Wardrobe Malfunction

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[voluptuary_manque]

She should be ashamed of herself. Any respectable member of the Sisterhood would have done the same as a gesture of support.

 

[Guest]

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[TE999]

I hate some women, though. They are so bitchy.

I was NOT interested in her man.

The suit flash was an accident.

Jeez! You'd think he'd propositioned you the way she acted. Some women are annoyingly insecure...prolly 'cause she's been less than a tantalizing sex partner for a while.

"Gee, Margaret...I know I look like an unmade bed most of the time, but he should still chase me around the house and have his way with me." *sniff*

 

[bobwhitecrow]

Damn!

I miss all the good stuff.

I would have been beaming, too!

 

[pleaz_me]

Perhaps if she flashed her husband more often his eyes wouldn't be wandering.

 

[Guest]

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[jomar]

If you need help feeling slutty in a good way, let me know.

 

[Guest]

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[midwestyankee]

Perhaps if she flashed her husband more often his eyes wouldn't be wandering.

Clearly you don't own a Y chromosome.

Male eyes wander; it's how they're programmed.

 

[midwestyankee]

Um, note to self.

When enjoying the water park with the family, and when navigating the wave pool while perched across a giant floatie, keep checking one's fairly conservative navy tank for wardrobe issues.

Because when the waves kick up, it is entirely possible the suit could - um - ride kind of low.

I think half the people in the wave pool got a nipple flash today.

I caught one gal's disgusted look while her man beamed.

At least my kids remained unaware.

First time in my life I ever wished that I had been in a wave pool.

 

[Guest]

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[Handley_Page]

First time in my life I ever wished that I had been in a wave pool.

or rather THAT wave pool.
Go to it girl !

 

[Safe_Bet]

She should be ashamed of herself. Any respectable member of the Sisterhood would have done the same as a gesture of support.

Yeah, but any respectable member of the "Sistah-hood" would have been ogling right along with the dude as she mumbled something about going "wabbit hunting"...

 

[Handley_Page]

Who was it sang that song "Show them to me" ?

 

[voluptuary_manque]

That's what I love about hanging around with Lesbians, we all like looking at the same thing!

 

[Handley_Page]

That's what I love about hanging around with Lesbians, we all like looking at the same thing!

Thanks for the link, Bear. They sure are pretty.

 

[midwestyankee]

Charmer.

We all have our talents.

 

[Guest]

Um, note to self.

I think half the people in the wave pool got a nipple flash today.

I caught one gal's disgusted look while her man beamed.

Had we but a picture, there would no doubt be a massive uprising in support of your nipple.

Who says men can't be supportive?

 

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[Katyusha]

Yanno...I hate that. I really, really hate that. Women who seem to think every woman out there is specifically after *her* man. You happen to glance in his direction for a nanosecond and she'll see it, and she'll stare ice daggers at you until you're either gone or you look like you feel sufficiently small and inferior to her. And of course if anything happens like a wardrobe malfunction and he happens to see it, it was nothing of the sort and you did it on purpose to turn her man's head because you're female and all females are trying to steal him away.

My husband's ex-girlfriend was like that...she'd glare disgustedly at any woman that came within twenty feet of him whether it was purely by happenstance or not. She was a possessive bitch who saw all other women as a threat. It made me positively ill, and that was before I had any sexual or romantic interest in him.

I still remember with glee one night my boyfriend and I were over at their apartment and I was wearing my feathers on the back of my head, and while walking past me he ruffled them and said, "CUTE!!" The look on her face was priceless.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Yanno...I hate that. I really, really hate that. Women who seem to think every woman out there is specifically after *her* man. You happen to glance in his direction for a nanosecond and she'll see it, and she'll stare ice daggers at you until you're either gone or you look like you feel sufficiently small and inferior to her. And of course if anything happens like a wardrobe malfunction and he happens to see it, it was nothing of the sort and you did it on purpose to turn her man's head because you're female and all females are trying to steal him away.

My husband's ex-girlfriend was like that...she'd glare disgustedly at any woman that came within twenty feet of him whether it was purely by happenstance or not. She was a possessive bitch who saw all other women as a threat. It made me positively ill, and that was before I had any sexual or romantic interest in him.

I still remember with glee one night my boyfriend and I were over at their apartment and I was wearing my feathers on the back of my head, and while walking past me he ruffled them and said, "CUTE!!" The look on her face was priceless.

IMO is stems from the old, tribal idea that everyone else is untrustworthy and evil. Men are predators and women must be "protected" from them via near imprisonment. And if the men don't imprison the women, other woman will want to. So sad.

 

[Guest]

It was actually nipples. With an "s". Plural.

Oh.

That would cause the competition to be most supportive of you to stiffen considerably.

 

[SweetWitch]

Um, note to self.

When enjoying the water park with the family, and when navigating the wave pool while perched across a giant floatie, keep checking one's fairly conservative navy tank for wardrobe issues.

Because when the waves kick up, it is entirely possible the suit could - um - ride kind of low.

I think half the people in the wave pool got a nipple flash today.

I caught one gal's disgusted look while her man beamed.

At least my kids remained unaware.

Reminds me of a story of teenage awkwardness.

My sister is two years older than me. I remember all the guys going after her all the time. She was built like a brick shithouse with raven-black hair almost to her waist. In those days Labor Day weekend was everyone at the river, campfires along the bank and boats pulling skiers. Kent was the hot guy in school (dead now from an accidentally self-inflicted gunshot wound) and he had been chasing my sister all summer.

She and I were in the water in our fairly modest one-piece suits. Sis always had the straps pulled down, thinking her fair skin might actually tan and not burn some day. Kent pulled up in his boat and cut the motor. Sis came up from under the water to wash her hair back. She must have forgotten that the straps were down at the time. The rush of water pulled the whole suit to her waist. It took her a moment to realize it.

Kent never said a word, just grinned at her. She was wondering why he was grinning until I got to her as quickly as possible and blocked his view. She screeched, dove under and that was the last he saw of her that day.

Of course, what he had seen was quite a lot.

 

[sinera]

Who was it sang that song "Show them to me" ?

Rodney Carrington Love that song.