According to maverick1255, my Cake Personality reveals:
"Lemon Meringue - Smooth, sexy and articulate with your hands, you are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. But don't try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, but you have many friends."
Scarily accurate, apart from the fact that I'd never try and chew gum any time, let alone while doing something else. I'm so poor at multi-tasking, you know, that I forget to talk during phone sex if my hands are busy....
Now, before that distracts you completely, don't forget to check out my blog (especially those filthy, filthy stories ) ...
Oh, and if you're thinking about sex, please read Just fucking fuck me, already.. It encapsulates my thoughts and wishes very clearly.
This is a drama-free zone. Fakes, multiprofilers and people who write nasty comments about other people will not find a forum here.
Sometimes the simplest ideas are the best. If you live in London, it doesn't make sense to run a car, as public transport is generally pretty convenient and quite cheap in comparison.
But sometimes even a Londoner needs a car.
Of course, you could hire a car, but you're likely to be paying £40+ a day for that.
Streetcar (dot co dot uk) have come up with an alternative, where you can hire a car or a van for as little as 30 minutes from over 600 locations in the capital city.
And all for £3.95 an hour, which is pretty damn cheap. I guess it has to be, for the idea to take off.
The environmentalists will argue that this is not helping, because it is still a carbon fuel vehicle.
But surely one vehicle shared amongst many people is better for the environment than everyone having one at home? And for the user, it saves on all that wear and tear cost to maintain a vehicle that rarely gets used.
Bravo - well done, whoever had the streetcar idea!
Good film, and we enjoyed it. Long credits at the end, but if you sit through them there is a brief trailerette for the next film in the series.
And Robert Downey Jnr was deliciously lush of course. God, how tight those buttocks looked in the suit. Almost set me off on a latex fetish (not that it was latex, but the effect would be similar).
Probably didn't enjoy it as much as the two fit guys sitting at centre back next to us did. I had to nip out during the adverts and the film was about to start as I came in. So I ran up the stairs quickly.
From the big grins on their faces, I'm guessing they enjoyed the sight of a bouncing pair of 36DDs tethered only by a halterneck sundress.
May 12, 2008 8:15 am Mood: Rubbing hands in anticipation, 556 Views
I've decided that I need to do some sex learning.
Hopefully, a previous FWB of mine will also want to join me on this. I'll practise on him and he'll practise on me. He strikes me as both patient and also caring enough to put in the effort.
I am sure it will make both of us a lot better at sex
I've just spent 1 1/2 hours on the phone with Steve the American guy I was seeing back when I was 19.
Sadly, he hadn't got back in touch because he could not live without me and wanted to ravish me to within an inch of my life (hey, it's over 15 years since he was last in touch, so I can't say I'm surprised. Though it would have been nice).
He just finally got around to sorting out the photos of the time we were in Germany (1984 or thereabouts!) and decided to make contact with a few old friends from the past.
The mystery of how he connected me to my website was solved - a mutual friend with whom I must have been in touch around 8 years ago told him about it.
Apparently Steve not only has all these photos from that time, but also has the letters I wrote him (in German, partly to help him practise his German, but mostly to piss off my boyfriend who could not read them over my shoulder) from the same era. Oh my God!
Not that mine are the only souvenirs he has. I don't think this marks me out as a special memory, so much as marks him as a bit of a hoarder.
Apparently, he came to see me in England in 1990 before Brian and I got married. What's extra humiliating about this is that not only do I not remember anything about this visit (which included taking him to meet my parents and then driving him over to the east coast to get a ferry from Harwich), but I do remember the details of the visit the year before from our mutual gay friend.
But that was probably because said friend pissed me off enormously and couldn't even tell the difference between a Lancashire accent and a Scottish accent (unreasonable, I know, but there you go).
I guess it must mean I stopped carrying a torch for Steve, though, if I couldn't recall any details of his visit. Apparently we even went to the church where Brian and I later married and he is going to e-mail me documentary proof in the form of a photo!
Anyway, it was really nice to talk to him and it will be nice to stay in touch.
An elderly gent was invited to an old friends' home for dinner one evening. He was impressed by the way his buddy preceded every request to his wife with endearing terms such as: Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc. The couple had been married almost 70 years and, clearly, they were still very much in love.
While the wife was in the kitchen, the man leaned over and said to his host, 'I think it's wonderful that, after all these years, you still call your wife those loving pet names.' The old man hung his head. 'I have to tell you the truth,' he said, 'Her name slipped my mind about 10 years ago and I'm scared to death to ask her what it is!!!
Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place.
Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the hell -- They don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss?
The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a 'party atmosphere' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women.
Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that we could charge the women for working the plane and have them kick back 20% of the tips, including lap dances and 'special services.'
Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues.
This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right -- a golden opportunity to turn a liability into an asset.
Why didn't Bush think of this? Why do I still have to do everything myself?
I have a really stupid question here, for those who are into anal sex....
Whenever I have been reading about ass to mouth sex, I generally read either comments about the health risks or comments from guys trying to persuade women it is a really good idea.
But I've never yet seen anyone rebut this by talking about the smell or taste.
Why is this? Does everyone have a full enema beforehand?
Have you done ass to mouth?
If you're the one doing the sucking, what does it taste and smell like?
Well, I had to transfer the contents of the motorhome to the car, before taking the motorhome back to the repair place. Somehow, our contents seem to have multiplied by 10 over the last 9 weeks. So much so that my children were slotted in to the gaps on the back seat. My exBIL laughed that he could see room for at least one cigarette paper...
Anyway, we got back and I have now emptied the car. All the contents are spread all over the house, for me to deal with tomorrow (the phrase "tomorrow never comes" is reverberating in my head for some reason). I've managed to put one wash in the machine, which is a start.
And the boys have rediscovered the Playstation. LOL.
It will be so nice to sleep in my own super comfortable bed. Now all I have to do is see if I can trick anyone else in there...
May 8, 2008 4:51 pm Mood: Ageing horribly, 581 Views
Not only have I turned into a weeble, as recently posted, but now my neck is turning all saggy and horrible.
Combine this with the sudden loss of my shapely ankles about 10 days ago (I swear, I woke up one morning and they were gone), and you can see I'm obviously falling apart.
I think I need a good dose of shagging to rejuvenate me.....
Alwayshorny e-mailed me this one .... I hope he hasn't also posted it on his blog, because I thought it funny enough to reproduce here too
A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.
In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling £40,000. He asked her about the contents.
'When we were to be married,' she said, 'my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the dolls, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?'
'Oh,' she said, 'that's the money I made from selling the dolls.'
A Prayer.......
Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods; Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,I'll beat him to death, as I don't know how to crochet!!!
Well, how nice to have a completely unexpected distraction.
An old boyfriend of mine (from when I was 19 and cheating on my first boyfriend!!) from the States has just e-mailed my business website to get hold of me.
I'm trying to think how long it is since we've been in touch, and I'm guessing around 10 years, maybe more.
Wonder what he might want? ...........
PS He was the first guy to suggest giving me one up the arse, and I remember being totally shocked at the very idea. Needless to say, I said no.
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