<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866</id><updated>2011-10-08T17:36:52.545Z</updated><category term='Tribute'/><category term='sex ed'/><category term='getting caught'/><category term='TV'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='Farewell'/><category term='sex therapy'/><category term='real life'/><category term='experience'/><category term='abstinence'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='masturbation'/><category term='sex'/><category term='porn'/><category term='anecdotes'/><category term='problems'/><category term='toy'/><category term='early morning (late night??)'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='Njoy'/><category term='blogaversary'/><category term='sick'/><category term='lack of sex'/><category term='mmf'/><category term='questions'/><category term='rant'/><category term='big brother'/><title type='text'>20-Something Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-1106483811448912143</id><published>2008-06-23T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:51:37.190Z</updated><title type='text'>No, I Haven't Disappeared...</title><content type='html'>Life has just been extremely hectic for the last few months, but life is beginning to settle into a more relaxed routine so I can write on this blog more often! :) My next post isn't quite finished yet, so I'd like my readers to ask me questions via the comments and when I have a few I'll post my answers. You can ask anything provided it doesn't threaten my anonymity or those of others I post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, over to you! What burning question have you always wanted to ask me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-1106483811448912143?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1106483811448912143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=1106483811448912143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1106483811448912143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1106483811448912143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-i-havent-disappeared.html' title='No, I Haven&apos;t Disappeared...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-2759749852175747012</id><published>2008-01-02T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:24:53.327Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year Naughtiness...</title><content type='html'>Happy 2008 to all my readers! I trust  that you all made a resolution to be as naughty as possible? I certainly did! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, on the stroke (!) of midnight I started working on that resolution. My OH and I were at a decidedly average party and wandered outside for a walk a few minutes to midnight. We wandered down to the river, where we could watch all the fireworks people were letting off. We thought that we were alone so we started kissing and fondling each other in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a sound to our right, like someone was being muffled whilst in the throes of passion. My OH and I being very inquisitive souls, we wandered over to find out more. Just past a couple of trees were a young couple, naked and making passionate love. The girl didn't notice us, but the guy saw us and winked - we were going to be treated to a display that didn't need any gunpowder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned the girl around so that we could get a good view of all that was happening. I was getting wetter by the second and looking at my OH I could tell that he was excited as me. Winking at him, I took off my clothes then removed his too. Laying next to the other couple we proceeded to make love, wild, hurried sex - the kind of sex you have when you a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the girl noticed us lying on the ground next to her. I moved a bit closer so that I could caress her breasts. She groaned with delight, then kissed me deeply. We did this for a few minutes, driving each other to the very edge of orgasm, and taking our partners along with us. She came first and her partner just seconds after. That tipped my partner over the edge and he spurted his seed deep into the heart of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I had their hands all over me, kisses raining down upon my body. My orgasm was as explosive as the fireworks exploding over our heads. Definitely the best way to start the new year! Having got dressed, we wished each other all the best for the new year then went our seperate ways...I can't help but hope that we meet by the river again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-2759749852175747012?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2759749852175747012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=2759749852175747012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/2759749852175747012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/2759749852175747012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-naughtiness.html' title='New Year Naughtiness...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-7381278892817908004</id><published>2007-11-07T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:47:09.625Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting caught'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>Getting Caught...</title><content type='html'>I've had an email from a reader asking if I've ever been caught masturbating. The answer is a resounding YES!!! I have been caught on many, many occasions which I guess is to be expected when you masturbate in public places a lot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I was caught was way back when I was a kid. I shared a bedroom with my sister, and she walked in one afternoon when I was "playing". She didn't have a clue what I was doing, and I was too young to really understand myself. I simply told her to try it as it felt really good! Fortunately she never told our parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a dancer, you often barely have time to change costume between dances, but every now and then you get a few extra moments. On one such occasion I was feeling particularly horny and decided that as I had the time I may as well do something about it. I was just about to come when I realised that I wasn't alone in the changing room. A tall, dark, handsome guy had wandered in, and was edging his way closer to me for a better look. Always one to play to an audience I obligingly opened my legs that little bit more so that he could see everything in graphic detail. Smiling, he took out his cock and began stroking his delicious cock. Spurring each other on yet not saying a word to each other, we quickly came and hurried to change ready for our next performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the most memorable (and embarrassing) time I was caught was when I was visiting my OH at university. He had an early lecture and had left me sleeping in bed. On waking I was desperate to come so I began masturbating. Imagine, I'm lying on the bed, at the end of which is the door to the room. Suddenly the door opened! I don't know who was more shocked, me because I'd assumed the door was locked, or his flatmate who was standing in the doorway staring at my dripping cunt! The poor guy was mortified as we were all good friends, but couldn't tear his gaze away. I was beyond caring at this point, so close was I to an orgasm. I don't know when exactly he left but when I'd recovered the door had closed. He never looked me in the eye again after that and always made sure he knocked first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-7381278892817908004?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7381278892817908004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=7381278892817908004&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/7381278892817908004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/7381278892817908004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/getting-caught.html' title='Getting Caught...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-5914943093366078771</id><published>2007-09-08T20:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:18:23.713Z</updated><title type='text'>More Testing...</title><content type='html'>The lovely people sent me some more toys to test (thank you!!!), so I'm now going to share my thought on these with you lucky people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RuMAPN324rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k_JYHRgRsFY/s1600-h/2730-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107926663790256818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RuMAPN324rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k_JYHRgRsFY/s200/2730-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Thunderbird vibrator had me very excited from the description, I've never had a vibrator with a tickler before! When I got it my first thought was that it was a really pretty colour, closely followed by the thought that I had to try this now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it I did, and while the vibrator made my clit feel amazing, I was disappointed by the tickler. It just didn't do anything for me. I won't be looking for this on my next purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RuMAPN324qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bTJa7H3kW-Q/s1600-h/2203-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107926663790256802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RuMAPN324qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bTJa7H3kW-Q/s200/2203-big.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I wasn't expecting the Pulsatron to be this good! I thought "once you've tried one bullet you've tried them all". Boy, was I wrong! This one has several different settings from just normal vibration to pulsing, to building in intensity, and I've found one to suit my every mood so far. My OH also loves this because the seperate controller means that he can control what's going on - he loves the look on my face when he changes the setting! I definitely recommend this one for couples looking for a toy they can both enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-5914943093366078771?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5914943093366078771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=5914943093366078771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/5914943093366078771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/5914943093366078771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-testing.html' title='More Testing...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RuMAPN324rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k_JYHRgRsFY/s72-c/2730-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-8234241608461806619</id><published>2007-08-24T11:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:53:15.271Z</updated><title type='text'>Morning Sex...</title><content type='html'>You lie there in the early morning sunlight and watch me sleeping. You kiss my lips and lightly run your fingers up and down my arm. You catch your breath as I stir, wondering if you have woken me up. When you realise I haven't woken you start to run your fingers over my breasts. My nipples harden at your touch, and you gently squeeze them before giving them a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fast asleep, unaware of you covering my body with little butterfly kisses. You kiss you way down to my stomach, tracing circles on my thigh which get smaller and closer to my clit with every circuit. Even when I sleep my body responds, you can feel me getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully, you move between my legs. You're torn. Should you enter me slowly, waking me with a tender kiss? Or should you plunge in and wake me with a shock that you know will rapidly turn to excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opt for slowly. You start to push into me inch by inch whilst whispering into my ear that it's time to wake up, kissing me before I have the chance to open my eyes properly. I wrap my legs around you and pull you close. When I kiss you back it's deep, passionate, loving. My eyes stare into yours, seeing the love I feel for you reflected back at me. We don't say a word, just keep staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not long til we come, both of us climaxing at the exact same moment, each lost in our own feelings for a few seconds, then you smile, kiss me again, and hold me close so that we fall back to sleep in each others arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-8234241608461806619?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8234241608461806619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=8234241608461806619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8234241608461806619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8234241608461806619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/morning-sex.html' title='Morning Sex...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-2307801237721224563</id><published>2007-08-23T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:44:36.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Absense Makes The Heart Grow Fonder...