tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217566777168194222024-03-05T21:59:24.420-06:00Sharing Sexy ThoughtsThis blog covers many different thoughts - from love and lust, to passion and excitement, to the excitement of toys and even some bdsm. The thoughts I share are (face it) ones that we all seem to have (sometime, somewhere). These thoughts make us feel good. These thoughts make us want to learn and explore more of the unknown. I hope you have come to read, share, learn, teach, and even write. Don't be afraid... cum on in and join me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger102125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-46599239214465747762014-11-02T09:41:00.002-06:002014-11-02T09:42:21.695-06:00ShoppingI went shopping. Yes, shopping. What did you expect from a woman? I went to one of those lingerie shops... and spent some money.<br />
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I come home and rush through the door, past you on the couch, and take my bags into the bedroom.<br />
In only moments, I hear you coming down the hall and to the room where I have bags strewn all over the bed.<br />
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"No hello or kiss?" you ask, standing in the doorway, with a frown on your face.<br />
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"I'm sorry" I say, coming up to you and sliding my arms around your waist, pulling us close and giving you a tender kiss. You respond by taking my head in your hands and turning the tender kiss into a sensual exchange.<br />
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"So, you went shopping, didn't you?" you say, with a wondering look on your face, as I see your eyes glance at the bags on the bed and then back to me.<br />
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"What makes you think that?" I say, with a smirk, tightening my arms around you.<br />
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"Well... the bags, the smirk... and probably the credit card bill that will be in the mail shortly," you say, with a smile and a chuckle.<br />
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"Fine... yes.... I shopped..." I admit, "but you need to go out until I can change into what I bought, so I can show you." With that, I carefully back you out of the bedroom and close the door.<br />
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All I can hear, through the door, is "okay... I guess I will just wait out here until you are ready to show me" before I hear you stomping off to the livingroom, like a little kid.<br />
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I wait until you are gone before going over to the bed and grabbing the bags of new treasures.<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-70049638488353320332014-10-03T18:26:00.001-05:002014-10-04T06:58:15.121-05:00Little things I likeI long for your touch and how you make me feel.<div><br></div><div>Your take me in your arms and pull me close. As we come together, you cover my mouth with yours and I melt in your touch. As your hot breath surges deep inside me, I slide my arms around you and hold us close.</div><div><br></div><div>I feel your hands slide down my back and stop to rest on my ass. I can feel your warm hands through the fabric of my yoga pants.</div><div><br></div><div>We stand together, our bodies pressed together, as our mouths remained joined. Your hands grab me tighter and pull me firmly to you. I can feel your body starting to long hungrily. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-31935445979575970792014-09-27T19:12:00.001-05:002014-09-27T19:12:03.663-05:00Longing for youIt's been so long since that first chance encounter. I will never forgot how our paths initially were heading to the same destination, but there was a slight bend in the road. For a length of time, our paths did not cross, only pass by and run parallel. The two of us were from different worlds, but we shared so many of the same desires.<div><br></div><div>Once our paths crossed, we knew it was meant to be.</div><div><br></div><div>The first night we shared, you took me in your arms and held me tight. You kissed me with a passion that I never knew I could feel... Or that I would feel. For so long, I have been alone, not so much as a touch, let alone a kiss fueled with fire.</div><div><br></div><div>I remember walking into the room and how you pulled me close, wrapping your strong arms around me and holding me tight. </div><div><br></div><div>The feel of your lips on mine made me melt. I couldn't help but let myself become one with you, as your hands caressed me and your hit breath surged deep into me.</div><div><br></div><div>I felt weak in the knees, unable to hold myself up, under your strong touch...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-29995447399837689722014-06-08T22:08:00.001-05:002014-06-08T22:08:43.529-05:00Lost and aloneI have been away and I miss you.<div><br></div><div>I wish I knew where you were.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-15039501899414335232013-09-20T07:39:00.001-05:002013-09-20T07:39:06.655-05:00Stranger.....I know it's been forever since we have been here. It seems like an eternity since our last touch. My life has taken some twists and turns that have left me struggling to find my identity and my path.<div><br></div><div>The last few days have been filled with rain, thunder, and lightening. I still enjoy those things. I think about you... And about us... As the rain pours down and the thunder rumbles. I feel your strong arms around me, holding me close, as the thunder rolls above us. You hold me safe as the sound of the rain, combined with your soft breathing, and rhythm heartbeat bring me to my safe haven.</div><div><br></div><div>I miss being with you and I miss you.</div><div><br></div><div>Have you left me, or are you still here for me?</div><div><br></div><div>My love..........</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-34640633666138985052013-01-01T16:30:00.000-06:002013-01-01T16:30:14.456-06:00Thoughts of you<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You are in my mind... and on my mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I close my eyes as I lay down at night and think about you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The way you smile at me and the way you hold my hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I can't help but miss the way you smell when I am close to you, or the sound of your heartbeat as I lay curled up in your arms, my head on your chest.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I can't help but think about all the things we have and things we share.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Your quiet voice and the steadiness of the words you speak to me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Your hands are strong and warm to the touch, as you caress my skin and send goosebumps over my body.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The tenderness of your kisses as your lips caress mine, and the warmth of your breath as your lips move down my neck, softly, slowly, kissing me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I miss you right now, you are on my mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I miss you so much.</span><br />
