<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQDQn0ycSp7ImA9WhFVGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726</id><updated>2013-08-18T10:52:53.399-07:00</updated><category term='pubic hair'/><category term='breasts'/><category term='poll. senses'/><category term='public'/><category term='sugasm'/><category term='news'/><category term='sperm'/><category term='how to'/><category term='Word of the Week'/><category term='seduction'/><category term='kissing'/><category term='ass'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='poll'/><category term='senses'/><category term='help'/><category term='FMIF'/><category term='lubes'/><category term='did you know....'/><category term='porn'/><category term='water'/><category term='role play'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='oral sex'/><category term='sports'/><category term='free stuff'/><category term='sexuality'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='birth control'/><category term='Dear Jezebel'/><category term='HNT'/><category term='Health'/><category term='ABC'/><category term='humor'/><category term='Kinky'/><category term='Fetish'/><category term='personal'/><category term='positions'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='anal'/><category term='penis'/><category term='erotica'/><category term='libido'/><category term='question'/><category term='masturbation'/><category term='Zodiac'/><category term='wtf?'/><category term='animal'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='therapy thursday'/><category term='environmentally friendly'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='prostitution'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='TMI Tuesday'/><category term='sexcapades'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Starfucker'/><category term='myths'/><category term='questions'/><title>Lust Puddle</title><subtitle type='html'>noun. 1) a condition of being weak in the knees and drooly when met by an object of lust. 2) resultant wetness left in one's underwear from being in such lust. 3) the juices left in one's bed after a prolonged sex session.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Lust Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930296355314738732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://cachens.corbis.com/CorbisImage/170/18/67/72/18677273/42-18677273.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YGQXo5eCp7ImA9WxVVF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-627124579804305967</id><published>2009-03-11T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:32:00.420-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-11T09:32:00.420-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><title>The Art of Flirting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXx7qSrf3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iAkVVXY9SUw/s1600-h/im-a-flirt.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311417342820581234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXx7qSrf3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iAkVVXY9SUw/s320/im-a-flirt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did some Google searches for flirting tips and found so much information! Some of it was total bullshit and some of it was really great advice! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;While flirting with someone for the first time, do not make any sexual advances. &lt;/em&gt;Or if you do keep them to a minimum. I tend to bring sex into any conversation, mostly in a very joking manner. But it at least puts the topic &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am most interested on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eye contact is very essential. It shows that you are confident about yourself. &lt;/em&gt;This is 100% critical! The truth is eye contact exudes confidence! It bleeds it. If you want someone while you're making your flirting quip, flash them your beautiful eyes and sly smile, maybe even with a slight giggle to go with it. I'm telling you this technique NEVER fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be dressed smartly and please be clean. No one likes shabby people, unless you want shabby people around you. &lt;/em&gt;Oh good lord. This is true, but really does it need to be said? When you're trying to land that hottie, depending on what you want him for (usually to fuck first and foremost, maybe relationship material later) the goal is to make him want you. Which means that you need to dress your best with only a hint of sexuality here and there. Especially at work, CA!!! I snagged the guy at my office by wearing the BEST professional yet sexy attire in my closet. Because I saw him multiple times a day it was imperative that he see me, and that the visual be something that he couldn't get enough of. Dress that shit up and take it out honey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile, it is essential to break the ice and make the atmosphere easy going. It also improves your face value if done the right way. &lt;/em&gt;Oooh, the right smile is the #1 tool in any professional flirts tool bag. It's a little bit sly and it lights up your eyes. It usually says something like "yeah, I know you want me". Keep in mind that the whole goal of flirting is to make the object of your desire want you. If you carry yourself like he's the one missing out, he'll want to know right fucking now what he's missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respect the other person. Do not force anyone to mingle with you and be aggressive. No one is obliged to you. &lt;/em&gt;Critical---ESPECIALLY at work! I'm pretty sure you can get fired for this. Watch for his signals and responses to your passes. If he's not picking up what you're putting down, exit the nearest stage you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make sure you sound genuine enough while flirting or else it will look artificial and you may end up making a fool of yourself. &lt;/em&gt;Use your own language. Meaning don't take my lines or anyone else's. Being true to yourself is what is most important here...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some tips for picking out the flirt professional:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have empowering beliefs about themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have the ability to form a rapport with almost anyone, can accommodate others while maintaining a sense of their themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are upbeat and positive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are in touch with and aware of their own sexual energy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up other people's signals and know when to take flirting to the next level and when to stop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun and have a child-like quality about them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you have it, if I missed something, chime on in.... :)&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/627124579804305967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=627124579804305967' title='76 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/627124579804305967?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/627124579804305967?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-of-flirting.html' title='The Art of Flirting...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXx7qSrf3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iAkVVXY9SUw/s72-c/im-a-flirt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>76</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEECQXw-cCp7ImA9WxVVF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-935069418325382464</id><published>2009-03-10T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:31:00.258-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-10T09:31:00.258-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title>TMI Tuesday #177</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXtCFqxjLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/t54V1Jujo_E/s1600-h/masturbation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311411955690474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXtCFqxjLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/t54V1Jujo_E/s320/masturbation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Are you pro-marriage? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, but I haven't always been. I used to be bitter :)&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl wildly in love and more so everyday, I can say that the biggest thing that pushes me to re-believe in marriage is the fact that I want to share everything with this man. There are moments when it is positively overwhelming. And for proper balance there are times when I need my space as well. But overall he compliments me in every way a person can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever invented or thought you invented a sexual position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes..well maybe not "invented" but certainly came across a position I had never experienced before. It goes a little like this.....I'm bent over the edge of the bed, or on my knees and he is behind me in almost classic doggystyle position. Except that instead of holding my hips he is holding my wrists for leverage. It's really quite amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you like to be tied up? Always or sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would like to be tied up. I have once or twice before but have been asking my boyfriend to do it for years and he has yet to do so. I also have an interest in playing with hot wax.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you consider online cybering adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hate this question because I don't have an answer. The truth is, cyber sex is not sex. I don't care what you want to say about it, it's not sex. Therefore a physically trust bond has not been broken. However, I do think that there is something very wrong, maybe emotionally disruptive, about sharing something that is supposed to be intimate and only shared with your partner when it's shared with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you prefer masturbation over real sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes yes. But only because I enjoy the pleasure of my own company and I discovered it late in life (I was 24). That said, there are times when I just want the quick orgasm and know that I can crash within 10 minutes of being done. Being the "pleaser" that I am, I am not one to take the O's without giving them if my boyfriend is here. So, on the nights he's at home, it's not uncommon for me to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you want sex more times a day than your partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, he wants it more then I do. I am happy with sex 2-3 times a week, he's happy 2-3 times a day, but happily takes the 2-3 times a week. We do alright ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you get offended when you partner openly flirts with others or are you okay with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am okay with it. I am very confident in my relationship and am not the least bit worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you think you're flirty by nature?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahhahahahahahhahahaha, what? really?? hahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahhahahaha I am what you may call a "natural". And yes it has gotten me in loads and loads of trouble. I figured out from a very young age how to get what I want and using my sexuality and "charm" is just one way to make that happen. I am the girl that despite the fact that I don't have an amazing body, have never had a hard time getting laid. As I have been told "there's always someone I can call". &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/935069418325382464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=935069418325382464' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/935069418325382464?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/935069418325382464?