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</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-23088312335592435992011-08-09T00:01:00.002-04:002011-08-09T00:01:08.050-04:00Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Hey bitches! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Over the next week or so, </div><div style="text-align: center;">you are going to see some crazy shit happening over here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://scandalinthechoirloft.blogspot.com/">D is busy fucking</a> in every room of her new place, </div><div style="text-align: center;">so she is going to take a break.</div><div style="text-align: center;">[I'm hoping I can get her to pop in for a few guest posts, though.]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bare with me, though,</div><div style="text-align: center;">[see what I just did there?] </div><div style="text-align: center;">because some exciting shit is about to go down!!</div>Just Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18160679896865731357noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-59037156682623329682011-08-08T09:57:00.000-04:002011-08-08T09:57:14.517-04:00What Makes a Hunk?<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Today we are hearing from Lydia over at <a href="http://sensualride.blogspot.com/">Sensual Ride</a>. She writes an awesome erotica centered book blog and today she's talking to us about what makes a hunk.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<b><u><i>What Makes a Hunk?</i></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
What do you first think when you hear “erotica”?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Sex?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Well, yes. I’ll give you that one. However, I was leaning more towards the men. The hunk, or hunks, of the erotica novel. So…what makes an erotica hunk? What makes us drool, pant, wet, and wanting more?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">To be honest, I can’t answer that as everyone has different tastes. I could say it’s a dominate man that’s not afraid to tie the woman up and give her a few spankings for being a bad girl, and you could scoff and close the window. And we don’t do that do we? No.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">So, these are some things I think make an erotica hunk. And I’m going with just a regular M/F couple here since it will keep it simple.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Number 1: Personality<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Like the plot of the story, the hero is just as important. We have to somehow connect with the hero whether he’s a Dom in a BDSM story or just an average man attracted to the heroine. He can’t just appear on the page, ravish his partner, and then leave. That’s what the quick reads are for. The quick fuck we need, not caring about the characters; just caring about the sex. Hell, the characters could be strangers for all I care.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I won’t say he has to be sweet because lets face it; some women want a bad boy. And the right bad boy would be a bastard to everyone, but as soon as he looks at his woman, he’d do about damn near anything because she has him wrapped around her pretty little finger.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Number 2: Alpha<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">He has to be strong, and not just physically, but emotionally. He has to have strength that keeps him going, keeps him in the chase for the one he’s after. He can’t just give up and be a wimpy ass because the girl said no to a date. It’s why she said no to his sorry ass in the first place. Though, if he started becoming a stalker we’d have problems.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">He can be a silent Alpha because everyone knows, the silent types are always the freakiest and the ones who most surprise you. He can be a geek who has social issues for all I care, but when it gets the bedroom, I want him to be able to dominate that woman. And not only that, but he has to be able to step up when it’s time.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And like any good Alpha, he knows when it’s a good time to let another take the lead. He has to know that he can’t dominate each and every time, but let the woman lead. That’s right, he has to know when it’s time to let her tie him down and ride him till he’s stupid and speaking gibberish. It’s a win-win for both I think.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Number 3: Mind blowing<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">At the beginning, I said that when you hear “erotica” you think sex. And let’s be honest, no one wants to read an erotica where the sex is tame or even mediocre.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The hunk has to have a way of pleasuring their woman that makes sure they never go to anyone else. Even when their having a quickie, they have to leave their woman, and us, weak in the knees and breathless. Yes, the emotion adds to the pleasure; however, we, and the characters, don’t always have time for making love. Some moments call for a quick fuck.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">They also have to be willing to try something different or pushing the woman to see how far she can go. And when I say push, again, I don’t mean the whole Dom thing by tying her down and spanking. That would go under trying things. No, when I say pushing her, I mean something like prolonging orgasms. See how long they both can hold back and to come to one major orgasm, or how many orgasms he can give her before she cries uncle and is contemplating putting on a temporary chastity belt so he can keep his hands to himself just so she can sleep.