A rose is a rose We are the unexpected :smt045 I grew up in a lifestyle family, and while I never saw any adult babies, when I got older and explored my own kinks (in line with my nature and preferences ), I became aware of different fetishes. It's different strokes for different folks. A much loved and valued friend of mine loves playing with cross dressers. I'm fine with the fact that they exist as long as they stay out of my space. Adult babies fall into that category as well. I didn't expect to see as much fetish chat here as I have, but because I absolutely believe everyone has at least one or two, I am not really surprised. Couldn't get into "Fifty Shades of Gray". It's kind of like reading a Primer in high school. :smt079
What if someone wants to run for office someday? Depending on what happens those pictures may come back to bite someone in the ass lol.
I grew up in a very buttoned up family and would horrify my father if he knew anything about me now. 50 Shades is awful though ! Just not great writing. I read Sleeping Beauty series in high school and thought it was much better.
have you been to the lingerie and boxers thread:smt043 i doubt any of these people are running for office...
Good reads I remember that trilogy back in the 80's. They were penned by Anne Rice as Roquelare. Some friends and I had a small reading group and we were always anxiously waiting for the next book in the series to be released. As a result it was a time of discovery for our husbands! Have you read The Story of O?
i don't eat chocolate when i was younger... i never wanted to get dirty... my mom would take me to the park or beach and id just sit on my blanket and not want dirt on me... around the age of 2, i was at the babysitters and another kid had a bday. they tried to offer my chocolate cake and i told them know, i wont eat dirt. they tempted me to try it and all i remember was running to throw up in one of those big pink bath tubs and haven't ate chocolate since. i love white chocolate and can handle hot chocolate.
when my son was little we used to gauge how much fun of a day it was by how dirty he was...I was not a fanatical mom at all...I can remember taking him to the washing machine and as he would get undressed his clothes would go right in the washing machine...then into the tub he would go... I think someone must have convinced you that mud pie was to eat
I have three sons, and we established a similar ritual, except that mine had to strip down in the mud room and go straight to a bath. As soon as I saw them walking through the back gate I knew they had given it 100%. When I hear "boys will be boys", that is where my mind goes. When boys play, they play hard. Re the mudpie. Children attempting to convince another child (usually younger, or new to the area) to eat a mudpie is as old as time, but nevertheless, a very mean thing to do. It happened to me when I was four or five. I didn't eat the mudpie, but we each had a black eye, and he had a busted lip. :wink:
such a great mum lippy. kids need dirt, trees to climb and sunshine, these days its all about helicopter parenting. drives me crazy
I doubt it, I have a pretty good memory. Hahah, no I never ate a mud pie, I've just always appreciated being clean and fresh.
Reading articles tend to be fun, and you'd anticipate the comments to be as equally as entertaining. However, nothing gets to me more than seeing comments asking why certain articles are on there in the first place. Isn't it ironic that they claim that they don't care, but they take the time to post a comment like, "Why is this news?" and "Who cares?" Seems like they feed into the entertainment machine and need to look in the mirror.
