Cumming Together

Since her husband wasn’t interested
my wife a cold fish
together we came for the very first time
inside a motel room
comforted each other with the curves
of our hard bodies
utterly consumed by the intense flames
of forbidden passion
with our loins aflame with sexual lust
like melting wax
running down the stem of a candlestick
out clothes vanished
lay upon the floor completely forgotten
the orbs of her breasts
along with the honey of her femininity
my forbidden lover
presented to me on top of the motel bed
with my lips pressed
tightly against the opening of her pussy
she moaned so softly
a willing captive of the throes of desire
writhing beneath me
the tip of my tongue slipped deep inside
drove her into a frenzy
as the shaft of my manhood descended
down into her mouth
slid between the curves of her sweet lips
time stood utterly still
as we licked and sucked to our pulsating
hearts contentment
until as one we consumed each other

Wednesday 30th September 2009

 
 
 
 
 
WEDNESDAY 30th SEPTEMBER

 
 
I think the best blogs are when I’ve got something particular on my mind. Like when my blood is boiling. Like when someone has crossed me. Like when people are doing such ridiculous things. This week, however, I don’t really have much a beef with anyone or anything.
 
Yes, I was disappointed when Leicester City saw their unbeaten home run come to an end last Saturday – especially as they’d not lost at home for over a year – but then a largely unexpected win at Middlesbrough on Tuesday night soothed my football woes.
 
No-one has particularly pressed my emotional buttons in the past week although I do get rather irate when people who can’t drive properly do it right in front of me. It surely can’t be that hard to use the inside lane when it’s available or indicate at 300 yards from a motorway junction they wish to use or… well… you get the idea.
 
So it’s fair to say I’m not at my blood-pumping best (or worst, depending on your view) at the moment – hence why the blog is not filled with such hate and anger.
 
I do, however, enjoy and appreciate your feedback – good and bad – because if you give it, you have to be able to take it.
 
*****
 
There’s something wrong with my toenails. They’re all clean and clear. Yes, after four months of being pink, they are now as nature intended. Although not all my friends (and enemies) agree, I think it’s been a worthwhile experiment.
 
They’ve been a talking point – especially in Ibiza – and the subject of breast cancer awareness has been raised on numerous occasions. I may have them painted pink again in the future. The girls at Tantalize (the best beauty salon in Telford, by the way) have offered their magnificent services and I may take them up on it. It’s not like having a permanent tattoo which is with you for life and can be embarrassing if the design/name becomes obsolete for various reasons.
 
On the subject of which, I see that Jodie Marsh has further ruined her skin by adding a carrot on her arm. I’m not joking. She already has a sprig of broccoli as well as designs of Michael Jackson, Buddy Holly and Chuck Berry.
 
When I’m in full spleen-venting mode another time, I’ll tell you what I really think of tattoos and people who have ridiculous stuff on their bodies – although you can probably guess I’m not a fan of them.
 
*****
 
Decent telly alert: returning to ITV1 this week (Friday 9pm) is Benidorm. The first two series were excellent, as was the one off special earlier this year. Let’s hope they’ve maintained the quality – even if we have to again suspend our disbelief regarding the same people going back to the same hotel at the same time each year.
 
Then again, there are people who think EastEnders, Coronation Street, Emmerdale et al are documentaries rather than soaps.
 
But don’t try to convince me that Dr. Who is not real. The TARDIS can take you anywhere. I believe that. I’ve seen it on my telly box thing. Although I’m a bit baffled how Jon Pertwee could be Dr. Who AND Worzel Gummidge. It’s magic – I can’t explain it. Hey ho… that’s just the way it is.
 
(I’m assuming you realised the last paragraph was coated with a dollop of sarcasm but just in case you didn’t, press Alt+F4 on your keyboard now. Bye!)
 
*****
 
Further to last week’s suggestion of chartering a small boat and sending the oxygen thieves who choke our society into the sea without any aid, I would like to add Trinny & Susannah to the passenger list. Others will follow when they spring to mind.
 
*****
 
I’m well aware that most of you come here for the vicious stuff rather than for the clever bits or political satire or football chat – stick with it, you might learn something, stop skim-reading – but I had to laugh when Gordon Brown spoke at the Labour Party conference this week.
 
He told delegates: “We have changed the world before and we will change the world again.” Yes you are right, Gordon – it has changed for the worst since your mob came into power in 1997. [Opinion/fact]
 
Brown also said: “We will not stand by and see the lives of the lawful majority disrupted by the behaviour of the lawless minority.” Now that’s fine to say – but then you have to ask what the f*** have they been doing to sort out the scum of society over the past 12 years as it clearly hasn’t worked.
 
They’re such a morally bankrupt lot that Peter Mandelson, sacked three times from Government office, is now one of their chief flag bearers.
 
*****
 
I was further amused when ‘The Sun’ announced on the evening after Brown’s speech that it would ditch Labour and urge its readers to vote Conservative at the next election. They backed Marvellous Maggie [opinion] in the 1980s and even John Major in 1992 – every time they supported the winning candidate.
 
They changed allegiance in 1997 when the leading snake oil salesman Blair brainwashed the nation but now they too have had enough of Labour. Symbolically, it’s a big thing. Sun readers are essentially working class – so many will traditionally vote Labour – but supporting David Cameron could easily sway a few wavering voters.
 
Trust me… when this lot get their marching orders and we get a return to centre-right politics and the freedoms that comes with it, I will be first at the bar with a celebratory vodka or seven. I might even buy you one.
 
You’ll have forgotten I mentioned that come election time (probably May/June next year) but if you haven’t, I’ll get Derren Brown to come around and stick you to your seat.
 
*****
 
Rumour has it that Heather Mills is being lined up as a contestant for the ‘Dancing On Ice’ show. I’m way too lazy to write some gags about the one-legged, Beatle-leeching money-grabber being suited to a cold environment but I’m sure you can think of your own.
 
*****
 
Certain companies have started making a big deal about their products “not being on comparison websites” and I wondered why. Well that was until I was sorting out home and car insurance for my parents. I went to these companies (Direct Line and Aviva) and they were much more expensive than going through the comparison sites.
 
They may be cheaper for some people, of course, but they weren’t in this case. If they truly believe they offer the best service and value, then surely they’d have nothing to hide by being compared to other companies.
 
Right, let’s spend five minutes comparing Meerkats…
 
http://www.comparethemeerkat.com/my-movies  
 
Try not to laugh during the last of the out-take bloopers. I dare you.
 
*****
 
News from the Sugababes – Keisha has now left meaning all three original members have gone. It reminded me of Trigger in Only Fools And Horses winning an award from the council for a lifetime sweeping the streets of Peckham and telling Del Boy that he’s had the same brush for 20 years, adding: “This old broom has had 17 new heads and 14 new handles in it’s time.”
 
Maybe the original members – Siobhan, Mutya and Keisha – should reform in another band. This, however, is highly unlikely as they all left the band in the first place because they hated each other!
 
*****
 
I’m looking forward to the opening of our new club, bar and restaurant in Telford next week. I will be DJ-ing in Vox bar on Wednesday night but not under the guise of djwanker – I will be plain, old Geoff Peters, leaving the Tourettes at Pussycats. This is because the new place will magically attract a better class of clientele and they might be offended. And we can’t have that.
 
I will be ‘warming up’ for the main attraction – DJ Shuttsie in Club Crush – and I hope to see some of you there.
 
You’ll still find me being vulgar and crude (as well as playing all the big tunes you know and love) in Pussycats every Friday and Saturday night. Head to the gallery at www.djwanker.com for my latest selection of photos from the club.
 
The new Chinese restaurant looks bang on although I’m not into that kind of food. They’re bound to sell steak and chips to I’ll have a bit of that. If it’s on the menu, it’s in stock. If it’s in stock, it needs to be eaten. I’ve only ever had a Chinese meal once before – I was in the company of Nasty Nick from Big Brother and a couple of others in London about five or six years ago but that’s an anecdote for another time – and I didn’t really enjoy the grub.
 
I also got the breadsticks and chopsticks mixed up which was a little embarrassing…
 
*****
 
Stolen from the letters page of Viz magazine:

”The person who coined the phrase ‘as different as chalk and cheese’ obviously hadn’t tasted the cheddar at Asda.”

”If, as Freddie Mercury claimed, fat bottomed girls make the rocking world go round, isn’t it about time that the city of Wolverhampton received some recognition for its contribution to astrophysics?”
 
*****
 
And finally… you didn’t really press Alt+F4 earlier, did you?
 
 
 
 
 
Cheers for now,
Geoff / DJ Wanker
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The First of Many Trysts

It was in the bedroom where it all started
that Cynthia became my slave
gave to me the ripened curves of her body
slipped her arms about my neck
turned me on with a sweet kiss of passion
let me cup the orbs of her melons
ever so gently within the palms of my paws
from our bodies our clothes melted
like wax flowing down a lighted candlestick
until as naked as upon the morning
of our birthday more than twenty years apart
we lay atop the bed engaging in sex
like naughty bandits we stole from each other
the love that belonged to another
began an affair that would continue to outlast
even the energizer bunny rabbit
the torrid sounds of our intense sexual ecstasy
rattled my open bedroom windows
as we humped and rode each other mercilessly
right there on top of my unmade bed
for the first of many trysts in each others arms

My second quasi-threesome

Another bizarre, but not necessarily erotic, “threesome” story:

November 1990

It was my freshman year in college. I was sitting in my dorm room late at night, listening to the radio. The deejay, Houston, had a sexy, deep voice. When he asked for requests, I called in. Two hours later, we were still on the phone with each other.

Houston’s show ended at 2am, and he wanted to come to my campus afterward. I didn’t feel comfortable having him in my dorm room without having met him first so I suggested that we meet in the town outside of my college’s campus. He offered to bring his friend (and the most popular deejay at his station), Arnie, with him. My best friend, Emily, was willing to join us so it was a “date.” The fact that it was 2:20am didn’t seem to faze us in the slightest.