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">There are more points to an erotica hunk, like his physic, but that’s pretty given. I mean, have you ever seen an erotica cover with a chubby guy. Don’t get me wrong, chubby men need love too, but the hunk has to be…well a hunk. He has to be fit. The woman doesn’t really matter. In fact, I like reading an erotica novel with a woman with some meat on her bones - more to love - since not all women are a slim, blond hair, blue eyed skank. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Now, if anyone finds a man that fits the erotica hunk characteristics, send his ass my way. I could use a hunk to ravish.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-4957703431026753762011-08-05T08:49:00.000-04:002011-08-05T08:49:14.170-04:00It's Friday!<center><a href="http://badgirlbloggers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="BadGirlBloggers"><img alt=" ScandalintheChoirLoft " src=" http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae253/Dscandal/BGBFFbutton.jpg" /></a> <center><br />
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</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">1. What makes you a Bad Girl? </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Probably the fact that I've probably lived longer than the rest of you. I've had 3 major brushes with death, two of which required me to use my wits to get out of. The other was just dumb luck. If you reach 54 and you've had as much fun, been to as many places, met as many fucking awesome people, and had sex with them as I have I would say that makes me pretty fucking "bad". Or good, if you look at things that way.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">2. What would you say is your theme song?</span> </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">This really sound really stupid I suppose, because it's not a hip hop or punk song. But it's one that I thing describes me to a T. And that's the song "Always a Woman" by Billy Joel.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">3. Where is the baddest place you have ever had sex? </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">On the wing of an F-15 fighter jet. The wind was blowing, we were scared as shit that we'd get caught, there were people working all around us and they never knew. Of course it was night time, but it was sooooo fucking awesome.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">4. What are your top 3 picks for sex positions?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"> </span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Doggie style, scissors, and ME on top !</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">5. Why did you start blogging? </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">2 years ago. It started out as a way to get the truth out about what really happened at a place I worked, then blossomed into an avenue to "tell the world" the awesome story of ME.. And to get all the demons out of my head.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">6. What do you do when you are not blogging?</span> </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">For recreation? I do some crafts, ride the motorcycle, work on the trike my hubby and I are building, I read, oh, and go to swing clubs and house parties and fuck strangers because it's fun.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">7. Who is your favorite Bad Girl in history? Why? </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Another weird answer.....but I'm going to say Princess Diana. I think that she was just coming into her own at being a "bad" girl. I feel that if she hadn't died, she would have gone down in history as truly one of the most influential women in the world. As it is, look how famous she is for having endured a loveless marriage, having two great boys, and all the charity works she did. If she'd have had enough time, she would have ROCKED the world. I know she was looking for love, but her spirit was an untapped well of "badness". Hell, she should become an honorary Bad Girl just for sleeping with Charles....Uugh !</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">8. Can you describe a Bad Girl moment you have had? </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">I am honestly not trying to toot my own horn, because I don't like to do that. I've always been a woman that leads by example instead of taking out a billboard to announce my "coolness". Whether in the military or management positions that I've held. If you can believe it, I was a manager for a Wendy's back in the 80's. The store I ran was one of the worst ones in that region. I worked my ass off, and everyone else's asses off to get it cleaned up, and run right. Then, we got a surprise visit from Dave Thomas (the founder) who personally congratulated me for the job. I was nearly busting with pride. I probably could have gone on to a great career with that company, but I went back in the Air Force because I missed it. LOL Maybe that would be a "dumb ass" moment.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">9. Thongs, hipsters or none?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"> </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Hipsters. Although I will wear the others, I prefer hipsters. There are some really sexy ones. Plus, I don't like to wear butt floss (thongs) because my ass looks like I have hail damage !</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">10. Can you suggest a Bad Girl to us? Why her?</span> </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;">I know one, but I don't think she would "come over to the dark side" with us. She's led a life that is FULL of badness, but she has kinda left that behind her now. But I try to tell other girl bloggers about this awesome bunch-o-bitches !!!</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-53006799447750101932011-08-02T17:01:00.000-04:002011-08-02T17:01:54.608-04:00Help!Hey guys!<br />
