<?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-2932649863894343733</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:32:38.412-05:00</updated><category term='SPANKINGS'/><title type='text'>Life Under Cover</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-8053328633690316495</id><published>2007-11-07T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:05:04.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, here's something a little different. Click again for a little different view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RzKOuCecWSI/AAAAAAAAACg/vAPpNI9IU4c/s1600-h/Picture%2520104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130319842823133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RzKOtyecWRI/AAAAAAAAACY/4mnA2AHMWZk/s400/Picture%2520101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Go see &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;Osbasso&lt;/a&gt; to view some more HNT happenings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and Midnite has been too quiet around here lately... maybe some encouragement would get him to post more... and perhaps even join in the HNT fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-8053328633690316495?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/8053328633690316495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=8053328633690316495&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/8053328633690316495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/8053328633690316495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/11/hnt-8.html' title='HNT 8'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RzKOtyecWRI/AAAAAAAAACY/4mnA2AHMWZk/s72-c/Picture%2520101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-2366868175553021843</id><published>2007-10-31T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:35:21.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people like to dress up for Halloween... I prefer to dress down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RylGz-DUKXI/AAAAAAAAACA/olrZYY1DUrY/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127707509382195570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RylGz-DUKXI/AAAAAAAAACA/olrZYY1DUrY/s400/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go trick or treat Osbasso to find out who else dressed for HNT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-2366868175553021843?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/2366868175553021843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=2366868175553021843&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/2366868175553021843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/2366868175553021843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/hnt-7.html' title='HNT 7'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RylGz-DUKXI/AAAAAAAAACA/olrZYY1DUrY/s72-c/Picture+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-5233828011683827575</id><published>2007-10-24T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:55:25.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was thinking about tonight's HNT, and trying to think of something to post. Then a conversation I had with a freind last night popped into my head. He said something about watching take my fingers "out of my stuff" and then put them in my mouth. Well, here's one finger, at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RyAhD-DUKVI/AAAAAAAAABw/El4Zt32aNZI/s1600-h/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125132728027851090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RyAhD-DUKVI/AAAAAAAAABw/El4Zt32aNZI/s400/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go see the &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;HNT Mastermind&lt;/a&gt; to find out who else is Half-Nekkid this week. HHNT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-5233828011683827575?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/5233828011683827575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=5233828011683827575&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/5233828011683827575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/5233828011683827575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/hnt-6.html' title='HNT 6'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RyAhD-DUKVI/AAAAAAAAABw/El4Zt32aNZI/s72-c/Picture+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-2694881871729282249</id><published>2007-10-17T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:12:01.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, after all my celebrating last week, I didn't get much else done! But I did manage to get around to clicking a couple of HNT shots, and this week, the thighs have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most females I know, I do not like my thighs. However, I was visiting with a blogger friend tonight, who gave me the idea for these shots. I'm not sure this is what he had in mind, but I gave it my best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122523275379897442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rxbbx1awdGI/AAAAAAAAABg/osSBAzqFUAM/s400/Picture+83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RxbaS1awdEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZIeA_66Vh2w/s1600-h/Picture+84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122521643292324930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RxbaS1awdEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZIeA_66Vh2w/s400/Picture+84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RxbaS1awdFI/AAAAAAAAABY/JsnlFM4vZ48/s1600-h/Picture+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122521643292324946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RxbaS1awdFI/AAAAAAAAABY/JsnlFM4vZ48/s400/Picture+85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's nice to have friends with creative minds! Go see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Osbasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to see who else is half (or more) nekkid this week. HHNT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-2694881871729282249?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/2694881871729282249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=2694881871729282249&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/2694881871729282249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/2694881871729282249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/hnt-5.html' title='HNT 5'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rxbbx1awdGI/AAAAAAAAABg/osSBAzqFUAM/s72-c/Picture+83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-4759244457214993633</id><published>2007-10-11T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:49:22.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I moan softly as I feel your hard cock rubbing against me.  I push my ass back, wanting you to take me.  I gasp as I feel your belt slapping against my sit spot.  Over and over, turning my cheeks bright pink.  I finally cry out, and the dildo drops.  You stop, and order me to turn over.  I can see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-cum glistening on the end of your rigid shaft.  You grab my legs and pull me toward the edge of the bed, not noticing me wince as my tender backside is dragged across the rough blanket.  "Spread your legs," you whisper.  I open wide for you.  That's when I notice the belt, still in your hand.  Lightly you begin to slap my pussy, causing me to writhe in excitement.  The sting is slight, but the wriggling keeps my bottom fire hot.  