tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45495262956233674602024-02-20T21:20:47.235-06:00DESSERT FOR BREAKFASTFun / Real / Raw / Educated / Sex / by the Ladies.The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comBlogger550125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-88678162511979400142018-03-27T01:57:00.000-05:002018-08-29T09:51:15.067-05:00Penis Etiquette <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don’t like uncircumcised penises. If you have a hood, please have the decency to always present yourself hard and uncovered while needing my attention. Thanks. </div>
The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-64943717744985780882018-01-19T22:09:00.000-06:002018-01-19T22:09:09.641-06:00Laughing too loud.<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Are used to date this man that I was very fond of. We had a lot in common... the beautiful things; the dreams, the mutual admiration, the wanting the other to become the best of themselves, the will to learn from one another, the idea that we can change the world together. </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But there was a lot of things that were against us. And out of all of these, some of them really big, like religion, culture, cities… but they he truth is there was really one that was the dealbreaker for me: He thought I laughed too loud. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">All the other things, I could’ve overcame. Really. But that one, no. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">He now has a little girl and I really can’t help but wonder, is he going to teacher to not laugh too loud?</div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-1559538444471287222017-12-13T22:57:00.003-06:002017-12-13T22:57:38.968-06:00THE BEST HEAD IN THE WORLD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently, i went to see one of my lovers... really i just was in his city and so we continued our usual discoveries and gift-giving.<br />
I have been "seeing" him for 5 years now, every time i go down in that warm city of his.<br />
It should be noted that he is, to this day, my best sex ever. Which is why i continue seeing him, as he also happens to be a really shady guy, "work-wise".<br />
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Anyway, this guy is just pure talent and strength. Picking me up like i weigh 3 pounds and puts me in positions that make me feel things i didn't know i could feel that way... it's like he has somekind of 3D vision of his dick and my vagina and always knows how to angle it.<br />
This last time, he managed to impress me yet again. He pulled some crazy areal kamasutra trick, i literally thought i was going to fall on my face(as i was completely oiled up). But no. Of course not, he is that aware.<br />
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I was coming out of my shower, putting oil on my body when he comes in, and gives me "that" look... like: girl, you are not going anywhere.<br />
He grabs me, carries me out of the bathroom, brings me up above his head, and turns me like a reverse "dirty-dancing-flying pose" with his face between my legs.<br />
Oh. My.<br />
My mind is trying to catch up to this circus-gymnastic-trick he got me into, but really can't as my body is reacting so strongly to his perfect kissing, sucking and dabbing of my pussy.<br />
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Damn boy. You are so talented.<br />
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-34174866411367166502017-12-13T22:42:00.001-06:002018-02-18T19:07:29.952-06:00SEX PET PEEVES <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We all have things we don’t like in bed... and things we just can’t stand. Some make sense to most women, some are more personal. Here are a few of my very personal ones.<br>
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- men that refer to my vagina as “her” or even go as far as trying to name her. NOPE. She is not another “female”, she is ME. </div>
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- men that do corny-ass jokes thinking they are so witty when wanting to eat my pyssy. Like “i need to be fed” or “I’m hungry” wink-wink. *eyes rolling*</div>
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- men that don’t make any sound when they come. It just weirds me out and frankly i LOVE the sound and feeling of a man coming. I live it like a little victory. </div>
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- men that don't trim their dicks and balls. No, just no.<br>
- not caring about wether i came or not. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.<br>
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Ya... i felt i needed to tell the world outside of my group of girlfriends.<br>
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-91605028525666829702017-10-11T09:48:00.000-05:002017-12-13T23:00:28.797-06:00To break up with a man that was never yours.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I miss his lips. I miss his skin. I miss his tongue. I miss his eyes. I miss his fingers in my hair. But non of it was real. </div>
