Ciudati si ciudatenii-sau de ce nu ma mai sperie nimic!

Imi plac oamenii cu personalitati multiple .fie ca este acesta cazul sau la naiba avem d’aface cu oameni care isi schimba fatele si masitle precum eu sosetele,imi plac.Ei au farmecul lor aparte,au dorinte inconstiente in primul caz pe care prima personalitate le refugiaza undeva ascuns in mintea lor ca cea de-a doua sa le poata face.Imi plac astfel de oameni si am cunoscut din fiecare caz cate un exemplar demn de pus in rama.

Imi plac oamenii cu fetishuri in pat.Probabil de aceea tanjesc eu dupa a face dragoste ,pentru ca la a face sex le-am vazut pe toate.De la ciorapi cu plasa pe care ii pui ca sa te pupe pe calcaiutzul frumos imbracat in acel ciorap ,pana la sex in 3 sau 4 ,sau latex,si de ce nu a fi stapana cuiva!Astfel de oameni nu stiu daca imi plac !

Imi plac oamenii cu celelalte ciudatenii de la frica de a atinge pe cineva ,pana la tabieturi facute minutios dimineata ,pana la oameni ce iubesc fara sa faca sex,pana la dependentii de cocaina,pana la femeile de lux si cele de minuta,pana  la schizofrenici (am un caz nemaipomenit la mine in orasul natal sa-i zic unde femeia respectiva are program in fiecare zi sa iasa pe balcon si sa strige in gura mare nebunia ei!-am zis VREAU SI EU DIN AIA!:-))) ),pana la obsesii dintre cele mai diabolice( am cunoscut un om caruia ii placea sa omoare ,orice!:-) ),pana la pana la !Astfel de oameni mi se par normali!

Presupun ca vazandu-te si raportandu-te inconstient la altii te crezi normal in ciudatenia ta,ei eu in comparatie cu restul am vazut ca ciudateniile mele mereu erau deasupra de cu mult!

Imi plac luat la general oamenii ciudati! Ei ne fac cine suntem si reversul medaliei evident!

Am spus-o mereu …sunt femeie…si unul dintre darurile date de la divinitate pentru femeie este acceptarea de ORICE!

…si insusirea uneori!:)

Imi e foame de sange! Plec la vanatoare!

Scenic Graffiti

Last week I was driving in the mountains of Virginia, on the way to visit relatives in my hometown near the West Virginia line. About halfway between Lexington and Warm Springs, on two-lane Rt. 32 West, you come upon Goshen Pass scenic overlook. The large pull-off there has a waist-high stone wall to keep cars and people from falling into the gorge 60 to 80 feet below, at the bottom of which runs the Maury River. This time of year the river is low — no cascading white water that thrills the eye in the early spring — however, the views are just as beautiful. As with any tourist, the autumn color display attracts me — but when it comes to photography, not so much. It’s hard to do fall foliage images without resorting to visual cliché, so I had my eye out for compositions that would respect the natural beauty of the area, but also have another level — in this case something a bit humorous, perhaps. Standing by that wide rock wall, all I had to do was glance down to find my subject. Of the seven graffiti samples pictured here, my favorite is “SAUSAGE,” with the little smiling stick figure sausage man. (Click images for larger views.)

Copyright © 2009 Jim Sizemore.

If you’re interested in taking the same drive, here’s a bit more information about Goshen Pass and nearby attractions, adapted from the “Virginia is for Lovers” website.

Enjoy the natural beauty this area of the state has to offer by following scenic Route 39 up steep mountains and along deep gorges. Begin in Lexington, Virginia, I-81 exit 188, home to historic sites and universities (Virginia Military Institute, Washington and Lee). Start out on Route 11 N and then drive west on Route 39 and head out of town. You will come upon the Virginia Horse Center, a modern facility that operates year-round and hosts horse shows, auctions, festivals and educational clinics.

Proclaimed to be “the loveliest spot in Virginia” you will pass through Goshen Pass, the narrow passage carved out by the Maury River with its steep rocky sides where you’ll see mountain laurel, rhododendron, rocky cliffs and rushing whitewater. Here you’ll find easy access to a roadside pull off from where you might spot someone fishing or enjoying a kayak ride. These are perfect spots for a picnic followed by a refreshing walk along the Maury River’s rippling waters. Restrooms are available here too.

As you continue, you’ll enter the George Washington National Forest, you will soon enter the town of Warm Springs, location of the famous Homestead resort and spa. The Town of Warm Springs got its name from the natural mineral springs that maintain a 98-degree temperature year round. In fact, you might just want to try a dip in the pools.

Taking a side trip off Route 39 in Warm Springs, travel south on State Highway 600 to Lake Moomaw which offers boating, water skiing and swimming, in addition to fishing. Several nearby developed campgrounds offer a good place to stay while you enjoy the outdoors.

The Ice Princess

Upon her back the Ice Princess lay
on top of the backseat of the Poet’s car
naked as the day she was born
her arms and legs entwined about the Poet
with the hardness of her lovers fullness
buried up to the hilt of his throbbing dagger
inside the sweetness of her wetness

Until that night a virgin she’d been
the one mistake and a fatal one at that
was to look into the Poet’s sky blue eyes
the ball of ice that was her heart
began to melt as it warmed and thawed
even as her loins began to sizzle with desire
her nipples hardening as wetter she became

Never again would Nia be quite the same
having been taken by the Poet
her heart would never be quite so frozen
so icy cold towards the many men
who’d come in and out of her life
for an experienced woman forever after
she could claim to one and all to be

The New Cool Way to Date...#fail

With my newly found sense of adventure[1], I feel it would be a good time to branch out in other aspects in my life, particularly in the dating department. Over the past year I have met and dated several amazing women, women that given the right circumstances would have worked out brilliantly. Sadly, it was just not meant to be. School, distance, religion and various other factors have left these amazing and beautiful people just out of my reach.

I could be sad, upset, disillusioned and my usual curmudgeon self about this matter, but I am not. In fact I have a completely different take on the issue. I feel that by meeting and dating these women, I have slowly learned more of what I am looking for in life. They have shown me that I am doing something right with my life and they are the kind of people I want to surround my self with. Though, this newly found enlightenment does not change one simple fact… I am single.

My current situation may be familiar to you, the reader. New phase in life and coming to terms with what is important to one’s self. With all the stresses coming on, it would be nice to have a good distraction or two. In this assessment though, I need to figure out a few things in regards to the approach. I have never tried Internet dating and my only experience in the dating “scene” has been the traditional meet and greet or the out and about pick up. Both have worked very well for me in the past; however, being in a new city with such a diverse population, I feel I should give the Internet a fair shake.