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmi-tuesday-177.html' title='TMI Tuesday #177'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXtCFqxjLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/t54V1Jujo_E/s72-c/masturbation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIFRXgyfCp7ImA9WxVVFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-7699944034536524866</id><published>2009-03-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:15:14.694-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-09T21:15:14.694-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Jezebel'/><title>Dirty Nasty Things!! HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXpGdGxsCI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eHIHTSNpHi4/s1600-h/bbm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407632654905378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXpGdGxsCI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eHIHTSNpHi4/s320/bbm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Jez, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have recently befriended a couple of guys at work who live together. May I pause to mention that one is an absolutely adorable black man that I want to do dirty nasty things with. The other has potential to be a really great friend in my eyes but I'm worried that he feels differently about the situation. I don't want to send the wrong signals to the friend but at the same time I want to make sure the the beautiful man knows I'm interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given off signals to the friend to let him know that I am not interested in him like that but I find myself spending time at their house often because I want to be around this beautiful man and I enjoying spending time with the friend. I don't want to come out and say "I'm not interested in you like that" because I don't want to hurt his feelings. So here's the deal... how do I make sure that the beautiful man knows that I want to fuck his brains out but also make sure that the friend knows that I just want to be friends and most importantly not hurt anyone in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-caffeine addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess you have yourself in. Or potentially have yourself in. Having gone through a "work experience" recently, my first advice is to be very careful. Hurt feelings need to be avoided by everyone; but mostly for you. Protect your own ass first, everyone else second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, carefully test the water with the beautiful man. If you get the feeling he's into it, push a little further. How far you put yourself out there is up to you and your comfort level. I have a hard time with boundaries when it comes to the object of my desire, but that's not always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the friend goes......you may have to just tell him straight up that you're "just not that into him". Whatever you do, you cannot use "work" as the reason not to fuck the friend. It'll just look bad when the beautiful man is pounding you down the hall from his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck CA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys out there-----if you're making the move and she's not into it, what's the best way for us to let you know this?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7699944034536524866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=7699944034536524866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/7699944034536524866?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/7699944034536524866?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/dirty-nasty-things-help.html' title='Dirty Nasty Things!! HELP!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SbXpGdGxsCI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eHIHTSNpHi4/s72-c/bbm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4GQH8zfip7ImA9WxVVEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-1927857673576725562</id><published>2009-03-02T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:05:21.186-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-02T23:05:21.186-08:00</app:edited><title>OI!!!</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a rough week peeps! I have deadlines for stuff at work and am plugging away at getting them completed. I should be back tomorrow, Wednesday at the latest!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1927857673576725562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=1927857673576725562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/1927857673576725562?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/1927857673576725562?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/oi.html' title='OI!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMEQn87cCp7ImA9WxVWFks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-1771004981539673916</id><published>2009-02-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:00:03.108-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-26T07:00:03.108-08:00</app:edited><title>Fuck Me It's Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaYyvfhsv0I/AAAAAAAAA44/Sxx1xcsFc3M/s1600-h/snowsexskilehrer_kalender_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306985002400792386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaYyvfhsv0I/AAAAAAAAA44/Sxx1xcsFc3M/s320/snowsexskilehrer_kalender_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Sex is like snow, you never know how many inches you're going to get or how long it will last”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well snow is in the forecast here again, I could be waking up this morning with inches on the ground and I gotta tell ya, I'm pretty sick of this shit weather. I am ready for the sun, especially since I am now a proud convertible owner. But it is what it is and I suppose technically it is still winter.....oi, when will the warm weather arrive???&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1771004981539673916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=1771004981539673916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/1771004981539673916?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/1771004981539673916?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-me-its-friday_26.html' title='Fuck Me It&apos;s Friday!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaYyvfhsv0I/AAAAAAAAA44/Sxx1xcsFc3M/s72-c/snowsexskilehrer_kalender_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYDRnc7eCp7ImA9WxVWFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-8397469771489812666</id><published>2009-02-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:46:17.900-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-25T21:46:17.900-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><title>Happy HNT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaYsiZm72UI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aRHVTspwUmI/s1600-h/CIMG9165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978180404074818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaYsiZm72UI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aRHVTspwUmI/s320/CIMG9165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaYn4oeSM_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/SPyVszNuZII/s1600-h/CIMG9266.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;pickles are green&lt;br /&gt;I love your legs&lt;br /&gt;and what's in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like your style&lt;br /&gt;I like your class&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;I like your ass!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8397469771489812666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=8397469771489812666' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8397469771489812666?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8397469771489812666?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-hnt_25.html' title='Happy HNT!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaYsiZm72UI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aRHVTspwUmI/s72-c/CIMG9165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYMSXg9cCp7ImA9WxVWFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-3807667093861432498</id><published>2009-02-23T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:43:08.668-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-23T21:43:08.668-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title>TMI Tuesday #175</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaOI5bVsCcI/AAAAAAAAA4g/H4ro8_bQ23I/s1600-h/nakedkissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306235306145221058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaOI5bVsCcI/AAAAAAAAA4g/H4ro8_bQ23I/s320/nakedkissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What do find is the most exciting part of a new sexual encounter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OOH the kissing! That will make or break it. If the guy is a horrible kisser then it's hard for me to get the juices running in the right direction. I also enjoy the anticipation of feeling him enter me. I wouldn't say it's an "exciting" part of it, but certainly anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you have "a most exciting part of a sexual encounter" with a usual partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes I do. I am a fan of kissing, but bigger then that I love love love being held while he enters me. I love the feeling of a man on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you just met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am as open as they want me to be basically. I have nothing to hide and will share just about anything. The only exceptions to this would be over-exposure to spending time with my daughter right out of the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you work with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depends on the person. My very good friend and I work together. My cubie is a total bitch though and I don't tell her anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How open and honest are you about your life with a casual acquaintance who lives in your neighborhood (or the parent a your child's friend or...)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eh, I'm pretty private in general. But if you really want to know something, I'll answer any question honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Define a "normal" as in "normal relationship" or "normal sex life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Normal is so subjective. Normal for me includes lots of communication and honesty. Sex life? eh, 2-3 times a week is good for me. I'm a simple sort of girl. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3807667093861432498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=3807667093861432498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3807667093861432498?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3807667093861432498?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tmi-tuesday-175.html' title='TMI Tuesday #175'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaOI5bVsCcI/AAAAAAAAA4g/H4ro8_bQ23I/s72-c/nakedkissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUCSX8-fSp7ImA9WxVWFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-6487429364260295190</id><published>2009-02-23T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:27:48.155-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-23T21:27:48.155-08:00</app:edited><title>Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaOFTC-ERUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/msagHzXvO7k/s1600-h/leathercouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306231348233782594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaOFTC-ERUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/msagHzXvO7k/s320/leathercouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is on the way to the Pacific NW!!! This weekend we had some really great weather and we took great advantage of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was a bit of a girls night. My good friend, my daughter and her friend all went out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my lover and I dropped the top on the Cabrio and drove to the park with our dogs. After going for a walk in the park we snuggled up and made out on the beach. Having our own good time (not being horribly inappropriate) a whole family came over and sat down literally 10ft from us. Here's the thing people: if there are hundreds of feet of beach, if not miles, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE and take your bratty space invading kids with you! I was mildly irritated by the fact that they insisted on sitting on top of us, but became full on pissed off when the little girl and her Dad decided they were going to lay a stick 2ft from my dog and see who could throw their rock over the stick the fastest. Then I was ready to kill people. So we packed up our things and left. Irritating, but we walked it off through the rest of the park and the wooded trail to get back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening we met a friend for some delicious dinner and Coraline 3D. Although a very unique film, really not a kids movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I woke up at my lovers home. After he awoke we snuggled on the leather couch and when he got up to pee I slipped out of my sweats in the sunlight. Upon his return he was surprised to see me laying there naked on the cold leather in the sun. Starting with my lips he kissed me all the way down my body, rubbing his hands all over me. The sun was heating the leather and our bodies as he entered me and we had juicy Sunday Sex all over the leather couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we dressed and went grocery shopping; prepping for the upcoming week. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6487429364260295190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=6487429364260295190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/6487429364260295190?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/6487429364260295190?