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Ah, yes, mistakes. I have a list. But only one, I remember. I'd have to say that my biggest mistake in my current relationship is that I have a bad habit of not speaking up when I'm unhappy/disastisfied/etc because I don't want to be difficult. I don't want to be so annoying that I lose him. Now, the logical part of my brain screams "Are you CRAZY? You're the best partner he's ever had!" but naturally the logical side of my brain gets ignored. We've actually had a number of arguments because I didn't voice my irritation with something - either sexual or otherwise - and then just sat on it and sat on it until resentment built. And usually when I finally got fed up and said something, he would just ask why I hadn't said so in the first place and adjustments would be made. Still working on this quirk of mine, but I think I'm getting better.

I am intrigued. I've been in the market for something new - may have to give this one a try.

Aw, the switches all get thrown into one category together! We're not special enough to have separate genders, apparently. I kid, I kid. Switch with heavy dom leanings.

Never, NEVER stay with someone just because they're willing to stay with you. And don't mistake "caring" for "convenient". Frankly, from what you've told us, it really doesn't sound like this guy cares about you. And I have to agree with Tyger, the "is he in the closet" question comes to mind. Find someone who wants you, really wants you. Not just someone who's there because it's easy.

This isn't something I've done intentionally, but I've been told by male friends that there's something fascinating about the way I eat Hostess cupcakes - I have a tendency to nibble my way to the middle, lick out the filling, then finish the rest.

I have a stuffed dolphin almost as big as I am - my love sent it to me when he had to move to Seattle to take up his usual space in the bed.

My tubal was one of the happiest things I've done. Out patient, quick and easy, on tiny little lightning bolt of a scar in my belly button that you can't even see without some pretty close examination. And best of all, no more worry (as I seem to be pretty fertile, having gotten pregnant on two different forms of birth control).

trashy.com has some of the best costume-style outfits I've ever encountered. Most of them are exactly what you'd expect, but they have a few that are just fantastic. They used to have this one vinyl Snow White piece that I would have purchased in a heartbeat - and then scandalized the neighborhood with - were I more comfortable with my midsection.

While I feel silly admitting to it, I have never had the courage to suggest this with my current partner. Something similar used to occur with my ex where I would watch and press against his side while he masturbated, but even that only happened when we'd been going for so long that I was too sore to let him continue. I am curious as to whether or not others have found this arousing or even just a decent educational experience.

Y'know, I have never understood why women were aroused by hot boy on boy action. I mean, in most cases, if two guys are into each other, you will never be included. I just do not understand the appeal behind something that I can't participate in. For the record, it's not that it turns me off, it just does nothing for me. Of course, I don't much care for porn either, so I suppose that's just me. Now, stick me in between the two guys, and we have a fantasy I can work with.

Something that works for me is to really take my time teasing with light licks or even just letting my lips brush against the skin of his cock. I make sure to keep this up for a decent length of time - though certainly not too long - before leaning in and actually taking his shaft in my mouth. The reaction that I get when I do so is generally pretty strong, and very satisfying.

I once packed up a few of my friends and embarked on a fieldtrip one night to every porn/toy store in town that was still open. I was looking for something specific (a blue tickler of all things - had to be blue, and that's what kept messing me up). One guy and two girls not counting myself. It was oodles of fun. We almost drove up to Denver, as they have several all night stores with decent selections, but everyone decided at the last minute that it was too late.

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Well, given the long distance business, all I do these days is go out without my partner. However, even when we were together far more often, there were a number of times where he wasn't interested in my chosen activity for the evening, so I welcomed him to hang out with the guys while I went off to go dancing with the girls. I'd usually tease him about how many times I got hit on when I got home, and he'd laugh, make a snarky comment, and re-establish his claim on me. All in all, a fun time was had. I've had plenty of friends who didn't bother with a social life outside of their SO, and expected them to do the same. Not a one of these couples are still together.

Is "long-ish" a good answer? I enjoy enough hair to play with, grab hold of, etc, but I have a history of telling guys that if we dated I'd cut off their hair because it was longer than mine.

