Ya bunch of whooooooores! I ain't nivvah done any Cowboy Thing with strangers - this may well be connected to my teetotalism. And I ain't nivvah felt the need to impress with a dazzling array of sexy skills, neever - I've just always laid there and thought 'you're lucky to get me, mate - now lick harder'. Besides, TYF gives me the best sex of my life, so he was well worth the wait (before TYF, I went out with a twat for 7 yrs who was shit in bed and never wanted any - we had it twice in the last 3 yrs of the relationship. Arsehole).
Although I ain't getting any sex of any description at the mo because of cause he is brokened right as I'm snail-trailing FFJ in my wake and have the raging speedhorn and a imaginary neon sign above my head that says 'FERTILE WOMAN - FUCK ME NOW'. Am already tormenting myself with the ludicrous notion that this is my last ever egg and it will be squandered.
extreme, I read about thing where women's bodies become hostile to familiar sperm, which does genuinely account for people getting knocked up via a one-night-stand or at the start of a relationship. Every time TYF is mellow and all 'relax, it'll happen' to me, I screech, 'but if my body gets familiar to your sperm, it'll just kill it instead of letting it get to the egg, waaaaah'. I'm a joy to be with.
Ski, thank you, that was v reassuring (and believe me, my Mum would write me a recommendation on a CV, if I let her), but you have ruined my faith in you by not knowing who Kim Deal is. Go straight to wikipedia, do not pass Go, do not collect £200. And surely you must have heard or seen this back in the day:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AsId-qVIb4
She's the one in the white shirt. And yes, that's her twin.