My sister and I are headed to see Bon Jovi in concert.  Squeeeee!!!!  I saw him quite a few years back (um…like 19 years ago *ahem*).  My friends and I, at that stage in my life, were very into hair bands/rock n roll, etc.  We were heavy concert go-ers. I can’t say I remember many of them, bc those were also my heavy drug and alcohol days (ok so I’ve remained a lush, but I bid farwell to the drugs with my twenties…).  I was reminicising with Yummy about how my friends and I used to sneak alcohol in to the concerts in hairspray bottles.  Gag, I know.  But you know fill it with Jack Daniels and all you have to do is buy yourself a Diet Coke and you are set!  These days I’m thinking my sister and I will suck it up and pay the $10 for a beer.  ~wink~

I’ve outgrown many of the hair bands and wince when I hear certain bands/songs.  But there are the ‘memory songs’ and Bon Jovi (Def Lepard very close behind…I mean who doesn’t love a song with lyrics like- Pour some sugar on me?!) has the most of them.  I still remember and love many of his songs.  We are stoked to spend some adult time together and will be rockin it, you can bet on it.

Oh.  And I wore my new corset from Eden Fantasy’s.  Something to look forward to….you know, being the picture whore I am and everything…..

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Jury’s In! I’m serving Jury Duty this week. A four day trial… *groan* I am soooo. totally. NOT. a morning person. Or someone who likes to be away from my home all day. every day.
So yeah. I’ll be mostly MIA this week.

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We’ve been talking a lot recently about how Vixen and I have opened Pandora’s box with the concept of cuckolding. Now, if you look up the term via Google, you’re gonna find that there are numerous aspects to it. We’ve really only scratched the surface.

This weekend took on a slightly different aspect as I got to drive my wife for her date night with what she is referring to as her new ‘tall glass of yummy’. It all sort of came together rather quickly. And frankly, a lot of what has transpired is a bit blurry.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. After all, I was the one who found him for her. Let’s face it, shopping for people on Craigslist doesn’t have a good success rate. So what harm could it have done? That was my thought process at least. I had no idea that this guy would so quickly become Vixen’s new Beau.

Vixen’s edit:
Ok…lol.  So here’s MY side of things.  I had just spent the wkend with YM.  He lives in another state.  He leaves for Afghanistan in a month.  He knows how much fun I’ve had with YM.  PC really wanted me to have someone closer by.  That I could maybe see on a more regular basis.  He sent me numerous ads that day and ‘Tall Glass of Yummy’ (god, I have GOT to come up with another NN for him, lol….I have an idea but I need to think on it a bit more)…well, his JUMPED out at me.  It referenced my all time favorite commercial, seemed like it was meant to be….  *wicked grin*  I HAD to respond to him (his is the only one I had any desire to respond to).  And he turned out to be smart, witty and awesome.  …And he like, wrote words (can I tell you how many CL ads I’ve responded to- females, btw- that responded with these short, curt answers…WTF, YOU wrote the ad, HELLO!?).

Do you know what it’s like getting your wife ready for a hot date? I took her shopping the night before and helped pick out some really cute things for her. Okay, they weren’t so much cute as they were simply HOT!!! Even as she was getting ready, I found myself helping her with her hair, her shoes, ensuring things were just right.

Once she was all ready and really causing me to lust, we piled in the car as I started the hour long drive to where she was meeting Mr. Yummy. I’m not sure who was more nervous about the date. I wanted my baby to represent. But at the same time, I didn’t want things to go too well. You know what I mean.

Originally, the game plan consisted of me dropping her off in the parking garage so she could walk on over to the restaurant where they were meeting. She wanted to look rather independent. Then I would feed the kids, hang out for a while and wait for her call. That plan didn’t last very long. The final plan was to drop her off, and feed the kids. Then we’d head home and wait for her signal to go back and pick her up. Okay, so much for plans.

Vixen’s Edit:
Actually originally we discussed (read: I tried to talk him into coming with me) him coming along.  To check for chemistry, the CLICK I talk about needing.  But in the end he was feeling anxious about tagging along, he prefers to be an outsider.  And I was thinking the opportunity for flirting and really hitting things off would go better one on one (not that I mind or have ever held back with flirting in front of PC…but he can be a bit intimidating, lol).

