I didn't object, because I wanted to. We arrived at a deserted place and everything was kinda dark. He looked at me with an inviting smile and seemed to find my surprise funny. And how was I? Nervous as hell! It's different today, but at the time, it was still hard for me to accept my sexuality. He was patient and gave me time to take some initiative.
But seeing that it wasn't going to happen, he just came close to me slowly and kissed me.
The second gay kiss of my life. We carried on kissing, but my nervousness didn't go away at all. We took our clothes off and were naked in the car. I had mixed feelings. I really wanted to, but my nervousness didn't go away at all, and I couldn't stay hard even for a second. We tried. We kept touching each other, and I think I just made things worse, because my goal of 'staying hard' started to hammer away frantically in my head.
In the end, nothing went well. I stupidly asked if I could suck him off, because I was dying to do it even though my dick indicated that I wasn't. He found it funny and I gave him what must be the worst blow job of my life. He took me home, and we went out a few times afterward. We had good sex on another occasion, and then we became friends.
For a natural introvert like me, gay bars are an exercise in being loved and known, where I have conversations without -symbols. She penned: 'The stress of planning a wedding took its toll Every queer person remembers their first gay bar. I doubt at the time he realised how prescient a statement he realised that was with regard to women and alcohol consumption today. These two begin to have verbal sparring matches that are so highly amusing, and in Logan's case highly inappropriate that it is impossible to notice the growing attraction from both men.
I saw it as a big adventure. It was just that the third person would be a prostitute. During the act, I was crazy about the way she kissed me on my mouth, touched me, and was tender with me. My boyfriend basically just watched; he hardly participated. Because she was a prostitute, she started by trying to please me and was surprised when I started wanting to please her during oral sex. That was when I discovered that I enjoyed sex with girls. I've never had a serious relationship with a woman because of a lack of opportunity; I've only had casual encounters. When I found out he had a sister, I thought, 'I'm going to become her friend and, who knows, she might help me to get together with him.
She was lovely and I, very naive, didn't know she was a lesbian. Until one day when she told me that she had a crush on me, and I was really surprised. It's just that, deep down, it seemed like I already liked her as well. Then one day she invited me to go with her to a party and, in the heat of the moment, we went to the bathroom and had sex right there. It was enjoyable and intense. We met at the wake for our mutual friend's mother. One day, I went to her house for a photo shoot, and we stayed. And then we had sex. I was 18 years old at the time and I was going out with a guy.
The sex was fantastic, much better than I'd imagined. It was just tragic, because I didn't really know what to do. At that point, it almost seems like as much of a mercy killing as the dog in the first episode. She gets her answer in the form of being pushed in front of a subway train.
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Season 2, episode 4 finds Capitol Hill hit with an anthrax scare when an aide carelessly opens an envelope. Who cares about a deadly bacterial disease anyway? Photo: Nathaniel E. Xander Feng's afternoon delight. Yet, things heated up when Rachel met Lisa, a friend who soon became her lover.
Their sexy love affair became extremely creepy when Doug turned into a peeping tom. So we learned during Season 1 that Frank had a fling with his best male friend in college. Yet, things went to a new bisexual level in Season 2 when Claire and Frank have a threesome with their bodyguard Meechum. Poor Doug. He was such a loyal worker for Frank. I had my second baby via hospital midwife led vbac after being induced at Twin A delivered vaginal. Following twin A I had a sonogram to confirm twin B was breech, then a shot of terbutaline.
Twin B was then external turned to vertex presentation and delivered 55 minutes after twin A. My mother often reminded me growing up, that I was a breech baby and the reason she has a c-section bikini scar. This lingered in the back of my mind during my own pregnancy, while I planned my birth center birth. During a brief ultrasound at 36 weeks, my midwife confirmed that the baby was breech and I sensed a bit of history repeating itself.
I attempted everything from acupuncture, to moxibustion, swimming, and some uncomfortable inversions on a plank with a bag of frozen pea on my belly. I wanted to do everything I could to avoid a c-section and weighing out the pros and cons, we went for it. Unfortunately, after two attempts, it was clear, the baby was not turning. As it turns out, I was already in early labor and our son was born later that night. When I found out I was pregnant with our second baby, I had every hope that I could have a VBAC and could more easily care for my toddler after the baby was born.
I broke down in tears at my 36 week appointment upon hearing the word breech again. Initially, I was advised that an ECV is not recommended for women with prior c-sections, but fortunately, a friend of mine helped me navigate the recent medical literature so I was able to be a better advocate for my care. Then, my midwives found an OB who believed it was also worth a try. This second ECV also was also unsuccessful, so I went home, bruised, but hoping for the best after scheduling a family centered cesarean. Another healthy baby boy was born at 39 weeks.