</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks I've been extremely quiet on the blogging front as real life has demanded an unusual amount of my attention. Fear not though, my absense from here was only temporary, and the short break has made me realise just how much I need to write some of this stuff down. Plus, I miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you interested in such things, I failed my exams. My confidence took quite a knock, as you can imagine, and I've had to re-think my career plans, but I'm over it now and looking forward to my next challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OH and I are fantastic! We almost split up (I won't bore you with the details), but we talked and cried a lot and our counsellor helped us to realise that a lot of our problems stem from my feeling very insecure and unloved. My OH has solved these by......drumroll please.....proposing!!!! We still have a few issues to work through, but a lot of positive progress has been made, so much so that my fiance (love that word!) and I no longer need to see our counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go catch up on what everyone else has written these past few weeks. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-2307801237721224563?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2307801237721224563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=2307801237721224563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/2307801237721224563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/2307801237721224563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/absense-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absense Makes The Heart Grow Fonder...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-7762837985061485020</id><published>2007-06-12T08:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:36:50.029Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>Whew! These past couple of weeks have been extremely hectic so here's a quick catch-up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away on business for a couple of weeks, all on my lonesome. I can't tell you how good it feels to be back and sleeping in my own bed again! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've travelled halfway across the country for a family wedding. Gorgeous day, gorgeous bride. Seriously, you couldn't have asked for a better day. It made me kind of wistful though. I've been with my OH &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that stands for "Other Half" Anthony!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for many years now and I'd love to be married to him. Doesn't look like that's going to happen any time soon, which makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an exam yesterday, which I think went ok apart from the fact that I ran out of time (why do they never give you an extra half hour???). There's more still to come, so once I finish typing this I'll be sticking my nose in a book! Could everyone say "break a leg" for me please? I need all the help I can get! Please don't wish me luck, I grew up on stage and saying that brings the worst kind of luck there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my exams are finished with, I promise to have a more exciting post for you. Until then...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-7762837985061485020?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7762837985061485020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=7762837985061485020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/7762837985061485020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/7762837985061485020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-1315117306964294994</id><published>2007-05-18T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:17:40.989Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><title type='text'>A Fond Farewell...</title><content type='html'>One of the bloggers who inspired me to start writing this blog has decided to stop today, so I'm posting this as a tribute to my favourite blogger.  AD, I'm going to miss you, but I understand why you no longer need the blog.  I'll keep my fingers crossed that you and Lady L continue to get nothing but good luck in the months to come, and that you get many, many months together to share your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your help AD, you're one in a million. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-1315117306964294994?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1315117306964294994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=1315117306964294994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1315117306964294994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1315117306964294994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/fond-farewell.html' title='A Fond Farewell...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-8313934970537919685</id><published>2007-05-04T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:07:36.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstinence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex ed'/><title type='text'>Abstinence...</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/abstinence-only-of-course.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;over on AAG's site and I am shocked to the very core. I cannot believe that there is a single country in the world who is teaching sex ed in this manner. It's ridiculous, and certain to make kids break the rules more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, my sex ed experience was actually quite good. We had the basics on how our bodies were going to change, what emotions we could expect and all the usual stuff, but we also had a group come to our school and perform a small play about relationships. This play gave the message that masturbation was natural, normal, healthy behaviour. Not only that, but it actually encouraged us kids to try it (rather unusual for straight-laced Britain!) and that sex should only happen if we were (a) over 16 and (b) in a long-term loving relationship. The play was also about contraception, STD's and pregnancy. I can remember a lot of it even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this group were too advanced in it's ideas though because my sister (three years below) never saw this. I think that's a real shame, someone needs to tell kids about this stuff. They need to be told in a way that doesn't patronise them or lay down rules for them to rebel against. The sooner the people in power realise this, the better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-8313934970537919685?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8313934970537919685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=8313934970537919685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8313934970537919685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8313934970537919685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/abstinence.html' title='Abstinence...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-6590790685204240672</id><published>2007-04-26T05:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:28:02.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Two Posts...</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.  I haven't posted anything recently, so to make up for it there's two new posts below this one.  Go take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried something new with the post &lt;a href="http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/nasty-sex.html"&gt;Nasty Sex&lt;/a&gt;, so make sure you let me know if you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get ready for work, so I'll catch up with you all tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20sg xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-6590790685204240672?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6590790685204240672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=6590790685204240672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/6590790685204240672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/6590790685204240672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-posts.html' title='Two Posts...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-1323322619565341056</id><published>2007-04-26T05:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:23:38.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Counselling...</title><content type='html'>My OH and I had our first session with a counsellor a few days ago.  It felt so weird discussing my sex life with a complete stranger.  I swear she must think I'm half human, half tomato.  I don't think I stopped blushing the whole hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has helped though.  My OH said that he's feeling guilty for having put me in such a difficult position, that he's scared to make love to me in case it happens again.  He knows that this is driving a huge wedge between us, but is powerless to change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand where he's coming from with this, but I feel that we need the closeness more than ever right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our counsellor wants a few sessions alone with my OH.  Should I be worried by this?  Is my OH so damaged by what happened that we can't get past it? Why does he need to talk to her in secret - we've never had secrets before.  I'm probably over-reacting but I can't help feeling hurt, feeling shut out of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-1323322619565341056?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1323322619565341056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=1323322619565341056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1323322619565341056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1323322619565341056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/counselling.html' title='Counselling...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-3422117392390671492</id><published>2007-04-26T05:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:17:56.312Z</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Sex...</title><content type='html'>Tell me to kneel on the bed in a voice that brooks no argument.  Push my head into the pillows so that I can barely breathe.  Thrust into me as hard as you can.  Spank me for crying out with pleasure, for this is all about you.  Pull my hair so that I'm forced to kneel up.  Kiss my neckroughly, bite and bruise my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me beg you  for more.  Spank me for asking for it.  Treat me like the slut I am.  Do whatever makes you feel good, use my body however you want.  Punish me for enjoying myself.  When I come before you do make sure I feel your displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that one orgasm is never enough for me.  Frustrate me, deny me another.  Take me to the edge then leave.  Leave me all alone, slick with sweat and desperate for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-3422117392390671492?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3422117392390671492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=3422117392390671492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/3422117392390671492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/3422117392390671492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/nasty-sex.html' title='Nasty Sex...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-271276711041559846</id><published>2007-04-07T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:45:16.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Presents...</title><content type='html'>I love birthdays, especially mine! I got all the things I'd asked for, plus my new toy arrived! Yaay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours testing it, and for those of you interested in these things, here's the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettersex.com/Vibrators/Clitoral/sp-natural-contours-liberte-vibrator-2016.aspx"&gt;This toy&lt;/a&gt; looks great, and feels fantastic! I've had some of the best orgasms ever, and I even squirted a couple of times! The pulse setting was a little weird to begin with, but now I love it and will be looking out for it on any new toy I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the curve to this toy, as I thrust it in I hit my G-spot and as I (oh so slowly!) pull it out my clit feels great. I've never had a toy stimulate the both as effectively as this one does. The only complaint I have about it is that it could use a little more power - sometimes I wish it had that little bit more to push me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing should come with a warning though. You need lots and lots of time for this toy. The first time you use it, it feels good. Wait approx five minutes and you're craving to use it again. So you do and it feels even better. So begins a vicious circle, I think I used it 7 or 8 times in a row before I felt able to put it down and leave it for a few hours(!). Or maybe I was just worn out by all the excitement...I'll let you decide which! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-271276711041559846?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/271276711041559846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=271276711041559846&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/271276711041559846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/271276711041559846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/presents.html' title='Presents...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-1024194291972778760</id><published>2007-03-20T19:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T06:45:41.