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I close my eyes and long for your touch. I feel your fingers run down arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. I then feel as you take my hand, entwining your fingers with mine.<br />
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You told me you had a surprise... <br />
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It has been so long since I have been here... there has been so much happening that I am not sure which way my world is truly spinning.</div>
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In the past couple months, my family has gone on a church mission trip in miserable conditions, a stroke, another mini stroke, a pacemaker, a job interview, giving up a job of many years and friends I enjoy, a new job, starting high school, my next class, stress, anxiety, etc. It's been so rough and such a tangled web.</div>
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I joined a gym and have been trying to build myself up. I wish I knew which way I was spinning. I am hoping that working out would help me feel better. I was feeling good about myself, but am suddenly feeling negative. My head is spinning... </div>
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I miss you. I miss our talks. I miss the way you touch me and the way you caress me. I miss how your words handle me and excite me.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I miss it all... I hope you will be waiting with open arms. I want to feel your touch again.</span><br />
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sometimes.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-81602911812385295202012-04-10T07:27:00.001-05:002012-04-10T07:27:59.616-05:00Good morning<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Good morning my love.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am here, staring out the window, as the sun shines through. The bright sunlight, the soft white clouds. I can hear the birds singing through my open window, as the cats sit on their seats and chirp at the birds, as if talking to them.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I pull the fuzzy blanket back over me and close my eyes. I don't want to get up. I want to stay here, listening to the birds, as the house is still quiet and relatively dark.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's a good morning, but I still don't want to get up.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you were here beside me, I wouldn't have a reason to get out of bed. I would roll over and snuggle against your warm body, as your strong arms pull me close and hold me against you. My head resting on your chest, listening to your heart beat, listening to your breathing,</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-51166487378783182722012-04-03T07:03:00.001-05:002012-04-03T07:04:44.348-05:00TMI Tuesday 4/3/12<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/02/tmi-tuesday-april-3-2012/" target="_blank">TMI Tuesday: April 3, 2012</a></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sex on Fire</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This week’s TMI Tuesday questions focus on sexual desire.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>1. Answer the question: What makes you hot?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i style="color: magenta;">Being talked dirty to. Thinking about sex</i>.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>2. What is it that you want, when you look at porn?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a. To feel happy</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">b. To learn</div><div style="color: magenta; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>c. To relax, relieve tension</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">d. To orgasm</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>3. You’ve been asked to be a part of a porn movie production. Which job will you do? Why did you select that?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a. The star of the porn film–Doug Hardwicke or Fachina Istite</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">b. The director–staging the scenes and directing the actors, lighting, camera shots, etc.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">c. The fluffer–you’re in charge of keeping the actors “excited” about their work</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">d. The camera person getting all the tight, up in there, close shots</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i style="color: magenta;">E. can I be an observer, just enjoying? </i></b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>4. Right this very moment you are horny and are looking for a casual hookup for sex. Under which, of the following headings, would you place your ad?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>(w=woman, m=man, t=transexual/transvestite)</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i style="color: magenta;">w4m</i></b>, m4w, m4m, <b><i style="color: magenta;">w4w</i>,</b> t4m, m4t, w4t, t4w, t4mw, mw4t, mw4mw, mw4w, mw4m, w4mw, m4mw, w4ww, m4mm, ww4m mm4w m4ww, w4mm</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>5. From now on, ’til the end of time you will be able to experience sexual pleasure via a single method. From the list below, choose that method. Why did you make that choice?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a. Vaginal penetration</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">b. Anal penetration</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">c. Masturbation with your fingers/hand</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">d. Masturbation with a single favorite sex toy. What is the toy?</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">e. Being masturbated (e.g. fingered, hand-job) by the fingers/hands of another person</div><div style="color: magenta; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>f. Body Touching from another–full body massage, caressing, kneading, licking, sucking, biting, etc but no insertion of anything in any orifices.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">g. Oral sex</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i style="color: magenta;">I love the feeling of being touched and how it makes me feel. It's very sensual and exciting.</i></b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Bonus: What’s the sexiest thing you did this past weekend? Got any pics or a vid? :D ;p</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i style="color: magenta;"><b>Nothing... was in bed sick... </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">————-</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Happy TMI Tuesday!</div><br />