Emily and I met Houston and Arnie on College Street, and stayed there chatting for almost an hour. Houston was older (late 20s or early 30s) with brown hair and brown eyes. He was 6’1” with a little extra pudding in the middle. His smile was warm and genuine.

Arnie, on the other hand, was younger, cuter and a Boston Boy through-and-through. He had a cockiness that could be attractive if you liked him or an instantaneous deal breaker if you didn’t. He clearly used his professional success as a way to meet women and expected to be fawned over. *Yawn*

We all went back to my dorm room to talk more. Arnie was actually interesting and friendly, once he took off his “I’m the Best DJ in Boston” veneer. By the time the clock hit 6am, my eyes were starting to close. As the guys walked out, Houston kissed me goodbye. He had soft lips, and his sweet kiss left me wanting more.

The following evening, Houston and I talked during his entire four-hour show. He mentioned that he and Arnie were off work on Friday, and wondered if we would like to go out on a double date. Houston said that they wanted to get a hotel suite and make it a special evening for us. Emily and I thought that sounded great.

Houston and Arnie arrived outside of our dorm at 8pm in a black Porsche 944. The car was beautiful, and as we hopped in the back seat, we had a feeling that this was going to be a memorable night. We got to the hotel suite, and the guys had several bottles of Malibu rum for us. (I had mentioned to Houston that Malibu was my drink of choice so he won points for that.) We poured some glasses and toasted the evening ahead. Then, Houston said,

“I have some bad news. One of the deejays is sick so I have to go into the studio for a couple of hours.”

“Boooo!” I cried.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.”

On his way out, Houston kissed me goodbye and talked privately with Arnie for a few minutes. Once Houston left, Emily, Arnie and I sat in the living room to watch television and drink more. Arnie stopped us in mid-conversation to take notes on a cocktail napkin, insisting that he had come up with a great joke for his next radio show. The first time, it was amusing. But by the fifth time, though, it was annoying.

Emily and I couldn’t stop laughing at Arnie, and we also couldn’t stop drinking. I can’t explain the logic – or lack thereof — behind our next moves, though. Somehow all three of us ended up in the bedroom. We didn’t talk about it beforehand. We didn’t discuss any ground rules. We just went in the other room and got naked. Really quickly.

Arnie alternated between kissing Emily and kissing me. We took his cock out of his white briefs, and both of us gave him a hand job. I had never done anything like that with another girl. Then, we threw a blow job into the mix. I think that Arnie kept waiting for Emily and I to start making out with each other, but that never happened. (She’s beautiful and I love her as a friend, but we never questioned our sexual orientation or cared to experiment with each other for the fun of it.)

Emily and I kept working Arnie’s cock. When he was finished (note: not we), Emily and I headed into the living room. Neither of us felt bad about what happened. Rather, it just felt like we had another crazy Emily and City Girl adventure.

I went back into the bedroom, while Emily watched TV. Arnie and I started kissing again and then I got on top of him and fucked him. It wasn’t particularly good, but after such an…umm…eventful evening, it seemed fitting that we had sex.

When Houston got back to the hotel, we all were in the living room. Houston saw the unmade bed, his face got red, and he called Arnie over to talk. Voices got raised pretty quickly. Apparently, Arnie had agreed to wait to hook up until Houston had gotten back from work. And, they had also decided that Arnie would pair off with Emily, and Houston with me. Since that wasn’t how the evening went, Houston was very mad at Arnie and said that we all needed to leave the hotel right away. Within five minutes, we packed up our stuff, and Houston drove us back to the dorm. I gave Houston a kiss on the lips goodbye, but he was still livid at Arnie.

Over the coming months, I talked to Houston from time-to-time, but never saw him again. It’s not my most entertaining college story, but the story of my second quasi-threesome still makes me laugh.

The First Time

It all began with a so forbidden kiss
that led to an inappropriate touch
a slight graze of my fingertips
tap dancing across the forbidden flesh
of the curves of my Auntie’s body
the spark that began the conflagration
set our forbidden obsessions ablaze
with the desire to be intensely sated
between the sheets of my uncles bed
where upon the playground of our lust
my all time favorite Auntie and I
intentionally rocked each others world

Why Porn is Teaching Your Men Bad Habits in Bed

Why Porn is Teaching Your Man Bad Habits in Bed

by Charles J. Orlando

Porn. Is. Fake.

Here are 6 bad lessons men are learning from the porn industry:

1. Women are always ready.
2. All women want to do anything to/for the man, while he provides a bare minimum.
3. Foreplay is not necessary.
4. Everything on a woman is… uh… “accessible”… and she wants you to do whatever you want to her body.
5. Nipples are there specifically for men to abuse.
6. All women are naturally attracted to other women.

To read the full text of this article, go to:

http://www.bettyconfidential.com/ar/ld/a/Why-Porn-is-Teaching-Your-Man-Bad-Habits-in-Bed.html

or go to Orlando’s Blog: http://www.theproblemismen.com/

A Married Woman and a Young Detective

THE MARRIED WOMAN AND THE YOUNG DETECTIVE

Fiction Short Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

A detective always remembers his first case. Let me tell you about mine.

This happened long back – more than thirty years ago – in the 1970s – when Pune was a salubrious pensioners’ paradise – a cosy laid back friendly town where everybody knew everybody.

And let me tell you – at the time of this story – I was not even a full fledged detective – but I was just a rookie part-time amateur self-styled sleuth – studying in college – skylarking in my spare time as a private detective – masquerading as a Private Investigator for my uncle who ran a private detective agency.

Dear Reader, please remember that way back then, in good old days of the 1970s, there were no cell-phones, no PCs, no mobile cameras, handy cams or digital cameras, no modern technology gadgets, not even things like email and the internet that you take for granted today and the only method of investigation was the tried and tested good old physical surveillance where one spent hours and hours patiently shadowing and tailing your target.

“A woman wants her husband watched,” my uncle said giving me a slip of paper with a name and the room number of a well-known hotel in Pune.

“That’s all?” I asked.

“He is a businessman from Mumbai…drives down to Pune very often…at least once a week…sometimes twice…ostensibly in connection with business…but she suspects there is some hanky-panky going on…”

One week later, waiting for the client to arrive at our planned rendezvous, I sat on the balcony of Café Naaz atop Malabar Hill sipping a cup of delicious Chai and enjoying the breathtaking sunset as the Arabian Sea devoured the orange sun followed by spectacular view of the Queen’s Necklace as the lights lit up Marine Drive.

She arrived on the dot at seven and sat opposite me.

I looked at my client.  She was a Beauty, a real beauty, 35…maybe 40… must have been a stunner in her college days…I tried not to stare at her.

“Okay…Tell me,” she said, getting to the point straightaway.

I started reading from my pocket-book, “Thursday morning at ten fifteen he left his hotel room…deposited key at reception telling them that he was going for work would return in the evening…started to drive down in his car towards Deccan…picked up a female who seemed to be waiting for him…she sat next to him…and as they drove off away from the city into the countryside they seemed to be getting amorous…lovey-dovey, you know, a bit of kissing, cuddling…”

“No…No…skip the details…just tell me…is he or isn’t he…?” she interrupted me.

She seemed to be in a hurry. Maybe she was not comfortable being seen sitting with me over here and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

“I think he is having an affair,” I said.

“You think…?”

“Yes…I am pretty sure…”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Well we look for three things – the three key ingredients which are required to have an affair – TIME, INCLINATION and OPPORTUNITY…”

“Time…Inclination…Opportunity…” she repeated looking quite perplexed.

“Well they certainly had the Time…they spent the whole day together in seclusion…and they certainly had the Opportunity…behind the privacy of closed doors in that lonely discreet motel hidden in the back of beyond…and as far as the Inclination part is concerned…well, the way they were behaving…I have no doubt about it….”

A smile broke out on her face.

I was flabbergasted – now tell me dear reader – what would be your reaction if you came to know that your spouse was having an affair – would you just smile…

Suddenly I remembered what my uncle had told me, so I asked the woman, “Do you wish to increase coverage?”

“Coverage…?”

“Photographs…receipts…documentary evidence…round the clock surveillance…full details….” I elaborated.

Of course all this would be handled in a professional manner by my experienced uncle and his agency…maybe he’d take me along as a learning experience.

“I don’t think so…” the woman said.

“No?” I said perplexed, “but you will require all this as evidence to establish that your husband is committing adultery…”

“Husband…? Who said he is my husband…?” she said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“You said so…to the head of the detective agency…”

“No, I didn’t….I just told him that I wanted a man followed…”

“But we assumed…”

“A good detective shouldn’t assume things, isn’t it…?

“But then why did you want that man followed…?” I asked curious.

“Well that’s my private matter,” she said, “but since I like you, I’ll tell you…It is like this… One day, fifteen years ago, the day I completed my graduation, my parents showed me two photographs…the first photo was of the man you were following…the second photo was of the man who is now my husband.”

The woman paused for a moment, had a sip of water, and continued, “My parents told me to choose one…and I made my choice…but since then…during all these years of my married life… I was always tormented by the thought that I had made the wrong choice….now…thanks to you… I know I made the right choice!”

She took out an envelope from her purse and gave it to me. “Your fee…and there is a bonus for you too for doing such a good job…” she said and then she got up and walked away into the enveloping darkness.

Later when I opened the envelope and saw that the “bonus” was more than the fee, I wondered whether she had two envelopes in her purse, one for each eventuality.

I never forgot the cardinal lesson I learnt from this case – I never assume anything…and now…before I start a new investigation…the first thing I do is to carry out a background check of the client.

THE MARRIED WOMAN AND THE YOUNG DETECTIVE

Fiction Short Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Copyright © Vikram Karve 2009

Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.

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Cyber Seduction: His Secret Life

Cyber Seduction: His Secret Life (2005)

Starring Kelly Lynch (The doctor from Roadhouse)

I love when these movies address an issue. Justin is a swimming star at high school. It’s a shame he loves internet porn. He stays up all night watching it. To make sure he doesn’t fall asleep, his desk draw is filled with energy drinks.  Things are going well until one day his mom catches him. Then she gets freaked out while dad’s like “What do you expect? He’s a teenage boy.”

