You were cold and avoided me since you have broken my heart. As far as I have to stay the part of your family, you have many chances to show it to me. Family dinner, random meetings... you just abominate to sit next to me. You are polite. Very polite. But i can see it in your eyes, in your moves. I hate it. You are nice and nervous and I feel like i would be the last human, you ever wanna see, talk to, touch, love? You still call me 'Baby'in spite of I am not your baby anymore.Of course you do it accidentally and I got it, but it is annoying, it hurts. YOU wanted to be friends, because 'we were really good friends before'and now YOU can't deal with it.
The sweet release of a good orgasm may not be the only reason to get up close and personal with a partner or with yourself, but it definitely adds a nice finishing touch to an already-great experience. Exploring new ways to bring yourself or your partner to orgasm adds variety and heat to your sex life. Plus, orgasms just plain feel good, so it’s nice to have a reliable way to experience one whenever you want to.
These days, it seems as if you can buy just about anything on Amazon, and you wouldn’t be too far wrong. Don’t make the mistake of thinking the amazing level of convenience Amazon brings to the table stops at everyday staples like groceries, clothing, and books though. Amazon has become an increasingly terrific place to shop for sex toys and adult pleasure products as well.
I have been single now for 4 years. For about half of those I chose to stay single, needing time to heal and grow from my disaster of a marriage. The other half I have actively looked for someone to start over with. Here is where I want to scream at every guy on the street. Young, old, professional, blue collar, single dads, baby daddies, no kids, alcoholics, or not, it seems as if every man at some point thinks it’s okay to whip out their dick and take a picture.
He knows the five words that make me hotter than anything. He knows how to use them.
Janine was more than a handful. Yet I never wasted a bit of her. That is the best description I can give of her breasts. Numbers are not for me. Janine was comfortably fluffy. A soft, well turned out sales rep at our company. Even at twenty four the office speculation was baby fat, well dressed, and well out of my league. Her perfect heart shaped behind was often well camouflaged by the long boxy coat of her prim business suit. It was the height of fashion at the time. It also hide her remarkably thin waist that was belied by the generous cleavage above the blouses worn under said coat. But it was her power sell uniform. Her hair was black and pushed high in the air bringing her closer to god. Once achieving such lofty heights it cascaded with great dispatch beyond her soft shoulders while making curtains for a face as pretty as could be on their way to earth. Fleshy dimpled cheeks surrounded a knowing smile that brought irresistible dimples to bear. A hint of freckles on her nose and cheeks showed the time spent on yachts and extended tropical vacations. The freckles were faded as Janine now cultivated her more porcelain skin hue. Finally her years had grown into that luscious body. She also had the most active sex drive I had ever encountered in a woman of her age. Her libido would put the more mature ladies who lunch lasciviousness to shame. She was fearlessly impetuous, getting it whenever and wherever she wanted it and had the filthiest mouth under the right circumstances. She would gleefully describe what she wanted, or do a salacious play by play of what she was getting as well as what it was doing to her. Add in a generous helping of moans, grunts, demands, and commands through the pre, post, as well as all throughout coitus maximus, well you get the idea. With Janine it was maximus or bust rolled up between long shapely legs. It was here my dirty talk during sex began.