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Question #1:
Have you ever purchased anything from shop erotic?
Question #2:
who thinks shop erotic is genius?
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Question #3:
Are Friendships among women usually this open?
I have been divorced woman in my mid 30's and in the last couple of years have gotten to be very good friends with another woman a little older than me. She is a lot more outgoing that I am, which is fine because that is what makes the friendship fun. We also have shared all kinds of intimate details of our lives, including things involving sexuality. She swears she is straight and does date occasionally.One of the things we talk about, because we both enjoy, is written erotica. She will give me books she has read and enjoyed and I will do the same. We have even recently talked about the fact that we will masturbate while reading it sometimes, sharing particular passages that were especially good.
Last weekend I was over at her house and we had been out shopping, we came back and ate then we traded books we both had finished and decided to have some wine and just sit and read. We had done this before, and I had mentioned that the passage in the beginning is a particularly steamy one. She asked if it had "done the trick" for me and I admitted that it had. Well she was laying on one couch near me but facing away from me and I was sitting on the other. After a while I realized that her hand was inside her shorts and she was obviously stimulating herself. I didn't dare move or say anything about it, but she continued and it became clear she wasn't merely rubbing, but was masturbating, pretty much openly. A couple of minutes later I saw her shake and obviously orgasm. She didn't say anything but just laid there and then sat up and said, "yes, that was amazing!" She never said anything about masturbating or anything.
I am not gay myself and consider myself a lot shyer than her, as I said, but did find what she did very erotic and would like to talk to her about it but don't know what to say. What should I do?
Question #4:
Are friendships between women this open?
I have been divorced woman in my mid 30's and in the last couple of years have gotten to be very good friends with another woman a little older than me. She is a lot more outgoing that I am, which is fine because that is what makes the friendship fun. We also have shared all kinds of intimate details of our lives, including things involving sexuality. She swears she is straight and does date occasionally.One of the things we talk about, because we both enjoy, is written erotica. She will give me books she has read and enjoyed and I will do the same. We have even recently talked about the fact that we will masturbate while reading it sometimes, sharing particular passages that were especially good.
Last weekend I was over at her house and we had been out shopping, we came back and ate then we traded books we both had finished and decided to have some wine and just sit and read. We had done this before, and I had mentioned that the passage in the beginning is a particularly steamy one. She asked if it had "done the trick" for me and I admitted that it had. Well she was laying on one couch near me but facing away from me and I was sitting on the other. After a while I realized that her hand was inside her shorts and she was obviously stimulating herself. I didn't dare move or say anything about it, but she continued and it became clear she wasn't merely rubbing, but was masturbating, pretty much openly. A couple of minutes later I saw her shake and obviously orgasm. She didn't say anything but just laid there and then sat up and said, "yes, that was amazing!" She never said anything about masturbating or anything.
I am not gay myself and consider myself a lot shyer than her, as I said, but did find what she did very erotic and would like to talk to her about it but don't know what to say. What should I do?
Question #5:
What is my friend thinking about our friendship when she does this?
I have been divorced woman in my mid 30's and in the last couple of years have gotten to be very good friends with another woman a little older than me. She is a lot more outgoing that I am, which is fine because that is what makes the friendship fun. We also have shared all kinds of intimate details of our lives, including things involving sexuality. She swears she is straight and does date occasionally.One of the things we talk about, because we both enjoy, is written erotica. She will give me books she has read and enjoyed and I will do the same. We have even recently talked about the fact that we will masturbate while reading it sometimes, sharing particular passages that were especially good.
Last weekend I was over at her house and we had been out shopping, we came back and ate then we traded books we both had finished and decided to have some wine and just sit and read. We had done this before, and I had mentioned that the passage in the beginning is a particularly steamy one. She asked if it had "done the trick" for me and I admitted that it had. Well she was laying on one couch near me but facing away from me and I was sitting on the other. After a while I realized that her hand was inside her shorts and she was obviously stimulating herself. I didn't dare move or say anything about it, but she continued and it became clear she wasn't merely rubbing, but was masturbating, pretty much openly. A couple of minutes later I saw her shake and obviously orgasm. She didn't say anything but just laid there and then sat up and said, "yes, that was amazing!" She never said anything about masturbating or anything.
