfectly stilettoed heal, and walked off.

I do not believe I moved from that spot for quite some time. The tree next to me, planted in a 2x2 square of dirt surrounded by yards of dead concrete was just a sapling when my new friend Angela tossed out that bon mot, yet when I came around to my senses it was a healthy oak, quite taller than myself and housing the 14^th generation of tree squirrels that had moved in when the tree was first planted in the 2x2 square.

End Part 1

TMI Tuesday #62

TMI Tuesday #62

1. Is it better to give or receive?

It is much better to give, because it inevitably results in receiving. I love having my partner cum first, because, as a guy, when I’m done, I just want to take a nap.

2. What is the most sensitive part on a man/woman's body?

Her heart and mind. Fold the towels wrong, use the wrong pillow, or have the wrong tone of voice and the evening is over. Very sensitive

For me physically? I love for her to gently play with my balls, by themselves they don’t add a lot of pleasure points, but it’s the additional and different sensations, its knowing that everything is involved that makes it much better.

I am also very ticklish, so lightly stroking my ribs, especially when I’m stretched out in a yawn is very sensitive.

Side Note: Is there a better way to say “balls”? “Nuts” and “Sack” are just as crude as “balls” and “testicles” or “scrotum” are excessively clinical. “Package” refers to everything so it’s not specific enough. I guess I will stick with “balls”

Any ideas?

3. What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you during sex?

(Queefed? Family walked in? Couldn't get it up?)

My whole family had the flu a couple of years back and it was bad, kids throwing up, parents heaving, and gastrointestinal distress all around. Everybody on the couch for the weekend trying to watch TV and not be grossed out by each other. After things had finally calmed down on day 3, we got the kids in bed, took a shower together, dried off, and got in bed naked to start to fool around. No sooner had we started then we both cranked these nasty, nose-curdling, neighbor-scaring, pet-killing farts. My wife was just disgusted and I laughed my ass off. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen.

4. Do you like to talk dirty during sex? How dirty does it get? Example! ;)

I like it, my wife doesn’t, but she’s getting better. I like to comment on how good it feels to be inside her, how beautiful her body is, how great she tastes, and how much I want to cum. She says that my little commentaries don’t turn her on, but she does smile a bit during certain parts and she’s become MUCH better at narrating her own orgasms. I’ve asked her to let me know how close she is to cumming and to let me hear it when she does, and it’s amazingly powerful when she gets in the groove. It’s not complicated, just a running description of harder, faster, slower, deeper and Holy Moses, here it is… J

5. What do you really want for Christmas? Vibrator? Spanking?

I would love some pillows from www.liberator.com. I have enough vibrators.

Bonus (as in optional): How often do you masturbate?

This has been an interesting part of my life lately. A month ago, my answer would have been 5+ times a week. However, lately, it’s been down to about once. Maybe the cold weather is putting my libido into hibernation. I haven’t been sick or depressed; it’s just kind of drifted down the priority list. Maybe it goes along with what I said in an earlier post, that I’ve been really bored with Porn lately. Perhaps I am just recovering from a very active month in November.

TMI Tuesday #61 (Late Again)

Today's list takes on a decidedly sexual tone, so of course I had to put in my answers....

1. What is the sexiest part of your (or a) lover's body?

Mine? It has to be my thighs, I love to run, bike, and swim and it shows, my arms are starting to come in to focus as well.

My lover’s? The nape of her neck, the small of her back, and the corner where her leg meets her ass.

2. What is the un-sexiest part?

My calves – they are strong and cut, but I have varicose veins that really bug me.

My lover’s – Her bush is too bushy…..

3. What makes you feel sexiest … item of clothing, food, music, film, timbre of someone’s voice/accent/dialect, alcoholic beverage, etc.?

Me – I love how I look in sweaters, worn jeans, and my favorite work boots.

Her – Her flannel pajamas, her pearl earrings, wet hair – fresh from the shower.

4. What is you least favorite sexual position?

This is a trick question, right? It’s like saying what is your least favorite chocolate chip cookie. There is no such thing….

Actually, I don’ t like one that’s been getting a lot of press lately, the “Reverse Cowgirl” position. It’s basically doggie style rotated backwards 90 degrees and all it’s ever done for me is put my lover’s weight directly on my bladder. I know some people think it’s the best ever, but I don’t like feeling pinned down.

5. What do you wish your (or a) partner would do to you?

This is easy.

On occasion, I want to walk in the front room, give the kids a hello kiss, take my lover by the hand and go to the bedroom. After locking the door, she kneels in front of me, unzips my pants, pulls out my cock, and gives me a simple, direct, no-holds-barred, swallow-me-when-I-cum blowjob. Under 10 minutes and we are done. Nice and simple. It would make me happy for days…..

Bonus (as in optional): What is the kinkiest thing you have ever done?