The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-48564974054408767102017-10-11T09:40:00.001-05:002017-10-12T11:23:13.734-05:00 From obsessed to grossed outWhen being grossed out by one of your ex’ attempts to cuddle with you reminds you that you can get over any guy.<div>Isn’t it fascinating how we can, one day be all over one man, and after a disappointment or just time, really can’t stand the thought of his hands on you?</div><div>It’s amazing. </div><div>I just went on an improvised road trip with this ex of mine. We have remained friends and so chilling together made sense. I just didn’t realize we were going to end up sharing a hotel room... and a hotel bed. </div><div>That night, even though i had been REALLY clear, he of course tried to “naturally cuddle” while pretending to be asleep. </div><div>RIIIIIGHT.</div><div>I elbowed him so bad it was pathetic to see him pretend it didn’t wake him up and flee to his side of the bed.</div><div>That’s the thing, i love to cuddle. And i used to be so into this man when we were seeing each other, back in the day. But if I’m not into you anymore, the idea of you even touching me grosses me out.</div><div>I’m currently trying to erase this man from my body... and this weekend reminded me that, with time, it is possible. </div><div><br></div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-77179318897448277152017-08-08T15:21:00.003-05:002017-08-08T15:24:50.393-05:00THAT GLOW<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Not all sex toys are created equal. I just learned that the Mmmhhmm-way.<br />
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So lately, i have had one of these weeks: the ones that everybody seems to stare at you, want to or just straight up talks to you, smiles at you.<br />
As whenever these days happen, i wonder if it's my outfit...or my energy... or my hair... or my cycle. As we all know we are (supposed to be) more attractive during our ovulation. But I have had these days within my ovulation and out of it. So yes... and no.<br />
In this case, i was in my cycle of ovulation, but only 2 days.... the rest of the week was not.<br />
So i Sherlocked this mystery and started looking into what i had maybe done different....<br />
And there it was: the BIG difference: my new sex-toy.<br />
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See i have been mourning my favorite vibrator...and not only is it dead.. it is also discontinued.<br />
But i was not going to let this tragedy get the best of my sexual health, and so i went into a shop, and went through the whole new collections and trends with the sales-guy.<br />
There are these new toys, that are neither dildos nor vibrators. They look a little funny and un-sexy, but their very awesome fonction is everything but a joke: they gently (or less gently lol) suck your clitoris. Like a sweet loving pair of talented lips.<br />
I was a little unsure at first, and decided to try it out, but went for the cheapest (still expensive!) version of it.<br />
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And.... OH EM GEE.<br />
I hadn't had such a strong orgasm with a toy EVER.<br />
Not only that, but i realized i hadn't had one of these with a man in a while as well. I've come, yes. Good: yes. But that hard? Like "you have to contains screaming"-hard? Like "you are actually exhausted and need to take a short nap"-hard? Not in a while.<br />
So i used my new best friend every day, fantasizing away.. of this man in my head licking me like he does so well... and i feel that gave me that "glow"... i mean... it just makes sense to me.<br />
I guess we will truly never know.<br />
But i know i am upgrading my toy soon. It is that magical.<br />
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-60739620518627475572017-07-10T11:39:00.003-05:002017-07-10T11:43:26.348-05:00CRESCENDO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-2225804403670940122017-06-25T17:51:00.001-05:002017-06-25T17:51:08.361-05:00THE FORGOTTEN POWER OF MAKE OUT SESSIONS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Slow... then intense... then deep.... then travel.</div>