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'>I've been asked to test some toys and write reviews, so I picked the products I wanted to test and I'm now eagerly awaiting Mr Postman. He has to come all the way from the States so it might take him a while, but I rush home from work each night in the hopes that there's a package waiting for me (not the postman's, just wanted to make that clear!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall also be writing reviews for porn. I've never actually watched a whole movie before, so this should be quite an experience! I've seen a couple of short scenes but that's about it. Watching a whole movie has been on my to do list for some time now, I've just never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more about my extensive(!) testing as soon as get my goodies. In the meantime, have fun this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-1024194291972778760?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1024194291972778760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=1024194291972778760&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1024194291972778760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1024194291972778760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/testing.html' title='Testing...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-7354559601969259636</id><published>2007-03-08T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:38:26.800Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>No Sex...</title><content type='html'>The last few months have been very difficult for me following my decision (you can read about it &lt;a href="http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/empty.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). I've battled on though and now things are returning to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of one thing. My sex life is practically non-existent. Ever since the abortion my OH has gone all weird on me. He won't hug or kiss me anymore unless I ask him to, and he won't initiate sex. In fact, if I initiate it he almost always says he's not in the mood. The number of times we've had sex since Christmas I can count on one hand (minus a couple of fingers!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried talking to him about this, but he says nothing's wrong. Either that, or he acts like he didn't hear me say anything. Am I doing something wrong? Am I missing something blindingly obvious? Am I over-reacting? Arrgh. Someone, please, put me out of my misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-7354559601969259636?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7354559601969259636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=7354559601969259636&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/7354559601969259636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/7354559601969259636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-few-months-have-been-very.html' title='No Sex...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-2483805471854824729</id><published>2007-03-01T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T06:58:06.028Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Njoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy'/><title type='text'>My Collection...</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to tire of my toy collection. Not that I don't like using them (hell no, I'm addicted!), but there isn't much variety as my collection is very small. I've heard great things about the Njoy, but I'm not sure if you can get those here in the UK. I'll have to have a hunt on the interweb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now I'm gonna rant. I cannot find one single stockist in the UK! What's that about? Don't the people at Njoy know that there are women the world over who are desperate to own their goodies? If you're from Njoy and you're reading this, please PLEASE do something about this right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over. Guess I'll have to settle for something ordinary. Hmmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-2483805471854824729?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2483805471854824729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=2483805471854824729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/2483805471854824729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/2483805471854824729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-collection.html' title='My Collection...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-4714327043324723047</id><published>2007-02-27T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:43:40.282Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Over To You...</title><content type='html'>I've been asked a few questions about this blog and it's contents recently, so I thought I'd give you all a chance to ask me whatever you're curious about. There's just one catch, I will not answer any questions that will compromise my anonymity. Other than that I promise to answer! Leave your question as a comment, or you can email me if you're shy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-4714327043324723047?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4714327043324723047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=4714327043324723047&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/4714327043324723047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/4714327043324723047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/over-to-you.html' title='Over To You...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-6270202705264624453</id><published>2007-02-16T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:00:36.623Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex therapy'/><title type='text'>Sex Therapists...</title><content type='html'>There is a TV programme currently being aired late at night here in the UK where couples receive sex therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not against sex therapy, but for this programme video cameras are installed all over the couple's home and the therapists watch the action (or lack of!) then meet the couple and give them tips to help improve their sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of people watching me have sex in such a clinical fashion horrifies me. Heck, there are times when I don't even want my OH to see me! Plus, what if a colleague or acquaintance saw me? Horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine why these people would want to broadcast their dysfunctional sex life to an entire nation! It brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "Biig Brother is watching you", because he could be, or a neighbour/friend/colleague. The thought brings me out in a cold sweat, but perhaps I'm just too straight-laced for my own good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-6270202705264624453?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6270202705264624453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=6270202705264624453&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/6270202705264624453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/6270202705264624453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/sex-therapists.html' title='Sex Therapists...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-8394457874509371176</id><published>2007-02-02T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T08:54:45.774Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogaversary'/><title type='text'>Happy Blogaversary...</title><content type='html'>Happy blogaversary to me, happy blogaversary to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love it if everyone who stops by today would leave me a comment (even you lurkers!). Let me know what you like about this place, what you don't, or just say "hi" if you're shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmmm...maybe I'll get a celebratory shag tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-8394457874509371176?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8394457874509371176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=8394457874509371176&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8394457874509371176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8394457874509371176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-blogaversary.html' title='Happy Blogaversary...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-8299003460757495244</id><published>2007-02-01T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:17:24.697Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogaversary'/><title type='text'>Blogaversary</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (Friday 2nd) is my first blogaversary - how time flies when you're having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough year but being able to write about it has sure helped a lot, and the advice and support from my fellow bloggers kept me going at times when I almost succumbed to the pressure. Thank you to those people - you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special thanks must go to Artful Dodger for the fantastic banner design, and to Mel for helping me understand how to change the colour scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you'll pop in and say "hi" tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-8299003460757495244?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8299003460757495244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=8299003460757495244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8299003460757495244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/8299003460757495244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogaversary.html' title='Blogaversary'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-1342416917400543991</id><published>2007-02-01T03:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T03:25:36.187Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning (late night??)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick...</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this at almost 3:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sick (nasty flu-like bug), and can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to give me lots of sympathy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-1342416917400543991?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1342416917400543991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=1342416917400543991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1342416917400543991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/1342416917400543991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick.html' title='Sick...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-890809730916086093</id><published>2007-01-30T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:49:21.125Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Stolen...</title><content type='html'>Today I'm struggling for inspiration, so I've stolen this from Artful Dodger. I'm sure that this is just a temporary glitch, and that normal service will be resumed shortly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HAVE YOU GOTTEN LAID IN 2007?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but only once so far :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. EVER HAD SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;A few times, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. EVER LAUGH DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Many times! I'm extremely ticklish, so if my OH strokes my side I will dissolve into a fit of giggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. EVER CRY DURING SEX? IF SO WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Not during, but straight after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE AFTER SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Find me a woman who doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVER REGRET SEX WITH SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I wish I'd never slept with my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. EVER FAKED AN ORGASM?&lt;br /&gt;Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DIRTY TALK, OR SHUT THE FUCK UP?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the mood. Dirty talk if I'm fucking, otherwise no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. EVER MASTURBATE TO YOUR FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;We have such different taste in men, it's hard for me to even like them, let alone fantasise about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. EVER HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. EVER HAVE A THREESOME?&lt;br /&gt;Not as such. It's on my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. EVER WATCH PORN DURING SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Once, though I keep dropping hints to my OH! