1. What do you think is the un-sexiest part of the body?

Strange but I really had to think about this one. I thought over every part of Boy Toy’s body and I must admit I got side-tracked a couple of times… In the end, I decided that I don’t particularly like the inside of ears or nose, or the weird little knob of flesh that covers the very tip of the elbow. Boy Toy’s big toe also gets a special mention, for his fucked up nail.

2. Toilet paper: over, under, or what the hell are you talking about?

I know it’s supposed to go over, but I really don’t care about it at all. I have a distinct memory of a once boyfriend telling me it was supposed to be OVER but he liked it better under and so that’s how he’d put it. That was the first time I ever knew it was supposed to matter! I must have been around 17 or 18.

3. Have you ever called in sick to stay in bed with a sexual partner?

No. I’m too much of a good girl for that  

4. Did your parents have a “birds & bees” talk with you? If so, at what age?

Apparently, yes! I don’t remember it, but my mom actually told me, over the holidays, that I asked her where babies come from when I was a child, and that she explained it to me. I have no clue how old I was.

5. What is one thing a someone could do to you to rock your world?

Rock my world. Sexually? Well, I love, love, love when Boy Toy goes down on me. He’s damn good with his tongue, that boy. He’s given me a new appreciation for the activity.

Bonus (as in optional): What does sex mean to you?

Now, THIS is a hard one. I will not be so beautifully eloquent as Ms I. about it, I’m afraid. And I find I am having difficulty detaching this question from Boy Toy. After all, he’s the only person I’ve had sex with in over a year and a half.

Sex is connection and closeness. Lust and arousal. And it’s letting go. Letting myself be naughty, sensual, sometimes dirty. Freedom. It’s sharing my body, giving and receiving pleasure.

That’s the best I can come up with