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Post by GratefulHippie on Mar 2, 2008 21:57:56 GMT -5
joey9927 said:
fallenangel said:
i dont like doing the ice thing...although someone i went to high school used pop rocks...she said the guy liked it, but i cant help but think it would hurt the guy...
HAHA wow i cant imagine what that would feel like lol. it probably wouldnt hurt but it would be very interesting thats for sure
Hurt so good Come on baby make it hurt so good Sometimes love dont feel like it should You make it hurt so good
Now you just told me that friendship is all I'm forced to repair the breech in my wall Illusions and dreams, as usual, it seems Sabra girl, they've been my downfall
Now you just told me that friendship is all I'm forced to repair the breech in my wall Illusions and dreams, as usual, it seems Sabra girl, they've been my downfall
so...what's more important...foreplay or the actual act of sex?
i say foreplay, hands down
BOTH! foreplay wins by a couple bonus points though. I love getting my boyfriend aching for sex ;D and that is achieved in part with the help of foreplay hahaha
so...what's more important...foreplay or the actual act of sex?
i say foreplay, hands down
BOTH! foreplay wins by a couple bonus points though. I love getting my boyfriend aching for sex ;D and that is achieved in part with the help of foreplay hahaha
If you have to choose between the two, you're not doing it right.
Tease is relative... a guy rarely gets called a tease because so many guys just want the single act of sex. But you could technically "tease" for a loooooooong time and be having the time of your life.
Now you just told me that friendship is all I'm forced to repair the breech in my wall Illusions and dreams, as usual, it seems Sabra girl, they've been my downfall
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that I could sing. But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things Like a, shoebox of photographs With sepiatone loving Love is the answer
A little feeling in my gut that I get of late when I think about these cats running the world with hate
oh the tension. damn am i glad im going to ny this weekend, i get to see the boyfriend and get out the pent up sexuality i'm getting from all this sex talk.
oh oh, i loooooooooooove wrestling before hand. that's totally a form of foreplay. innocent wrestling, turns into who gets the top, turns into "whered my shirt go?"