Apparently, the chemistry between them was pretty good. I should have known what was happening when she texted me to put my new CB3000 chastity cage on. We’ve never played with anything like that before. And she thought it would be a nice, last minute reward for me. But she seemed skeptical that I could get it on without any help. Hah! Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Vixen’s Edit:
Right.  I also dared him.  A- I NEVER dare him to do anything and B- PC can NEVER turn down a dare.  I know these things…  ~wink~

I let her know that I did as she asked. But I didn’t expect her to react the way she did. She texted me, “You are the best sissy!”.

The best sissy?! Was that what I was becoming to her? I didn’t know. And I don’t know that I really cared. All I knew was that she was with a real stud of a guy and yet she was super pleased with me.

The text messages began to drop off. She let me know that she’d see me in the morning and that she loved me. I must have been fairly aroused by the whole situation and by my new found title. Apparently, I busted my CB3000. That’s right. And it wasn’t from tampering. It was from… Do I really have to spell it out for ya? How’s that for appreciation?

The next morning I looked forward to picking her up and to hearing of how things went. If all went well, I knew she’d want me to take care of things. Not sure if her sissy term is the same as nanny. I suppose that’s sort of what I have been feeling like lately. But she sure does like to show me how much she appreciates my help and her freedom. I guess I can easily live with that. Some people wrestle with getting their identity. Not me. I finally feel as if I know my place.

~PC

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Our eyes met and locked…holding his gaze.  My hips meeting his.  Slowly at first.  His hands grasping on to my hips….digging into my skin.  The rhythm becoming faster.  Harder.  The incredible desire to be filled more…..and more.  Taking his fingers in my mouth.  Sucking while intently staring into his eyes.

My mouth meeting his as he breathily asked, “How else do you want it baby?”

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Who knew Vixen’s latest trips to Vegas and my reactions would generate so much feedback and interest? Actually, I sort of had an idea a while ago.

There is so much that is regarded as taboo that can be quite sexually stimulating when you allow it. The problem is we’re so pre-programmed that we often avoid fun and excitement. The sad part is we’ll do and make our spouses less fulfilled in the process. The issue isn’t to force things upon our mates. It’s to explore possibilities– together. And that’s really the key. Another important factor is making sure you’re not in a quid pro quo relationship. Sure you might be able to make some things work. But what happens when you actually hit up against a wall that your spouse can’t go beyond? Are you going to hold your mate hostage until you get what you want? These are just some of the things I’ve had to personally deal with over recent weeks.

When Vixen and I first discussed the topic of cuckolding, it was very strange and awkward. I can’t say that I was actually into it. And she didn’t even know what it was. This is what we knew at the time:

1. I was into the idea of kink, but didn’t know what I really liked. Bondage sounded good to me– not so much to her
2. Vixen had been in a fairly controlling relationship, so being jealous of things was never going to resonate well with her
3. She has a lot of anxieties– so getting her to open up to new things is beyond difficult
4. She’s very passive-aggressive
5. I am expected to be in charge and a leader during my day-to-day life, which gets to be quite taxing
6. She loves to flirt
7. She loves to be flirted with
8. She loves to be pursued and hates to pursue (except when it came to me)
9. She’s into girls and not guys
10. Okay, she hates to admit that she does get turned on by some guys (but don’t tell anyone)

With those things in mind, we talked about swinging and things like that. What we found out was she was very open to the subject, as long as I didn’t do any actual swinging. Hmm… that didn’t sound like swinging to me. That was something all together different. But we still didn’t know what to call it– perhaps “one way hinge”.

During the course of these discussions, we actually found something that she was really into. She loved the idea of telling me to do anything she wanted and I couldn’t say “no”. This was a huge discovery, especially if we could figure out a way to exploit it. Needless to say, the first few ideas were a bit less than convenient, especially for me. But it might give you an insight into how her mind works.

Bearing in mind that Vixen enjoys women and that so many of the women we’ve come across are married, she came up with her “circumstances” request of me. There was the chance that we might come across a couple, consisting of a bi-sexual woman. Well, she wanted me to run interference for her with the guy. Seriously! That’s what she wanted of me. Now, go back to the previous paragraph for review. A new found turn on for her was to tell me to do something and for me to go along with it.

Well, this concept was a huge stretch for me.  Basically, she was asking me to be bi or to do bi-sexual acts myself, which I was not sure I was okay with. It was one thing for her to do things, it was another for me. I can remember when this came up. It was around the time Casino Royale came out with the new James Bond. The reason I know that is it was the first movie we ever went to together. And after the movie was over, she marveled at me bragging about the new guy. He was the first believable James Bond since Sean Connery. But he also had this build… Anyway, you get the idea. She found an opening and began teasing me with it, which I resented at first. I fought her teasings with all my might. But she ended things by asking me to at least keep an open mind. I felt that was a reasonable request on her part and so I agreed.

