I just spent the past hour debating on whether or not I could finalize this post ….. you, know, like, BANG IT OUT. I finally decided, yes, indeed, I can and will bang it out. Then I may bang it out with myself too!
V-DAY BUILDUP!
God there’s a LOT of coupling pressure leading up to V-Day. I mean – ladies! PLEASE, explain to me the big deal about a dozen red roses and a box of [probably shitty] chocolates. As IF I can’t easily buy this for myself. Or, dinner out. Puleeeeeze. Been there, done that OVER and OVER and OVER regardless of V-Day, with or without someone. Ya, I’ve done the 5-star restaurants and the table on the ocean front too.
Is this my “problem” with V-Day: there’s really not much I NEED from a man? There’s really not much I haven’t experienced before now or can do, get, or buy for myself should the desire arise. ….. except for a hard dick. THAT I need (from a man)…. and I want it too [DEEEEPLY]. Annnnnd there is one other thing I’ve gone on a journey to find in recent months: ROMANCE. Is it possible for a single woman to create romance with and for herself? Well, please do read on.
There’s a dirty dildo on my floor right now!
I kinda thought that might get your attention and it’s TRUE too so, there ya go!
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TRUTHFUL CONFESSION.
I have had a crazy busy month and I’m so happy to get back to the fun of writing about S.E.X.! I’m gonna go ahead, jump right in, stir the pot, and get emotions on edge with one word: WHORE. I’m excited to BANG out this post for you. I’ve been marinating in this concept for …well, for my entire life essentially. Because I’m a woman. Particularly, I’m a sexual woman. So, therefore, there’s no escaping it. I have NOT accepted money for sex. Just to get that cleared up. When I say, “I’m a whore” I’m referencing a generally accepted concept that someone who is promiscuous is essentially referred to as a whore. Yes, according to “society” – I’m a whore.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US!
Today is the one-year anniversary of Lily’s Lip Service! wwwoooohhhooo! It’s an INCREDIBLE feeling for me to be here, with all ya all, celebrating my Lip Service’s one-year anniversary!!?!!!! It’s been so much fun and an enormous pleasure sharing with you this past year. I look forward to many years beyond this day. HAPPY V-DAY EVERYONE!
2018: MORE INDULGENCE PLEASE!
Aww damn! I intended to post TWICE before 2017 was up but then I got suuuuuuuper sick. YIKES. It’s hard (HARD: one of my favorite topics) for me to get motivated to write about sex for ya all when I’m, well, not at my best. Hope you don’t feel cheated! You know I love to indulge you with my tales and follies!! (INDULGE: one of my favorite words.)
I WANT TO PILEDRIVE YOU.
I have been DYING to get this post written. It’s been bothering me for a month because I don’t want you to feel abandoned by me! Today, I want to GOBBLE you all up because you are all so tasty and deliciously good looking (and I’d like to gobble up some luscious hard dick too)! But, since none of you are here right now I’m gonna have to settle with stuffing my face with turkey in a little while. I think of you all every day. I’ve had soooo many thoughts and ideas, wanting to get them down on paper and posted here. So, here goes. Enjoy the ride.
A Lifetime of Ubering
WHAT R U THINKING?
I love anal as much as the next person (well, probably more because the next person probably doesn’t love anal, not everyone loves anal, I bet the majority of people don’t LOVE anal… but anywho, you get my drift here… I love anal.) I also love sucking cock. IF I love your cock, then I will love sucking it but I do not suck every cock, nor do I love every cock. I will love your cock if it gives me lots and lots of orgasms. I might love it a little bit, if upon first seeing it, it’s appealing to me. So, if we are meeting for the first time (the cock and I), then we could have sorta a love at first sight thing and I may suck it for a while…but really only to get it in the mood to give me lots of orgasms.
INTERNET DATING. OMG.
Dating!!!! Internet dating!!! I feel like I need a doctorate in behavioral science to navigate the personalities and situations that come my way. Internet dating involves a serious handle on how to decipher the difference between chemistry, love, love at first site, lust, attraction, desire, maybe compatibility, maybe mutual admiration of each other, quite possibly disgust. There’s so much BS, it’s quite tough getting to the bottom of what the truth really is (oh, but, silly me, I should never mind the truth). And one of the biggest reasons for that is because we are in denial about just how DEEEEEPLY CONNECTED we truly do or don’t want to be with another person.
FANTASY is your friend.
While I was lying in bed this morning contemplating today’s posting (and masturbating) I wondered: Do you feel guilty for your fantasies? If you do, I would like to empower you to NOT feel guilty any longer.