Things go from “Who fucking cares?” to “Now there’s a problem!” when his younger brother starts burning CDs of all the porn and giving them out to his friends. His performance as a top swimmer goes to shit. His smoking hot girlfriend won’t fuck him because of her Christian beliefs. To top it all off, he never jerks off once in the movie. Now that’s bizarre!

After that, the internet at home gets cut off. He gets caught looking at porn at school. He uses his mom’s credit card to buy porn, but gets busted. He runs out of places to go to feed his addiction. He can’t use his girlfriend’s PDA (lol) or his friend’s PC. They are done with him and his addiction.

Early on, someone gives him a link to one of the senior’s webpage where she does cam shows. He obsesses over her page. She meets him at a party and wants the peen. When he finally gets his chance, he bails. What he didn’t count on was her being a psycho. She bangs her head against her own table to bust herself open. She then leads his friends to believe that he was responsible. The movie begins and ends with him jumping in the HS pool (must have the key) to drown himself.

This movie is wacky for sure. In 2009 there are You Tube sites for porn. He’d never have to pay a dime. In 2005 he’s stuck looking at welcome screens for his fix. He goes to a party where his HS age friends are drinking beer and looking at porn. The Dad of one of those friends is there, blissfully unaware of all the beer bottles and porn.

What I find the most shocking is that the kid doesn’t masturbate ever. He drinks energy drinks to stay up all hours of the night to watch porn, just to watch it. It’s like he doesn’t know that the whole point is to watch it until you have to beat off. At 16, that’s something he should have picked up on.

The mom acts like this is a cocaine addiction. She gets all freaked out that her son is straight, curious, and doing something about it. While porn is illegal for a 16 year old, it’s understood that a lot of boys will actively seek and get their hands on it. The worst thing a lot of them do will be to either jerk off or have unprotected sex.

In essence, this movie is the story of a young man discovering he’s a voyeur. He’d rather watch then participate. There is a scene where he tries to get it on with insanely attractive GF (Lyndsy Fonseca at age 18) but I don’t buy it.  The fact that he’s trying to induce insomnia to watch porn is strong proof of his commitment to his fetish. He didn’t start stealing or sneaking around until his mom cut off his free supply. That suggests his need is pathological. I wish this movie explored that a little bit more. Instead it clumsily lead this character to awkwardly deny the fulfillment of his fantasy of losing his virginity, getting beat up in an alley, and then drowning himself. We don’t see him go to support groups, or work some program like in other addiction movies. He just kind of ends up in that pool after getting his ass kicked.

It’s worth a watch to yell at the TV for all the things the main character does that don’t make sense.

Pop 'n' Roll. Settembre 2009

Ragasssiii e ragasseee. Il mio prossimo post non lo trovate qui!

Infatti è cominciata la mia collaborazione con il magazine 4FOUR. Potrete leggere lì la mia personalissima chart musicale del mese di settembre! Ed ovviamente potete raggiungere l’articolo cliccando su ogni singolo carattere di questo post!

4FOUR è il numero delle dita della mano meno il pollice, delle Spice Girls senza Victoria Beckham, della settimana meno il weekend lungo, di un menage a trois più un ospite improvviso. 4FOUR è il numero che dovete comporre per leggere questo post. Alur, ci andiamo o no in 4FOUR? Let me know se vi piace la chart!

Tall men, big dicks

Robert and John were in the park
but they did not get off
both tall men big dicks
good bodies and straight acting faces
both wanting shorter men
good bodies and good dicks
straight acting faces.

Who they’d be taller than
and even if the dick was big
then theirs was bigger/thicker/longer
better looking or had bigger balls
or if they had to they could say
I never thought I’d see a dick
as big as mine.

Though of course they could have known
there’d have to be a few
but they’d be too big, useless or grotesque
and shame about the face
or yeah, but he’d fuck anyone.

Not up to my 'ex' calibur

Your fire smoldered, drawing the coolness of my smile. Wishing you into the best situations, driving myself an insane mile.

This pen pulls me out, hopefully closer to you. Covering this page, in all we knew

Mistakes and darklines, shake it off turn me on. Lackluster passion, spark it. One hit of me and your gone.

———

Sliding chairs,

a gliding hall,

a masqurade,

a dead mans ball.

thought alone,

 brings life to fire,

a solumn note,

seperates the lyre’s.

——————————-

through golden rays of sunshine i amble, toward this beautiful thing/ A girl who’s image distance can’t touch, who’s smile lightens the rain/ graduate to move and touch, needing the air to see/ for as long as my lungs beat and shake, there’ll be none by me sides she.

——–

I took the time,

to make me say.

your the one,

that has to wait.

 

growing branches,

spread for life,

envelop me,

this love will die.

 

They say absense makes the heart grow fonder, I believe a shot to help me not wonder.

Safe Sex - Reasons and Precautions

Safe sex is really important in today’s time, yes it appears as a turn off to those who loves the
spontaneous process but when you’ll learn about the positives about it surely it will make you inclined towards safer sex.

Safe sex is really important to live a healthy and happy life. As you might have heard of it a number of times that STI i.e sexually transmitted diseases are perking up day by day. There are a large number of viral and bacterial infections which are sexually transmitted and quite common among men and women, much more than HIV.

As far as the facts are concerned it has been observed than everyday almost one million people are affected by these sexually transmitted infections.

This was the problem, but now what are the solutions and how you can prevent it, let’s discuss it little bit..

Use of condom is the primary requisite for safe sex, as by this way you can prevent yourself as well as your partner from many sexually transmitted infections.

If you are having any cut, sores or other skin lesions on those body parts, then it is advisable to
cover those wounds in order to avoid bacterial infections.

Sharing of sex toys should be done carefully and you must take all the measures to disinfect the sex toys and then use it.

If you do masturbation occasionally or frequently then it is advised to use all the preventive measures to avoid the infections.

Sex Cam Girls

Ich bin immer auf der Suche nach geilen Sex Cam Girls die eine sexy Show vor der Sex Cam bieten. Hier habe ich sie gefunden, die Sex Cam Girls wissen genau wie man sich vor der Sex Cam zeigt und was der Chat-Partner sehen will. Sie zeigen sich ganz nackt in ihrer Wohnung und machen vor der Sex Cam alles was du willst, soll sie ihre Muschi ganz nah an die Sex Cam strecken? So siehst du ihr Loch von ganz Nah und siehst wie feucht sie ist. Oder soll sie sich etwas in den Arsch schieben vor der Sex Cam? Oder willst du lieber ein Sex Cam Paar besuchen und ihnen zuschauen wie sie ficken? Das ist alles möglich vor der Sex Cam. Du musst ihr oder ihnen nur sagen was du von ihr oder ihnen sehen willst vor der Sex Cam!

Hellooooooo Ladies!

So, according to his recent post, Duffster claims women appear to only be concerned about the size of a man’s bank balance, right?

But, in the comments section, we have a couple of female readers, Good Bone Structure and tvaddict, both claiming that finance was not a factor in their choice of partner. It seems that some women are looking for something other than cash when it comes to men.

So, as a favour to such discriminating tastes, I have rounded up a bevy of eligible bachelors for them to choose from.

Go to it girls….

Lenjerie de lux

Ma bag la leapsa celor de la Blogosfera Feminina – Lenjeria de lux

Luxul in pat e, dupa parerea mea, se strans legat de senzualitate si senzatii. Oricat de faina ar fi lenjeria, tot pe covor ajunge. E importanta sclipirea din ochii Lui vazand minunatia de pe corpul iubitei, si e si mai importanta senzatia pe care o are Ea simtind lenjeria pe corpul ei. Lejera, senzuala, promitatoare. Asta e luxul pe care-l prefer.

O matase delicata. Asezata cat sa iasa in evidenta jocul de lumini de pe coapse, dintre sani.

Satin unduios. Care sa alunece gales peste dealuri, prin vai. Pe piele uscata, pe piele umeda..

Dantela fina. Eventual transparenta, ascunzand si expunand. Inocenta si desfranata, in acelasi timp.

Combinatii de materiale nobile. Alaturi de cristale aplicate in puncte cheie – sa atraga privirea iubitului cu o secunda inainte ca lenjeria sa descopere pielea.

Perlute subliminale, prelinse ingenuu intre sani sau in alte parti, semn ca femeia nu se desparte de bijuterii nici in pat. Si de ce ar face-o? Doar si asta defineste feminitatea.

Asta inseamna lenjerie de lux pentru mine – ceva care celebreaza feminitatea. Si da la iveala (sic)  ce-i mai bun din femeie

P.S. nu ma acuzati ca, prin ultima fraza,  as reduce femeia doar la sani si sex; de vreme ce vorbim despre lenjerie intima si musai de lux, e clar ca nu am cum vorbi despre alte parti ale femeii. Desi recunosc ca organul de baza al sexului e creierul

AIDS Activist Hydeia Broadbent Reviews "The Safe Sex Kit" from 'Keep Your Panties Up and Your Skirt Down'

Hydeia as a child

At birth, Hydeia Broadbent was abandoned at the University Medical Center of Southern Nevada in Las Vegas where Patricia and Loren Broadbent adopted her as an infant. Although her HIV condition was congenital, she was not diagnosed as HIV-positive with advancement to AIDS until age three. The prognosis was that she would not live past the age of five and as a result became the “test baby” for HIV/AIDS medications, which are currently on the market today. Needless to say, this “test baby” has defied the odds by more than16 years, which is valid proof that HIV/AIDS is no longer a death sentence.

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Hydeia now

Dangerous Lee is very honored to have Hydeia Broadbent be the first to read and review short story, “The Safe Sex Kit”,  from her upcoming book release “Keep Your Panties Up and Your Skirt Down”.

“I think the story is good! I think it might help a lot but maybe you should make two versions because some Black men or men period might not take to it because the man in the story was also with a man so they might think this does not apply to them.” Hydeia says.

