I need to change Daffy but to what. I was thinking of who else I could relate to. I am finding a short list, especially for a site like this. Superheroes, spirit animals, symbols, I don’t have any good pictures of myself. Not like what I have seen here.  If I could find a picture of a hot mess, it would be perfect. LOL 

Maybe a question mark because I don’t know what I want anymore.  I have to think about it some more. 

ML

I am a little excited because I purchased a new shaver for the bikini area. It should be here in a few days. I mean basically it is just for me because… I don’t get any action. However I like the idea of being trim and not some type of black forest down there. 

I used to shave with a normal razor but basically after one day I would get a really bad itch you could not scratch. I tried a lot of products to stop the itch, baby lotion, baby oil, coco butter, even Vaseline. Finally I bought a product online that worked but since I had no one to “impress” so I stopped.

Now I want to be trim/neat for me, so I can feel sexy. I am too embarrassed to be waxed so this trimmer/electric razor should do the trick. Plus I got some crème that will help the “itch that cannot be scratched”. LOL

Also since I have to be the “mistress of my own domain”, I wanted to get some toys. However they cost a bit much and well I heard you should not use them. Everyone talks about “BOB” but I heard that you can get used to it and the real thing stops being …. “effective”? Like if you use Splendid too much, you can never go back to sugar.  Maybe it was Dr. Drew or Dan Savage who said it?

The holidays are coming and yes I should be happy. Getting together with family, catching up, etc, etc, nope fills me with dread. Maybe if they moved Thanksgiving to March or something. It should not be 30 days from Xmas. I was buying a bottle of Vodka one day. I think it was around Easter. I heard a person ask “Why people buy alcohol for holidays? “

 I had to speak up. I said “Sometime people need alcohol to deal with all that family in one space.”

Many around me agreed.

Family can push your buttons more than a boss, a best friend, or even the police because they know exactly where to push.  When I am around my family I pull an emotional wall down. I don’t bite to anything. I won’t allow myself to be pulled into the drama. I guess that makes me “no fun” but it keeps me mentally safe.

“Reggie should not borrow money from grandma right?” 

“Well I don’t know all the facts so I will leave that to them.” Exit stage right.

“Margo should end that relationship right?”

“Haven’t given it much thought.” Exit stage left. 

You survive one get together and they put another one month later. Someone should make an Xbox game out of it.

Thanksgiving is coming, hmm, that should be about 2 bottles of white wine and a bottle of Irish Crème for coffee. 

Hey does anyone believe in soul mates? How do you know when you found them? If people change every 7 years maybe your needs in a soul mate change. Maybe your needs in a partner change. I mean maybe you needed a hero when you were 25 but you learned to stand up for yourself so know you need a person to step aside and let you take the lead.

How about wanting someone to submit to but years later you want someone to submit to you or to treat you like an equal? Is your soul mate “forever” or  ”until”. Can a relationship handle the change?

Can you change the rules of a relationship and get away with it. I guess it depends on your partner and if they can deal. Think of a car, when you were young, all you needed was something to get you from here to there. Now you are older, you want more than reliability, you want some features and comfort. Is that the same for relationship?

Couples that make it to 50 years, maybe it’s just auto pilot and sticking with what you know. Is that way to leave the rest of your life?

ML

Money Money Money,

 Queue the “It’s a Hard Knock Life” music

I am running out of money. How hard can it be to find a part time job? OK maybe I need to apply to them but seriously there are not many options. I could flip burgers, um no. I could work a  cash register somewhere and listen to people question prices and use outdated coupons. Been there – Done that – gave the shirt to charity. Stock shelves, sure if I want to work at the butt crack at night for minimum wage? The guy I live with would have a problem with that. Not that he cares about the hours, he cares about the wage.

Maybe I should suck it up and go back to support. I mean, people do 20+ years in prison, I could do 5 – 10 years of IT Support right? Sanity is over rated.

ML

If you had to pick the woman for you, which would it be :

Lady A

I hate the world today

 You're so good to me

 I know but I can't change

 Tried to tell you

 But you look at me like maybe

 I'm an angel underneath

 Innocent and sweet

 Yesterday I cried

 Must have been relieved to see

 The softer side

 I can understand how you'd be so confused

 I don't envy you

 I'm a little bit of everything

Lady B

You'd like to think I'm just crazy

 When I say that you've changed

 I'm convinced I know the problem

 You don't love me the same

 You're just going through the motions

 And you're not being fair

 I've got my pride

 I will not cry

 Still I can't help but care.