Kinky? I’m not into latex, ropes, whips, or the S/M and pain world, so my kinkyness factor is mild compared to most.

I’ve fingered my lovers in a Burger King, Victoria’s Secret dressing room, elevators at work, her car, my car, her husband’s car, her marriage bed, my balcony, my bathroom, at the mall, and in elevators.

One girlfriend was into phone sex, was like computer sex, and one would only let me kiss her below the neck.

I’ve been blindfolded while I’ve dressed and undressed my lover but was never allowed to see her naked.

I’ve had sex in every room of my house (except the attic, now that I think about it), my cars, and two abandoned buildings. Hmm, I guess I haven’t done too bad….

Sex should be treated like going to the movies.

Sex should be treated like going to the movies.

(1) Going to the movies is optional, there are a lot of other things to do.

(2) There is a lot of variation, people like different things, and sometimes you really hate the movies that other people pick.

(3) Sometimes you sit through another person's movie, just to make them happy.

(4) No one breaks-up over their taste in movies unless it involves animals.

(5) You should see movies with different people to see if you like the same movies.

(6) You should be able to discuss movies after the show without arguing about the plot, the length, or if the ending made any sense.

(7) You should never listen to the critics before seeing a movie.

(8) "Top 10" lists are interesting, but we rarely get to see all 10.

(9) Some movies are worth seeing in the theater, others are just rentals, some you by on DVD and keep forever.

(10) When you are home alone, it's perfectly fine to watch a movie by yourself.

:-)

Strip Club Deja Vu

The scene was perfect. The valet took my car and drove off behind the building on the corner lot. The three guys from work looked nervously at each other. None of us had been here before, but we had heard all about it. They said that we would be astounded by how good it smelled, how great everything looked, and how good it would feel. “If you don’t leave satisfied, it’s your own fault” was the last thing I heard as I left the office.

As we opened the heavy oak doors the sound of music and the wonderful smells hit us and we exchanged glances. This is what we were hungry for, and were just were we needed to be. A beautiful hostess, wearing a tiny little bow tie and beautiful pumps, welcomed us to the club and found us a table. Drinks were ordered and we made sure we could see the center of the room.

Framed by flowers and highlighted by a spotlight in the middle of the room, it was the perfect stage.

But first, they started coming to our tables… tempting us, offering us.

At first we waved them off and just enjoyed watching the room fill with people. They would come up to our table one by one, sometimes in pairs, and show us what they had to offer, and man-oh-man it looked good. And I love the way they smelled. I know that sounds kind of crude, but I love the smell, it curls across your tongue and it crawls down your nose, and you are transported into a place that is hard to match.

Finally, I couldn’t resist, and I called the first one over. “Cut me off a piece and put it right here.” I know it’s a cheesy line, but it seemed to be apropos.

It was everything I wanted.

The flavor was a mix of garlic, fire, and sea salt. It was, honestly speaking, the best top sirloin I had have had in months, maybe years. The setting was Fogo de Chao, a Brazilian restaurant in Houston. The food is fantastic. For those who don’t know how it works, you come in and for one price you get an incredible salad bar, though no one pays any attention to it. You are there for the beef. Vegetarians need not attend.

Gauchos (or waiter dressed like gauchos) wander the table with three-foot long swords with giant slices of the best tasting meats in Houston. Top Sirloin, Bottom Sirloin, Filet Mignon wrapped in bacon, Parmesan Roasted Chicken, Flank Steak, Brazilian sausage, and a few more that I can’t remember. It is all juice, tender, melt-in-your-mouth scrumptious.

The parallels to a strip club were unavoidable. The setting is faux-elegant, over-priced, and overdone in dark oak sidings.

As the gauchos came to our table, they reminded me so much of the lap-dancers at the Olympic Gardens in Las Vegas (http://www.ogvegas.com/girls/). Some were popular with the meat everyone wanted. Guys would raise their hands, call them over, and ask for another piece. The chicken breast guy was like the hot dancer with the skin problem. You know that it would be fine, but you might as well go for the good stuff.

I felt sorry for the chicken breast gaucho, no one wanted him, no one called him over. It was all I could do not to tuck a single in the gaucho’s belt. Too bad he was a scrawny Texan with a droopy mustache.

The food was great, and it made me crave the clubs again. It has me thinking....

Getting Better - TMI Tuesday #60

OK, now it's 12:01, a minute past midnight, and I'm ready for bed. Teeth brushed, e-mailed checked, clothes ready for tomorrow, laptop charged, all set.

Here's another of my favorite pictures....

Have a great Wednesday

And I forgot, it's TMI Tuesday #60 (#2 for me)

1. Ever had your toes sucked on? No, but I have sucked on the toes of others, and I got a foot job once, it was great because it was so unexpected.