Dangerous Lee has no intention of changing or making two versions of the story. If a man is uncomfortable with the thought of a man sleeping with another man that’s his problem and quite frankly if he thinks that he is not at risk for HIV if he doesn’t sleep with men, he is a fool!

Check out more of Hydeia’s thoughts on “The Safe Sex Kit” (contains spoilers):

– How did the story make you feel? I think it would help more people think about HIV/AIDS and STDs in their sexual relationships and also think about practicing safer sexual activities.

-Was it realistic?
Yes, I believe someone could go to a workshop and learn and worry about their own sexual past. I believe it will make some people but not everyone practice safe sex. If it was me I am not sure I could handle the part where he stated he has been with a man.

-What was your favorite part?
The part where he set up the house to teach her about safe sex.

-What didn’t you like? It was all good to me.

-Do you think the general public will enjoy this type of erotica?
Yes, I think it will be an eye opener and make people think about getting an HIV test and being safer and maybe want to become more open with their sexual partner(s).

Coming next week Larry Wilson Jr. , The King of Erotica, will review “Self Love and Pain” from ‘Keep Your Panties Up and Your Skirt Down’.

18 year gap

Yesterday a friend asked me for advice. A bunch of us were at a party, and his friend’s teenage daughter–let’s call her Beth–and Beth’s friend were following him around.  He’s single with a reputation for being a man whore so naturally he flirted with them.  They asked him to buy them drinks and he did.  They flirted and he flirted back.  He knew they wanted to jump his bones, but still flirted.

It was entirely inappropriate as I saw it, so I avoided him all night.  I left early and found out later that he had stayed up an extra two hours chatting with Beth and she confided in him completely, saying she “wasn’t sure why she was telling him so much”.  She said she wanted them to be more than friends and told him about problems she was having with friends and with her mom.

When he told me all of this later, I tried in the nicest way possible to explain to him that there’s no reason why a man in his mid 30s should have a friendship with a 17 year old girl, let alone the daughter of one of his good friends.  He said that Beth really needed someone to help her and that he felt compelled.  I said that he should stay away and let someone else be her good friend.

I know what he’s like, though. He likes young women. Even though it’s completely wrong on so many levels, he’ll get close to her emotionally and then ‘accidently’ sleep with her, because she’s female and has a pulse.  What could a man in his 30s have in common with a 17 year old to stay up chatting with her 1-on-1 until the wee hours of the morning?!

What a douchebag.

He said to me later that if he thinks she is befriending him for the wrong reasons, he’ll ‘do something about it’.  I responded by pointing out that he knows she is befriending him because she has a crush on him so maybe he shouldn’t let it get to that poinnt. He changed the subject.

Behind his back, everyone makes fun of how he’ll flirt with (and fuck) anyone.  He’s a big joke and now they’re calling him ‘pedophile’ after seeing him flirt with the young girls.  He says his true friends will know how it really is with Beth, but his true friends must be retarded if they’re not telling him the same thing that I am.

Not For Free!

By saying “Don’t give up the kitty for free” I am not telling you to prostitute yourself.. I am just telling you not to give up the goods for nothing!

What we as women hold between our legs is a treasure.. we give life through our vaginas.. HELLO!??!

We need to realize that our lady parts are not toys or bargaining tools.. they are, just as I said, treasure.. they are highly sought after and should be held to the highest of standards..

That being said.. don’t just give it up to 1. just anybody for 2. any old reason..

Your “treasure box” is special.. and only you hold power over it.. however, we have been allowing men access to these magnificent treasures like they are Happy Meal toys.. NO NO!

A man need to earn that.. he should be giving you time.. respect.. patience.. trust and getting to know you before you go rewarding him with the p..

You should be gauging whether he is worth all of you.. and all of your time before you go spreading your legs.. if all he is good for is a cheap dinner at Red Lobster.. he is not good enough for your lovin!

Giving it up for nothin is letting a man hit on day one.. giving it to him after a dollar show and a value meal.. make him wait.. make him earn it!

What usually happens when you give it up too soon?! a. he’s no longer interested or b. he is only interested in the sex after that .. what is it that you believe he is chasing!?

Your sensitivity?! Your intellect!? Come on now.. he is chasin that ass! And the joy of the hunt is.. THE HUNT!

If a lion comes along and a gazelle just lays the hell down.. the lion is probably going to be a bit peeved.. he’ll still eat the gazelle.. but his thirst for the hunt won’t be quenched.. he’ll move on to a gazelle that is willing to be chased.. (this is why you’re the jump-off and she’s the gf sweetie)..

If you give a man the most precious gift you have to give.. it would be a good idea to get to know him first and find out if he’s worth giving it too..

Now .. I do realize that we all have times where we take a “f*ck it” approach and decide to just do what makes us happy.. in these instances, you’ve hopefully already decided all you want from this guy is sex ..

But if you plan to explore relationshipial possibilities with a man.. it would be safe to factor out sex until you know he’s going to stick around.. be a smart gazelle..

Give him the sex when he is willing to give you more than good D (commitment, love, honesty, trust…)

xoxo,

m. lauren — Regular SBF

Die alltäglichen Japanspinnereien: Folge 376

…oder “masturbieren leicht gemacht”.

Da ich Urlaub habe, aber momentan nichts vor außer Blödsinn veranstalten, kann ich auch gleich mal damit anfangen. Mein geübtes Trash/Porn/Quatsch-Auge hat auch gleich mal wieder was passendes entdeckt.

Zuerst dachte ich eigentlich, das sei eine Getränkewerbung, sehen die Dinger doch aus wie etwas, für das man normalerweise Dosenpfand verlangen könnte. Aber da die netten jungen Männer so einen glücklichen Gesichtsausdruck haben, als hätten sie gerade mal, und alle so “YEAH”, gerufen war klar, da muß was anderes dahinter stecken…

 Guckst du hier. So beginnt der Urlaub doch schonmal gut.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Japan for my (almost) daily laugh.  

 

Dallas Cowboys vs. New York Giants and my Mail Order Bride

Contributed by Mark
Member of Lovedbyher.com

I’m multi tasking in that I’m writing this blog and watching the game. (Geez I can’t believe Marion Berry(sp) couldn’t get over the top on that one yeard drive . . . . All good Romo just TD to Jason Witten.

Anyway what I wanted to write about is how great these Ukraine women are. My wife who still barely understands how a game is played is sitting dutifully beside me making sure my needs are taken care of and cheering when I cheer. These women are great.

Best think I ever did was go to the Ukraine and marry one of these fantastic women. I hope Obama in his placating of the Russians doesn’t screw this deal up by giving the Russians the green light to wheel the Ukrainians back into their sphere of influence.

Anyway get um while the getting is good. Check them out at Lovedbyher.com

Watch Bruno (2009) Full Movie Online

Brüno is a gay Austrian fashion guru. He has his own fashion based television show, Funkyzeit, the most popular German-language show of its kind outside of Germany. After he disgraces himself in front of his Funkyzeit fan base, he is ruined in German speaking Europe. He decides that in his quest for worldwide fame, he will move to Los Angeles and reinvent himself. Accompanying him to the US is Lutz, his former assistant’s assistant. Lutz is the only person left in his circle that still believes in Brüno’s greatness. Brüno goes through one reinvention of himself after another, ultimately straying to areas far removed from his own self. Perhaps when Brüno finds an activity that he truly does love, he will also find that über-fame he so desperately desires.

Borat trickster Sacha Baron Cohen returns to the big screen to offer yet another stinging dose of sociopolitical satire in this comedy that finds him assuming the persona of gay fashionmonger Bruno, the self-proclaimed “voice of Austrian youth TV.” Originally conceived as part of Cohen’s cult television series Da Ali G Show, the character of Bruno offered a cleverly costumed Cohen the opportunity to highlight the absurdities of the fashion industry by interviewing unsuspecting fashion icons and other haute couture hangers-on.

Comedy lightning strikes twice for mickey-take meister Sacha Baron Cohen when his gay Austrian fashionista runs amok in America. In this bargain-basement narcissus’ never-ending quest for “celebrity”, Bruno attempts to seduce a onetime presidential hopeful, adopts a black African baby and provokes a near riot at a caged boxing bout in Texas. Essential exposure of redneck prejudice skips hand in hand with elaborate candid camera-style con tricks. Borat buffs will know exactly what to expect.

Master Leaves Tomorrow (pics)

So it has been three weeks tomorrow….and he will be returning to the Middle East, to the hot desert. His home is here with me, but his career obligation is there for another full year. When he got back here August 31st, it was the first time in 365 days that he had gotten home. Tomorrow afternoon he will get on a plane for about a 16 hour flight. Although I will fly over to spend the month of December with him (at least that is the plan), he will not be back here in the United States, in our home, in our bed, for another 365 days. So many people use the expression that someone “completes them”…makes them whole. For us, having known each other since we were children and having been married for 28 years, having always spent almost every available free moment together, leaning on each other, depending on each other, being almost joined at the hips…we truly do indeed complete each other. The best way I can explain it is that I cannot breathe without him, he tells me he does not want to breathe without me. He is my heart, my reason. We have been spending as much time as possible together, doing the things that couples in love do. I just wanted to take a little time to thank everyone that has emailed me, sent tweets on twitter, left messages here, or talked to me and that have sent their love, best wishes, prayers, good thoughts and those that have visited my little blog here and left comments. I may take a day or two off after the “Captain” leaves to mope around and have a little pity party so please be patient with me. In the meantime, I leave you a few pictures taken in these three weeks to show you a small bit of what we have been up to. Hope you enjoy the voyeuristic scene as much as we enjoyed doing it. Big hugs to everyone. ThePinkPoppet.
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Catching my first firefly

Recently I decided I wanted to blog….I just didn’t know what the hell I would blog about that ANYONE would care about reading….

