TMI Thursday: #61 May 6, 2010
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Although LiLu has retired, I have decided to let the legend live on… So prepare yourself for the disgusting, naughty, and downright wrongness that is TMI Thursday.
This week’s TMI is short and sweet, people.
Because while this is monumental, there is no need to be wordy.
It has happened.
#61? As of this week, is no longer applicable.
Huzzah!!
TMI Thursday – You think explaining a hickey is awkward? April 8, 2010
Posted by jeneypeney in being appropriate is overrated, i'm a moron, love bites, sexy time, TMI Thursdays.7 comments
Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!
Sadly, this week will be the final TMI Thursday. LiLu is throwing in the towel after a long, glorious run and going out on top… because missionary is boring.
So Mom? Click this link.
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When it comes to being ::ahem:: intimate… I’m a bit of a submissive person.
Considering I am such a strong and dominant person in every day life, having someone tell me what to do and pull my hair a bit turns me on. A lot.
Don’t judge me.
A couple years ago I was at home for the summer and headed out one weekend for a friend’s cook out.
While perusing the fried chicken and noodle salad, I happened across a very attractive cousin of hers. Of course, we began to flirt shamelessly and played the eye sex game all day.
By the time the sun set and the libations emerged in full force, we had found the bedroom in the basement.
I don’t think you need me to spell it out for you, do I?
I do? Seriously?
Ugh. Alright.
I had the roughest, most wild night of my life. Honestly, it was the kind of sex that you see in the movies. Scratching, biting, hair pulling… wild.*
After I returned home on Sunday afternoon and was perusing the fridge for sustenance, my mother walked up behind me, pulled over a strap from my tank top and asked,
“Is that a bite mark?”
Oh. Shit.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think the excuse “It’s a monkey bite.” would have actually worked.
* If you’ve read my 100 Facts, you know I didn’t fully enjoy my night. But it was still a helluva romp.










