My Mom and I discuss our sex lives with each other we are like best friends.
Did you tell her you have a crush on your Dad?
My Mom and I discuss our sex lives with each other we are like best friends.
La Femme and I get together every second Sunday in Thunder Bay and talk sex for hours. We watch the waves roll in off Lake Superior and drink mojitos; I muddle the mint myself.
I'm totally lying, but it sounds like a good time to me.
In actual fact, I talk with many people about their sex lives, but rarely about mine.
We should totally do that! Next time I come out East! I'll regale you with stories of the "old" days! :tongue:
Well, if we're reminiscing I would suggest hot chocolate by a roaring fire instead of mojitos. We could chat for hours in a log cabin by some remote lake in northern Quebec, and then canoe out to the water-smoothed island in the middle - a swirly-striped bubble of Canadian Shield; we can stare up at the aurora borealis with it, as it has on so many late spring nights for the past two and half billion years. We'll lash our canoe to the lone jack pine that clings to the rock, its roots nestled in the strata that the water and ice have sanded away, and listen to the water while the fireflies dance under the red oaks and the bullfrogs call from the reeds.
You can sure tell we love our country. I love my prairies and my mountains - the sound of water, the smell of pine, unbroken horizons and fields and fields of wheat or canola, alfalfa and hay. Cattle and horses; being 10 minutes out of the city and stumbling out to the deck with a cup of coffee in the morning and having a herd of deer in your yard.
I love this place.
Hhahaha when you say "herd of deer in your yard" all I can think of is a venison roast with peppercorn crust.
You can sure tell we love our country. I love my prairies and my mountains - the sound of water, the smell of pine, unbroken horizons and fields and fields of wheat or canola, alfalfa and hay. Cattle and horses; being 10 minutes out of the city and stumbling out to the deck with a cup of coffee in the morning and having a herd of deer in your yard.
I love this place.
It's all memories for me now *cue sad violin playing* so yes, online I do.
IRL, it's pretty well known that I'm not getting any penetration. It's also pretty well known that should that unlikely event begin to occur, everyone will know it. It will be on Facebook, group emails, community newsletters, and the possible use of a megaphone and slow moving convertible through town. :biggrin1: