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  1. 15 points
    So, a few years ago now when I first became a moderator here I decided to write a blog explaining my life to date, my journey if you will. A little background on the woman who'd become your new mod. But, after deciding to leave shybi shortly after, I deleted that blog along with my profile before I left. Looking back at that now it seems kinda foolish, mostly because I didn't back up a copy before I erased it, and because of that here I sit at my keyboard once again. At the moment I'm trying to remember what I shared, but my memory isn't my best feature so I guess I'm starting this from scratch. So here goes... This will likely be my only blog, like an extension of my profile if you will. Just to let you all know who I am and why I'm here. Maybe I can help some of you with my story in the process. I'm not one to overshare usually, not with strangers anyway, but I do like to use my experiences in life in order to help others, so I'll try to do this without going into too much detail. My story began like a lot of women here, growing up I always felt different to the other girls. I was very close in age to my sister and cousin and so the 3 of us were brought up like siblings and spent most days together. When they'd have dolls and pretty dresses, I'd have cars, climb trees and get dirty. Now I don't want to sound like your typical uneducated idiot who believes girls should have dolls and boys should have cars, I believe in giving children whatever toy most interests them, there's no girl or boy toys in my house, but at that young age it made me feel like I was different because I wasn't your "typical girl" like them. As I got older they started to discover make up, and do each other's hair, and I'd be out playing sports and not giving a crap about how I looked. All my friends were boys, I did try and make friends with girls but I just didn't feel comfortable being around them because they didn't like what I liked. It wasn't until I was 12 that I finally became best friends with a girl. She was nothing like me, she loved make up, and boys (something I'd never even thought about). We would spend a lot of time in her room listening to music which was something we both loved, and talking about whatever pop star we had a crush on. I didn't really notice boys at that point, but I went along with it because I wanted her to like me. We did everything together, we were always together, then I started to develop feelings, for her. At that point I told myself it was wrong, that it wasn't how things were meant to be. In the end I became really jealous every time she spoke to any other girls, and maybe that became more and more obvious to her, then after a while we were no longer friends anymore. I was devastated. Told myself I'd not let that happen again and went back to making friends with boys until my late teens. I think this was the realisation for me that I was different, but because I felt it was wrong I hid it from everyone and tried to push it down inside me hoping if I ignored it long enough it would go away. I was 19 before I got into my first serious relationship with a man. I never really trusted them to be honest, things had happened in my past that made me very wary of them, and so it wasn't easy for me to even talk to them never mind trust them. We met over the phone, we started texting on some chat function our phones had back then. It was 2003 and not a lot of people I knew had the internet, nor did we have the flash phones we have these days. He was very sweet and kind, he told me his story, I told him mine, we connected in a way I never had with anyone else and we met after talking for 11 months. He travelled around 200 miles to come see me where I live, he met my family and was the perfect gentleman. Everyone loved him. I had an inkling back then that even though he was this wonderful amazing man that loved me no matter what, that something just wasn't right about us. I put it down to my anxiety and having little experience with relationships. I'd struggled many years with health issues, which I told him all about, he understood when I told him about my depression and anxiety issues, because he himself had them too. But when it came to my physical health issues it was a new thing for him. But he surprised me, he was completely understanding, accepting, and patient. You see I've had a genetic connective tissue disorder called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome since birth, you hear about it a lot more these days but back then it was unheard of. I suffered with daily joint dislocations and pain, not to mention all the other wonderfully gruesome stuff that comes along with it. It didn't phase him, he was there during surgeries, hospital appointments, medication trials, he saw me go through some of the worst years of my life. He was also the first person I told about my attraction to women, again it didn't phase him at all. He was completely understanding of my admission that I was bicurious, which is essentially what it was back then, and told me that as long as I was always honest with him and never unfaithful, he had no problems with this. That's when things started to turn kinda pear shaped in my eyes. He kinda gave me that acceptance that I'd always looked for, and I started to notice women a lot more after that. I would often comment on a beautiful woman when I was with him and he'd laugh and agree. Then it progressed, once again I made a female best friend. I was new to the internet and we kinda met online, we spent many years being the best of friends, telling each other everything, sharing stuff that girls share with their besties, but we never actually met which I think helped me avoid temptation. It took a while to develop but I started to have feelings for her. So I went to my boyfriend and told him, he made the odd joke here and there and referred to us as "the lesbians" when in our company. We'd just laugh it off, sometimes I would make a comment that was maybe overstepping for him but because she would respond to