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This terminology is consistent with standard terminology for 3-D objects, where the x-axis is referred to as ‘width’, the y-axis as ‘height’, and the z-axis as ‘depth’. Figure 6. Measurement terminology conventions (Remixed using skeleton by Bernhard Ungerer ‘ 3D Female Skeleton Anatomy’, 22 June 2008 (CC BY 3.0)) Karey Harrison, feminist philosopher of science and linguistics, environmentalist, retired academic, home baker, sewist, gardener.
people, and my little stomach ache got much worst, it got to the point which I knew that if I did not get into the bathroom Post-birthday, I would sometimes wear them around the house while cleaning. When I went to remove them, there were times when I swore my body had swallowed one and that an ER visit was in my future. Warning: Those balls are sneaky little critters! I put my own Ben Wa balls inside like they were a pair of fancy jewelry, and off we went to dinner. I got through dinner OK since I sat for most of it. Once we started barhopping, though, I found I had trouble keeping the balls inside. I didn’t really notice the sexual stimulation foretold in Fifty Shades, either. I just felt tense. Defecation is a personal thing, and sharing it or allowing another to be with you during the process shows trust, a sort of love or affection, and a need to be fulfilled in some strange way, although this part I can't quite understand. Maybe some of you gals could better explain this and talk about some of your past experiences.
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There was a lot more than I thought there was going to be. It was much softer than the log she had in her pants and very warm. I was wearing regular panties under my loose hiking pants so there was no bulge like there was in hers. to do just that. He went to take a shit in the woods, and forgot to remove his rubber boots. When he
By the time 3 a.m. rolled around (much like a rebel Ben Wa), I was ready for birthday sex with my husband. Julie headed to the guest bedroom with sexy bartender guy. She would tell me the next morning that he insisted on removing the balls himself pre-intercourse… which, frankly, sounded kind of gross to me, especially once I had more experience with Ben Wa balls. As I was walking to the restroom I thought I was going to lose control. I farted a couple times as I walked, relieving some pressure on my stomach but worrying each time that I was going to have an accident right there in my panties. As I opened the ladies room door I thought thank god I made it, but then as fate would have it, all three stalls were occupied. I stood there waiting for probably only about thirty seconds but for what seemed like an eternity. There was another woman in there standing a few feet away from me at the sinks refreshing her make-up. I was really starting to squirm and I felt my stomach give another big grumble. I thought I was going to fart again but this time it wasn't gas. It came out loud and long and wet and I felt a large runny mess start filling my panties. And it didn't seem to stop. I just kept going. The woman at the mirror looked at me and asked if I was alright. I know she knew what had just happened. The smell was very strong. My face felt ! Do any of you wish someone would share the experience of a BM with you? By that I mean just being there and staying with you while you did it? Nothin weird or gross!
To the Woman Longing to Become a Mother
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeablemoods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits. for a cleenex. I had never seen, what she did with that, but now I saw. she had turned round a little bit, We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even morevulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, veryworst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our threechildren. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs. when i was about thirteen, my brother and i were having a farting contest and i felt a big ol' bubble on the rise. i prepared myself for what could have been the winning "blow' and i shitted in my pants. i must have eaten something runny....ewww. not a pleasent experience. If someone else has already figured it out, let me know. Hopefully this tale will remind both designers of the fact that there are multiple dimensions in which pelvic girdle, and hence crotch shape can vary, and it will provide some tools to help pantie sewers of all shapes get a better fit.
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