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I'm scaling back my non-income activities and The Bad Girls needs at least one more member to help pick-up the slack. If you are interested e-mail us. Hell, we may need more than one! But I don't have the heart to let it sit complacent again.<br />
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</center><center><a href="http://www.lifeofsaucyb.com/">Saucy B</a></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lifeofsaucyb.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i1026.photobucket.com/albums/y328/SaucyBlog/Button.jpg" /></a></div><center><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Allow me to demonstrate…</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> 90F Mostly cloudy skies. Hot and humid. Scattered thunderstorms likely. Chance of precipitation 70%.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> It will be the meteorological equivalent of ass outside today. Put down the flat iron and pick up the scrunchy. It’s totally not worth the effort.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">40F Rain, heavy at times. Windy. Chance of precipitation 80%.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s going to be total shit outside today. Do yourself a favor - pop in a good movie, pour yourself a drink and just sit this one out.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">85F Sunny with clear skies. Chance of precipitation 0%.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Girls, get yourselves to the salon and get your cha chas waxed because you’re going to want to put on a bathing suit and catch some rays today.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">98F Mostly sunny skies. Hot and humid. Heat index near 110F. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tit sweat is imminent. If you love granny, keep her inside in the air conditioning. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">25F Sunny. Clear skies. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Colder than a witch’s tit.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> 15F Partly sunny skies. Windy. Feels like 10F. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl’s Version:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Colder than witch’s tit in a cast iron bra.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> 4F Mostly cloudy. High winds. Feels like: -2F </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Colder than a witches tit in a cast iron bra on the shade side of a mountain. Oh for fuck’s sake, just do NOT go outside today unless you want to freeze your balls off! </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> 30F Cloudy with heavy snow showers. Accumulation of 16 - 18” expected.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Brace yourselves, school is going to be closed and those little fuckers probably aren’t going back for a good two days. Cigarettes? Smoke’m if you got’em. Xanax prescription? Make sure that shit is refilled.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Traditional Forecast:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> 75F Sunny with clear skies. Light breeze. Chance of precipitation 0%. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bad Girl Version:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Go call out sick. It’s to going to be way too nice outside to waste the day rotting in your office. And let’s be honest, you really didn’t want to deal with your douche of a boss today anyway. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
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<center><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">1. What makes you a Bad Girl? </span></b></span></div></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I try to live without regrets. If I see it and I want it, I go for it. Does that make me a bitch? Probably. Who the fuck cares.</span></center><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">2. What would you say is your theme song? </span></b></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A number of songs by P!nk. So What, Raise your glass,U & UR Hand. I have a whole list of her crazt, 'Fuck you, I'm gonna be me' songs. These days I am also digging Bad girlfriend by Theory Of A Dead Man. No one song can describe me.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">3. Where is the baddest place you have ever had sex?</span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I had sex with one of my coworkers in my ambulance, and next door at the police department. I also had sex with my ex on the hood of his parents Camero during a holiday party. I love that thrill of getting caught and/or losing my job over it.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">4. What are your top 3 picks for sex positions? </span></b></div></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Does 'yes-please' count as an answer? Me on top, doggie-style, and this one where I am kind of on my side, but kind of on my back - don't know what it's called. I've only had one person do it and it's awesome. </span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">5. Why did you start blogging? </span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I started writing because friends talked me into it. I had people waiting by their phones to hear about my dates... I really seem to find the winners. Look at the crap that happens to me! I feel like writing a book is a lot of stress, and I dont' think that I'm that great of a write. Plus, blogging is immediate satisfaction. I'm all about that.