The next thing I know, you are slowly dragging the belt across my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;, bringing me to the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dropping the belt, your hand takes it's place, running up and down my slit.  You grab my ankles pulling me almost off the bed, and putting my feet near your shoulders.  You run your cock up and down, spreading my wetness.  Slowly you enter, and then withdraw, sliding down...  My eyes fly open as you begin to work your way into my tightest opening.  You look deep into my eyes.  "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you.  I promise."  I take a deep breath and try.  Your hand begins to roam, as you gently press on.  "Rub yourself," you order, "I want to see you cum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My fingers begin to dance as we lock eyes.  I become wetter and more excited.  You continue to move slowly in and out as my fingers and hips move.  I climax, loudly, and you growl, "Don't stop.  Do it again!"  I rub faster, as do you.  We cum together.  It's hard to say who was moaning louder, but I remember you smiling as I screamed your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sated and curled together, I heard you murmur, "What a great birthday!" before I fell asleep.  I couldn't speak, but I did smile in agreement!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS.  I think we should celebrate your birthday every month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-4759244457214993633?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/4759244457214993633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=4759244457214993633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/4759244457214993633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/4759244457214993633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-celebration.html' title='More Celebration'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-3798542781152468589</id><published>2007-10-10T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:34:30.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm coming out from under the covers long enough to post this HNT, and then I have a celebration to continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rw2SrVawdCI/AAAAAAAAABA/XvQlnMKMzzo/s1600-h/Picture+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119909624571524130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rw2SrVawdCI/AAAAAAAAABA/XvQlnMKMzzo/s400/Picture+76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are a whole lot of others getting half nekkid today... you can find them &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-3798542781152468589?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/3798542781152468589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=3798542781152468589&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/3798542781152468589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/3798542781152468589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/hnt-4.html' title='HNT 4'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rw2SrVawdCI/AAAAAAAAABA/XvQlnMKMzzo/s72-c/Picture+76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-1994826103444838070</id><published>2007-10-10T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:28:05.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDNIGHT TMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="external link" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;TMI 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wash up, cuddle or fall asleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle and crash, then shower when I'm refreshed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever fake orgasms?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I always get mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. In any 24 hour period, what is the most number of time you have ever had sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paraphrase this with it was back when I was fresh out of high school and dating a serious nymphomaniac chick but it was 8 friggin times, it was the night before I was going on a camping trip and I was red raw all weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever had sex or give/received oral sex while you were driving a car&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Same said nympho wouldn't let me drive alone at night with her without her going down on me. A few times after that. But havent been down that road in a looong time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What do you think the average number of sexual partners your sex has in their lifetime? Do you think most people lie when asked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly never kept a tally, I started late but made up for it in a 4-5 year span of hitting everything but the lottery (alcohol was involved). If pressured I'd say around 20-25 . Do people lie when asked. Im sure they do for a variety of reasons, but I don't really understand why. Good bad or indifferent, in a small way, these are things that make up who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus (as in optional):Can men and women be "just friends?" (Explain)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they can, there is always a grey area of flirting that just has to happen. Both guys and girls have to feel vibrant and appealing to the opposite sex. So if you mean purely sister christian platonic with no double entendres, dirty jokes shared, and stuff like that then no. But if you allow for the occasional flirt session then absolutely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-1994826103444838070?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/1994826103444838070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=1994826103444838070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1994826103444838070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1994826103444838070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/midnight-tmi.html' title='MIDNIGHT TMI'/><author><name>MIDNITE MARAUDER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063956643108666221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-8626635803099325400</id><published>2007-10-09T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:55:32.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration (continued)</title><content type='html'>I lay there beside you, watching your naked body as you snuggle in. You get nice and comfortable. I whisper your name. You softly and sweetly reply "yes lover" I ask if you forgot something? It takes you a second but you realize that your not quite done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You silently get up, walk across the room and slip my belt from the loops of my pants. The pants fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. You begin to walk towards me on the bed and you suddenly stop. You go back and pick the pants from the floor, straighten them out and neatly fold them and put them on the dresser. You look at me and sense that I am impressed. You are learning, and remembering to do the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hand me the belt as I get off the bed. You kneel directly on the middle of the bed and stretch out placing one hand on each of the top bedposts. Your legs crossed at the ankles. Awaiting my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a minute because I am already turned on again by your nakked body and the progress you have made as my sub. I tell you to uncross your legs and spread wide. You obediently do as I commanded and breathily I hear you say "Use me master, I have been bad. I should not have been sassy earlier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach over to your nightstand and find your biggest dildo right where you keep it. I tell you to open your mouth. You do so and I slide the dildo between your sexy lips. "keep that there and you dont want to let it go during your spanking" (you dont know if the spanking will be worse or if it will stop if you drop your suck dildo so you dont take the chance and eagerly take it all the way in your mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then begin to slide your legs even wider apart and start feeling you out, fingers along the bottom of your pussy. Thumb at your ass. Both thumb and fingers occasionally drifting to your creamy thighs. You know that I am rubbing and caressing and softening you up. You know it's coming but not when.