Lets examine a few key sites and my understanding of how they work:

 

OKCupid: I guess it’s a free dating site? PQ tells me, “They work on a ‘matching’ system based on the answers you give to the questions. The more question’s you answer, the more they can ‘figure out’ your matches. But just fill out your profile and go looking for matches. It’s better if you go look at matches/girls you could be interested in vs. them coming to you.”

Plenty of Fish: This is a free dating site that resembles the traditional “bar” model of dating. You have a profile and a small “about me” section. Basically, you are trolling pictures for what you think is your best suited match.

Match: This is a paid site that works similarly to Plenty of Fish. My understanding is that it is a more upscale version of the dating pool; kind of like paying to get into the VIP section of a club.

Eharmony: From what my roommate has told me[2] it is a Christian based paid dating site. They have you fill out an enormously long survey about yourself and likes/dislikes. Then, they match you based on the standard deviation in their “dating equation.” It seems that this is a very serious site for people looking to “find the one.”

Now, I guess once I select a site or several, depending on how I feel, I create a profile that would best describe me. This is where the fine line of truth and bullshit get blurry. When I talk, the subtle nuances of my nature come out; however, with my writing, some times my sarcasm comes across cynical. I will need to work on this.

Then, there is the “I found someone and need to interact” portion of this event.[3] I would then have to send the girl a message with some clever headline or something that does not scream douche bag. Then, make some one-way casual conversation with them and hope they respond. If all goes well, the lines of communication slowly elevate until the meeting point.

At the meeting point is where I am fine. In social situations I thrive and love interaction. I am just not sure how this whole “game” works. What are the rules? How do I make my profile say what I want to express, without being a total narcissistic head case that I usually am? What is the best way to start the conversation without being a complete asshat?

For these these answers, I turn to you, my readers. Please, enlighten me, as I am new to this game…

 

[1] See I quit my job and moving ASAP

 

[2] She’s tried it

 

[3] I think of this as a Miss America Pageant. No, Miss Venezuela, cause that’s just one of the greatest things ever. God bless Telemundo!

 

Spam Dating and Sex Advice. Free, in your spambox

Every day my work email receives about 150 spam emails, they are collected and stored by my good friend Mr Norton Antivirus and put in the spambox; out of sight and out of mind. Well, I started reading through them and there seems to be a pattern, a theme running through the many varied spam emails. The theme is sex, or more specially the size of the recipient’s penis, and how it can help you get laid, pick up, or just find happiness in the bedroom. Reading through each and every one of them could be enough to cause some kind of anxiety attack, I don’t recommend it.  There is some absolute gold in these emails though, and one could use their many tips as some sort of sexual dating guide. Forget the book The Game, this stuff you get for free, and Norton is kind enough to store them all together for easy viewing. Let’s have a look at some of the best free advice spam can offer.

• “Women are hungry for fleshy meat” –here I was thinking about a steak, until the next line: “Every woman will keep your great size in her memory”. Ah, I get it now. So women have a section in their memory especially for storing the exact lengths of the guys they have slept with.  The email suggests this is a good reason for “adding some extra inches to your beef stick”, you’ll sleep with “so many women you’ll forget their names”. And here I thought that only happened at drunken New Year’s parties.
• Confidence is everything, that’s very common advice. Walk the walk guys, talk the talk, shag the something, you know what I mean. My next spam tells us that “nothing gives more confidence than a decent size in pants”. Basically, if you’re small, you can’t walk the walk. Do you want the link for the enlargement pills now? You just need to send them your full bank details and you’ll get them for free… wait a second…
• The next email relates to issues from your childhood, apparently “since your early childhood you were embarrassed by the size of your little friend”. And you thought your midget friend was the reason, nope, not that friend. I wonder how many other childhood issues we can blame that on? Just when you thought your fear of drowning came from that bathtub accident, think again mate.
• Not only do these spam emails dish out useful dating and sex advice, they provide some gardening tips too: “If you water your tool, it won’t grow, but we know what will help”. Maybe some fertiliser? I don’t think penis enlargement pills do much for the garden, but in this drought, I guess you should try everything. Try using that excuse when the courier arrives with your mail package.
• This next piece of advice is very handy for any guy that hates dipping below the belt. You see, “Men with large instruments don’t have to go down on girls”. Problem solved boys, problem solved.
• Simple female observations are also incredibly useful in the world of dating and sex, you see according to this email, “all girls agree to pull panties down, when they see such concrete male power”. This could be my favourite email right now.
• Spam emails don’t always feature the best English, grammar, spelling, or anything else that is important in forming a sentence, but they do have a unique way of getting their point across. “Your manhood won’t stop moving in-and-out until your cutie awakes all neighbours with hot moans”. I think it’s the image this portrays which is important here. But I love the subject title of this email, it says: “You’re against beer or what?” –as if that’s going to provoke some heated manly response and almost force the reader to click on it. How dare this email say I’m against beer, I love beer, I’m going to open it up and download this .exe file and wait, there goes my computer files. Damn it.
• We’re going to end this with spam’s version of poetry, and who said there wasn’t any creativity in spam emails. I’m not exactly sure of the meaning, or whether any of it actually rhymes, or whether a computer randomly selected the words next to eachother, but still, it’s spam poetry, and who am I to stifle art? “Snortin up the beach, I’m waiting for my girls, when you call my eyes. Just some slam dunk, anywhere yeah I don’t care. I feel like I have been hit by a truck, my lover with no jet lag. I’m bettin’ on the dice I’m tossin’, now you keep your fingers out there, honey. So I tell her for fun, it’s really well done, feeling suicidal. Dreams of swords in hand, the sun brings the rain the moon needs the sky. Push, shove, make love, play, never make third base like a tongue in my old lady”. Maybe it’s some weird emo rock band song and the lyrics were stolen from their demo CD? Or it’s Amy Winehouse’s lost poetry book? I’m not sure, I’m even more not sure about the last line, there are clearly some issues being raised here.

Spam isn’t just useless trash emails, it’s filled with hidden gems that can help the everyday man in the bedroom. What have we learnt from this? Basically, all men require a bigger man-tool, and the only way to get this is through ordering from the spam websites (www.weripyouofffool.com) that are conveniently featured in the emails, oh and that spam poetry actually really sucks.

Have Sex in the City

I was reading New York Magazine and the headline really intrigued me, “The Sexy Diaries – A Critical (But Highly Sympathetic) Reading of New Yorkers’ Sexual Habits and Anxieties”. So I decided to read more. OMG! It is such an interesting experiment by the New York Magazine and you can see how much our technology and social media has impacted sex and sexuality in New York City.Do these tools help or hurt your sex scene? Do they give you more choices?

