It scares me when I have nothing to say, because I always have something to say.
I just woke up from a nap, and I swear to God I had an orgasm in my sleep. You should see me, I'm glowing. Has that ever happened to anyone else? I wish it would happen more often. An orgasm I don't have to work for, how sweet is that?
I still remember my first orgasm. Me and Tony were going at on his bed. I was workin it and we were sweating like pigs, then "IT" happened. The first thought I had? "This is that feeling I would get when I climbed the pole on the jungle gym!!!!!" Good Lord, how I LOVED to "climb the pole" just for that special feeling I got down there. Everyone else wanted to play on the swings, not me, I wanted to climb poles. Oh those were the good ol' days. Climbing poles and hoping no one noticed that I had stopped halfway up and was shaking from head to toe. Now I have my very own pole I can hop on anytime I'd like. How sweet is that?
For having nothing to say, I think I have said too much.
Posted by yvonne at May 12, 2003 04:30 PM | TrackBackLOL!!!
I've had it happen a few times, but damn, do I ever wish it was more often!
Posted by: Babz on May 12, 2003 05:08 PM [ link it ]That's why this girl I had the hots for was constantly on the Jungle Gym... I wish I knew that 20 years ago. :(
Posted by: Shane on May 12, 2003 05:47 PM [ link it ]Yvonne, I have the perfect gift for you. I posted about this a while back on my blog, but I think it's appropriate to shed light on here...
Posted by: Mike on May 12, 2003 08:53 PM [ link it ]:) well, i'm just gonna keep my mouth shut...hehe
Posted by: Lilly on May 13, 2003 09:50 AM [ link it ]Well I'm NOT gonna keep my mouth shut :p hehehe.
I'm TOTALLY with Yvonne on this one.
Poles, gym ropes, doors and rope swings. You couldn't keep me off em as a kid (and even now I like a good pole climb).
When the big fat gym ropes would come out at school I'd go all quivery with excitement at the anticipation of getting my jollies from the climb (hiding the stiffy when I got down was embarrasingly difficult). I'd climb the pole in the park on the way home from school (the gym rope wasn't enough) and grip it for dear life as I shimmied frantically in place, without getting higher, as the wave of intense eye-rolling pleasure rushed through me.
Then I'd climb the door when I got home by holding onto the handle and humping up and down on the edge till my groin was hit with the best orgasms I've EVER had!
Oh I miss those carefree days of pleasure on the poles :(
Thanks Yvonne. Please email me for more.
Posted by: Dave on May 21, 2003 10:36 AM [ link it ]