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Turn of Phrase  Ya'll like my new bikini? Hopefully this will stick. If not I'll try to repost it. Ya never know with this place. Part of it is likely my shoddy equipment. I take too many photos. I've been thinking about seduction, and how words are very much a part of that process. How the right words whispered from behind my hear, so that the warmth of the speakers breath carries softly down my neck will bring forth an immediate response. I've always been somewhat sexually submissive, I dont really like taking charge in the bedroom. I'm in charge of me, I like it when someone else takes charge of me and just lets me feel what is happening. I don't want to think about sex as a performance, I want to experience sex in wanton freedom with a partner who has the same thing in mind. I've had far too many 'scripted encounters' in my past with partners who had this whole scenario of how something was supposed to be, and while I can play a role to bring satisfaction to a lover, for me, it has to be something that just happens, a natural attraction that builds to desire. I like lovers who invest the time, softly leading me with words, looks, soft touches, that make me want to feel the warm press of a body against my skin, weight pressing me ever downward. I relish the slow lingering touching of non sexual places, a hand pressed against my cheek, lips kissing my neck. Partners who make this investment of time make the very best lovers for me. Another thing will break down my reserve, growling while having sex, nothing turns me on more than hearing a partner growl. Knowing that they have broken the mental boundary between this world and primal instinct, knowing that in that moment the only thing they are thinking, feeling, or even knowing is the feel of what is happening. This releases the wanton inside me, that reckless creature who is hell bent on quenching the burning desire she feels, who will gladly throw a man back and ride him until she's spent. And so very few of my past lovers and only one of my husbands knew this creature even exists. And all that do, found heaven from a few whispered words from behind my ear, their warm breath carrying down my neck, igniting a fire that demands to be quenched. "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson   |
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OH SURE-TODAY the picture sticks!  Lots of competing theories about why they disappear. Only consensus is they're not censored (deliberately removed) in most cases, it's just yet another site bug. My personal best theory on remediation is don't log out soon after posting. Some disagree with this theory, but it seems to work for me. Now on to your point here...Truly getting to know each other, and then just letting things flow surely is a wonderful plan - when the realities of 21st century life allow. Identifying as a "switch" myself, just letting things roll is one of my greatest pleasures, and I've rolled between top, bottom, and back again several times in a few single encounters. Just not knowing what's coming next is incredibly thrilling for me - though not sure I've ever growled.  Taking Friends on Their Honeymoons The LBD of Summer My Busted Fantasy of Always Being on Topic for HNW [post 3312759] My Private Blog – Tell Me All You Secret
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7/23/2017 12:12 pm |
Ahh come on, give the gal a break. Some wax, and new hair style and just maybe some heels..... Half you boys would, late on a Friday night. Lol.
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   Today i broke my personal record for most consecutive days alive. 
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Egads...The juxtaposition of image to text...(growls then purrs)...   
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7/23/2017 9:41 am |
My eyes! My eyes! Some things you just can't UNsee!
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