I recently discovered this interesting site with what appears to be truth or dare style questions to use in a group, or as writing prompts (which is what I did, since I have no real life friends).
Prepare to learn a lot more about me than you probably bargained for, LOL!
Warning: the following content is of an explicit nature.
I am not sure that I’ve ever fallen in love at the first sight of someone, but it certainly tends to happen rather fast. I’d say in the span of a single night has been fairly common, if the interactions are right.
Unfortunately, love is deeper than what the eye finds appealing. So no, I don’t really believe you can fall into true love the first time you lay eyes on a person.
This answer is obviously based only on my own experiences, so your mileage may vary.
I prefer threesomes with someone I am familiar with and another guy who I’m less close to and don’t know as well.
Or two total strangers, that’s good too.
Basically, as long as there are multiple dicks involved and I’m the only female to keep them busy, I’m pretty much happy.
The answer to this is overly complicated.
Originally, I would have said no. I’m not the type of person who puts weight into traditions or ceremonies, quite honestly.
What matters to me is the relationship I have with someone and marriage really doesn’t add any strength to that by itself.
Then I dated Kevin for on and off for a few years beginning around the time I had just turned eighteen.
I suppose he was my first real romance of a grown-up kind.
He asked me to marry him. I said yes.
He asked me again later. I said yes again.
It never happened.
Clearly, he had some serious issues or just didn’t take marriage proposals very seriously I guess.
In either case, being young and stupid I decided it must mean something was wrong with me. I was somehow not good enough to marry, though I couldn’t really figure out what I was lacking.
Today I know better. I know it was his thing and not mine.
But unfortunately, that was enough to convince me that whoever I ended up with after him was going to have to marry me.
Just to prove something.
Just to confirm that I was good enough to marry.
Wouldn’t it figure that I ended up marrying the biggest jackass on the entire planet. I can’t stand him. I don’t even view him as human, that’s how bad it is.
I guess that serves me right for allowing my own belief system to be dictated by some retarded ass complex I picked up from an ex.
Needless to say, I’m separated from my “husband,” not that we ever really lived together or anything.
I would never get married again, let’s leave it at that.
In the back of a church parking lot.
I was on a long road trip and ran into snow on the freeway, so I had to pull over in Ashland, OR and stay put for a few.
It was late and nothing was fucking open and I had to pee and change my tampon.
I imagine God, if he exists, has forgiven me.
I used to grab my husband’s crotch as we walked down the street in broad daylight, just to see him blush and get all flustered.
Hopefully that answers the question.
I know I am in love when my thoughts throughout the day are all centered around a certain person and everything I get excited about is something I want them to be a part of, hopefully.
I know I am in love when someone’s happiness and well being becomes more important to me than my own.
Oh, a few likely candidates might be:
2) Deepthroat, face fucking
3) Fucking machines
My wildest sexual fantasy is probably either the one in which I get dropped into a prison yard full of sex-starved criminals who proceed to run a train on me or the one where I get pulled over by a hot cop and he radios over to a few of his buddies on duty and they all gangbang me instead of writing me a ticket.