As time passed, she began exploring the idea of “circumstances” more and more. It wasn’t always in the context of me running interference for her. She changed things slightly. She began to discuss the possibility of her being with the guy too and with me sitting there all tied up and helpless. All I could do was watch her. That started to get me a bit excited. My hot wife getting it on with a couple, especially with another guy, was a tremendous turn on for me. And so we began discussing it further and further. Eventually, she added new dimensions to it.

Up until recently, this has pretty much been the extent of our discussions. She has trained me well over the past couple of years.  When we first met, I really didn’t even care for sex.  I was a night time sex person at best. I had so many anxieties associated with it. I didn’t mind doing other things. But intercourse was not my thing. She, on the other hand, was into morning sex, afternoon sex, etc. Basically, she wanted sex all the time.

This was a problem for us for a couple of reasons. Apart from the lack of libido on my part, I was a morning person and she was a night owl. She was never really ready for sex until I was already asleep or on the verge of it. This created a lot of tension at one point. And I felt guilty and started to take it out on her. But when you love someone, you try to find ways to adapt and to cope to please your mate. In my case, I had to deal with more sex. And not only that, but I had to deal with the fact that I wasn’t always that great at recovering to have multiple orgasms a day. One was enough to leave me feeling quite drained and not very clear headed.

Over time, my routine has morphed considerably. It’s not really important how we do foreplay. What’s important is that we do it, and during the middle of the day. But in order to handle the part of me getting horribly tired, she added a new dimension. I was only allowed to cum on command. Okay, this is like herding ducks. But in keeping with her turn underlying turn on, we tried this. And we tried it some more. You know what? We’ve gotten pretty good at it. I am only allowed to cum during our night time sessions. And if I don’t stay awake to have them, then it’s my loss. Because during the day time, I am expected to service her at least once or twice. We cannot stop any session until she has at least two orgasms. And for me…

Well, I am getting slowly introduced into this new world of watching and assisting my wife in her being pleasured. And that’s giving me a new high, which lasts a lot longer than I ever expected. Sure, so far we’re talking about orgasm denial and about her being pleased by another man. We haven’t gone down the other paths yet. Perhaps there’s no need for it. The point is we’ve found something that apparently works for both of us. And we’re starting to experiment a bit.

Would I like to watch her? I think so. You never really know how you’re gonna feel about something until after it’s over. The problem with going to the next level is that I can come across as a bit intimidating. I can’t really imagine someone skinny calling me a bitch. As Vixen has put it, I will definitely have to be tied up– probably so the other guy will be comfortable.

For me, it’s simple. I made her a promise to not tell her “no”. It’s not always the easiest thing to live up to. But I love trying and devoting myself to my wife.

~PC

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When PC and I began discussing the idea of cuckholding numerous years back, allowing me to be with whomever I wanted….  It was a huge turn on.  It’s a fantasy of his for him to know I can be with anyone I want, anytime I want.  PC loves to ’shop’ for me (female and male).  He has searched online websites (he prefers the the kinkier ones), Craigslist….  He’s found plenty of men that are interested in ME, but me in them?  Eh…not so much.  I’m just not that attracted to men.  And the ones I am, it’s very short term bc what is missing for me is any sort of ‘click’.  I *have* to click with someone in order for things to move forward.  And unfortunately, I don’t feel that ‘CLICK’ all that often.  I’m much more attracted to females.  I’ve dated a few, been with a couple, over the past several years.  Some of them more serious than others, a few led to more, most led to dead ends.  It’s been an interesting last few years.

When I went to Vegas, no one was surprised there was a hook up (lol) but everyone was surprised the person I felt that ‘CLICK’ with was a male.  PC made me promise to have as much fun as possible, to be as naughty as I could and to experiment with slutty.  Which naughty I can have fun with, but slutty… not so much me. 

Before we went out one night in Vegas, I recieved a text from him…
“…just get lucky and go for it.  Be slutty for a change.”

There was one condition though…  I had to relay all the dirty little details to him, like he was one of the girls.

Oh….my. 
~grins~

(vi.sualize.us)

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The next installment….