If you are wondering your iPhone is helping you getting lucky, think again.

http://nymag.com/news/features/sexdiaries/2009/60297/

introduction

As single as could be, I never felt any better. Enjoying being a mistress, for I will not get involved, I know what’s coming my way and where I stand. Best part is, I don’t have to listen to him (whomever he might be) complaining about anything… not about a secluded past, family history or spouse… once sex is over, my job (and boy I love my job) is done. Pros and cons don’t matter… sex is great and I’m enjoying every second of it.

I might just be the perfect mistress… not girlfriend… I’m not cut out of that material, but sexual partner… I might just be what men dreamt of:

- I make all men in my life want to be “a better man”;

- I loved, love and will love all men in my life;

- I don’t need to get along with friends or family, for I will have no desire in meeting them;

- I’m nagless;

- I let them be men… actually that’s what I love about them… the manly attitude (it’s sexy and it drives me);

- I respect them;

- I am beautiful… I really am… not that breathtaking beauty, but my uncontrollable curls, my ass, my smile, my eyes and figure have always won hearts;

- I am intelligent… trust me, I am! It is nice to have something to talk about between all that chandelier-hanging sex;

- I am independent! I have my very own personality and opinions, I can stand on my own two feet, both financially and emotionally, and I’m able to enjoy time away from him – while still missing him;

- as far as sex is concerned, I am open minded when it comes to sexuality. I welcome new experiences within the realm of sex and even if I’m not comfortable with a particular ingredient, I am not the type to judge those who indulge themselves. I am often willing to expand my repertoire and skilled enough to use my creative instincts. My approach is playful and fun. Amongst mutually consenting adults, my bedroom manner pulsates with life and love.

Welcome and enjoy… my diary out in the open.

Vouă v-ar plăcea să locuiţi în Arabia Saudită?

Stau şi mă gândesc cam la câte lovituri de bici şi la câţi ani de închisoare aş fi condamnat pentru unele texte de pe blogul meu personal dacă aş locui în Arabia Saudită. Asta pentru că am citit chiar acum pe Jurnal. md că o jurnalistă saudită a fost condamntă la 60 lovituri de bici şi i-a fost aplicată interdicţia de a ieşi timp de doi ani din ţară pentru că a participat la pregătirea unei emisiuni  în care un bărbat îşi expunea în direct viaţa lui sexuală, escapadele amoroase, în timp ce acesta din urmă a fost penalizat cu 5 ani de puşcărie şi 1000 lovituri de bici.

Pe de altă parte, am rămas surprins că şi acolo oamenii manifestă interes pentru sex şi chiar îşi doresc să discute despre el la televizor (wow, au şi televizoare!).  La câtă fobie au de sex, îmi imaginam că la ei copiii apar pe cale asexuală.

Göran Skytte - Mot sexualundervisning

Idag skriver Göran Skytte i SvD kolumn om hur han motsätter sig å det starkaste sexualundervisningen i skolan. Han riktar skarp kritik mot skolan där han menar att skolan tar in lobbyorganisationen RFSU som är startk sexliberaler som undervisar 14-15-åringar i analsex. Något som fler med honom troligtvis reagerar på. Varför räcker inte vanlig sexualundervisning, tänker nog många och menar att analsex är inget man ska lära ut till unga.

Jag säger såklart emot Göran Skytte och hans moralpanikfalang. Det är väldigt viktigt att våra elever får lära sig allt om sex och vad som finns och hur man ska bete sig och att man ska veta vad man själv vill ställa upp på och vad man vill säga nej till. Utan den kunskapen om sexdjungelns alla begrepp vet unga elever inte vad de ska säga nej till. Därför är det jätteviktigt att de får undervisning i det. Och skulle de ställa upp på ex. analsex som Skytte är stakrt emot så måste de veta hur de ska bete sig för att inte bli skadade osv. Vad vill då Skytte? Han vill såklart att eleverna inte ska lära sig om analsex och när eleven står framför valet och ha analsex så vet eleven inte hur det ska gå till och då vill Skytte att eleven skadar sig genom sin okunskap.

För Skytte kan väl inte vara så naiv att han inte tror att sexuella termer cirkulerar runt hos en 14-15-årig elev? JAg gick på mellanstadiet och högstadiet under slutet av 1990-talet och då cirkulerade alla möjliga sexualtermer och sexsaker, jag kan bara gissa hur det ser ut idag med den väldigt lättåtkomliga porren som finns i överflöd på Internet.

Det kan till och med vara så pass att det är för sent med undervisning i högstadiet, kanske bör det lyftas redan i årskurs sex? Passande stadienamn iaf.

Peter

The Sexual Harassment of Mary Ann Hetreed

Statement of Mary Ann Hetreed
May 1997

Allstate Insurance Company’s reaction to a charge of quid pro quo sexual harassment by a high-ranking Vice President was to begin a campaign of retaliation against the victim and then fire her after almost 10 years of outstanding performance!

I was subjected to outrageous sexual harassment including coerced sex by a Vice President of Allstate Insurance Company in Northbrook, Illinois. Some incidents occurred at company off-site meetings paid for by Allstate.

Having witnessed retaliation against others who spoke out against an Officer, I had no place to turn. My own boss and other Officers witnessed the harassment, but did nothing.

Encouraged to file charges by Corporate Security, I did so in September, 1995. Despite repeated commitments from Corporate Security and the Law Department that there would be no retaliation, Allstate began a campaign of retaliation against me including — Human Resources disclosing the charges to many of my staff, a significant reduction in my responsibilities, and down-grading my performance reviews. After advising my boss how seriously ill I was as a result of the harassment, his response was to appoint a new supervisor over me — a man who had previously sexually harassed me verbally !!! On February 24, 1997 Allstate suspended me and on March 7 they fired me. I was escorted from the premises with five minutes notice and told not to return. This, after almost 10 years of “Exceeds” reviews, promotions, and dedicated service to the company.

Although Allstate acknowledged that the harassment occurred, they are using their formidable resources – your premium dollars – to fight my lawsuit. I am now unemployed, struggling to find a job at the age of 47.

The only reason more is not known about their discriminatory practices and a corporate environment where Officers are exempt from the rules, is that employees are afraid to speak out, having witnessed willful and malicious retaliation such as I experienced.