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-wrap-up_23.html' title='Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SaOFTC-ERUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/msagHzXvO7k/s72-c/leathercouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8DQH0-eSp7ImA9WxVWEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-8726993486091892063</id><published>2009-02-20T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:27:51.351-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-20T09:27:51.351-08:00</app:edited><title>Fuck Me It's Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZ7oCNbs-rI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6zPVw8wBILI/s1600-h/calvinwagaon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304932535752260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZ7oCNbs-rI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6zPVw8wBILI/s320/calvinwagaon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.&lt;br /&gt;~Bill Watterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bill is the writer for the famous comic strip, &lt;em&gt;Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/em&gt; and although not a sex symbol, the man is funny. I like this quote because it is SO how I feel about the weekends. I try every weekend to only do what I want and not as much as I should. I spend M-F doing what I'm supposed to do. And on the weekend, this girl likes to play!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See you Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XOXO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jez&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8726993486091892063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=8726993486091892063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8726993486091892063?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8726993486091892063?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-me-its-friday_20.html' title='Fuck Me It&apos;s Friday!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZ7oCNbs-rI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6zPVw8wBILI/s72-c/calvinwagaon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0EEQ3k8eip7ImA9WxVWEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-5424906439345746657</id><published>2009-02-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:00:02.772-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-19T07:00:02.772-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><title>Happy HNT!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZzrHaIg0sI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Xua-8cmvhN0/s1600-h/CIMG9230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304372973642240706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZzrHaIg0sI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Xua-8cmvhN0/s320/CIMG9230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZzq2UY8XuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Gj-EkB8DyNk/s1600-h/CIMG9225.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you all want pics of my fun new car and I SWEAR they are coming....Just need to find a less populated place and some sun. As I live in the dark zone, I am waiting for the sun and some free time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-my-valentine-hnt.html"&gt;Don't forget about O's!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5424906439345746657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=5424906439345746657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/5424906439345746657?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/5424906439345746657?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-hnt_18.html' title='Happy HNT!! :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZzrHaIg0sI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Xua-8cmvhN0/s72-c/CIMG9230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkQBSX06cCp7ImA9WxVWEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-3473783336723147354</id><published>2009-02-18T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:12:38.318-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-18T21:12:38.318-08:00</app:edited><title>237 Reasons to Have Sex</title><content type='html'>I got this in my email today and thought I'd share it with you. Not that anyone in this crowd needs a reason to fuck, but if you do, here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by John M. Grohol, Psy.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who asked the question to begin with (as though you needed a reason!), but here is the full list of 237 reasons that people said why they have sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was ''in the heat of the moment.''&lt;br /&gt;2. It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;4. It just seemed like ''the thing to do.''&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone dared me.&lt;br /&gt;6. I desired emotional closeness "(i.e.," intimacy).&lt;br /&gt;7. I wanted to feel closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;8. I wanted to gain acceptance from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;9. It's "exciting," adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;10. I wanted to make up after a fight.&lt;br /&gt;11. I wanted to get rid of aggression.&lt;br /&gt;12. I was under the influence of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;13. I wanted to have something to tell my friends.&lt;br /&gt;14. I wanted to express my love for the person.&lt;br /&gt;15. I wanted to experience the physical pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;16. I wanted to show my affection to the person.&lt;br /&gt;17. I felt like I owed it to the person.&lt;br /&gt;18. I was attracted to the person.&lt;br /&gt;19. I was sexually aroused and wanted the release.&lt;br /&gt;20. My friends were having sex and I wanted to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;21. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;22. My partner kept insisting.&lt;br /&gt;23. The person was famous and I wanted to be able to say I had sex with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;24. I was physically forced to.&lt;br /&gt;25. I was verbally coerced into it.&lt;br /&gt;26. I wanted the person to love me.&lt;br /&gt;27. I wanted to have a child.&lt;br /&gt;28. I wanted to make someone else jealous.&lt;br /&gt;29. I wanted to have more sex than my friends.&lt;br /&gt;30. I was married and you're supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;31. I was tired of being a virgin.32. I was ''horny.''&lt;br /&gt;33. I wanted to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;34. I was feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;35. Everyone else was having sex.&lt;br /&gt;36. I wanted the attention.&lt;br /&gt;37. It was easier to ''go all the way'' than to stop.&lt;br /&gt;38. I wanted to ensure the relationship was ''committed.''&lt;br /&gt;39. I was competing with someone else to ''get the person.''&lt;br /&gt;40. I wanted to ''gain control'' of the person.&lt;br /&gt;41. I was curious about what the person was like in bed.&lt;br /&gt;42. I was curious about sex.&lt;br /&gt;43. I wanted to feel attractive.&lt;br /&gt;44. I wanted to please my partner.&lt;br /&gt;45. I wanted to display submission.&lt;br /&gt;46. I wanted to release anxiety/stress.&lt;br /&gt;47. I didn't know how to say ''no.''&lt;br /&gt;48. I felt like it was my duty.&lt;br /&gt;49. I wanted to end the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;50 My friends pressured me into it.&lt;br /&gt;51. I wanted the adventure/excitement.&lt;br /&gt;52. I wanted the experience.&lt;br /&gt;53. I felt obligated to.&lt;br /&gt;54. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;55. I wanted to get even with someone "(i.e.," get revenge).&lt;br /&gt;56. I wanted to be popular.&lt;br /&gt;57. It would get me gifts.&lt;br /&gt;58. I wanted to act out a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;59. I hadn't had sex for a while.&lt;br /&gt;60. The person was ''available.''&lt;br /&gt;61. I didn't want to ''lose'' the person.&lt;br /&gt;62. I thought it would help ''trap'' a new partner.&lt;br /&gt;63. I wanted to make someone else jealous.&lt;br /&gt;64. I felt sorry for the person.&lt;br /&gt;65. I wanted to feel powerful.&lt;br /&gt;66. I wanted to ''possess'' the person.&lt;br /&gt;67. I wanted to release tension.&lt;br /&gt;68. I wanted to feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;69. I was slumming.&lt;br /&gt;70. I felt rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;71. I wanted to intensify my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;72. It seemed like the natural next step.&lt;br /&gt;73. I wanted to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;74. I wanted to feel connected to the person.&lt;br /&gt;75. I wanted to feel young.&lt;br /&gt;76. I wanted to manipulate him/her into doing something for me.&lt;br /&gt;77. I wanted him/her to stop bugging me about sex.&lt;br /&gt;78. I wanted to hurt/humiliate the person.&lt;br /&gt;79. I wanted the person to feel good about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;80. I didn't want to disappoint the person.&lt;br /&gt;81. I was trying to ''get over'' an earlier person/relationship.&lt;br /&gt;82. I wanted to reaffirm my sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;83. I wanted to try out new sexual techniques or positions.&lt;br /&gt;84. I felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;85. My hormones were out of control.&lt;br /&gt;86. It was the only way my partner would spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;87. It became a habit.&lt;br /&gt;88. I wanted to keep my partner happy.&lt;br /&gt;89. I had no self-control.&lt;br /&gt;90. I wanted to communicate at a deeper level.&lt;br /&gt;91. I was afraid my partner would have an affair if I didn't have sex with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;92. I was curious about my sexual abilities.&lt;br /&gt;93. I wanted a ''spiritual'' experience.&lt;br /&gt;94. It was just part of the relationship ''routine''.&lt;br /&gt;95. I wanted to lose my inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;96. I got ''carried away.''&lt;br /&gt;97. I needed another ''notch on my belt.''&lt;br /&gt;98. The person demanded that I have sex with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;99. The opportunity presented itself.&lt;br /&gt;100. I wanted to see what it would be like to have sex while stoned "(e.g.," on marijuana or some other drug).&lt;br /&gt;101. It's considered ''taboo'' by society.&lt;br /&gt;102. I wanted to increase the number of sex partners I had experienced.&lt;br /&gt;103. The person was too ''hot'' (sexy) to resist.&lt;br /&gt;104. I thought it would relax me.&lt;br /&gt;105. I thought it would make me feel healthy.&lt;br /&gt;106. I wanted to experiment with new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;107. I wanted to see what it would be like to have sex with another person.&lt;br /&gt;108. I thought it would help me to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;109. I could brag to other people about my sexual experience.&lt;br /&gt;110. It would allow me to ''get sex out of my system'' so that I could focus on other things.&lt;br /&gt;111. I wanted to decrease my partner's desire to have sex with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;112. It would damage my reputation if I said ''no.''&lt;br /&gt;113. The person was too physically attractive to resist.&lt;br /&gt;114. I wanted to celebrate something.&lt;br /&gt;115. I was seduced.&lt;br /&gt;116. I wanted to make the person feel better about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;117. I wanted to increase the emotional bond by having sex.&lt;br /&gt;118. I wanted to see whether sex with a different partner would feel different or better.&lt;br /&gt;119. I was mad at my "partner," so I had sex with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;120. I wanted to fulfill a previous promise to my partner.&lt;br /&gt;121. It was expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;122. I wanted to keep my partner from straying.&lt;br /&gt;123. I wanted the pure pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;124. I wanted to dominate the other person.&lt;br /&gt;125. I wanted to make a conquest.&lt;br /&gt;126. I'm addicted to sex.&lt;br /&gt;127. It was a favor to someone.&lt;br /&gt;128. I wanted to be used or degraded.&lt;br /&gt;129. Someone offered me money to do it.&lt;br /&gt;130. I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;131. It seemed like good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;132. I was pressured into doing it.&lt;br /&gt;133. The person offered to give me drugs for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;134. I was frustrated and needed relief.&lt;br /&gt;135. It was a romantic setting.&lt;br /&gt;136. I felt insecure.&lt;br /&gt;137. My regular partner is "boring," so I had sex with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;138. I was on the ''rebound'' from another relationship.&lt;br /&gt;139. I wanted to boost my self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;140. I wanted to get my partner to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;141. Because of a bet.&lt;br /&gt;142. It was a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;143. I wanted to get a special favor from someone.&lt;br /&gt;144. I wanted to get back at my partner for having cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;145. I wanted to enhance my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;146. I wanted to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;147. I wanted to punish myself.