Aren't blow jobs traditional?
So I get stuff and he gets sex? I've seen that business model before...
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Aren't blow jobs traditional?
So I get stuff and he gets sex? I've seen that business model before...
There were a number of men wandering about aimlessly through the denuded Valentine's section, which looked positively post-apocalyptic.
Poor men, they waited too long!
treats
I am highly in favor of treats. There are a lot of chores that would get done a lot faster if someone would, say, give me a foot rub when I finished them.
So I get stuff and he gets sex? I've seen that business model before...
But it's not a trade; they're both gifts!
What if the guy in question gets blow jobs anyway? What should I get him for Valentine's Day then? I was seriously thinking of this today. Maybe I should save the BJs for special occasions. Or for treats!
Or maybe just have sexytimes for the sake of sexytimes, and buy each other gifts for appropriate holidays!
I think I am going to see if I can pick up something downtown before I get on the bus.
Aren't blow jobs traditional?
(That is NOT the e-card Tim sent me. This one is. I sent him this one. I know, we're disgustingly sappy.)
I love both of those, though I think Tim's to you is my favorite.
I think Tim's to you is my favorite.
I actually almost sent him that one, except I have a bad cold and didn't want to promise something I couldn't deliver. So the balls one saved me from that.
I just sent Jon "I'm in love and not afraid to annoy the shit out of everyone!"
I just sent Jon "I'm in love and not afraid to annoy the shit out of everyone!"
I love that one! I was going to post it on FB or something (to, indeed, annoy the shit out of everyone), but I thought I might get shanked for it.
Dan loves ice cream, so I got him a 3 pints of shmancy Christopher Elbow ice cream after work: Venezuelan Spice, Peanut Butter Flake and Chocolate Cherry Bourbon.
I got a pretty bouquet of spring-y flowers and he made me an owl card-drawing and posted it on FB.
We would have gone out to dinner, but I was trapped in Grading Hell this weekend.
No, I will model the red lace ... thing you are clutching desperately so you can "see what it looks like."
Groan. This was a part of our training when I worked at Victoria's Secret in grad school. Although thanks to that job, 9 times out of 10, I can eyeball a woman's bust and call her bra size.
I know a woman who gives punishment BJs. Not, like, with teeth or anything. Regular BJs. As punishment.
So far, it doesn't seem to be achieving the desired behaviour modifications.