I'm not your Superwoman

 I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down

 And think that everything's okay

Lady C

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

 Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt

 You say, "Why did you do it with him today?"

 And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy

 Hand me your Stella and fly

 By the time I'm out the door

 You tear me down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself

 Like I knew I would

 I told ya I was troubled

 You know that I'm no good

Lady D

 Well I ain't never

 Been the barbie doll type

 No I can't swig that sweet champagne

 I'd rather drink beer all night

 In a tavern or in a honky tonk

 I want a four wheel drive tailgate

 I've got posters on my wall of Skynrd, Kid and Straight

 Some people look down on me

 But I don't give a rip

Lady E

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood

 I know I could, always be good

 To one who'll watch over me

 Although he may not be the man some

 Girls think of as handsome

 To my heart he carries the key

 Won't you tell him please to put on some speed

 Follow my lead, oh, how I need

 Someone to watch over me


Just curious
M

My favorite positon is doggie or reverse cowgirl.  What I really like is having my neck/shoulder bitten while in the position.  I have no idea why. Just like there are people who like feet, being peed on or breathe play we all have our kinks. 

What have I tried? I was a sub for a while but either he was the wrong DOM or I was not a true sub.  If he had started simple I could have eased into it more. However he was full on DOM and I was scared to death. That got my warning bells going and I was turned off. I do like to please people and give pleasure; however I have limits and walls. I can’t tell if I misbehaved because I was defiant or scared. I do know I like to push boundaries and I don’t mind being punished.  Is that bad? Is that a sub?  Also.. I like being in charge once in a while. I like giving orders, doing the tying, the ordering and the tickling.  I don’t think a sub would do that.

What else have I tried, anal? Yes and not. I have used plugs but never been “taken” than way.  I have read about it a lot and with the right guy I would try.  Right guy equals “Bi-Guy” someone who has “given and received” I figure that person would be an expert on it. He would not be selfish at my expense.  I liked the plugs but if you are not going to do anything else, what is the point. I think they are still in my goody bag.

I lived near an Ambience and I would go in and just buy crap. I have handcuffs, whips, straps for tying, books, oils, clamps, candles, vibrators, masks, cock rings (rubber and metal), flavored condemns, outfits , didlos, cremes, and candy. The straps were a waste because we have a sled bed so I couldn’t use them if I wanted. I have one heck of a goody bag.  My husband thinks I am weird.  He tried the cock rings but does not like them.  Actually he does not like any toys he thinks they are a waste of money.  LOL they are not something you could sell at garage sale so my goody bag sits at the back of my closet. My only fear is that we both die and his parents are looking through our things and find it. What a shock that will be!

Speaking of a shock, I think I mentioned I had a bit of a porn video collection.  85% of it is BWWM, 10% is gay porn and 5% is just free crap the store threw in.  The gay was because I thought my husband might be bi and I wanted to see his reaction.  He was not impressed.  I need to get rid of all of it.  Any ideas beside EBay that is too slow.  You know Half Price book Store, well is there a store like that for porn cds?

OK this is too long I have to stop. Do I have more kinks? That is for me to know and you to not find out.

OK I mentioned I watch porn. Who doesn’t?

However I been trying to find something and I Can’t Find It?

I want an instructional.. Oops sorry a good instructional on how to give a Blowjob.

To be good it has to have 3 parts, beginners, intermediate and expert.

Beginners is like getting started going tips about good hand jobs and then making the transition.

What do to if your jaw gets tired or sore. What are the best oils to uses, favors and brands?

What to do if you don’t get a response after like 5 minutes. Do you give up? Do you turn on some porn? Do you ask what you are doing wrong? Is 5 minutes not enough?

That is a good beginner’s video

Next Intermediate, would be to switch it up. Going fast and slow or deep throating. How does a person deep throat without gagging or making choking sounds.  Are there any special trips or tricks to drive the guy wild? What is just for show on porn and what actually works? Can you ever use your teeth, or if a guy is close to coming how to make him stop without losing the erections

Expert – Damn I have no idea.  What to do if a guy wants to grab your head.  How to get out of swallowing if you don’t want?  How to not throw up, if you do swallow a load.  Maybe learn how to handle more than one guy at a time. 

Yes, I stress out over things that should be natural and just for fun. I just like to know I am doing it right.

