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— James Deen on condoms (via heyepiphora)
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— Something about this is incredibly hot.
I like that I don’t know you. I like that I don’t know your body, or what you want. I like that you’ll take me for a challenge. I want that struggle. It turns me on to feel my heart skitter, my lungs hesitate. I like that you have larger hands than I’m used to; thick fingers for my throat, my anxious cunt. I haven’t been fierce in a while, no gnashing of teeth necessary. No struggle, no sneer, no hiss. No endurance. It excites my blood to think of flushing skin, writhing muscles. I’m not sure where we’ll go, but the more I think of it the more ready I feel.
Last August my sweetheart and I had what we have now taken to calling a speed bump in the road of our love. We broke up for almost two tragic tear soaked weeks.
When we finally talked about it, we came to the realization that we weren’t finished with each other yet. We still wanted to be in some kind of a relationship together, we just didn’t want it to look anything like the relationship we had just ended.After extended bouts of painfully honest talking, we emerged with a new game plan.
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Some of the tenets and guidelines my sweetheart and I have decided on are:
Want is a need.
Two blocks away is living together.
If you like it shaved, keep it shaved. If you pluck it, pluck it. If you like it hairy, then take care of it. Don’t slack on the personal maintenance. Even if you’ve been together for 20 years.
Make like every date is your first date. She’s put up with you for 20 years, the least you can do is bust out the moustache trimmer. Moustache trimmers, of course, are for much more than just moustaches.
Throw out any underwear that is stained, faded to a non-colour, full of holes or possessing elastic that is no longer interested in its work. Don’t argue, just do it. Yes, you do need that new matching bra and panty set or over priced pair of briefs with the newfangled piping. You do.
You probably need a new set of sheets, too. Think you can’t afford it? Even 800 thread count Egyptian cotton will still be cheaper than buying out her half of the Subaru and replacing all the CDs you forgot were hers if she leaves you for her yoga teacher. Think of the big picture. Think of your heart. Think of your boner.
The dog gets his own bed.
Relearn everything you thought you knew about knot tying. Google search two knotty boys. They will show you the ropes.
Foreplay is the new black. Do some research on pheromones, and when and how they are released, and the mental and physical effect of pheromones on arousal, and even love. Pheromones are secreted through the skin as a result of being touched. It’s scientific. Someone did a study. I even heard it on the CBC.
Kiss for a minimum of 10 seconds at least twice a day. No matter what is going on, or how late for work you are. Involve your tongues. Necking is not optional.
Think of something you have always wanted to try, and try it.[…]
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