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. EVER THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE DURING SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAS THE CONDOM EVER BROKE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes - I was nineteen at the time. I had the scariest night of my life imaging what could happen while I waited for the doctors to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;Having my next door neighbours ask me to keep the noise down in future was pretty embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE SEX WITH RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Other than my OH you mean? A dark and dangerous cowboy. I have a b it of a thing for cowboys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU THINK THAT NUMBER 18 IS POSSIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;My OH, yes. A cowboy, no. There aren't too many to be found here in Blighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. ARE YOU HORNY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost always horny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. HOW MANY SEXUAL PARTNERS?&lt;br /&gt;That's my secret! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE SEX IN THE CAR?&lt;br /&gt;My car's far too small for shagging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DO YOU STILL TALK TO THE PERSON YOU LOST VIRGINITY TO?&lt;br /&gt;No. The bastard cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. EVER HAVE SEX WITH A RELATIVE/FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. Far too messy a situation to be in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. EVER BEEN WITH A CHEATER?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, yes. Not that I knew about it at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. TOYS, GOOD OR BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Good, very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. LINGERIE&lt;br /&gt;What about it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EVER SLEEP WITH A CO-WORKER?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I don't think I've ever worked with anyone I was attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE HAVE YOU HAD SEX&lt;br /&gt;(x )park&lt;br /&gt;( )church&lt;br /&gt;( )cemetery&lt;br /&gt;( )beach&lt;br /&gt;( )boat&lt;br /&gt;( )school&lt;br /&gt;(x)parent's bed&lt;br /&gt;(x)your bed&lt;br /&gt;( )car&lt;br /&gt;( )picnic table&lt;br /&gt;(x)kitchen counter&lt;br /&gt;(x)couch/chair&lt;br /&gt;(x)dining room/kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;(x)woods (open and/or in a tent)&lt;br /&gt;( )hood of a car&lt;br /&gt;(x)bathroom&lt;br /&gt;(x)shower&lt;br /&gt;(x)the other person's bed&lt;br /&gt;( )porch/deck/balcony&lt;br /&gt;(x)in a house with parents home&lt;br /&gt;( )at a party&lt;br /&gt;(x)on top of the washer/dryer&lt;br /&gt;(x)with other people in the room&lt;br /&gt;(x)hotel&lt;br /&gt;( )concert&lt;br /&gt;( )grandparent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x)field&lt;br /&gt;( )bleachers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-890809730916086093?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/890809730916086093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=890809730916086093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/890809730916086093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/890809730916086093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/stolen.html' title='Stolen...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-116967381430864619</id><published>2007-01-24T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:20:55.196Z</updated><title type='text'>An Apology...</title><content type='html'>I just want to say that I'm sorry I've kept you all waiting for so long. Work's been more than a little crazy this last month, and I've been working 70 hour weeks, leaving me too tired to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story has been posted just below this, so go take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20sg. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-116967381430864619?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116967381430864619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=116967381430864619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116967381430864619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116967381430864619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/apology.html' title='An Apology...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-116967362814068067</id><published>2007-01-24T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:52:14.213Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>My Sexiest Encounter...</title><content type='html'>I was just nineteen years old when this happened. I'd been at a party (I forget whose) with my OH and a friend (male) on a hot and sultry summer night. At about four in the morning we staggered back to our student digs, but we were all too wired to consider going to bed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was such a lovely night we went into the garden and started chatting. It was all very innocent, we were bantering with each other, then my OH began to tickle me over something I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the world's most ticklish people. I can hold out for a couple of seconds, but that's about it. After that my arms and legs flail about, and I'm lost to a fit of giggles. Finally my OH stopped tickling me, but I was very hot and sticky. I forget who, but someone suggested I take off my top so that I could cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that this wasn't a bad idea, and we all carried on talking. My OH began to trace a finger up and down my spine. This ALWAYS puts me in the mood, though I don't think that was his intention. Soon I was very wet, and couldn't stop fidgeting. Our friend noticed that I couldn't keep still and asked what the matter was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point my OH realised what an effect he was having, and being fairly tipsy, told our friend. Before I knew what was going on, hands were all over me. I was being stroked all over my back and arms, fingers were tracing up and down my neck and running through my hair. I was getting goosebumps, yet I wasn't in the slightest bit cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before too long all my clothing was off and I was lying naked on the grass. Both men were stroking my body all over, being careful not to touch my breasts or to get too close to my clit. I was getting wetter and wetter, craving more and more as each second passed, begging them to touch me and bring me to orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like hours, they gave in to my pleas. My OH played with my clit while our friend was playing with my breasts, lazily tracing one finger around one nipple for a few seconds before moving onto the other. I was getting more and more excited by the second, and I knew an orgasm wasn't far off. Our friend saw the look on my face, our eyes locked onto each other, and he had such a look of hunger and lust that I tipped over the edge, and I came with such intensity, an orgasm so powerful that I shook all over for several minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither man relented. They moved to stroke my arms til I recovered a little, then they swapped over. Feeling another man touch my clit was incredible. It felt so wrong, so naughty, yet knowing that my OH consented to it made it feel so right. His touch was more gentle, and he spent a long while finding out exactly where I liked to be touched most. I came again just as the sun was beginning to rise, and it felt amazing, such a unique experience with the sun's warmth beginning to wash over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe how intense the whole encounter felt to me, cannot describe the closeness and magnetism between the three of us. I will never forget that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-116967362814068067?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116967362814068067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=116967362814068067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116967362814068067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116967362814068067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sexiest-encounter.html' title='My Sexiest Encounter...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-116540623886458344</id><published>2006-12-06T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:55:51.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Exams...</title><content type='html'>I have exams in just one week's (yikes!) time, so this will be my last post til they are over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come back, I'm going to tell you about my sexiest encounter. All I'll say about it is that it was nice to be the centre of so much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got you guessing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your imagination now running away with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-116540623886458344?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116540623886458344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=116540623886458344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116540623886458344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116540623886458344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/exams.html' title='Exams...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-116379883550954868</id><published>2006-11-17T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:49:25.783Z</updated><title type='text'>One for the Men...</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days I've had some interesting conversations with both men and women about romance, making love, and connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I know what women tend to think on these matters but what do men think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious to know how men define romance. What do you do? When you make love to a woman are you thinking about the deep and profound connection between the two of you, or does some basic instinct kick in and all you can think of is how good you're feeling? If you're in a relationship, do you still work really hard on the emotional connection when making love, or do you take it for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know about the really special times, not the "fuck your brains out" times or the "obligatory" shags (sorry for my crudeness!). I really want the male viewpoint on all this, though obviously the women out there can comment on this too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-116379883550954868?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116379883550954868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=116379883550954868&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116379883550954868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116379883550954868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-for-men.html' title='One for the Men...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-116334449232895927</id><published>2006-11-12T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:09:02.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Empty...</title><content type='html'>I made my decision. After many hours of soul-searching and discussions with my OH I decided to have a termination. Although I know that this was the right choice for me at this moment in time, I feel strangely empty. And I feel as if I have betrayed the very purpose of my being here on this planet. I know that these feelings are normal, but it doesn't make it any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about all this is that I am not allowed to have sex etc for two weeks. Before you dismiss me as a sex-mad monster who is trivialising what I've been through, let me defend myself. At the moment I want nothing more than to lie in my OH's arms, as close as two people can be, while he whispers in my ear that he loves me. I want to feel the imtimacy, the closeness, to know that he understands how I feel and for him to tell me that I'm not a bad person. Yes he's said these things already, but right now I'm feeling very clingy and I need the extra reassurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-116334449232895927?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116334449232895927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=116334449232895927&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116334449232895927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116334449232895927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/empty.html' title='Empty...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-116081356190800631</id><published>2006-10-14T08:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:26:00.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Late (2)...</title><content type='html'>The support I've received from my fellow bloggers has given me the courage to buy a pregnancy test. I've just done it, and I'm typing this while I wait for the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still as confused as I was in my last post, but I've been thinking a bit more rationally after hearing about some other people's experiences (both on the interweb and in RL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just checked the test and it says I'm pregnant. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I now need to book and appointment with my doctor to get it confirmed and to talk about my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep sending your love my way - I have a feeling I'm going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to see my doctor, and I am now officially 5 weeks pregnant. I've been through all my options, and now face what will probably be the hardest decision of my life. My OH is a bit overwhelmed, but at least he has now told me how he feels about all this. That has helped me no end on the roller coaster I've been riding for the last two weeks, as has the comments and wishes I've received from others (you know who you are!