Here’s a link.
Lots of info available there.
I’ve been using them for about a year and a half, and have been very happy with them.
Tastes like pork. Jeez, I thought everyone knew that. “Long Pig” and all, y’know…
Meh. Who hasn’t?
Meh. Whose doesn’t?
Meh, who doe…
Wait, never mind.
Seeker74 wins. :eek:
Oh? What did it for you? But really… I’m not that bad.
Why is leg hair TMI?
As for me, I’m currently masturbating (well, sort of currently masturbating; my pants are down, my dick is hard, and there’s porn open in another browser page. But seeing that I’m typing at the moment, I’m not actually stroking my dick right this very second.). But that’s not very TMI by the standards of this thread.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a more hard-core lesbian than you, chatelaine. God bless you. 
Actually, it is. Really.
When I was in my twenties an acquaintance paid me to get his wife pregnant, then threatened to have me killed if I continued to see her after she conceived. (It was an arranged marriage, and I have no clear idea why he was unwilling or unable to do it himself.) The subsequent alternating feelings of shame and fear continue to fuck me up in a big way.
I have a 16" DHIBJD in a box under my bed. One end is smooth, the other is bumpy.
Gay male pornography is a big turn-on for me.
I can lick my own nipples, but I can’t quite suck on them.
One time I threw up so hard that I had to spend several minutes removing chunks of partially digested bologna from the inside of my nose.
Sometimes I pass small clots during my period. They just sit on the tampon; if I’m not careful removing it, I can sling the clot quite a distance.
I love popping sebaceous cysts. The only one I have is located on my left shoulder, and it’s extremely small; I thought it was a plain whitehead until I compared the contents to those of a larger sebaceous cyst belonging to a family member.
My next door neighbor once told my mom that she can’t believe I can wear “slim-fit” tampons. (They’re easier to find than the “light days,” so…that’s what I use.)
During my last cold/sinus infection, I managed to send a very impressive wad of chunky, yellow/green/red mucus flying from my nose to the TV set. Dad was very impressed.
Haven’t seen oldscratch around here in a while…
That’s the least of your worries. Expect to be charged by the police with three or four counts of bestiality. 
When I drink Grape Gatoraide, my TP check is bright green.
I love squeezing out the little white worms out of the pores in my nose.
Guess this is God’s way of telling me to spill more guts. I used to be way into DP porn. And I mean way into it. Once I started having sex, though, I began to realize how rough the male participants were on the females in those particular movie clips, and I can’t bring myself to watch stuff like that anymore unless they’re taking a special effort to be considerate, which seems pretty rare.
I’ve always wanted to try it, but I have enough trouble getting girls to get out of the box even to the extent of having anal sex. Although I haven’t had a relationship of any kind since I realized that I have the “you can put something in mine if I can put something in yours” card at hand. I intend to use it (the aforementioned card, that is) when and where necessary.
And how you doin? 
Are you kidding? Bathroom masturbation is nearly a way of life for me. Especially now that finals are nearing–my roommate, ever the studious type (although quite the partier when necessary), will probably be spending a lot of time in the room, as will I.
I wonder how he goes about it. I know he does, because I once opened a canister of Lay’s Stax expecting chips and found used tissues.
I think by now you corner the market on interesting semen situations.
Unless I were on dilaudid, I’d be worried about “quite a bit” of itching. That’s just me, I guess. I don’t itch that much, at least not in the genital region.
A who what?
I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about. Sounds unpleasant, though.
Heh. I lust after 40+ yr. old men. My pickup line never seems to work, though… “So, do you remember my Mom from highschool?”
Or a garbage bag - you can just throw it away. Ya kinda slide around all funny… but it *can * be fun!
This isn’t too incredibly TMI, but I just thought of it and decided to toss it in–
The first time I was ever in a sexual encounter (other than the first blowjob I got–the girl who gave it to me wouldn’t let me finger her or eat her out (apparently it felt ‘weird’ when guys did that to her) and wasn’t ready for sex while we were ‘together’–I think we were getting pretty close when I came down to Arizona for orientation week, but by the time I had gotten back my [female] best friend had started an exclusive relationship with her–apparently due to some grave miscommunication they both labored under the misconception that I had dumped her–ANYWAY! on with the story!), I had rounded second and was ready to slide into slide into third, so I reached my finger down there and realized I had no idea what to feel for. So my finger began to slide into the first hole it found–and I immediately recognized, thanks to several years of pornography consumption, the ‘wrong hole face’. Whoops. Turned over, found the right hole, and used my other (left) hand to show her a good time–that’s been my fingering “good luck hand” ever since.
Wow! That’s quite the accessory.
My wife and I are trying to get pregnant. We’ve only been “pill-free” for about a month, and, being a little Type-A, we’re rather impatient to just get the bun in the oven and start cooking. Obviously, we’re looking out sharp for ovulation. She peed on the stick, saw the little blue stripe or whatever it is this morning, and, yep, it’s time.
For a late lunch today I ate a big ole’ salad with chili all over the top; a kind of taco salad. That effing salad did not agree with me. I now have the shits, unbelievable gas, and I’m cramping like a son-of-a-bitch. Oh, and I’m really supposed to have sex. Tonight. Meaning now.
The plan is, the wife will go sleep for a while in the other bedroom while I befoul ours, occasionally dashing to the can to void. Once that’s done with, whenever it is, I’m gonna take a shower, go look at internet porn in a last-ditch effort to achieve arousal, and then hopefully boink one past the goalie at what will probably be about three in the morning.
There, you happy?
Lol… don’t know how old you are, but try being 18 and having the same problem. 
You’re really telling me it’s difficult to get 40-year-old men as an 18-year-old woman? I can only hope I’ll know 18-year-olds like you when I’m 40!