Just a little afternoon fun...
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Posted:Mar 1, 2011 4:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2014 6:44 pm
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The lights of the bar were dimmed just so for ambiance...the music was a low key techno jazz only loud enough for background noise. The scattered murmers of fellow patrons could be heard above the music...but only just barely. There she sat waiting on her companion. In her favorite ensemble of minimalist short black skirt and button up top. Underneath was the lingerie she had purchased just that day. Her hair as smooth and shiny as a latex bodysuit. Her makeup just right so as to enhance her eyes. The shoes were a high heel but not so high as to cause her to fall. Just the right height to show off her legs. She sat there sipping her soda looking to the door for his arrival. As time wore on she began to worry that he would not show. But just at that moment of abject disappointment, he walks throught the door. He was as she had remembered only older. Not wanting to appear too eager she just sat there casually and waved him over with a slight nod of her head. He stopped at the bar for a drink before heading to the table. She rose to great him as he approached. Yup he was tall...glad she had worn a little bit of a heel. For just a brief moment she stared. Wondering if this was a collossal mistake coming here. What had she been thinking? And then he said hello. All she could do was smile and go in for the hug. A quick kiss on the cheek and they sat down. The usual conversation followed. Catching up with their lives. Small talk between two people that were just one step away from being strangers. He was in jeans and a nice shirt. Always had wondered what he looked like in a suit...or a nice pair of slacks with a shiny brushed cotton button down shirt. In her mind she kept thinking, "Wonder if he is a boxer or brief guy." He used to be boxers...that she remembers. Boxers were always sexy on someone so tall and lean. So easy to slide down the hips to reveal the arousal you were hoping for and attempting to achieve with flirtation all night. But she must not get too far ahead of herself thinking such things. Who knew if this man would even make the move in that direction. After all...this was just a meeting between two people who had known each other many years before. They had both changed in so many ways. At least she had...of this she was positive. But some things never change. A tall thin man could always make her a bit randy. Whew! The talk continued...she indulged in a couple of drinks...and the flirting was slowly building momentum. They sat closer..leaned in to talk...a hand on the arm or leg just so. He leans in and whispers in her ear. Just the simple act of that caused a shiver in her. Her mind begging him to just nibble...just a bit. COME ON!!! Just one little kiss right there. Do that and you will seal the deal. Do that and I am putty in your hands. Perhaps he needs some encouragement. She had brought along a 'just in case' plan B. She excused herself and headed to the ladies room. While there she implimented plan B. Fluff the hair, reapply lipstick, deep breath and she exited the bathroom. A quick stop at the bar for a shot of courage. She reached the table....stood in front of him...legs slightly apart...drank the shot (goldshlagger for that minty fresh breath)...leaned in to kiss him and placed an item in his hand. She whispered in his ear, "Ball's in your court now Rice." He looked down with a question when it came to him what she had just place in his hand. At that moment he had the choice to make on it's usage for the evening. HE had the power to decide to use it. She sat down demurely and waited for his choice.
She would swear that the sound of his watch was louder than all the music and conversation going on around them. She could hear the tick tick of the second hand as she waited for his move. All he would do is just smile at her. No words...no nothing. Had she taken the wrong avenue this evening? Did she push too soon and too hard? Her answer was slow coming. To her credit she just sat there quiet as a mouse...her legs crossed at the ankles and her hands in her lap. Tick tock tick tock...breath in and out slowly. His hand raised up to grab his glass to take a drink. He looked at her and his eyes never left hers. He stared for what seemed like an eternity...drinking slowly. And then she got her answer. She felt the tingle between her thighs. He had made the choice. He had pressed the button on the remote. Trying to react as calmly as possible was more difficult than she imagined. They were in a public place after all. No need to alert the other patrons as to what was going on. It was just a low setting at first. Nothing TOO drastic. The slow vibration made her feel a bit warm. It was relaxing. Of course that could change at any moment. And it did. He decided to press and see how the next would affect her. So far so good. She could feel herself getting a little more aroused...but she kept calm. Not only for the sake of being in public...but for her pride as well. No need for him to think he had gotten the best of her. After all this had been her decision and idea. He was just the one with the remote. And she had CHOSEN to give it to him. Any idea she had that she was in charge soon became moot. He moved closer to her. Close enough that she could feel his breath. He leaned in to whisper something or do something. She was not even sure because at that moment he amped it another notch and then another until she had to grab his arm to keep composure. He laughed a bit...whispered something very naughty in her ear and started to nibble. Well she thinks it was naughty. It could have been a grocery list for all she cared. Her mind and body were not engaged in the details. Only the vibrations coursing through her at the time. She could feel how wet she had gotten. And to top it off he was nibbling in an area that was pure electricity to her. Pushing him away she mustered up enough strength to stand up. Thankfully her legs did not give way. She straddled one of his legs (his long long legs...) and sat down slightly. Pulling his face towards her she whispered in his ear, "Can you feel that? Can you feel what you are doing? Do you KNOW what you are doing? The only thing better would be for it to be YOU inside me instead of this small battery device you are controlling. Just think of how it would feel to slide your thick hard cock into my wet pussy right about now. Mmmmm...I bet it would feel so nice for you to fuck me over and over again." In response he amped it up to the farthest it would go. Her head went back and she gasped. He pulled into him and said to her, "I am going to fuck you tonight." With that he kissed her and pushed her up. "Luckily for you Adam I got us a room." With that he grabbed her hand, but not before he pulled her into a deep soul grabbing kiss for everyone to see. The question remained though about what to do about the device vibrating constantly in her pussy. Should she take it out now or wait till they got to the room. She would wait. She wanted him to see her walking strait and confident while he is trying to reduce her to a pile of wobbly legs. Through the lobby...one foot in front of the other... one step at a time. Concentrate. All the while the vibrations are going and going. He has discovered that he can change as often as he likes and she gets random speeds and vibrations. He is holding her hand. They get to the elevator. How long does this thing take? She was about to lose it. She could feel that feeling coming upon her. Doors open and in they go. The room was on the 16th floor. They had a little time before it reached their destination. She pushes him against the wall of the elevator and stands up on her toes to reach him. Damn he is a tall one. YUM! She pushes his hands against him and holds him in place. She proceeds to kiss him deeply. Grinds up against him as the vibrations keep going. She pulls back out of breath. He pushes her back and does the same thing. She does not move. her hands are held above her head by his. He is kissing her neck and letting her feel his arousal. The car stops and they have reached their floor. One foot in front of the other...one step at a time to the room. Just inside the door she begs him to turn it off. Begs him to release her. He smiles ever so slightly and pauses to consider her request. But the vibrations stop. He takes her hand and pulls her to the bed. She is grateful for the respite from the constant vibrations. She is so sensitive at this moment that she is afraid she will cum too quickly. Before she knows it she is back against the pillows. He has spread her legs and is heading down to her wetness. He pushes her panties aside and reaches in to get the device. He works slowly knowing full well how aroused she is and how sensitive her walls are right at that moment. He takes it out and she can see how wet it is. Next thing she is aware of are his lips taking the place of the device. His tongue is lapping up her juice. She is gonna lose it right there..she starts to tremble and then his fingers take over. Seconds later she feels dizzy and lightheaded. She gasps and moans as she cums all over his hand. And they both still had all their clothes on.
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Come here and give me some sugar!!!!
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Posted:Aug 19, 2010 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2013 5:09 am
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I have tackled foreplay, my love of cock, and sex. So now I think it is time to foray into the world of kissing. And not the quick smooch you give your partner before you leave for work...or the air kisses you give your European friends. No I am talking about the art of kissing during foreplay and sex. The things we do and do not do while our lips are touching.
Before I go further...I realise this might be a more difficult subject for my descriptive abilities...but I will certainly give it a go.
BASICS-Getting ready for kissing.
~If you are going to meet someone or they are coming to you...the following things help. Trust me. Brush your teeth!! Multiple times if you have to. Swish water around in your mouth afterwards. And use mouthwash if you need to. Chew minty gum...it helps produce saliva. And if you smoke...DO NOT DO IT on the way to someone's house. Hold off for a while. Cause trust me..nothing worse than trying to kiss a dry ashtray called a smokers mouth. I mean come on! I have kissed smokers that had perfectly fine breath. No problems. But I have kissed men that tasted like I imagined what a dry ashtray would taste like. That leaves a bad taste for days in my mind.
