How often; What time of day; Where?
I like knowing my man masturbates. In fact, it may seem like I’m being quite nosey at times because I ask a lot of questions, like, “when, how often, what time of day, where?” I generally refrain from asking them about their fantasies…. I mean what they may have been looking at or thinking about. There’s some privacies involved here. But I ask those other questions because when I hear about it – I get turned on.
Continue reading “WHAT MY MAN DOES”
THE PRIMAL SIDE
When I was reprimanding men in the last post about their “jack-hammering” it piqued my curiosity to watch some animal sex. To see what’s going on in the animal world. I chose lions. You know, pussy cats. I was quite fascinated. It’s not the first time I’ve seen animals having sex, but this was certainly a time when I was more aroused by it than just curious.
Continue reading “ANIMAL SEX”
FAKING THE O
I’m gonna go ahead and pick up where I left off last time. Faking orgasms. I was sounding kind of preachy, I know. Or, downright judgmental. RUDE, right?!?! SORRY, but not sorry.
Continue reading “Faking the O”
A 32-year-old male decided to give me dating advice the other night. (Where’s the laughing emoji when I need it most). I scoffed but quickly made the decision to be diplomatic and give him reasonable opportunity to either: 1. Give me some good advice, or at least a nugget of useful information; or 2. Retract his statement and apologize profusely for thinking he had any advice to give me. Continue reading “32-Year-Old Males”
The morning after my V-DAY BLOG LAUNCH, I looked at some Facebook stats and noticed that SIXTY-NINE of my friends had liked the Lily’s Lip Service page. You gotta know I LOVED that. It’s one of those moments where I snicker and think “isn’t it ironic” and then have Alanis Morissette ‘s song stuck in my head for a couple hours.
Continue reading “The Morning After”
Lily Reveals: is it real or is it fantasy?
Nothing Lily says is to be construed as anything other than real, made-up, fantasy, from a dream…or any combo of these. If you think it’s about you – it probably is (not really). Continue reading “Where it allllll BEGINS: V-Day 2017”