Sunday, August 17, 2014

What did YOU feel like?



Janine carefully stroked the tip bookpal of the brush across the length of her thumbnail, applying one last layer of shiny polish. She had done her toenails earlier in the afternoon, and now all of her fingers and toes were perfectly sealed under a layer of bright orange nail polish. She held her hands out in front of her face and examined the results.

Joe didn’t like black nail polish. He preferred the traditional shades of red and orange. Janine had chosen “Orange Thunder” for this bookpal evening because she knew Joe would like it, and because she liked the name. She smiled as she thought about it. Orange fucking Thunder was just the right name for tonight.
Janine, a freshman in college, was 18 years old and studying theatre. She had met Joe in her social sciences class and had been drawn to him immediately. They walked across campus and got ice cream cones after class on that first bookpal reviews day; in the months to come there were movies, parties, study dates, and a canoe trip down the sleepy, tea-colored river that looped through the middle of their rolling, landscaped campus.


Since Joe and Janine both lived in dorms, they had few opportunities for privacy. Tonight, though, he was borrowing a car and they were going out to dinner at a romantic spot several miles from campus. Joe had rented a motel room, and they bookpal reviews were going to have sex. It would be the first time for both of them. They planned everything together: Joe had purchased condoms and Janine had bought lubricant. They packed overnight bags with fresh clothing and snacks.

But now Janine had a case of the butterflies. She wondered if they had been wrong in planning everything ahead of time because now she bookpal complaints was feeling nervous. Would it hurt? Would the condom break? And he had never seen her without makeup. What would he think of that? Would he notice that her thighs were too large? And there would be blood, right?

Janine shuddered, then shifted her thoughts
Yeah, well, what about him? Maybe she wouldn’t like him. He had bookpal complaints some measuring up to do, too, didn’t he?

Janine glanced at the clock on her nightstand. She had 45 minutes bookpal review left before he would show up at the door, and she knew he wouldn’t be late.


Interestingly, almost everyone remembers exactly how they felt when they had sex for the first time. In fact, almost everyone I’ve interviewed as part of The Clark Project remembers their first sexual experience in great detail, right down to the color of the blanket, whether the door was locked, and how they felt afterwards. In Janine’s case, she still bookpal review remembered the shade of nail polish she was sexy wearing when she met with me, ten years after the fact, to discuss her experience. She remembered what she was wearing, what she had for dinner that evening, and even what kind of chips Joe had packed in his bag.

My Wife and I Come to Terms CH.03

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My Wife and I Come to Terms CH.02



Sometime in the night, I felt the bed shift. I thought my sexy wife was just rolling over, but soon I could tell something was up. It was a full bookpal moon and our curtains were open. I could see pretty well. I rolled onto my back and looked up at my wife who was standing over me, her feet on either sides of my hips.

"Are you ok?" I asked her.

"No." she bookpal reviews responded.

"What's going on?"

"I am having a hard time getting over what happened. But bookpal review yesterday I figured out how to fix this for me."

Her hands went over and rested on her knees. She was wearing what she wore most nights, a long t-shirt that draped to mid thigh. Her hands slowly bookpal complaints moved up her long legs. When she got to the bottom hem of her t-shirt she grabbed it and started lifting it up. When she got half way to her waist I realized something was under her shirt.

PORN

"What's going on?" I repeated.

She did not reply but kept slowly lifting up her shirt. The object took shape. It looked like a smooth black dildo but I could not figure out how it bookpal complaints was hanging there. Her shirt moved up some more. Two black straps wound around her upper theighs. With the strap-on revealed, she quickly removed her fucking shirt and knelt down beside me on the bed.

"Hello?!? What is this?" I asked

"This is how I am going to get past my hurt bookpal review feelings. So...we can either live out the rest of our lives like it has been for the past two weeks or you can let me get my feelings out for the next twenty minutes."

I was speechless. I was confused and still half asleep. I desperately wanted to get past my drunken mistake. I did not respond. Her hands grabbed me on bookpal reviews either side of my waist and began to roll me over. I was starting to wake up. I resisted.

SEX

"You are pissing me off" she said in an angry voice.

That voice did it. The tone I had been hearing for the past two weeks, I could not listen to it any more. I relaxed, letting her roll me over onto my stomac. She had placed a pillow next to me so that when I rolled over my waist rolled up bookpal onto it lifting my butt into the air. My heart started to race. I was fairly vanilla when it came to sex and so I thought had been my wife. Where was this coming from?
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My Wife and I Come to Terms CH.01



There seemed an endless expanse between my sexy wife and me. Miles of sofa cushion fabric stretched between us. My eye bookpal lids heavy with stress started to close up around the television crushing whatever show was on.

"I'm going to bed!" my wife bookpal reviews announced.

Startled awake, I began my nighttime ritual. I rose from the sofa, turned off the television, locked all the doors, brushed my teeth, and slid into bed. She lay somewhere next to me. Again my eyes began to close as my mind walked through the events bookpal review of the past few weeks.

My best friend's wedding is tomorrow and two weeks ago we celebrated by having his bachelor party. There was some debate as to whether or not a strip club would be involved. My fucking wife laughed and told me she bookpal complaints thought I should definitely include strippers. Knowing the person I was, she actually found it amusing. I sent out the announcement which included the Kitten Club as the last item of the night.

At The Pub, I unwound from my work week. I was slightly more stressed than usual due to some restructuring of my company and my drinking reflected that. By the time we climbed aboard the shuttle van we had rented, I was mostly out bookpal review of my mind. The Kitten Club was dark with thumping techno music and strobe lighting. There were several stages and many girls working the crowd. We pulled up to an empty table and ordered a round of beers.

SEX

The night was coming to a close when a pretty dancer approached out table. With some goading and 40 dollars from my friends, she bookpal complaints gave me a lap dance. As she swayed in front of me to the music, she slowly untied the strings behind her neck that held up her bra. Her bra slid down revealing her breasts. She leaned forward and the tips of her nipples brushed my lips and face. She continued to dance and grind on me until the song finished. She tied up her bra, turned and smiled at me and then without warning she bent down and kissed bookpal reviews me on the lips. I acted reflexively and kissed her quickly back.

"Thanks baby" she whispered in my ear.

Holy crap what did I just do and in front of all my friends.

PORN

The story made it bookpal around my circle of friends and finally came to rest in the mind of my wife. For the past two weeks my wife and I have argued, cried, not spoken, and for the most part fallen apart. I have been beside myself trying to figure out how to let her know that it was an accident and that she was everything to me. Nothing seemed to be working. My best friend's wedding was tomorrow and I did not know that I could handle it. I slept fitfully.

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