I imagine taking advantage of one's date might be trad...although they'd never call it date rape.
^ Dear dear, these things... one understands one does them, but would never mention them.
Is it as wrong as a belt which doesn't match your shoes?
I would say it is comparable to wearing a crocodile belt with suede shoes, albeit in similar hues.
Not as bad as a brown calf belt with black shoes.
Nowhere near as bad.
If a shared "herbal jazz cigarette" and Chet Baker with Strings on the stereo counts as sedation, I'm a regular anesthesiologist.
Sex And The Sedated Woman?
Is there another method?
You boys
not all us girls need sedating you know, some of us enjoy a bit of pash,although it is nice to feel a little more reaxed after half a botte of fizz.
To get Mrs Street in the mood I often put on an old video tape of Bergerac.
I have to say, I have a bit of a thing for Judge John Deeds, sometimes when Cheeky has gone to the pub I watch him on Sky, after an evening of drinking white Grenache and watching Judge John,I certainly feel fruity.
James!!!
Who am I kidding, I have been married to cheeky for 8 years, he certainly never gives a girl chance to get bored.
He's lucky. He hasn't got a bad back...
If I had all his advantages then nobody would think that I was a homosexual either.
As it is...
Oy!
My failure to recognize her limits when we're both caught up in the thrill of the moment doesn't really count as sedation. It's more a sin of omission than a sin of commission. And if she doesn't even tell me that two drinks are her limit until after her third, she's complicit.
It's like not polishing your shoes for months on end or not noticing the unsightly stain on your tie. Or, like this morning, not noticing your fly is down until you've arrived at your desk.
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I had a curious dream last night that some space ladies in bikinis had abducted me for breeding purposes as their race was dying out... Four of them had got me on a big silver bed and they asked me what I'd like...
... Can somebody please tell me why the hell I asked for a cup of tea?
The rest of the dream was taken up sitting around waiting for the kettle to boil and speculating on whether water boiled slower in space.
God mocks me even in sleep.
Apart from Cheeky?
Maybe Cheeky is foreign...