Today I remembered a memory from my childhood….something so incredably random and un-memorable…it flashed thru my mind and when the memory was over it was gone…later when I tried to look back on the memory…I could not for the life of me remember what it was…then I had this thought…

“what if memories are like stars…brightest right before they die”

I got scared…and I cried a little and I thought

“fuck…is this what happens, we get older and forget our memories, the farther things get the more they disappear in our rearview mirror till they are completely out of sight forever…I dont want to lose anything from my past…my memories, my life, my emotions, experiences, connections…”

so I decided….this blog will be my  jar…and my memories, my stories, my thoughts they will be like fire flies..I will collect them all in one place so I dont have to lose them.. 

this is for nobody and everybody…..I will be honest I will be vulnerable I will tell it all as it was  is and will be, 100% without exaggeration or bias….a true telling of the life I have lived, will live and am living…

I will change names to protect the innocent

this will be a badly punctuated, spelled, grammered, etc etc etc from my brain…

this will be both profound and pretentious, both complex and simple

love me or hate me, read it or dont but either way…here it comes!

Cantadas ao estilo Nerd

Lambda, lambda, lambda!!! Este post foi descaradamente copiado da comunidade Nerd Brasil.

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“Minha felicidade é inversamente proporcional ao quadrado da nossa distancia.” ======== “Gostaria tanto de saber onde é que você parou de assistir Pokémon? É que eu tenho os episódios e se vc quiser ir na minha casa hj, podemos assistir juntos!” ======= Essa é pra quando a menina já respondeu mal, tipo cantada de back up:

“Nossa, como vc tá ácida, mas eu ou mais tipo base… … então vamos lá fazer sal?” ======= “Não te quero por e-mail ,te quero por inteira. “(pode ate não ser nerd mas é bem brega) ======= “daê, gata, sabia que eu zerei street fighter 2 com o zangief?” (Infalivel!!!!!) ======= “Vc é Kernel da Minha Vida!”

e da para ela de presente:

======= “o q vc acha de agente logar em uma taverninha no Wow? Seria muito bacana!( essa é simpatica) ======= “oi. sabia que eu sou um bardo nível 23?” ======= “vc é o vírus que infectou o meu sistema!”(cantada nerd computadorizada de 1987) ======= “Cantada big bang: Tá, então, pra eu estar aqui na sua frente agora te convidando pra sair, teve que ter um big bang, um monte de imensurável de matéria teve que se combinar em imensuráveis substâncias, que se ligaram formando moléculas, que deram a sorte de criar a vida em um planeta no universo, que por sua vez evoluiram por milhões de anos até o homo sapiens, então a civilização teve que se fundar, todos seus ancestrais tiveram que se conhecer e ter filhos numa chance de 1 conta zilhões.

Então se vc não sair comigo o universo teria perdido o seu propósito de existir.” ======== H: “temos que ficar juntos.”

M: “por que?”

H: “temos uma grande coisa em comum…”

M: “o que?”

H: “o sangue dos dois é vermelho “ A melhor:

“Se até duas retas paralelas se encontram no infinito, por que não podemos nos encontrar hoje?”

Réplica: “Nós podemos até nos encontrar… Você espera até o infinito?”

Tréplica: “Claro, mas só se rolar uma somatória de eventos para x quando este tende ao infinito. Sendo x o número de horas que nós vamos passar juntos.”

Quatréplica (?) – “Até poderia, se seu ‘instrumento’ não fosse comparável em congruência de forma e direção a uma função quadrática quando a < 0″

Quintréplica (?) – “Tá, você me ownou, vamo pra casa pra você terminar esse owning na cama.”

nplica -> inf.

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nossa, isso me lemrba filme do roberto carlos…

ta roberto carlos(cantor, na epoca da jovem guarda) num iate cheio de mulher de bikini, tocando violaã e ai uma delas pergunta prele

“roberto, roberto, para voce o que é o amor?”

e ele responde

“o amor…o amor é uma brasa mora.”

e então outra pergunta

“roberto roberto, para voce o que é a solidão?”

então começa um flash back de roberto carlos dirigindo um conversivel sozinho por um minuto mais ou menos, ate que ele responde

“a solidão…a solidão tambem é uma brasa mora!”

e então chega a mais feinha delas comendo um bolinho de bacalhau de pergunta pra ele

“roberto, qual o seu tipo de garota?”

e ele responde:

“meu tipo de garota…é o tipo que come bolinho de bacalhau, mora”

Sex in 'the village

Wissenschaftler der Humboldt Uni in Berlin haben das Neueste zum Thema “Liebe, Freundschaft, Sexualität in PNG” zusammen getragen. Wer vergleichen will, auch die deutsche Gesellschaft war Gegenstand der Forschung.

Mal abgesehen von voyeuristischem Interesse (z.B. welche Stellungen beim Sex warum bevorzugt werden), dass man für das Thema haben kann, offenbart der Artikel einige interessante Konstante der neuguineischen Kultur, allerdings wenige konkrete Zahlen und Fakten. So werden die Ursachen der wachsenden Verbreitung von HIV/AIDS und Geschlechtskrankheiten (ein Drittel aller zwanzigjährigen Frauen geben an bereits eine Geschlechtskrankeit gehabt zu haben) und der steigenden Zahl von Vergewaltigungen diskutiert. Meine eigene Tropenärztin, die vor über zehn Jahren in PNG gearbeitet hatte, meinte dazu nur sie und ihre KollegInnen hätten schon damals von einer tickenden Zeitbombe gesprochen, die mit der Ankunft von HIV explodieren würde. Die aktuellen HIV-Zuwachsraten geben ihr Recht.

In ihrer Doktorarbeit betrachtet Dr. A. Sai das männliche Rollenverständnis.

What Happens In the Bedroom, Stays In the Bedroom! [.13]

You’ve heard the phrase, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!” Well consider the saying, “What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom!” It’s a code that we should all live by, no matter what. No one likes a person who kisses and tells. Why? Well, it’s bigger than not wanting someone to know your business, you also have to factor in the consequences of people knowing too much. Point blank–when people decide to go against the code, the results could be disastrous.

Case in point–the new Hollywood fad seems to be celebrity exposure, literally. From Rihanna to Cassie to Hoopz, the sensual details of these women’s lives are being broadcast across all media outlets. Are two consenting adults creating home masterpieces for their own viewing pleasures wrong? Absolutely not, but, they have to take responsibility for their choices if it ever became leaked.

Contrary to what many believe, all media isn’t good media. The release of information such as this could have a harmful impact on the women and men, their lives, image and careers. Just imagine if the Obama’s had created a home video, their publicist would be drowning in damage control.

So it leads me to ask, why are we creating this stuff and is it necessary? Unless you wouldn’t mind that kind of exposure, the cons definitely outweigh the pros. Creating home videos and quick snap shots of our goodies are constant reminders of how vulnerable our positions are and with duplication being so easy, it could always be a skeleton in our closets.

While most of us will never reach Rihanna status and national exposure of our short films is unlikely, we should still be mindful of the possibility. Who wants their church screening Preacher’s Kids Gone Wrong or the barbershop selling your next door neighbors night out, two for $10? That’s definitely not a good look!

It’s also good to consider who we’re creating this stuff with. People may be great in the beginning of relationships but you never know what could set them off to leak your most intimate details. Its hard to look at the people we love and have thoughts like that, but being a little cautious never hurt anyone. I always say sleep with one eye open!

Imagine if you made a tape with your ex and because you married someone else, he/she gave your husband/wife a copy of the naughty person you used to be. That would be a pretty interesting wedding gift!

I understand the pressure to be kinky and exotic but maybe you should save living out your fantasies with the person you marry. At least the chances of them screwing you (no pun intended) are fewer than some random person you dated for a few years.

What do you think? Do you think making videos and taking pictures are still worth the risk?

Diferenta de varsta intre sexe

Se intampla foarte des sa aud de relatii gen ea are 20 de ani iar el 37 sau invers. Exista foarte multe exemple chiar si publice. Eu tind sa cred ca majoritatea relatiilor de acest gen sunt din interes material si mi se par foarte caraghioase ( hai sa fim seriosi de ce sta Iri cu Columbeanu daca nu pentru bani ?). Poate exista si exceptii in care desigur intervine marea iubire…dar eu pana acum nu am auzit de o tipa tanara si frumoasa care sa stea cu un tip de 40-50 de ani si tipu sa fie falit si intretinut de ea. Voua  cum vi se par aceste relatii ? sunteti pro, contra sau indiferenti ?.

Raptors Hellraising Experience

Today I have two Hellraiser movies for you. Hellraiser: Deader and Hellraiser: Hell World so lets continue on with my special thought on part 7 and 8 of this blood soaked series.

Oh crap, another splinter

Hellraiser: Deader revolves around a journalist who investigates a cult called the Deaders when a video tape is sent to her office showing a girl being killed then resurrected. The journalist, played by Kari Wuhrer who I last remember being in Sliders and still pretty hot, eventually tracks down the Deaders amidst warnings from Pinhead that they are raising an army and are a threat to him. Honestly, what kind of a threat are a bunch of resurrected wannabes to a demonic S&M hook throwing leather fetishist. The movie set a moody atmosphere but in the end the pay off was a little drab. Also the Cenobites hardly appeared at all. You got Pinhead making a warning or two early on then they appear at the end to clean things up as usual and that’s it…I mean sure the nudity was there in the film but there wasn’t anything to surprising in this one. The acting was solid enough and there is a little killing here and there but it’s a pale comparison to some of it’s predecessors. I gave it 6/10.

Er yeah sure this was from this movie...of course it was.

Hellraiser: Hell World, I have a bit of a gripe with this one. All I can say is this wasn’t a Hellraiser movie. This was some slasher movies with Hellraiser themes tacked on to it. You could have easily removed all the Hellraiser elements from it and would have still had roughly the same movie. Basically the story revolves around a group of 20somethings who played an online game called Hell World and one of them died. 2 years later they are then invited a Hellraiser party by the host played by Lance Henriksen. I wont give it away too much but it’s pretty obvious that Lance knows the kid and he takes out the gang in let’s say by the use of fear. There is also some nudity in this one, it can’t be all bad and the actors while mostly attractive enough could have been anyone really. They also do dumb things like at one point one of the girls is trying to get the attention of a cop outside a window but the cops can’t see her. Try breaking the window maybe? You have a whole room full of crap to do it with. What about sticking your hand in some cracks in the floor boards? Yeah that always turns out to be a good idea. Anyway, this would have all been ok but my stickler is that it’s NOT a Hellraiser movie. I don’t care what wrapping paper you used. I give this one 5/10.