My mother delivered me and my older brother vaginally breech, although my eldest brother was not. An elder OB at a neighboring hospital regularly delivers breech babies vaginally, as he was trained to do in med school long ago, which the providers at my excellent local hospital were not permitted to attempt. With their blessing I went to see him at 38 weeks, and he agreed to take me on as a patient and that he thought a vaginal delivery was possible.
At home around supper time they pains became more intense, and we loaded up to head to the hospital. During the 40 minute drive my water broke, I felt the uncontrollable urge to push, and we were pulled over for speeding the trooper ended up giving us permission to go 85 and an escort. My daughter, Cornelia V Rose, was born 30 minutes later, frank breech, head up. There were no complications except a small hemangioma which appeared in the first week on the back of her head.
I did attempt the ECV and the procedure did not work. The hospital staff was heartless and rude and when the procedure failed one of the nurses snarkly reminded me to follow up to schedule the c-section. Well, every appointment after, little one was still feet down, despite my trying every home remedy I could think of: yoga, flashlights and music between my legs, laying inclined, doing heard stands in the pool, walking a ton. At Baby was born a week later without complications. For 34 weeks my sweet baby was head down for every single ultrasound. Low and behold at my 34 week appointment, a few days later confirmed that he was indeed breech and we scheduled an ultrasound to confirm.
I was on Google and YouTube for days watching and reading on how to flip my now stubborn little sweetie back over.
I did all the odd and crazy techniques, I even tried eating a spicy meal to get him moving around but nothing worked. Up until this point I was under the care of the amazing midwives at the hospital I was planning to deliver at. They suggested that I meet with one of the doctors in the office just to discuss my options and to consider having a version. My husband and I took a week to discuss and weigh our options and ultimately decided that it was worth the risk to give it a try in the hopes that I could deliver my baby without a cesarean section.
We scheduled the version to take place at 37 weeks 5 days. My doctor came in and suggested we head on back and get started. My husband came back and sat right next to me, as close as he possibly could. It was so nice that in a room of complete chaos he was the only thing I saw. He gently caressed my face as my Midwife stood behind him holding my hand. They announced that they were going to go ahead and get started, a doctor on either side of me pushing with all their might in opposite directions. He instantly turned white and I thought he might pass out.
He would look at my belly then back at me a few times before we locked eyes again and I told him that I needed him to stay strong. It was at that moment that he stopped watching them. Even with the spinal I could feel a lot of pressure, it felt as if I had two adult bodies laying on top of my pregnant belly. It lasted for what felt like 5 minutes before my blood pressure crashed after being extremely high all morning.
I remember while I was vomiting the doctor saying that they were going to take the baby, I was terrified at that point and before I knew it he was out at pm. They screamed as they rushed him to the back corner of the operating room where they hooked him up to monitors. He started screaming and in that moment everything disappeared, the sounds, the people, the chaos.
It felt like I was without him forever, my husband finally brought him over to me where we immediately did skin on skin for the remainder of the time that I was in the OR amd recovery. I was in such a complete daze with my son that I never even noticed that my Midwife was taking pictures. I have had two breech babies and two versions.
Along with the versions, I was doing all of the things to help flip a breech swimming, spinning babies, chiro, moxibustion, acupuncture, Hypnobabies, etc. With my first son, we went in for the version at 37 weeks.
The doctor tried for 20 minutes, it was rather uncomfortable and I ended up quite bruised. With each attempt, the baby would turn half-way, and then flip right back into his comfy, footling position. A week later, my water broke and I went into labor. He was not tolerating contractions well at all and we had an emergent c-section. It turns out his umbilical cord was 4x around his neck. Even though I had wanted a natural birth, I was very thankful for that c-section and my healthy baby! The same doctor had us come in for a version around 38 weeks.
It was successful! After about one minute, the doctor stopped to ultrasound my belly and confirmed that my baby was head down. This baby stayed head down and about a week later, I went into spontaneous labor and delivered my second son naturally. I was so happy to have had a VBAC and the recovery was so much better than the c-section.
When I was 34 weeks pregnant we found out my baby was breech. Our midwife referred us to a doctor to perform a version. We decided we wanted every possible chance for our baby to be born naturally, so we did the version. At 37 weeks the doctor attempted 3 times to turn my baby without success. About a week and a half later my water broke and I was able to have a vaginal breech delivery.
My baby was breech all along. I had planned a home waterbirth. I tried the version at 37 weeks but had many factors against me- anterior placenta, nuchal arm and doubling footling breech. The version was unsuccessful. Moxibustion made the baby move around A LOT but no turning.
Hubby had offered to go with me to the appointment and I told him not to.
There was no point. This was just a regular check and there would be nothing he could or needed to do. I would come to greatly regret that decision. I consented to the cervical check and allowed her to strip my membranes in hope that maybe that would give baby some motivation to vacate my uterus. I was floored.