Ryan:
So Venice and I were out running errands one night. I was on a mission to find multi-colored Christmas tree lights that blinked and every store I went to had nothing. It seems like the days of beautiful fun amazing awesome cool super galactic best ever awesomely awesome lights are no more. I found a few packs that had lights almost the size of actual light bulbs that fit my description, but not good enough. I really wanted the small lights that have been on every Christmas tree I have ever had, except I wanted them colored with 8 different modes so they could blink or dance at the push of a button. Forget presents, forget delicious food, forget cookies and pies, it isn’t Christmas without these lights. While on this mission I grabbed a drink from the cooler near the register. Little did I know, Venice was thirsty but for whatever reason she didn’t grab her own drink. Usually if she is thirsty I grab a brand we like to share, but on this day, I was extremely dehydrated from the strenuous journeys to the Christmas aisles. I grabbed a drink that I knew would go down easy and replenishes my body with its delicious flavor. This drink is called Mt. Dew, maybe you guys have heard of it? Apparently Venice hates Mt. Dew with all her heart and would rather die of thirst than take a drink of it.
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My Vagina Has A Faucet Valve (Hot Only)
So I’ve learned how to open the faucet in my vagina and let the fluids flow. That may sound silly, but it’s not something I’ve known about my whole life. I’m unsure if my body went into overdrive and started dripping uncontrollably while I was learning to deep throat, or the few rare times prior I would accidentally wet the bed during sex. Maybe my hormones and body just changed with age, and the urge to want to learn to deep throat a penis I had sucked on for years was also part of that change? Whatever it is, I can still remember gagging on Ryan’s cock trying to force it down my throat, while my vagina dripped clear froth onto my own ankles. My body fluids were leaking, I wanted to feel a dick in the bottom of my throat, and I was excited by the idea of wetting the bed like I was a young child with a bladder problem. I’ve changed so much without really having an explanation. However, I have learned a position that always gets me soaking wet.
First, I need to straddle Ryan, and his penis needs to be fully erect. In fact, so erect that it has to hurt my body because the head is hitting my back walls. This is when I will move my body back off his penis, so the head is no longer in the very back, yet the angle is so intense Ryan’s hard shaft grinds the area directly underneath my clitoris. Some say this is the g-spot. I’m unsure if that’s true, but this technique opens up my flood gates every time. I once said that if I were a man, this would be the equivalent to me milking my prostate.
Q&A: Am I Crazy? Sexually Frustrated Wife Needing Help
My husb
and and I have been together for almost 9 years, married for almost 5. Our relationship is generally very good but there is a constant issue that we’ve had for the past few years and that is SEX.
I’m 29, husband is 27. I want sex ALL THE TIME, all day everyday. My husband is content with sex once a week or every two weeks even. It’s definitely slowed from a few years ago. I initiate almost every night and almost always get refused by him.
Worst of all there have been a couple of times I’ve caught him watching porn while I am asleep in bed, and he says it’s because sex is too much work.
We have two kids under 5 he likes to blame but I make sure they’re asleep in their own beds by 9pm every single night, so now he likes to blame work instead. He’s now too tired to have sex. Funny thing is I work 30 hours a week, go to university full time, be a wife and mom, and I’m still not too tired for sex.
I don’t know what to do. We rehash this issue all the time, it turns into arguments all the time. We have a happy marriage otherwise, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. But he makes me feel silly, crazy, or abnormal telling me that it’s all me and I have a higher than average sex drive. He says once every 1-2 weeks is normal for a couple who’s been together as long as we have with two young kids, but I have other friends with kids who say they get sex more often than I do. When I tell him this he laughs and says they are lying to make themselves look better than us.
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My 16 Favorite Southern Expressions and Words
I’ve lived in California all my life and had never ventured past the West coast or even anywhere near the Mountain Time Zone. What I knew about the South was what I saw in Forrest Gump and public school history books. Is there still racism? Sure there is. But it seems that the people here aren’t as inhibited as people are in other regions. It took me a while to overcome the language barrier, but even now a little help from Google Translate can help to get fully past the barrier. My observations aren’t meant to mock or offend, but to point out my favorite linguistic distinctions. No, not everyone uses the words and expressions below, to be fair. But many do. Here’s my list:
16. Sair-dee. Say it again. Do you hear it? It’s the phonetic pronunciation of Saturday. Isn’t that adorable? It really tickles me to hear that. No matter what day of the week it is.
15. Chiiiiiiiiiild. Depending on the age of the speaker, you may also hear, “Giiiiiiiiiirl” which is used by your peers, or “Hooooooooooney” which I’ve heard being used between two older women. Therefore, “chiiiiiiiiiild” is usually said by an older woman to a younger person. The drawing out of these terms of endearment usually precedes a piece of advice or a profound fact.
Example: “Why did I get in trouble for eating one piece of chocolate? The new guy ate half the box and the boss didn’t say jack to him!” The supervisor rolls her eyes and says to me, “Chiiiiiiiiiild, he’s the boss’ nephew. You’ll learn soon enough.”
14. Might could. Might could replaces “might (or may) be able to.” Example: “I can’t go to the wedding ceremony, but I might could go to the reception.”
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Random Moments: Top 10 Best Horror Movies Ever
My top 10 horror movies! Grab your popcorn and your tablet, it’s about to be on!
After each selection, Ryan gives his two cents on whether he agrees or not. If he doesn’t agree, you can pretty much you can ignore that part! 🙂
10) Jeepers Creepers
After I saw this movie, I started believing in the horror genre again. There was something very frustrating going on throughout the movie: dying cell phones, uncooperative small town diner folk, creepy cat lady. All these trite goings-on leading up to what should probably be a showdown between good and evil. Wrong. When Darry falls down storm pipe leading to an unknown hole, we are relieved to know that he’d landed unharmed. But as he the camera pans up and around the catacomb, we see the terrifying place as he gently dusts himself off. And it’s only more disturbing when he encounters a young man, bound, but still alive and staring at him with fear in his eyes. This was the last movie I watched before I went to Field Training the next day.
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Ryan’s two cents: Scary, frustrating, entertaining, nail biting, and more. And I fucking hate scary movies.
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