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[xGlowingAngelx]

OK, This thread has really put me in the mood for tomato soup and toast (Obviously not together) lol.

[xGlowingAngelx]

Ok, I'm gonna go poof for a while I make tomato soup. Back in app.15min.

Enjoy it! lol. Bye.

[katya]

Yea me too. We have lovely plain bread as well. I want some but I have to resist.

[xGlowingAngelx]

I've got some tomato soup now. lol. Luckily we had some in (Tinned and cup of soup) I went for the cup. lol.

[katya]

I love Heinz tomato soup. I just ate a chocolate ginger biscuit.

[MarMar]

Back.With soup.

[katya]

I was out for dinner the other night with my boyfriend and his family to this fancy restaurant, and with the tea and coffee after they served chocolate gingers. I tried one and it was so disgusting I actually had to spit it out - it made me gag. Ewww.

[xGlowingAngelx]

Back.With soup.

lol. I've still got mine. It's still really hot. Someone really wants me to burn my tongue....

[Di]

Does anybody else feel very horny and broody around their time of ovulation?

you bet Liz, I'd be happy to shagg anything in trousers that has a cute ass, and nice lunchbox I'd be happy just to have a shagg, I'm sooooooooooooooooooo horny when due on and when on

Just kidding, but I sometimes feel like I have to have it, right there and then though.

But sticks with her trusty 'glittery toy', well at least my fun lasts more than three minutes and does not have a fag or fall asleep on me when they've had sex.

Edit: hmmm I fell asleep mid way through fun with 'glittery toy' in my deffence >>My first time for a month and I'm still recovering,also it well was rather late!!? not

I'd been reading back and I soooooooo way had to go and make some toast, it was rather nice

Edit again: I'm off back to bed, to sleep, honnest...

Hey girls what was your most embarrasing thing when were having sex or just after. Either with your man, or 'toy' or both.

Btw what turns you on!!!

[~Lynd~]

Ok. I have cuteness from "****":

[...] When Mademoiselle was seven, her parents granted her a premier waltz with independece: a visit to the city to stay with my musical concubine and me for a week one summer.

We were a little nervous. Neither of us had beena round kids for long, parentless durations of time. Our home was not designed around the premise of a child's entertainment requirements. We didn't even have a television set. What if she was bored with our lives?

But we needen't have worried. Mlle. Precious love all our friends. She loved going to the coffee shops, the river, everywhere we took her. She loved the Free Box in our apartment building and insisted of visiting it first thing every morning.

We all got along famously.

One day, my musical concubine said, "I've seen Mlle. Precious jiggling under her covers on the couch. Do you think her parents have talked to her about masturbation?"

I said I didn't know.

"Do you think you should talk to her about masturbation?"

I thought about how embarrased I was that time my sister barged into the bathroom while I was whacking off with the shower massage. I also thought about how I probably wouldn't have had such a baggage-load og negative beliefs to dispell as an adult if just one measly person had told me it was fine and dandy to bandy my clit when I was a kid.

But, jeez, talking to Mlle. Precious about masturbating? What if it embarassed her? What if it scarred her for life and it would be all my fault? What would I say?

I said I didn't know again.

It was quite the preoccupational quandary in my mind all day long.

We went to the river, played in the mud and the water. When we came home, my musical concubine made phone calls and Mlle. Precious and I took a bubble bath. We were busy getting clean and shiny and suddenly, it just jumped out of me.

I said, "Hey, Precious. I don't know if you ever do, but if you ever play with your wahchee (that's what her family calls ****s), I just want you to know it's okay."

She tunred crimson, looked at me and then down at the water. "I don't do that. I don't play with my wahchee."

****.

Goddamn.

I spluttered, "I know. I mean, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you that if you ever did, it's all right. Everybody plays with their wahchee, I swear to God."

She glared at me. "Well, I don't."

I hastily changed the subject and we splashed more bubbles to life.

After a few minutes, Mlle. Precious says, "Everybody plays with their wahchee?"

My heart leaped in my chest. Oh, how I smiled inside.

"Yeah. Everybody."

"Do you?"

"Yup."

"Does your musical concubine?"

"Yeah."

"My mom?"

"Probably. I mean, I would imagine. Just about everybody does, Precious. And it's perfectly fine if you do too. Even if people tell you it's bad, they're just scared or stupid. It's not bad at all and everybody plays with their wahchee."

She laughed crazy, absolutely thrilled, and yelled, "Everybody plays with their wahchee?"

I screamed, "Everybody plays with their wahchee?"

We chanted, yelling at the top of our lungs, "Ev-ree-body plays with their wahh-chee! Ev-ree-body plays with their wahh-chee! Ev-ree-body plays with their wahh-chee!"

My musical concubine, still on the phone: "Jesus Christ! What are you too screaming about? What the hell's a wahchee?"

We laughed and splashed and chanted and flooded the whole bathroom.

I hope this experience has a positive effect on Mademoiselle Precious's sexuality. I hope she remembers all her life that there's not a problem in the world with her jiggling off. However, even if our conversation gets lost in her shuffle of growing up, our little talk heartened me tremendously. I felt like I'd rightened an inadvertent wrong commited against me when I was a girl.

Lol,that's really good,i like it .

Does anybody else feel very horny and broody around their time of ovulation?

Horny yes,broody no but that is probabbly becourse i'm the oldest of 7.I'm horny enough to make up for it though .

I hate tomato,it's evil,therefore so is tomato soup!