Truth or Dare

[appleapps]

Hmmm where is the most public place you would have sex and in detail what positions would you do with your partner?

Well lets see,,,,, first off I want a new partner other then the one i have *giggles*,,,,,,, ok, i was sent an email, in response to my dare from yesterday that i think would be a great way to do it,,,,,,, mind if i post it here so you can see it, cause that is now something i would like to do

 

[Hexi]

LOL You're fickle huh?

Fickle? Haven't heard that one before but I hope its naughty

 

[Hexi]

Well lets see,,,,, first off I want a new partner other then the one i have *giggles*,,,,,,, ok, i was sent an email, in response to my dare from yesterday that i think would be a great way to do it,,,,,,, mind if i post it here so you can see it, cause that is now something i would like to do

Sure go ahead.

 

[LunarKitten]

Well lets see,,,,, first off I want a new partner other then the one i have *giggles*,,,,,,, ok, i was sent an email, in response to my dare from yesterday that i think would be a great way to do it,,,,,,, mind if i post it here so you can see it, cause that is now something i would like to do

You don't think you can talk hubby into giving it a try?

I love Lit...I get so many great ideas lol

 

[appleapps]

Not unless he's a lawyer here in Charlotte *giggles*

Damn, why do men do that??!! Come on, use your imagination...wooo us...at least talk a little dirty lol *huggles*

Well maybe I will get lucky and find someone who cares more about me the person and doesnt just grope all the time or grab himself and ask if i want that *shakes head*

 

[Hexi]

I Dare you to masturbate and then tell us all about!!!


I am so bad, but you want the dare....

Hahah fine by me. Well, right now I'm slowly stroking my cock thinking about some of the stories I've read tonight along with posts I've read and pictures I've seen. It might be a while until I cum but I'll continue masturbating while I post unless some extra help is provided for me to go faster .

 

[LunarKitten]

Well maybe I will get lucky and find someone who cares more about me the person and doesnt just grope all the time or grab himself and ask if i want that *shakes head*

*shakes head* Maybe if you slip him a copy of a naughty How To book? Ask what he thinks of blind folds and handcuffs, then grab him and say if he'll give it a whirl you'll give the little man some extra attention?

I guess I've been pretty lucky finding a kinky match. I hear a lot of stories about husbands - and wives - who freak when their SO brings up something they want to try.

 

[appleapps]

Sure go ahead.

In the cafe we take the table in the corner by the
window. It gives us a view of the whole room and the
sidewalk outside the big window.

And from the start we're perfectly casual, as if
nothing at all were happening. Hands in laps, a little
intimate for some people's taste, though in a place
like this it's live and let live ... and the table
gives some privacy ...

But your feelings aren't remotely casual. It's been
that kind of day for you, all pressure, no release,
and in your phone call I heard the urgency building in
you. How convenient for us this cafe is, between our
offices. Such a good place to ... meet ...

I saw it in your eyes right away. I know that look. So
distinctly yours. Never seen it in another woman.
Here-and-not-here ... out on some edge ... somewhere
... dreamy and sharp-focused at once ... forces
spiraling inside you ... huge circles ... and you're
pulling the world into you ...

My hand squeezes your thigh in tiny pulses ... waves
of tremor ... electric ... rhythms ... shifting ...
rippling ... spreading ...

... a pianist's hand .... upon you ... Daily I work
the passion from my keyboard ... and now I'm working
the passion from your loins ...

And I know your responses well. How a certain flick of
the wrist makes your shoulders shudder ... how a
certain wavy circling deepens your breathing ... a
steady pressing makes your hand grip the table ... a
casual straying of my pinky makes you gasp ....

I lean and murmur, "Pull your panties off."

In your flowing skirt, it's not too hard, but it takes
time. Tug by tug. Little jostles of your hip. And all
four of our eyes scanning the room for watchers. It
takes presence of mind to keep our faces blank.

Meanwhile I keep up the flow of tremors. When your
panties reach my hand I lift up and press into your
groin, just above the pelvic bump, and your legs jump.
Even with the table, this could be seen, if anyone's
looking. I watch. It seems we're unnoticed.

When your panties reach mid-thigh, I place my jacket
in your lap. Nothing to notice. Routine gesture. But
now my hand is covered. In your lap.

Under the jacket I work your skirt up and slide your
panties down to your knees. My fingers' first touch on
your skin sends a jolt through my cock. I hear your
sigh. I graze your pussybush. You arch your back.

