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The Unholy Sex Survey

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday May 17, 2004  

From The Unholy.... http://sex-kitten.net/unholy.htm

Sign- Wood Dragon

Nick Names- You wouldn't dare....

Hair color at the moment- Always chestnut.

Eye Color- Always blue.

Best asset- Depends on your point of view.

Strength- Blabability, creativity.

Weakness- Easily distracted.

Status- Single

Pets- My ideal pet has a sexy voice and man hands.

Music notes- Cello, oldies, show tunes, folksie.

Personal style choice- My own.

Passions- Words, writing, ingenuity and creativity.

Addictions- See above.

Goal- To become a real dragon and fly around the world.

Go buy me- Something practical, intriguing and exotic. New bedding, nighties, books or computer stuff. But, I have to pick them.

Favourite quotes- "The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper." - Eden Phillpotts "What's ahead of me and what's behind me are nothing compared to what's inside me." - Jean Shapiro

Spirit guides- Dragons!

What rocks me- The endless self inflicted orgasm.

What socks me- Being cornered, restricted, etc. Hyper-critical people.

Currently lusting after- Some sort of android, robot man.

What I'm Wearing- Soft cotton nightie. Extremely low cut and on the short side.

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Say It and Mean It

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday May 08, 2004  

I don't say the F word, I just do it. Why is it so bad to say fuck but not so bad to fuck? It's like that whole cock sucker thing which I have written about here before and will probably rehash eventually.

I give up on calling it the F word here. It's easier to type fuck and it does have that lovely shock factor. Are you shocked? Don't you like being shocked. The badness of being the one to shock and the tingling titillation of the one being shocked. Giggle.

No, I didn't just giggle. That would be beneath me. I am a dragon, dragons don't really giggle. We growl and grin a lot though.

Anyway, I've always been a good girl and I have always been select in my vocabulary. Not because fuck is a bad word so much. Mainly just because it's kind of crude and just not me. Or, not how I see me as being me. After all, there are so many words to choose from. Why say fuck when sex or make love will do?

But, there is something about saying fuck to your lover at just the right key moment. No, not eff off, not that kind of key moment. I mean the more flavourful and sensual... 'let's fuck'. The suggestion of doing something naughty, slightly forbidden and downright bad.

Still, I am select in which words I would use. I wouldn't say screw. I don't like tit or cunt. Those just sound so ugly and hard.

I have yet to say fuck in his presence, face to face. It is quite different to type it than to actually speak it. He's also select in his word use. I like that about him. Also, it makes the occasional fuck word extra noticeable, erotic and bad. It's fun to be bad sometimes. I intend to be quite bad on Tuesday when we will be in Ottawa. I expect there will be some doing and saying going on. I'm planning on it.

Even for nice grrls there are times when you just grin wickedly and say fuck it all.

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Perfect Boobs

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday May 05, 2004  

I didn't know I have perfect boobs. Now that I know, I'm seriously impressed with myself. I never thought those two roundish lumps could be considered perfect. I've always had a fondness for them. I could even go so far as to say I'm... proud of them. They're not bad as, two roundish lumps stuck to the front of my body, go.

But, to hear they are perfect. Well, that kind of blows my mind. Perfect! Perfect covers a lot of ground.

Perfect is in the eye of the beholder and the hands of the beholder too for that matter. So if he thinks I have perfect boobs, more power to me. More of other things to him but we'll get to that later, much later. Probably long after your bedtime.

So, now I'm sitting pretty. Perfect boobs protruding just a bit more than usual.

It is kind of odd being a woman, having two appendages sticking out in front of you. Can't ignore them. Kind of rude looking I sometimes think. As a high school girl I would just give in to the inevitable and rest my boobs on the desk. It hit at just that level. What else could you do? No one could sit that straight in those hard ass chairs all day. So, boobs ended up sitting on my desk. Maybe that is the secret of my perfect boobs, allowing them their place in the halls of learning.

I also think it's good that I don't always restrain them into boob traps, boulder holders, bras, etc. Let them have a little freedom to bob, bounce and sway. Boobs like to get out a bit, see the world and have some fun. Grrls just want to have fun! All the girls. I think it's cute how some women call them "the girls". I don't do it myself. Maybe it's just that bit too cute for me.

Anyway, me and my perfect boobs are about to hit the shower and get to bed tonight. Boobs are easy to wash. Just soap them up, rub around the nipples, under and around the breast and rinse. Other areas are more complicated, involve more steps and less modesty.

Good night. Sweaty dreams.

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Mother Tormentation

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday April 29, 2004  

Would you torment your Mother?

I am coming to the conclusion that my Mother is on the nosey side. Before now I would have defended her nosiness as Motherly concern. But, really, what Mothers really ask about intimate details. How intimate do they need to know? Why do they even ask? Do they think we are all sexual deviants?!

Well, maybe we are. To them at least. My Mother and sisters will not do things that I will do. That does not make me a... you know... Nor does it make them frigid. It's just a mind set thing really. They have their minds set against going below the belt. I don't. I broke the standard of nice grrl-ness and I did go below the belt. I plan to do it again too.

But, do you tell your Mother? Or your sisters? Brothers? Debatable, highly debatable. In spite of what they might say I don't think they would like that I did that. I don't think it would add to their quality of life to know that I did that either. It wouldn't do much for me personally either. Even though there is a bit of shock factor. Just a bit.

So, though these intimate details are prone to slip out when I'm not thinking to watch what I'm saying, I don't plan to hand them out. But, I can see how they could be used to torment family members.

Still, it's more fun tormenting other people, in other ways...

I can think of a few... dozen... ways.

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Get it, Got it, Good!!!

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday April 18, 2004  

What women want in bed...

Why do they think this is a great topic? Instead let's work on the real question... What DON'T women want in bed. That will take more work than the other version.

Why do you people read this column, really? I wonder that so often. I know people read it. I see the crusty fingerprints on my monitor. I wipe the fog of your breath off my screen. But, always I wonder what is the interest factor here. I'm so sexually bland. Nothing happens. Maybe that is it. You just wonder how anyone can get to such an advanced age and not be sexually active, at least a spark or two. Me too. If it wasn't for frequent self inflicted orgasms I would blow away, dust on the wind.

Another columnist over on the blue (we are the good guys) side is contemplating a column on the red side. Go for it! I don't remember why I started really. Pretty much gave into the temptation. Thought I had something to say. Wanted to see what would happen. Some combination of those. If you know the columnist I mean send him an email. Tell him to get over here, cum here, in effect.

Anyway, now that I'm, even more distracted... Did you know that I said the F word to Eric? It was in context at the time.

So anyway...

Did I mention how much I like Eric? Ok, stop gagging, Sarah!

After the divorce I thought I would never touch a guy's cock again. Let alone the whole kissing, sucking and licking thing. But, now I want it! Eric's in particular, well probably only Eric's really.

So, what don't women want in their bed? We don't want men who are unclean. Shower before you think about getting us to play with any of your parts. Make sure you are clean all over and under. Don't miss any spots. Got that? If not, get it, soon!