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">6. What do you do when you are not blogging?</span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A bunch of everything. I'm a mom, a great friend, a bartender, a flirter, a daughter, a traveler, a lover of fine things, a sister, a down-home girl, a sports nut, a firefighter/paramedic, a lover and a fighter. So when I'm not blogging, I'm just busy being my fabulous self.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">7. Who is your favorite Bad Girl in history? Why?</span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mae West, hands down. I know she gets used often as an answer, but she truly was an amazing woman. Who else goes to jail for corrupted morals? I am also a huge fan of Elizabeth Taylr. I loved the way she flipped through men. She seemed to wave them away with a flick of her wrist. She also lived her life without apologies. I admire that.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">8. Can you describe a Bad Girl moment you have had?</span> </b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hmm... I have seemed to have a lot the last couple of years. But i think having sex in the police station ranks right up there. It was after hours, and we really needed to get our freak on... we walked (ran) next door (our departments were connected), locked the door and had one of the best quickies of my life. Only after it was over did we look for security cameras... we dodged a damn bullet on that one.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">9. Thongs, hipsters or none? </span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I love hipsters and boy shorts. Thongs just irritate me. I feel like thongs were made for men. I prefer to wear what I think is sexy.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">10. Can you suggest a Bad Girl to us? Why her?</span></b></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Simmarah over at <a href="http://thedatingritual.com/">thedatingritual.com</a>. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">She isn't afraid to speak her mind, isn't afraid to take chances. Check her out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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It's Wicked Wednesday and I want to hear about your embarrassing or scandalous firsts. First time you had sex, first time you broke the law, (first time you broke the law and got caught) whatever story you have to tell! I remember the first time I snuck out of my house thinking that I was a bad-ass until I realized my mom was watching me the whole time. Yeah, way to go D.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<center style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">This week we are talking with <a href="http://naughtymommyreviews.blogspot.com/">Nanny Berry</a> from Naughty Mommy Reviews and Junk. Check out what she had to say and then go visit over at her place!</span></center><center style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><br />
</center><center style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><a href="http://naughtymommyreviews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="NaughtyMommyReviews"><img alt=" NaughtyMommyReviews " src=" https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vIR0Nfo7F9M/Td6Faqxp2yI/AAAAAAAABeA/5Rojh7xu9F8/s800/NMRJbanner.jpg" /></a></center><center style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></span></center><center style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">1. What makes you a Bad Girl? </span></b></span></center><center style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Well, I review sex toys for a living. I used to write naughty books, and still write dirty stories on my blog. I'm kind of obsessed with sex.</span></center><br />
<div style="color: #500050; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"></div><div style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">2. What would you say is your theme song? </span></b></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I don't really have one, but I've always liked Witchy Woman.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">3. Where is the baddest place you have ever had sex?</span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Um.. in the woods behind my aunt and uncle's house.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><div style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">4. What are your top 3 picks for sex positions? </span></b></div></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Doggie Style, Standing with him behind me, and one where I'm on my side and he's on his knees with one leg behind him and one up in the air.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">5. Why did you start blogging? </span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">To review sex toys, and bitch.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">6. What do you do when you are not blogging?</span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Housework, corral kids, wifely duties, boring stuff like that.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">7. Who is your favorite Bad Girl in history? Why?</span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mae West. She's just so witty.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">8. Can you describe a Bad Girl moment you have had?