Classified

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I had a fascinating conversation this evening with one of my friends that got me thinking about our various and respective kinks and about what it is we’re all (in the general, applies-to-everyone kind of way) looking for in life, love, and parodies of the above. ‘Who am I?’ and ‘What do I want?’ are two questions worth asking ourselves. They are, no doubt, two questions that come up when one is immersed in the dating scene. Particularly the online dating scene, where ‘personal’ ads are sometimes… Well. Damned personal.

So I’m curious: When it comes to sex, how succinctly can you answer?

My friend knows herself pretty well. She knows what she wants, even if she thinks it doesn’t exist. You see… Unfortunately, men with 9 inch cocks aren’t typically into CBT. I wonder why that is? I mean, there are plenty of women with 40DDs who are into nipple torture. It only seems logical that the size concept (which reminds me of a question I’ve been meaning to ask…if women who like large equipment are considered size queens, does that mean men who like big tits are size kings?) would apply to the opposite sex as well… Hmmm. Maybe it does, but it’s just not *apparent*…

Apparently, it will take some time to get this issue sorted out. Meanwhile, if any of you gentlemen happen to be sporting a 9-inch package and have acquired a taste for pain, please let me know. I will forward news of your existence to my freaky (and I mean that in the nicest way) friend. Particularly if you are over 25 (that way I’ll know your head is fully formed), in good shape (wouldn’t want you to have a heart attack during play time), and have a preference for big-breasted (holy mother of God!), beautiful (seriously: abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous…my husband has a HUGE crush on her) women. If you happen to excel at ‘wet’ things, that would be a plus. (I’ll just leave *that* open to your own primally vivid imaginations.)

Anywhoo…

Back to the question(s): Who are you? And what do you want?

I, for one, can answer in 40 words or less, which means I’d get a special rate if I was using my local newspaper’s classified ads:

Good Girl-next-door with inner cock slut seeks kinky sex with thick-dicked men. Spanking experience preferred; T&D optional. Additional terms negotiable. Must have strength, stamina, and personality. Sense of humor required. Men who fear emotional connectedness need not apply.

How’s THAT for a ‘want’ ad? 😉

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Want to give it a try? In 40 words or less?
Who are you?

And what do you want?

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I suppose the simple answer would be, “That’s Classified.” 😉

Wanton Wednesday: Measuring Sexy By The Foot

But not by the board foot.  Ahem.  My feet are never bored.  😉

And yes, perverts, the foam around my ankles is bath bubbles.  😉

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Get A Fucking Dictionary

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Fucking:  the oldest sport known to mankind.  If fucking ever becomes an Olympic event, I’ll start watching the games again.

Fuck!:  general expletive; definition varies depending upon inflection.  Generally interchangeable with longer phrases, such as ‘Dammit, not AGAIN!’ and ‘Why the hell did God make stupid people?!?’

FUCK!:  a fiercer version of the expletive above; most often uttered after stubbing one’s toe, giving one’s self a paper cut, or ripping a wax strip off one’s most sensitive areas.

Fuckity-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck:  This one’s just fun to say.

Fuck a Duck!:  This one is even more fun to say.  Kind of like when you use a sing-song voice to repeat the mantra “quack-quack, waddle-waddle, quack-quack, waddle-waddle” (does anyone else remember that commercial?) while stomping through mud puddles.  😀

Fuckin’ Dog:  under-the-breath utterance referring to the psycho bitch who freaks out for no reason at 4:00a.m., head butts you with her nose, and starts panting in your face to wake you up.

Fuckin’ DOG:  my response to the Mister when he sleepily mumbles, “Why are you awake?  It’s four o’clock in the morning!”

Wanna fuck?:  It’s 4:00 a.m. and we’re both awake.  What the hell else are we gonna do?

Fuuuuucccckk:  Oh.  My.  God.  That feels amazing.

Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck:  Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygodohmygodohmygod…

Oh, fuck yes…:  Just keep hittin’ that spot babe.  Pleeeeaaaase keep hittin’ that spot.  SO damn good.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck:  I’m on the edge, I’m on the edge, I’m on the fucking edge and I don’t want to be fucking edging so you better start moving faster fucker!

Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme:  I am not a reasonable human being right now.  I am my most primal self.  And you seriously need to fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme HARDER DAMMIT because I’m about to cuuuuuuummmmm….

Fucker:  term of endearment, often accompanied by a shoulder smack and followed by a half-aware response along the lines of…

“Mmmm…”  Then a sleepily mumbled, “What?”

The meaning of ‘fucker’ varies depending on context.  Prior to sex it can mean, ‘Stop snoring’ or ‘Pay attention to me, dammit!’  After sex, it generally means, ‘Get your heavy ass up off me cuz I can’t breathe.’

Fek:  good-natured variation on Fuck(!) [see above], which, when used after fucking [see above] generally means ‘Psht!  You can’t seriously expect me to sleep in this wet spot?’

Philosophical Fodder

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“Bars are full of men who are looking for bad girls.”

– Alexander McCall Smith (from The Kalahari Typing School For Men)