&lt;br /&gt;148. I wanted to break up a rival's relationship by having sex with his/her partner.&lt;br /&gt;149. I wanted to stop my partners' nagging.&lt;br /&gt;150. I wanted to impress friends.&lt;br /&gt;151. I wanted to achieve an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;152. I wanted to brag to my friends about my conquests.&lt;br /&gt;153. I wanted to improve my sexual skills.&lt;br /&gt;154. I wanted to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;155. I wanted to get a raise.&lt;br /&gt;156. I wanted to get a promotion.&lt;br /&gt;157. I wanted to satisfy a compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;158. I wanted to make money.&lt;br /&gt;159. I wanted to keep my partner satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;160. I wanted to change the topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;161. I wanted to get out of doing something.&lt;br /&gt;162. I wanted to test my compatibility with a new partner.&lt;br /&gt;163. I wanted to get a partner to express love.&lt;br /&gt;164. I wanted to put the passion back into my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;165. I wanted to prevent a breakup.&lt;br /&gt;166. I wanted to become one with another person.&lt;br /&gt;167. I wanted to get a favor from someone.&lt;br /&gt;168. I wanted to breakup my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;169. I wanted to give someone else a sexually transmitted disease "(e.g.," "herpes," AIDS).&lt;br /&gt;170. I wanted to breakup another's relationship.&lt;br /&gt;171. I wanted to avoid hurting someone's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;172. I wanted to make myself feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;173. I wanted to get rid of a headache.&lt;br /&gt;174. I was afraid to say ''no'' due to the possibility of physical harm.&lt;br /&gt;175. I wanted to keep my partner from straying.&lt;br /&gt;176. I wanted to burn calories.&lt;br /&gt;177. I wanted to even the score with a cheating partner.&lt;br /&gt;178. I wanted to hurt an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;179. I wanted to feel older.&lt;br /&gt;180. I wanted to raise my self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;181. It was an initiation rite to a club or organization.&lt;br /&gt;182. I wanted to become more focused on work – sexual thoughts are distracting.&lt;br /&gt;183. I wanted to say ''I've missed you.''&lt;br /&gt;184. I wanted to celebrate a birthday or anniversary or special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;185. I wanted to say ''I'm sorry.''&lt;br /&gt;186. I wanted to return a favor.&lt;br /&gt;187. I wanted to say ''Thank you.''&lt;br /&gt;188. I wanted to welcome someone home.&lt;br /&gt;189. I wanted to say ''goodbye.''&lt;br /&gt;190. I wanted to defy my parents.&lt;br /&gt;191. I wanted to relieve menstrual cramps.&lt;br /&gt;192. I wanted to relieve ''blue balls.''&lt;br /&gt;193. I wanted to get the most out of life.&lt;br /&gt;194. I wanted to feel feminine.&lt;br /&gt;195. I wanted to feel masculine.&lt;br /&gt;196. I am a sex addict.&lt;br /&gt;197. I wanted to see what all the fuss is about.&lt;br /&gt;198. I thought it would boost my social status.&lt;br /&gt;199. The person had a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;200. The person's physical appearance turned me on.&lt;br /&gt;201. The person was a good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;202. Someone had told me that this person was good in bed.&lt;br /&gt;203. The person had beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;204. The person made me feel sexy.&lt;br /&gt;205. An erotic movie had turned me on.&lt;br /&gt;206. The person had taken me out for an expensive dinner.&lt;br /&gt;207. The person was a good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;208. The person had bought me jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;209. The person had a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;210. The person seemed self-confident.&lt;br /&gt;211. The person really desired me.&lt;br /&gt;212. The person was really desired by others.&lt;br /&gt;213. I wanted to gain access to that person's friend.&lt;br /&gt;214. I felt jealous.&lt;br /&gt;215. The person flattered me.&lt;br /&gt;216. I wanted to see if I could get the other person into bed.&lt;br /&gt;217. The person had a desirable body.&lt;br /&gt;218. I had not had sex in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;219. The person smelled nice.&lt;br /&gt;220. The person had an attractive face.&lt;br /&gt;221. I saw the person naked and could not resist.&lt;br /&gt;222. I was turned on by the sexual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;223. The person was intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;224. The person caressed me.&lt;br /&gt;225. The person wore revealing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;226. The person had too much to drink and I was able to take advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;227. I knew the person was usually ''out of my league.''&lt;br /&gt;228. The person was mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;229. I realized I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;230. I wanted to forget about my problems.&lt;br /&gt;231. I wanted to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;232. I wanted to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;233. I wanted my partner to notice me.&lt;br /&gt;234. I wanted to help my partner forget about their problems.&lt;br /&gt;235. I wanted to lift my partner's spirits.&lt;br /&gt;236. I wanted to submit to my partner.&lt;br /&gt;237. I wanted to make my partner feel powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list comes from a University of Texas study published August 2007 issue of the Archives of Sexual Behavior (&lt;a href="http://homepage.psy.utexas.edu/homepage/Group/BussLAB/pdffiles/why%20humans%20have%20sex%202007.pdf"&gt;Study PDF&lt;/a&gt;). It asked 400 students and volunteers why they had sex. Keep in mind, most of the subjects were college-age students.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3473783336723147354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=3473783336723147354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3473783336723147354?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3473783336723147354?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/237-reasons-to-have-sex.html' title='237 Reasons to Have Sex'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8EQXs6cCp7ImA9WxVXGEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-1032132233152478990</id><published>2009-02-17T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:00:00.518-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-17T07:00:00.518-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title>TMI Tuesday #174</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZpQWkXJEgI/AAAAAAAAA34/-_XwNvkk7RU/s1600-h/CIMG7073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303639859830264322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZpQWkXJEgI/AAAAAAAAA34/-_XwNvkk7RU/s320/CIMG7073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your favorite charity? Do you you give your time or just money to that charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a big fan of all charities for the most part. I am very liberal hearted and just want to help everyone, however the charities I give the most time and money too are about saving the environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Describe your bed. What side do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have a cast iron queen sized bed. Both the head and footboard have bar slats on them because this girl needs handles! I have a box spring, and a very nice mattress. On top of my mattress I have a Novofoam mattress topper, a mattress cover, then red flannel sheets, and my white down comforter. My bed is my palace, it needs to be comfy. Period. When my lover is here I sleep on the left side. When he isn't here I sleep diagonally across the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How important is a partners &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/health/090213-kissing-science.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kissing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being super important, I would say kissing is a 25. It is the one thing that I cannot live without. No girl can survive on meat alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever "taken advantage" of a person under the influence of alcohol? Have you ever been "taken advantage" of while under the influence of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Officially and with "questionable" permission, no on both accounts. I have however, loosened up my belt in a hurry under the influence. ;) I know, shocking I'm sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ever tried to replay the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1W6AGM-LxGY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;famous scene from From Here to Eternity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? How was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;well, sort of. In high school my then boyfriend and I went down to the beach in September and had sex. Before we go any further, let me remind you I live just outside of Seattle. It's usually pretty cold here in September. And you have to drive 3+ hours to get to a beach that even remotely looks like the one from that scene. The beach we were on is rocky, like river rocky (see above picture taken by moi last September) and I kept thinking "I'm going to slice something open on a barnacle!". That didn't happen and it was all over pretty quickly because we were rushing. I'm pretty scared to be down in the surf like that because I just think there are places sand shouldn't go.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus (as in optional): What kind of birth control do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pass-t-please.html"&gt;I have an IUD&lt;/a&gt; and I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!! I don't have to think about it but once ever 15 years. It's fairly cheap and it causes me no issues. Easy, easy, easy! Love it! Love it! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1032132233152478990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=1032132233152478990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/1032132233152478990?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/1032132233152478990?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tmi-tuesday-174.html' title='TMI Tuesday #174'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZpQWkXJEgI/AAAAAAAAA34/-_XwNvkk7RU/s72-c/CIMG7073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEBQnYzeSp7ImA9WxVXGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-4653815199882660256</id><published>2009-02-16T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:30:53.881-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-16T21:30:53.881-08:00</app:edited><title>Weekend Wrap Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303634452552414514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZpLb0ro9TI/AAAAAAAAA3w/cgA4OW17BjY/s320/Valentinewoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my weekend was everything I hoped it would be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I drove up and dropped some serious cash and bought my car!!! This is the first car I have ever purchased and it was a lot of work and so worth it!!!! I AM SO IN LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is not just my car. It's my license for freedom. Yes it gets me where I need to go, but on the days when I need to get away from life and hide from the world, I drop the top on my cutie car and drive out to the country and watch the clouds or the stars overhead. It helps me de-stress and stops me from losing my mind. Somehow clears my head and washes the stress away. The only other requirement is having a good playlist to go with it. And when I'm having a great day? My car just lifts me even higher! Today was just a plain any ol' day at work and at lunch (after a somewhat trying therapy session with my daughter) all the sudden I was ecstatic and having the time of my life. I haven't ever experienced that with anything else, except for maybe masturbation. There is something so liberating about the whole thing. It's not to say I don't love the people in my life; I do. It's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303634380218502770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZpLXnN5DnI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KyBvs1zJOJQ/s320/Valentineman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up and my lover and I traded cards and chocolates. From there we headed to the gym and I was full on prepared to kick his ass but he held is own pretty well. I have been working out almost daily for the past 6 weeks and wasn't sure he'd be able to hang, but he did great! Then we cruised home (topless), had some amazing sex, took a quick nap and met my friend for dinner and a movie. We decided to go see "He's Just Not That Into You". Yeah, I know, somewhat stereotypical, but it was fun. Cute movie and if you've read the book it's a nice reminder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I enjoyed sleeping in, having some morning sex and did some not fun house cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected I spent the weekend driving my cutie new convertible and having sex!