For a moment I wonder if the professorial man near us
is noticing. Can't tell. Then I realize it doesn't
matter. Either he doesn't notice, or he does and he's
cool. He can handle this. And we can enjoy his knowing.

Now a subtle bit. Getting your panties down your legs
and off. I smile. You have the loveliest way of doing
these things. That sureness about you. It's what first
attracted me to you and still catches my breath. That
style of yours. The insouciance. A little brassy.
Provocative but as if you didn't quite know. You make
me smile, dear. You're so beautiful.

You spot your chance. Sudden commotion at the counter.
A young male student showing off. All eyes turn to him.
Whisk, and you step out of your panties, and drop them
in my lap. Red. I stuff them down my pants, over my
cock.

A moment to absorb. Everything cool? No one noticing?
The professor seems intent on that thick book. But
there's always peripheral vision. It's nice to think
he may be interested. Can we turn him on?

Now my fingers search your thighs. Wandering around,
taking my time. Your skin, your firmness, softness,
your curves of mystery. I want you wet and seeping
before I first touch your lips. I want you melting. I
want you wanting. I want you cumming before I first
take you.

The way the table is turned, you can hold my cock and
no one will notice, unless they really stare. I'm
purring. You do it so nicely, dear. Even through all
that cloth. So pleasantly. Yes. I'm breathing well.

"The place is filling up," I say to you, chatty tone.
"Nice to see so many people out on the town today."
You murmur vague assent. I turn to look your right in
the eyes. I hum a soft sound. Affection. Want.

"It almost looks like rain," I say. You nod, a little
blurry. I'm not sure you grasp my words. I can feel
you slipping, veering. It's in the current in your
thighs. The look in your eyes. My words are feeling
you out. Are you ... here? ... down under? .... in
your undertow already ... ?

Suddenly, I tap your bud. Hard. You gasp. I've taken
you by surprise. I had your folds drawn back with my
fingers but you weren't expecting that whack. Yes. My
nice little distraction of remarks, such a simple
trick, worked. I smile.

I've thrown you. Your gasp was loud. Heads turn.
People have heard. We're both blank faced and there's
nothing to see but the flush in your face. I notice
the woman at the opposite table. I'm sure she knows.
That look.

Our technique is good. The jacket, the table angle,
our calm faces. We've got it together. People turn
away, back to their concerns. Now we can do anything,
dear. We've got the room the way we want it. My
fingers work your bud, your lips, your inner thighs,
and I feel you feet grip the floor.

I'm a little rough, yes. Partly from my own want ...
I'd like to pick you up and bend you back over the
table and slam into you. But more for your urgency.
Your need. You want to be worked. I'm working you.

With the jacket and the table for cover, your hips are
rising to my hand, pulsing, without being seen. Steady
womanly rhythm. I see you struggling to keep your eyes
open. You want so much to close them. Your grip on my
cock is almost too tight for me to bear.

I realize you're losing your sense. Whether from your
flood of wet desire, or the tension of staying calm
for the cafe, or the risk of detection, I can't guess.
But you're a dam about to burst. Holding back. Just
barely.

I ease off. Sliding fingers up and down your wet lips,
tracing the folds. I take a sip of my coffee. The woman
opposite us plainly knows. She's cool, very adult, very
together in her whole manner, eyes cruising the room at
leisure. But she knows. That color in her cheeks.

I realize how far you've gone down into your valley.
My finger is circling your crown, steady and firm.
You're swimming deep, darling. Calming down. Nearing
your first flood.

For all your wet fury, I want you at ease. We both
know what's coming and it's best if you're really
comfortable first. So my gestures are soothing, if
insistent. A steady river, not random thunder.
Reassuring. For now.

I nick you with a fingernail. You gasp. But it settles
you down. You know how tight I have you. Your wildness
and your calm are building, together, all one. I know
you, dear. I know how you need your madness to soothe
you. The further over your edge you go, the steadier
you get. Yes. I know.

Now I strike. I press straight down on your clit and
hold hard. Your head pitches forward. You choke back
your "mmmmhhhh." Probably only I can hear. The woman
opposite us smiles, involutarily I'm sure, giving
herself away. She strokes her lips with a finger. A
good gesture, publicly neutral but arousing her and
plain as day to me.