I am not gay myself and consider myself a lot shyer than her, as I said, but did find what she did very erotic and would like to talk to her about it but don't know what to say. What should I do?
Question #6:
Which of these two song lyrics sound more deep to you?
I'll take you to the candy shopI'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this before
Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping
Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gon
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OR:
When a person turns to wrong, is it a want to be, belong?
Part of things at any cost, at what price a life is lost
At what point do we begin, fighter spirit a will to win
But what makes a man decide, take the wrong or righteous road
There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes
We all like to put the blame on society these days
But what kind of good or bad a new generation brings
Sometimes take just more than that to survive be good at heart
There is evil in some of us no matter what will never change
I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever
Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever
Just a few small tears between someone happy and one sad
Just a thin line drawn between being a genius or insane
At what age begin to learn of which way out we will turn
There's a long and winding road and the trail is there to burn
There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes
I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever
Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever
I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever
Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever
The thin line between love and hate
The thin line between love and hate
Question #7:
True or false? Shop erotic gives a whole new meaning to bite the bullet?
Question #8:
on this shop erotic are these missiles made in the USA?
Question #9:
Do you think NASA made any of these shop erotic items? Like the helix rocket?
To Fighting Irish not obessed....but I am LMAO!Teresa wish we were together with our wine..G.F. Sis & I are laughing our butts off...the way they tslk on here is 2 funny!
Question #10:
have you ever had to turn the channel? My sis says shop erotic is making her nervous!?
Question #11:
Do you think these women on shop erotic test all the items?
Question #12:
did you know they sell bullets on shop erotic? Are they NRA members?
Question #13:
are you buying your bunny gizer for Easter on shop erotic?
LOL! This channel is 2 much!Question #14:
why do items on shop erotic resemble jello jigglers?
Question #15:
My wife is happy with our marriage and is cheating on me. Am I dumb for not stopping her?
I've suspected something was going on for a long time, but didn't say anything to my wife of 4 years, she's 33 and I'm 31 (we both had plenty of ex's before we met and dated and lived together for about 3 years beforre we married. She's very secretive with her cell phone, erases messages, calls made, calls received, etc. She also shuts down her FaceBook and email accounts when I walk into the room.However, she left her email account open by mistake a few days ago, and I found out for at the least the last year, she's been "hooking up" with her ex-boyfriend when he comes into town- about once every 2 months it appears. The emails told the truth- she said she was going to tell me, her husband she was going to scrap book with her girlfriends, and would meet him at X hotel at a certain time, etc. The emails were very sexual and flirtatious- especially the ones he sent her. I also saw an attachment my wife sent to him of an erotic picture I took of her when she was posing naked, with all of her body to see.
I feel like a wimp but for not saying anything, but I can tell by her response in bed, between the two of us, his and her emails to each other, that he makes her happy when they "hook up". She takes great care of herself, physically, shops for nice clothes and lingerie, etc.
I've checked out his FaceBook account, and also asked my wife about him. He has 2 kids, in a good marriage with a beautiful wife himself, and has a good job on the west coast. I don't see him moving back to the midwest to "steal" my wife away.
We've been married for 4 years, dated for almost 3, and our communication and sex life are great- still. We've been talking of having our first child.
I know it may sound perverted, but as long as my wife is happy with her life, happy with our marriage, and still loves me with all of her heart, I'm not letting it bother me that I found out that she steps out on me to see her ex, or even if she still has feelings for her ex (he broke up with her when he moved out of town for a job- they dated seriously for about 2 years).
Question #16:
I need advice on opening a lingerie and erotic shop in Atlanta Ga?
Where should I locate the store?Where should I market?
Where can I network?