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4653815199882660256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=4653815199882660256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/4653815199882660256?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/4653815199882660256?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-wrap-up_16.html' title='Weekend Wrap Up!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZpLb0ro9TI/AAAAAAAAA3w/cgA4OW17BjY/s72-c/Valentinewoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MHRX8-fyp7ImA9WxVXFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-3115033816751062275</id><published>2009-02-13T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:23:54.157-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-13T10:23:54.157-08:00</app:edited><title>Fuck Me It's Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZW6sBY37zI/AAAAAAAAA3g/zmOptIkGV44/s1600-h/hotdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302349401748401970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZW6sBY37zI/AAAAAAAAA3g/zmOptIkGV44/s320/hotdog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the IRS is fucking me and I'm not enjoying it in the least. My new car may be either impossible or a fucking miracle may occur. Think happy thoughts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, this is funny shit. Have a super weekend, see you Monday!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3115033816751062275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=3115033816751062275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3115033816751062275?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3115033816751062275?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-me-its-friday_13.html' title='Fuck Me It&apos;s Friday!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZW6sBY37zI/AAAAAAAAA3g/zmOptIkGV44/s72-c/hotdog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0ABQHY9fip7ImA9WxVXFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-4483541873931092159</id><published>2009-02-12T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:29:11.866-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-12T19:29:11.866-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><title>Happy HNT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZTnS47p5JI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KG2uBy0XqWw/s1600-h/CIMG5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302116973028172946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZTnS47p5JI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KG2uBy0XqWw/s320/CIMG5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator&lt;br /&gt;Anne Sexton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the affair is always death.&lt;br /&gt;She's my workshop. Slippery eye,&lt;br /&gt;out of the tribe of myself my breath&lt;br /&gt;finds you gone. I horrify&lt;br /&gt;those who stand by. I am fed.&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone, I marry the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger to finger, now she's mine.&lt;br /&gt;She's not too far. She's my encounter.&lt;br /&gt;I beat her like a bell. I recline&lt;br /&gt;in the bower where you used to mount her.&lt;br /&gt;You borrowed me on the flowered spread.&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone, I marry the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance this night, my love,&lt;br /&gt;that every single couple puts together&lt;br /&gt;with a joint overturning, beneath, above,&lt;br /&gt;the abundant two on sponge and feather,&lt;br /&gt;kneeling and pushing, head to head.&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone, I marry the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break out of my body this way,&lt;br /&gt;an annoying miracle. Could I&lt;br /&gt;put the dream market on display?&lt;br /&gt;I am spread out. I crucify.&lt;br /&gt;My little plum is what you said.&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone, I marry the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my black-eyed rival came.&lt;br /&gt;The lady of water, rising on the beach,&lt;br /&gt;a piano at her fingertips, shame&lt;br /&gt;on her lips and a flute's speech.&lt;br /&gt;And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone, I marry the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took you the way a women takes&lt;br /&gt;a bargain dress off the rack&lt;br /&gt;and I broke the way a stone breaks.&lt;br /&gt;I give back your books and fishing tack.&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper says that you are wed.&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone, I marry the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and girls are one tonight.&lt;br /&gt;They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.&lt;br /&gt;They take off shoes. They turn off the light.&lt;br /&gt;The glimmering creatures are full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;They are eating each other. They are overfed.&lt;br /&gt;At night, alone, I marry the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-have-to-go-thru-for-haircut.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget O's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4483541873931092159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=4483541873931092159' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/4483541873931092159?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/4483541873931092159?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-hnt_12.html' title='Happy HNT!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZTnS47p5JI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KG2uBy0XqWw/s72-c/CIMG5532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMCQXk8fyp7ImA9WxVXEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-5479958039532234990</id><published>2009-02-10T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:31:00.777-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-10T08:31:00.777-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title>TMI Tuesday #173</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZEzPMvzGdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/B5z0jEKzt6A/s1600-h/penis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301074572604545490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZEzPMvzGdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/B5z0jEKzt6A/s320/penis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What do you think is the un-sexiest part of the body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Elbow. Hands down. Mine are dry and I hate that. I constantly lotion them and sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn't. I will also agree with &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2009/02/tmi-tuesday-173-and-some-other-stuff.html"&gt;Osbasso &lt;/a&gt;and say the penis is probably the unsexiest part of the male body. And it's a bittersweet thing. I happily challenge ANYONE who wants to send me a photo to prove me wrong. Here's the bitter part: no not the taste, I love me a clean shaven hard cock to suck on. It just looks kind of weird. Idk...it's almost old and wrinkly looking? There is just something about it. Not to say the vagina is so perfect by any means, but there is something odd about the penis. The sweet part? oh the sweet part.....it's a penis! DUH!!!! And it brings me lots of really wonderful pleasurable things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Toilet paper: over, under, or what the hell are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OVER OVER OVER! This is VERY important. I can, will and have changed it in many bathrooms, public included because to do it any other way ruins my tinkle experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever called in sick to stay in bed with a sexual partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YES! And there should be a national "Stay and bed and fuck all day" holiday. OOH! Maybe I need to start that!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did your parents have a "birds &amp;amp; bees" talk with you? Id so, at what age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I was 8. They bought me a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Where-Did-Come-Peter-Mayle/dp/0818402539"&gt;"Where Did I Come From?" &lt;/a&gt;with the most embarrassing pictures of cartoons fucking I have ever seen. What's funny is this book is oddly accurate and I bought it for my daughter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is one thing a someone could do to you to rock your world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rock it how? With real rocks? &lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Engagement/Item.aspx?GroupSKU=GRP10014#f+0/0/0/0/4002/4002"&gt;Tiffanys.com. Go ahead click the link&lt;/a&gt;, its orgasmic! In bed? Crawl on top of me, hold me all the way around my body while kissing me and making love to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus (as in optional):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplemarriage.net/sex-from-good-to-great.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does sex mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As opposed to what qualifies as sex? I think sex can mean many many things. It can be just for pleasure. It can be selfish and just to make you feel better. It can be an ego boost. It can be a "favor" for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly what it means to me is a way to communicate carnally. I think there are few other emotions that are so raw as sex. This is of course assuming you have uninhibited sex, which for me, there is no other kind. If I'm going to take off my clothes, get sweaty and messy dammit the last thing I'm worried about is how big my ass is. However, I will admit there has been a time or two when I've had someone behind me and I have thought "Fuck I hope my ass isn't jiggling like jello" and a second later I'm thinking "oh lord I'm going to cum any second now!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong emotions are the only other times that I operate raw. As a woman who lives with my heart on my sleeve, 90% of the time my emotions are level. But if I'm going to be excited or angry, I'm going to do it in a HUGE way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jezebel&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5479958039532234990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=5479958039532234990' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/5479958039532234990?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/5479958039532234990?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tmi-tuesday-173.html' title='TMI Tuesday #173'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SZEzPMvzGdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/B5z0jEKzt6A/s72-c/penis.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cDSHg8cSp7ImA9WxVXEkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-8489244148679282103</id><published>2009-02-09T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:31:19.679-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-09T23:31:19.679-08:00</app:edited><title>Weekend Wrap Up!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Lovers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend, as predicted was splendiferous!!! Saturday I drove my baby. And had an out of body experiance about the whole situation!!!! It's a red, cherry red volkswagon cabrio convertible and it couldnt be better! The only, ONLY reason I didnt buy it was because I'm waiting on the fucking IRS to deposit my tax return. They say Friday. So with any luck (cross your fingers, pray, whatever you do for luck) and I'll be picking it up on Friday and crusing all over the Pacific NW all weekend long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I ran into this weekend was the amazment of car dealerships and the outragousness of salesmen. Seriously these people are the scum of the earth. The first lot I pulled into I wasnt sure the building was going to withstand the next rain. The owner/sales dude looked like he just rolled out of bed. He wasnt pushy, which was nice, but he was also unhelpful in all ways. He knew nothing about the car and it was falling apart all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy I ran into was as slimy as the come. And not in a good way. I literally wanted to hit this man at first sight. This doesnt happen often. I am a bitch, that part is very true, but generally speaking someone has to really fuck up for me to want to hit them at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the rest of my weekend relaxing neeeked in bed with my lover and occasionally running errands. Some of that neeked time created some yummy situations, and I'll be dishing details on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jezebel</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8489244148679282103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=8489244148679282103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8489244148679282103?