it, in a jokey fashion, he seemed okay with it. I crushed on that girl for so many years, but like the previous friend we drifted apart. She moved on with her life, got a boyfriend, and we just stopped talking as much as we used to. I was so sad, it was like I'd ended a romantic relationship. My boyfriend could see it too, he tried his best to even help us reconnect but it never happened and so I just moved on with my life too. Had a big surgery after that and he was my rock through the recovery, learning to do things as simple as walking again, but as always was very understanding and patient. He asked me to marry him shortly after, and I said yes. Fast forward to the day I joined shybi, it was 2011 and myself and my fiancé had been together for almost 8 years. We were happy enough I guess, things never did seem right but I thought maybe it was because we'd been together a long time and relationships do change over long periods of time. I didn't talk to him anymore about my feelings for women, I kept it all bottled up inside and hoped it would go away, after all I was engaged now and so what did it matter. But the years took their toll on me and I found myself more and more unhappy. Then I found this place. I was randomly looking online, searching the terms "bicurious" and "bisexual" and I guess trying to understand it. That's when I came across this place. It was like an Aladdin's cave I must admit, I was incredibly keen, ask any of the old mods here what I was like haha. It was like I'd finally found a place I could be me. I didn't want to come over as depressing, nor did i want anyone to know of my disabilities, and so I decided to create a persona, and that is when "Rocky" was born. I was a huge flirt, I think I hit on every girl who showed an interest in me. I posted all over the forums too, I had finally found a place full of women like me. I wasn't here to find someone, I wasn't here to hook up or date, I was simply here to be myself without judgement. Even if I did come across as trouble, and got in trouble a few times, I loved every second of it. I think the ladies here started to get to know me too, they saw through my mask and discovered that underneath it all I was actually a really kind, caring and understanding individual. People would come to me with their problems and I'd always do my best to help out. I became a permanent fixture here after only a few weeks and I'd never been happier. Now I don't suppose she'll mind me talking about it here, I won't give names or details, but after only a few weeks it happened again. I met someone. We flirted, we talked, we got to know each other, and we soon realised we were very alike. Our lives similar in creepy ways, our hobbies and interests were mirrored in each other, even our boyfriends looked alike, and we soon realised we could tell each other everything. We became the best of friends, we knew there was more there and we often discussed it in detail, but in the end we knew that nothing would ever happen because we both wouldn't leave our partners, and mine wasn't open to anything outside the relationship. Not to mention she was American and I never thought there was a chance we'd ever meet. But we became best friends, and our boyfriends became friends too, and then our families, after a while it was like we'd always been in each others lives. But deep down my feelings for her clouded my judgement and I made foolish mistakes that cost me her friendship, and my relationship, on multiple occasions. I shared with her how I couldn't hide who I was anymore, and she supported me in whatever I wanted to do. So I told my boyfriend that it had happened yet again, but this time it was different. I wanted more, I'd overstepped boundaries, I essentially betrayed him and went behind his back, not in a physical way but emotionally. He was crushed. We talked a lot after that, I think I was finally able to get across to him that this wasn't just a curiosity, but this was me, and had been me this whole time. He told me he'd forgive me, that we could make it work if I was more open and honest with him, but I wasn't to seek out a woman again because he couldn't handle that betrayal again. I agreed at that stage, I told myself I couldn't lose him even though at that stage I realised that maybe I'd become more dependant on him than anything. I told myself no one would want me the way I was and he did. Why throw that away? Guess what, you guessed it! It happened again. But this time it was different. After being here for a while I decided to leave shys, I continued my friendship with the girl above outside of shys, and even though I've put her through a ton of shit over the years I'm pleased to say we're still friends. But I couldn't stand being here anymore. I could see all these women talking about their experiences, their girlfriends, and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I got on with my life and tried to forget about the place. Then one night, I got into a conversation with my friend from here about our relationship, it was always kinda odd, and people would often ask us if we were dating we were so close, but I felt I could still talk to her about my feelings. That night we talked about how my feelings were still all over the place, that even though I'd gotten over this crush with her, I still wanted to be with a woman. I was miserable and I didn't know what else to do. We talked about it a lot and she told me she'd support whatever I chose to do, and with that, I decided to come back here one night and see if my old friends were still around. I logged into chat on December 5th 2013, I was approaching my 30th birthday that month, and my 10 year anniversary with my fiancé. I didn't recognise anyone at first, then a few familiar faces popped in and it was like I'd never left, and there she was. I'd noticed that all the girls in the room were flirty and outgoing and so my old persona sneaked back in pretty quickly, I started to flirt with everyone in the room I think, I'd been gone a while and I was like a kid in a candy store I guess. But she stood out, to this