cool_dude Posted October 27, 2005 Author Posted October 27, 2005 Cute concept, but it's better if the man is involved. Otherwise, I might as well masturbate. We fake it so you Quote
manicmonday Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 My exhusband didn't care if I faked it or not, it was ALL about him, for all three minutes of it. Then the next guy right after him went all night long and I asked to get it over with because my legs were numb. I'm not hard to please, no................. Quote The dick has no conscience and the heart has no rational abilities.
cool_dude Posted October 27, 2005 Author Posted October 27, 2005 ....because my legs were numb. ROFL!!! Quote
eisanbt Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 Some men don Quote http://www.boohbah.com/zone.html "It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards" -Lewis Carroll
manicmonday Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 Theres a difference between critisim and guidence. If you just say "You suck at oral, get better!" That accomplichs nothing, but if you grab a guy by the head, or simply say sometyhing so simple as "higher, good" then I think most guys will happily comply. Always eager to Please! Suck at oral, pun intended??? LMAO Quote The dick has no conscience and the heart has no rational abilities.
eisanbt Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 Suck at oral, pun intended??? LMAO Nothing gets past you. Quote http://www.boohbah.com/zone.html "It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards" -Lewis Carroll
manicmonday Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 Nothing gets past you. Yeah, I'm just "slick" like that. Quote The dick has no conscience and the heart has no rational abilities.
skategreen Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 Ok folks, so this is going to be a story ..and a bit of a long one. Feel free to skip over it. I've been away a bit and am in the mood to write. This thread caught my eye and inspired me. TWINS! Oh Twins!!! The story of the ones that got away... I'm smiling, and lost in yesterday...lost in the story of twins. Once upon a time when I was 16/17 I had a very best gal pal, Kandy. She was wonderful...tall, long blonde hair, played the guitar oh so sweetly. Still my bestest Bud, to this day. We were hippie freaks together. Even after we fell madly in love with the same fella - Sean - Ohh he was the coolest of cool, long freaky frizzed hair, drove a 1932 Ford - One day he saw us wandering about and offered us a ride. On that short hop and skip we both arrived back to her place In Love. Long story short, I got him. Kandy was ever so good about it, even when I dumped him a few months later. At least, I think I dumped him. We might have just spaced each other out. She teased me ever after, about how wicked I was, to have won him. Fast forward a year or so, and I'm on a jaunt. Simply another strange twist in the fabric of a life, I'm a hippie jesus freak, traveling the US wearing a homemade white robe...riding box cars, sleeping under bridges...seeing the world. I have a white-robed travelling buddy - Glen, and part of the whole idea is to be vegetarian and live "as brother and sister" with the world. Yep - No sex! Ohh it seemed like a good idea at the time. A lark. Until ...New Mexico. Somewhere in the hills. Being a NorthWestern Gal, and used to forests primeval, thick underbrush and towering evergreens, the sparse woods with but a carpet of needles underfoot was a novelty. I loved those hills, they were like walking through a well cared for and tended park. No underbrush! What did they do with it all? We meet up with a bunch of hippie type folk who are having some sort of get together, and we end up at a cabin, and are to stay there. The door opens..and is opened by...a God. Jesus. Jesus H. Christ. I think my jaw hit the floor. He was the most beautiful hippie mountain man ... I was struck dumb. Oh my GOD!!! I followed him into the cabin, stunned, blood sizzling. Carbonated. Then it struck me - WHAT THE HELL was I doing in a White Robe? To Hell with THIS!!! Ohhh couldn't I just shuck it all and throw myself at his feet??? His name was Zack, and I writhed thinking of how my bag of Lures had to be kept firmly locked. Sigh. Couldn't do it. Glen and the Adonis are now going off somewhere to scare up some chow. I'm to hang at the cabin. That's fine, I can't even gasp words out to protest, that I must not leave his side..how can I do anything but follow him forever more? ... They leave. I've spoken but 3 words perhaps...truly, undone. I go for a walk, and wander these strange hills. Cursing fate. Wondering if I should just shuck it all and go for the Brass Ring. I wander back to the cabin, and come up on the back, where there's a bit of a porch, and bench. There... sit's Zack. Whittling. Whittling for Christ's sweet Sake!!!! I'm rooted. Then I find my feet, and find my voice, and say, "um, I thought you were going into town?" He says, "oh Hi! You must be talking about Zack. I'm his brother Leo" Don't ask me if I answered him in any manner, it's lost, as I was lost. Beyond all hope. I do know I wandered away - completely leveled. There, in the middle of the sparse trees of the dry New Mexico hills..I suddenly fell to my knees I threw up my arms, and beseeched aloud...a cry..... "OH KANDY!!!!! There are TWO of them!!!" ........... Often, at the mention of twins, I think back fondly, of the two, I didn't get. I didn't make a move to get. The ones that "got away". I had thought that with the zillions of late night gab fests, I must have told the story to Kandy a hundred times. A couple years ago I happened to mention, "THE TWINS", and Kandy looked at me blankly...I hadn't ever told her! I couldn't believe it. There at her San Diego kitchen table, I relayed to her the story of the twins, 20 years later.... and I told her, of how I had thought of her, and how this time, one wouldn't have to go without, there was plenty to go around! And we laughed until our sides were spent, and she there and then, fully forgave me, for Sean. Twins? What do you do? Sometimes.... You writhe. Quote The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings. - Buddha
manicmonday Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 Your story is bittersweet. It reminded me of my first love and now even 15 years later, I wonder.................... Quote The dick has no conscience and the heart has no rational abilities.
skategreen Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 Your story is bittersweet. It reminded me of my first love and now even 15 years later, I wonder.................... Ohhhh yes! and - thanks. Quote The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings. - Buddha
Lethalfind Posted October 27, 2005 Posted October 27, 2005 I love your way with words Skate. Quote I am a pathetic piece of shit leeching single mom.
skategreen Posted October 28, 2005 Posted October 28, 2005 I love your way with words Skate. Kiss kiss, dear Leth! Quote The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings. - Buddha
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