You want my love you got it

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I know you guys are always checking out the women at work. I sure hope you are and that if I worked with you that you might feel compelled to flirt with me. My current motto is that if a man shows you interest, reward him with a smile and maybe a little more! I started doing this privately for my husband when we got married. Our lives were boring with work and very little time to have a fun sexy life. Eventually our interests changed and now I do this along with my new boyfriend who benefited from being one of my fantasies. This all used to be a fantasy for me but after a while my fantasies turned into reality. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of images from this site is strictly prohibited. These midi’s are in chronological order, as best as I could, by date of release in the USA. Take some for your website, or hide some under your bed.

To do something well you have to like it. That idea is not exactly novel. We’ve got it down to four words: “Do what you love. But it’s not enough just to tell people that. Doing what you love is complicated. The very idea is foreign to what most of us learn as kids. When I was a kid, it seemed as if work and fun were opposites by definition. Occasionally the things adults made you do were fun, just as, occasionally, playing wasn’t—for example, if you fell and hurt yourself. And it did not seem to be an accident.

School, it was implied, was tedious because it was preparation for grownup work. The world then was divided into two groups, grownups and kids. Grownups, like some kind of cursed race, had to work. Kids didn’t, but they did have to go to school, which was a dilute version of work meant to prepare us for the real thing. Much as we disliked school, the grownups all agreed that grownup work was worse, and that we had it easy. Teachers in particular all seemed to believe implicitly that work was not fun. Which is not surprising: work wasn’t fun for most of them. Why did we have to memorize state capitals instead of playing dodgeball? For the same reason they had to watch over a bunch of kids instead of lying on a beach.

You couldn’t just do what you wanted. I’m not saying we should let little kids do whatever they want. They may have to be made to work on certain things. But if we make kids work on dull stuff, it might be wise to tell them that tediousness is not the defining quality of work, and indeed that the reason they have to work on dull stuff now is so they can work on more interesting stuff later. Once, when I was about 9 or 10, my father told me I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up, so long as I enjoyed it. I remember that precisely because it seemed so anomalous. It was like being told to use dry water. Whatever I thought he meant, I didn’t think he meant work could literally be fun—fun like playing.