day I still don't know why her name caught my eye. Something about her just drew me in and I found myself wanting to know more about her. She was the quietest in the room, not really talking much, and maybe that's what intrigued me a little, she wasn't falling victim to my charms like everyone else haha. I tried my hardest to get her attention but she didn't really respond. Then I asked a question, so where is everyone here from? Everyone replied, and then she did, Michigan here.... My first thought was oh no not another one You see the girl I mentioned above was also from Michigan and I made some stupid joke about how I had a thing for women from Michigan. She laughed and went back to being quiet. I did my usual stupid chat stuff, flirted, virtually dancing with the others, think I virtually stripped at one point, but she never said a thing. So I decided I was gonna send her a PM. The reason I had for messaging her was a stupid one, and was all I could come up with, but it got her attention. We chatted for a little after that and then went back to the main room where she started to join in a little more. After the night was over I left her a "Hey you" kinda message on her profile and she responded. From that moment I knew this wasn't your average attraction, after all I had no idea what she even looked like. For the first time I was drawn to a woman before I'd even laid eyes on her. This was a different kind of connection. We talked on and off numerous times after that night. I'd log on to see if she was there and when she wasn't I'd log out again. She wasn't around for a little while after that and I found myself asking around to see if anyone knew where she'd gone. No one knew. Then one day she came back, I didn't ask where she'd gone or what she was doing, I just told her I was glad she was back. I got a little forward after that and asked her for a photo, at this point I was already hooked and I told myself I didn't really care what she looked like because we'd connected in other ways. She told me she didn't share her photos here but she'd pm me one. I was so nervous, what if she wasn't what I usually go for? what if that would be a problem? I loved her personality already, and as much as I don't care about looks, I felt that some kind of attraction had to be there. I opened her message and saw her, she was adorable. I told her right away, I think it made me even more keen to pursue her. But I played it cool this time, I wasn't about to ruin this. Then one day in January of 2014 I made a status, a status that was seated in my depressive nature, she responded in a caring concerned way and told me if I ever needed to talk to message her. She told me later she never thought I'd take her up on the offer and was pleasantly surprised when I did. We got talking, not much, just bits here and there but in private. I showed her my weird bendy joints, mostly I was curious about how she'd react. It didn't phase her, at all, she'd worked in the medical field and anything of that nature didn't scare her off, she seemed more intrigued than anything. So I made the choice to ask if she'd like to chat outside of shys, she was like... Sure! Where? And I said how about WhatsApp? Here's my number, add me, I'll be there. She told me later that she didn't think I was serious, that a girl like me would give her the time of day, that she tried to call my bluff and she was shocked when she found out I was being serious. And that's how Tbare and I began. Outside of shys we became inseparable, we talked every day, we'd call each other, skype, and those feelings I had for her only grew. This was unlike anything I'd ever felt before and at that point I knew, I was gonna have to come clean yet again and tell my fiancé. Only this time I wasn't sure what I was gonna do. This time I couldn't just cut ties and apologise, this time I couldn't push it deep down and forget. I was in love, and it kinda felt like the first time. My boyfriend slowly saw my relationship with her develop over time. He told me of his concerns but I just shrugged them off and said everything was fine. He knew it wasn't. I knew it wasn't. Then one night she told me something on the phone, some bad news, and I broke down in tears. I was genuinely sad for her, I was a mess when my boyfriend walked in and saw me sitting there in a puddle of tears. He had no idea what was wrong and just hugged me in silence. Eventually he asked what was upsetting me so much, and I flat out told him that this girl was going through something and I wanted to be there for her, the fact that I was stuck here and I wanted to be there with her was making me miserable. I didn't want her to be alone. I loved her. I think that was the night we both realised we were over, we were distant after that. I guess we went through a separation, he said he needed time to think before we sat down and talked about it. I saw this as an opportunity to spend more time with her and that was when I knew that my relationship with him was over. Shortly after this the woman who I loved most, my grandmother, my best friend, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. 6 weeks to 2 months they told us at the hospital. As I was the only one not working in my family I stepped up, I was gonna take care of her like she had done me when I was a kid growing up with so many problems. I gave it my all, I was on 24hr call, feeding, toileting, changing, I saw my nana go from the strong independent woman I admired and loved turn into a shell. It broke my heart. I was there for everything, good and bad, we got to spend the most amazing 6 weeks together. But they were also the most heart breaking of my entire life to date. I didn't want to put her through the knowledge that my relationship was over, she'd loved this man like her own grandson for over a decade, they were the best of friends. He was heartbroken when he found out, but agreed we would keep up appearances while she was still with us. He visited her when he could, he'd hold her hand and talk to her for hours, he'd hold bowls under her while she puked up whatever meds they