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Many apologies to my readers. I will be back soon. The bumps are starting to smooth out and I will return...<br />
Terry Anne<br />
XoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-53141061567332652002012-01-30T10:29:00.001-06:002012-01-30T10:34:36.544-06:00Watching...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You tell me you were watching me. You were watching what Sir was doing to me. You saw the ropes, you saw the clamps. How did that make you feel? What was going through your head? Did you enjoy what you saw? Did it turn you on? When it was all done, did you have a smile on your face? Was your body hungry? Did you want it to never end?</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-87134862836773208262012-01-30T09:52:00.001-06:002012-09-19T18:56:56.487-05:00formspring.meAsk me questions about ANYTHING - Just ask... <a href="http://www.formspring.me/sexythoughts" target="_blank">http://www.formspring.me/sexythoughts</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-48725070244322013082012-01-30T09:50:00.001-06:002012-09-19T18:57:25.518-05:00How do you feel about Britney Spears?<div class="formspringmeAnswer">
I think she is a great musician</div>
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<a href="http://www.formspring.me/sexythoughts?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Anything you would like to ask...</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-75291596191127853322012-01-26T18:55:00.000-06:002012-01-26T18:55:32.305-06:00Body is yearning<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I came home from work and this has been a week of high stress, anxiety, angry, frustration, and all the other shit that goes along with it.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">By body is exhausted, but for some reason, tonight, while watching tv and drinking a glass of wine, I could feel the craving of my body. My body wanted to be fed so bad. I wanted to be touched and held. I wanted to feel someone kiss me tenderly and stroke my cheek.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Instead, I got out one of my toys. Not the one I wanted, but it worked. I was able to release the stress and anxiety, feeling better.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">But here I am...</div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-6022974354293092382012-01-25T20:23:00.001-06:002012-09-19T18:57:13.671-05:00Can true love be found online?<div class="formspringmeAnswer">
Yes, I believe its possible. You learn about the person inside, not the exterior... but you need to be cautious.</div>
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<a href="http://www.formspring.me/sexythoughts?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Anything you would like to ask...</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-48146740949295183152012-01-20T19:30:00.000-06:002012-01-20T19:30:45.652-06:00Body image of sexy?<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you hear the word "sexy", what comes to mind?</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What do you imagine?</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What does that word mean to you?</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What is "sexy" to you?</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do you feel sexy?</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-82568770551899483812012-01-20T19:25:00.000-06:002012-01-20T19:25:23.907-06:00Writing<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have always enjoyed writing. It helps me express my feelings and release what is going on it my mind... body... and soul. I have so many feelings and emotions rushing through me and no way to express them. I write. I write about what is in my mind, what is in my heart, what I am stressed about, what I feel confused about. I don't always like how I feel or even who I am. I do not have the best view of myself or my body. I guess that, in my writing, I can feel good and not worry about what people think of my body or my looks. I have been told I am pretty, but I can't see that. My own body image is low and writing helps me to get past that, where I can be whoever I want to be and be as pretty as I want to be.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Writing is my outlet, my release...</div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-58652331758279847342012-01-19T19:41:00.000-06:002012-01-19T19:41:49.321-06:00Kinda HNT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluOkQ-OFCpgUcxSHqbNnCTV9rXU4WYD1lRxmhp_IkgMmhn1HyQSGQVz4mqj-i5c972Aw7rurJEJQzwSz2rJbH8fpuEdWK4N1FhRIvUINUwBJJvjEQ5AxPdcOWnLTIDH3vgKPiu5PsaJM/s1600/08+how+wet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="315" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluOkQ-OFCpgUcxSHqbNnCTV9rXU4WYD1lRxmhp_IkgMmhn1HyQSGQVz4mqj-i5c972Aw7rurJEJQzwSz2rJbH8fpuEdWK4N1FhRIvUINUwBJJvjEQ5AxPdcOWnLTIDH3vgKPiu5PsaJM/s320/08+how+wet.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-66659412555278318582012-01-17T07:36:00.000-06:002012-01-17T07:36:39.496-06:00Feel<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I think about what you taught me and how you have made me your student. The thought about those feelings make my body crave the touch and power. I sit here, at my computer, typing this, as the thoughts and words make my pussy cry and tingle. I want to feel more. I want to feel the excitement. My body hungers as it thinks about the lessons you have taught and what I have learned. I close my eyes and imagine the touch and the feel as you caress and pet me. I close my eyes and let my body sigh, but only around the feelings of hunger.</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85954/terryanne/ba3327e8da96debb5b9accd415888dd6.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756677716819422.post-66701163922374814472012-01-16T18:18:00.003-06:002012-01-16T18:19:19.160-06:00Tell me what goes through your mind...<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">When you look at this photo, what goes through your mind?</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">What would happen next?</div><br />
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