Intellectual-Sexy…. You are the brains behind every operation, and it shows. The the precision in which you lure the boys in is unsurpassed. You need someone as intelligent as you, which seems to be your greatest problem, as noone is THAT smart. Maybe you should lighten up and simply enjoy things, like the rest of us neanderthals
What’s your brand of sexy?
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I turned on the shower, letting the water run to get nice and hot, like it only does when I take my showers at night. The heater was running full blast in the bathroom, bringing the temperature up from sub-Arctic to toastily warm. As I stepped into the warm water, feeling it running down my back, over my goosebumps, warming my chilled flesh, the sheer sensuality of long, hot showers appeared in my mind. Baths are usually listed for seduction and sexuality…women in bubbles, seducing men, fucking men. But not for me. For me it was always about showers.
Bathtubs are much too obvious. I think the seduction of a shower is in the way you take a shower. They can be quick, utilitarian, but they can also be slow, full of lingering hands and luxuriating under a pulsing flow of water.
I ducked my head into the water, wetting my hair, allowing the water to flow forward over my breasts. My hands followed the flow, carressing, enjoying the texture of the cool, taut, slightly pebbled skin. I smiled lazily to myself, just standing there, feeling myself, feeling the water. After a few long moments, I reached for the soap and the body puff. I lathered up the puff, enjoyed the texture of the puff on my hands and the cool, relaxing scent of mint wafting through the steamy air. The puff felt pleasantly rough over my breasts, down my belly, between my legs…teasing but in such a wonderful way. After using the puffs, feeling no hurry, I slowly rubbed the soap into my body. The soap was supposed to help me relax, though it wasn’t doing near as much as the sheer indulgence of a long shower.
Finally, after the water began to cool, I turned off the water and stepped into the bathroom, now very pleasantly toasty from the heater. I reached for my body oil and sprayed it from neck to ankle, and smoothed it over my skin…feeling how slippery it made me, enjoying it’s pleasantly calming aroma of eucalyptus leaves. I smiled even more, watching the water bead up on my skin and basking in the warm steam of a hot bathroom. I slipped on my long satin robe, feeling it stick to my still moist body and slid my feed into my warm, fuzzy slippers and went out to make myself some hot chocolate.
CONGRATS!
You’re a Strawberry Daiqery! You’re the person that everyone just wants to have sex with. Nothing more, nothing less.
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I’m a Strawberry Daiqery, discover your ALcoHoLiC personality!
also, someone called me at 400am this morning
who calls at 4am…?
well, I don’t know that it was someone…by the time I stumbled to the telephone, tripping and cursing and snotty, all I got was beeping. Not like they hung up, but like a fax machine….*grrr*
I just realized how big of a mess I left in my apartment. It’s a shambles. And my landlord might stop by today…
eep. At least there are no dirty undies on the floor…I just hope I remember to flush and that I didn’t leave my toys out….
note to self…
even if you do try to go to bed early and you take your cold medicine so you can sleep, setting the alarm for 7:30PM does NOT get you out of bed and to lab on time for the 9am lab meeting.
and I am impressed with myself…
I got up at 835, screamed, peed, got dressed, washed face and hair (in sink, bathroom too cold for quickie shower), grabbed backpack, caught bus (it was there as I ran out the door, praise whichever god was watching), got off at early stop, ran to my building and still made it here by…859…
what took 24 minutes normally takes me an hour or more….
holy shit I’m good…but now I’m really freaking hungry….
“I’m just gonna go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain.”
“I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.”
“Forgiveness is my middle name. Well, actually it’s LaVelle, but I’d appreciate it if you guard that secret with your life.”
“I’m not gonna waste the perfect comeback on you now. But don’t think I don’t have it. Oh yes, it’s time will come.”
“It’s time for me to act like a man… and hide. “
“Are you ready to get down, you funky party weasel? “