If you happen to be going to dinner and there is the possibility of some fun afterwards...take some gum...mouthwash..go to the bathroom and swish water around. I have actually brought a travel toothbrush and toothpaste with me if I know I am heading over after the club for a rendezvous. It is also why I always carry gum. Whatever you need to do. And lay off the raw onions and garlic paste. lol
Of course this is just a personal opinion...
KISSING 101
~There are things you can do as a kisser that will make the experience one of great erotic joy. I find that a man that can be multi faceted and kiss in many ways to be enjoyable. Not too much saliva (although that is sometimes uncontrollable) and not too much open mouth, fish, sucking your tonsils out kind of kissing. One of the best kissers I know...and I have told him this many times...has this way about him when he kisses. Our tongues intertwine. His lips are moist and his breath is clean. He does not stick his tongue in my mouth and try to remove my fillings. It's like his tongue 'dances' with mine.
I like it when a man will occasionally take my lower lip and 'suck' it. Kind of like when a man pulls a nipple a bit with his mouth. Use your tongue to lick their lips a bit. The teasing in kissing can be fun as well. Go in like you are going to kiss them...and when they are moving in as well...pull back just a bit at the right moment. They laugh and you can go in and kiss them full on. Use the lips just as intently as you do your tongue. Don't just go in and open your mouth...insert tongue for 10 minutes and go. 'Complete' the kiss. And go back again.
Running your hands through their hair or holding their head while you kiss them intensifies the intimacy of a kiss.
If you happen to be naked (either just your upper body or fully naked) putting your arms around their shoulders or perhaps your arm under theirs around the torso. Hugging them close to you.
And let me tell you...kissing on the lips is not all it is about. Use your mouth to kiss the neck or the shoulder. Nibble a bit on the ear. Push them up against the wall and kiss them deeply.
Kissing is one of the first things people do when they are adventuring into an intimate situation. It can be just a quick kiss to flirt. Those are fun.
I suppose the easiest way for me to advise you on this is look at it like a two-step. If you have ever watched two people country dance well...you know what I mean. Follow his or her lead. If your partner has a less flamboyant style of kissing...then tone it down. On the flip side if you notice that they have a flamboyant style and you are a bit reserved...amp it up a bit.
Just go with the flow.
Just please for the sake of the entire sexual experience....don't have nasty breath or ashtray mouth! PLEASE!!!!!
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Just like Burger King...I want to have it my way
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Posted:Jul 17, 2010 1:53 am
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2014 6:37 pm
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Often times I get asked the same few questions by men when a dialogue first starts up with me. Legitimate questions to be sure...I am not complaining. So I thought I would address them here...maybe save some time.
I usually get asked the following things:
"What are you looking for?"
"What is off limits?"
"What turns you on?"
"What's your favorite position?"
~I can safely say that I am looking for just about the same thing most people are on this site. It varies between people as to the extent of their search...but let's face it, when we signed up it was for sexual reasons. Nothing wrong with that at all from what I can tell. Now you may stay on here just to get your daily perv on...or perhaps you are here to find that one perfect friends with benefits. And maybe you have been lucky enough to find a mate and you stay because of the group functions and friends you have made. Whatever the reason is as of this moment...we should all at least admit it was for sexual reasons on that first day we logged in.
~I should get the negative out of the way first. What turns me off or is off limits...I do have a list. And here it goes: Anal, scat play, Bondage/discipline (although there are a couple of things I want to try), sadism, masochism, sadomasochism, gang bangs, group sex, swinging, lesbian, strap on, anything involving urine....I think you might get the idea of my dislikes.
~What turns me on: The physical traits are listed in my profile. I like people I can at least talk to outside of fucking. Sex with me should be sensual and erotic. Nothing wrong with a quicky one night stand...but I have to have at least some connection. I am not talking true love or a long term thing, but come on. I gotta at least be attracted to you enough that I would talk to you outside the realms of Affairlook. I have had sexual partners that were compitant in bed...but sooo not in the personality department. They were not stupid, but we had nothing in common. I could not relate to anything they were interested in. And for that reason...I no longer see them.
A few things that make me swoon or giggle with glee: Boxers or boxer briefs. A good crisp clean white shirt that fits well...and if it is a tshirt...must fit just right. Not too tight but not too loose. Shorts that ride just a little low on the hips, but not like "pants on the ground" kind of thing. Those white shirts with the crosses on the back. I have no idea why...but for some reason on the right torso they are hot.
