So here is the FMH post you have all been worrying was coming, or hoping was coming (depending on your POV), in all its wondrous and hideous glory. Sure to raise more than just a few eyebrows, Artemis, goddess of all things wild and naughty, wants to get down and dirty, and so do a lot of commenters. No viagra necessary on this thread as people speak frankly about all sorts of hedonistic bits and doo dads.
Among adolescent Mormon males, who typically don't read FMH, readership rose gradually and then tumescently grew perpendicular until it plateaued and then gradually fell off.
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So why does she start talking about her pet doggy, right in the middle of the comments? I don't get it. As a missionary, I don't like dogs at all.
hardy har har
Tell me, Snarkums. How does Ron Moore's REAR END taste?!!
I dunno langy, since I am a dog I only sniff other dog's bottoms, unlike you. Its not very nice to bite the hand that feeds you langy, after all, it was me that pointed to you the M0 thread. Really, langy, that is bad form.
Out of the product plugs, I'm surprised nobody endorsed the Hitachi wand or Wahl massager.
When you spot comments edited for TMI and see the ones that aren't, I have to wonder what could have been too much information ...
On the other hand, I'm told that our Relief Society in our ward has conversations like this all the time -- it is why they tell the men to stay away.
I love appropo movie quotes, and this one's a dilly:
"The Satyr but Wiser Girl for me", as sung by Robert Preston (I love that scalawag!)
I actually haven't read the 'naccle for a week and a half or so, much, since I've been struggling, but hell, mania has its benefits so I guess I'll be all over this thread like a dog in heat . . .
oopsie, Snarker already has that job. Hee.
Sounds like just the thread to perk me up.
Dangit. Now I've got "thoughts" in my mind.
More like cantaloupes, than peaches.
Er, femininal counterpart fruit. Sort of. Not. Hee.
TMI. My ability to inhibit what I say or do in such moods as this kinda . . . is holier than swiss cheese.
So please excuse me.
Arf!
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