Ginger Snaps

As the full moon climbed towards the apex
of its nightly journey across the star filled sky
the Dark Lord stood patiently watching and waiting
as he called out the name of the goddess who lived there

His patience rewarded as the sliding glass door
slid open to reveal his lovely prey
in all the glory of her feminine loveliness
as she stepped out upon her red wood back porch

Just watching the blonde haired and well endowed goddess
made the Dark Lord’s manhood swell with desire
as he stood there admiring Ginger’s womanly beauty
then gathered the shadows about himself and flew to her

It was around midnight on a midsummers eve
when Ginger Snaps first heard the Dark Lord call her name
as she lay tossing and turning in bed unable to fall asleep
her nipples stiffening, the flower of her womanhood weeping

Earlier that evening Ginger had gone onto the internet
with her husband out of town and nothing else to do
she’d pulled up the erotic journal of one of her favorite writers
his flowery words making her so wet with desire that she could cry

Now unable to sleep yet not quite awake either
the lonely and sexually frustrated goddess
lay within the trance like state between life and death
when she heard the Dark Lord call her name for the first time

Like a moth drawn to the flaming light of a burning candle
the blonde haired and well endowed goddess
climbed out of her bed and walked out of her house
dressed only in a black tank top and a pair of panties

Standing alone upon her red wood deck just off the kitchen
with her hands tightly clenching the railing
the sex starved housewife looked upwards into the star filled sky
made a wish upon a falling star whizzing past

“Goddess how I wish that I could get laid tonight”
she whispered aloud to herself
even as the falling star flared and faded into nothingness
without realizing that she’d been overheard

“My lady I’ve come to grant you your wish”
a deep masculine voice softly said behind Ginger
jumping nearly out of her skin with fright
she whirled around and came face to face with the Dark Lord

But when the blonde haired and well endowed goddess
looked into the soft liquid depths of the Dark Lord’s eyes
filled with lust as he gazed at the curves of her breasts
instead of being afraid Ginger discovered she wanted to be taken

Already wet now wetter between her luscious thighs
she became then she’d ever been before
as her feminine wetness soaked her panties through and through
rolled down her inner thighs like tears of joy

Once again the blonde haired and well endowed goddess
felt the luscious melons of her ripe breasts
become ever firmer even as the bright headlights of her nipples
so sweet switched on and poked through her tank top

Of her own free will Ginger took the Dark Lord by the hand
and led him into the house and into the bedroom
where upon the bed she shared with her absent husband
the Dark Lord granted the wish Ginger had just expressed

As her daughter lay sleeping within her bedroom
her husband lay within the arms of another woman
the blonde haired sexually frustrated goddess
turned to the Dark Lord, consented to become his mate

Crossing her arms in front of her body
Ginger’s fingers grasped the hem of her tank top
pulled it upwards and in one graceful and fluid motion
she pulled the garment off over her head

Dropping the garment onto the floor behind her
as she shook out the luscious orbs of her tits
which jiggled and bounce up and down
like twin bowels of deliciously shimmering jell-o

Bending over as the Dark Lord’s
intense sky blue eyes filled with lust
followed Ginger’s every nuance and movement
drinking in the loveliness of her womanly beauty

As she pushed the pair of panties she was wearing
now soaked through with the wetness
of the most intense sexual arousal she’d ever experienced
off the curves of her hips and down her legs

Which after lifting each foot up off the floor
in order to step out of her intimate garment
she handed her panties to the Dark Lord as a trophy
then watched as he lifted it to his nose and sniffed

After tucking Ginger’s panties into his pocket
the Dark Lord opened his arms and beckoned
her to step within his all encompassing embrace
as his own clothing dissolved into the cool air

As he took Ginger into his arms
pressing the naked curves of their flesh together
even as his mouth brushed up against her mouth
the rose petals of Ginger’s lips in a passionate kiss

Instantly the Dark Lord recognized Ginger
from the sweet taste of the essence of her inner being
as a life bearer who was a giver and not a taker
who because of her husband was dying from the inside out

Ever so slowly the Dark Lord lifted
the blonde haired and well endowed goddess
upwards off the floor who wrapped her limbs about his body
carried the life bearer over to the full size bed

Till that very night Ginger had shared with her husband
upon which the unhappy housewife
found herself upon her back with her legs spread open
the Dark Lord slipping between her thighs

As he mounted atop Ginger’s naked body
granting the wish she’d made upon the falling star
by taking her as the second mate within his triad
gave Ginger the of her life, made her cum again and again

The fullness of the Dark Lord’s rock hard shaft
causing Ginger to gasp and moan loudly
when she felt the lance of his throbbing manhood
spread her open as it slid relentlessly inside her body

Instinctively Ginger wrapped her legs about her lover
her long slender fingers playing with his hair
as the Dark Lord’s lips, mouth and tongue
ravished the mountainous orbs of her luscious breasts

The tip of his tongue teasingly tracing circles
around the cherries of Ginger’s swollen nipples
his lips and mouth nibbling the succulent mounts of her flesh
while his fingers climbed the mountains of her breasts

Being careful not to hurt the blonde haired goddess
nor wanting to cum prematurely
bringing to an end their shared sexual intimacy
the Dark Lord slowly slid his manhood in and out

The tempo of his rising and falling hips
gradually increasing as he slid his hands beneath Ginger
cupping the shapely ovals of her tight little ass
within the palms of his hands as he held her in place

The walls of the bedroom Ginger shared with her fool of a husband
echoing with her sighs, moans and cries of ecstasy
mingling with the sharp rapping sound
of the beds headboard knocking up against the wall

The intense climatic pulses emanating from Ginger’s loins
caused the Dark Lord’s shaft to pulse and explode
to shoot an entire load of his virile seed
upwards into the depths of Ginger’s pulsating womb

The intense warmth of the Dark Lord’s fertile seed
caused Ginger’s loins to climax all the more intensely
her quivering loins drawing every last drop
of her chosen Lord and Mater’s seed up into her womb

Afterwards Ginger lay nestled for hours until the dawn
safe and secure within the Dark Lord’s arms
wondering if she’d ever see the mysterious stranger again
or if she was only having an erotic dream

Just before the break of dawn
the Dark Lord slipped out of Ginger’s bed
as the darkness began to fade into morning
he bent over and whispered into her ear

“Do not worry about your husband ever again
for he shall never hurt or harm you
very soon someone will come for you and your daughter
go with them and do exactly as you are instructed”

Then with a long and final lingering kiss
the Dark Lord disappeared into the fading shadows
leaving Ginger looking forward to her new life
as the second wife of the impregnator

Pola X (1999)

