when a gal was over visiting at my house, and I helped her carry her things in.
I placed one bag down on the kitchen table, and she nearly leapt out of her skin. Don't place those there she said, those are my stripper shoes and you can never put them on a table.
Who knew?
She left the shoes with me. Said she could never wear them again
What is this with "all of us have quirks". How do you know? What is quirk anyway? What you consider a quirk may not be a quirk for another!!
I haven't met many ladies, but the woman I am thinking about ate every one of her sides first then she ate her main course. It was interesting to say the least.
being told that we all have a quirk could qualify as a quirk.
Just sayin"...
Maybe if mrfisher had asked her to strut her stripper self atop his table it would no longer be a table and become a stripper-stage and she would have been okay with the contact.
Refusing to wear a pair of shoes, still in a closed bag that mrfisher couldn't even see inside, because they touched his table seems quirky to me. His table has cooties? Those shoes have probably strut stages and walkways in bars or clubs with a lot worse stuff on them than you would find on mrfisher's table.
Well, on MY table. mrfisher might be doing some quirky things on HIS table that I do not want to know about
A few cockroaches and silverfish perhaps, but definitely no cooties.
And in case your wondering, I haven't had a grease fire in over six months, so there
And it avoids any mixups as you transition from the kitchen to the boudoir. "One lube fits all.
If so let's talk, lol. I've always wanted to try a pair on. 
Steph xoxo
And you also have much prettier feet than she did, those her's weren't bad at all
Exactly who the superstitious stripper who started this was, remains unknown. But I heard it more than a few times in my stripping days and too many ladies believed in it.
It's the same as many superstitions. I correlate this to a lot of athletes' superstitions: it may have started for a perfectly good reason (in this case, it was likely health reasons as strippers walk through a LOT of stuff that should not be transferred to any place someone else may be setting down her cosmetics, body products, food etc.) but they wind up taking on mystical qualities to which people blindly subscribe without questioning why.
Oh, to the sheeple (sheep-people) of the world!!!
They make it so easy for me to feel intelligent, insightful and possessing of an independent spirit!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
xoxoxoxoxo
Now my furniture is being given away.
Come one, come all to Chez Fisher:
Grab it while you can: There's a dining room set, a breakfast room set, the patio table, but wait there's more:
I have a waterbed, armoires, book cases, a sideboard, a futon, and sofas too.
Everything must go!
Act quick before cooties get on everything
about having to replace the table.
who was a great kisser, immaculate in every way, perfect boobs/ass/pussy.........but as she orgasmed, she hummed in the most irritating way. Visited her countless times until it got to the point where I was more than conscious of her humming and just could not stand it anymore. Would still be seeing her to this day........if not for her irritating humming.
That sounds horrible! Reminds me of a guy who when every time he gave oral would make this irritating "mmmm, yumm, mmmm" sound like he was eating cookies. I called him "cookie monster".
also had a provider who...........laughed...........a lot..........when she orgasmed..............found that distracting as well. Pretty strange eh?
except of course when my dick was in her mouth....and I mean just constant chatter....only time I ever said "time to go".
She was a Russian who had a very thick accent..
When we fucked she kept saying SHIT! SHIT!
I mean with every damn stroke! It really fucking threw me off!
I went slow. Shit...... Shit.......Shit......
I went fast? Shitshitshitshitshit!!
I went rabbit speed to try and shut her up?
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!!
I couldn't cum
I had to ask her to please shut the fuck up. She didn't like that, and dumped me.
Meh. Turns out she was married anyway.
made an appointment with an intriguing looking girl in Vegas. She showed up at the door and after coming in, the first thing she told me was that she didn't allow anyone to 'lick her face'. About that time I also recognized her as being someone I'd seen a couple of years before (under a different name) and had had a pretty good time (and I had never licked her face). I guess I just now have one of those faces that says 'I want to lick yours'.
Not too long ago , I had a client who enjoyed wearing women's lingerie. He was not gay or transsexual. He just enjoyed wearing women's clothing.