rm_EveLWoman 57F
405 posts
2/11/2006 12:55 am

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Today I found myself wondering about Monica Lewinsky. I don’t know why I was wondering about her. Maybe I have too much time on my hands, maybe it was the fact that I was dropping off a dress at the dry cleaners, maybe it was the fumes at said dry cleaners, or maybe I was thinking Eve needed something new to blog about.

Whatever it was, I was thinking about Monica Lewinsky.

I wonder, now that her 15 minutes are up, now that the book deals, the guest appearances and even the late night comedian topical jokes about her are over; Now that all the money has been spent and she has slipped into virtual obscurity with the rest of us mere mortals… Does she have any regrets?

We would all like to have our 15 minutes of fame, but how many of us want to be the world’s most famous cocksucker?

I mean think about it. First of all, you’re a has been in your twenties, you’re ousted from the popular culture along with the administration you sucked up to in the first place, you're forever doomed to requests from every man you even casually date for “presidential favors”, your women friends secretly hate you and don’t trust you alone with their partners, and your favorite dress is ruined.

I wonder if she just wishes she had kept her mouth shut.
I wonder if she has regrets.
Poor Monica…I feel for her, I really do.

Like Monica, we have all done something we wish we hadn’t. We all have regrets.

Like Monica, I suspect we’ve all had that one cock, that for whatever reason, we wish we hadn’t.

The one that left a bad taste in our metaphorical or actual mouth.

In support of Monica, now that she is just ‘one of us’ (and it seems to me, this is just the sort of site Monica would belong to), I raise my fist in solidarity for:

The Member I Wish I Didn’t Remember

For me it was Robert. We had been friends all through college, platonic friends. Late one night after much alcohol consumption (mostly by him), we fell into bed together. It was awkward and unsatisfying, the alcohol having worked its depressant magic on his somewhat unattractive cock. (there should be some law that requires attractive men to have attractive genitals).

Aside from the fact that our attempt at sex was mostly an abysmal failure, the next morning Robert’s chagrined repeating of “Damn I was drunk last night.” (*gasp* maybe he found my genitals somewhat unattractive too!) began to sound more like an accusation than an excuse. I felt like a date even though back then, the term hadn’t even been coined yet. The friendship was officially finished over coffee and a hasty retreat.

I learned some important lessons about friendships, alcohol, guilt and my (pardon the pun) taste in cocks… but in the interest of Monica Solidarity, will admit…I wish I hadn’t.

Join me in Monica Solidarity! Who was your member?

rm_1hotwahine 64F
21091 posts
2/11/2006 2:02 pm

Until I hear the woman accept a least a small part in that mess, until I hear her say, "Yeah, I should have kept my mouth shut" I will not be able to get behind a Monica movement. Maybe she has but I haven't heard it. Nevertheless...

Scott. Mine was named Scott.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

oceanwalker2006 67M
1 post
2/11/2006 4:59 pm

She knew from the moment that she woke up that it was going to be a strange and wonderful day. She awoke to the sensation of her silk sheets actually caressing her naked body. From her neck to her toes it was like her sheet had tiny soft fingers that were touching her everywhere. There was no pressure from anywhere, and yet her sheet was making love to her the way a ghost or a spirit might. She kept lying in bed and finally she gently pressed her thighs together bringing some relief to her now aching pussy. By simply tightening and loosening her thighs she began to feel the familiar feelings of an orgasm arising. Her ghost was fucking her and she was about to come. The best thing about living alone was that when the moment of ecstasy hit her, she could scream just as loud as she wanted to, and she was a screamer.
Some coffee helped start a day where she really had nothing to do. It was a holiday and the stores were having sales. She was facing a glorious day of shopping leisurely for nothing in particular.
Stepping into the shower her ghost of the silk sheets was soon replaced by another ghost from the showerhead. The water seemed to pause for a moment on her skin to take the tiniest of bites on her flesh before continuing its way down her body. This was a completely different type of lovemaking. It was harsher, and yet even more erotic. The water bit at her face, at her breasts, at her belly and the outside of her pussy. She turned the shower handle to a slightly warmer setting, and as she suspected the biting got harder. Now she was squirming a little bit in the shower as a thousand tiny mouths had there way with her. Finally she lied back in the tub and positioned her pussy right under the flow of water and spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow. Now all the bites were right on her pussy and some were even making there way inside. She pulled the lips of her pussy apart and invited the thousand tiny mouths to bite the inside of her swollen pussy. Her ass squirmed along the bottom of the tub, as the hardest bites seemed to be directed right on her clit. But, she held her love lips far apart and begged her lover to bite a little harder. And now the feelings were too intense and for the second time this wonderful day her body shuttered in orgasm while she screamed to her lover in the shower.
She was ready to get dressed and go out to the mall, and was deciding what to wear.

Want to hear the rest of the day?

caressmewell 54F

2/11/2006 9:36 pm

Mine was Kevin.

LadytoPleaseYou 65F
5447 posts
2/11/2006 10:48 pm

It's one thing to be the most famous cocksucker in the world and quite another to be THE WORLD'S BEST COCKSUCKER.

The member I would like to UNremember is little Steve. He was uhh...little all over. Very little. Tiny. Very Tiny. This is the ONLY time I would ever say that SIZE mattered. There was no size to it. He is probably the only guy that had to carry a magnifing glass and a pair of tweezers just to go pee. I used my thumb and forefinger to stroke him. Well, not actually SSSTTTRRROOOOKKKEEEEEE. But move up and down about an inch.....and this was hard. Poor guy. I really don't know if he had an orgasm or not. I don't think it was actually big enough to get in anywhere. Well maybe my belly button.

PENIS CHARMING....where are you?

pinkplaytoyz 51F

2/12/2006 2:46 pm


rm_1hotwahine 64F
21091 posts
2/12/2006 6:17 pm

It looks like Pink's Keith couldn't cook, lol.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

duststormdiva 52F
6854 posts
2/12/2006 6:38 pm

I don't think I have ever had a regret.

Even my daughters father was millisecond man, no penetration, but strong swimmers. I don't regret because I have a beautiful daughter from it.


womanoirish 55F

2/12/2006 7:36 pm

I have to say I'm not really for Monica Solidarity just yet, but the cock I wish I hadn't had was Paul's.

FeelKindaLonely 45F

2/15/2006 3:08 pm

Does it count when you regret that you have no regrets?

slidein2meplz 63F
1994 posts
2/15/2006 4:44 pm

my ex-fiance Ron...ick/phooey. Oh and one guy nearly 6 years ago who bragged he was hung like a horse..but was in reality... as big as my thumb....hard.

~~~ Just me, poppin to say HI! ~~

FeistySyn 53F

2/15/2006 5:10 pm

Ladies: check out Three_Inch_Tool.... very funny alter-ego for someone who chats in my part of the world

Apparently the depth of depravity here is bottomless... don't you feel right at home?

redmustang91 58M  
8923 posts
3/7/2006 1:14 pm

I think Monica was lucky. She was a nothing intern and got lots of attention and some money. Seems like she enjoyed sexy times with Bill. What does she have to regret?

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