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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Why did I click? Then why did I read? And, finally, why did I read the whole thing?
Because subconsciously you were dying to imprint those impressions on your brain? Eh. I'll go with the car-wreck theory instead. We just couldn't avert our eyes. It was a powerful compulsion.
Bad subconscious, no biscuit. Frakin' thing messes me up all the time.
I'm pretty sure peeps had first impressions of me that were along the lines of, "OMG, you are GOOFY, girlfriend!"
This is most certainly not what I was thinking as you were unlacing my corset in Chicago.
Yeah ita, there are just so many parts of that link that make me go...um...wtf?
This is most certainly not what I was thinking as you were unlacing my corset in Chicago.
If you need me, I'll be in my bunk. Guh. That's a lot of hottitude in close proximity. Kinsey score, meet skewed.
If you need me, I'll be in my bunk. Guh. That's a lot of hottitude in close proximity. Kinsey score, meet skewed.
There was a LOT of corsetry in Chicago. With the pulling and the tugging and the glavin.
There was a LOT of corsetry in Chicago. With the pulling and the tugging and the glavin.
I could die a happy woman right now. IJS.
ION, Tuesdays and Fridays are trash days. My DH has gone to bed without taking a thing to the curb. It was his night. Going back to the conversation about feeling like an adult, I've just taken it out without even muttering a bitchy comment under my breath.
Also, Trudes? You can totally swear off guys. "Ask me how!"
Ah, Gloomcookie, would that I had a tutor...
I told you, Trudes, we are just friends.
My sarcasm level in high right now. Got an email from my dad.
Better, thanks, Maria. Not good, but I'll certainly take better over a few hours ago.