Once upon a time
On a blog not so far away, Dan read a post of mine. This post talked about things that really .... well the picture that captioned the post was that of a bloody knife.
Ya, things that make me mad, or otherwise fucking disgust me.
So anyway, in the comment, back a long time ago, this guy Dan being a positive sort of guy, asked me to write about things I love.
I did write a few things on that other blog, but there are a few thing I just can't put there, for fear of retribution --- Just ask Dannypleasedontgo -- who's link I cant even give you 'cause it is now set to private do to his work situation.
On a blog not so far away, Dan read a post of mine. This post talked about things that really .... well the picture that captioned the post was that of a bloody knife.
Ya, things that make me mad, or otherwise fucking disgust me.
So anyway, in the comment, back a long time ago, this guy Dan being a positive sort of guy, asked me to write about things I love.
I did write a few things on that other blog, but there are a few thing I just can't put there, for fear of retribution --- Just ask Dannypleasedontgo -- who's link I cant even give you 'cause it is now set to private do to his work situation.
So, here are a few of the things i love... sorry it's all about sex
THINGS I LOVE
THINGS I LOVE
I love to ware tight jean, the kind the rub against me and stimulate me when I walk.
I love riding an old motorcycle that vibrates to high hell, I love the way the bike feels between my legs and how I have to control every muscle in my 125# body to keep the bad boy up.
I love to ware my glowing necklace with a low cut shirt-- because men then have an excuse to look at my breasts
I love beautiful woman. The kind that are beautiful inside and out. Not the classic beauty -- but the beauty that walks with confidence into a room. I love talking with them and smiling at them and making them feel uncomfortable.
I love when a sexy man leans in close to me and talks softly in my ear.
I love when I can still smell his cologne after he walks away
Actually, I love to pass a man who's cologne reminds me of some one I had a great encounter with.
I love to be shaved by my partner
I love to flirt online with witty articulate people-- men mostly-- woman don't seem to want to flirt with me. I think they think I'm a man.
I love the way (most) gay men dance.
I love it when a man out of my league finds me attractive and pays attention to me in a crowd.
I have to admit, I cleaned this up pretty well! You should have read the first draft