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-73018505023970255722017-06-14T07:48:00.001-05:002017-06-14T07:48:53.414-05:00THE SADDEST VIEW IN THE WORLD.<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">There is no saddest sight in the world than a pile of used condoms wasted on a limp dick.</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Staring at you from your night table like the echo of your disappointment ..</div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-41798387734943968612017-05-20T11:17:00.001-05:002017-05-20T11:17:46.677-05:00TRACES OF LUST<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">To find your lace thong from the night before.... laying proud and exhausted from a night of passion... wet from my cum... our sweat... his saliva...</span><br><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">What a beautiful sight.</div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-36510115380598427892017-05-11T14:40:00.001-05:002017-06-14T07:50:09.804-05:00THE IMPORTANCE OF TOUCHING YOURSELF TO ANOTHER MAN<div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">So i have been trying to get this useless man out of my mind. But like a corny annoying badly written song, he is stuck in my head.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">So i have decided to take this purging to the next level.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I have been in touch with an ex. A great ex. And thankfully for me, a way better in bed ex.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">So this morning, to start my day right, i decided to touch myself to this ex. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Wasn't easy at first as it wasn't fully organic but.... it worked. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And my orgasm was amazing.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">* Patting myself on the shoulder *</div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-21610264327622789432017-04-15T08:06:00.001-05:002017-07-10T06:16:25.178-05:00The lose lose situationI fell for a man. Hard. Although this should be good as i haven't cared for a man in years, it is, to me, a catastrophy. <div>This situation is the worst i could ever be in. </div><div>Why? Well: he happens to be one of the best friends of the man who raped me years ago. And he doesn't know. Nobody knows. I live frightened in the thought i could bump into him. </div><div>I am so afraid i have to let him go. Even though he is the only man i want right now. </div><div>I see no solutions. I am trapped, yet again by this man i hate. Years later. Still trapped.</div><div><br></div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-46085553181530536432017-04-07T05:21:00.000-05:002017-04-14T11:23:51.545-05:00I MISS THAT FUCKBOY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently, i have been missing that un-interesting, immature fuckboy i had been sleeping with.<br>
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Because i miss the crazy, just violent enough sex we used to have all over my apartment.<br>
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That "fucking so wild" all of my furniture was literally completely displaced sex.<br>
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That "please let me suck you dick because it is so beautiful" sex.<br>
That "damn you are so un-interesting but can you grab and take me from behind already" sex.<br>
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I miss his big sure hands, his big juicy lips, his alway so-hard dick...<br>
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That shut the fuck up and fuck me boy.<br>
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-14265353689728658652017-04-06T05:15:00.000-05:002017-06-26T09:03:15.009-05:00BIG BOYS THAT CAN'T FUCK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently, i have met the 3rd specimen of this very strange and (thankfully) rare breed of men: the very handsome, very popular and very "cool" man that SOMEHOW can't do shit in bed.<br>
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Seriously, i don't get it. This 3rd man in question, is older, very good looking, extremely popular with the ladies, has had loads of girlfriends, was even married, and is emotionally very articulate. An amazing prospect i thought.<br>
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Nope.<br>
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The moment we finally got together, the second we kissed, the evening i slept over.... i realized sci-fi can take so many forms.<br>
The dude lay over me like a bag of sand. Barely caressed anything else than my vagina and didn't even know how to properly grab my ass. Even after i asked AND showed him (in a cute sexy girl trying to not harm men's ego way). I even tried the "let's get a tiny kinky" to see if maybe he was just shy.. (it had happened to me with an ex, 1st time was terrible because he was afraid to let go his kinky self).. but no.<br>
And after HE came..'coz obviously, i didn't, he lay there, feeling like an olympic champion, like "damn we just made love". <u>Completely</u> unaware of my face of shock/disappointment.<br>
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The only type of sexual scenario where you are not mad he doesn't go all night.<br>
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Damn boy, how did all these ladies stand to stay with you more than a few days??<br>
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Sci-fi is real people.<br>
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-77303797730615025662016-12-08T18:46:00.002-06:002016-12-08T23:31:33.134-06:00ALL ABOUT THE PUSSY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Things work in weird ways sometimes...<br />