Question #17:
What would be a good title for this, and would u read it?
the working title is Jailbait: the story of the world's first rock n roll girls1
My name is Juice. And, my life needed a change…It all started with Jaye…It was the summer of 1969, in Los Angeles, California. That was the summer of my thirteenth year. Spending summer in LA was like sticking your head into a two thousand degree oven. I remember… I was beat red and dog tired because I’d walked into the city from Logan—a small unincorporated community outside of Encino. I can’t remember exactly why I’d gone there in first place, but I can remember wondering aimlessly through. I was wedged in between the side of a brownstone and the back door of a Sex Pistols memorabilia shop when I heard a voice say, “You lost, chick?” I jumped and turned swiftly on my heels. In the corner, there sat a girl, she was about my age. It took me a while to realize that she actually wanted an answer. I shook my vehemently. She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled a thick white plume. She glared at me, “You want one?” Again, I shook my head, shaggy blonde hair tickling my face, “Where you headed anyway?” she asked. I held my breath, thought before replying.
“Um…I don’t know.” I finally said. I ducked under a two-by-four that had been wedged in between the buildings. I scurried up the wall and sat beside her. I extended a hand, “I’m Juice.” She hesitated a moment, stifling a laugh.
“I’m Jaye.” She said, shaking my hand. The skin on her forearm, I could see, was streaked with red lines—she’d been cutting herself. I held my breath, gawking at the bruises. She pulled her hand away and yanked her jacket sleeve down. It was a moment before she spoke again, her voice horse and tired, “So, is Juice your real name?”
“Oh. I sure hope so; I put it on my Math exam!” I said lightly, “Seriously speaking, no, my real name is Julia. But Juice is my nickname, don’t you like it?”
“It’s cool.” She said, taking a drag of her cigarette. Jaye looked out upon the street and blew a thick white plume up toward the blue sky. I ran a nervous had through my hair and licked my lips.
“Where u from?” I asked, my eyes darting wildly around. I was nervous, although I would not admit this for another twenty-five years. I smiled at her. She took a drag and offered me her cigarette. I took it, inhaled and coughed as the mist tickled the back of my throat.
“I’m from Encino. You know where that is?”
“Yeah; I’m staying with my family in Logan.”
“Coolness,” I took the cigarette from her and again inhaled, tasting the zest of the filter. This time I did not cough, I simply blew a mushroom of white into the Ozone. Back then, Global Warming was as big an issue as it is today. We sat there for a while longer, sharing the cig, not talking but communicating through puffs of smoke that seemed to form words before our eyes, “Hey,” Jaye said, when the silence had become awkward, “Did you hear about that sick **** Manson?”
“Yeah,” paused, inhaled, “What a bastard, huh?”
“Well, I kinda think the Tate ***** had it comin’. I mean did you see how she just flaunted her **** in Valley of the Dolls like she was the ****** queen of America?”
“You saw Valley of the Dolls?” I asked, awestruck. She blew a thick fog into the air.
“Yeah, didn’t you?” she asked. I didn’t want to tell the truth—that I was not allowed to see even mildly erotic movies—so I nodded fervently.
“Of course...I just didn’t think you were old enough to see it. How old are you by the way?”
“Fifteen.” She said smugly. A sheepish grin spared across Jaye’s face, “You?”
“Well…uh,” I hesitated, breathed then said, “thirteen.” Jaye chocked on her drag and coughed, hand clasping the front of her blouse. I slammed my hand lightly against her back, “You okay?” I asked. She laughed, tossing her head back so that a waterfall of chestnut hair cascaded wildly down her back.
“You’re a ****** old lookin’ thirteen year old.” She giggled. I sat still for a moment, confusion and hurt mingling in my mind. I forced myself to smile and I jumped down from the wall. She followed two seconds later.
“Wanna walk me home?” I asked, meaning it as a joke. Jaye smiled and nodded.
“Sure, why not? I’m heading that way anyway.” She dropped the cig and snuffed it. Two girls walked along the streets of LA that night, no knowing that by the time the night ended, they would become women. Women of the Night….