Ok.  So Friday night while we were out and about we were approached by a promoter for Rok Vegas.  He wanted to put us on the VIP list.  We had decided Saturday would be our ‘big night out’, dressed to the nines, etc. 

(Keep in mind we had already been drinking the. entire. day.)

We get into the club and I have immediate flash backs of NYE.  Not a single place to sit, we’re gonna have to stand the entire time, totally packed, difficult to get to the bar.  I about bitch slapped a group of girls that felt the one and ONLY bar in the place was where they should stand and chat it up.  Get your drinks and MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.  Fuck…you know?!  The 3 of us start noticing the VIP tables through out the club.  We had reservations for Spago the following night…we start thinking, who cares about food??! We’d MUCH rather have a kick ass time at the club.  So we made an executive decision to trade Spago for VIP service.  We talk with the manager and he immediately hooked us up. 

BEST. DECISION. EVER!!!!

(again remember, there was this steam/mist stuff the entire night, so some of the pictures seem a bit grainy/odd)

Next thing we know, we are swooped off to our very own private VIP area (Squee!!!), with booth, table, dancing area…..AND personal bouncer and cocktail waitress.  We were given center stage spots practically in the middle of the dance floor.

Here we are sitting in our swanky spot, super happy that we have a place to occasionally sit down our own special place. *GRINS*
(psst…notice the goof behind us?  *snort*)

Sis decided to show John (the manager at Rok Vegas) her uh, appreciation for totally hooking us up.  Notice Lam, our bouncer, ‘over seeing’ the situation.  *LOL* 
What is missing is the pic I took that didn’t came out where she was pulling John by his tie!  ROFL!  Too, TOO funny…..

 
***Oh side note.  John approached me at one point and told me a bit of a dilema he was in…. Normally men reserve these areas and he will pull aside hot females to invite inside their reserved section for them.  He wasn’t really sure what to do for us GIRLS.  *snicker*  Hello….you see hot ladies???  Send ‘em our way!  Bwahaha…..  Actually it worked out quite well.  We made some cool friends that night and had no problem finding fun people to party with.

We *heart* Lam….
He was awesome to us.  Not only did he keep people out of our section, but he let them in when we convinced him it was ok asked him to.  He took a TON of our pictures and kept us safe.  He was freakin’ *AWESOME*! 

And…..our fabulously smokin’ hot waitress.  She made our shots and margaritas directly at our table and took trips to the bar for us for any other needs (BEER, lol) so that we never had to leave our little swanky area unless we wanted to.  She rocked!
(BUT for the life of ALL of us, no one can remember her name?!!? W…T…F?!?!  It’s been seriously bugging me for a fucking week now…GRRRR!)

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Super stars….hehe……..

Showing off our fabulous shoes….Betsey Johnson rocks.

Shots anyone? (smokin hot girl anyone?)

Our cool little table

Ahhh…..The PATRON…  Me and Patron have a love affair going on. Mmmmm…..

Cheers!

Fun friends…..

I know you want me, want me
You know I want cha, want cha,
One two three four

*giggle*

I freakin’ LOVE this shot of my sis and I.

Ok, her feet hurt. Roxy ditches the shoes.

See?  Barefoot.

Again, thank goodness for Lam, he took so many of our fabulous pictures.  Memories were captured bc he was there for us.
Strike a pose!

Totally adorable Marine boys.  With Mardi Gras beads.  It was the beads people.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. ~wink~

Legs….and she knows how to use them…..

Girlies…..

The theme of that night.

What happens at 5am in Vegas?  Clubs close down.  *ahem*  Yeah…we totally closed the club down.  See what Vegas and Patron does to us?!  Hehe….  So what do we do?  We hit another club that hasn’t closed down yet!  Duh!

Hmm…Marine boys were invited to come along. 


[insert many pictures you will later find on the TFT site]

Well, so….  We tuck sis in at 6am (remember those super big margaritas with six shots of Patron that we got on Saturday….and she drank hers completely. on. her. own?! Um..yeah).  Roxy hits it at 7am.  And…Vixen makes it inside the room at *ahem* 9am. 

*wicked grin*

I was wired, jonsing something fierce for water (that for whatever reason we were stupid enough to run ran out of…..GAH!!!!!  I seriously would have paid $15 for a bottle of water at that point) and became Chatty Cathy (as my sister called me).  Finally, FINALLY fell asleep, aaaaand PC called. 
“Oh hi honey…yeah….what am I doing?  Uh, just going to bed.  Um, yes, I know…it’s….9 something. Uh-huh”
DOH!