Think of it like this, if a guy is not responding, how do you know it’s him and not something your are doing wrong. It could be a big hit on self-esteem.

If there are any women reading this, I would like some advice.  Hmm guys feel free to comment but be nice or I will block you.

OK cards on the table. I am black, brown eyes, dark brown hair, and natural breast. I had two kids so I gained some weight over the years.  Sorry we can’t all be Kim K.  My husband is tall, white, grey eyes, dirty blonde hair.  (Stop drooling, he is a major nerd) Anyway, here is my question. I came in on my husband and he was watching porn. OK hey I want porn I can live with it. However, he was watching to “get in the mood” and he was watching the opposite of me, blondes, blue eyes fake boobs and skinny as … well skinny.  When I watch porn I watch interracial couples like us, bwwm. I watch what I like or turns me on.

If I use the same logic, he does not want me. He wants Pam Anderson, (sorry for the old reference).  Things are bad for us in the bedroom already. Is this a sign his taste are changing. OK no I did not catch him one time. Almost every time, the same type of woman, should I be worried or just like give it a rest and relax.

Depression Saga

I was diagnosed with depression around the same time as I met my husband. Save the jokes for later.

Depression and I have been doing the same dances for 15 years later. I keep trying to leave the dance floor and it keeps pulling me back.

It’s a wicked thing because you never know if your feelings are your true feelings or if you are “depressed”.  Don’t want to meet up with your friends, are you tired or depressed. Don’t feel like eating, are you not hungry or depressed. Want some alcohol, are you relaxing or depressed. Want to hold someone’s head underwater until the bubbles stop, are you angry or depressed. Sigh. 

They have all these lovely pills you can take now to feel better, antidepressants to keep the Darkness at bay.  Pills, you are expected to take for the rest of your life. If you complain about having to rely on a pill every day to function you get a lecture about the diabetics on insulin or the COPD suffers on oxygen.  In comparison a small pill twice a day is not big sacrifice.  Well to the first 3 levels of my conscious it makes sense, but in the deeper levels, places so dark no light can penetrate, the message is rejected. The Darkness mumbles the pills are not needed and everything is as it should be. It sits, nagging somewhere deep down.  

Still, I pop a pill or two a day and I feel fine. Normal as I can with bouncy house of a brain. Until the day I forget, maybe I am running late or sick or didn’t get a refill.  I don’t panic cause I still feel good. In fact, while I am waiting for the refill, I miss even more doses and I am still good. The Darkness sees an opening, “You are cured, and you never have to take it again.” I think hey I don’t need them I can handle life like a normal person now. Too bad I can’t tell the Darkness starts to rise.

First I start to feel irritable, confused and disconnected a little, but hey that just means I need me time. Besides the Darkness reminds me how well I am doing without anti-depressants. I am not a screaming crying mess right. Next my energy starts to fade, after work I want more me time and to just lie down. Let someone else cook dinner for a change. The Darkness continues to creep up reminding me “It is OK you have lots of responsibilities it is OK to be mixed up”. However it also whispers that maybe if you were smarter and better organized this would not happenand you agree. 

Next there is a patch of time where everything goes wrong at once. I forget coupons for the grocery store trip. You forget to buy a birthday card for a relative. I yell at my kids for nothing. I get a stain on my favorite shirt, I get chewed out at work and now it seems like fate it out to get me. I wonder if I pissed off the Fickle Finger of Fate and the Darkness continues its ascent and tells me I did.

Then the sleepless nights start up. I get so tired but can’t sleep, the Darkness is showing me everything wrong in my life and it is all my fault I’m  too fat, too dumb, too ugly, a disappointment and I don’t have an argument back. Now all I want to do is lie in bed and hide. I can’t think about the good things because there are none, the Darkness shows me that night after night.  Also it tells me the pills won’t help anymore and why bother anyway.  

I start to think I am a waste of space. I imagine how life would be for others if I was never born.  My husband would have the perfect wife, a bigger house and have lots more money.  Their kids would be a lot smarter. My mother would have gotten a college degree instead of dropping out to have you. The money would have been there to send my brother to college all 4 years and he could have been something more. Every “could have” comes in my mind. 

 That is my depression saga.  I left out the part of not being able to take compliments because you don’t feel like they are true but that is depression with a heavy dose of low self-esteem.  Gosh I am so happy I got a clue and started my medication again

Warped and Damaged

You be the judge. Am I warped and damaged? If so could it be because of how I was raised. If so what should I do? Help me.

