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Funny, nobody ever asked before, what the ladies like to see. Usually all the pics in the net seem to be for the boys. I hardly find anything that makes ME smile.
Advice from three of our guy friends. In the interest of sexual science and sound advice, I carried out some field research with the missus. However, I am a man and have a few theories about why some like it.
But if your desire to leave a handprint and grab her backside keeps growing, you may be interested in a whole new level: erotic spanking. What is that? It's always a good idea if you're being spanked to enjoy it, but the person spanking can get highly aroused too. Sometimes the person being spanked can lead to orgasm and even squirting.
There's no denying was the Year of the Booty. As the booty has its moment, it only makes sense that you would want to show your appreciation for it in the bedroom. Guess what?
The women are students at Gonzaga University, a Catholic school in Washington where a man on a bicycle has been reported racing by, swiftly smacking random women on the bottom. One student says she was walking with her friend when the man targeted her, riding by and swatting her with such force that she bent over in pain. And as he rode off, she says the man looked back, giving the students a look they will never forget.
I'm also a submissiveand I'm open about that too. It only goes to follow that I talk to a lot of people about their kinks. The most common kink I talk about?
Men who like to spank women like to spank petite women. But I get scared and I back out. He is patient and encouraging, and has references, and has directed me to boards with all this safety information, and insisted on getting to know each other via e-mail and phone conversations before we actually meet. This makes me trust him and feel better when I think about going to meet him.
We were in bed, still in those heady, lust-filled days of a new relationship. I really liked her, suspected that I might even love her, which meant I had to tell her the truth about myself. She sat up to listen, and I trailed my fingers over her thigh, eyes down, nervous as a teenager.