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8489244148679282103?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-wrap-up_09.html' title='Weekend Wrap Up!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YCQHcycCp7ImA9WxVXEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-6458919174594748504</id><published>2009-02-06T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:59:21.998-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-09T22:59:21.998-08:00</app:edited><title>My Naughty List of Firsts.... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYztoeI8aSI/AAAAAAAAA3I/q2xY1EYzOwg/s1600-h/sully2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299872141049358626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYztoeI8aSI/AAAAAAAAA3I/q2xY1EYzOwg/s320/sully2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the rules to Jezebel's Naughty List of Firsts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please include a link to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lustpuddle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust Puddle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and  &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://sex-talking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sex Talk For Men&lt;/a&gt;. Isabella Snow worked very hard to create this meme, please make sure to link to her in your repost. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Please include as many juicy details in your answers as possible. However, I'd rather hear the truth then have you make something up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, are you ready for this? It's going to be good, leave me a comment and tell me your thoughts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First French kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was 13 and the whole thing was very weird. I was home babysitting at the time (my own siblings) and we were outside my apartment on the steps. The thing that was so odd was we werent even talking. Just sitting there. And then he leaned over and we started pecking at first and then his mouth was open and my mouth was open but &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;there was no tongue!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And I kept thinking "am I supposed to put my tongue in his mouth first?" Eventually I decided against it because I didn't want to be perceived as being slutty (Lo and behold as a 31 year old woman, I am the slutty friend and I embrace the title with open arms!). We just sat there with our lips touching and our mouths open for a few minutes. Then when it was over he just got up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later however (and with a different boy), I went to the movies to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103924/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captain Ron&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(of all things) and literally missed the whole movie. The theater went dark and this boys tongue was in my mouth and all over my neck for the whole movie. We didnt stop kissing, not even for a second for 2 hours. I remember leaving the theater and my lips being very swollen and numb. I dont think that has happened to me since and if it had, I'm sure I'd remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. First boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My first boyfriend was Adam, the boy with no tongue kissing. He was Polish, maybe in Poland they dont kiss with tongues? And his mother hated me and his cousin wanted me. It was all very dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. First type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My type is all over the place, then and now. But generally speaking I like a guy that cleans up nicely, maybe a little preppy but still has an edge. Not quite a frat dick but not quite a stoner either. That said, I'd do nasty, dirty things to Sully Erna from Godsmack in a fucking heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. First time you had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My first time was with my then long-term boyfriend, Tom N. He was a little ghetto to say the least and he thought he was total 'gangsta'. Which now, is pretty funny, but then it was hot. Oh how I have changed. Anyway we were at his house and his parents were in the living room. We'd been together for maybe 4 months. I know, so "long-term" hahahahaha....I think Shai was playing on the radio and I remember the very distinct smell of Cool Water Cologne. Both very hot back in the day. I remember being nervous but way to excited to care. He was very careful and once he was inside me; it was very amazing! Suddenly I know what all the fuss is about!!!! I had orgasm after orgasm and for many months after that was rarely seen outside of his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. First celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joey McIntyre from New Kids on the Block. I had posters all over my room completely covering every inch of my wall, all over my door and ceiling. And like many horny hormonal girls I had many a fantasy about our "life" together when I got to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. First sexual fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I was pretty young I used to fantasize a lot about kissing. Something about that always intrigues me. Maybe I just have very sensitive lips, but I adore kissing; cant get enough of it. As a teenager I started the sequence of fucking in the rain. To this day, I still have the same fantasy, only now it is a lot more detailed and involves two men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. First person you fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jason J from high school. I feel quick and hard for that boy. And sadly it went from the kind of love that is healthy to a very sick desperate sort of love. Suddenly I needed him to breathe. And it took me the better part of 5 years to really get over him and let it go. Love stinks. But only sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. First proper sex toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was 18 and very nervously went into my local sex shop. I'm sure the lady at the desk could tell I was nervous. I couldnt believe how expensive all this stuff was! Really??? $50 for a dildo?? Geezus! Trying to maximize my money, I bought a kit that included one hard dildo and a bunch of sleeves. I dont think it even had a motor. And the attachments were very stiff so you could use them with the dildo or on their own. Maybe there was a motor and it just didnt do anything for me. The one I loved the most was ribbed and in a big way. Eventually I wanted something better and when my then husband and I split I left it all with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. First porn video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmm, honestly I dont remember. Maybe I've seen too much porn. I remember looking at my uncles dirty magazines when I was probably 10 or so. But video? Hmm, maybe junior high....what I do remember is in Junior High watching it with a group of people and all of us pretending like we weren't horny. Even though none of us could take our eyes off the screen. Really I shouldve had more orgies in my youth dammit! Anyway, I remember the guys always cracking some stupid joke, what's that about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. First sexy lingerie item/sexy briefs owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My boyfriend in high school literally went into JC Penny's and stole a teddy for me. It was lacy in the front and in the back was mesh except the ass part was g-string. It was uncomfortable and I felt really dorky wearing it. It wasn't until I was in my mid-20's before I was comfortable in lingerie and by then I had already popped out a kid and destroyed my smooth flat tummy. C'est la Vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. First time giving oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was 15 and my boyfriend was 16. We were at my house and I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I was laying in his lap and suddenly it seemed like a good idea. He was very large and I remember thinking in my head that this was a lot of work! He was really great about guiding me and telling me what he liked and didn't like. I had already done lots of research (yes I'm a geek) about how to properly give head and knew to keep my teeth protected. Since then I have perfected my craft and this is probably one of my favorite bedtime activities as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. First time getting oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THIS I should remember. But I haven't a clue....Here's the thing about me and receiving oral. I like it a whole lot and it is a requirement for my regular sex life. Yet it's not my favorite thing and is the one of those things that I can enjoy but after a few O's I'm really done and ready to move on so I don't get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. First orgasm given by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;First time I had sex. And I loved it so much, I went back for more daily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. First one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In high school I had this huge crush on the school stud. And out of nowhere he took an interest in me. His parents were going to be out of town the following weekend and he wanted me to come over. We discussed what we were going to do through notes and a few phone conversations throughout the week that included A LOT of shit talking. Basically he and I both telling the other we were the best they'd ever had. The night of proof came and when I found him at the party he was getting stoned (see sometimes my type includes stoners). We hooked up in his room. There was no kissing and the whole time his stupid friends were outside taking pictures. How do I know this? Because I could see the flash. Fucking idiots. Anyway, while were getting down to it and he starts griding on me I say "are you in yet?". The fact that I have to ask this question is funny but the fact that the answer was "um, yes, I have been" was even funnier. Keep in mind I was in high school and only been with one other guy, a large guy, but only one. So I was in no means "loose". He came less then 5 minutes later and then proceeded to trash me the next day after I refused to fuck him again. Monday morning I let the school know he has no cock and from that day forward he became "Short Dick Len". Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. First dirty book/dirty mag read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Probably Playboy. And just like now I read all the articles and looked at all the pictures. I am a sex scavenger, need all the information and need it now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I tag.... &lt;a href="http://jsgotgame.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blue-eyedvixen.com/"&gt;Vixen,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://harogenki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harmony&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and per the rules of Ms. Isabella Snow....please check out &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://sex-talking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sex Talk For Men&lt;/a&gt;. I actually check this site out pretty often. There are some great questions and very helpful answers. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6458919174594748504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=6458919174594748504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/6458919174594748504?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/6458919174594748504?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-naughty-list-of-firsts.html' title='My Naughty List of Firsts.... :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYztoeI8aSI/AAAAAAAAA3I/q2xY1EYzOwg/s72-c/sully2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8FQHg9fyp7ImA9WxVQGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-7309953462638036217</id><published>2009-02-06T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:53:31.667-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-06T09:53:31.667-08:00</app:edited><title>Fuck Me It's Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYx4ZSXti5I/AAAAAAAAA3A/AwvMLBGAxIk/s1600-h/42-20954673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299743237331585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYx4ZSXti5I/AAAAAAAAA3A/AwvMLBGAxIk/s320/42-20954673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the convertible.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P. J. O'Rourke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm getting ready to buy myself a new car. Well new for me anyway, and ultimately the only car I have ever wanted. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cabrio&lt;/span&gt; and I'm totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; over it. I'm going this weekend to take a look and test drive a few in the area before making the plunge in a week or so when my tax return comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing this by myself is as important as having the car. And this car does something for me that is nothing short of desperate love. It gives me freedom and happiness and sets my soul a blaze. Really and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;, no exaggeration here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I'm off to make my own dreams come true! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Jezebel</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7309953462638036217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=7309953462638036217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/7309953462638036217?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/7309953462638036217?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-me-its-friday.html' title='Fuck Me It&apos;s Friday!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYx4ZSXti5I/AAAAAAAAA3A/AwvMLBGAxIk/s72-c/42-20954673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMNRH89eCp7ImA9WxVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-5480055464323862274</id><published>2009-02-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:54:55.160-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-04T23:54:55.160-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><title>Happy HNT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYqaD7feE0I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6FIMlbpuoC4/s1600-h/ACIMG1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299217303854781250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYqaD7feE0I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6FIMlbpuoC4/s320/ACIMG1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stepping into the hot water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wet against my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Protected by the bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouring a glass of red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candlelit bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparing for self pleasure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299217231549927778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYqZ_uIpkWI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/haFIZ4lXMOE/s320/ACIMG1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinking my vibrator in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hips thrust upwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delighted with ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath increases quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Approaching release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water flows over the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small moan escapes my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juices start to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I relax peacefully&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299217153681335666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYqZ7MDVJXI/AAAAAAAAA2I/AcLhZpMlqb0/s320/ACIMG1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness-abounds-hnt.html"&gt;dont forget about O's&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5480055464323862274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=5480055464323862274' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/5480055464323862274?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/5480055464323862274?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-hnt.html' title='Happy HNT!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYqaD7feE0I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6FIMlbpuoC4/s72-c/ACIMG1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMCQH87fip7ImA9WxVQF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-8620253810410295313</id><published>2009-02-04T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:11:01.106-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-04T09:11:01.106-08:00</app:edited><title>Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfcPEr-l1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/j5gsbm-9C7s/s1600-h/shadows4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298445638139025234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfcPEr-l1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/j5gsbm-9C7s/s320/shadows4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;....gasp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....pant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....slurp...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am laying on my back and it's arched so my body can meet his lips as they run down my body. The skin on my neck is freshly raw from his bite and red from sucking. I can feel the soreness of the muscles in my neck; and I yearn for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....gasp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's twilight outside and the sun is fading from my room, except for the last rays streaming through the mini blinds and streaking our bodies with light. His shoulders are are round, muscular and look smooth as silk in the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;....pant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is rocking with delight and desire. His lips are taunting my nipple, slowly brushing against it; demanding attention. Suddenly I feel the warm wetness of the inside of his mouth as he takes in my breast and begins licking and sucking on me. I can feel the heat of my body continue to rise as I start to moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...slurp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging now I need him inside me and he continues to make me wait. Sliding his mouth down between my legs and spreading my milky white thighs I hear my juices make a smacking sound as my lips part. God, I can't wait to take him in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....gasp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are running through his hair and he is gripping my ass as he sucks my clit to orgasm after wave of orgasm. Holding me down so as to control my writhing he does it again. It had been awhile since this task was performed and oh how I enjoyed every second of it. In a way that I never had before. I wanted it never to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn over" he tells me. And not wanting to disappoint him I comply. Knowing what is coming, how could I say no? My ass is tilted and facing him. I have a smirk on my face in anticipation of the event to occur. He reciprocates the smile as he slides into me and moans. Moans for all the time missed and all joys to be had at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...slurp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly at first he slides in and out of me all the while grasping my ass for dear life. I can hear his breathing increase with mine. I can hear him moaning carnally as if he were about to explode inside me. But I know better; he always makes me wait it out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;....gasp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking me over the edge I feel the juices leave my body in a wave of heat and sweat. "FUCK!" I scream, over and over again. "FUCK ME HARDER!" and he does. And then he stops. He always stops because he owns the art of the tease. I thought I had this one in the bag and was very, very, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly sliding in and out of me taking me straight to the edge of orgasm and he pauses. I am pleading with him for more and he pulls out all the way, sits there for a moment and slams into me. The force of a hurricane washes over me and I swear at that moment with a half a stroke I could come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...slurp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so slowly he pulls out again, waits, and slams into me one more time. Again I am begging for what seems like my life for this orgasm, and he still makes me wait. I can feel my hot canal filling with lubrication, eagerly awaiting his pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....gasp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dark outside now and all the light in the room is from the street light outside. The cars rushing by and again he slams into me. His hands, oh lord his hands, gripping my hips pulling me into him, scratching my back, in total control; and I love it. The sweat is beading up all over each of us and I reach back and grab his ass as he slowly starts to pull out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....pant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck me now until I tell you to stop" I tell him. He laughs and thrusts into me again. This time grabbing my shoulders and goes for it. Over and over. I can hear the sweat from our bodies slapping and the panting and the gasping for breath and the windows are fogging. And I am screaming out his name as he utters the sound of his own orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....slurp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....gasp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and then I wake up in my empty bed and wish I didn't have to go to work. Maybe my next dream will be with him in my mouth. One can only hope....&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8620253810410295313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=8620253810410295313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8620253810410295313?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/8620253810410295313?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfcPEr-l1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/j5gsbm-9C7s/s72-c/shadows4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ICQH84eSp7ImA9WxVQFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-862100497661107286</id><published>2009-02-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:46:01.131-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-03T08:46:01.131-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title>TMI Tuesday #172</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfR-8FCu5I/AAAAAAAAA14/N9wRiRgyUrE/s1600-h/laughingsex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434365834050450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfR-8FCu5I/AAAAAAAAA14/N9wRiRgyUrE/s320/laughingsex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When you sleep with someone, how much or how little contact do you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It depends on the type of sex you're having. Typically, I like a medium amount. I enjoy a lot of kissing, so long as it's not messy. Hot breathing in and out of each others mouths is very hot! I love the passion that ensues with the a man right on top of me. Not to say that means there is emotional connection or attachment, but the mixing of sweat and breathing is delicious! That said, I am also a huge fan of doggystyle. Probably my favorite position. I love, love, love, love to have my hips held and pulled. I also enjoy the occasional spanking and the orgasm from that position is to die for!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What do you think there is a appropriate amount of time for a divorce parent to date before introducing the kids to the "new" "special" person in their life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ooh, this is a difficult question. And I think it has more to do with where the relationship is going more then anything else. If you can establish the relationship is really that, a relationship, I think introductions after a few weeks is okay. But spending time together should be after a few months, maybe 3 or 4. The first time I had to really deal with this was this summer. And I introduced my daughter to my boy toy before he was even my boy toy. I just introduced him as my friend. She met him quite a few other occasions over the next few months, but there were only a handful of times they spent any time together. I kind of freaked out about 4 months in and put the kibosh on them being around each other at all. Maybe I knew then it wasn't going to work; or maybe I was afraid it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Which ONE do you wish you had more of in bed... romance, experimentation or foreplay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;um, none. And this is why: romance is like fucking, too much of a good thing and it's boring. Experimentation is like having sex for the first time, the first time you do it, it's awkward and wonky. Takes some getting used to. And foreplay? I'm probably the only woman that can take it or leave it. What I want more of is passion. I simply adore being thrust against a wall, or lifted over the couch. I do get this and frequently enough that I am not complaining, but I'd rather see that on the list then any of these other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What do you thinks makes a kiss great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anticipation. but bad breath will ruin it before it began even with the most anticipation in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Describe your sex life in two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;juicy. loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Do you remember a time when you were having sex that you smile or even laugh about now? Do tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha, I do. And it was the oddest thing but really funny. We were in doggystyle position and I was getting pretty close (yet again!) and I don't remember what I said, something, and the response was "um, could you shuttup now, I'm trying to fuck you." We both laughed for a minute, then went on about our business...