18 Plus ( + ) . A group of 7 ladies came to our house last week. They stayed for 4 days and it was a nice experience. Being the only daughter without a sister, I kinda liked their company. We had girls talk. We talked about everything. I mostly did the laughing and the comedienne of the house. . . We got talking and we got to sex. One of the ladies said she doesn't like to talk about sex because she hates it and she was advised to borrow my earpiece for the duration of the sex talk. In our discussion, we were talking about our sex adventure. The one that said she hates sex said she can never allow her boyfriend go down on her, she even added #God_Forbid to it, 'that irritating thing, that smelling thing?'. ' Even me I can't even taste or put my tongue into it' she said with so much disgust. The other ladies jaws dropped. They tried telling her what she has been missing and how it is best to them. You know those kind talk? She refused, she said ...
Depersonalization You’re staring straight ahead. Somehow your awareness peels away from you, in slow motion. It’s like you’ve cracked in two, and one half is facing the wrong way. Are you in your physical body, which you know must still be there? Before you know it, you’re up on the ceiling somewhere, watching yourself down below. I’ve read that depersonalisation is one of the body’s stress responses. You can’t deal with a situation, so it almost ejects you, makes you feel disconnected. Which would be amazing, if it wasn’t so awful. When it first happened to me – to this extreme, at least – I was on holiday with my dad, sister and brother. Something felt off, uncomfortable. I’d been feeling anxious and out of sorts all week, so I went back to the hotel room in the middle of the day. I remember feeling I couldn’t stay still. Things weren’t right. I paced around the hotel room in the heat, wearing my bikini. Pacing was good. I was doing something, and something had to be done. Af...
SYLVIA admitted that her parent's marriage and the stoic way her mummy yielded her position as the first wife to a much younger and ambitious woman prepared her for the way she handled her relationship with men. Her story:When a man suddenly discovered he's scaled the ladder of success faster than he'd envisaged, what does he do when he gets to the top? Chuck his frumpy wife for a more sophisticated model, that's s what! And it happened to my mother – a stark illiterate, my father too couldn't read or write. But he was a fairly successful cocoa farmer and although we weren't exactly rolling on the laps of luxury, we were the envy of our small town; talk about a big fish in a very small pond indeed! We at least had the benefit of a good education. My father had been on the war-path with the leadership of the local Pentecostal church we attended. He disagreed with the procedure used for raising money and how the money was spent. Things finally got to a hea...
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