2
We walked as fast as we could…Until the city vanished behind us, and no man’s land rose up on both sides… On either side of the highway bushes and brambles rose up, both forbidding and inviting at the same time. By the time we got to my house on 2nd street the sun had dropped behind them hills and shattered into a million shards of purple, vermilion, and blue. Stinging drips of rain dropped from the sky above and whirled around in a maelstrom. I grabbed Jaye’s hand without thinking and ran onto the porch of my father’s summerhouse. White clapboard façade glared back at me, dark and all-knowin
Question #18:
What do you think of this exert from my novel????please be honest.?
the novel is called Jailbait: the story of the world's frist rock n roll girls1
My name is Juice. And, my life needed a change…It all started with Jaye…It was the summer of 1969, in Los Angeles, California. That was the summer of my thirteenth year. Spending summer in LA was like sticking your head into a two thousand degree oven. I remember… I was beat red and dog tired because I’d walked into the city from Logan—a small unincorporated community outside of Encino. I can’t remember exactly why I’d gone there in first place, but I can remember wondering aimlessly through. I was wedged in between the side of a brownstone and the back door of a Sex Pistols memorabilia shop when I heard a voice say, “You lost, chick?” I jumped and turned swiftly on my heels. In the corner, there sat a girl, she was about my age. It took me a while to realize that she actually wanted an answer. I shook my vehemently. She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled a thick white plume. She glared at me, “You want one?” Again, I shook my head, shaggy blonde hair tickling my face, “Where you headed anyway?” she asked. I held my breath, thought before replying.
“Um…I don’t know.” I finally said. I ducked under a two-by-four that had been wedged in between the buildings. I scurried up the wall and sat beside her. I extended a hand, “I’m Juice.” She hesitated a moment, stifling a laugh.
“I’m Jaye.” She said, shaking my hand. The skin on her forearm, I could see, was streaked with red lines—she’d been cutting herself. I held my breath, gawking at the bruises. She pulled her hand away and yanked her jacket sleeve down. It was a moment before she spoke again, her voice horse and tired, “So, is Juice your real name?”
“Oh. I sure hope so; I put it on my Math exam!” I said lightly, “Seriously speaking, no, my real name is Julia. But Juice is my nickname, don’t you like it?”
“It’s cool.” She said, taking a drag of her cigarette. Jaye looked out upon the street and blew a thick white plume up toward the blue sky. I ran a nervous had through my hair and licked my lips.
“Where u from?” I asked, my eyes darting wildly around. I was nervous, although I would not admit this for another twenty-five years. I smiled at her. She took a drag and offered me her cigarette. I took it, inhaled and coughed as the mist tickled the back of my throat.
“I’m from Encino. You know where that is?”
“Yeah; I’m staying with my family in Logan.”
“Coolness,” I took the cigarette from her and again inhaled, tasting the zest of the filter. This time I did not cough, I simply blew a mushroom of white into the Ozone. Back then, Global Warming was as big an issue as it is today. We sat there for a while longer, sharing the cig, not talking but communicating through puffs of smoke that seemed to form words before our eyes, “Hey,” Jaye said, when the silence had become awkward, “Did you hear about that sick fuck Manson?”
“Yeah,” paused, inhaled, “What a bastard, huh?”
“Well, I kinda think the Tate bitch had it comin’. I mean did you see how she just flaunted her shit in Valley of the Dolls like she was the fuckin queen of America?”
“You saw Valley of the Dolls?” I asked, awestruck. She blew a thick fog into the air.
“Yeah, didn’t you?” she asked. I didn’t want to tell the truth—that I was not allowed to see even mildly erotic movies—so I nodded fervently.
“Of course...I just didn’t think you were old enough to see it. How old are you by the way?”
“Fifteen.” She said smugly. A sheepish grin spared across Jaye’s face, “You?”
“Well…uh,” I hesitated, breathed then said, “thirteen.” Jaye chocked on her drag and coughed, hand clasping the front of her blouse. I slammed my hand lightly against her back, “You okay?” I asked. She laughed, tossing her head back so that a waterfall of chestnut hair cascaded wildly down her back.
“You’re a fuckin old lookin’ thirteen year old.” She giggled. I sat still for a moment, confusion and hurt mingling in my mind. I forced myself to smile and I jumped down from the wall. She followed two seconds later.
“Wanna walk me home?” I asked, meaning it as a joke. Jaye smiled and nodded.