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-116081356190800631?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116081356190800631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=116081356190800631&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116081356190800631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116081356190800631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-2.html' title='Late (2)...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-116039502806565851</id><published>2006-10-09T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-11T06:08:09.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Late...</title><content type='html'>I'm late, and I need to get some stuff out of my head, so please don't judge me or any decisions I make here. If you don't feel you can do that, please leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still with me? OK. I am two weeks late and counting. I have got to the point where one minute I am planning the future - thinking about baby names, wondering if I'd prefer a girl or a boy, and the next I am thinking NO WAY. I'm so confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds selfish, but I am young and I need to further my career in order to finance a family. This was my plan, to get qualified then start a family in about two or three years time. So logic says that I should continue with this plan because I can't afford to start a family now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic = abortion, but human beings have the curse otherwise known as feelings, in particular guilt. Can I really deny another human the right to live? If I am pregnant and end up having an abortion, will I regret it for the rest of my life? Will I always think about what might have been? What happens if this ends up being my only chance of having children and I throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OH is not really helping. He says that he will support me whatever my decision, but refuses to say what he'd prefer me to do. He thinks that if he does he'll influence my decision and if I regret that decision later on he'll be blamed. I just want to know what he thinks. I'm scared and I want to know if he's scared too. Are these same thoughts running through his head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that writing some of this stuff down would help me to see things a bit more clearly, but it's not. If anything I am more confused than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-116039502806565851?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116039502806565851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=116039502806565851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116039502806565851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/116039502806565851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/late.html' title='Late...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115973937120252830</id><published>2006-10-01T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:11:13.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy Times...</title><content type='html'>I realise that I havn't posted anything for a while now and I apologise! I've had yet more exams to take, started in a new job, taken a hobby in a new direction, and made the changes you see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted! I've not had any time for sex whatsoever. I've not even had time to masturbate - my head has hit the pillow and I've started to snore before I've even thought about it. This a sorry state of affairs indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have more free time over the next couple of weeks as things calm down a little, so hopefully I'll be able to post a bit more often. Until then, I'll just say that I've been using my Ben-Wa balls a lot, and I love them! I feel so naughty knowing that they're inside me when I'm busy working at my desk! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115973937120252830?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115973937120252830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115973937120252830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115973937120252830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115973937120252830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-times.html' title='Busy Times...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115754034808236977</id><published>2006-09-06T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:14:32.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be making some changes to the look of this blog. Please bare with me, this may take some time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.seanandmel.blogspot.com"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; for her advice! I appreciate it hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My changes are now complete! Let me know what you think of my new look, and then go tell ArtfulDodger that he's a genius for creating such a great banner! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115754034808236977?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115754034808236977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115754034808236977&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115754034808236977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115754034808236977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115636746962885229</id><published>2006-08-23T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:07:06.156Z</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help...</title><content type='html'>I think that my blog looks a little boring, and could really use something to spice it up a bit.  The only problem is that I haven't the first idea how to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there have a few tips? Please, make sure that they are stupidly easy to follow as I'm a complete beginner! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115636746962885229?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115636746962885229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115636746962885229&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115636746962885229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115636746962885229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-help.html' title='A Little Help...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115567200858516302</id><published>2006-08-15T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:47:04.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Questions, Questions...</title><content type='html'>Borrowed this from Artful Dodger, who stole it from Dzer.  If you think anything needs an explanation, leave me a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My roommate and I once: I've never had a roommate - sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life have I: So much as kissed another woman.&lt;br /&gt;3. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always manage to make me smile is: My OH&lt;br /&gt;4. High school was: A nightmare! I was so glad when I left!&lt;br /&gt;5. When I’m nervous: I talk for Britain!&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I cried was: A few days ago, had a bit of a girlie moment!&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were to get married right now, my bridesmaids/groomsmen would be: They know who ther are!&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you rather run naked through a crowded place or have someone e-mail your deepest secret to all your friends? E-mail my deepest secret - my friends all know them anyway! lol!&lt;br /&gt;9. My hair: Is long, though you'd never know this as it's always tied up.&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was 5: I was much more sensible!&lt;br /&gt;11. Last Christmas: Was nice and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;12. When I turn my head left: I see a wall.&lt;br /&gt;13. I should be: Doing many things but instead I'm writing this!&lt;br /&gt;14. When I look down I see: I'm on the short side, so it's rare I see anything other than the floor!&lt;br /&gt;15. The craziest recent event was: ummm....having my blog reach 5000 visitors! Who knew that my words would be so popular? :)&lt;br /&gt;16. If I were a character on “Friends” I’d be: someone in Central Perk - I LOVE coffee! :)&lt;br /&gt;17. By this time next year: I hope to be very nearly married.&lt;br /&gt;18. My favorite aunt is: I only have one aunt, and the number of times of spoken to her wouldn't require all the digits on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a hard time understanding: Men!&lt;br /&gt;20. One time at a family gathering: What are these??? I don't exactly come from a close-knit family! :)&lt;br /&gt;21. You know I like you if: I smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;22. If I won an award, the first person (people) I’d thank: Would be the people who helped me to win it.&lt;br /&gt;23. Take my advice: Let yourself go and have fun as often as possible!&lt;br /&gt;24. My ideal breakfast is: Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;25. If you visit my home town: You're lost!&lt;br /&gt;26. Sometime soon I plan to visit: My local shopping centre!&lt;br /&gt;27. If you spend the night at my house: I have my own house?? Wow, how did I afford that??&lt;br /&gt;28. I’d stop my wedding if: Stop it?? I have a hard enough time trying to arrange the damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;29. The world could do without: Bad manners. This REALLY winds me up, and everyone would be so much happier without the wisecracks etc.&lt;br /&gt;30. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: EEEWWWWWWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;31. The most recent thing I’ve bought myself is: My ben-wa balls.&lt;br /&gt;32. The most recent thing someone else bought for me is: Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite blonde is: My friend, K..&lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite brunette is: Me! :) Just kidding, it's my OH.&lt;br /&gt;35. My car must have a sign on it that reads: I have a car?? News to me.&lt;br /&gt;36. The last time I was drunk: Never been drunk - I fall asleep after a few.&lt;br /&gt;37. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds: lol! Just had an image of looking up and seeing all manner of animals flying through the sky!&lt;br /&gt;38. I shouldn’t have been: So quick to fall in love with my ex.&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever shaved your pubic hair? No. Waxed? Always!&lt;br /&gt;40. Last night I: Went food shopping.&lt;br /&gt;41. There’s this girl I know who: Isn't too well. Hope you feel better soon sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;42: I don’t know: Many things! But I'm eager to learn...;)&lt;br /&gt;43. A better name for me would be: Something that would go better with my OH's surname.&lt;br /&gt;44. If I ever go back to school I’ll: Be travelling back in time.&lt;br /&gt;45. How many days until my birthday?: Several.&lt;br /&gt;46. One dead celebrity I wish I’d met is: Audrey Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;47. I’ve lived at my current address since: Just before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;48. I’ve been told I look like: My double! Apparently she lives in the same town as me, strangers forever come up to me and say "you're Dave's wife aren't you?" NO I AM NOT!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;49. If I could have any car, it would be: An Audi TT, silver, but not the new model - it looks too butch now.&lt;br /&gt;50. If I got a new cat tomorrow, I would name it: "kitty" until I worked out what kind of personality it had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115567200858516302?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115567200858516302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115567200858516302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115567200858516302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115567200858516302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/questions-questions.html' title='Questions, Questions...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115471984530385699</id><published>2006-08-04T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:12:48.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Problems...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've found that I've been thinking about another woman while I'm masturbating.  Not a fantasy, just thinking about how on earth I could start looking for a first experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, this terrifies me! I haven't played the dating game in over 6 years, so to look for a potential partner is quite a daunting prospect.  The fact that I'm looking for a female makes me a thousand times more nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what would I say to break the ice? What if she got the wrong end of the stick and thought I was single and gay (not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not me!)? Heck, how would I bring up the fact that I'm bi-curious? Does one just drop it into conversation these days when eyeing up a new date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts (and many more) have been whirling around my brain, but so far no answers have presented themselves.  