~Favorite positions: This is the most asked question by anyone. I have two that I prefer most often. The first is where the man is sitting on the couch and I am riding him while facing him. I can get the most dizzying orgasms that way. I swear I get dizzy and light headed. lol His head buried in my chest...sucking on my nipples or nibbling my neck. I can pull him in for a deep kiss as I gring up against him. Naked torso against naked torso. I also like this position clothed during foreplay. Being on top in the bed is great. It is a wonderful feeling...but for a fluffier gal such as myself it is not always easy. I will never be like those porn gals bouncing up and down on the man's cock like a spring. My next is sometimes a dissapointment for men to hear. Missionary. I happen to like the man on top. It is for me the best way to satisfy my intimacy demands. And there are many variations to the strict "missionary" pose.
I happen to like wrapping my legs around his waist. I like to feel his hips with my hands as he is thrusting. Those muscles working. I get super turned when I see some videos of a man fucking a woman where you can see him doing it. The way his hips move and the muscles clenching. That is hot.
~Threesomes: If I ever did one it would be MMF. I am not really interested in FFM because I have no desire to play with a woman. And while I know there are cases where the two women do not play together...I am still hesitant. The problem that arises with me and an MMF is that I am picky. I need the two men to be ones I would be intimate with individually. Men that I find sexy and interesting and fun and sensual just as themselves. I have to like them as people. And they have to like each other. They could play with each other as well in the MMF if they wanted but it is not necessary. And no way am I interested in a porn style threesome. I want it to be about ME. No DP or the like. I want sensuality. I want me to be lying in bed between the two men being pleased all over my body with their hands and mouths. Erotic sex.
~Doggy style: I do not hate doggy style. I do it mostly because it is pleasurable to the man. And I wish for him to have pleasure. I enjoy watching him in the mirror behind my bed as he thrusts and fucks me. The look on his face as he thrusts his hard cock into my wet willing pussy. And of course if we are sideways to the mirror...I get to see that hip movement. That is the position of me being on all fours. There is also me laying on the bed and him going that way. As I said...not my favorite..but not off limits. Unless of course you are an idiot and have no concept of getting me ready for it and you just go in fighting.
~Oral sex: I enjoy sucking a man's dick. Read my blog.
~Addressing all the above things is great but the idea still is that I want to tell you how I like my sex. I admit to have had experiences outside these preferances....and in the end they were not lasting. Yeah a quicky fuck can suit a purpose for some people but I have found not for me. Not anymore. I like my sex to start with foreplay. And I am not talking a kiss on the neck and a finger in the pussy kind of foreplay. Read my blog about it and you will get the idea. Taking into consideration the positions discussed above...here is how I like it. I like a man that can fuck me slow and deep. I want his cock to fill me completely....I want sensuality. But I also want the man to be able to take charge and fuck like a champion when he wants. Slow and easy is okay some of the time...but work up to some power fucking. That strength a man can have that just overwhelms me with desire as he plunges into me and rides me like a filly at Churchill Downs on racing day. I like a solid strong man.
I want him to kiss me and caress me...I want his hands on my body. I want his lips on mine.
I would like to try being tied up...but very gently. My desire is to have my hands tied above my head with a silky scarf and have the man fuck me slow and sensually. Use my body and my eyes to portray how turned on I am. I have had my hands tied behind my back once. I could not do it. Not because I was scared...I trust him...but more because it was uncomfortable. I am hoping he would like to try it again.
Same goes for a blindfold. Put it on and let me use my hands to read him.
I am hoping that what I have included here is informative to the reader.
I welcome any suggestions to things I could try. If you do not agree with my words...keep it to yourself.
I look forward to hearing from you....
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Line of sight
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Posted:Apr 10, 2009 2:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2015 8:05 pm
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Eyes wide open
Hazel eyes with dark lashes framing the lids as they rise to meet another day.
I see a beautiful blue with painted wisps of clouds dotting the sky.
I trace the lines of buildings against the blue and white.
I see a road stretched out before me. The line dividing keeping me centered.
I marvel at mother nature's beauty amongst the 'human' influence of concrete and steel. A patch of green in the middle of the tarmac.
