Perhaps you don't get turned on by the balloon but by something else? Like when men w*nk into socks, they're not (I presume) turned on by footwear. It's just...somewhere to stick it.
Granted, but with a sock you don't have to stare at this:
Surely you'd lose whatever you had going on almost straight away.
I'd never buy an inflatable sex doll, but if I was bought one, I'd almost certainly end up trying it.
Thats a depressing thought.
It's a balloon, Mark. You'd be w*nking with a balloon. It boggles my mind that someone could get hard for that.
Claire is right. I'm not saying I find 'balloons' arousing, I'm just saying that if I had one lying around the place I'd probably end up giving it a pork just to see what it was like. I mean, it'd be there, I'd be there and the phrase 'ah f*ck it' would have more than one meaning.
My facebook policy of hiding anyone who talks about X Factor, Big Brother, uses grammar I find unacceptable or updates too often has left me with about fifteen people that show up.
Due to checking my bank balance earlier, I have done nothing today and shall continue doing nothing which won't create money until approximately September 1st at 8:30am.
Mal: Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us? Zoë: Big damn heroes, sir. Mal: Ain't we just.
Due to checking my bank balance earlier, I have done nothing today and shall continue doing nothing which won't create money until approximately September 1st at 8:30am.
Lots of cats keep eating all bread for birds in the garden. I am really worried all the birds will not have enough energy to fly away becasue all the cats are eating all their food. Cats are really sneaky, I think.
It hurts too much not to try. I will see you in another life when we are both cats. Quod perditum est, in venietur.*Facebook.
It does sound mean about the cats eating the bread. Still, there's a cat who sometimes sh**s in the fiancé's parents' garden, which i feel about. i feel sorry for the garden but not for his mother.
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Beefy cheesemas to all, and to all a gravy brie
Emma:
So… Posting a new thread is Fission Mailing… so I’m putting this here.
Emma:
I know there aren’t many people looking at this anymore… but I have made the decision to stop paying for the VR hosting and to let the domain lapse.
Emma:
I think it will be going offline around the end of May
Emma:
It’s been almost 10 years since James passed away… and I feel like it’s time.
Emma:
A lot of the regulars can be found on the VR veterans group on Facebook - if you see this and you’re not in there, come join us.