I want the all-girl experience, but I'm not sure I'm brave enough to go looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone will find me and put all my fears to rest, or maybe I'm destined to remain curious. Who knows what the future will bring? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115471984530385699?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115471984530385699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115471984530385699&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115471984530385699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115471984530385699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/problems.html' title='Problems...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115351432187090258</id><published>2006-07-21T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:48:53.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity...</title><content type='html'>I've been checking quite a few blogs etc, and I've become curious about female ejaculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can do this, I did it once before several years ago. Problem is, I have absolutely no idea how I managed it, especially as I don't remember being particularly turned on at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several tips online as to how it might be achieved, but one site had a tip I'd never seen before. Ben Wa balls. I checked them out and found a &lt;a href="http://www.ravished.co.uk/product.cfm?id=824"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; that had really reasonable prices, so I've ordered some (see who's the first to correctly guess which colour!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that they'll help me in my quest for the ultimate orgasm, though even if they don't I'm sure that they'll benefit me in other ways (not to mention my OH!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115351432187090258?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115351432187090258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115351432187090258&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115351432187090258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115351432187090258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/curiosity.html' title='Curiosity...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115324712573149840</id><published>2006-07-18T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:17:46.826Z</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day...</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.secretbrain.blogspot.com"&gt;Artful Dodger&lt;/a&gt; has had a rough time over the past few days thanks to some small-minded people out there, and is thinking of quitting blogging altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is a real shame, as his blog is one of my favourites, and I try and read it everyday. He's extremely generous and will do anything to try and help a fellow blogger, not to mention his brilliant idea that is &lt;a href="http://blogstormz.blogspot.com"&gt;blogstormz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start a campaign. I for one don't want to see him quit the secret brain, and I'm sure that there are many others that share this view. Leave me a comment if you feel this way and I'll be sure to pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115324712573149840?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115324712573149840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115324712573149840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115324712573149840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115324712573149840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/sad-day.html' title='A Sad Day...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115152331992697426</id><published>2006-06-28T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:37:41.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Rant...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you're feeling horny the world conspires against you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take yesterday for example. My OH had been sending me messages all day telling me what he'd like to do to me, so I raced out of work as early as possible only to find out the majority of trains had been cancelled and I was stranded! By the time I finally got home, I was exhausted and in no mood for play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in a much better mood, but my very own body is against me. I'm horny as hell, but my OH doesn't like it when I'm surfing the crimson wave. I don't blame him though! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115152331992697426?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115152331992697426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115152331992697426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115152331992697426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115152331992697426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/rant.html' title='Rant...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115118306569323983</id><published>2006-06-24T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:25:09.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Romance...</title><content type='html'>Ever since the introduction of the internet, it has been a lot easier to find thoughts/opinions/tips on great sex. Everyone is much more open and honest about what it is they like (albeit in an anonymous way), but I wonder if good old fashioned romance has suffered as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly has in my relationship. Since starting this blog, I've felt more able to discuss new things I'd like to try which in turn encouraged my OH to open up. We have sex, fuck, shag, however you want to phrase it, but we never &lt;em&gt;make love&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love a raw fuck as much as anyone else, but I find myself craving intimacy and closeness just lately. I want to be covered in kisses, my eyes locked onto his, soft music and candlelight. Just once in a while, that's all I'm asking! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115118306569323983?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115118306569323983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115118306569323983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115118306569323983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115118306569323983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/romance.html' title='Romance...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115036526409274999</id><published>2006-06-15T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T08:00:00.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost Time...</title><content type='html'>Well my exams are finally over, and now I fully intend to make up for lost time! I have just a few short days to get as much sex as I can - my OH will be thoroughly worn out by the time I've finished with him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the weather improves slightly, it keeps threatening to rain, and indoor sex seems so boring just now. Oh well, any sex is better than none at all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I left my vibe? Seems ages since I last used it...getting withdrawal symptoms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115036526409274999?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115036526409274999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115036526409274999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115036526409274999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115036526409274999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-time.html' title='Lost Time...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-115004198643828005</id><published>2006-06-11T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:58:05.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer...</title><content type='html'>I love summer.  Everyone seems so much happier, it's nice and warm, the feeling of the sun caressing my skin...love it! What I love most though is the outdoor sex.  Especially at 4:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too hot to sleep comfortably so my OH and I went into the garden to cool down. I decided to lay down on the grass and gaze at the stars, whilst my OH sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting about nothing in particular, he was lazily tracing a path up and down my arms with his hands. Neither of us were thinking about sex. So when he leaned over and gave me a very hot, lingering kiss it was the last thing I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, he lifted my top up over my head and kissed his way down to my breasts. He teased my nipples with his tongue, knowing that this would send shivers through my body. I let out a little moan, wondering what he would do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, oh so slowly, he continued to kiss his way down my body, removing the remainder of my clothing as he did so. I was getting wetter by the second, something that never fails to delight. When his lips brushed over my clit I gasped, half hoping that his journey would end there and half hoping that he would excite me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped. Moved away from me long enough to remove his own clothing, then returned to me and began to kiss his way down my body once again. This time when he reached my clit he stayed put, teasing my button until I climaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a second he was inside me, gently thrusting, enjoying the effect my orgasm was having on his cock. Soon I stopped shaking and began to move with him, finding our rhythm. The entire world around me vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We increased the pace, faster and faster, wondering which one of us would come first, never breaking eye contact, kissing each other fiercely, as if we'd never be together like this again. I could feel that I was on the verge of another orgasm, but I desperatly wanted to hold on, wanted us to reach that point together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster and faster our bodies moved. Neither of us able to hold back anymore we came at the same time, our bodies slick with sweat,each of us crying out as we did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-115004198643828005?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115004198643828005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=115004198643828005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115004198643828005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/115004198643828005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer.html' title='Summer...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114988187967481162</id><published>2006-06-09T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:37:59.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie...</title><content type='html'>That's got you thinking hasn't it??!!? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let my readers know that my exams are almost over, so I'll be posting a proper post real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114988187967481162?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114988187967481162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114988187967481162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114988187967481162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114988187967481162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-quickie.html' title='Just a quickie...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114868174576966957</id><published>2006-05-26T21:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-05-28T02:23:50.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Post...</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time for blogging at the moment as I have exams in just two weeks time (PANIC!!!), so I've stolen this from &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;AAG's blog&lt;/a&gt; and added my own thoughts. I promise to post again whenever I get the chance! Cross my heart! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that are TRUE for me are in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never French-Kissed A Member Of The Opposite Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never French-Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Had Sex With A Member Of The Opposite Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Had Sex With A Member Of The Same Sex.&lt;/span&gt; (Here's hoping I do one day!)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Had A Three-Some.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Been In Love.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Had Sex In A Public Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Had Group Intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’ve Never Been Spanked.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Been Tied Up.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Regretted Having Sex With Someone.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Made Out With A Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Gone On A Blind Date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Had A Crush On A Teacher or Professor. (Does a dance teacher count here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Slept With A Co-Worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Had Sex At The Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Been Married.