&lt;br /&gt;Then you feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sting of the belt first on the right thigh. You flinch, then shudder, then moan a mixture of pain and pleasure. You draw the suck dildo in deeply so that it doesnt slip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then feel the sting on the left thigh, this one a little harder, I can tell this turned you on because you instinctively pulled your right hand down and slide it into your hot wet throbing pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel my hard cock pressed against your ass cheeks as i slide the tip along from the bottom of your pussy to the top of your ass and back.&lt;br /&gt;You wait and wonder when you are gonna be taken.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-8626635803099325400?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/8626635803099325400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=8626635803099325400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/8626635803099325400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/8626635803099325400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/celebration-continued.html' title='Celebration (continued)'/><author><name>MIDNITE MARAUDER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063956643108666221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-5186810159109358953</id><published>2007-10-09T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T05:37:00.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Wash up, cuddle or fall asleep?&lt;/span&gt; Well, it depends on how messy it was! If it was really messy, wash up first. But normally, I prefer to cuddle for a while (or cuddle after washing up!). But eventually, for health reasons, I always get up and go to the bathroom. Then back to cuddle... or fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Have you ever fake orgasms?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, in the past I have. Not any more. I don't HAVE to orgasm to enjoy sex. I enjoy it no matter what, but I enjoy it more if I do! And a good partner will make sure I do, one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. In any 24 hour period, what is the most number of time you have ever had sex?&lt;/span&gt; Well, it depends... I've been with a guy for a few hours, and through various manipulations have had a number of orgasms, but not intercourse. The number of times I've had sexual intercourse in a 24 hour period is probably 5 or 6 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Have you ever had sex or give/received oral sex while you were driving a car?&lt;/span&gt; I have given a little, but I didn't "bring him home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. What do you think the average number of sexual partners your sex has in their lifetime (so for me a female)? Do you think most people lie when asked?&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm... tough question. For me, I think it's between 10 and 12. I can count 8, and a couple of those were just once or twice, but they weren't just someone I picked up in a bar. I had "relationships" with them. But there are a couple of "foggy" college years, so... Do I think that most people lie when asked? Well, I, myself, would prefer not to be asked, so I'd have to say they might fudge a little. I know there are certainly 2 or 3 on my list that I'd leave off if pressured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bonus (as in optional):Can men and women be "just friends?" (Explain)&lt;/span&gt; I absolutely believe this. I work in a female dominated line of work, but I consider the few men I have worked with to be great friends. And I have many more male internet friends that female. I like men, and for the most part they are not as "backbiting" as some females I know. And generally they will give you an honest opinion, as they have nothing to lose. Often times females will offer their opinion, but it it generally given with regards to what is best for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-5186810159109358953?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/5186810159109358953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=5186810159109358953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/5186810159109358953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/5186810159109358953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title='TMI 2'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-6755533766670309104</id><published>2007-10-06T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:07:43.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Celebration Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I scream as I my body convulses in a giant orgasm. The cause for my next scream was a searing pain on the back of my thigh. "What the..." I started. Your fingers, tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. I feel your breath on my ear. "Did I say you could cum?" you whisper. "I don't recall asking," I reply without thinking. Bad move on my part. I wince as I feel your hand, slapping my thigh several times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel you withdraw.  Roughly you pull me back and push me toward the floor.  You sit on the edge of the bed.  I look questioningly at you.  "First, you're going to suck me off, and then you're going to find my belt."  I shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eager wrap my lips around your hard cock.  Slowly I begin to lick.  My mind racing as I do.  I plan to make it the best blow job you've ever had, hoping to distract you from your near future plans.  I tease your head with my tongue, swirling around, flicking, dipping into your hole and back out, circling the ridge.  I lips envelop you, creeping up your shaft.  Holding you tightly between my lips, tongue, and the roof of my mouth.  I suck up, and I suck back down.  I move up and down, increasing my speed, then slowing down when I sense you getting too excited.  I reach under, to caress your balls, squeezing gently as my mouth continues moving.  I hear your moans... feel your fingers in my hair.  I slowly release you from my mouth, and begin the tongue teasing again, while my nails rake softly over your balls.  My tongue taking baby licks, short pauses in between.  And then I take you again into my mouth.  I continue the cycle until your threats let me know you can't take much more.  My lips wrap tightly around you and I begin moving faster and faster, my lips and tongue helping to push you over the edge.  Your screams say it all!  I love hearing my name on your lips.  I continue sucking softly until your fingers in my hair pull my head away.  You collapse back on the bed.  I kiss your thigh, and then crawl onto the bed, snuggling against you, and kissing your lips....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(back to you, MM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-6755533766670309104?