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Saturday, February 20, 2010
My First Kiss
My first kiss wasn't at the age of 16.
It was a game of hide & seek. The lights in my parents house had all been turned off. It was pitch black. My brother was counting. Then I felt my hand being pulled and held tightly The neighbors parents had gone out with my brothers and my parents. End of week get away from the kiddies.
-- Posted from my iPhone
It was a game of hide & seek. The lights in my parents house had all been turned off. It was pitch black. My brother was counting. Then I felt my hand being pulled and held tightly The neighbors parents had gone out with my brothers and my parents. End of week get away from the kiddies.
-- Posted from my iPhone
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The power and dispowerment of a great bra
Errands today; there should be no question that I will come into contact with the opposite sex.
I love my husband and he makes me happy, this doesn't mean I don't want to be atractive for the other sexes outside my marriage.
Perhaps becasue I am married now I don't think about the details...
... there is a touch of make-up and comfortable clothing. Let's remember I already have the man and there is no need to advertise the goods.
Between my sister and I she got the breast and eyes, wheras I got the legs, lips, voice, But god dammit I want and wanted nice round boucny boobs.
Sure I can fake it, and I do. But once the illusion
of freeing my moderately modest moe hills is faced at the end of day of errands and flirting innocently with the world, I like to see brown creamy flesh open & free under my paddled push up bra...I had a great lacey underwire bra a few years back and have not been able to replace the sensation off support and nakedness.
Of course the importance of having a fitting is so key. Take the time for yourself. I haven't splurge on great underwear in a while....
-- Posted from my iPhone
I love my husband and he makes me happy, this doesn't mean I don't want to be atractive for the other sexes outside my marriage.
Perhaps becasue I am married now I don't think about the details...
... there is a touch of make-up and comfortable clothing. Let's remember I already have the man and there is no need to advertise the goods.
Between my sister and I she got the breast and eyes, wheras I got the legs, lips, voice, But god dammit I want and wanted nice round boucny boobs.
Sure I can fake it, and I do. But once the illusion
of freeing my moderately modest moe hills is faced at the end of day of errands and flirting innocently with the world, I like to see brown creamy flesh open & free under my paddled push up bra...I had a great lacey underwire bra a few years back and have not been able to replace the sensation off support and nakedness.
Of course the importance of having a fitting is so key. Take the time for yourself. I haven't splurge on great underwear in a while....
-- Posted from my iPhone
Location:Funky Town
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Native Erotica
We think about it more then we really share. On the rare confessions we talk
I am an Anishaabe woman and I love sex. I love the ritual of making love with my husband, but even before I was married. I enjoyed myself, without guilt.
Sexuality was awaken in me when I was very young. It was never a doty thought. It came from something more organic. Nature.
I remember being kissed by the oldest son from the family next door.
It seemed like hours had gone by with our kissing.
Years later maybe the thought entered my mind I was to young, to feel so good about early disire stiring in my loins.
My point is, I did not denied myself pleasure.
I am an Anishaabe woman and I love sex. I love the ritual of making love with my husband, but even before I was married. I enjoyed myself, without guilt.
Sexuality was awaken in me when I was very young. It was never a doty thought. It came from something more organic. Nature.
I remember being kissed by the oldest son from the family next door.
It seemed like hours had gone by with our kissing.
Years later maybe the thought entered my mind I was to young, to feel so good about early disire stiring in my loins.
My point is, I did not denied myself pleasure.
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