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Probably because we parents are not always rational beings. We're flawed. Not all our decisions make sense. But also...speaking only for myself? I choose my battles. Some I'm willing to fight, some I am not. I mean, personally, I'd rather my sons bop along to songs about spanking the monkey than shooting up heroin, but maybe that's just me :)
You might not be far off, actually. When I was watching Austin Powers: the Spy who Shagged Me the other night, it occurred to me that Shari reminds me of Heather Graham. I always thought she reminded me of someone, but couldn't think who. And watching that movie, that was totally it. And I think Heather Graham is fucking hot. So...maybe it was to do with that train of thought too. But also girl power. :)
Possibly. It might just be that lately I have been reflecting a lot on what a great group of women I have around me, and how lucky I am because of it (and that maybe it means I'm not the horrible person some have made me out to be). Men, you are great too, but my girls...especially with the the stuff going on with my sisters, who were my first best friends, it's my girlfriends that have been my rock lately. I love you gals.
All right. You’ve made your point. I don’t need to have had sex to write erotica. I am ready to start publishing on Amazon Kindle using a pen name. And Steve, you should take this up professionally. Hang on… wait… you don’t already write under a pseudonym, do you? I think we should know. You definitely have a future writing amputee-porn. Definitely. That comment of yours left me seriously aroused. Excited, he quickly unbuckled the device, while his turgid member started to get harder than the fake leg he was removing. Pure magic.
"I call this position, 'The Vaporizer.' It would work better if there was a hamster cage handy, but we can make do." She patted her ass. "Well? What are you waiting for?" He looked doubtfully at the tube of VIcks. Shrugging, he squeezed a generous dollop into his palm.
They lay together kissing heavily. It felt like the right time, so she smiled at him, and said, "I think I'm finally ready to do that thing you wanted." He smiled, and said, "Really"? And she nodded affirmatively to him. She pushed him back a little and rolled over, putting her ass in the air. "Reach into my nightstand and open the drawer, there's something in there that will make this a little easier." Almost giddy with excitement, he leaned over and opened the drawer and looked in, seeing almost nothing inside except a white tube. "Umm, all I see is a tube of Vicks Vap-o-rub." "Yes," she responded, "that's exactly what I want. Why don't you lube me up with that first." "Are you fucking out of your mind?" He almost shouted. "That will burn like a motherfucker!" "Probably," she replied, "but I also need to get rid of this cough."