Ok this isn't in either movie too, so sue me.

Seduction

It was on a cold winters night

as the blue eyed poet

setup the small laptop computer

his wife’s little sister

recently bought down at the mall

who now stood behind

his athletic and well hung body

the raven haired maid

stood watching oh so closely

hungering for the curves

of his muscular and hard body

as she bent down over

rubbed the ripe orbs of her tits

against the poet’s back

while looking over his shoulder

oh how the headlights

the stiffening tips of her nipples

grew all the brighter

became even much more harder

as they grazed lightly

upon the blue eyed poet’s back

in an attempt to seduce

her older sister’s unfaithful beau

a successful seduction

that got her more than she wanted

Deep cybersex

This wasn’t the post I thought I would publish after coming back from my holidays; there where more interesting items, like what I had seen on the beach, the ayes and noes about RL disclosure or how different SL love can be for RL married and single people.

The deep (cyber)sex post has been resting in my draft folder for some months, and never seemed the right moment, or I hadn’t the right mood. Tonight, after some restless hours (it was two in the morning when I started writing this), I have decided that the wrong moment and the wrong mood could do the trick, as a sudden noise starts an avalanche, and so here you have it.

***Beware, this is definitely a NSFW post***

I have my turn-ons and my turn-offs, and one of the “ons” is anal play. To be true it isn’t too pleasurable, but it may be very intimate, since we are talking about one of the most private places of our body, considered dirty even when we clean it carefully. In our aseptic society, it is very hard to let somebody touch you “there”.

Also, the anus is a very delicate valve; it need to be lubricated and caressed thoughtfully if you don’t want the experience to be painful… and so, the feeling of being slowly conquered (or slow conquest), combined with the privacy I mentioned previously… well, as I said, it may be a big turn-on *smiles*.

While I deeply believe that we shouldn’t restrict ourselves from touching or kissing any part of our lovers’ anatomy, since the whole body is magical and sacred (yes, I know how mystic that sounds :-p), it is also true that I don’t like my feet to be kissed, since that smelly couple never seem to be clean, even after the intensive use of pumice.

So, whatever I like to believe, feet kissing and/or licking is a big turn-off for me, one I can’t avoid. There are also some deep sex practices I will never try, like fisting, even if reading about it made me understand that what seems a gross experience can be very, very intimate.

Cybering is a whole different matter, since our avatars are “dirty” only if we decide to, and we don’t feel pain… at least, the physical one. This is an advantage up to a point, because it is  too easy to trivialize cybersex missing the closeness it may bring, and centering only in the kink.

Deep cybersex needs the right ambience and mood, if you want it to be true: people you love, feeling naughty and vulnerable. That may bring very intimate moments to be treasured, and stronger relations.

Having the right partner is very important, because there is nothing like seeing your deepest taboos trivialized into a porn film to make you feel dirty. But also, the moment and theme are crucial, since you may hit a wrong mood or a huge turn-off; then comes the rejection, that should be done with care and love if you don’t want to see how the day becomes a sad thorn of shame.

Deep sex may open the more private doors of a relation, but may also close them forever. My little experience tells me you should only try it in the safest ways, talking about it in advance, being sure there is an agreement, even if that means spoiling most of the fun… because the snow is tricky and, when the avalanche falls, you may not be able to ride your hurt feelings.

Since it is so dangerous, why try? Because it pays in closeness and confidence, because is nice to know how far you can reach with go couple, knowing you are safe trying, or at least talking about it, and also because it is so fucking naughty and exciting!

On the Sofa

It was upon the livingroom sofa

that the raven haired maid

known as Rachel found herself

being taken by the Poet

moaning, sighing and calling out

her forbidden lovers name

where she writhed beneath him

like the tempestuous waves

of a storm tossed deep blue sea

with both her arms and legs

securely wrapped about his body

the nineteen year old maid

hooted and hollered into the night

bucked like a untamed filly

gave her blue eyed forbidden lover

the ultimate ride of his life

on her unsuspecting parents sofa

mated like a bitch in heat

with the hubby of her older sister

oh how Rachel moaned

sighed and cried out all the more

in the throes of ecstasy

so absolutely out right forbidden

when at last she came

right there upon her sister’s sofa

Torture

I try to identify the source of my anxiety in what we have, this incalculable thing that has sprung up between us.

Maybe it is the calibre of his words? Yes, his words are his ammunition, and I am slain.

No. That doesn’t work. Let’s try again.

His words are the sun. I am blinded. I am burnt. I am… nicely tanned and it’s time to turn over?

No, no, no!

This is it, the source of my anguish. His words, his words, they crash into me, they cudgel, they caress me, they craze me, they coerce me. I feel helpless, hapless, hurt. I’m overwhelmed, blissfully so, and I can’t fight back because he has everything, and I have nothing. The words are his, never mine, given but not received. They turn me on, they arouse me, they pull me in, I drown in them, but they are never mine.

Au contraire. My words, mine, les miens, are nothing, become meaningless and empty in response, because of, in reaction to. His. I’m left verbally naked.

And craving more. Words.

Forbidden Love

Between the clean and fresh sheets

of a rented bed

my fingers gently climbed the slopes

the restless swells

of my brown haired lovers ripe breasts

upon the calm waters

within the harbor of her arms and legs

my sails unfurled

as I sailed upon the ocean of her love

where upon the islands

of her supple teats my thumbs danced

like seagulls in flight

was the sound of her cries of ecstasy

ever so slowly my hips

rose and fell like Thor’s twin hammers

until at last in a rush

the volcano that is my throbbing cock

erupted with a shout

that echoed all about the rented room

South Beach Cruisin' 3

Title South Beach Cruisin’ 3 Genres All Sex, Gonzo, Latin, BlowJob, Big Boobs, Big Butt Actors Fransheliz Vasquez, Isis Taylor, Kara Tai Studio Justin Slayer Review Josh Stone is back to his crusin’ tricks and he’s getting better and better! This time he’s got new girls and some old favorite babes who love to stroll the beach! This latest release redefines the term “beach bum!” Enjoy over three hours of beautiful babes sucking big hard cocks.

The Englishbacker

This here is a hazy story.  With good reason I suppose, since it is a story of the first time I had taken a pill and smoked weed - except a couple of puffs at a party after high school had finished – as well as a story about another boy I have had sex with.  So I expect you will understand when I say many of the details are lost to me, such as where we met – a club, but which one? – and where we were – a one bedroom flat he shared with friends, but where was it?  I had just started to go out on my own after one of my only friends had stopped returning my calls – a fight on my birthday and growing jealousy over a developing friendship with a girl I had met through that friend, were the likely causes – because I refused to let a lack of friends stop me from going out and having some fun.

I remember we were sitting on an old, brown, cracked vinyl couch when he suggest we drop a pill.  By this point in my life, I had only occasionally encountered drugs: I had been offered a couple of tokes – only one of which I accepted, because I had a major crush on the boy who offered – of weed, a friend of the family had overdosed on heroin – it was the weekend after we had one of those ‘deep and meaningful’ conversations – and died, Muso had carried a dried marijuana leaf in his wallet during high school, and he was also the one who told me a classmate was attempting to grow poppies.  I remember no trepidation - though surely there was hesitation? – about taking such a thing, and with a stranger.  We fucked until we were raw on that couch and the livingroom floor.  At some point he put on a porn video he had found in the trash – along with theVCR – which I remember nothing of.  In fact, later I mistook a terrible B movie from the eighties on tv as the porn video and had been quite confused when nobody took their clothes off.

We were lucky that one of his mates called to let him know they were on their way back, since we were still naked, on the couch taking a breather from some frantic fucking.  I believe we may have fucked one more time, but I was dressed when the rest of the boys showed up.  They had brought weed and we hung out and smoked it all. 

At sunrise we decided to crash out.  One guy slept in the only bedroom while the rest of us were on the floor and the couch.  After the other boys had apparently fallen asleep the boy tried to convince me to have more sex with him.  He used touch to convince me, so of course I couldn’t say no – and I had already fooled around with two other boys with other people in the room/shearing shed, so I wasn’t entirely shocked by the idea – and so we had sex one more time.  I think we may have slept a bit before I left but I’m not sure, and I certainly don’t remember how I got home.

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Before I go clubbing...

I need to decide what my limits are

Sometimes, when I go out to the clubs, I expect to just have an okay time. And then – BOOM! – After three beers, I find myself on the dancefloor, gently squeezing a sweet girl, and having fun. This is how it should be!

This is a candid blog, so I’ll be honest. There’s something really reassuring when I hold an attractive girl close to me on the dancefloor, and squeeze her butt, as the music plays. It’s almost like being totally lost to the senses…the liquor’s got you feeling loose (just like Jamie Foxx said…), the music is loud enough that it’s having a drug-like effect on you, the dancefloor is vibrating to the bass, and you have a sexy gal in your arms who’s in the mood justs as much as you are. Talk about a guy being fulfilled.

Do we have to have liquor and music going to socialize on THAT level? I think so. Cause one thing I’ve realized as I grow up is that, adults like to drink…especially to loosen up in conversation, ease social tension, or get sexually loose and get promiscuous without having to ‘force it’.

AND, the harder somebody works, the more they drink.

The longer somebody has worked hard on a daily basis, whoa…this person WILL drink a lot.

If someone is uptight, and they know they’re uptight – and they want to loosen up for any of the aforementioned reasons, you can be sure they’ll be the ones pushing for the drinks. And they’ll need everyone else to drink along too the more the merrier…

I do have a girlfriend, so…I’ll just have to do most of my action on the dancefloor. I definitely think going out to club also has a much better chance of getting anybody some action, rather than making a post on craigslist. In the club, you also get to meet the person first…just a thought.