Vegas you know…..  *snicker*

Sunday we slept. I think I made it downstairs for Starbucks at um, 1pm?  Yeah. It was like that.  My poor sister was THE most hung over that day.  I think Roxy and I were mainly just *TIRED*.  Or maybe my hang over just didn’t hit me until about 11pm Sunday.  We had fabulous plans like….going to a strip club.  We even heavily researched which one we’d hit.  The fabulous mall down the strip (you know we are shopping whores!).  What stories we would tell!  But no, no…after the way we all felt Sunday, it was a wash.  We went nowhere that day.  Ordered room service for sandwiches at some point in the day….with lots and lots of water.

The roller coaster we never made it too.  Damn!

NY NY lights…

Finally about 5? 6?  We decided we would join the land of the living and go have dinner at the posh Italian restaurant located downstairs inside the NY NY.  It was….disappointing.  *groan*  Honestly, the Minestrone soup (only vegan option on the menu) was fine.  But I know both Roxy and my sister weren’t super impressed with their meals.  Although STILL what we ordered that night, with drinks, was less than what those fucking appetizers came to at the Rain Forest Cafe.  *shaking head*

By Sunday night our feet were toast.  Two full nights (one of those including pulling an all nighter no less) of fabulous shoes left our feet wrecked.  Hung over and the thought of stuffing our feet in more fabuous shoes made us all literally *CRINGE*.  No….  We’re cool.  We decided to say fuck it go much more casual.

My feet are still recovering from spending all night Saturday dancing in my Bj’s.  *ouch*  Sacrifices, sacrifices though, we would all totally do it again in a heartbeat. 

We hit Coyote Ugly our last night.  They/we had an abundance of Jello Shots.
(and adorable Marine boy toy from the previous night…:::grins:::….hmmm…….)

The Coyotes were in rare form that night.  Bwtn calling out the London guy in his much-too-tight skinny jeans to the other dude in his argyl sweater vest that one of them literally made him take off….hahaha!!!!

Then there was this dude.  A total rocker dude that one of them insisted on putting ponytails on.  Bwahahaha!!!!

Ok, there was this chick who was dressed insanely Pin-Up girl hot.  Hot Hot Hot.

Coyotes….  The one in black, and then the other in peach were fucking *AWESOME*.  They put the others to shame they were *THAT* good. (again…how can I ever go to our Denver one and have a good time bc ours pale in such comparison to these girls?!?!)

Probably ideally, we would have had one more night.  To whoop it up a bit more.  As Sunday night wore on, I realized I was increasingly more hung over.  Roxy and Sis were feeling rough and really, you can’t BE at CU with out being called out to have fun. 

I did have a slight confrontation with a dude standing behind me.  And then another at the bar.  Apparently it was “I’m a stiff asshole” night…  *grumble grumble*  I have a long standing reputation for not taking shit at bars.  I’m so totally NOT a confrontational gal but fuck with me in a bar…um yeah, not gonna be down with that.

Not a one of us would change anything about our trip.  Yeah…we only made it two blocks from our hotel the entire time we were there.  Yeah…the food fucking sucked ass.  But we thoroughly enjoyed every. single. night we were there.  Pulling the all nighter Saturday was probably the most fun and memorable night I’ve had in years…… 

And the best of all was I stepped outside of my norm, no holding back.  No worries.  No cares.  (Permission for naughtiness does that to a gal ~grins~) We all had the most awesome experiences we could imagine.

Sadly, the best meal I had while there was the lettuce, onion and swiss cheese sandwich on Rye (you really can hardly call that a vegetarian sandwich, lol) that we had the very last day were were there.  We grabbed sandwiches from the NY deli inside our hotel.  The guy making the sandwiches had THE biggest crush on Roxy.  (hehe…)

Would we do it again?  In a fucking HEARTBEAT. 

Do I have stories to share involving adorable Marine boys?  ABSOLUTELY.  The question is…when?  ~wink~

~ xo

Vixen

So TFT made it up last night sometime near midnight.  I’m home.  And recovering.  Kind of  *LOL*  We had an absolutely FABULOUS time in a very appropriately named town…..Sin City.  ~wink~

I’m going to get my household and laundry under control.  Sort through my hundreds of pictures.  And get my head out of a beer and Tequila induced fog.  I think I’m *still* recuperating from the one night we closed down one of the clubs at 5am and then didn’t make it to bed until after 9 am.  I haven’t stayed up all night since I’m sure my early 20 raving days.  (doh!)