Pierre, a young man of privilege, whose anonymously-published novel is a hit and who’s about to marry his blond cousin, Lucie, abandons all when a dark-haired vagrant tells him her secret late one night in the woods: that she is Isabelle, his sister, abandoned by their father. Pierre breaks off with Lucie and his doting mother, heading for Paris with Isabelle, intent on knowing the dark side of human nature. He begins a novel, sending chapters under a pseudonym to his publisher; his relationship with Isabelle moves beyond the fraternal; and, in winter, the frail Lucie comes to live with them. Family jealousies mount, and Pierre may have discovered despair instead of the truth

Lang: French

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• Normandy
• Novelist
• Male Frontal Nudity
• Brother Sister Relationship
• Sex
• Mother Son Relationship
• Motorcycle
• Explicit Sex
• Bath
• Anus
• Female Nudity
• Nudity
• Long Lost Relative
• Penetration
• Incest
• Foreign Language Adaptation
• French Shock Cinema
• Based On Novel

My Heart Beats For Her Alone

There is a lovely good ole country gal
whose luscious curves
always turn me on and make me randy
whose bright smile
lights up my day chases the clouds away
her hugs and kisses
warms my heart which beats for her alone
cause she turns my world
upside down rocks me between the sheets
of her full size bed
where she patiently awaits my safe return
then once again
she’ll sigh and moan out loud in ecstasy
wrap her arms and legs
tightly about my bowflex crafted body
within her erotic love
oh so enjoyable and absolutely arousing
until at long last
we’ll cry out together beneath the covers

"An Honest Ho" Official Sneak Peek

An Honest Ho

Vashti is a ho, but she’s a good ho, a safe ho if that makes any sense. She’ll fuck a married man, a minister, or your boyfriend; it doesn’t matter. If she wants him nine times out of ten she will get him. She is gorgeous, sweet, and sex crazed. The one thing about her that you can respect is the fact that she always has safe sex and if a brotha is not down for it he has to step aside with a hard dick in hand. Most importantly, Vashti is honest about her HIV positive status.

You may be thinking “How in the hell could she always have safe sex if she has HIV?” Follow along and you’ll understand.

She wasn’t a street ho or at the Bunny Ranch waiting for men to drop their seed for a fee. She was a professional at sex; nasty, low down, filthy sex. Vashti knew there was power in fucking. It had to be because her dad once done anything her mom asked with the promise of pussy at sundown. Also, in high school Vashti overheard a group of male peers admit that as long as a chick is fucking them when, where, and how they want there was nothing they would refuse her.

Vashti learned at an early age that she held true power between her legs and was on a mission to make every man she fucked weak in the knees. Vashti didn’t dress the part of a ho and she wasn’t paid for her services, but she played the role by definition. She also never fucked the same man twice. That’s right, if you got her once you were lucky or unlucky depending on how you looked at the situation.

The story behind Vashti’s current safe sexual behavior lies in her volatile behavior of the past. She would use sex as a weapon having it often and with many different partners unprotected. Men would develop feelings for her and she would use that to destroy them with her sexual prowess and they’d never hear from her again. That sounds dramatic, but Vashti was a bad bitch.

However, she was not so smart; she had forgotten what she learned in high school about a man doing anything for you if you pleased him sexually. After all, what can you gain when you disappear immediately after a man cums? Not a damn thing, except a preventable and incurable STD such as HIV.

As you can imagine Vashti’s fan club grew quite large. She never gave or received a phone number or any other contact information from her “victims” and the sex always took place in a hotel or at their home. Men followed her, stalked her, and approached her constantly begging for another chance. Women hated her and secretly wanted to possess her charms, but Vashti knew how to handle her business, or so she thought.

On one occasion as she scoped out her next “victim” a wannabe victim with stank breath that she had turned down more than a few times whispered in her ear, “One day you’re gonna give that pussy to the wrong man and he’s gonna make you pay”. After she swatted him away like an annoying gnat she gave the statement some thought then shook it off. “It hasn’t happened yet and quite frankly I’m not convinced that any man can have that much power over me.”

When Vashti found out she contracted HIV she wanted to end her life and felt unlovable and more importantly, unfuckable. She foolishly wanted to make every man pay for her irresponsible behavior. She was informed by her caseworker that before she had sex with anyone in the future she would have to tell them her status or it could be considered a felony. This scared the hell out of Vashti. Would she ever have sex again? Was she still sexy? Would men deny her?

She took a year away from her old life, educated herself on HIV and other STDs, dealt with the lengthy process of informing her past partners of her status with the help of the local Health Department and relocated to a place where no one knew her. She had fucked most of the men within a one hundred mile radius, so if she was to start over properly it had to be in a new town in another state.

After a year of pleasing herself she decided she loved sex with men too much to completely give it up. She promised to be honest about her status and protect herself and anyone that she had sex with. If he insisted on not using protection she would slap his dick to the side and move on to the next. The last thing she needed was another STD to further weaken her immune system. Her T cell count was well above two hundred and she didn’t currently need to be on any HIV medication. She ate healthy, worked out, and was in great shape.

One hot summer night Vashti felt like checking out a dance club called Pulse. Hopefully dancing up a sweat would get her sexual pulse pumping. She got dolled up the way she used to in her risky days and decided to give flirting with HIV a shot. If she saw someone that caught her eye she would approach, but if not she would sit back chill and order her favorite alcoholic drink, grape vodka.

Pulse was a spot forty five minutes outside of her home. She’d heard it was the spot to meet high class men, so she had to be in attendance.

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The Nubian Princess

For as long as I can remember I’ve always had a thing for African-American women. Indeed as far as I’m concerned a woman is a woman no matter what her skin color happens to be. Nor does it make any difference to me as to what racial group the woman I’m interested in belongs too. As long as the woman in question is both physically and sexually attractive as well as willing. I’ve never once hesitated slipping between the sheets in order to play hide the salami with her.

Yet it had been quite a while since I’d had a decent cup of hot chocolate. When right out of the blue Gabby, a well endowed Nubian princess, called me on my cell phone. In order to ask me to come help her get her car started which of course I was more than happy to do. Especially since at the time Gabby just happened to be my next door neighbor in our apartment complex. With whom I’d been looking for a way and/or a good excuse to get inside her pants or up her skirt anyway.

Upon my arrival at the parking lot where Gabby had quite unexpectedly found herself stranded on her way home from work. It only took a couple of minutes to get the well endowed Nubian goddesses car up and running again with my portable battery charger. Of course that was the good news because it turned out a short time later at the auto parts store where I’d followed Gabby after recommending she have her battery tested. The bad news was that it turned out that Gabby’s car needed a new battery that she couldn’t afford right at that particular moment. So once again I gallantly went off to rescue the Nubian princess by offering to loan her the money. Making it clear that I didn’t expect my voluptuous next door neighbor to pay it back right away.