A lot can happen on the dancefloor, and it’s saturday. Let’s go.

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Dorian Gray (2009) Review

The portrait of Dorian Gray is the only novel Oscar Wilde wrote, I have never read it but had heard quite a bit about it. Therefore when I first saw that a new film version was going to be made I was very much looking forward to it. While the story is in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s I still think it has quite a modern spin on the tale.

Dorian Gray (Ben Barnes) moves to London when his grandfather died as he inherited his estate. He soon meets Lord Henry Watton (Colin Firth) who tells him the type of life he should lead. This involves a life of drink, drunks and lots of sex. This was mainly brought about after Dorian quickly fell in love and got engaged, to a girl who was not in the right class for Dorian or his new found friends. Henry soon sets off to split it up as soon as possible, which he succeeds in doing. Dorian had a portrait painted of himself with Henry telling him he had to two best things going for him youth and money.

Dorian bargains his soul with the devil, therefore he never ages and stays forever young. But there is an awful twist in the tale. For each sinful thing that Dorian does the painting grows more ugly to show the true face of Dorian Gray. He keeps the painting locked up in the attic so no one can find out his secret. When he goes away for what I could work out was between 20 and 25 years and he came back looking exactly the same, Henry was very suspicious and figured out it had to be something to do with the painting.

For the story line I really enjoyed how consumed in looking youthful and how selling your soul to the devil as a concept could look. With Dorian becoming increasingly obsessed with it all, and not wanting anyone to figure out his secret which saw him killing people who got in his way to maybe finding out the truth.

I read a review last weekend saying that he drank and slept his way around London and he most certainly did. He had sex with everyone and pretty much anyone. Not just women a few men were also seen in the many sex scenes in this film. This was part of the reason I saw some modern ideas in the story, as a lot of sex with lots of different people does seem a more modern thing to do (I am not saying it did not happen then, but it is more talked about today). Some of the sex scenes are not the best but get the point across, some were amusing and admittedly some were very hot. This did all take up a large bulk of the film.

Performance wise I found Ben Barnes very charming as Dorian which was what they wanted him to be. But also quite irresistible, I do not think I could resist his charm if I was put in place of any of the women in the film. But I really do think the star of the film and scene stealer was Colin Firth. It was total opposite of his normal, nice guy characters. He had so many lines which were so funny, with smutty and dirty little comments that it made it even funnier that Colin had them. If anyone has seen or is going to see the film listen out for the “double or nothing” comment in such a hilarious scene.

Overall, I really am not afraid to admit that I enjoyed this film and found it a lot funnier than I thought it would be. Yes it has a lot about sex, a little about drug and drink. But a young man is supposed to enjoy life right? But is he supposed to look young forver? Not really. But it is a very interesting story and I for one enjoyed it.

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Sept 11. An ode to faking it.

Sept 11.

This is a day about making make believe look real. A day about giving the situation at hand the look of reality and the spin that you want it to have.

Eg. Many people believe that Sept 11 happened. Where people differ is who was behind it, did planes really hit and bring down those buildings and was the official version the real version.

For many who are familiar with documents such as Operation Northwoods it’s reason to question if the government of the United States once again planned and carried out terror on the American citizens.

Also recently we saw in Spain a building made out of steel that burnt for 20 hours straight but still remained standing. An amazing structure proving the power of steel to withstand heat and melting.

We also when 911 happened saw building 7 fall, even though no plains had hit the building and some rightfully question why that happened.

We also saw hole in the pentagon, but many question if a plain did hit, where the wreckage of the plain was.

Also last but not least, if you are a terrorist crashing plains into a building then even if your dental records don’t last, your passports will. Even when steel buildings melt, your passports will survive.

Anyways Sept 11 an ode to faking it, and it proves you can make anything appear how you want it to be, and most will never question the official version.

Who you have slept with.

Now having watched soaps over the years, I have seen a few of these plots. Some really desperate attempts to make it seem like someone had slept with someone when they really had not, or the person had not been willing. Anything from fake pictures, fake video, fake witnesses.

Who could forget Sammie Brady drugging Austin her older sisters boyfriend to make it seem as if he had willingly slept with her when she had not. Yes Sammie turned out to be a case, but she did improve in time. (She improved in her scheming that is, but that’s another story.)

Watching Dorian Lord get a divorce from David. To get a divorce from David Dorian had to enlist her niece Blair Cramer to dress up as her double, and pretend to sleep with Dorian’s husband David, but at the last minute Dorian switched places with Blair and David none the wiser, cheated on his own wife, with his own wife.

A few fake pictures later, and the divorce was finalised. Now these plots are cute in soap operas, well not really, but in real life this is another thing that is often easily faked and never questioned, because people like to believe whatever they are told without question.

I think watching desperate characters pull off things like this in the soaps are cute, I have had opportunity in real life to watch people pull things off like this and it’s never cute. To lie and in some cases create and fake plots almost or more desperate and more harmful than things that I have seen on the soaps.

I think it shows some pretty twisted personalities. People who don’t care about ruining or slandering other people’s reputations just to make themselves feel better, and in today’s world it’s even easier than ever.

Faking Investigations.

I don’t mean that the investigations that targets are under are fake, but what is fake is what the state does to us. They make people think all sorts of things, and they make the lies look good. That’s what faking it is all about, making the lies look good and believable.

Most of us are not crazy, perverts, terrorists, extremists, etc, but that does not matter, it’s continuing to give the perception to the people, that is what matters.

Making them think that if they were not spying on each other the world would suddenly fall apart, creating that illusion, that fake need.

Going to extreme lengths to make targets look like a danger, be it having dozens of informants on their tail, making them look dangerous, etc.

I had no idea until recently the lengths they will go through to manipulate a situation to make a person look crazy or dangerous. They are truly crazy and desperate, which equals dangerous. The asleep sheep will believe what they are told in many cases, and it’s scary.

So this post is all about Faking it. The above three things are some of the top things I have come across. Now since I am lucky enough to be free, please feel free to add your comments about other things that people like to fake.

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Mental Retardation at Universität Kassel

 

If you’re low-bred like the Germans, go sleep with whoever asks for your arse or pussy at Kassel University, Germany. That’s what they mean by ‘integration,’ the Germans.

 

But if you’re a self-respecting individual aware of your human right to choose everything you can choose for yourself — know that the Nazis are cold-blooded beasts. And they refuse to learn English. So if you haven’t read news about this ongoing rape attempts case at the University of Kassel, Germany — and you aren’t wise enough to choose a reputable good academic institution for yourself, and you get trapped into a Nazi problem in a third-class so-called university of Germany — you’re basically on your own. Fight your own fight. You won’t be able to talk with the Nazis, they’re out to torture and kill, they can’t think up anything other than that.

 

And it’s just impossible to talk with the Germans. They are Babylon after its destruction (in Biblical history). Two things on the German collective consciousness: “Torture’ or ‘Kill.’

 

Expect everything unreasonable, everything crazy.

 

Your best option: Get out of Germany and report Nazi crimes so others can learn from you. Don’t try to talk the Nazis out of Nazism. They won’t make any sense. They have neither the capacity to understand nor speak.

 

The students of University of Kassel, Germany don’t know English. How come the Nazi-brainwashed dullards are writing their Masters theses?

 

Of course, they aren’t writing. They’re selling their arses or pussies to ugly professors like rape-attempter Prof. Dr. Christoph Scherrer.

 

No wonder scholars from Oxford and Cambridge warn students considering Germany for further education. At the University of Kassel, Germany, your arse or pussy write your Masters thesis for you. And, of course, you must be obedient. If your professor tries to rape fellow students, you gotta keep your mouth shut.

 

And don’t believe anybody that says racism is against the law in Germany, etc. You have to read the news. People are killed for reporting racism in Germany. Don’t bother, just run away and report, especially if your life is meaningful and you know Germans aren’t worth giving it up for.

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"Family Man" Politican in "Messy" Sex Scandal

I love a good sex scandal story, especially when it reveals the hypocrisy of politicians. This latest affair is a particularly good example. The politician involved is Californian Assemblyman Mike Duvall, a married man with two children who has been praised many times by his Republican Party for his staunch promotion of family values.

It turns out that these weren’t all he’s been “promoting”. Duvall has recently been busted for banging Heidi DeJong Barsuglia, an energy company lobbyist. What makes this story particularly juicy is that Duvall’s dalliance wasn’t revealed by an intrepid reporter, a vengeful wife or a jilted lover. No, the best part about this was that Duvall outed himself!

 Here’s what happened. Prior to the commencement of a meeting, Duvall was sitting in the assembly chamber boasting of his sexual exploits to a colleague. What he didn’t realise was that the microphone in front of him was turned on and the conversation was being recorded. The recording was given to a local radio station who played it to the world. Here’s a sample of Duvall’s “boasts”: 

She wears little eye-patch underwear. So, the other day she came here with her underwear, Thursday. And
 so, we had made love Wednesday–a lot! And so she’ll, she’s all, ‘I am going 
up and down the stairs, and you’re dripping out of me!’ So messy!

So, I am getting into spanking her. Yeah, I like it. I like spanking her. She goes, ‘I know you like spanking me.’ I said, ‘Yeah! Because you’re such a bad girl!’

Is this really any way for a publically elected 54 year old official to carry on? I don’t know what’s more embarrassing—being caught in this manner or the idiot frat boy style of his boasts.

If you get the chance and want a real laugh, head to the TPM website and read the comments underneath. Here’s a selection to keep you going:

Heidi "Bad Girl" DeJong Barsuglia

Diogenes cruelly remarks:

Yikes! She looks like the Joker’s sister! She’s a real two bagger.

And the guy was BRAGGIN?? Whut a putz…

Prefabfar sets one up with this information:

“Ms. Barsuglia graduated cum laude from California State University.”

Responded to by a sniggering Max Headroom:

Are we sure it wasn’t “cum loudly”?