</span> </b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Uh... I don't know. I used to flash trucks off the over pass near my house.</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">9. Thongs, hipsters or none? </span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">All of the above, it depends on my mood or if it's laundry day.</span></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">10. Can you suggest a Bad Girl to us? Why her?</span></b></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jess from <a href="http://www.frellathon.com/">Jess Resides Here</a>.</span> She's an awesome blogger and naughty too!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-33547729009443329962011-07-13T09:42:00.000-04:002011-07-13T09:42:08.353-04:00Wicked Wednesday Questions!<center><a href="http://badgirlbloggers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="One Crazy Brunette Chick" src="http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af60/grafixwife1/Wicked-Wed.png" /></a> <center><textarea id="code-source" name="code-source" rows="3"><center><a href="http://badgirlbloggers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="One Crazy Brunette Chick" src="http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af60/grafixwife1/Wicked-Wed.png" /></a></center></textarea></center><center><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>Angels and Demons</b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Many of us have different personalities that we turn on or off around certain people. It’s just another way of keeping the peace. Sometimes, certain personalities are stronger than others, though.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Inside my being, I house an angel and a demon; a succubus, to be exact. These two have always been present, and my knowledge of them goes back as far as I can remember in my childhood.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">To most people in real life, and to my husband early on when we were dating, I appear as the typical Goody Two-shoes. My family has no idea about my succubus side, and my husband only found that out the year before we got married. Before that, I was his deliverance from depression, his saving grace. Often times, he’d call me his angel.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">As an empath, I care deeply for his feelings and health. I suppose, to others, I would look like June Cleaver. Honestly, nothing makes me happier than making my husband happy. I will always watch over him as his guardian angel. If anything is wrong, expect me to be there in a heartbeat.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Still, I’m a little trouble-maker, or so I’m told. I just like to play and mess around with him. When I try to pull the but-I’m-just-a-little-angel act, he’s quick to remind me of the ceramic pair of horns I have. Why would an angel have horns?</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Simple answer: the succubus took over and made me buy them. I’ve been horny ever since I can remember. Why not have something to represent that? Having a soft, warm body in bed next to me that could so easily be taken advantage of just spurs the succubus on further. It doesn’t matter what time it is, if he’s making a blanket tent, it’s an invitation to lick, suck, and pounce him with no other thought than the pursuit of pleasure.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So, what’s it like to have such conflicting personalities? They can easily cancel each other out, but the angel usually wins if there is some sympathy or improper company involved. Otherwise, it’s go time.</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And no, I don’t have multiple personality disorder. This is simply an explanation of two very different facets of my personality.</span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-51961308266327586632011-07-06T09:30:00.001-04:002011-07-06T10:59:45.782-04:00Wicked Wednesday!<center><a href="http://badgirlbloggers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><br />
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</center><center>Ok, so maybe another free for all week is lazy on my part but I've been moving this week so I'm asking for a pass :)</center><center><br />
</center><center>There are a few rules!</center><center>1) Post the button! It can be in the body of your post or visible in a side bar but the button must be visible :) (If you aren't sure how to do this e-mail me and I'll be happy to tell you how :) )</center><center>2) Post something that is bad girls material. Again, whether it is your own top ten, a naughty video, a scandalous picture, or just a bad-ass story- your choice. Don't just link-up to any old post though.</center><center>3) Link the post URL, not just your blog :)</center><center><br />
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<center>We're going to start a new little feature called "Talk to me Thursday" where we will ask "Bad Girls" to fill in the answers on our little questionnaire so we can get to know each other better. If you're interested in being featured just e-mail us and we will get you on the list!</center><center><br />
</center><center>This week we are talking with <a href="http://www.adventuresinestrogen.com/">Lady Estrogen</a>. you might remember her <a href="http://badgirlbloggers.blogspot.com/2011/01/lady-estrogens-pleasurable-experience.html">guest post</a> from January.</center><center><br />