So i have been really frustrated with this guy i was seeing... great qualities but damn he could piss me off. By his immaturity, his lack of awareness and above all, his lack of pussy-licking.<br />
And this week, this ex of mine shows up in town.... and reminds me of everything i loved about mature, older, classy PUSSY-EATING men.<br />
Goodness, it's like God felt sorry for me. So he send me everything i lacked for one good week of getting back to my good happy self.<br />
But what is funny, is that he is JUST that, what i lacked. I have no feelings for him, we are just really good friends. I am literally just refueling in great conversations, quality dates, non-stop cuddling and affection and great pussy-eating. We don't even have sex every time, he just can't get enough of making me come on his mouth. And that my friends, is a real talent, as very few knowledgable men have that gift.<br />
His hands all over your ass cheeks, your breasts, his tongues playing with your clit like a raver on extasy...That talent of reading your body shivers, interpretating your moans, and loving what he does so much that it makes any inch of self-conciousness you may have left, dissapear. Once you see yourself through HIS desire, his lips deeply into your pussy, there is no way not to come.<br />
As he leaves, you see this face of victory of the man that takes pride in making you smile after coming.<br />
And for that, i am very thankful.<br />
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Don't ever under-estimate the power of the great Pussy-Eating Master.<br />
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-12264615446754412072016-11-14T09:31:00.001-06:002016-11-14T09:31:16.608-06:00You don't like to eat pussy??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have been very lucky in my sex life. Not in my love life, but in my sex life. My partners have almost all been good or great.<br />
I have also been seeing a pattern in certain guys i had sex with, like preferences of positions, dominance, booty slapping. But the most sexy thing about all of them, was that they loved eating me out. LOVED. I can tell they were pussy lovers in general, but they always made it into such an important part of our love making, it makes me feel like a damn Queen.<br />
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The beauty of it to me, is to crave eating me out AND still dominate me in bed.... like the perfect balance of you serve me, and through that you gain your power and i serve you.<br />
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Until this guy. I actually had almost come to think there were no more guys who didn't eat girls out. Not a single guy that didn't take mad pride into mastering the vagina with their lips and tongue.<br />
But yes. 2016... they are still out there girls! Not extinct!<br />
And so when he did go down on me a couple times, i KNEW it was only to make me happy.... and i just don't find that sexy. It is almost like he doesn't embrace you ALL. As our vagina, like their dicks, are a central part of your sexual selves... it almost makes me feel like you are a kid that finds the "pipi" "gross and eww". And i don't fuck kids.<br />
To top it off, he wasn't good at it.... too rough...too loud.... A damn shame.<br />
So hard to ignore that even-though he was great in bed otherwise.<br />
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I mean, how long can you stay with a lover that doesn't eat you out?<br />
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-86808332924464406282016-09-08T00:28:00.001-05:002016-09-08T00:28:50.108-05:00WHEN YOU ARE SO UPSET THAT...When you are so mad at a guy, you can't even find the concentration to touch yourself in order to relax. THE. WORST. <div>Omg i hate him even more. </div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-6248627325083030722016-09-01T08:38:00.001-05:002016-09-01T09:26:53.232-05:00DON'T MAKE ME BEG FOR IT"Good morning! And how are you today?" He goes. <div>"Great, thank you" I answer as i step into my usual coffee shop. "Fucking frustrated!" I think so lound in my head, i fear someone actually heard my thought.</div><div>And as i walk outside to the terrasse to sit and drink my first warm thing to enter my body since yesterday's date, i discretely stare at every man there, wondering if, them too, make their partners so fucking sexually frustrated.