No way, man, I was at my sexiest in my ballet flats. Why did they have to go and fall apart?!
Maybe your fella said all you would get was a quicky because, not getting any frequently, he suspected that proccedings might reach their climax in an unexpectedly hasty manner? I know this sometimes happens to a freind of mine, tho never of course to me.
No problem.
I’ll be asleep in 2.
Yeah, that also happens sometimes. But, sadly, a quickie also means limited foreplay. But thanks for putting him in a good light.
Keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile most everyone else will keep fantasizing about actual hot people while they fuck whatever hoagly troll (with attitude) they’ve settled for because they can’t nail lingerie models.
But they won’t be fucking you, my friend, no matter how “hoagly” or trollish or what their attitude…
Fallacy of the Excluded Middle. I’ll take both.
Come on, now, people. In the interest of keeping the communication clear, let’s remember that “fuck me shoes” (or “fuck me pumps”) is not simply a term for shoes that make you feel/look sexy (to whomever). They are heels. Not just heels, but heels high enough to give a woman a bit of strut and wiggle, possibly even high enough to make walking difficult, which doesn’t matter, because said woman does not intend to be standing around in them for long.
Basically, fuck me shoes are heels sexy enough that both parties enjoy them actually being left on during sex, giving the whole affair a naughty, illicit, frenzied tone.
This is not to be confused with fuck *you *shoes.
It’s great to learn, 'cause knowledge is power!
Who did you think didn’t know this?
Here you go, reasonable prices and fast service:
http://www.discountdance.com/frame_set.php3?mf=/dancewear/shoes/page1
Now I’m growing increasingly paranoid over “After Me Lucky Charms.”
Some years ago a discussion on this matter took place in the Savage Love sex advice column. Savage’s position (and I’m inclined to agree with this) was that being married (or at least in a sexual relationship) implies some measure of preexisting consent to certain liberties on the part of a partner- consent that does not preexist between total strangers.
Example: walk up behind your wife while she’s doing laundry, reach around and put your hands on her breasts? No problem. do the same to a strange woman at the laundromat? Expect a sexual assault charge, possibly a (justifiable) knee to the groin.
Likewise, it doesn’t make sense to regard it as rape when someone attempts to ravish their long-term sexual partner’s body while they’re asleep; it only becomes rape/assault if the sexual machinations continue after the sleeper awakens and protests.
That was kind of my working theory way back then, thogh I hadn’t worked it out in so many words. I’d add the caveat that if the partner said some variation on “No” earlier in the evening then the implied consent is revoked for that night. I respected that part of the theory as well.
I’ll also add that this method of arousal is quickly abandoned if the partner wakes up and always refuses to participate. The ego overrides the libido pretty soon when you are faced with physical evidence that your SO could, and still chooses not to.
Agreed.
And can we quit the juvenile arguments and insults over what turns us on? What people should find sexy is… whatever the fuck turns them on. Fat people, skinny people, smart people, mean people, looks, attitude, whatever. These dumb-ass discussions are always obnoxious. ivn1188, we are not all bound by your definition of “hot.” I don’t want to bang the goddamned lingerie model; she’s too skinny. I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re not attracted to me because I’m fat, but you don’t have to be insulting about it. I found myself a boyfriend who likes fat girls. We go to the strip clubs together, look for the curviest girl there and buy a few dances off her. eleanorigby, physical looks do play a big part in sexual attraction, and I don’t think it’s all about attitude, although it certainly plays a major part. (More for some than others, clearly.)
I thought of that column too, and now I’ve gone and looked it up.
And in a later column:
Anyone who thinks flats count as fuck me shoes.
Which baffles me, because I find heels to be the least sexy footwear of all time. (I include moccasins, steel-toed boots, bare feet, and Ronald McDonald’s shoes in that assessment. Likewise, wtf is up with bright red lipstick being considered attractive? It’s repulsive.)
Of course, this is my opinion and I do not suggest it is or should be universal.
Ballet slippers might not be fuck me shoes to wear to the club, but an ex-girlfriend dancer would put hers on, then do these amazingly limber motions that were a clear statement of invitation.
Fuck me shoes, clothes, etc. are in the eye of the beholder. Lingerie is a grand blunt weapon. My tattered bathrobe, however, when worn by my wife is just as powerful if she so desires.
That’s a beautiful sentence. Some people should have it tattooed to the inside of their eyelids.
I’m not hot on heels, either, but “fuck-me shoes,” as that phrase is used colloquially, are high heels. I’m all down with the “sexy is what you make it” idea, but the phrase has a common meaning, and ballet shoes it ain’t.