I'm entering you, darling, going anywhere I want,
working your hardness, your softness, your folds, your
privacies, your wet, your clit, circling, round and
round, over your creamy crown, deep into your dark
recesses, up and down your lips ... a total massage, a
pianist's driving rhythm into the opening flower of
your womanhood ....

Your grip on my cock is really too public now, but
you're not aware of it, and there's not much I can do.
I shift the table and that helps a little.

We get a lucky break. A Verdi aria starts playing,
loud. Right away you let your moan come out, covered
by the music. You've lowered your head, as if just
looking down, but really you won't be seen squeezing
your eyes shut.

Now it's the long river out to sea. Darling, you're so
beautiful. Doing it right here in public is ....
magnificent. Not kinky. Just plain gorgeous. I love
you for it, dear. I'm so proud of you.

The woman opposite is staring into my eyes. Very
obvious. She's biting her lower lip. I scan the cafe.
Looks like we're all cool. Everything's fine. Still
can't tell about the professor. Oh well.

Your long slide is starting. I'm about to touch you in
that last special way that I learned you want, our
first time, when we met in the airplane. I know you'll
have trouble staying cool through it. You always do. I
move the cups back so you won't knock them to the
floor.

All set? Ready? ...

I take you. You're damburst. Your hip bucking is too
much to go unnoticed, if anyone's looking. But I scan
the room and think we're okay. Anyhow it's too late to
matter. Even if we go to jail we're going to have this.
It's having us. We're nature now.

You have no idea what's happening. For you the cafe
has vanished. All you know is my hand and your flood.
You bump the table and a cup falls to the floor.
Uh-oh. Now I may need some cover ...

With your hips still rocking, I lean towards you,
reaching across the table with my free arm, shielding
you from view, and stare dramatically at a lovely girl
scantily clad by the cash register. A stage gesture. It
works. A whole bunch of eyes move from us to the girl.
Whew. A little close.

With that girl's bare legs holding center stage, and
Verdi booming into the room, you're free, dear. I
murmur in your ear, "All cool now, darling. I'm right
here for you." I keep talking softly to you,
reassuring you, holding you, churning you with my
voice, working you with my hand. You're letting go
completely now. Your insides are ripping open. You're
in total flood.

Your cascade is so beautiful. It's your secret, isn't
it. Like the world's longest broad jump, floating
across an ocean. It's how you hover. Almost stopping
midway, in total tension, total release. Hovering.
Time stops for you. You hold it. Beautiful, darling,
beautiful.

You turn to me and open your eyes. As if an ordinary
gaze, but we both know where you are. Perfect lucidity
out of the fire of your madness.

And then you make me laugh. You say, "Shall we get
some sandwiches?" Like a normal thing to say, except
that you're your deep in your female trance. My
laughter makes me squeeze you involuntarily in a
certain way, and that ends your lucidity. You shake.

I've never seen you do this before. An odd rippling
through your whole body. Like a flag in high wind, in
slow motion. And a long soft wail, covered by the
music. Again you hover, in this splenfor of a spasm.

You begin to subside. You lean against me. My hand
slows to near rest.

We've done it, dear. We're home. You're beautiful.

The next few minutes are a sweet blur. I stroke your
seeping wetness and draw you back to the reality of
the room. You mop the sweat from your face. I can feel
the prune-wrinkles in my soaked fingers. Afterglow.

I tell you about the woman opposite. I can't guess how
far she's come, but her gaze is plain enough. The two
of you meet with your eyes. A womanly secret. Smiles.

And soon enough I'm buying those sandwiches, and we're
eating and chatting. Then back to our offices. You're
so much calmer now, and I'm glad. On the corner as we
part I kiss you lightly on your cheek, and tell you
again how beautiful you are, playing your edge, that
room, that fullness of your womanly power.

 

[yourdestonie]

Talk about making you want to crawl into a hole and die

You bet it did


Ok I'm back when I get all cought up

 

[Hexi]

Nice!

 

[appleapps]

*shakes head* Maybe if you slip him a copy of a naughty How To book? Ask what he thinks of blind folds and handcuffs, then grab him and say if he'll give it a whirl you'll give the little man some extra attention?