gave her that day, he helped me take care of this amazing lady and for that I will always be grateful to him. During the 2 months my nana was sick I decided to introduce her to T, I kept thinking she isn't gonna get to meet this amazing person I want to share my life with. They had to know each other. So I told her all about her, her life, her family, our friendship, she was always so intrigued about her and always asked about her and how she was doing. Then they spoke on the phone one night while I left them to go do dishes, I came back to hear them both in fits of laughter. They got along well. Then she stopped laughing and said to her, I wouldn't say this if I didn't mean it but you're a very beautiful girl, and I'd love nothing more than if you were my 5th granddaughter. That was exactly what I wanted to hear, even though I never really knew if she knew (She asked me on several occasions why myself and my boyfriend had split up, and I kept saying we hadn't) I always told myself that she did and she accepted her and us. Even if she didn't, or wouldn't have, it didn't matter after that. My nana loved me and nothing would have gotten in the way of that. I was there when she took her last breath, I held her hand and told her I loved her. Was the hardest thing I've ever done. T was there for me every day, talking to me, listening to me, sometimes just hearing me cry for hours on end. She gave me the reassurance and the strength to get through it all. She was my rock and I couldn't have done it all without her. On the day my nana died my fiancé showed up to see her, but it was too late for him to say goodbye. I reached out to hug him and he pulled away. I asked him if I could please have a hug, that's all I wanted, he eventually obliged but instantly pulled away. I asked if we could talk, he said it was too late and that I'd made my choice. I guess I just wanted a chance to make a clean break, to talk it all out and say what needed to be said. But he wasn't up to listening, and to be honest I don't blame him. To this day I feel guilt ridden over the whole thing, he was a good man, and I'm not the type of person to hurt anyone. I care too much to ever hurt someone. Yet here I was hurting the one person who'd been there for me for over a decade, no matter what. I wish I could go back sometimes, not to change where I am now, but to change how it happened. I'd have the decency to tell him straight. The last thing he said to me was, we all make mistakes in life, that he has made his fair share too, but we made these mistakes to learn from them. That he hoped that what had happened meant that I'd learn from it and never do it again. I promised him that. He walked away after that and we didn't speak for a long time. It's been 3 years now and we're finally in a good place, we can talk and be friends to an extent, and we still help each other out when we can. I truly hope that he finds someone who is worthy of his love, because like I tell everyone still, they don't make a lot of men like him anymore. My relationship with T only blossomed after that. I went to visit her 4 times in America, which was terrifying as Id never flown before. The first time was in the fall for 2 weeks, second time in the summer for almost a month, the third time again the following summer for almost a month, where she got down on one knee and asked me to be her wife, and then last but not least the fourth time for a month over the Christmas and New Years holidays. We struggle with the distance like any other couple in a LDR, but we make it work. We just had our 3 year anniversary and we couldn't be happier. I have truly found my soulmate, the person I want to spend my entire life with. But at the same time I found myself, which was the most important thing in all of this. We continue to grow as a couple every day and our love for each other has never failed, and it's been tested so many times. I know that she is my happy ending, and I will always do my best to progress forward and get closer to the day we can be together permanently. My family love her and have accepted my relationship with her, although it took some time, and her family love and accept us just the same. We're always gonna encounter people who think we shouldn't be together, and sadly we've known of a few, but the most important ones, and their opinions, are the only ones that matter to us. I thank this place every day for her, she is my reason for all that I do. I fight harder, I achieve more, and I never give up, because of her. She has had such a profound impact on my life, and I have never loved anyone like I love her. She makes me happier than I've ever been, and I hope that I can always make her proud of me as we go through life together. She is my reason for getting up every day and fighting the hand I've been dealt, and I like to think the support, love, and adoration that I have for her has made her more accepting of who she is, and how far she's come, because she is truly an amazing, strong and beautiful woman, and I couldn't be luckier in life than to have her by my side. So I guess I wanna finish this blog (If you've gotten this far) with this, don't be someone you aren't. Don't portray yourself to be anything less than the amazing, unique, individual that you are. We are all blessed with this ability to see the beauty in people, no matter the gender. I think that's a pretty amazing ability to have. So why hide it. I know there are women out there who can't be open and honest to everyone they know, and that we live in a world where this is seen as something wrong in the eyes of many, but never hide it completely. I tried and it ended in disaster. It wasn't until I accepted who I was and embraced it that I was finally able to be happy. Even if the only place you can be open is here, be open, be proud, and never, ever, see it as a curse. I hope not only I, but others who read this, can learn from my mistakes and go on to use this as a way to make their life better. Rocky x
  2. 5 points
    Giving is SUCH a turn-on for me! If I had to choose between the two, I'd go with giving.
