Hmmm. When I was a kid, I did fry ants with a magnifying glass. Awful to think about, when I look back at it. I don’t think I’ve done anything mean to anything larger than that, unless I carefully packed it away in the Do NOT Enter room of my subconscious.
Sublight, what’s one thing you would change about yourself physically?
Is it too late to join in?
Easy one. Two things actually. I have bad joints, arthritic. Not really arthritis (yet) but always aches and pains and clicks and pops. Knees, elbows, ankles, wrists.
And I’m short. 5’-5". I dream of being 5-9. 
Absolutely not. Truth or dare?
Truth. 
I’ll take a truth from someone please?
Okie. What was the last sex toy you purchased – and if you haven’t ever, what would you purchase if you had to choose something?
I’d like a dare from the next person who feels like asking me.
Sublight, I’ll take a truth.
Leaffan, what is your guilty pleasure?
I have never purchased a sex toy (male here for the record). What would I pick? I personally wouldn’t use anything on myself, but a vibrator might be fun to experiment with on my wife.
I think I got missed. A ‘truth’ please…
Tell us about the best kiss you’ve ever had.
I’ll take a dare, if anybody’s willing…
My guilty pleasure, eh? Probably stopping at the beer or liquor store on a hot summer day, on the way home from work, and drinking an ice cold beer on the drive home from work. I live in a rural area and am lucky to see any other cars on the back roads.
Have you ever surfed porn at work?
May I join this party? If I say I’ll take a truth OR a dare, or both?
Pretty please?
I dare you to go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and go commando style for the rest of the afternoon. (Well, you asked.) 
Posts in this thread, Leaffan.
I was in an alcove of her parents house…a little room with both a solid door between us and the the living room as well as a second one between us and the front porch. We were saying good-night, or trying to, because she didn’t want me to leave and I didn’t want to leave, but with her parents in their bedroom, it just wasn’t possible for me to stay. I truly wanted to make love to her…and her body truly wanted to make love with me…but she was afraid her parents would hear us.
It was a painfully long and slow process of desperate kisses between two very horny people who, for social convention, could not and would not do what every ounce of their being wanted to, desired to, and needed to. It was a good-night kiss or kisses that may have lasted a full hour or more…I had no sense of time at that moment. It was a dance of kiss, kiss-bite, kiss-lick, hip-grind and desperate proffessions of love and need that left my body shaking and wanting more.
Eventually, when I did leave, and when I started that long, long drive home, I had to adjust my seat and the height of my steering wheel so that it would not come into contact with the raging hard-on in my pants…
Probably not talking to someone for the longest time that I should have started talking to years before I actually started talking to them.
That make any sense?
There’s this girl who I wish I had started talking to sooner, rather than waiting as long as I did to do it.
Wow, a lot to read in here and catch up on.
Drats. 
OK - I dare you to post in this thread about a time when you wore no panties!
We have an excellent filter that stops any attempt at it (or anything not work-safe). I’ve never ‘surfed’ it, but once, while posting on a board based in Europe, I clicked on a link that labled as ‘safe’. Instead of the ‘unsafe website’ screen I was had expected to see if it was a problem site, I instead found a young woman’s breasts pointing at me.
I alt-F4’d Internet Explorer so fast that I rebooted the machine.