Well she does seem to have somewhat of duel personality She writes soft-core porn worthy of a Harlequin romance yet remains unspoiled herself – I say go for it:cheers2:
Why on earth would I talk during it? I do. I actually have a guy friend trying to convence me to have sex with him. It's very confusing because I still have those romantic tendancies and I know he would be there and all because he always always has been, but I still don't want to give it up to someone I'm not in love with and who isn't in love with me. Wow... That was too much sharing of emotions.
I dunno, some people talk. You just make sure to not talk before, during, or after. Don't fuck the guy. He won't pay you. I'll buy you dinner.
I wont talk. I withdraw when things get 'hotter', I suppose. Then that usually ruins shit and I never do anything bad. The only reason I ever would is because I trust him more than anyone I know and he knows more about me than anyone. I need to stop sharing!
You'll probably regret it if you just have it with some random dude. You might also like it too much and then grow into a slut with no personality. All in all... Good job on the not talking.
Nick isn't random. I've known him for 6 years. He's pretty much my best friend seeing as he's the only one I talk to anymore. Or I could just hire a Hoodoo doctor to put a curse on me that has if I ever turn into a slut, i'll just straight up not find sex pleasurable. I think of the positives.
Your best friend wouldn't be trying to con you into sex. But ehh, whatever, do it if you really want to. No doctor can cure you from the slut disease... ask any slut. The doctor gives them some cream, but the sores always come back.
lol duel personality, you seem to be straight up bipolar or something. like stay away from the herb you don't want to have a schizophrenic break. but hey! i like my ladies a lotta bit freaky so just keep up that belly dancing and start on with the bad decisions in your formative years. when you're old enough and as emotionally detached as any normal psycho... then you can say all the freakky shit you want when we swimming naked in a sea of sheets. just as long as you turn up the euro trance music so the neighbors can't hear the screams.