Of course I didn’t make any overt moves on the well endowed Nubian princess. Letting time take its course by moving slowly all the while taking full advantage of the opportunity. That the goddess of love had quite unexpectedly dropped down onto my lap of building a solid and stable friendship with my next door neighbor.

After a few weeks of going out together for an occasional dinner or movie as friends rather than on a serious date. Gabby felt comfortable enough to take the two hour or so ride up north to Chattanooga Tennessee. In order to visit the new penguin exhibit at the Tennessee aquarium during which Gabby and I had such a good time. So that the our planned day trip lasted quite a bit longer than either Gabby or I had intended.

Nor did the Nubian Princess and I have enough time to get around to all of the exhibits that we wanted to see once Gabby and I saw all that the Tennessee Aquarium had to offer. So instead of heading for home Gabby and I decided to pick up what we needed in the way of clothes as well as a swimsuit after booking a room at one of the nearby local motels. Then spent a couple of hours frolicking and relaxing in the nearly empty pool located just a short walk from the room that Gabby and I were staying in.

Which of course gave me the perfect excuse to sneak as many peaks and sideways glances at Gabby’s thong encased curves. The sight of which tended to give me a boner that I refused to hide but didn’t go out of my way to stick my hard on up under Gabby’s nose either. Instead choosing patience as the pathway to bedding the Nubian Princess after I saw Gabby admiring my own Bowflex crafted physique.

It wasn’t until late that evening after Gabby and I finely returned to our room for the night after eating a late dinner. That the mating dance the Nubian princes and I were engaging in heated up enough so that I got lucky at last. When instead of climbing between the sheets of the other altar of lust sitting in our motel room. Gabby decided to slip between the sheets of the double bed into I’d climbed while she went to the bathroom.

Hearing the toilet flush and the bathroom door open I watched as Gabby who was still wearing  the pullover dress she’d bought earlier. Walk back into the room through slitted eyes then politely rolled over until my back was facing her instead of taking advantage of the situation. But instead of climbing into her own bed after pulling off her clothes and turning out the light sitting on top of the table that sat next to her bed. Gabby walked over towards my bed, picked she up the covers and slid up under them in order to lie down next to me.

Where the Nubian princess slid her arm around my naked body and encouraged me to roll back over towards her. Of course I had no intention of refusing such an obvious invitation so that a moment later I came face to face with the naked Nubian goddess. As the curves of our lips locked together in a long and ever increasingly intimate kiss even as all four of our limbs entwined themselves about each others body.

Because it had been quite a while since my last sip of hot chocolate I took my time savoring the sweet taste of Gabby’s kisses. While I allowed the fingers of my left hand to gently explore and caress both the inside as well as the outside  curves of Gabby’s side, hips, thighs and legs. Even as I slid my right hand up underneath the front of the Nubian princesses well endowed body. Where my fingers of my right hand explored the luscious valley of her cleavage, fondled the ripe orbs of Gabby’s melon sized breasts as well as teased the raisins of the Nubian princesses nipples.

At first Gabby’s fingertips lightly grazed the skin of my chest and teased both of my nipples. Before wandering down between my legs where the Nubian princess fondled, teased and played with the shaft of my rock hard manhood. Which amazingly enough became even harder when Gabby’s long slender fingers. Teasingly stroked the fullness of my masculinity for just a few tantalizing moments. Before wrapping around my  swollen flesh which the Nubian princess then  began to squeeze lightly.

Even as a low feral moan escaped from between the curves Gabby’s soft lips. As two of my fingers slipped past the protective lips of the Nubian princesses labia. As I inserted them into the honeycomb of Gabby’s wetness and began to briskly yet tenderly rub the nub of my lovely and well endowed next door neighbors clitoris.

Who responded by rolling over onto her back where Gabby’s clean shaved and silky smooth thighs invitingly fell open. Even as the African-American goddess tugged on the swollen lance of my rock hard and oh so throbbing cock. The head of which Gabby eagerly guided to the oval opening of the flower of her womanhood. Once I’d settled down between her thighs and held it there as I shifted in to a comfortable position. As I  prepared to bang the living daylights out of the lovely and well endowed African- American woman who lived in the apartment next to mine.

Just one downward and unrelenting thrust of my hips was all that it took to make Gabby thrown back her head and cry out. When at last the Nubian princess felt the opening of her love canal spread open. As the entire length of my rock hard and throbbing shaft slid all the way to its hilt inside Gabby’s hot and wet pussy. Who responded by wrapping her arms and legs tightly about my neck and waist. Even as I slipped my hands beneath her and cupped the ovals of my African-American neighbors tight little ass firmly within the palms of my hands.

Only then did I allow my hips to begin rising and falling at an ever increasing tempo. As I slid my rock hard and throbbing shaft in and out of Gabby’s hot and wet pussy. Whose sighs and moans of ecstasy began to come more frequently in tandem with my own grunts. Brought about by my intense exertions in-between the sweet kisses Gabby’s lips continuously showered onto both my neck and face. As the Nubian princess lay writhing beneath me as I did my level best to drive my next door neighbor into a sexual frenzy.

Nor did I allow myself to cum, slow down much less stop my efforts when I felt as well as heard Gabby climax for the first time. Choosing instead to make my lovely and well endowed next door neighbor cum again and again in a multiple climax the likes of which Gabby had never experienced before. Until at last I was on the verge of being exhausted and unable to hump up and down any longer. Only then did I allow my rock hard and oh so throbbing cock to explode within the velvety sheath of the welcoming warmth of my next door neighbors hot and wet pussy.

A short time later Gabby and I fell asleep in each others arms where I was awakened the next morning just after dawn. By a kiss from my next door neighbors sweet lips, who then proceeded into successfully tempting me into making love to her one more time beneath the sheets of our rented altar of lust. After which Gabby and I showered together before getting dressed and heading out to finish exploring the Tennessee Aquarium and the other nearby tourist attractions before heading home and falling into our own beds.

Faith Hill

Faith Hill (Born 1967 in Ridgeland, MS) is an Award Winning American Country Music singer. In a career that began in 1993, she has gone on to chart a total of 20 songs in the Country Top-40 with 8 of those songs hitting #1 on the charts. All told, she has charted 31 singles in the Top-40 Country charts over her career.
Her Awards include 5 Grammy Awards, 9 Academy of Country Music Awards, 4 Country Music Association Awards, and a Peoples Choice Award. She has recorded a total of 9 Studio Albums, Compilation Albums, and Christmas Albums with 3 of the albums going to #1 on the Billboard sales charts. To this point, she has sold over 40 Million records worldwide. She has been married to Country Music Superstar Tim McGraw since 1996 and they are the proud parents of 3 young daughters. Has also appeared on screen as an actress in the TV series “Touched by an Angel” and in the film “The Stepford Wives”.