I hear the wind and the calm amid the rush of human activity.
I see a big bright moon almost close enough to touch with a smattering of stars dotting the sky.
I see many things with eyes wide open. The beauty of nature and the ugliness of 'man-made' all together somehow making a interesting but wonderful palet of colors in my mind.
With eyes closed
I no longer see that beauty. It is dark. My mind sees the things I miss the most. I dream of those things I want and cannot have.
I dream of you. And I wonder...
How do I see with eyes wide open when they are closed?
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Is it all in the lighting?
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Posted:Feb 25, 2009 5:06 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2015 5:04 pm
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I LOVE COCK!!!
No really I do. But not in that porno, barbie voice "Ooohhh I love cock baby." I do not love it to the point where I want 4 of them shoved in my face doing that sword fight manuever seeing which one gets in my mouth first. I do not love it to the point where I will be on my hands and knees with cocks circling me like vultures while I go from tip to tip licking and sucking.
No..I love cock because I find them quite lovely. Well at least most of them. Like ourselves, some are not as lovely as others. But the whole concept of a lovely hard dick and a wet pussy is wonderful. The symmetry and fit between the two is perfect. Of course sometimes the fit and symmetry takes some work. I raise my hand in salute to you well hung he-men with schlongs the size of a London bus. But you are gonna have to stay away from me...ouchy.
Just the other day I signed onto this here website and I saw no less than three amazing looking cocks on the front page. It got me to thinking (it also got me a little turned on as well) about what I see daily on these pages. I will freely admit that I go to pages when I see a gorgeous cock. I see some that are hard, Standing proud...glistening...nice color and shape...almost mouth watering (especially if there is little to no hair). I also see some that probably should have used some better lighting techniques. And then there are those that have some object placed next to them to give them the reader/looker a spaceial size referance. It is like cross-merchandising at Wal-mart. That reminds me...I need a new remote control, a tube of toothpaste, and a small bottle of pepto bismol.
But I digress. As I go to these pages I will see more pics of their cock or perhaps other photos so I may observe what else they have to offer. And sometimes....the cock is the better of the choice. But others...whooo weeee! Make me want to jump up and slap my momma hot. I tell you what. Then you read their profile and realize you should be slapping them and not your momma. But once in a while you find one that hits on all points. Great cock, handsome face, wonderful smile, good body, and a personality (at least what you can gain from observing their written profile). I could name a few I have encountered...but I will not do that.
And since I have confessed to loving cock I will tell you what I enjoy about it. I love the feel of a warm cock in my hand as the man hardens with desire. I also love the outline of a cock under a mans pants as he rubs up against me. A hard cock under some boxer briefs...watch out now! I love to stroke him with both my hands and my mouth. That feeling of power I have when I know he is pleased by my movements. I think the cock is an amazing piece of human equipment. And while sucking and stroking said cock is wonderful and oh so much fun...the absolute best is to feel a man slip inside me and fuck me. Yes I said the "F" word. That first move towards me and inside me, especially if he takes it slow and teases a bit....I love that feeling. And when he finally plunges in...oh daddy.
So here is to all those wonderful cocks out there, standing tall and proud in the wind. I salute you. I praise you. I really do love you....
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A wooden chair
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Posted:Dec 7, 2008 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2015 8:06 pm
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What do I do with me
Unlocked door leads to the kitchen. With bags in hand I deposit my purchases on the stove.
I slowly, with intent, take each item out and put them in their proper place. Canned goods in the cabinet. The frozen safely ensconced in its cold resting place.
Toilet paper and shampoo into the bathroom. Cat food in its storage container.
Laundry detergent to the laundry room for later usage. Cleaning supplies under the sink safely away from kitty kat.
Clothing waits to be placed in its proper home.
Jeans hung on hangers, t-shirts and shorts folded neatly in the drawers.
Socks, panties, and bras separated and put into drawers. Shoes in closet until needed.
Clean sheets on the bed, dirty sheets in the laundry pile.
CDs filed alphabetically and by genre. DVDs sorted and put back alphabetically.
Bills and paperwork double checked and filed. Junk mail shredded.
Cell phone and ipod on chargers. Contacts in solution for cleaning.
Knives, forks, and spoons in the drawer. Plates and bowls in the cabinets.
