A Walk On the Wild Side
In a post not too long ago, Oz-based Pinay blogger Shai generated ideas from her readers about some of the wild things they’ve done in their lifetime. I would like to know about yours though am not sure if anybody will come out totally in the open about those things. Do give it a try and I’ll make my own rundown here.
Reminiscing about my own wild and crazy times make me smile. Reaching this age, I believe I’ve become tamer which doesn’t really equate to good news. Tamer = boring. Those were the days:
Skinny dipping with two gf’s and two male friends – from the waist up only 
sleeping naked with a girl friend – just got this from a Friendster testi. I can’t remember though.
visiting a gay bar with my girl officemates and shrieking to death (especially since those male dancers were grinding their bulges on our shoulders, ahehe)
posing in high heels and sexy lace underwear during a studio shot (pre-blogging days)
cozying up to someone in high heels and sexy lace underwear (which gets really awkward btw, unless you’re a professional, hahaha)
OD’ing on tequila and saying “I love you” to a crush who as helping me regain consciousness. Oh la la tequila, never again!
Making out in public – the only remnant of my once happily married life that I choose to remember with fondness (sabay untog sa pader!)
Brazilian-waxing – of course, what could be kinkier than having an attendant casually combing your “hair” and then having her face just one cm or so away from your privates. ugh!
Getting turned on with the massage of this masseuse who I think was applying her strokes close enough to my erogenous zones. I ask her: “aren’t you feeling something??” and she says “no. I shot back: “well, I am feeling something and I think it’s the way you massage me.” She answers: ” No ma’am. Maybe because you just feel lonely. When I miss my husband, I just put a pillow between my legs and hold it very close to me” I say to her in disbelief: “You mean to say you don’t even use a vibraterrr?” Masseuse replies: “what’s that?” There goes my failed attempt at lesbianism.
Ajay has so far said no to the following:
drugs
swinging
body piercing
posing naked before the webcam. That’s why I don’t really chat. One gets these requests from idiots who’d be better off vanishing online as they are on this planet (ano hilo?!)
Blogging since 2004 and recently married to Mr Z. I can't live without coffee....and brown sugar.
wow! great confessions! here’s a couple of mine:
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–taken a couple of bites of a stranger’s hardly-eaten cake (hey, he only took one bite and then left! i felt bad for the cake
–snuck a boy into my house in the middle of the night (ah…high school follies)
Yikes, I have a lot of those wild side moments but I’d rather keep them to myself for now. Hahaha!
Very revealing of you ajay, it will take a while for me fo trim down my list, he he.
Thank for your contribution Kat:smile:
Yer right, wala sa image ng wholesome blog mo Toni to suddenly unravel those revelations, haha
Very revealing? I think some juicy details are still missing Jane:lol:
aaaawww you made me remember my not so distant past!
skinny dipping – check.
brazilian waxing – check and I’m still loving it!
making out in public- check.
one that I remember vividly was when I went out sans underwear just to try how it feels. al fresco!:mrgreen:
Bravo to ALL OF THAT Duke:wink: AFter all, life’s too short..
woweee, what a list aj!
i think i’m going to pass on this one. i’m conservative NOW, hehe.
I’ll never state on print the wildest thing I ever did. But.
One lesson I learned from one of the other (relatively tamer) things I tried was this:
Ocean + Naked + Sex = Ouch.
I still cringe thinking about it.
I am stumped. What is that Gigi? May centipede sa beach?hehe:grin:
I’m so glad to say I can put something here. Oooh, I’ve done some things. With people I trust, thank goodness:
Skinny dipping with friends.
Passionate Love-making in public places including movie theater bathroom, parking lot, college changing room in the theater department (with Woody, hehe, before marriage aka before predictability…)
Thanks for giving your input Tin. Marriage equals predictability: I wonder how somebody like you fights that. There are lots of creative ways am sure:smile: