Honesty is such a lonely word
I bet many of you.
Billy Joel was one of the best concerts I ever went to. One of the best, not the best since I have been to so many. Ranging from AC/DC to Depeche Mode to Santana.
Recently, while scrolling the pages of the people I watch... I find that a lot of fellows and fellas are writing a little about themselves. I find this hugely entertaining and insightful. Meaning, when I read about you it makes me want to read about your opinions and situations even more. Not like an addiction though, don't get ahead of yourself. No, just more enjoyable to ... enjoy.
So whilst you all give a hint of yourselves, I remain shrouded in a velvet curtain of only my sexuality and it's problems here. Nobody ever gets tired of sex... unless they've had sex, and it's anal... for the first time. *grit teeth*
Therefore I cannot imagine you wanting me to delve into anything but, right? Why would you want to know more about the "grocery store" me? The PTA me? The owie-knee-kisser me? The bathrobe wearing coffee toter that I am?
I tell you what, I'll ante up a bit. But ONLY a bit.
My kids mean the world to me, hands down. They are the epitome of all that's pre -man. Teetering on testosterone influx they are definetly interesting to watch. If I had not had sons, I'd have never known you guys played with yourselves from birth.
The kids in my sons class think I'm his big sister.
The teacher thought I was a nanny.
I coached little league for two years.
I cause accidents all the time, not intentionally.
I'm smart enough to wear camoflague pants and a black halter top to Home Depot on a Saturday afternoon. Normally getting an "at the counter discount." As well I own a jigsaw with a lazer guide and a compound mitre saw, and yes it's mine.
I'll never tell you the strangest place I had sex. Ever.
I like to hang out with my girlfriends and fish, it's my little slice of heaven.
I play poker and chew on stogies with the guys.
I sleep naked, and when forced to put clothes on (like never) I usually end up taking them off anyway in my sleep.
My dinner specialty is an old recipe my southern granny passed down: Chicken and Dumplings (slow simmered on the bone). I'm telling ya, it's the reason my husband married me.
Underwear favorite would be boy shorts... second only to none at all.
I play my bass guitar whenever possible, my favorite song to practice to would have to be People of the Sun by Rage Against the Machine (or atleast that's my flavor of the month).
I do play my bass guitar in boy shorts... thanks for asking.
All time best song to play bass guitar to while wearing boy shorts and then have sex during? Kashmir - Zepplin.
My one weekness is being kissed from behind, on the nape of the neck. God help the one who does that...
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Best sexual encounter?
Most favorite thing for intimacy?
Favorite sexual position? No, I think we should stop right there. *giggle*
I feel as if I have given up a huge piece of myself... Gosh, I feel almost--- violated.
*perk*
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Eww. Weird. I happen to be rollin' around in my ride jammin' to a 2CD set of Bill Joel's greatest hits... that and an old Snoop Dogg CD. I would suggest perhaps Joel's "The Stranger" would also possibly be appropriate.
Though in some cases in my life, "Big Shot" would more closely fit the situation.
I think the hubby was taken by more than just the chicken and dumplings, though that is an outstanding reason on it's own. But also the ownership and ability to use power tools; fishing; poker playing; naked sleeping.
He's a lucky, lucky man ... and anytime he forgets, an orangutan should pop outta the closet and smack him on the forehead with a two-by-four.
and thanks for self-violating yourself for our gratification. Con mucho gusto!!
Murph- how in the hell did you estimate how tall I was?
You're not dead on, but your strangely close...
Bass Tracker Nitro. Fish and Ski model if possible.
Yeah, definetly.
Doz - Thank you for the flattery. I try to keep the orangutang locked up until special occasions... but yes, evey once in awhile he escapes and wreaks havoc regardless of my husbands mental state.
Dom- we have some sort of weird moon thing going on...
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