IsabellaRose

Perverted nature

Or edit your original post and add a "no longer interested in this" all caps line at the top. :)

Guilty. They were my sister's go-to candy at the drive-in when we were younger (which I never understood... why pick Dots over the vastly superior Red Hots?) The next person has never been to a drive-in movie theater.

time freeze

insertion

cherry pie

Guilty! Twice! Also, I'll have to share my recipes! The next person has special recipes for just about everything!

bleached anus

broken heart

sealed records

tempting fate

forbidden desires

Guilty... probably. But never rule out a bubble bath after dinner with a book. Anything is possible. The next person skipped breakfast today.

elusive happiness

Electric Chair (I swear these things are made up, but apparently this is where the woman is ties the man to a chain, gets him aroused, then clamps two cables attached to a car battery to each nut and mounts his Frankenstein while he's having spasms and convulsions and proceeds to get electrocuted. What the fuck?! Why didn't I just type "edgeplay" like I originally thought of? No... I had to go looking for something new...)

love her

pay later

cumplay

ANAL

maybe, baby

not tonight

Not guilty. Guilty. Two or three, actually, depending on where I am. The "count to ten, deep breaths" thing works when I'm just upset. When I'm very angry, I have a punching bag hanging in my garage and I beat the ever-loving shit out of it until I'm too tired to be angry. Sometimes just visualization works - imagine myself someplace special, safe, comfortable. My go-to place is actually being stuck in my old car in a rainstorm where you can't see more than two feet outside the windows and the rain is hammering on the roof so loudly even the car stereo won't drown it out. It's like being in another world, and it's from a very specific memory of mine - in that car is my girlfriend, and we have never touched each other that way before, and we are soaked from running to the car, and we make eye contact and just... everything comes together so slowly, so sensually, so amazingly perfect, so private in such a public place, parked on the street, but no one can see us... sigh. It's just such a happy place. That night was just unbridled joy, and if I have time, quiet, and privacy, I can put myself right back there. I'd go back there and relive that moment forever, if I could. Ah, first times. The next person has a fond memory of a first time doing something.

come out

Fuck, to keep going and make happy Monday into tired Tuesday!

yank (I had a friend who said he had to go home for "a good yank" after watching a movie with several explicit sex scenes, so I assume it means masturbate... but all I could think was "dear lord, take it easy on that thing!")