I guess I've been pretty lucky finding a kinky match. I hear a lot of stories about husbands - and wives - who freak when their SO brings up something they want to try.

lol believe it or not, i used to be the one who wouldnt try anything,,,,, now that i want to try new things, i dont want him to be the one i try them with,,,,, we are married for now, are talking about separation/divorce

 

[yourdestonie]

*snickergiggles*

*gets you a wet towel on your way out the door*

Thanks I needed that

 

[LunarKitten]

In the cafe we take the table in the corner by the
window. It gives us a view of the whole room and the
sidewalk outside the big window.

And from the start we're perfectly casual, as if
nothing at all were happening. Hands in laps, a little
intimate for some people's taste, though in a place
like this it's live and let live ... and the table
gives some privacy ...

But your feelings aren't remotely casual. It's been
that kind of day for you, all pressure, no release,
and in your phone call I heard the urgency building in
you. How convenient for us this cafe is, between our
offices. Such a good place to ... meet ...

I saw it in your eyes right away. I know that look. So
distinctly yours. Never seen it in another woman.
Here-and-not-here ... out on some edge ... somewhere
... dreamy and sharp-focused at once ... forces
spiraling inside you ... huge circles ... and you're
pulling the world into you ...

My hand squeezes your thigh in tiny pulses ... waves
of tremor ... electric ... rhythms ... shifting ...
rippling ... spreading ...

... a pianist's hand .... upon you ... Daily I work
the passion from my keyboard ... and now I'm working
the passion from your loins ...

And I know your responses well. How a certain flick of
the wrist makes your shoulders shudder ... how a
certain wavy circling deepens your breathing ... a
steady pressing makes your hand grip the table ... a
casual straying of my pinky makes you gasp ....

I lean and murmur, "Pull your panties off."

In your flowing skirt, it's not too hard, but it takes
time. Tug by tug. Little jostles of your hip. And all
four of our eyes scanning the room for watchers. It
takes presence of mind to keep our faces blank.

Meanwhile I keep up the flow of tremors. When your
panties reach my hand I lift up and press into your
groin, just above the pelvic bump, and your legs jump.
Even with the table, this could be seen, if anyone's
looking. I watch. It seems we're unnoticed.

When your panties reach mid-thigh, I place my jacket
in your lap. Nothing to notice. Routine gesture. But
now my hand is covered. In your lap.

Under the jacket I work your skirt up and slide your
panties down to your knees. My fingers' first touch on
your skin sends a jolt through my cock. I hear your
sigh. I graze your pussybush. You arch your back.

For a moment I wonder if the professorial man near us
is noticing. Can't tell. Then I realize it doesn't
matter. Either he doesn't notice, or he does and he's
cool. He can handle this. And we can enjoy his knowing.

Now a subtle bit. Getting your panties down your legs
and off. I smile. You have the loveliest way of doing
these things. That sureness about you. It's what first
attracted me to you and still catches my breath. That
style of yours. The insouciance. A little brassy.
Provocative but as if you didn't quite know. You make
me smile, dear. You're so beautiful.

You spot your chance. Sudden commotion at the counter.
A young male student showing off. All eyes turn to him.
Whisk, and you step out of your panties, and drop them
in my lap. Red. I stuff them down my pants, over my
cock.

A moment to absorb. Everything cool? No one noticing?
The professor seems intent on that thick book. But
there's always peripheral vision. It's nice to think
he may be interested. Can we turn him on?

Now my fingers search your thighs. Wandering around,
taking my time. Your skin, your firmness, softness,
your curves of mystery. I want you wet and seeping
before I first touch your lips. I want you melting. I
want you wanting. I want you cumming before I first
take you.

The way the table is turned, you can hold my cock and
no one will notice, unless they really stare. I'm
purring. You do it so nicely, dear. Even through all
that cloth. So pleasantly. Yes. I'm breathing well.

"The place is filling up," I say to you, chatty tone.
"Nice to see so many people out on the town today."
You murmur vague assent. I turn to look your right in
the eyes. I hum a soft sound. Affection. Want.

"It almost looks like rain," I say. You nod, a little
blurry. I'm not sure you grasp my words. I can feel
you slipping, veering. It's in the current in your
thighs. The look in your eyes. My words are feeling
you out. Are you ... here? ... down under? .... in
your undertow already ... ?

Suddenly, I tap your bud. Hard. You gasp. I've taken
you by surprise. I had your folds drawn back with my
fingers but you weren't expecting that whack. Yes. My
nice little distraction of remarks, such a simple
trick, worked. I smile.