Auntie Sister – Until I was 30 I believe a woman was my aunt but was actually my half-sister. She was raised by my grandparents. I only met her a few times in my life. There is about a 20 year age gap. After my grandparents died I was supposed to switch gears and be “Oh happy day” I have a sister now, my life is complete. Seriously!

Married (Yes and No) – My father NEVER lived with us and as I kid I thought that was normal. He came over every night after work. He ate dinner, watched the news and left. Heck I never even asked where he went. Turns out daddy dear was already married and had a home with his wife. We were the side family. I guess he gave my mother money and stopped by to see where his money was going. He would come over on weekends too. Not that I cared, he was just “free child care” while my mother worked. Oh, I did see their marriage certificate. I guess to make someone happy they went to another state and got married, maybe for health insurance. Too bad he didn’t put her name on his life insurance policy it would have helped when he died.

Latch kid  - From the time I was 10, I had the latch key and was expected to get up get ready for school, go to school, come home and stay indoors until a parent showed up. Never allowed to  have friends in the house; never could  go to a friend’s house.  I got good at making my own worlds and television was my nanny and best friend.

Not a friend of Bill W. - Dear old dad may have had two wives but he had another love. The bottle, once again I thought it was normal for people to keep open bottles of Wild Irish Rose under their car seat. He would have a nip while the car started up. Hey, don’t worry he never drove over 35 … because he was too paranoid to be pulled over.  Not enough to stop drinking though even with his kid in the car. 

Where is Dad?  – I can’t be sure but I like to think from all the emotional, sociological, physical and sexual abuse that he is roasting in a special chamber in hell.  He never touched me that way but made hints on what good daughter do for their fathers. I told him good daughters tell their mother’s and teachers about everything their father’s ask for. Later my mother spoke to him about if he tried anything with me, she would kill him. He had a stroke and a heart attack and died soon after. I know it was smoking and drinking but I like to think I had a small hand in it. I like to think about him burning in hell. Sometimes I feel guilty because I am supposed to forgive the wrongs people have done to me… but never about that.

Mother Drama – Oh please don’t think mom’s a saint. She has a master’s degree in child manipulation and can hand out guilt with the best of them. If there is one think I learned from her is the world owes you nothing. Also that most people are full of shit and out for themselves Oh but she is your mother, a senior citizen and not in good health.  Age does not earn you compassion especially from the people you never showed it too. I treat her as she treated me as a responsibility.  I take care of my responsibilities but don’t look for more because I don’t have anything else.

If I am a bitter bitch, well look at my past and be the judge. Today my energy is raising my daughters’ completely differently from how I was raised. I or my husband attends every school event. They get hugs every day. I ask them about school and their friends. We celebrate their birthdays and remind them they are smart, clever and beautiful. I let them be kids and don’t try to make them grow up to fast.  We go on picnic, visit museums, and go on family vacations. I listen to them and talk to them, I ask their opinions.  Basically everything I didn’t get as a kid, I give them double. We have family night, board games or cards or flashlight hide and seek. Yes they are a little spoiled but I rather they have too much love and attend than not enough.

You be the judge. Am I warped and damaged? If so could it be because of how I was raised. If so what should I do? Help me.

The Wall

A long time ago I built a wall around my heart, I can tell you exactly what it looks like.

It has 6 sides and each side is made from different materials. One side is brick, stone, concrete, steel, diamond, and rubber.  The wall is 3 layers deep and each can rotate easily on its own. When they all move there is a great grinding noising and buffs of dusts from the stone and concrete. It is strong and can take a hit. The rubber and the steel is form offense to shoot back whatever negativity is sent at me.

I use it mostly as protection from the bullshit of in my  life. It is for people who want to argue about nothing, or like to aggravate or manipulate me. I don’t have time for that. Here is an example.

“My mother wants to rehash a situation over and over again. Nothing changes, her actions nor my opinion.

When her parents died, she and 5 other siblings were left with the family home. The kids who lived out of state said sale it and split the money. The ones in state wanted to keep it as a family get together house. My aunt moved in and made repairs, upgrades and paid the taxes on it. My mother insists that even though my aunt did the work and paid the taxes, everyone should get an equal share of that house if it is sol.   I  say the same thing every time. “Sure, after all of you and the others reimburse her for those entire repairs, improvements, and back taxes, then sell it, divide it 6 ways and there you go”.