Autograph #241 in Collection.

Sexual deviations are a fun party topic

Write that 1000 times...

In psychology, Paraphilias refer to all sexual deviations. Lately, I have been liberally using the word VOYEUR (voyeurism is a paraphilia characterized by individuals getting aroused by watching other naked or performing sexual acts) to describe the way I have been living life for the past couple of months. I feel like someone that has been just observing life, although done attentively, it has been just observation, no real action.

Immersed in this insight, I started to think that it is possible to establish a parallelism between other Paraphilias and the way people face and live life. Here are some examples:

Sadist: [Obtains pleasure from inflicting pain on others.] Consider here your criminals, gangbangers, extortionists, con-artists and anyone else with no real regard for others’ suffering or pain.

Hurt me...please

Masochist: [The desire to suffer, be beaten, bound or otherwise humiliated.] You know the kind, the ones that always have a story of injustice that has been done unto them, the perennial victims and the drama queens.

Autagonistophilia: [Being on stage or on camera.] Your attention whores. The ones that need to be the object of people’s attention all the time, for example the stupid parents of “Balloon Boy”.

Autoerotic Asphyxiation: [Self-induced asphyxiation, sometimes to the point of near unconsciousness.] You know the type, your friend that’s always putting him/herself in dyer situations just so that he can miraculously pull him/herself out of them in the last possible minute.

Frotteurist: [Rubbing against a non-consenting person.] You know that guy in high school that wasn’t really your friend but he used to hang out around you all the time? Whatever you had would rub-off on him and he would use it to “survive”. Same thing with that person in the office that never really contributes to anything but is always taking credit for someone else’s labor…you know them well.

Mammaphiliac: [Aroused by breasts.] Basically, all men (and some women).

Fetishist: [Aroused by objects.] Materialists, people that are all about stuff and what they can have.

Zoophiliac: [Aroused by animals.] Oh, I hate these ones and you probably do too. Member of PETA but has absolutely no regard for the humans around them. The type that complains about President Obama killing a fly but hasn’t called their own mother in 15 years.

Ursusagalmatophiliac: [Aroused by Teddy Bears.] Actually, I couldn’t think of a parallel for this one but it was just too damned good to not mention!

I like to watch

Voyeur: [Enjoys watching other naked or performing sexual acts without participating.] Like I have been, just an observer of life, someone that watches everything but doesn’t really do much. It’s sad but true. As clever as I seem to be, I have been doing NOTHING for myself or my life lately.

Discovering oneself as a recovering voyeur is not fun but it is the first step on the way to recovery.

I think that since I’m creating parallels, I might as well go all the way (pun intended). When it comes to life, one can choose to be any of the Paraphilias but I think I chose wrong. I left one important paraphilia out of my list.

Sex Addict: [Can never satisfy his/her sexual desire. Always wants more.] Who knew that when it comes to life, this seems to be the most sensible choice? I want to be a sex addict for life! I should always want more of it, I should never be satisfied just with what I have gotten so far, I should always be out there looking for new experiences and more of what life has to offer.

I know it’s a bit of an extreme conclusion but I think it needs to be.  I am a sex addict for life!

Little bag o'tricks

For a list of other interesting Paraphilias, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_paraphilias

Broken Elevator

My sexual awareness dawned fairly late for a girl in this day and age. I say that like I’m sexually aware now. I’m not. I’m inexperienced as all hell, actually. Usually it doesn’t matter; I don’t go around hooking up with guys I don’t know, and even if I do, the furthest I go is making out. That’s hard to mess up, even for me.

I spent a good portion of 2008 dating my first boyfriend. I’ll leave out the specifics, but will go so far as to say it started really well and ended… really not so well. Anyway, he was my first in several categories, including the one labeled “Head.” He was the first guy I ever went down on, and his reaction… apparently I blew him away, pun completely intended.

So there I was, with little to no sexual experience, suddenly being good at something. Everything I heard told me most girls hated giving head, but my best friend and I sat around exchanging tips and techniques. The fact that I was actually okay at it made me a million times happier to do it; I am the type of person who either gets it on the first try or mostly gives up, and I “got” this immediately. To be quite honest, I was very pleased with myself.

Flash forward a year and a bit, at which point the unpleasant breakup happened over six months ago. I took up with someone else in what could charitably be called an “on again, off again” relationship. In this relationship, sex was actually an option, which it hadn’t been with my previous boyfriend. It’s not that I disliked it, exactly… it’s just that I didn’t really like it, either, mainly because I didn’t know what I was doing and have body image issues to boot. I figured, hey, I’ll learn, become more comfortable with myself… and in the meantime, I give good head.

Except not, because a few months ago I was diagnosed with temporomandibular joint disorder. It’s not really a big deal; I’ve had it for years without knowing it. But here’s what happens: when I open my mouth too widely or for too long, my jaw joint dislocates and locks. I noticed that last year, but assumed it was normal. Well, it isn’t. The solution for a locked jaw is to bite down – the harder the better. Not to be too graphic, but I actually thought I would bite the… ahem. I thought I’d bite it off. And that was before my diagnosis. Yesterday I was on the phone with the specialist, explaining to him that when I yawn in the shower, my jaw seems a lot looser and more likely to lock than it used to. Here’s what he had to say: “You’re just going to have to stop opening your mouth so far.” So… I’m not allowed to yawn with an open mouth.  And (although I didn’t ask, because that would just be awkward) I’m clearly not supposed to give head, either.

Basically I feel like I’ve just lost the entire reason for my appeal to guys. Obviously I’m selling myself short, yes I’m aware I’m nice-looking, yes I know I’m funny, a guy who really likes me won’t care about that, etc. etc. etc. (to quote the King). It’s stupid. I’m aware. But considering how thoroughly lousy I am at everything else, and how much anxiety it’s causing me, I might just stay away from guys.

This elevator is broken, please take the next car, it’s more likely to go down.

Fortell verden at du har hatt sex!

Hvis det blir født et barn hvert tredje sekund på kloden, betyr det en ejukalasjon hver tredje sekund. Hvis vi antar – for å ta et tall – at  befruktning skjer for hver 100 000 ejukalasjon, er det ganske intens kjønnsaktivitet verden over til enhver tid. Hvis vi så i tillegg tar med alt liv som forplanter seg, står det en sky av kjønn rundt kloden.

