TMI Tuesday | Gettin’ Off
Another Tuesday means another week of sharing too much information with you guys. Sadly this week will be a bit short, as the subject doesn’t really touch on any of my experiences. Call me sheltered … but I will still give it a good try and leave you with something interesting to think about.
The folks at TMI Tuesday want to know a little about how we “get off” and our “booty call” habits. So, with those ideas all hooked up in my mind, I hope you’re not too disappointed with what you don’t learn this week.
To me, a booty call is something that happens between two people who are not necessarily romantically connected, so with that in mind, no I haven’t. But if you think of a booty call as just a sexual hook-up between two people who may be dating … but on that specific occasion are only getting together that night just to get laid, yes.
Kind of the same answer as above … depending on your definition of booty call.
This is something that seems to just orbit around my current sexual adventure. In our exploring of our desires and fantasies, my husband and I have dabbled closely with trying to take things to the “friends with benefits” level, but it has never truly reached that point.
Um … I wish I could, but I have never had a one-night stand.
Sadly, see above …
It’s a little hard to imagine how this counts as grimy and dirty, but I would have to say the family boathouse. My family owns a small boat house about an hour and a half from where I live, it’s big enough to fit my father’s bass boat but not much more. And since there isn’t any services down there – such as toilet or hydro – it isn’t a constant destination for me. Back when I was dating my hubby, we used to spend a lot more time going out on the boat, for obvious reasons, and I know we did it at least a few times in the boat house too – among the ancient fishing line and poles hanging on the wall, the cobwebs and recycled jugs, worm cans and old tackle boxes.
A dangerous question … I’m not sure I want them to know too much for fear of being judged. Now, you’re likely to say friends wouldn’t do that, but I’m no longer that naive. We all judge, even our closest friends and family. That said, the one thing I wish more people knew about me is that I am actually a very approachable person. I’m not sure why, but for most of my life, people have tended to be gravitate towards my friends and kind of surreptitiously gotten to know me. Also, that I really don’t mind being alone every now and then. I find it somewhat intriguing how people find it awkward to observe someone enjoying a moment alone … such as dining alone at a restaurant.
Oh … and that I’m not kidding when I say my husband does the majority of my clothes shopping. And that I really do find those “old-fashioned” stockings a sexy way to have some fun at work. Ok, maybe not that last part too much. That would definitely be a bit too much information for them to know about me!