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/862100497661107286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=862100497661107286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/862100497661107286?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/862100497661107286?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tmi-tuesday-172.html' title='TMI Tuesday #172'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfR-8FCu5I/AAAAAAAAA14/N9wRiRgyUrE/s72-c/laughingsex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYGQns7eSp7ImA9WxVQFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-241792666626912191</id><published>2009-02-02T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:42:03.501-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-02T20:42:03.501-08:00</app:edited><title>Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfLFCPpAKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/B6D4m0QC-2A/s1600-h/convertible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426773986934946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfLFCPpAKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/B6D4m0QC-2A/s320/convertible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of fun kinky adventures did you partake on this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my little sis' 25th birthday and I spent the whole evening feeling quite old. Not that I am really THAT much older, but enough to feel old surrounded by barbie dolls and sorority brats. I started my evening though with an enjoyable coffee with an old friend and some great conversation. I should mention this old friend is my second ex husband. Yes second. And we have been divorced now for almost 6 years. Somewhere between then and now we have found an odd friendship that is equally reminiscent as much as it is current. Both of us happy in other relationships but still able to remember the "good times" we had together. Currently his wife is super preggo and he ain't gettin' any. I feel sorry for him; but only for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night post birthday party and many drinks I came home initially hoping for some crazy sex but too tired and too drunk to barely carry myself in the door. Not sexy. Not even a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning however, was a whole different story!!! :) I had my sex and ate it too....quite an enjoyable way to wake up and get my day started. Rock hard cock sliding in between my legs rocking back and forth over and over......then gentle fingers slipping in and out till I completely juiced my sheets, leaving my own little lust puddle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we went to the dog park; which for me is like going to church. Nothing bad can happen there. The only thing that is difficult is my boyfriend is in the process of training his dog and that can be a little stressful at times. I greatly enjoy getting there and doing the loop; repeatedly. Then I can get some exercise at the same time. But that is the way it goes when puppy training; so I find some patience...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day Sunday sitting on my ass watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and dreaming of going to New York. I've never been there and I'd so love to go. It also made me a bit nostalgic for more "single time". I love my boyfriend more then many things in this life, but I love the freedom to do whatever I please, whenever and with whomever I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home last night and I watched "The Last Kiss" and remembered all the wonderful things of couplehood. Today, I still slightly miss my single days and really I think I am just yearning for freedom from many things. Do you ever have that moment when you just want to get in the car and drive? Grab the cutest shoes and favorite music, your dog and just hit the road? hmm, sometimes, I do. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/241792666626912191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=241792666626912191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/241792666626912191?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/241792666626912191?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYfLFCPpAKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/B6D4m0QC-2A/s72-c/convertible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEEQHo7fSp7ImA9WxVQEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678918457966078726.post-3986090776460837057</id><published>2009-01-28T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:00:01.405-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-01-28T05:00:01.405-08:00</app:edited><title>Yahoo! My Southern Sage Interview!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I asked for it....Here they are, Sage's best questions. It's really a good thing he doesn't know me better I couldve had a lot more difficult questions to answer. Thank you Sage for picking me and the luscious compliments. Next time (first time) I drive to the south by myself with a hot a chick, I'm hunting you down ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Jezebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you woke up tomorrow Grand Pooba of the US and could make any 2 laws and they be irreversible what would they be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I live in the great liberal NW.....so if you don't just go ahead and roll your eyes at me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law #1: Abortion to be safe, legal and available without parental consent to any woman who needs it at any stage of pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason is very simple: Women's health both, emotional and physical need to be protected at all times. I have been there for a dear friend making this very difficult choice and given all the information, there were no other options for her. I know many of you could attempt to argue the other side to this and if you really feel the need to do so; have at it.....on someone else's blog. No, I don't want to hear it. I love you all very much, but I swear to you I have heard every argument on the planet for Pro Life and I am not going to change my mind anymore then you are going to change yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Law #2: The right to marriage be given to all--yes I mean "gay" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really, if us breeders can suffer the institution so should anyone else of legal age. Aside from that slight jab at humor, it still holds lots of truth. My love for my partner isn't anymore "real" because I am a woman and he is a man. People just need to get the fuck over themselves for a half a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Describe your perfect lover, in detail please, be shallow, physical attributes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh this is an unfair question and I'll tell you why: my boyfriend occasionally reads this and as does my summer fling. But at the risk of being a total pussy....here you go...I believe it has been said a picture can say a thousand words....Fuck I wish I had a better photo and the time to hunt it down on Google, because I know it's out there just waiting for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296257800301693794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7AHJLi7vNrE/SYAWaJnfy2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/BaVsSz0vBcQ/s320/bradpitt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Describe for us you worst sexual experience, describe the partner, the situation etc, take your time, details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I slept with someone I regretted. He had a crush on me and I liked that he liked and wanted me. I have always suffered from (minor) low self-esteem and enjoyed the high. The whole time we were together I faked orgasm after orgasm just so he'd cum and I could go home. I had never done that before. I guess I slept with him to make me feel better and when I realized why I had done it; I felt horrible. I never told him. But I have forgiven myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. List your top 5 fave movies, songs and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh FINALLY a FUN question!! All of these answers are subject to change based on my mood, but generally they are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Movies:&lt;br /&gt;1. American Beauty--because who doesn't love Kevin Spacey pissed off and taking back his balls?&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet November--my birthday is in November, and the heroine's name is the same as mine and spelled correctly. That aside the fall is my favorite time of year and this movie has a very realistic ending to a very unrealistic plot line. I love the melancholy of the whole thing. I have a certain thirst for misery that I may never be truely rid of.&lt;br /&gt;3. When Harry Met Sally--this movie makes me laugh till I cry. No matter how many times I have seen it and I promise you it's well over 100. I know almost all of it by heart and quote it regularly. Also because in a sense, it tells my story.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fight Club--um, Brad Pitt, half naked in red leather pants. Nuff said. (but I also really enjoy the twist and the psychological mind fuck as well :))&lt;br /&gt;5. Beaches --every girl loves this movie but not every girl will fess up to it. It reminds me of all the rules of female friendship. And that no matter what happens; anyone that close to you as your friend will change you forever and is always a part of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. "I'll Be There For You" Bon Jovi--really anything this man has done is my #1 favorite. But this song has special significance for me in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;2. "Breaking the Habit" Linkin Park--again another band I can't get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;3. "Voodoo" Godsmack--puts me in just the right mood for some seriously hot, sticky, sex :)&lt;br /&gt;4. "Crash Into Me" Dave Matthews Band--again, really sets the sexy mood for me but also really lifts my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;5. "Earl" Dixie Chicks--I admit it loud and proud, I am a Chick fan. These girls are pissed off and have good reason to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Books:&lt;br /&gt;1. Harry Potter Series..it's just so hard to beat&lt;br /&gt;2. "Time Travelers Wife" Audrey Niffengger&lt;br /&gt;3. Twilight Series.....the movie sucked, but the books are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;4. "Kiss My Tiara" Susan Jane Gilman--every woman's bible :)&lt;br /&gt;5. "The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" Rebecca Wells---because we've all had fucked up childhoods to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your last HNT pic was friggin stunning, thats not part of the question I'm just sayin, lips are sexy to me, tell us, in detail your number one fantasy. In detail, take your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My number one fantasy has already been printed &lt;a href="http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmmm-rain.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;on this blog, but for your reference here is the &lt;a href="http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2008/02/custom-job-and-bonus.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. The first link goes to the first time I posted it and the second one is a revision of sorts. Basically I want to have a threesome in the hot summer rain with two amazing beautiful men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the rules if you want to participate in 5 Questions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Send me an email saying: "Interview Me" to &lt;a href="mailto:jezebelvontizzle@hotmail.com"&gt;jezebelvontizzle@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. You can then answer the questions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. You should also post these rules along with an offer to interview anyone else who emails you wanting to be interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyone who asks to be interviewed should be sent 5 questions to answer on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if the questions were individualized for each blogger.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3986090776460837057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678918457966078726&amp;postID=3986090776460837057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3986090776460837057?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678918457966078726/posts/default/3986090776460837057?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustpuddle.blogspot.com/2009/01/yahoo-my-southern-sage-interview.html' title='Yahoo! 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