I know where it all goes. Where to place each item.
All things in their place. In place with a purpose.
I see a wooden chair in a room. Me sitting there....surrounded by darkly paneled walls. Void of pictures or paintings. No mirror for me to even ponder myself in.
My back stiff with my head hung low...
What do I do with me?
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No title. No central theme to my blog.
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Posted:Nov 1, 2008 8:06 am
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2013 7:15 pm
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I have been putting off this blog for a week or so now. Not sure if there is even a central theme to it. If I was to do this properly, I would have an opening paragraph to lay out my intentions..an introduction as it were. I would then organize in outline form exactly how each paragraph and point would come about in written form. Concluding with a summary of what I just wrote about. No such luck. I have a lot of things lurking in my mind and some need to come out to the light of day. They need release. Hey! I think I just did an introductory statement. hmmm...
I hate to cry. I really do hate it. But it is a good thing sometimes. My problem is that I cry too easily. I mean the right song brings me to tears. And I will not even get into those damn Disney movies. Ugghh! Thursday night I went to coffee with a group from here. It was like old times except for two things. We did not head to our usual dive bar for karaoke and mullet watchings. And smoochie was not there. I had not been on one of these outings since the last time he was able to get out there. Don't get me wrong...we had a good time. It was just coffee and good conversation. One of the group even had a stalker/lurker. haha On the way home I happened to hear a song by Johnny Cash. "Love's been good to me". Great song. I teared up though. On the whole it is a positive song, but it just sounds so sad. I could not help but think of him. Him with the hair in his face. Him with the smile. Him with the cute butt. Him with that humour (the u in there is for him...). Him with the baggy shorts and pillow puffy shoes. His tangents in conversations that we both do and follow. His ability to stand straight and proud in "Mamma Mia" with me. I know you were one of the very few men in that theater. Thank you. His old fashioned attitude of opening doors for me, paying for my coffee, his putting the first. What a good man. A decent man. And it is that trait that moves him from me. I miss you smoochie. What do I do with this package of snickers I have for you? I just do not want to wiggle for anyone else. No one else can trace my tan lines like you do.
Now that you feel bad for me, how about I piss you off and be a bitch? Now that sounds fun!
~What part of my profile do some men not understand? I find myself tentatively on the search again so I edited my profile to find what I want. I figured if I was fairly specific it would weed out the chaffe and make it a little easier. Not so much. I have not sent the derogatory responses back that I really want to, but just know that I really wanted to. I mean if I see that a man is not interested in someone with my physical characteristics then I leave it. Read my damn profile you ninnys. Jeeze! Sorry if that offends anyone or if my profile offends anyone. I know what I want. But then I am not even sure I am really looking. On Principal though....READ THE PROFILE YA GITS!!!!
At this point..I feel a little better. Nothing else needs release (well other than that sexual release we all love). DAMN I miss smoochie. He could release me so well....hot damn! I wanna be walled again (he knows what I mean).
Anyway I shall go.
This was such a messed up blog. No rhyme or reason to it. Blah!
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Attraction
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Posted:Aug 12, 2008 4:11 am
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2012 3:26 am
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Have you ever wondered why you are attracted to people of a certain body type over another? Especially as a woman I have pondered this. I get that some men like big boobs, little boobs, big ass, little ass, thin, chunky etc. But for women it is a little differant. I personally do not care for a man with size DD boobs..or MOOBS...as one man calls them.
I have always been a fan of tall thin men. That is not to say I have never been attracted to men that are my height, muscular, perhaps a bit chunky (or average)...but in the end I am fiercely turned on by a thin man. Now I am not talking heroin thin...with bones protruding and legs the size of wire coat hangers.
Recently I saw someone across a room and I was like "Schwing"....he was hot. happyf; Well he IS hot. He was wearing a t-shirt, baggy shorts, and sneakers. I think he is probably the sexiest man I have met on here. Of course a lot of that is his personality. I like the fact that his shorts ride a little low on his waist because they are just a tad too big. I like his smooth flat stomach. His cute little butt. His nose (which he says is too big, but I think it fits his face).
The first time I saw him in a nice linen shirt, khaki shorts, and loafers...I wanted to take him right there.
Why this particular body type? Makes me ponder...anyone have any ideas?
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