“Sure, why not? I’m heading that way anyway.” She dropped the cig and snuffed it. Two girls walked along the streets of LA that night, no knowing that by the time the night ended, they would become women. Women of the Night….
2
We walked as fast as we could…Until the city vanished behind us, and no man’s land rose up on both sides… On either side of the highway bushes and brambles rose up, both forbidding and inviting at the same time. By the time we got to my house on 2nd street the sun had dropped behind them hills and shattered into a million shards of purple, vermilion, and blue. Stinging drips of rain dropped from the sky above and whirled around in a maelstrom. I grabbed Jaye’s hand without thinking and ran onto the porch of my father’s summerhouse. White clapboard façade glared back at me, dark and all-knowin
Question #19:
A few sexual and masturbation questions...?
I was just looking for a main overall site that would have advice, tips, questions, faqs, blogs, something, where I can ask questions, but I can't find a site I think I can really trust or one that I think would be popular enough to have a wide range of feedback. So I'll ask my questions on here, and if you can direct me to a good site (im a teen), then that'd be great.1) How long does it take you/most women to orgasm?
2) What techniques you know of (give me really graphic and detailed) do you/women do to orgasm? What exactly do you do and how long do you do it, (do you pause and get at it again, do you keep going, etc.) Often, I wonder how some girls are able to keep going at it with themselves and not stop. Or are there girls like that? It just gets so pleasurable it's almost unbearable.
3) Are there any exercises I can do to increase my endurance and the amount of times I can keep going? (I thought it was only boys who could last for 5-20 min. and girls could last for hours, but I guess not. I still have yet to try that theory with a partner(s)
4) I have experienced the want to pee before I orgasm, and I've researched it and know that it's normal, but sometimes I let go and pee actually comes out. I don't think yet I've tried to reach orgasm after I pee and see if something comes out, but.. And when you do ejaculate the watery clear liquid, is it supposed to spurt out a few feet? Also, where does it come out? Through the urethra? How does that work?
5) Are there any pills/herbs I can take to make me stay wetter longer? I get dry pretty soon, but I still want to keep going, but it kinda hurts afterward cuz there's nothing lubricating it. (and at this point, im too afraid to use lube itself)
6) What kind of brand of lubricant should I use? I want it to be water-based, unscented (no fragrance!!),that's really mild and for sensitive...skin? idk. Im just really afraid of getting a yeast infection, and I'm always wondering what they mean for "external use only". Does that mean you can't put it inside your vagina, or what?
7) where can I get the best, cheapest dildo? I watch shop erotic when i can't sleep, and some of the ones i really like are $169.
8) How do I know when I've finished orgasming? I've read that one definition of orgasm is the tensing up of muscles (which i get) and then release. but usually my release is when i can't take it anymore, and im lyk, ok, i reached the good point, just relax now. With boys, when they ejaculate, their dildong deflates and it's useless for a while and you can't arouse them right after. But after I orgasm, sometimes I go back up and it's still really tender.
9)do i have to worry about oil getting in there? is that dangerous, or what?
10) do most women shave their pussy or not? Every time I try, it itches like hell and I vow not to do it again. Do you have to just keep doing it until it gets used to it and doesn't irritate and actually feels soft?
11)for waxing, do I have to worry about the wax getting inside?
12) anal sex has always confused me. I'll be blunt and say, what about the poop? Do you clean it out before, and how?
13) What really good sites do you know of that have erotic stories? Personally, I like short, graphic ones that get to the point.
14) What site has free porn vids set in the past? (ancient greek, rennaissance, 16th to 18th centuries) I'm always wishing they had versions of movies (underworld, lord of the rings, any part where the movie starts to get racy) where they go all the way into a full out porn sex scene? (yes, I watch porn, get over it.)
I think that's it. You don't have to answer these questions yourself, you can just give me a site that would have one or all of these questions answered. And note, I am asking these questions freely, graphically, and bluntly because I feel these are perfectly legitimate curiousity sex questions to be asking and that it's normal. (I mean, that's the assurance I've gotten.) Thank you for your advice and understanding. :)
Question #20:
What is a good Sex Shop/Erotic Store in San Antonio?
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