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/6755533766670309104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=6755533766670309104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/6755533766670309104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/6755533766670309104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/celebration-continues.html' title='The Celebration Continues'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-451884903676147464</id><published>2007-10-05T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:49:56.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPANKINGS'/><title type='text'>THE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION FOR HER MASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltDZhj-_qf0/RwZq1n_Bt0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/adVQWaMGnF4/s1600-h/bdsmBlondeCrouchedBuirg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117895496052094786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltDZhj-_qf0/RwZq1n_Bt0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/adVQWaMGnF4/s400/bdsmBlondeCrouchedBuirg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been waiting for me to arrive, I come in the door, you meet me as I arrive. Dressed only in a pink camisole with matching garters,stockings and come fuck me pumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I silently strip you down to just your pretty pink camisole,slip the top down to expose your sexy tits, bend you over my knee and proceed to give you my birthday spankings, as we talked about earlier today on the phone. One for each year. Making you count each one and tell me your ready for the next one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the while I watch that cute ass getting redder and redder and your tits as they jiggle and bounce wildly with each spank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see the eagerness in your eyes, I haven't given you a proper spanking in awhile, even though you have begged for them from time to time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I havent wanted to, but I had to refrain to show you that I am in charge, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are finished with that you tell me that you are ready to take my cock into your mouth for my special birthday blowjob. Just as I am about to cum, I slowly raise you up from your knees, turn you around and bend you over the bed, spread your legs wide and enter you doggystyle from behind. All the while playing with rubbing, carressing and exploring your ass with my fingers and watch as you play with and lick your nipples for me......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what comes next? We will all have to wait for Girl Undercover to find out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-451884903676147464?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/451884903676147464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=451884903676147464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/451884903676147464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/451884903676147464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-celebration-for-her-master.html' title='THE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION FOR HER MASTER'/><author><name>MIDNITE MARAUDER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063956643108666221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltDZhj-_qf0/RwZq1n_Bt0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/adVQWaMGnF4/s72-c/bdsmBlondeCrouchedBuirg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-4425855064386670109</id><published>2007-10-03T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:46:00.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week I'm turning the other cheek, so to speak. Technically, it's mor of a bend than a turn, however.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RwRb9FawdBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tv8QfOEVPmI/s1600-h/Picture+71pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117316181584278546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RwRb9FawdBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tv8QfOEVPmI/s400/Picture+71pencil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go check out more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Views from the Back Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! HHNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-4425855064386670109?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/4425855064386670109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=4425855064386670109&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/4425855064386670109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/4425855064386670109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/hnt-3.html' title='HNT 3'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RwRb9FawdBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tv8QfOEVPmI/s72-c/Picture+71pencil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-1911654086688081893</id><published>2007-10-02T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:46:13.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night, I didn't get to sleep at all, all, all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2:43  I notice the time as my eyes open.  Then I realize why.  I feel your hand on my thigh.  You are kissing the back of my neck.  Your hand reaches around to caress my right breast.  I roll from my side to my back.  You kiss me.  You mouth leaves mine and slowly moves down.  Kissing my chin, my throat, down to my breasts.  You spend some time there, kissing, fondling, sucking, teasing.  My eyes fly open when you stop.  But then you start again, kissing down my torso.  I feel the mattress move as you change positions, dragging the covers down as you move between my legs, and then the kissing starts again.  Your hands slide under my ass, squeezing my cheeks as you begin to tease me with your tongue.  You zero in on your target.  Within minutes I'm moaning softly... and then not so softly.  My hands grip the headboard as my hips grind against your face.  I hear your name, ripped from my throat.  I feel your lips on my thigh as I slowly come back to earth.  You pull my leg over your head, rolling me over.  You nudge me, and I pull my knees under me, raising my ass.  I feel you enter and start thrusting.  I begin moving against you.  I feel your hand on my backside.  Then I feel the stinging slap.  Again and again.  We're both moving faster.  Over and over come the stinging spanks, left side, right side, left, left, right.  We climax together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm in your arms, snuggled close.  The clock reads 3:04.  I smile as I drift back off.  I can feel you smiling, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-1911654086688081893?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/1911654086688081893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=1911654086688081893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1911654086688081893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1911654086688081893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-night-i-didnt-get-to-sleep-at-all.html' title='Last night, I didn&apos;t get to sleep at all, all, all...'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-4508583187810487505</id><published>2007-10-02T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:49:24.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been thinking about participating in TMI Tuesday for a while now.  