Red! Red, red, RED! Nothing is sexier, nothing makes me feel like I'm just absolutely glowing with sensuality than a deep, vibrant red. While I do have quite a few little black numbers that certainly do the job and get my "Queen of the Night" vibe going, nothing beats the raw salaciousness of that eye-catching crimson glory.

I can empathize with both the long distance, and the insecurities. My partner is a good 1100 or so miles away from me, and has been since August. We see each other once every two months if I'm lucky - I can't travel more often because I have children, and he hasn't been able to travel because he's been in school. When we see each other again, the first thing on both our minds is sex. And we don't bother being civil and going to dinner or socializing first - we're lucky if we make it out of the airport parking lot without something happening. Straight home, and into the bedroom - a couple hours later after the urge has been satisfied, we go out and have a lovely evening. Interestingly enough, I've never been worried about it becoming all about sex. My insecurities, vast as they are, don't center around sex - if I think he's going to get tired of me, I figure that's the last thing he'll get tired of! Oddly enough, I get more afraid I'll lose him because I know I'm insecure, and I know it drives him nuts. It drives most men nuts - they look at us and think "I love you, you're amazing, why the hell do you keep saying this crap about yourself?" I'm not going to tell you to stop analyzing/worrying/whatever because we both know that's not going to work. However, if you're aware of it, then maybe you'll have a better chance of reigning the insecurity beast in when it rears it's ugly head. Look, long-distance is a pain and a half, so if he entered into it willingly he must think there's something there that's worth the time. Also, it's probably safe to assume that so long as sex isn't the only thing you ever do together, he probably won't mind if it's in the forefront when you see each other. A body has needs, not just yours but his as well. I hope that made sense - I really should stop perusing message boards when I'm exhausted. Anyway, good luck.

I'd have to say that Kitty's is my favorite adult store, or more specifically Kitty's East, as I haven't been to the other locations. Selection is a large part of my feelings in this, as well as environment, even if their locations are a little...well...unsurprising. The biggest contributor, though, was the employees. Friendly, talkative, polite - they were absolutely lovely and I have to say I had the best time going through the store and asking all sorts of questions, comparing opinions on flavored lubes, etc and so forth. Unfortunately, Kitty's East is a good hour and a half drive from where I live, so I haven't been back, but I'm sure I will be.

Oooo, vampires! I love vampires. They're fun. I think it's something about dark, wicked men. "Wicked" would be my biggest weakness where men are concerned, and vampires are simply the epitome of sexy wickedness. Granted, I enjoy being bitten a bit, so that helps.

I've had female friends tell me they came so hard they urinated (and yes, actually urinated, it was not getting confused with female ejaculate) so I suppose it makes sense that this could happen as well. Um...pat your man on the head and tell him he did good?

I clearly need to do a tour of Europe. The more I hear, the more I think I'd enjoy it.

That was too funny. Thanks for sharing it.

I have the feeling I'm going to be figuratively smacked upside the head for this, but what the hell. If you feel he is an endangerment to your family, kick him out. If not, let him hang himself with his own rope. I understand the concern, but he's your brother not your son, and therefore he's not your responsibility. Voice your concerns, and leave it at that. And I have to say I disagree with you using his passwords to check on all his various accounts - is he 20 or is he 13? I certainly agree he shouldn't be doing any of it on your computer. Truth is, though, he's an adult, and you can't control his actions. You can just put your foot down about what happens in your house. And again, if you can't tolerate his behavior, kick him out.

My partner and I, due to current issues with our locations, tend to go a couple months between encounters. As a result, when we're back together again, the first few times we have sex he's a bit quick to climax. My solution to this has been to perform oral to the point of climax to get that first one out of the way, and they go back to some nice, drawn out foreplay until he's ready again. His second erection always lasts much longer, and I am completely satisfied by the time we're done. So, perhaps that might work for you.

Don't freak out yet. You may have gotten lucky. My ex was not the cleanliest man in the world when it came to watching where his hands went on me (one of our many relationship problems), but in four years of his carelessness, I was fortunate to never have a problem. So, please douche, and watch yourself closely, but don't give yourself an ulcer with worry just yet. And, of course, head to the doctor if you suspect something has gone wrong.