&lt;/span&gt; (Hoping to get married soon though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Been Divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Had Sex With More Than One Person Within The Same Week.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Posed Nude. (Only for my OH).&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Watched Porn. (Actually, I've only seen one porno. Wouldn't mind seeing a lot more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Gotten Someone Drunk Just To Have Sex With Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’ve Never Received Scars From My Sex Partner. (I'll leave this to your imagination!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Had Sex At A Friend’s House While They Were Throwing A Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Never Had Sex In A Dressing Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Flashed Anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve Never Met Anyone From Online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Cheated On My Significant Other.&lt;/span&gt; (Been on the other side of this, and it SUCKED. I'd NEVER do this!)&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Masturbated. (WTF?? Who thought of putting this one in??)&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Used A Sex Toy On Myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Used A Sex Toy On Someone Else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Danced On A Table Or Bar. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Does a podium count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Strip-Teased For Anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've Never Received A Rim Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Given A Rim Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Received A Hand Job.&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Given A Hand Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Had Sex In A Hammock.&lt;/span&gt; (Is this even possible without injury to either party? :) )&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Performed Oral Sex.&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Received Oral Sex.&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Had Anal Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Had Sex involving a strapon.&lt;/span&gt; (The thought turns me on though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Given/Received A Golden Shower. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Cannot see this as sexy, it's just gross if you ask me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've Never Had Sex With Someone While Fantasizing About Having Sex With Someone Else. (True if you're my OH and reading this, otherwise false!)&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Had A Sex Dream.&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Had An Orgasm By Myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Had An Orgasm With/By Someone Else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Had Phone Sex. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Just doesn't appeal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've Never Had Cyber Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Role-Played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've Never Played Strip Poker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114868174576966957?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114868174576966957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114868174576966957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114868174576966957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114868174576966957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/lazy-post_114868174576966957.html' title='Lazy Post...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114805476162564643</id><published>2006-05-19T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:01:01.360Z</updated><title type='text'>A Very Good Week...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is but I've been extremely horny all week.  Perhaps it's because the weather has &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; taken a turn for the better, perhaps it's a hundred and one other reasons, but I can't stop thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately my OH has been only too happy to help me out.  He must think it's his lucky day (week!) because I've been asking him to play with me (normally I like him to lead everything).  Normally I only want sex every few days or so, but this week I've wanted lots of hot, hard, raw fucks that are over almost as soon as they've begun.  Usually doggy-style as this position drives me crazy, hitting my g-spot and making me gush. I think I've gone through every towel in cupboard in a vain attempt to keep the bed dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this warm weather continues, as I'm looking forward to taking my sex life outdoors again.  There's a river nearby that I've yet to investigate, so keep your fingers crossed for nice weather for me, and if you ask nicely I'll tell you all about it afterwards! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114805476162564643?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114805476162564643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114805476162564643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114805476162564643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114805476162564643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/very-good-week.html' title='A Very Good Week...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114725864787389414</id><published>2006-05-10T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:16:17.756Z</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy..</title><content type='html'>Just over a month ago I ordered a new toy (click &lt;a href="http://www.blissbox.com/store/detail.asp?productid=2753"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out for yourself). It looks a little scary, but I was convinced of it's brilliance after reading the reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for it to arrive, and my old rabbit is beginning to make some extremely odd noises (well, it has served me faithfully for 5 years!), so I hope that it won't be too much longer before my new one arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the site in question to find out what's happened to my new toy. They told me that there is problem with their suppliers. When it &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; arrives I'll make sure I let you know if it's really as good as the reviews say it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;UPDATE #2**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toy arrived yesterday, and OMG!  As soon as I got in from work I headed straight upstairs to try it out, and never actually made it back downstairs again! It's amazing! I thoroughly recommend it! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114725864787389414?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114725864787389414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114725864787389414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114725864787389414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114725864787389414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy..'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114708588413575475</id><published>2006-05-08T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:03:40.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Chat with a girlfriend...</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I met up with a friend.  She's just started seeing someone so the vast majority of our conversation revolved around this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As girls do, we compared notes on how our sex lives were going (if you're male, we don't discuss half the things you think we do but that's another post!).  Her comment "I'm glad I can talk to you about this stuff. I wouldn't feel comfortable discussing it with anyone else" got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we talked about was the fact that we both like porn.  Aside from my OH, she is the only person (in the real world!) that knows this about me.  Until this discussion I thought I was a bit abnornmal.  I mean, girls aren't supposed to like porn!  I've never discussed this with other girlfriends for this very reaso, so I wonder just how many of us women hide away our true sexual selves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men flaunt their sexual desires everywhere you look...in advertising campaigns, films and TV shows, and the top shelf of a newsagents.  They are totally comfortable with it.  So in today's society where men a nd women are supposedly equal, why are women so ashamed and embarrassed to admit what turns them on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one would like to see this change.  Talking with my girlfriend felt so liberating!  If only I felt this comfortable with all my friends...who knows what other secrets might be revealed! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114708588413575475?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114708588413575475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114708588413575475&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114708588413575475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114708588413575475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/chat-with-girlfriend.html' title='Chat with a girlfriend...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114432632053852853</id><published>2006-04-06T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:59:23.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday, and I have to say it was probably the worst birthday I have had so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd taken the day off work (I'm one of these people that refuses to work on their birthday!) and was looking forward to a day of pleasure. Then something bad happened at work a couple of weeks ago and I ended up spending the daylight hours of my birthday having interviews. Not a good start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that the hours of darkness are more fun anyway, I came home hoping that my OH would give me a birthday to remember. It wasn't to be. No sex, no playing with each other, nothing. At this point I gave up. I didn't even have the heart to masturbate! A birthday without an orgasm... :(  Actually, anyday without an orgasm is the pits, but a birthday is just unforgivable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114432632053852853?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114432632053852853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114432632053852853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114432632053852853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114432632053852853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114381883224759167</id><published>2006-03-31T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:43:06.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Masturbation</title><content type='html'>I am a serial masturbator.  I love it, and have done it in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; many places! I thought I'd list a few here - not including the obvious places - then see where everyone else likes to do it!  Also, if you have any suggestions for places I should try, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a car - as a passanger in the rear AND in the front&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a train (missed my station as a result!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a bus (I love it when so many people could catch me at any moment!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the wings when I'm about to go onstage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At work (very naughty!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several times down by a river (lovely on a sunny day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At a friend's place (not that they knew!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On an aeroplane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a restuarant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While typing this!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a lecture at university...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and these are only the places that spring to mind instantly! I've almost been caught on loads of occassions, but I think that just makes it more exciting! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114381883224759167?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114381883224759167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114381883224759167&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114381883224759167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114381883224759167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/masturbation.html' title='Masturbation'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114190923548290710</id><published>2006-03-09T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:36:21.