 She just wants to argue for the sake of arguing and I don’t have time. My answer does not change except to say. “Have you spoken to your sister about it” Which she hasn’t, she wants to debate, wall comes down. I said my piece that is all.

The wall is not up all the time only when I know I have a battle ahead of me or when I am come across the unexpected assholes. Sometimes only one wall layer is needed and sometimes they are all needed. It depends on the situation.  All the walls go up when dealing with immediate family.

When I visit with friends and people I trust the walls are down. I can be myself and relax. I let me be me,dry humor and all. When I am at work one or two walls are up because I never know what to expect in customer support. Brick, stone and concrete are best.  They can take multiple hits for long periods of time and not fire back.  I need that in the workplace.

When I deal with difficult people I can’t avoid but don’t worry about repercussion I use rubber and steal.  It’s great because you through people’s word back at them. I guess I am in snake mode. You leave me allow I leave you alone. 

The Diamond works in the opposite direction. It helps me keep my mouth shut when I really want to let loose. It is to protect others.  I can be so mean sometimes and say things people are not ready to hear. All the negative hits the diamond wall and keeps it inside until I can get rid of it in a healthy way, like type it all out or hit a punching bag or go for a long walk.

All that being said the wall has a flaw. On each wall on each side there is a missing or open slot. It’s like the Death Star.  If there was a situation where all the slots were lined up in a row and a shot was fired I think I could be made defenseless Leave it to me to give my own wall a destruction scenario. Somehow I think that would be the bad scenario for everyone within a 10 meter radius of me including myself.

I love Daffy Duck.
He is my favorite character.  Daffy puts up with a lot and I mean a lot of crap and he keeps coming back. I think that is how we all live, we get knocked down by enemies, friends, strangers, loved one but if we are tough, we get right back up. And if we are really tough we give some of it right back.

I like Daffy because he is a fighter. He is stubborn, selfish and arrogant.  He does not apologize for his actions and looks out for number #1. Yes he is not perfect by a long shot. On the hand, he is loyal to Bugs and Porky, he will stand up to them or for them when needed. He does not get stressed out, when the work gets to be too much he “freaks out” then he is fine.  He follows his own path. Yet a fighter, maybe he fights for the wrong reasons, he selfish and arrogant but who is perfect.

How does this apply to me? Well hell I am no saint by a long shot. I rather beg for forgiveness than ask for permission any day of the week and twice on Sunday. I’m stubborn.  My memory is long and I can hold a grudge tighter than a dog holds a bone.

 However I got a soft side,  I want to make people laugh; I like to put people at ease. I am loyal to the core to my friends but there are very few people I call friend. The only way I think I am different is I like to think before I act. Daffy goes all in. But still I love him.

ML

I asked a question once.  What would it be like to date an alpha male?

I got interesting responses none were positive. You know the type, men that like to be in control and not questioned. Sometimes they have high profile jobs, police, fireman, military, lawyers, upper management, sales, etc. They work hard and play hard. The tough guys playing basketball, football, white water rafting, hunting, they look good and they know it.  He knows who he is ant not changing for anyone. When they met a woman they want, they put their cards on the table. You might be a one night stand, an fuck buddy or even become a girlfriend. Just remember who is in charge. Lots of women swoon because they like that macho stuff and they like giving up control for a while.  It’s nice to have someone else make the decisions or take the lead or have your back.

The problem is that it gets old. Yes, a woman likes a man to take the lead but not all the damn time about everything. A woman should not have to ask permission to get a haircut or be worried he will freak if you stay out late with the girls.  Also a guy should not be in charge of who his girlfriend can go out with all the damn time.  “Are you wearing dress?  I don’t want guys staring at your ass.”

Yeah Alpha men are a phase women go through. The 50 Shades of Gray Phase.  The attention is terrific, the sex is out of this world and the intimacy is wonderful until his boys or work calls. If the woman is smart she will remember that she can’t change him and get to packing. However a lot of women think love can change everything. 

Alpha men are like trips to Las Vegas. Great place to lay your head but can’t stay there forever.

ML

Can Black be a favorite color?
Is black a color in the first place. I thought it was the absence of light. Anyway I have never had a true favorite color.  Push comes to shove I would be left with black.  Yes, I know there is a rainbow of colors; yellow and orange are just too bright.  Red can be sexy but it could mean anger, blue and green I can appreciate but would they don’t inspire me. Brown, geez I have nothing again brown but it is a little boring depending on the shade.  Would a brown car on a dealership lot catch your eye, I rest my case.