I liked the questions today, so I thought I'd have a go at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Early bird or night owl?&lt;/span&gt;  I suppose I am a night owl.  I love to stay up late!  I'll often hit my second wind when I'm up late, and accomplish things I don't do during "normal" hours.  I'm also not opposed to being woken up in the middle of the night... for good reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?&lt;/span&gt;  Well, let me think... smart, I believe.  That way I could get a great job, and I could always buy the good looks.  Just being good looking, I might not need to work, but without brains, I could also be taken advantage of... and not in a good way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Do you gossip?&lt;/span&gt;  Not intentionally, but I am guilty of gossiping on occasion.  Although, I prefer to think of it as "being curious" rather than gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. On a scale of 1-10, how adventurous are you? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)&lt;/span&gt;  In life in general, I'm probably a 2 or 3.  Mountain climbing, bungee jumping, quiting a job before I have another... that's just not me.  In the bedroom, however, I'm more like an 8 or 9.  There's not much I'm not willing to try... at least once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. On a scale of 1-10, how good a kisser do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;  I've been told I'm a good kisser, so I guess a 9, maybe?  I enjoy kissing, as long as the other person isn't overly aggressive (too rough) and overly slobbery (wet kisses are one thing, having all of the make-up on the lower half of my face licked off is another!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bonus (as in optional):  What do you consider the biggest turn on out of the following? a) lingerie b) movies c) toys d) role playing e) leather f) none of this does anything for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Role playing, definitely.  I'm especially fond of being the naughty wife, girlfriend, secretary, pirate's wench, etc.... as long as I end up with a hot backside, followed by a good time (leading to an explosive conclusion, of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-4508583187810487505?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/4508583187810487505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=4508583187810487505&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/4508583187810487505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/4508583187810487505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/10/tmi-tuesday-1.html' title='TMI Tuesday #1'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-422307617721208401</id><published>2007-09-29T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:51:07.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desktop Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I saw this cool meme at Osbasso's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Views from the Back Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. I thought it was pretty cool, so I played along. All you have to do is show your desktop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rv8jxlawdAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sRft-FDiSG0/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115847036481074178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rv8jxlawdAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sRft-FDiSG0/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My desk top is pretty clean... unlike the top of my actual desk! I like the uncluttered look here. I even have a "housekeeping" file in which I put everything I don't want to keep on my desktop. The background is something that came with my computer, but I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here are the meme rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun. Here’s how you can do a screen capture: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Go to your desktop and press the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and doing a Paste (CTRL + V). If you wish, you can “edit” the image before saving it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. Post the picture on your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop if you want. You can explain why you prefer such a look or why it is full of icons. Things like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktops as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Add your name to this list of Free Viewers with a link pointing directly to your Desktop Free View post to promote it to succeeding participants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People who have already pimped their desktop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://macheriefrancine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Francine of La Place de Cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://macheriefrancine.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chez Francine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladygishi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bloggishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unchainedmelody.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unchained Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyjava.javaura.com/2007/09/i-must-be-organise.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LadyJava’s Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariuca.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-on-your-desktop.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mariuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revellian.com/2007/09/25/reveal-desktop-world/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Revellian Dot ComDesktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilayusof.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emila’s Illustrated Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pacemanspiff.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spiff, The Spaceman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rplayground.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rolando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brownbaron.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brown Baron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chattiekat.com/2007/09/26/my-desktop/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Kat House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Views From the Back Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gundercover.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life Under Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; add yours here after doing this tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I tag the following &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;great&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://theenforcersrollcallnotebook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Enforcer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rabbitgonewrong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bunny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slicksumbich.com/"&gt;Slick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hntbliss.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blissfully Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-422307617721208401?