  3. 4 points
    Louis Icart (1888 - 1950) was a French painter who reached his peak of popularity in the late 1920s in Europe and America and his work was seen as synonymous with the Art Deco movement. He painted beautiful young women in sensual, erotic poses, sometimes with other women, often with an implication of same-sex sexuality. His women wore glamorous clothing and were often shown with exotic and beautiful animals - horses, cats, dogs and birds which suggested an intimate playfulness.
  4. 4 points
    My first threesome was with a couple back in the days of AOL. The guy and I had chatted online, and I met him and his fiancee at the time. We clicked and discussed boundaries (EVERYONE is entitled to boundaries and desires), set another date to meet, and there it was. We hooked up once after that, but that was it. It was something I was looking for, as I was curious if I was into women, and I felt better having a guy there for whatever reason. The next time around, it was my husband and me searching for a girlfriend. We'd met a few women here and there, but we met a woman on OKCupid. I don't remember if it was her or my ex-husband who initiated contact, but I remember her saying on her profile she was interested in couples and identified as poly. We met with her and that went well, and we fooled around that night. We dated for 6 months with many threesomes in that time. Again, we discussed boundaries early on, and eventually we chipped away at those as trust built. I think it's REALLY important to discuss boundaries ahead of time. It will save everyone jealousy and headaches in the end. If you haven't already, I recommend reading The Ethical Slut. It's a great book about polyamory, and it will spark some good conversations, even if poly isn't necessarily your thing.
  5. 3 points
    This used to be a definite lean towards giving and now, I still love (love love love) giving, but I swoon when affection and sexual attention are given to me on a whole new level that makes it hard to get enough for the moment. You definitely have to stay a little more conscious of what's going on and your partner's reactions while giving so it's been amazing to just get lost in pleasure while getting instead.
  6. 3 points
    YES YES YES, I love when hubby does this and my h/f has always been very good with her talents too. .
  7. 3 points
    Met through an advertisement. He was German she was Swedish. Very uninhibited and worldly, just what I needed at the time. It was a very heady experience as they were quite wealthy so the champagne and sex flowed. Found her more attractive than him, knew at the time that I would not repeat the experience but afterwards did experience some improvement with my self confidence. Not sure why, maybe cos I had been there seen it done it, flushed it through my system and in the process saw that other people actually did what I had been fantasising about. Not for me again but glad I had this experience.
  8. 2 points
    I've grown up in a small and closed off town. My family, mostly Christians, but also very judgmental and narrow minded. The ones I hung/grew up around the most seem to always have this bad outlook towards life, especially my mother. She worries about everything and is very stubborn. And recently, all she wants to do is complain about everything, which makes it very mind draining when your around her. She does have gay/lesbian friends, but always mentions (to us) how it's wrong in the bible and so on. She gets upset with us (me and my sisters) when we say we don't want to hear it. She about blew a gasket when my youngest sister went to the gay pride parade (one sister in my corner). I mean, I know she will still love me, but the thought of hearing her preach to me about how "wrong it is to feel the way I do" is not something I'm looking forward to. It is something I know I will have to endure when I finally find someone to be with (still hopeful) but I feel like I'm still running from my feelings keeping it from her. Oddly, I feel it is going to be a woman. Main reason is because since I've came to the conclusion that I actually do like girls I've felt more content with myself. Started seeing myself in a whole new light. Earlier this month is the first time I actually looked in the mirror and thought the face staring back was pretty (without makeup). Later on during the day when I did put makeup on, I thought I was beautiful. That is a major step from me. And for the first time the same day, I didn't shy away from cameras like I always do (family Mother's Day dinner). I still have issues with being overweight, but I can see where my legs, wrists and fingers are getting smaller and love the way there are starting to look. I know I still have a long way to go and there are going to be many ups and downs (praying more ups then downs) but eventually I will get to the person I want to be, inside and out. I felt like I needed to share this mainly for myself. So when I have the down days, I can see that I at least at one point, I thought I was pretty.