I've thrown you. Your gasp was loud. Heads turn.
People have heard. We're both blank faced and there's
nothing to see but the flush in your face. I notice
the woman at the opposite table. I'm sure she knows.
That look.

Our technique is good. The jacket, the table angle,
our calm faces. We've got it together. People turn
away, back to their concerns. Now we can do anything,
dear. We've got the room the way we want it. My
fingers work your bud, your lips, your inner thighs,
and I feel you feet grip the floor.

I'm a little rough, yes. Partly from my own want ...
I'd like to pick you up and bend you back over the
table and slam into you. But more for your urgency.
Your need. You want to be worked. I'm working you.

With the jacket and the table for cover, your hips are
rising to my hand, pulsing, without being seen. Steady
womanly rhythm. I see you struggling to keep your eyes
open. You want so much to close them. Your grip on my
cock is almost too tight for me to bear.

I realize you're losing your sense. Whether from your
flood of wet desire, or the tension of staying calm
for the cafe, or the risk of detection, I can't guess.
But you're a dam about to burst. Holding back. Just
barely.

I ease off. Sliding fingers up and down your wet lips,
tracing the folds. I take a sip of my coffee. The woman
opposite us plainly knows. She's cool, very adult, very
together in her whole manner, eyes cruising the room at
leisure. But she knows. That color in her cheeks.

I realize how far you've gone down into your valley.
My finger is circling your crown, steady and firm.
You're swimming deep, darling. Calming down. Nearing
your first flood.

For all your wet fury, I want you at ease. We both
know what's coming and it's best if you're really
comfortable first. So my gestures are soothing, if
insistent. A steady river, not random thunder.
Reassuring. For now.

I nick you with a fingernail. You gasp. But it settles
you down. You know how tight I have you. Your wildness
and your calm are building, together, all one. I know
you, dear. I know how you need your madness to soothe
you. The further over your edge you go, the steadier
you get. Yes. I know.

Now I strike. I press straight down on your clit and
hold hard. Your head pitches forward. You choke back
your "mmmmhhhh." Probably only I can hear. The woman
opposite us smiles, involutarily I'm sure, giving
herself away. She strokes her lips with a finger. A
good gesture, publicly neutral but arousing her and
plain as day to me.

I'm entering you, darling, going anywhere I want,
working your hardness, your softness, your folds, your
privacies, your wet, your clit, circling, round and
round, over your creamy crown, deep into your dark
recesses, up and down your lips ... a total massage, a
pianist's driving rhythm into the opening flower of
your womanhood ....

Your grip on my cock is really too public now, but
you're not aware of it, and there's not much I can do.
I shift the table and that helps a little.

We get a lucky break. A Verdi aria starts playing,
loud. Right away you let your moan come out, covered
by the music. You've lowered your head, as if just
looking down, but really you won't be seen squeezing
your eyes shut.

Now it's the long river out to sea. Darling, you're so
beautiful. Doing it right here in public is ....
magnificent. Not kinky. Just plain gorgeous. I love
you for it, dear. I'm so proud of you.

The woman opposite is staring into my eyes. Very
obvious. She's biting her lower lip. I scan the cafe.
Looks like we're all cool. Everything's fine. Still
can't tell about the professor. Oh well.

Your long slide is starting. I'm about to touch you in
that last special way that I learned you want, our
first time, when we met in the airplane. I know you'll
have trouble staying cool through it. You always do. I
move the cups back so you won't knock them to the
floor.

All set? Ready? ...

I take you. You're damburst. Your hip bucking is too
much to go unnoticed, if anyone's looking. But I scan
the room and think we're okay. Anyhow it's too late to
matter. Even if we go to jail we're going to have this.
It's having us. We're nature now.

You have no idea what's happening. For you the cafe
has vanished. All you know is my hand and your flood.
You bump the table and a cup falls to the floor.
Uh-oh. Now I may need some cover ...

With your hips still rocking, I lean towards you,
reaching across the table with my free arm, shielding
you from view, and stare dramatically at a lovely girl
scantily clad by the cash register. A stage gesture. It
works. A whole bunch of eyes move from us to the girl.
Whew. A little close.

With that girl's bare legs holding center stage, and
Verdi booming into the room, you're free, dear. I
murmur in your ear, "All cool now, darling. I'm right
here for you." I keep talking softly to you,
reassuring you, holding you, churning you with my
voice, working you with my hand. You're letting go
completely now. Your insides are ripping open. You're
in total flood.