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/422307617721208401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=422307617721208401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/422307617721208401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/422307617721208401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/desktop-meme.html' title='Desktop Meme'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/Rv8jxlawdAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sRft-FDiSG0/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-6417665419053098377</id><published>2007-09-27T05:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:38:57.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 2</title><content type='html'>Everyone was so nice last week, I thought I'd give this another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RvsvgZNlQXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6L5yzIKN8QI/s1600-h/Picture+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114734035379503474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RvsvgZNlQXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6L5yzIKN8QI/s400/Picture+43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I suppose you could say I was feeling a bit "cheeky" when I snapped this one. Thanks for stopping by... I hope to get around to checking out your HNT's this weekend, if not sooner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-6417665419053098377?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/6417665419053098377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=6417665419053098377&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/6417665419053098377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/6417665419053098377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/hnt-2.html' title='HNT 2'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RvsvgZNlQXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6L5yzIKN8QI/s72-c/Picture+43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-6602108780881985771</id><published>2007-09-25T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:46:02.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;You approach, thick, hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;My mouth eagerly awaits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Good to the last drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-6602108780881985771?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/6602108780881985771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=6602108780881985771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/6602108780881985771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/6602108780881985771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/sexual-haiku.html' title='Sexual Haiku'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-1118852373322883831</id><published>2007-09-23T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:03:01.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the Toy Box</title><content type='html'>First off, let me just say I don't think my previous post ended quite like I wanted.  It's not necessarily who cums first, but just that both parties get there.  That said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to scream from the roof tops about an item I just recently acquired.  It's a little something I think all women should have.  I'd like to stock up and give them as gifts.  Unfortunately, I don't think it's actually quite proper, so I figured I would just mention it here.  The item is the &lt;a href="http://www.eroticshopping.com/html/products/9752.html"&gt;Eager Beaver&lt;/a&gt;.  Now let me preface this with the fact that I have owned several vibrators.  I have enjoyed them all.  But they all pale in comparison with the Eager Beaver.  This little darling gets you from 0 to 60 in about 10 seconds!  A dear friend suggested it to me- his wife has one and loves it.  He wasn't wrong!  And the price is right, too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, if you are in the hunt for a spectacular vibrator (and I'm NOT talking about for your neck) this one is a MUST.  Men, if you have ever thought about a toy to spice up things for your lady, I highly recommend this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link above is for a pink beaver, but they come in different colors, too!  I have considered ordering another for just in case... I don't EVER want to be without this treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the record, it comes packaged in a plain box, with no hint of what is inside.  I ordered it regular shipping, and it was here in less than a week.  If you decide to try it, be sure to let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-1118852373322883831?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/1118852373322883831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=1118852373322883831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1118852373322883831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1118852373322883831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-for-toy-box.html' title='One for the Toy Box'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-564966430622234535</id><published>2007-09-22T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:05:32.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Comes First?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay... I'm going to go out on a limb here and talk a little about sex.  I have a dear friend with whom I can talk about anything.  He is very honest, and generally a deep thinker.  We often talk about sex.  He has been quite open about the fact that if the woman is with doesn't orgasm, the whole experience is not good for him.  For him, a "good time" isn't if he cums, but if SHE does!  (He says he's going to cum every day, one way or another!)  But for him, it's all about her.  This has always amazed me.  Now I'm no slut.  I haven't been with countless men.  But the few that I have been with generally were NOT like my friend.  They wanted me to enjoy it, but it wasn't first and foremost in their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always left me wondering... do men realize that the majority of women do not cum from intercourse alone?  Sad, but true!  Now don't get me wrong, I love a good f**king.  I enjoy it, and it feels great.  But generally, I need more stimulation if I'm going to ride the waves of ecstasy.  Given the preferences, I'll take a tongue to the source any time!  Of course, fingers work well, too.  Just remember one thing about fingers... they are more powerful than you think!  Some guys think more pressure is better.  Hang on there, buddy!  You've got some powerful fingers there!  Take your finger, stick it in your mouth, and push on your cheek as hard as you can.  Now try the same push with your finger.  Feel a little difference?  Yeah, I thought so.  Be sure to remember that next time you're pushing and rubbing around.  The pressure you exert should be no more than what your tongue would do!  There's nothing worse than an encounter cut short because your bud has been crushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm curious... be honest... in your experience, are the majority of guys only in it for themselves?  Guys,  where do you fall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-564966430622234535?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/564966430622234535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=564966430622234535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/564966430622234535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/564966430622234535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-comes-first.html' title='Who Comes First?'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-8793023057126218866</id><published>2007-09-21T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:32:09.