The View From My Knees

Drinking alcohol can either be a boost to your sex life or the death of it. There is this fine line between getting a girl drunk enough to throw her inhibitions to the wind and have wild sex with someone she just met, and getting her so drunk she stumbles home and passes out fully clothed on her bed. Oh, and then there are the nights she gets so drunk she pukes on the side of the road on the way back to your place. Now that is hot.

Last night I went on a date with a guy I met at a Superbowl party. We met at a nearby bar and ordered a pitcher of beer. We spent the evening talking and drinking and flirting and drinking and making out and, of course, drinking. The two of us went through three pitchers of beer. For a Girl like me who usually gets nice and toasty after two drinks, that was quite a lot of drinking. The drunker I got, the hornier I got. Read the rest of this entry »

I will always hold a special place in my fantasies for Gwen Stefani. Oh sure, Gwen has (at the moment) long sexy blonde hair, piercing eyes, and a stomach I’d like to lick honey off. But that isn’t what makes her special. What makes Gwen so near and dear to my heart, or rather, my hormones, is how she reminds me of my first kiss with another girl. She was a knockout, the spitting image of a 1998 Gwen Stefani. She had shoulder-length platinum blonde hair. The Gwen-like belly shirts she wore revealed an equally Gwen-like flat stomach. She had a tomboyish attitude and could hold her own with the guys.

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