Your cascade is so beautiful. It's your secret, isn't
it. Like the world's longest broad jump, floating
across an ocean. It's how you hover. Almost stopping
midway, in total tension, total release. Hovering.
Time stops for you. You hold it. Beautiful, darling,
beautiful.

You turn to me and open your eyes. As if an ordinary
gaze, but we both know where you are. Perfect lucidity
out of the fire of your madness.

And then you make me laugh. You say, "Shall we get
some sandwiches?" Like a normal thing to say, except
that you're your deep in your female trance. My
laughter makes me squeeze you involuntarily in a
certain way, and that ends your lucidity. You shake.

I've never seen you do this before. An odd rippling
through your whole body. Like a flag in high wind, in
slow motion. And a long soft wail, covered by the
music. Again you hover, in this splenfor of a spasm.

You begin to subside. You lean against me. My hand
slows to near rest.

We've done it, dear. We're home. You're beautiful.

The next few minutes are a sweet blur. I stroke your
seeping wetness and draw you back to the reality of
the room. You mop the sweat from your face. I can feel
the prune-wrinkles in my soaked fingers. Afterglow.

I tell you about the woman opposite. I can't guess how
far she's come, but her gaze is plain enough. The two
of you meet with your eyes. A womanly secret. Smiles.

And soon enough I'm buying those sandwiches, and we're
eating and chatting. Then back to our offices. You're
so much calmer now, and I'm glad. On the corner as we
part I kiss you lightly on your cheek, and tell you
again how beautiful you are, playing your edge, that
room, that fullness of your womanly power.

*fans face* That makes me wish I weren't too loud to give it a go to the end *sigh* Goddess, I love public play

 

[LunarKitten]

lol believe it or not, i used to be the one who wouldnt try anything,,,,, now that i want to try new things, i dont want him to be the one i try them with,,,,, we are married for now, are talking about separation/divorce

I'm sorry, sweetie *huggles* I know how hard it is to part ways

 

[appleapps]

*fans face* That makes me wish I weren't too loud to give it a go to the end *sigh* Goddess, I love public play

yeah, when i read it i thought "omg there is no way i would be able to be that quiet that someone wouldnt know what is happening" lol

 

[sweet T]

sorry I fell out Tonie! His Royal Assholeness came in and attempted to ruin my evening and the kids...But I am back for few.. I hope..

 

[TantaLiza]

OMG!! Over 16 freakin pages???!!! How the heck will I ever keep up at this rate??? lmao

 

[yourdestonie]

In the cafe we take the table in the corner by the
window. It gives us a view of the whole room and the
sidewalk outside the big window.

"snip"
And soon enough I'm buying those sandwiches, and we're
eating and chatting. Then back to our offices. You're
so much calmer now, and I'm glad. On the corner as we
part I kiss you lightly on your cheek, and tell you
again how beautiful you are, playing your edge, that
room, that fullness of your womanly power.

Whew I'm glad I waaited to read that till after I got dinner fixed

 

[Sweet_emOcean]

Hey game players

Boy, yall have been busy LOL

 

[LunarKitten]

yeah, when i read it i thought "omg there is no way i would be able to be that quiet that someone wouldnt know what is happening" lol

Not to mention, how would you hide the wet spot on the back of your skirt? LOL

Sometimes I'm just way too practical

 

[LunarKitten]

sorry I fell out Tonie! His Royal Assholeness came in and attempted to ruin my evening and the kids...But I am back for few.. I hope..

Grrrrr...some men can be such assholes when they really put their minds to it

 

[yourdestonie]

sorry I fell out Tonie! His Royal Assholeness came in and attempted to ruin my evening and the kids...But I am back for few.. I hope..

Hey Sweetie Not a biggie I had to go fix dinner

 

[sweet T]

Well maybe I will get lucky and find someone who cares more about me the person and doesnt just grope all the time or grab himself and ask if i want that *shakes head*

ROFL.. I feel ya girl.. My husbands form of foreplay is.. and I quote "Do you want a poke? I almost throw up every time I hear it..

 

[LunarKitten]

OMG!! Over 16 freakin pages???!!! How the heck will I ever keep up at this rate??? lmao

*looks innocent, pushes keyboard behind her* Wasn't me

 

[appleapps]

Not to mention, how would you hide the wet spot on the back of your skirt? LOL

Sometimes I'm just way too practical

yeah, or the wetness dripping off the chair