Once I’ve done that I’ll post a recap.  Fortunately for you guys, not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas (hehe….)  *MUAH!!!*

(it’s amazing we got as good of pictures as we did bc the club had this steam/fog stuff through out it all night, lol)

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

I love when he comes up, grabs me and kisses me.  So passionately my knees go weak.  The butterflies take over.  As if I am the most desirable thing on earth.  Time seems to stop.  At that moment.  Bc I have become his only focus….his everything.  *flutter*

(vi.sualize.us)

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(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

Would you rather…..  I guess this did so well last week that Prof Fate brought it back.  Sweet!

1. Have eyes that always smile or a voice that makes people calm?
Um…  Voice that makes people calm. I would LOVE to use that on my daughter when she’s in her hormonal freak out mode. OR when my kiddos are killing each other.
 *rolling eyes*

2. Have an affair and your partner catches you or your partner have an affair and you catch him/her?
Both sound like they would send my anxiety through the fucking roof.  Gah!  But I guess I’ll go with catching HIM have an affair.  That sounds painful and awful but would be better on my anxiety level in the long run. 

3. Have better sex or more money?
Not saying the sex isn’t over the top awesome….  But.  Better sex sounds fun to me.  Money can only really get you so far.

4. Be able to read everyone’s mind all the time or always know the future?
Eww. I do NOT want to read people’s minds.  Honestly, I think that sounds awful.  I’m not terribly excited to have knowledge of the future either, but I’ll choose that.  Hey!  Alice Cullen from Twilight/New Moon could see the future and she seemed to do ok with that.

5. Your partner have sex with someone else or fall in love with someone else?
Sex.  I’ll always take sex (I mean of course I will *SNORT*, but I mean, I would always choose HIM having sex over my other choice).  I mean…sex is sex (for most people- not for me…..or for PC…but….  *LOL*).  Falling *in LOVE* with someone? Heart breaking.

Bonus (as in optional): What one thing, big or small, would you change in your life if granted one wish by a lamp-bound genie?
I say this all the time.  My house.
Why?
Our house is….well, old.  It’s leaky, sinking and falling apart.  Seriously, things are dillapitating as I write this.  It wasn’t in great shape when we bought it 9years ago, with the intention of bulldozing it SOON.  But now?  It’s past that point.  My ultimate dream would be to build a new house.  My Barbie Dream House. 
*wistful sigh*

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Would you rather…..

1.A relaxing vacation or an adventurous trip?
Relaxing vacation thankyouverymuch.  BTDT with the adventurous crap.  I’m over it.  Give me sunshine, a cocktail and a beach/pool.  Unless going to Hedonism is considered ‘adventurous’, then yes, I’m totally on board.

2. Get a perfect nights sleep or have amazing sex?
I’d like to say amazing sex.  Bc fuck, who can pass up AMAZING SEX.  But I know there have been times that I’m just. so. fucking. tired.  And sex is on the table and I have to pass it up.  Course what if I was guaranteed amazing sex?!  *LOL*  Although, I honestly can’t remember the last ‘perfects night sleep’ I had.  So yeah.  Still gonna say yes to the amazing sex.

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3. Be intimate with the lights on or off?
Off please.  Darkness is a huge turn on and makes inhibitions become non-existent.

4. Your S/O be a terrible kisser who could always make you orgasm or an amazing kisser who could never make you orgasm?
I can make myself orgasm, but I sure as hell can’t kiss myself.  I’d so much rather my S/O be an amazing kisser.  HUUUUUUUUUGE fan of kissing.  *swoon*

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5. Date someone much younger or much older than you?
This is tough considering the age I am.  ‘Much’ older than me puts them in my dad’s age bracket.  LMAO!  So I guess I’ll go with much younger.

Bonus (as in optional):  Which reality show would you be good at?  Why?
I was once voted most likely to do well on Survivor out of all our friends, by a group of friends.  Which is quite funny considering if I didn’t waste away from not being able to eat anything bc of all my food issues, I’m sure I’d be kicked off bc I’d fail all the food challenges.  *snort*
Anyone remember Paradise Hotel or Forever Eden?  Yeah. I choose one of THOSE reality show.  Flirting and being coy to remain in the game….  Hell yeah.  Hehe….. ~wink~

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