Dick Drought So today is my 50th birthday. And I am suffering the longest dick drought of my adult life. So long that I'm starting to wonder if I am ever going to have sex again. I went out with my friends last night to celebrate and some random 26 year old latched on to our group and started buying us (all 8 of us) shots. He followed us from bar to bar, buying shots, telling my friends how much he liked me and all I could think was, "are you fucking kidding me?" Just once I would like to meet someone even remotely close to my age. But anyway, I digress... So I think it's happened...I think I may be over the youngsters. I really think I am. I couldn't even listen to that dude last night because every time I looked at him, my brain went "WHY?" so loud that it drowned him out. He's joining us at the next place? "WHY?" He is ordering another round? "WHY?" He's trying to talk to me? "WHY" And its not so much of a "suspicious" WHY as it is an "I don't give a fuck" WHY. Y'all know I am the original WHY Girl. This is kinda scary. A total paradigm shift. Before, I would have asked him why. I would have been truly interested in his answer. He would have amused me. I would have contemplated sleeping with him. Now...I just don't give a fuck. Maybe I'm bored with playing cat and mouse and always being the cat. Has apathy killed the cat? Or maybe I wanna be the mouse for a change. OR maybe I'm looking for a Lion. This is very unsettling. So GROUP, in honor of my birthday, to maybe help me get over the biggest case of blahs I've ever had, and to maybe give me some hope for the future, GO GET LAID! Hopefully everyone gets Monday off and can enjoy a long holiday weekend. DO IT FOR ME! More importantly, DO IT FOR YOUR COUNTRY! Then come back and tell me all about it!

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Think You Like Black/White, Huh? More than a few threads here have elicited many views on what attracts us to each other (meaning black to white, white to black). Let’s accept for the moment that, as many have pointed out, it’s the person underneath that ultimately makes the attraction real and stick, not the race. Often, however, the racial contrast is key, be that contrast visually, societally, or purely sexually based diversity. Then we have our Dolezal sample of white having successfully passed for black for years. And my favorite thing to love and hate – the ‘one drop’ rule, where as long as there is one drop of non-white blood in your ancestry, you’re considered black. This always brings me back to the question of not just what is black, but what does it mean? Of course, the answers depend on whether you’re talking history or politics or sociology, etc., etc. Let me be clear: I’M TALKING ABOUT PURE, UNADULTERATED, DIED-IN-THE-WOOL SEX, GETTING’ IT ON, SQUIRTIN’ (BOTH FEMALE AND MALE VARIETIES), MIND BLOWIN’ FUCKING!!! What does race really mean? To put a different spin on it, please put yourself in this situation: the year is 2090. You were frozen and recently thawed out. The 4-5 generations of racial mixing, already accelerating at a furious pace in 2015, has progressed so far that you cannot tell who is what. Men look like the picture on the left and women look like the Time Magazine cover from about 10 years ago. Do you know what “race” these two are? For sex’s sake – and you’re one horney ass motherfucker after 75 years with no dick or pussy – you want some black dick BAD or ride some white pussy HARD. What do you do? How do you feel? What did/does it really mean to want that black or white for sex’s sake?

Today I want to share with you one of my pleasures, I would think that many enjoy the same thing, the act of secretly masturbating knowing that someone could find you, and possibly end up fucking me. I would love to know what your fantasies are

True Confessions I truly value all the active members of this group (especially the men) and have learned so much from y'all...so here goes: I hooked up with an acquaintance about a month ago...it wasn't great, it wasn't terrible. I thought there was potential there, he's been hitting me up since, but I was too busy. So I met him this week after he surprised me with some pretty sexy texts, etc. dramatic organ music DUN DUN DUN WORST...SEX...EVER...IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE! This was about, oh, a million times worse than an "Ugh,WTF was I thinking" moment....he started by trying to stick his dick in me w/o a condom and when I dodged it, told me he was caught up in the moment and he trusts me...I said, "why in the hell would you trust ANYONE, much less me?" And it just snowballed from there...told me he liked fucking me because "you're older and you don't seem like you do this very often and you're pretty." Of course, all I heard was OLDER...I was rapidly losing my lady boner, so I climbed off him. Then he tried to give me a little manual stimulation and I realized he has NO IDEA where a clitoris is...had his finger halfway inside me, and asked if that was my clit...I said no, its on the OUTSIDE and I closed my eyes, trying not to laugh at him, but he thought I was closing my eyes in ecstasy and thought I was getting close, so he was basically rubbing my clit like he was using an pencil eraser...I finally took his hand off me and said that I'd had enough...then he told me that he's never been with a woman that was so difficult to get off...I said, "define difficult?" He said I was only the second woman in his life that didn't cum within the first few minutes. Before I could stop myself, I said, "they were lying to you and faking it." (I sincerely apologize to all you ladies who DO, in fact, cum quickly and please know that I am jealous as all fuck) Luckily for him, I recognized the fact that I was about to lose my shit, so I started getting dressed. He said something else about how I must not do "this" very often, being an older woman. Then my ears started buzzing and I knew it was time for me to GO. He walked me to my car and seemed genuinely puzzled by my silence...I really believe he is fucking clueless! He's a really nice guy...really funny...super smart...I'm completely baffled as to why he thinks I'm an old maid that doesn't ever get laid...AND how in holyfuckinghell do you live to be 36 years old and not know where a clit is?!?!?! I was shocked when I checked the clock before I left and saw I'd only been there 39 minutes...longest 39 minutes of my life. So here's my dilemma: do I A) tell him how fucking bad it was? Because someone needs to school him, it just isn't going to be me, or B ) do I keep my mouth shut? or C) do I just tell him it was me and not him?

