eastern sun
hungry little creature
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Thank you. I am happy to have friends like you.
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Birthday lesson #1 - Don't squander precious time.
Birthday lesson #2 - Swollen tissues respond well to ice and pressure, no matter where they are located.
Happy belated birthday!
And I'll keep in mind your lessons ... Both ^_~
Here's something to try . . .
A couple of ben wah balls makes sorting laundry a completely different exercise. Something about the movement as you bend over to pick up laundry and swivel on that central axis. . . Add a few belt licks across the breasts and the sensation is delicious.
Benefits - toning of the pelvic floor, generation of sexual energy which lubricates the joints and moisturizes the skin, stimulation of the bowels, and clean laundry for the household.
With steady repetition, the conditioning lasts too. Doing laundry is a changed experience. (Find time to enjoy the standing orgasm, dancing and trembling by the laundry hampers.)
Don't confuse punishment with reward.
Ginger is a reward. Flypaper is punishment.
So, I'm superrr late and haven't posted in ages, but I wanted to pop in and say
Happy Birthday!!!
I'm sad to say that, as of today, I have to retire the ball gag in my avatar.
It has developed a white dust and tastes horrible. We spoke with the rubber expert at Purple Passion, and we think that the silicone is interacting chemically with the varnish in the wood chest in which I keep it.
So, the lesson is . . . keep your silicone away from other plastics, especially PVC and urethane. I thought the wood chest would be safe - but the varnish probably has polyurethane, or a similar chemical, in its mix. She suggested using pillow cases to store silicones - and never tupperware or plastic bins.
I will miss that gag.
But . . . we did use the opportunity to purchase a new one. It's softer, and even has breathing holes. I'm such a wimp.
P.S. Seeing the look on my face, the rubber expert suggested I hang the old gag on my wall, "to remember sexy times." I'm going to keep it in my avatar for the time being, since I can almost be confident my kids won't walk in and see it hanging there.
Ball gags often make me worry about tmj syndrome. Whether it's due to my own aesthetics or on account of having spent time in an emergency room while my partner had her mandible popped back into the sockets, bit gags look sexier and more practical.
* ponders actually purchasing a bit, though it's been years since I rode*Yikes. (I'm kind of a wimp - we choose balls that are large enough to be interesting, but still fit comfortably inside my mouth.)
I appreciate your fondness for bit gags, though. I used to fantasize in the stables while my daughter was riding.
But I haven't used anything other than a bandana, the riding crop, or a piece of clothing in that position. I do like having something to bite down on.
* ponders actually purchasing a bit, though it's been years since I rode*
Cheap stirrup leathers too....hmmmmmmmm....
* giggle*
I was just reading about this phenomenon here.
http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2014/06/happily-ever-after/372573/
It seems that we all put out bids, as the term du jour, and we really just want some manner of reciprocity to validate ourselves and reeastablish the intimate bonds, the kind that might have been frayed when one partner begins spending a lot more time on new projects outside the domestic sphere or neglecting her stalking responsibilities, as an example.
Such a pleasant surprise to see this thread at the top again. It is, undoubtedly, my favorite of all.
It seems that we all put out bids, as the term du jour, and we really just want some manner of reciprocity to validate ourselves and reeastablish the intimate bonds