Black has a bad rap, Black Friday, Black Death, Black Sabbath. It is connected to witches and demons and everything scary in the night.  I see it as sleek, polished and mysterious, black car, black jackets, black nail polish and the black crayon in the pack is the most used and often lost.  It wakes up accent colors by the drastic comparison so I that is why black in my top choice.  

ML

What interests me?

Wow. I don’t really have a lot of “hobbies” but I like trying new things.  I will try almost anything once. In the past I have tried, fishing, geocaching, knitting, jigsaw puzzles, wearing wigs, and trying to write short stories. Some I took to, some I didn’t but I am glad I tried.    

I did go to a renaissance fair this summer and I had a great time. I loved how all the people were dressed up and people were drinking ale out of flask, eating ice cold pickles and turkey legs. They had pirates, fairies, mermaids, travelers and princesses and a few steampunk.  I would love to go back again.  Also I had my one and only tarot card reading. The woman was dead on about few things. The most important being I need to calm myself to get to the place I was before. The place I want to go back to. It was strange but comforting at the same time.  I would recommend it for anyone to try at least once.

My shows, alright I admit it, I am a big Dr. Who fan and yes #10 was my favorite.  However when I started watching Dr. Who, I started with #3 and I heard that whoever your first doctor is will always be the one you would want to travel with. Which is true, even he was the one that was stuck on earth for most of the time.

Let’s see Supernatural. I would love to make a Sam and Dean sandwich.  Sherlock, again I would love to make a Sherlock and Watson sandwich.  I like Dominion and yes a Michael and Gabriel sandwich. Do I see a trend? LOL I am a big fan of reality shows but some are long gone like Solitary and the police recruit show that appeared on the now defunct Fox Reality channel.  I loved Big Brother Australia never watched the US one.

I like the outdoors but I swear I have sweet blood. The mosquitos come after me like crazy. I have to bath in bug spray and I don’t wear shorts for walks in the woods.  I rather burn.  Fall is my favorite season but too soon the long winters come, so  I don’t get excited when the leaves change color.

ML

 “ I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.”

Can you guess what that is from?

Anyway, I came back with a brighter light to guide my way and a few rules to follow.

1. Stay out of the chat rooms.

2. No pictures 

3. Don’t be curious

4. Remember what you came for. 

OK I think most of the cars have left the track for the night and I will be able to sleep.

Talk to you soon.

ML

(it is hard not to be curious, it comes natural to me.)

I like English, I can’t stand when you start a video and they are speaking  German,  French or Spanish. I guess the sub titles are OK but still annoying.

What I don’t like, I don’t like any type of casting couch porn, I don’t like straight to the action, give me a little story line of fun.  I hate creampies, you seen one, you seen them all. OK and I don’t like facial either. Let’s keep that stuff go in a condom or in the person.  Now while I don’t swallow, does not mean I don’t have anything against those who do. 

OK I take that back. I am sure all men and women know this. Cum comes in lots of different taste and consistencies.  Some guys have great tasting cum but most guys don’t.  I am not sure what causes that, the diet, how many times they cum, if they work out. Not sure but some taste better than others and I decided a long time ago not to take the chance anymore. One bad one is enough.

OK I do have my fetishes, believe it or not BDSM videos is not one of them. I rather read stories then watch videos. I think my imagination can do better than any dungeon video.  I like watching cash for sex videos but those are normally from Czech, so I can’t understand anything. Have you ever noticed how those girls are like just walking in the park or sitting at a bus stop a car pulls up and the next minute they are sucking cock. Seriously is it that easy over there, do we have hang ups they don’t? I wish I knew how much money they were dealing with too. 

What else do I like? Well gay sex is a given, I mean those guys are hot. I don’t care if it is a twink or a bear or anyone in between it all looks good.  I started watching lesbians because they eat pussy better than any man of course but you can tell when it is fake and they are just working for a paycheck.

Recently a weird one caught my eye.  There is breastfeeding porn where men are like sucking and feeding off woman. It looks so hot but you can only find Asian videos of that. I think it is sexy as hell and I can’t figure it out. Maybe it is because I miss intimacy and in a way that is a form of it. Not sure but I like to find some in the states with men and woman not just woman and woman.

OK that is a look into my strange side.

ML