  9. 2 points
    Waves my wee little flag if you put your cursor over it you will see it comes up NZ Ha, love this term! I would say I fit in this category which has nothing to do with degrading or disrespecting others (or sexuality in general) and everything to do with what works for me as an individual. If we worry about what society thinks, we will never live our true authentic selves.
  10. 2 points
    I'm using my sisters jeep right now and she left a ring in there. I decided to try it on and it fits. So now i can wear a size 8!! Was up to size 10 at one time. So much progress and was mostly done by changing how I eat and not really exercising!
  11. 2 points
    Not anymore, I scratched that itch this morning. several times.
  12. 2 points
    I am glad you used the word 'backward' that is now their behaviour comes across to me. I lived through the sixties but I have never seen behaviour like it. Granted it has quieted down but now there is a tense silence and spontaneous muttered verbal attacks and the social exclusion remains. I have learned to ignore it and quietly go about my business but I am very guarded and hyper vigilant. I have a double stigma as I am despised for being single as well, like they have never seen an independent single woman before. Now that is backward.
  13. 2 points
    It is disgusting you are subjected to homophobic violence. Sorry to hear about your partner and the horrid society in which you live. As for what others say regarding cheating, their opinion really doesn't matter, so I would ignore them.
  14. 2 points
    Update I saw her a few days ago. I noticed that she played with my hair several times, and I played with hers too to reciprocate. At first, she was kinda timidly touching it and I was like "oh you can play with my hair I actually love it when people do that" and she said "oh ok I thought you didn't like it when people touched you" and I said "yeah I don't but it's ok when you do" and she said "good" in a playful way. We've also been texting a lot more lately. She doesn't usually text people, not even her boyfriend (according to what she's told me) and if she does text people, she isn't great about it. She doesn't really use many emojis or send flowery texts. She's told me she prefers to talk on the phone, but she knows that I prefer to text. When we've been texting, she'll send the occasional emoji (usually either the kissy face, the heart eyes, or the red heart) but just the fact that she's texting me is a big deal. Well today, she texted me this morning to tell me good luck with something I had going on. Then we kinda kept talking all day, off and on, and then I told her that I hoped everything was good with her and I loved her lots and she said "I love you too" and then she sent "Goodnight" with a kissy face emoji. Hm. We're hanging out in a few days so I'll see how that goes! Maybe that'll reveal more.
  15. 2 points
    It's interesting to hear the difference in attitudes toward rimming between bi/lesbian women and bi/gay men... As we all probably know, anal sex is a primary feature of gay male sex (but, I should add, not for everyone), and rimming is part of that...so gay men tend to be more comfortable with it, and the associated anal hygiene and maintenance is more of routine thing... (That's not to say that everyone is that diligent..but I won't go there...) So, if you are into anal play, you and your partner really just need a good hygiene routine, for yourselves and your toys, which makes the whole situation so much more appealing...and sexy... It's really no different from tending to vaginal hygiene, so if you're into both, just be sure not to neglect the back end...
  16. 2 points
    There is hypocrisy in others judgement that I have been pondering about. I agree with you entirely. It seems that people only class it as cheating if you are heterosexually married to your primary partner, like the legality of marriage somehow makes us devoid of other feelings and needs and if we have them we should be ashamed or not act on them. My experience of being in a het marriage and having a gendered monogamy agreement and the public horror that it provoked and still does, has, sadly made me reluctant to marry again. I like to be in charge of my destiny and in particular my sexual choices. Nobody gets to tell me what I can and can't do or can and can't feel, never again. Hence I remain in limbo with my life.
  17. 2 points
    I've done it in a wicked traffic jam before...also in the bathroom at work
  18. 2 points
    1. A threesome with a sexy ass female and a sexy guy while the guy is fucking me from the back vaginally. 2. Ride a curvy, beautiful woman's face that has a talented tongue until I cum over and over . 3. Get eaten out all night (or half of the night) by a beautiful, curvy woman while tied up in a bed.
