i love to suck my boyfriends dick. i like when he moves it in and out of my mouth himself , and i don't have to do much .

when i masterbate,
i imagine that i'm sucking my boyfriends dick.
^o^ haha

I am so *anxious* that it actually hurts.

Speaking of, did we ever figure out what the female equiv. of "blue balls" is?

the best I heard was neglected kitty.

Swollen clit? Wait whaaat...?

What about... Achy Kitty?

Wouldn't just sexually frustrated sum it up?

For me it's an aching kitty Dave, an actual aching, hurting feeling. When partner decides to give me some T&D, he'll sometimes do it until kitty is to the point of that aching, hurting feeling where I can't take it anymore and begging him to let me cum.

Now I want to sing Sheldon's soft kitty song. ;o)

So one day I went to work at my job at a grocery store. This was years ago, and when I get in, the whole store smelled so bad. Apparently, some guy shit himself and left a trail of poop up and down every aisle. The funny part was that the supervisor had to clean up a solid piece. I was talking to the cashier who served him, and he told her he wasn't feeling well.

I spent the day cleaning the store, and to this day, there is almost nothing that grosses me out...

Sorry for the ickies...

Thank you for that lovely visual Kyle. lol

Thank you Kyle..and I am getting the visual in smellarama as my dog is passing horrible gas.

Lol, Kyle! Reminds me of the movie Dirty Love when Jenny mcCarthy get her period And bleeds down every isle in the store. Kind of dumb movie but I laughed the whole way through.

Okay, so I woke up this morning and there was a jar of peanut butter next to the bed. Huh? Why was that there? Then I looked for the phone - phone not there. My glasses were in a basket in the bed. Huh? What's that about?

How out of it was I last night? and no I was not drinking.
As I looked up at the ceiling I tried to retrace my steps from last night. I remember getting up, going downstairs to let the dog out and vaguely I remember putting peanut butter on celery. Did I eat it? Why wasn't there a dish next to the bed, or maybe in the bed (yes I looked)
Oh well, chalked it up to a blackout from being so upset yesterday.

Then I came downstairs.. On the kitchen counter was a dish with celery with peanut butter on it, but wow, what a sloppy job I did. The peanut butter was all over the celery, dish and counter. Next to this whopping mess was my phone.

So from what I can figure is that I made this pile of goo, didn't want it and thought I took the phone back upstairs with me, when in reality I took the jar of peanut butter instead. I wonder if I tried dialing the jar of peanut butter?

Oh and still no clue why the glasses were in a basket next to me in bed. Damn, I'm messed up.

No, you're not the one messed up MsViv, you're stressed to the limits. (((hugs)))

msviv-----------i have done things like that too. HUGS. extreme stress will do thought things!

Big hug Viv....yep we can do some crazy funny things when we are stressed!

I'm dog sitting for a friend's very large dog until Sunday night. He said she's never been around cats so he feared I might have trouble between her and my cats. I told him don't worry, they'll be fine, I never had trouble with dogs and cats together. My cats do not fear dogs at all since they grew with large dogs and have lived with dogs their whole life. The dog found out very quickly that the cats have 3 rules, they do not tolerate being chased, barked at or having their ass sniffed. The three of them are now getting along like their best friends.

nothing racist to read into this but, do black people enjoy bdsm?