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Small Town Bullshit Last night, an acquaintance of mine made it very clear that he is interested in me...even as a card-carrying member of Team Naive, I could not mistake his not-so-subtle hug with his hand lingering in the small of my back...telling me, "so good to see you, lets hang out...call me" Then I catch both my girlfriends giving me The Look. Pleading with their eyes for me not to poison the water...I'll admit it, that dude is a little too close for comfort in all directions, but damn, do they really think that I'd do that? It would be like I was fucking one of their kids or something..in this town, there is much less than six degrees of separation. So whats the worst/best (however you wanna look at it) scenario for you? Did you know in advance that you were fucking your best friend's kid, or their sibling or their ex-spouse, or did you find out later?

Tales from the Christmas Crypt I will admit that I have been The Mother of all Grinches this holiday season. I got so sick of, "oh, you're kids are gone? You should come over for Christmas brunch/lunch/supper/dirty Santa! It'll be fun!" Paired with no-one-should-be-alone-on-Christmas puppy dog eyes and it has just been too much. I understand and certainly appreciate well intentions, but give me a fucking break already. Always being the third wheel gets old. And always getting the "extra gift for last minute stragglers" gets old. BTW, how many of you have been given the extra gift and what was it? Over the years I've gotten a miniature canned ham, a bottle of nasty perfume, a pair of tube socks, a clip-on headlamp, Gorilla Glue, a BMW license plate ringer (which I still don't get-why would you have a BMW ringer if you don't drive a BMW!?!) I could go on and on. Note to people who keep an "extra gift for last minute stragglers" wrapped and ready: Booze, tobacco or food is the way to go. So you get my point-I've been in a BAD mood. I just wanted to stay home, eat potato chips and watch movies. So my GF starts pestering me to go out. We text back and forth all afternoon, she's all Pollyanna and I'm all Grinchy, squashing her hopes and dreams. Finally she says, "I'm might meet the man of my dreams tonight, and it would be the perfect Christmas to hang out with the both of you!" And then it happened: I realize that she's right, Christmas night is the best time to meet someone in a bar... suddenly my small heart grows three sizes larger. I decide to go, I even fluffed up my bed, because, ya know, if you build it they will come and all that...we hit a few bars and eventually wind up at our favorite place. I'm feeling more and more unGrinch-like, happy to be out, enjoying the music and I get up to go to the bar. An arm snakes around my shoulders and a deep voice whispers in my ear, "wanna do a shot of tequila with me?" My heart stops. I think, COULD this really be a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE? I turn to see who goes with the very attractive, muscled arm and the sexy voice, and I'm gripped in a perfect hug, and the sexy voice says, "Merry Christmas!" I strain my neck (damn this guy is tall) to see his face and realize that I am looking at one of my friends' sons. Her very handsome, very happy to see me son. My newly enlarged heart shrivels a bit, but I go with the flow, have a drink and look interested while he tells me all about college. He gives me a kiss on the cheek, another hug and leaves. I think, "Whew, that was close. Now bring on the strange men!" AND IT HAPPENS TWICE MORE Y'ALL. Each time I got a bit excited, only to be looking at one of my friend's kids....each time my heart shriveled a little more. I went home and crawled into my fluffed bed alone, with my tiny re-shrunken Grinch heart. Fuck My Life

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Sooooo..... I'm out with friends Saturday, not a planned evening, but one where everyone just showed up at the same place...me, another woman that I would totally do if I was into chicks-and three guys were the last people standing at 1:30. A quick survey was taken to assess how recently any of us had been on a "real" date...as it always happens, the conversation went straight into the gutter, with everyone talking at once. I vaguely hear one of the guys saying something about "tight pussy" and then my GF brings it all to a screeching halt when she says, "I hate to let you in on this secret, but if her pussy is THAT tight, she just isn't into you. When we are into fucking you, we get wider and deeper and wetter." (have I said how much I love this girl?) BOOM. I got three guys looking at me for confirmation and I realize one more time that most people are painfully ignorant about female anatomy...anyhoo family, tell me when you last went on a real date. When you were sincerely interested in someone and wanted to get to know them. Did you pick them up or meet somewhere? Was it a dinner date? Who paid the tab? How long did it last? Was there chemistry and anticipation of seeing them again? I'm basically talking about a stereotypical 1950's date. OR feel free to digress onto the tight/snug/loose pussy topic, since we seem to prefer baser conversations!