  19. 1 point
    Who Plays Destiny 1 and who is excited about the new Destiny coming out soon?
  20. 1 point
    Don't you love family get together's where they try to set you up with guys? I just nod my head and say I'm not interested. A part of me wanted to scream out I'm not interested in guys at this time. /sigh
  21. 1 point
    It seems like every TV show you have listed I love as well. I need to catch up on Orphan Black.
  22. 1 point
    I may have been known to send highly pornographic words and images... now and then.
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    Hi Ladies. Any update on how things are progressing with updating some of the forums and site info so that they are visible to signed-in members only?
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    My Hitachi magic wand is the best. I was able to use it this morning and came 3 times. Absolutely love that thing.
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    So many changes coming soon, Only 6 weeks until our wedding, and not long after we will be buying our first home together, All registered for the 3rd year of my Psychology with Counselling Degree and my self and my soon to be wife have just starting the process of becoming registered foster carers. Life really is what ever you want it to be.
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    When you wake up with a megadeth song playing in your head you know it's gonna be a good day
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    Everyone needs to remove formatting for their post on this thread so it's easier to see. It pops up when you paste at the bottom of the reply box! 1. Is there anyone of your friends that you would ever consider having sex with? Yes, they'd be repeats. 2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night? Anytime, but having a long evening session is my jam. 3. What side of the bed do you sleep on? Furthest from the window, closest to the door. 4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money? I was young. 5. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath? >> Had sex in a bathroom? Both. Most people do keep those in that room, feel free to ask where my new bath is gonna be though, cos it ain't in there... 6. Do you watch/read pornography? I look. 7. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? Variety is the spice of life. 8. Do you love someone on your blogroll? I think this was posted from Tumblr 9. Would you choose love or money? Love. Make your own money! 10. Your top three favorite kinks in bed? I'm not sure what's classed as a kink to the rest of you. What do you wanna hear? 11. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually? Yes, how do you learn where to draw the personal line otherwise? Early on sex was all about discovering myself. 12. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex? Sex in a chalet on a mountain. Or on a fur rug fireside for Christmas, doesn't get more merry than that. 13. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex? A few of them, in a topiary garden and on the riverside in the plants - weird. 14. Have you ever been caught having sex Yes. 15. Ever been to a bar just to get sex? 16. Ever been picked up in a bar? Yes, so mission accomplished. I wouldn't of gone with someone I wasn't into though. 17. Have you ever kissed or had sex with someone of the same sex? Nope, never. Just kidding. 18. Had sex in a movie theater? I think there was some play, but no. I did pay to watch a movie after all. 21. Have you ever had sex at work? Not my work. 22. Bought something from an adult store? 23. Do you own any sex toys? In the process of rebuilding the toy chest. 24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film? My ego would like to think my exes still have me on file. Otherwise no. 26. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse? It's part of it. 27. What’s your favorite sexual position? I could write a whole list. Captain, Cello, Gemini. I like to do Shining, Trimasu or Snail, Tipping the scales with women. Google them. So I'm not speaking a foreign language it's pretty easy to 69 with a lady if you need a starting point. 28. What’s your favorite sex act? All of it. 29. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time? Yeah.
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    Another day kids, make it a good one
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    Hey cutie pie...loooooove yooooouuuuu
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    This is easy for me, I am so turned on by giving to my g/f. It is such an sensual feeling to kiss her thighs, to taste her , to tickle her love button. I am getting aroused just typing this....
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    Haha, so I finally figured out the "follow person" thing. I thought I was following people, but apparently I didn't click on the second "follow" button.
