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Yup! I was ten or so, and was riding my jet ski around, being the crazy water-bourne child I was. As the crest of the wave came up, I jerked for some reason, and took it broadside. It sent me flying and I remember flipping ass over tea kettle three times.
Water feels a lot like cement sometimes. I woke up under water, quickly realising that one: I had shit myself. Sometimes poo floats, and my dad and his friends were on the surface. Please, lawdy, please, NO FLOATERS!
Two, I was much deeper underwater than I wanted to be, especially for having a life vest on, and the surface seemed an awful long way up. I started swimming up as fast as I could, ears sore and popping from pressure, I was even further down than I though. The last few seconds seemed like minutes, as I couldn't hold my breath much longer, and I could have sworn I should have hit the surface a few FEET ago. Looking up, as the sun shone down in the water, and the bubbles rose around me, I at least came to the peace that if I died, my last view was something I loved. Then I hit surface, and air.
I sat there in the water stunned for a second, scanning the water for floaters as my dad swam towards me, got back on my jetski and went into harbor for the day. -
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General Grevis! (I'm a smoker, hence.) -
Probably a few hundred times or so. Nothing outlandish, I had a boyfriend who didn't want to have sex with me for quite a few years, so. Low number.
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The bee sting on my foot! Owwie!
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Who, and what I am. That hopefully someone could take lessons from my life mistakes.
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I'm hoping it's going it's going to be this foxtail plug. :3
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That it is a falsehood, perpetuated by those who are too scared/unwilling/un-wanting to let go of the emotional safety net.
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Creativity, being active, and seeking new experiences, and an open mind and heart. I can have the crazy at times, and pretty bad, so I also look for someone with that cukoo-edge. It helps when I'm going bonkers, or when I pick up dead things and bring them home for art projects, and he understands. :)
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My fingers? Or other person fingers?I have tiny fingers, they probably all do, whereas Mr.Gravy has BIG sausage fingers, and maybe two do.
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Suits, and old world gentry. Mmmm. A 1960's style suit with the nice cut, and thin black ties are my favorite.
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Yes! Actually the entire house has been scoured clean with the help of Mr. Gravy.
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My dressing room is. The shared bedroom is not.
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Indeeeed. Its a default answer for me.
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Not particularly, I enjoy it nonetheless.
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In an old house, with lots of windows and sunshine. Old, warm wood floors. On a lot positively overgrown with green.
I'm simple to please in that regard. -
?????.... I like question marks too. :) ????
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Marie’s Bio
Coffee lovin', bawdy mouthed, Female, and submissive.
