1. tell us two reasons why you would stay in a bad relationship. the sex is filthy. loneliness. like Emma Thompson said in one of those Merchant/Ivory movies, "there's nothing out there but loneliness."
2. do you wish your private life was kinkier? i wish the whip wasn't invisible. i keep telling her it's the jet that's invisible, not the lasso. but Wonder Woman does what Wonder Woman wants. when she wears black nailpolish tho that really gets me hot.
3. tell us about your weirdest sexual experience. appropriately, it was on the luge. our mutual cum made the track even slipperier. it was the most beautiful thing. we orgasmed right at the red finish line. my mouth was in the O shape. her mouth was in the O shape. and it was an Olympic record on that track. OOO for the XXX, Valentine's.
4. can you have a totally hands-free orgasm? only if done by a professional. in the luge.
5. what tips can you give for staying hard (you personally or keeping your partner hard)? the ice is rock-hard to start with, use that as a "goals" example for your penis to follow. you want to keep that penis as hard as possible for drift. it acts as an extra nozzle stick. you need all the steering you can muster to control when you're out there on the luge. the thought of bumping one of those edges, going over the side, and plummeting to your death really maintains the erection.
bonus: is it okay to not celebrate Valentine's Day even though you have a partner? why or why not? do what your partner wants. i was dating someone who looked like a Valentine's candy heart. he had a rather morbid affinity for chocolate. all he did, all he was obsessed with, was turning everyone in the world into a candy bar and getting those bars in his belly. i tried to call it off but he ended up eating me. i was dating Majin Buu.
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4 comments:
I'm really laughing. Lube on the Luge: A Romance
ancilla: a Harlequin romance. or rather, a Harley Quinn Romance
Ice is always the answer: Once frozen, all altered memory is reset returning the substance once again to its natural life-giving state. Vitality. Which is vital. Ice Ice Baby was a mantra, not a song. *)
mah dahlin in the third grade instead of Valentine's cards we traded cassette tapes of Ice Ice Baby in class. all the girls and boys, and the teacher, rocked that Vanilla Ice haircut, the high-stack hair tower. except me...
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