Comments on: Twilight: May the Best Man Win …

By: Michael

Michael — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 15:43:09 +0000

Too funny!

By: Erika

Erika — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 14:15:35 +0000

I wouldn't count on that, Anonymous 11:58 pm. No man is going to have me until he shows up on my doorstep with a ring and a permanent commitment.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 06:58:09 +0000

just watch, this one is going to go the same as the last two.

By: Michael

Michael — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 02:25:49 +0000

It’s cool, no problem. I probably should have had less coffee.

By: Erika

Erika — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 01:29:43 +0000

Michael,

I must admit that I am also confused and don't understand what you mean ...

By: Michael

Michael — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 23:36:22 +0000

Trance is inevitable.

That being said … um, no. Erika already knows at least two people who specifically teach women how to control and expand their own levels of pleasure and arousal by themselves. My question is … does she prefer to control and increase that on her own, or increase that through playing with others … or both? If both, can she see the creative implications it has?

By: Urban Underground

Urban Underground — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 22:49:21 +0000

Michael, that makes no sense. Are you hypnotizing me?

By: Michael

Michael — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 22:42:51 +0000

Or rather, notice the creative … implications … of each. What if you could flip the switch whenever you wanted? What if it wasn't a switch, but was a dial? What if you could set the dial where you wanted, when you wanted, and then go text and play? And then feel it build even more because of going to text and play?

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 22:24:17 +0000

It is interesting that all the other suitors get to see GoneSavage's "wooing"(like all the text messages that you post), yet he does not get to see theirs. Maybe he does not care? Like it does not bother him or something? What do you think?

By: Dan

Dan — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 19:46:23 +0000

Erika, I think I might be as many as three of those Dans. Dan, the Real Dan (thanks to the kind acquiesence of the unreal Dan), and the tall poppy Dan.