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    1. Is there anyone of your friends that you would ever consider having sex with? Yes! 2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night? Afternoon 3. What side of the bed do you sleep on? Right 4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money? Yes - I life model sometimes 5. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath? Yes both 6. Do you watch/read pornography? Watch and read. I prefer reading porn 7. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? Both if that makes sense. I'm a switch 8. Do you love someone on your blogroll? Blogroll?? 9. Would you choose love or money? Love 10. Your top three favorite kinks in bed? Being hit with something (on my arse), being teased until I'm begging to come and being tied down. 11. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually? No. 12. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex? On my honeymoon in Paris 13. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex? If we are talking things other than penetrative sex then the queue in a fish and chip shop! 14. Have you ever been caught having sex Yes 15. Ever been to a bar just to get sex? no 16. Ever been picked up in a bar? no 17. Have you ever kissed or had sex with someone of the same sex? yes 18. Had sex in a movie theater? Yes 20. Had sex in a bathroom? Yes 21. Have you ever had sex at work? Yes 22. Bought something from an adult store? Yes 23. Do you own any sex toys? Yes, lots! 2 strap ons (1 normal and 1 is a thigh one), magic wand, g spot massager, various hitty things like crops, whips and paddles, dildo's, things for sensation play like a pinwheel. 24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film? Yes, 26. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse? Yes of course 27. What’s your favorite sexual position? I love doggy style with guys or ladies with strap ons and I love giving women oral sex - it's my favourite thing to do 28. What’s your favorite sex act? performing oral sex 29. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time? No but I would love too!
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    This is more like 30 questions no? 1. Is there anyone of your friends that you would ever consider having sex with? Yes. I did once make out with a good friend (girl) but have never had sex with any of my friends before 2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night? I like daytime sex to be honest 3. What side of the bed do you sleep on? middle 4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money? no 5. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath? shower 6. Do you watch/read pornography? only occasionally not regularly 7. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? aggressive 8. Do you love someone on your blogroll? blogroll? 9. Would you choose love or money? Love. 10. Your top three favorite kinks in bed? I do like anal sex. And oral sex. and normal sex. 11. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually? Yes. I'm guessing this has to do with consent. 12. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex? in a hotel? 13. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex? in my ex girlfriend's car 14. Have you ever been caught having sex No 15. Ever been to a bar just to get sex? No 16. Ever been picked up in a bar? Yes. 17. Have you ever kissed or had sex with someone of the same sex? yes 18. Had sex in a movie theater? No. 20. Had sex in a bathroom? in a shower in a bathroom yes. but not public restrooms 21. Have you ever had sex at work? with myself, but not with anyone else 22. Bought something from an adult store? Yes 23. Do you own any sex toys? double sided dildo though have only used on myself 24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film? No and it's off limits for me 26. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse? Yes 27. What’s your favorite sexual position? several 28. What’s your favorite sex act? several 29. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time? yes. it was ok. one on one is still my favorite
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    I have experienced a variation of this... My best friend in adolescence, who became my girlfriend for four years, beginning at the age of 14, first identified as bisexual, but later said that I was the only female she was ever attracted to, and the only person she ever fell in love with completely (no holds barred)... Despite the fact that she was the one who instigated our sexual relationship, she had always struggled with the possibility that she might be gay, and with the possibility of disappointing her parents, even though she had three married siblings who all had children... She and I both had boyfriends as well as each other, so were actively bisexual in high school...but eventually I could no longer handle her hang-ups and the way she was so conflicted all the time, so ended our relationship, just before college... I was looking forward to a fresh start... However, she decided to attend the same college as me, and then pulled my number in the dormitory room-mate lottery, which was a strange fateful occurrence that convinced her that we were meant to be together. This resulted in unbearable sexual tension, so that one evening, during the dorm Halloween party, we ended up making out in front of everyone when we were dared to do so as part of a game...which resulted in leaving the party and running down the hallway...and...WHAM!!! That led to another two years together...but she still felt conflicted, which drove me totally crazy, so eventually I ended our relationship...again...and we didn't speak to one another for the remaining two years of college... She got married right after we graduated, and later told me that she didn't love her husband the way that she had loved me, and that she didn't want to love anyone else that way, which I found very confusing and upsetting at the time, because I just couldn't understand how she could allow societal pressure to influence her life to that extent, and because I felt like she was fucking with my head (and heart)... Our romantic and sexual feelings for one another never really dissipated completely, so eventually we found it impossible to be friends at all, and fell out of touch...so I don't know if she ever acted on bisexual impulses again..but I sometimes think of her and wonder about that...
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    I love my suction cup dildo.....different positions haha!
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    My wife's working away for the week, and she'll be working away every 4-6 weeks for the rest of the year. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But the world is a shade of grey when she's away.
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    -my husband and i are headed to paris this march, and i have this insane fantasy of meeting a french woman who doesnt speak english and so we basically go completely off of body language. and it turns into a 3some with my hubs and i. ugh, yes. -a pool is high on this list. and i would love for it to be in the middle of the day when there are other people around but no one knows whats going on. or late late at night after we break into the pool.