</div><div>Probably not. As this is the very first time in my life I actually have to say "I would like to actually have sex" or "can we make out"</div><div>Ya. This man i have been seing is starting to drive me nuts. It's like he keeps wanting to be closer but keeps teasing me with sexualy and physical attention. I have to ask for it. I always have to start it. And he always makes me feel like some-kind of nympho. And i am no nympho. I love sex, but not to a medically diagnosed level. I mean, in 4 months we only had sex 5 times. FIVE TIMES. That would give me a big 15 times in a year if we continue on this road. LUCKY FUCKING ME. </div><div>I hate not feeling desired. But every time I decide to stop seeing him, he seems to get into a reality check panic mode and changes drastically. Make up your mind dude. Let me also say that i am no dirty, smelly, unattractive or socially dependent girl. Quite the opposite and i really do have a real choice of men that would LOVE to be with me or just fuck me if that's all they could get. </div><div>And the worst thing is, this guy really likes kissing me, and loves fucking me. But it's like he is playing some-kind of young virgin game, in order to have me be more serious or something. Like he told me the other day "why do we always have to have sex when we see each other, can't we chill? I miss hanging out and going to eat and stuff." </div><div>Dude, want to go eat, fucking take me out. </div><div>And sex is not somesort of bonus cookie you give someone as a sometimes reward in a relationship, sex is the most intimate form of being with someone, of experiencing someone's presence and energy, it is intense, sharing and beautiful. </div><div>I guess if he doesn't get that, then i need to find someone that does. </div><div>I need another coffee.</div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-76599755478695428292016-07-29T06:56:00.001-05:002016-07-29T06:56:55.568-05:00TURN OFFI just realized i have this weird thing about men that are really into clothes. A man that knows and is more into shopping than me, turn off. <div><br><div><br><div><br></div></div></div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-65511750135780655652016-06-26T21:46:00.001-05:002016-06-26T21:46:51.357-05:00MAKES ME WET<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEV7_HRDwsKWIOBp_ok-lNf_dHHjdZQUyBYnOnWBHcfKUnXU5mXeFxkTC3Fd3Y9TgCQVSVOblzHp-KA1a80rrjz5TlI9qs_-t6FjDD7XGVvkU71Du5CsYFIOrm7VotASCULHJQvUa5Q-I/s640/blogger-image-823258233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEV7_HRDwsKWIOBp_ok-lNf_dHHjdZQUyBYnOnWBHcfKUnXU5mXeFxkTC3Fd3Y9TgCQVSVOblzHp-KA1a80rrjz5TlI9qs_-t6FjDD7XGVvkU71Du5CsYFIOrm7VotASCULHJQvUa5Q-I/s640/blogger-image-823258233.jpg"></a></div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-51378243258069504772016-06-17T15:01:00.003-05:002016-06-17T15:03:53.692-05:00DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S IN YOUR VAGINA?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549526295623367460.post-24668719262012794852016-06-16T08:24:00.001-05:002016-06-16T09:44:03.572-05:00NAIVE YOUNG MEN<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I recently started sleeping with this really young man. 10 whole years younger than me. At first I was very hesitant as I had a lot of issues with it</span><br><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But as soon as we had sex I figured whatever he's old enough he's very willing and he's very good at what he does.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">There are advantages and this advantages to fucking 25-year-old.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Pros: </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">- Sweet in very cute way.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">- A very beautiful hard in 2 seconds cock.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And it stays hard for very long non-stop time. This one time we were having sex for a good half hour, then he got up coz he needed to catch his breath, went to get two glasses of water drank them, git a towel, wiped his face and went right back at fucking me for another good 30min. That whole 5 minutes break, his dick stayed rock hard. Pretty great. I had forgotten these little details from my 20s.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Cons:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">- Spends time on social media even while with people.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">- Talks about girls like a boy not like a man.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">- But mostly seems to start to mistake my kindness for some sort of control he thinks he has over this situation.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I treat everyone in my intimate circle with kindness. That is how i am, how i was taught, and how I keep the quality of my relationships with my friends.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But he seems to grow a little over-confident.. And cockiness is NOT cute. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And I guess he still has to learn that. But that will be the last lesson I'll be teaching him. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Because boo-boo a beautiful cock is something I truly appreciate but it is not that hard to find, but a kind and considerate man is the real treasure. </div>The Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745013643372183775noreply@blogger.com