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All we can do...</title><content type='html'>Like everyone, I have my highs and lows. I'm alone a lot, but generally not lonely. I get tired of being alone sometimes, but at least I'm happy. I was watching TV last night- one of those hour dramas, and most of the last minutes or so they kept playing this song. Now I'm not up on current music. I mostly listen to classic (to me) stuff. Things I know by heart, and can sing all the lyrics to. So I have no idea who was singing this song on TV. I don't know if it is a "real" song, or if it was just written for the show. And I don't know if it had words. Well, other than the line that kept playing over and over. I don't even know how long the music played. I just know that all of a sudden I was singing the line over and over in my head as it played on TV. And it got me to thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All you can do is keep breathing... All you can do is keep breathing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that got me to thinking. Most of life we have little control over. We can work hard, and hopefully be successful. Hard work is a choice. We can be happy, or we can be lonely and miserable. That, too, is a choice. We can love- people, things, places. And love is also a choice. Our choices may determine our fate, but we'll never know what "might have been." So when you get right down to it, all we CAN do is keep breathing. And for some reason, that thought soothes me. Life is going to happen, we just have to sit back and let it... and keep breathing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of the comments for my post yesterday! I think I might try that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-8793023057126218866?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/8793023057126218866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=8793023057126218866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/8793023057126218866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/8793023057126218866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-we-can-do.html' title='All we can do...'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-1139473261126963851</id><published>2007-09-20T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:08:42.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been looking around, and it seems there are a lot of folks posting Half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nekkid&lt;/span&gt; Thursday pictures today. Not wanting to be left out, I thought I'd try it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RvL8-0Sd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-eT4rZbgF-o/s1600-h/Picture%252028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112426683137121698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RvL8-0Sd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-eT4rZbgF-o/s400/Picture%252028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry, Slick... the older I get, the longer they hang!  But I've never had any complaints!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-1139473261126963851?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/1139473261126963851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=1139473261126963851&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1139473261126963851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/1139473261126963851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/hnt-1.html' title='HNT 1'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEiuYmRnzxo/RvL8-0Sd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-eT4rZbgF-o/s72-c/Picture%252028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-815231429924926747</id><published>2007-09-18T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:50:24.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fingers, lips, hands-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;they explore my body like a private investigator,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;leaving no stone unturned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've been assaulted by your hands, your tongue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;your body banging against mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and i have the marks to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tonight i lay in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sated and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll count my badges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Your bites, your scratches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the bruises, and love marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll remember, and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-815231429924926747?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/815231429924926747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=815231429924926747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/815231429924926747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/815231429924926747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-5158895146885675624</id><published>2007-09-17T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:46:45.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who and Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who am I, and what am I doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a single mother of a 20 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am looking for love in all the wrong places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a woman who loves sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a female wondering what comes next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am here because I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am here because I want to meet people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am here because I need a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am here to write, to offer my opinions, and maybe make you laugh... or at least smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a girl and I am here under cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, why are YOU here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-5158895146885675624?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/5158895146885675624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=5158895146885675624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/5158895146885675624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/5158895146885675624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-and-why.html' title='Who and Why'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932649863894343733.post-3743639195276745078</id><published>2007-09-15T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:51:04.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;into a new demension of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932649863894343733-3743639195276745078?l=gundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/feeds/3743639195276745078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2932649863894343733&amp;postID=3743639195276745078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/3743639195276745078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932649863894343733/posts/default/3743639195276745078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gundercover.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go...'/><author><name>girl under cover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254267757247763496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