</center><center><a href="http://adventuresinestrogen.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Adventures in Estrogen" border="0" src="http://www.adventuresinestrogen.com/images/Linky_Thumb4.png" width="180" /></a></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">1. What makes you a Bad Girl? </span></b></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The list is so long, I had to start a blog about it; you may have heard of it. hehe. The book is on its way!</span></center><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">2. What would you say is your theme song? </span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mutha Fukka on a Motorcycle by Machine Gun Fellatio (<a avglsprocessed="1" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGz0oyWJnks" style="color: #0065cc;" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/<wbr></wbr>watch?v=ZGz0oyWJnks</a>) It's so funky and rough. I love it! It better be played at my funeral, is all I'm saying.</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">3. Where is the baddest place you have ever had sex?</span></b></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">In the tall brush on the edge of a beach - midday - with families on the beach just a few feet away. My boyfriend had to keep his hand firmly over my mouth.</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">4. What are your top 3 picks for sex positions? </span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A. Doggie-style, by far, then B. Missionary, with him holding my ankles up high in the air, and C. Reverse scissors or spoon fucking. I'm not good with official terms, I'll just putting that designation out there. </span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">5. Why did you start blogging? </span></b></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I had so many weird stories and thoughts I wanted to write out before I started to forget them - which I'm sure will be happening any day now.</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">6. What do you do when you are not blogging?</span></b></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Design; chase around toddlers; slowly lose my mind... and think about what to blog next. I have a husband around somewhere, but I forgot where I put him last.</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">7. Who is your favorite Bad Girl in history? Why?</span></b></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Lady Godiva. She rode naked on a horse to protest her own husband's harsh taxes... in the 11th century! That is so bad ass; she's my hero. </span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">8. Can you describe a Bad Girl moment you have had?</span> </b></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I once went on a kids' jungle gym with my boyfriend after a night out and had sex on the enclosed platform area while his mother was waiting for us in the parking lot... she was early. Oops!</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">9. Thongs, hipsters or none? </span></b></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hipsters, definitely. I can't stand the feeling of material wedged up my crack; I don't care how sexy it's suppose to be, that shit just ain't worth it.</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">10. Can you suggest a Bad Girl to us? Why her?</span></b></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.lifeofsaucyb.com/">Saucy B!</a> </span>Because she really is saucy & she rocks my tits!</span></div><div><br />
</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-61608103355832416862011-06-29T10:19:00.000-04:002011-06-29T10:19:31.836-04:00Wicked Wednesday: No Rules!<center><a href="http://badgirlbloggers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="One Crazy Brunette Chick" src="http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af60/grafixwife1/Wicked-Wed.png" /></a> <center><textarea id="code-source" name="code-source" rows="3"><center><a href="http://badgirlbloggers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="One Crazy Brunette Chick" src="http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af60/grafixwife1/Wicked-Wed.png" /></a></center></textarea></center><center><br />
</center><center>So I've obviously lost my mind because it's Wicked Wednesday and today I've decided that there are no rules as to what you have to post about! Just link us up to your bad ass post and tell why you think it's worthy to wear the Wicked Wednesday badge! It has to be original, not a re-post, but aside from that you're good. </center><center><br />
</center><center>Ok, so maybe there were a few rules. </center><center><br />
</center><center>So go ahead, link-up your torrid tales of debauchery, or a video of your favorite bad girl anthem, maybe even a sexy pic you want to share! Hell, I'd love to see some top ten lists go up with this!</center><center><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. Cruel Summer. Come on, Bananarama?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">9. A Thousand Miles. Am I the only one who remembers this song? It just felt like summer to me.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">8. Carolina Girls. Are of course... the best ;)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">7. Shaggin' on the Boulevard. Gotta love Alabama and that Carolina Shag music!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">6. Soak up the Sun. Just a good one.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">5. California Gurls. I instinctivly want to roll down the windows when this song plays!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">4. Put the Lime in the Coconut. Coconut! Enough said!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">3.All Summer Long. Love this man, God help me.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">2. The Summer of '69. Bryan Adams was 10. He wasn't talking about the year ;)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">1. Escape. Who hasn't busted out with a little... "If you like Pina Coladas!"