2. Ever had a hickey... sexy or trashy? Why? Again no, but I gave my friend five on her stomach to piss of her dad.

3. Ever stolen from a store? If so, what? From a real bricks and mortar store? no, but from musicians? All the time (in the past). I went through a serious Napster phase.

4. Ever got a speeding ticket? If so, how many? Four, but I once talked my way out of two within 20 minutes.

5. Ever faked an orgasm? Yes, which I know isn't common for guys, but when you are wearing a condom and things just aren't happening, it's easy to pull off.

Bonus (as in optional): What's the trick to being multi orgasmic?
Take a long time before hitting your first one, give yourself about 5 minutes to take the tingle off, and go again, slow and gentle so its not too tender, and go light and easy. Two is easy, three is tougher, and at four it hurts too much for words....

I hate business travel

It's 2:00 AM, I can't sleep, and I'm on the road again.

I hate the monotony of it. Staying in the same hotels (company policy), eating at the same "safe" restaurants, talking to the same people, hearing the same jokes, the same stories, and blah, blah, blah.

It's not even the airport security crap anymore. I show up an hour early, I have one carry on and one laptop bag. I carry 1 book to read, one or two journals to write in, some colored pencils for drawing, and my laptop. In my toiletry bag I have one disposable razor, one toothbrush, and one travel-size toothpaste tube. I expect the hotel to have everything else, and they always do. A distinct advantage of being a guy, I need soap (1 kind) and tooth paste (1 kind) and a comb. Hair Dryer optional.

I can pack for any trip less than 4 nights in under 20 minutes. I bring an extra set of everything except shoes, and I've never needed anything else. I once ran out of condoms, but that was an exceptionally unique trip, and a confession for another day.

I have my ticket and ID ready when they tell me to, I don't break the rules, I don't ask stupid or "funny" questions, and no one bothers me. I even bought special shoes (slip ons) that are insanely comfortable and come on and off (like my pants) without any trouble.

Once I am at my gate, I pull out my book and read, or pull out my journal to write or draw, and I mind my own freakin' business. I see what I'm writing and I'm sounding a lot like William Hurt in "The Accidental Tourist" a good movie except that Kathleen Turner is in it. Air travel is exactly like bus travel if you do it right. The only advantage is that you get fewer smelly homeless people sitting next to you, and there is only one stop, maybe two if you have a layover, but I will make almost any schedule adjustment to fly direct. Layovers suck.

In terms of drawing, today I read for a bit and then drew a very nice gorilla, thank you very much for asking.

So I got to the airport, got to my rental car (thank heavens for Auto Check-in (thank you AVIS), got to my hotel without getting lost, and did e-mail for two hours before dinner. (Mongolian Stir-Fry, it was pretty good, not great.) I got home and should have gone right to bed, but I'm addicted to e-mail and porn, and they conspired to keep me up for 4 hours that I should have been sleeping. So now I'm must to be up again in 5 hours and I have to pay attention to my boss for 8 hours of meetings. That aint going to happen.

Also,
Has anyone else noticed what I've been noticing lately, that porn is really boring unless it's real people? Overstuffed starlets with perfectly airbrushed bodies is just boring. The only clips that were at all arousing were the home movies and "amateur" sites that at least tried to have regular looking people.

Maybe it's time for me to take a porn vacation.

What do others think? Do you get bored with porn?

Bye Bye USC!!!!

UCLA 13 - USC 9


I haven't been this happy about a game in a long, long, time. 8 years to be exact.

Bye Bye Championship
Bye Bye Endorsements

HA!

It's not Tuesday, but hey, sue me....TMI #59

1. My biggest sexual turn on is __________?

• Being pursued by someone I like
• Tight workout shorts that are a little bit see-through
• Knowing what kind of panties she is wearing because she told me...

2. On a scale of 1-10, how jealous do you get (have you gotten)?

• 5 at most - I figure if she doesn't want to be with me, there's not much I can do about it.

3. Have you ever had sex with someone you work(ed) with? Any negative consequences?

• Dated my counterpart in the mayor's office while I worked for the City Council. After we broke up we had to see each other every day for two years until I quit. It was awful.

4. Wash up, cuddle or fall asleep?

• Washup, cuddle and then fall asleep. To be honest, all three happen within about 5 minutes.

5. Which is more important of the two in "chemistry," physical attractiveness or sexual performance?

• If i'm not attracted to her physically, it won't ever get to sex, but if she's really enthusiastic, in bed it makes the physical much less important. My best lover was my slightly overweight, but extremely talented, patient, and orgasmic racquetball partner in college.

Bonus (as in optional): What kind of birth control do you use?

• After child #3, it was the knife for me, and I love it.....

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The picture at the top doesn't relate to anything I'm saying today, but she's pretty and I love the casual look she has, like being beautiful and naked is the only way to be.