Mike Duvall ignominiously joins a long line of arch-conservative Republicans who preach family values without having any idea what these values actually are. Do you have to die to be nominated for a Darwin Award?

 

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Forbidden Ecstasy...Part III

Upon her knees my wife’s baby sister

knelt onto the floor before me

teasingly licked the tip of my little head

with the tip of her warm tongue

oh how she made it stand tall and proud

desired to be taken swiftly

between the soft and delectable curves

of her oh so forbidden lips

made me shiver as I stood there naked

in front of the baby sister

of my oh so unsuspecting little woman

when her lips soft and full

slowly glided down my throbbing shaft

like a Kirby vacuum cleaner

suckled gently yet even all the harder

until at last the untouched lass

made me cum inside the lovely rosebud

that was her talented mouth

rocked my world turned it upside down

with her cuckolded sibling

none the wiser as to her sisters betrayal

but as for me the curves

of her voluptuous and lithesome figure

twas mine to be plucked

from the ground of their parents garden

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Tonex... and being honest...

Somewhere between being half asleep and awake…I laid listening when something so impacting caught my attention.  I was forced to turn over and pick up my son’s laptop to see who was talking.

Taking up my broken glasses and trying as best as I could to fix them upon my nose…I glared into the monitor screen of the laptop.

I have heard many conversations on being gay…involved in the homosexual lifestyle…but none as touching or as honest as Tonex’s  discussion with Lexi. 

Now, for those of you who do not know who Tonex is…well he is a young gospel recording artist…now turned pastor and gospel artist.   And Lexi is a gospel recording artist with a talk show on the Word Network…a black religious television channel…which I catch by viewing it over the internet.

This season Lexi has set about making her show more sustance  filled…hitting hot topics and talking to people in the black religious world talking about hot and usually taboo issues within the black church.

So, I was awaken and drawn into the discussion wondering who I was listening to talk about having been abused as a very young child at the age of 3 then again at 6.  But claring that the choices he had made in his life…that he did not want to put them off upon the circumstances of his abuse as a child.  And that is what made me really start listening to the program.

Oftentimes, people go about playing out their lives and doing things which they want to blame because of past things in their lives.  It is easy to say-

“I did it because of what I had experienced as a child.”

Imagine what kind of world we would be living in if we all set about doing things because of  thing in our past.

We have all experienced things.  Things that we may or may not have shared with anyone else or  even our parents.  My 2 experiences as a very young child, I never spoke a word of it to my parents.  For what reason I do not know. 

I believe as children we feel that certain acts against us are wrong…or that something was not right about it.  Our little minds as a child had no way of quite understanding the acts.  For the most parts we were not even participants…though the act was perpetrated against us.  We felt it…went throught it…but could not wrap our little minds around it (what had happened).

Some became marked by it early…and started acting out sexually.  But others went on…all the while trying to deal with that hidden secret.  And carried it through their lives…and it marked every experience…every relationship…and every thought that they have had.

What struck me as interesting was how honestly Tonex was able to articulate some very true and highly mis-understood things.  Many outside of the life have no understanding at all of  anything gay…except some mis-concepts that they have developed on the subject.

They fail to understand that not just straight people can develop deep and loving relationships with one another.  And that these relationships can run as deep as any of  those of any person.

But these relationships though the people involved may feel  is right…but yes…it is out of  alignment with the word of God.  The feelings…attractions…etc…are not really real.  It is a spirit.  And this spirit is just as strong as any spirit that can attach itself  to anyone.

And unless God brings you…or them out…they continue to linger in the feeling that what they are doing is alright.  What many do not understand is…is this…that it is through God’s grace and mercy that we are all save.   People say that they believe this… and that they know this.  But they don’t… not really.

It is through His love that we who have come out…have emerged from the lives that we once lived (be it drug abuse, adultery, fornication, lying, stealing, lesbanism, homosexuality etc…).  Because without Him none of us would have come out of anything.

I admire people who are honest.  That whole on the DL thing…on down-low thang…distrubs me.  Because it is littered with lies…and deception.  It thrives based upon falsehoods…and may times denial.

I like honest people.  People who know they are battling with something and are looking toward God for deliverance. 

I can see the work that God is going to do in the life of  Tonex…because he is what God loves.   Tonex is someone  who is not afraid to be honest…yet loves  the Lord…and wants Him to do a work in him.  And not ashamed to say-

“I am waiting on Him to do it while I battle living in this thing.”

What a great program that Lexi had with Tonex.  Both she and Tonex through that show did a glorious work.  I am sure that someone fighting to find themself emotionally and sexually…and perhaps has turned against the church for having turned against them…found strenght in that show.  And confirmation of the fact that God is important even in their life…as they continue to battle with the demons that dwell within them. 

But God shall truly give them the victory…if they continue to trust and believe.  And not grow weary.

Love you, Tonex.  Your honesty will fall upon the hearts of many.  And I look forward to continue to see the great works that God is going to truly do through your life and through your honesty.  Many may not understand it…but it is not for the many.  But for those whom God intends to hear it…it shall reach them.  And it will do a work in their hearts.

Married for 4 years, Tonex fought with the demons.  But found that the draw was too great…and eventually came out of his marriage. 

He battled over his singing career though having won many awards…while trying to deal with the demons drawing him.  And for a while turned away from performing and recording.

The demons…the demons.  We fight them everyday.   We all do no matter what they may be…but we fight them.   There are times when we have all submitted ourselves to them.   And if  it had not been for the Lord…we would still all be in them.

It is a subject rarely proached by the black church except as thing of a joke.  But  there is nothing funny about it.   And the problem is in the black church as much as it is everywhere else. ..for the devil has many captives everywhere and in all kinds of  snares.

Since I couldn’t get out to do anything that I really wanted to do today…I stayed home.  Sat out on the porch reading my Bible and then decided to take a nap as I didn’t go to sleep last night until some time after 5 AM this morning as I busy writing another blog…the one before this one.   So, I am a bit tired. 

Hope you had a beautiful day.    

Well, God bless… and enjoy the rest of your evening.

Thank you for reading this blog…and  my others.  Please be sure to continue to share this blog site with your family, co-workers and all your friends… “pass it on…”  www.bsmith101.wordpress.com  ©2009

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Finish the story Already..

I suppose I should continue where I left off. It’s just that I get so distracted. I’m made myself cum two times in procrastiation of updating this blog… But I can’t leave a story unfinished, especially since its the truth and I have a terrible memory so I would like to remember it..

OffShore guy, Thats right, got hot & heavy on his lounge, he instantly unzipped to let himself out. Now I’m fussy, well ok not really, when it comes to male hygiene. I prefer circumcised (although the love of my life had the most beautiful natural dick) and I also liked trimmed. This guy had heard my warning. What shocked me though was the size of it! I looked like some donkey had died and they cut the dick off and gave it this skinny guy instead. It didn’t look that big in the picture he sent. But looking at it from above, the width across 8cm (I am measuring it against my clit tickler) and the thinkness probably 3. So it looked like a squashed donkeys dick really. But I did have to use two hands. I gave it maybe 5 up/down stokes, linking my knuckles together, holding my hands around it and pressing my thumbs together against the bottom side of the shaft. After five, yes I said five strokes and him groaning.. grunting rather, he announced he was going to cum! Where I said? ‘On ur face’.. I couldn’t have cum on my face, I was planning to meet Salad Boi.. he messaged me and said ‘All poetry aside, would you submit yourself to a night of passionate lust with me?” I had responded with a simple ‘Be there in 20′.

So i had a decision to make, I looked around for something to capture it in, I didn’t want to put my mouth near it. For one, if he pushed my head down I would choke from the size. (and i would cut a guys balls off, it shows no respect to push a head down). Secondly, despite he had trimmed, I could still smell… dick sweat.. It has its own freaky weird little smell.. All this pulsed through my head in a tenth of second then his face changed into pure ecstacy, and I reluctantly put my mouth around the top and allowed him to fill it. It tasted nice. I like nice tasting sperm. My current boyfriend’s sperm made me almost vomit. It was like eating the shit out of a sewer, gross.. needless to say he doesnt get head. Anyway, so his guy came in my mouth after my presence barely being there more than 4 minutes.. He was still shaking, so I swirled my tongue around, pressed my lips together and sucked him softly whilst the last of his orgasm shaked away in spasms. I excused myself, washed my face and advised him I needed to leave. He said he would call to arrange him to pleasure me the next day. Yeh right I thought, and I was right.  He messaged to ask if I would do Anal. I said not with a stranger.

So once I left his house, I raced over to my fuckboy Salad Boi’s house. He was drunk. Just a little, but it felt so good to see him again, we embraced and kissed in the street as he greeted me. He commented I smelt and tasted nice. (thanks to the perfume and mentos). I grinned cheekily knowing he had just tasted the disguised cum of another man. Revenge for ending it with me you can say.

We went straight to his room, I proceeded to go down on him, I love giving him head. He is nice and petite, a little smaller than average, but it allows my entire mouth to expertise him with, leaving my hands free to stroke his chest with one, and the skin below his balls with the other. Then his brother walked in and copped an eyeful of my white ass. I dived under the covers and before I knew it, Salad was down there lapping away at me. He is good, and I know who could make me cum if I let him, But i have only been able to cum from my clit licked from two men, despite my best efforts to hunt out pussy eating lovers.. I pulled him into me and he started fucking me. I reminded him I’m not on the pill (stupid on my behalf) and suggested we do it doggy. I had realised I wasn’t really that in the mood after all. He pumped away and made me cum… I reached under to cup his balls and remind him to blow all over my back.. He tried.. He missed. He shot straight in me. He is the only one I ever have unprotected sex with, I’ve been tested so I know he’s safe… and he would let me know if we needed to use condoms.. He held me and said he was looking forward to waking up beside me after it had been so long. I told him I wasn’t staying and I had to go. I got dressed and left him with a distraught look at the prospect of our first night apart after a fuck. It was my way of saying goodbye to him. I went home and masturbated to sleep..

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