</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's FRIDAY!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was going to announce the winner of the prize pack today, but I decided not to. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Instead, I am going to give you the weekend to comment! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come back Monday for the winner, Bitches!!</div>Just Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18160679896865731357noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-33366151569838467442011-06-23T10:26:00.000-04:002011-06-23T10:26:35.176-04:00Guest Post from Rockin' Mama!<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>Hey there bitches. D is posting this for me today because my computer is still being a fuck tard. I have a special treat for you today. If you don't know <a href="http://twistedfate-rockinmama.blogspot.com/">Destiny</a> already, you are really missing out on a Bad Girl. Go follow her, and let me know [In a different comment] that you do, and get an extra entry in the giveaway!</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><center> <a border="0" href="http://twistedfate-rockinmama.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/dee419/burpII.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was a late bloomer across the board growing up. No boobs, ass, or sexual experience. So when it came time to have sex I obviously had no idea what to expect all I had to go was moves from watching Dirty Dancing and the horror stories from my whore bag friends because they were getting it on in middle school while I was always curious I was the last one in the group to “lose it”.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"> I started dating this guy freshmen year and even though I ran with whores I didn’t even do hard core sucking face till a year after we were together. It would take another year to pass before I actually went “all the way.” <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I knew his parents hated me so when he invited me over I was ify about being in his house while they weren’t home. I did all that I could just to be accepted by them, nothing worked, so I really didn’t have nothing to lose! So I thought.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I walk in and it was straight out of the fucking movies. Trail of rose petals leading down the stairs, into his bedroom, scattered across the WATERBED! Candles lit, and the cheesy fucking music playing. My heart starts to pump out of control; I’m freaking the fuck out. I want to run. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t. I loved this guy and he’s been good to me. Hell he’s the quarterback of the football team! No, I’m not the cheerleader bitch. I’m the “why is he with THAT girl?” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As paranoid as I am, I go with it anyway.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Interesting first time let alone experiencing it on a fucking waterbed. I can’t seem to concentrate on him or the romantic music because right by my head is the water swooshing back and forth….back and forth. The blankets start to creep so now not only do I hear nothing but the water, heavy breathing, my back is now against the cold ass bed. It lasted an entire 3-4min tops. I couldn’t help but think “is that IT?” This is what my friends have been doing for years now! WOW.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Aside from the pain I wasn’t told about the blood! So what do I do…FREAK! It’s everywhere! The condom looks like it was dipped in cherry pie, the blankets are a mess, and poor ME! I swear I thought I was going to die, and it was his fault. Of course he asks if I’m okay, but I can see the look on his face that he is pleased with the outcome. Bastard.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Over all “IT” was the best thing to happen to me, after that I was no longer the virgin of the group, I now understood all the jokes. I wasn’t like the rest of my friends either; I actually had a “good” experience according to them. It wasn’t in the backseat of a car. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If I knew it would only take a few minutes out of my life I probably would have had sex sooner, BUT I would have had to trade the experience for a shittier one. No thanks. I will keep the cold waterbed, swooshing water, and bloody aftermath. Best thing to happen to any 16 year old girl right.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-70328330836189545642011-06-22T10:42:00.000-04:002011-06-22T10:42:22.614-04:00Wicked Wednesday ~ Public Sex Edition<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: red; text-align: center;">Hey there bitches, sluts and whores!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">Public Sex.</div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">I want to read about it.</div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">Make me happy and link up!</div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">And guess.... Is mine fiction or not?</div><div style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Summer.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Perfect weather for a mini skirt and tank. Which is just how she was dressed walking into the 11:00pm showing of "The Incredibles".<br />
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They bought their tickets and walked in. 1st stop was for popcorn and drinks. "I'll be right back." she said as he paid the cashier. She leaned her head back for a kiss. He smiled as he leaned down to press his lips against hers. She turned toward the restroom and glanced over her shoulder. He was still smiling.<br />