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I recently read a post on &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;AlwaysArousedGirl's&lt;/a&gt; blog that's got me thinking. In it she asks on a scale of 1 to 10 (1 being homosexual and 10 being heterosexual), where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rated myself as an 8, as did many other people. What struck me is how few people could actually say that they were straight or gay. As teenagers we agonise over this, desperate to work it out, and finally decide one way or the other before using this decision to judge everyone we meet from that point on.  We might not do this intentionally, but admit it, when you see a very effeminite man you automatically think "gay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one think that the word gay should go back to it's original meaning - happy - after all, isn't this the only label that matters?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114190923548290710?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114190923548290710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114190923548290710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114190923548290710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114190923548290710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-114190732381022603</id><published>2006-03-09T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:28:43.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Problem</title><content type='html'>Ever seen the episode of "Sex &amp; The City" where Samantha loses her orgasm? When I saw it I thought it was hilarious, all the things she did to bring herself off had me in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sympathise.  Over the last few weeks I've tried sex, oral, masturbation etc, none of which have brought release.  Even my vibrator (which &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; failed before) seems to have turned traitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a common problem? It's not exactly something you can discuss with friends (before you disagree here, remember I'm from the UK, and while we may have close friends, we're not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; close!).  I keep trying in the hope that it's just a blip, but I'm beginning to panic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-114190732381022603?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114190732381022603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=114190732381022603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114190732381022603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/114190732381022603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/problem.html' title='Problem'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-113940137540607446</id><published>2006-02-08T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:28:42.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Confession #1</title><content type='html'>I have dreamt about the touch of another woman for a long time now.  I can't help but wonder what she'll do to me, how it will feel, and will it feel different to a man's touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder what my touch will do to her, how she'll taste when I delve my tongue into her soaking wet cunt, whether she'll gasp with pleasure when I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my OH's favourite fantasy is a threesome with me and another woman, but I don't want the first time I experience another femaile to be witnessed by him.  I want to be able to show him what I've learned if we ever have a FMF scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear is that if I tell my OH about my fantasy he'll instantly think threesome, about what two women could do to him, about how good he'll feel.  What if he totally forgets about the curse of emothion that women have to deal with?  I don't want to be a bundle of nerves if we ever find ourselves in this situation, but somehow I don't think that this would ever occur to him, nor the fact that I would have to fancy the female in question as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really appreciate some comments about all this, because I'd love to make my (and his) fantasy become a reality but my nerves and doubts are holding me back.  Have you been where I am now?  How did you overcome your fears?  If you're a guy reading this, let me know if my fears are unfounded, or how might be best to tell my OH.  In fact, any advice you can give me would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-113940137540607446?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113940137540607446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=113940137540607446&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113940137540607446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113940137540607446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/confession-1.html' title='Confession #1'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-113932202892993706</id><published>2006-02-07T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:07:40.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Losing a Cherry</title><content type='html'>Just a couple of days ago I experienced something that makes me horny whenever I think about it.  I fulfileld one of my OH oldest fantasies and I lost my anal cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in bed reading, and my OH was feeling a bit frisky. His hands were wandering all over my body, trying to distract me. "Are you going to let me read?" I asked, smiling at him. "No" came the response. Acting like I was really annoyed, I threw my book to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I really was pissed off, my OH lay on top of me, pinning me down so that I couldn't resist, then pushed his shaft deep into my sex. Releasing that I was actually very wet he began to really thrust, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside. Just a minute or so later he pulled out and spurted his seed all over my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't come, I was very frustrated, and I was covered. What would any girl do now but take a bath and invite someone to share it? That's exactly what I did. Once in the bath, I demanded an orgasm. He slid his hand up my long legs, and thrust a couple of fingers into me before withdrawing them and moving to my clit. A few seconds later I came very noisily, but I still wasn't satisfied. I turned around, offering my ass for some doggy-style action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my surprise when I felt his cockhead pressing against that tightest of holes. Slowly but surely he pushed his shaft into me, trying not to hurt me, but at the same time desperate to bury himself to the hilt. Once inside he began to thrust as if his very life depended on it, and he reached around me to play with my clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt anything so good. If I'd known that a cock in my ass would intensify all the lovely feelings, I would have lost my cherry ages ago. I came two or three times in quick succession, barely recovering before the next wave of pleasure swept up my body. When he came inside my ass it felt incredible, such a turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally satisfied, we returned to bed. I fell asleep almost instantly and had hot dreams about what had just happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-113932202892993706?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113932202892993706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=113932202892993706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113932202892993706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113932202892993706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/losing-cherry.html' title='Losing a Cherry'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-113897293898889919</id><published>2006-02-03T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:56:03.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Can you remember your first orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very young when I had mine, no more than six or seven years old.  I was exploring as any kid does, finding out the differences between my body and that of boys when I touched my clitoris.  The sensation that shot through me was amazing, like a bolt of electricity shooting through my body.  I was intrigued, and I wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No orgasm stands out in my memory like that first! I’ve been hooked ever since, constantly craving the release of orgasm.  I’ve masturbated in so many different places and in so many different circumstances I’ve lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that’s why I wasn’t particularly interested in having a boyfriend when all my friends were pairing up.  I remember friends talking about their first orgasms, singing the praises of their boyfriends for making them feel so good, and thinking “I don’t need a boyfriend for that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one boy did eventually catch my eye.  We got together when I was eighteen, and he showed me that there is so much more to the orgasm…but that’s a story for another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-113897293898889919?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113897293898889919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=113897293898889919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113897293898889919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113897293898889919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/innocent-beginnings.html' title='Innocent Beginnings'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-113897244761229781</id><published>2006-02-03T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:29:49.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Frustration (2)</title><content type='html'>I’d been feeling extremely frustrated all day, something my OH picked up on the minute he walked in the door.  He decided to make me feel hornier by teasing my nipples into stiff brown peaks with his tongue, spiralling in ever-smaller circles till I was groaning with delight.  I was willing him to lick his way down my body, teasing me deliciously until he reached my soaking wet sex, before bringing me to the first of the many orgasms I desperately craved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t to be, after a few minutes on my nipples he walked away from me.  I would have done anything, absolutely anything, for him to continue, but I could not convince him to finish what he’d started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was frustrated before, but now I’m on the verge of destroying something. I could use my vibe to bring me to orgasm but (unusually) I am not interested. I long for human contact, for the feeling of skin on skin.  I want to have his throbbing cock quivering inside me, want to feel his muscles tightening as he gets closer to his orgasm, bringing me to the edge of my own.  I want to come with an intensity I’ve never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's looking at me with a smile on his face, enjoying seeing me so worked up.  I wonder if he will take advantage of my mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-113897244761229781?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113897244761229781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=113897244761229781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113897244761229781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113897244761229781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustration-2.html' title='Frustration (2)'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21862866.post-113888704790839512</id><published>2006-02-02T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:14:09.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>As a 20-something female, I know that there are lots of sexual acts I've yet to experience. Reading &lt;a href="http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk"&gt;easily aroused's &lt;/a&gt;blog has opened my eyes to a few more (he has an amazing way with words!) and I find myself yearning to try some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herein lies my problem. My partner and I have vanilla sex. I'm getting bored, but when I've brought up the subject or tried to introduce something new I've hit a brick wall. I love him, and I'm not looking to leave the relationship but I'm getting more and more frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if anyone has any suggestions as to how I should deal with my frustration, or you're in a similar situation, please leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21862866-113888704790839512?l=twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113888704790839512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21862866&amp;postID=113888704790839512&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113888704790839512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21862866/posts/default/113888704790839512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty-somethinggirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>20SomethingGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03513429087730050199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikZ7Irup4W0/RjTxeyY95WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8impniT_OqU/s200/blue+butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