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Stepping into a stall, she lifted her skirt and slid her pink lace panties down her legs. Running a finger down her slit, she tucked the panties into her purse. Licking her finger, she stepped back into the lobby and found him waiting. They walked into the show a few minutes after the previews started.<br />
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They sat in the middle seats. Not that the seats were limited. No one was there except them. He slid his arm around her as she reached into her purse. "Here." she whispered. She pressed a ball into his hand, and put her hand on his thigh. He opened his a..hand and her panties unrolled in his hand. "Now do you see why we had to see THIS movie?" she asked as she ran her hand up to cup his dick. </span></div><div style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As she spread her legs, the thin material of her skirt creeped up her thighs. Reaching over, she took his hand and guided it to her leg. "Lets have some fun, baby." she purred into his ear. He started walking his fingers up her thigh as the movie started.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">His fingertip brushed lightly against her bare pussy. She clenched her muscles and groaned. He pressed his finger against her clit and started tracing small circles on it. She had his pants unzipped and was taking his dick out by then. Turning in her seat, she placed her knees in it, and leaned forward. Taking his dick in her mouth, she slid her hand between her legs. slid her finger into herself, and then reached up rubbing her juices on his lips.</span></div><div style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He reached over her and found her pussy dripping. Her clit was as hard as a rock. She was thrusting her hips forward and back, trying to get him to fuck her with his finger while she continued to suck him, but he had other plans.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Running his fingers up her back, he wrapped them in her hair and pulled her head up. Pushing her back into her seat, he placed her ankles on the back of the seat in front of her and slipped onto the floor between them. His left arm wrapped around her leg so her could work her clit with his thumb. His tongue went deep in her hole.</span><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She couldn't stop her hips from moving, so she was rolling them up and down in time with his movements. His tongue traced her asshole a few times and she exploded on his face. "Your turn." She moaned as she pulled him to his seat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Sitting on his lap, she faced the movie screen. Sliding his dick up and down her slit to lube it up. Pressing her ass down, he slid into her pulsing pussy. His hands rubbing her nipples through her thin tank top. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking out his cum. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They could see themselves on the screen. Little did they know so could the film attendant in the booth.</span></div><span style="background-color: black;"></span><br />
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</script>Just Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18160679896865731357noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142551947012324280.post-62187431932244191622011-06-21T13:35:00.000-04:002011-06-21T13:35:46.610-04:00Top Ten Tuesday: Beach EditionSo how is everyone on this fine Tuesday? You know what I want right now? I want to go to the beach. I want to put on my swimsuit, slather myself in coconut tanning oil and lay in the sun all day. Of course I'm having to delay that little trip til late next month, but there are still a few things that just put me in the beach mood. So here are the Top Ten Things that can make me feel like I'm closer to the beach.<br />
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</div><div>10. A Tan. I fully intend to hit the tanning bed this week. Go ahead, warn away, I won't listen. I love a good tan, and I only indulge in the tanning bed once a year. Let's face it, I'm not taking this blinding white ass on the beach to stand out like a sore thumb. Nope, not gonna do it.</div><div><br />
</div><div>9. New tattoos. Don't ask why because I am not sure, but I seem to get my tattoos during beach season. Maybe because I show them off more? I don't know. I'm getting a new one next month! Yay!</div><div><br />
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</div><div>7. Riding with the windows down. I love to blare my music with the windows down and the wind messing with my hair. You can only do it in the summer and I love it!</div><div><br />
</div><div>6. Carolina Beach Music! Who doesn't love to shag? It's easy it's fun, and no matter who you are you just can't hate it!</div><div><br />
</div><div>5. Drinks with little Umbrellas. I love my liquor sweet with a cherry and an umbrella. It just feels like summertime.</div><div><br />
</div><div>4. Hammocks. I used to live in a place and we had a nice big hammock in the back yard. We lived near a creek so you could literally nap and hear the water flowing. It was awesome!! I miss the hammock.</div><div><br />
</div><div>3. New Sunglasses. The kind that cover half my face. I love Sunglasses!</div><div><br />
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</div><div>1. Coconut Oil. I am currently using coconut shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and lip balm all because the smell of coconut makes me think of the beach and of summer. (i.e. it makes me happy)</div></div><br />
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