Denne skyen begynner å bli synlig. Det blir etter sigende stadig vanligere å twittre eller facebooke, smse og meile etter et samleie.  

If you do tweet after sex, you’re in good company as we found 36% of people under the age of 35 often use Facebook or Twitter after sex. Moreover men are twice as likely to exhibit this behavior than women and if you’re an iPhone owner you’re three times more likely to go social media after you know what than Blackberry owners.

Det beste av alt:  på dette nettstedet kan du legge inn at du har hatt deg. Hvis alle følger opp, blir planeten etterhvert dekket av røde og blå kaniner. Hva var i grunnen sex før nettet?

Liking~Disliking

Im back!!! yeah im gonna start blogging on a regular basis again, cuz im going to slowly go insane if i don’t.

This is something weird i wanted to talk about; you know when you like somebody for no particular reason.. and then within 2 weeks you really don’t like or couldn’t care less about him (or her )
im just curious as to why that happens
i mean is it something we discover that makes us go off?
or does some force know that liking that person won’t help you, so it allows you a few weeks of insanity the *poof*
or is simply human hormones and emotions?
This is something thats really interesting for me because of the guy i was ranting about the other day.. and now im like *yawn*who?*yawn.. well actually its more like.. hmmn.. i have no desire to speak with you
Its kind of funny because its a really passing issue.. not significant at all.
anyways. thought id drop that
xx’s

Khi mốt "thả rông ngực" lên ngôi...

Đó là các bộ trang phục làm bằng vải mỏng trong suốt hoặc vải lưới, cố tình “bỏ ngỏ vòng một” khiêu khích…

Ngay từ đầu mùa các tên tuổi thời trang lớn đã cho xuất xưởng hàng loạt các mẫu mốt bằng vải trong suốt, nhưng chúng không gây ấn tượng và ít được chú ý. Người ta cho rằng nó không mang nhiều tính ứng dụng cao, thị trường sẽ ít người sử dụng.

Tuy nhiên, phải đến khi các ngôi sao liên tục trưng diện thì kiểu style này mới bắt đầu “trọng dụng”. Có thể điểm danh vài cái tên như Kate Moss, Rihanna, Lady Gaga… Ban đầu báo giới cứ xì xào, bàn tán coi nó ngang với chuyện lộ hàng trang phục, nhưng với tần suất xuất hiện các nhiều trang phục kiểu này, ở khắp các “mặt trận” đã buộc người ta phải công nhận… nó đang dần trở thành một phong cách thời trang chính hiệu thể hiện sự táo bạo trong cách ăn diện của nhiều cô gái.

Trên các sàn catwalk.

Abley Lee & Catherine McNeil trên Vogue Australia tháng 9/2009.

BST xuân- hè 2010 của bodyAMR & Kate Moss Vogue UK tháng 10/2009.

Hay trên các tạp chí thời trang.

Và khó ai có thể phủ nhận rằng đây lại là một style cực cá tính và ấn tượng, nó chắc sẽ không dành cho quá nhiều số đông. Kiểu mẫu này làm nên “chất” riêng của những cô nàng thích sự phá cách và thích nổi trội. Vậy nên những người đầu tiên có mặt trong danh sách sử dụng mẫu trang phục này khởi nguồn vẫn là các sao đình đám thích tạo chú ý bằng trang phục…

Chân dài nóng bỏng Kate Moss, từng được biết đến là nhân vật thích trưng diện vòng một, tất nhiên sẽ là người xếp ở vị trí thứ nhất. Ngay từ khi kiểu trang phục “bỏ quên vòng một” này chưa rầm rộ thì chân dài nổi tiếng này đã từng thử chúng khá nhiều lần trong các bộ ảnh khác nhau. Từ việc thò mặt trên các mặt báo hay đơn giản chỉ là đi dạo phố… Mọi người cứ chỉ trích mãi rằng Kate Moss cố tình gây sự chú ý, tạo xì căng đan để đánh bóng thêm tên tuổi, nhưng một số ít lại có quan điểm cho rằng Kate đã đi trước thời đại…

KateMoss đi tự tin dạo phố… (ảnh chụp hồi tháng 4/2009)

Phong cách cũ lại tái hiện (ảnh chụp hôm 6/10/2009)

Nữ ca sỹ Rihanna những ngày gần đây liên tục để báo giới “chăm sóc”. Bằng việc liên tiếp làm người khác phải tò mò về cách diện trang phục “sexy hoá”, nên tháng 9 vừa qua Rihanna “vinh dự” ghi tên là người gây chú ý nhất về cách ăn mặc.

Rihanna đến tham dự tuần lễ thời trang New York.

Tiếp tục gây sốc tại tuần lễ thời trang Paris.

Khách quan mà nói trang phục siêu mỏng và “bỏ ngỏ vòng một” này vẫn có một sức hấp dẫn lạ thường. Nếu bạn khéo léo trong cách kết hợp, nó sẽ tạo hiệu ứng rất tốt, giúp bạn tăng sức quyến rũ không ngờ. Hãy nhìn bộ váy của Alexander Wang mà người mẫu kiêm người dẫn chương trình truyền hình Abigail Clancy mặc, chắc chắn bạn sẽ muốn thử xem sao.

Abigail Clancy quá xinh đẹp và quyến rũ.

Sẽ thật thiếu sót nếu bản danh sách này cái tên Lady Gaga không được xướng tên. Nhân vật được mệnh danh “người có phong cách ăn mặc quái dị” sao có thể bỏ qua style đặc biệt này. Vốn dĩ nó đã rất đặc biệt thì qua “bàn tay” của LadyGaga, nó còn trở nên khác biệt hơn bao giờ hết. Cô còn diện hẳn cả một bộ vải mỏng từ đầu đến chân và không quên cố để bỏ ngỏ vòng một tạo sự chú ý về phía mình.

Bộ trang phục “để ngỏ nhiều vòng một”
có lẽ chỉ có những sao như Lady Gaga mới dám diện.

Rõ ràng style này được các sao “mạnh dạn” sử dụng. Vậy còn trong đời sống hàng ngày nó đã ứng dụng chưa? Thắc mắc sẽ có lời giải đáp ngay khi bạn nhìn thấy cô gái dưới đây diện đồ. Đây chính là phong cách của những teen trên đường phố Moscow ở Nga. Tuy nhiên để không quá gây sốc thì nó đã được “chế biến” thêm chiếc khăn quàng trước cổ. Thật là một sự sáng tạo mà vẫn chạy theo đúng mốt.

Phong cách của teen nước Nga.

NguyênTâm (Tổng hợp)

Your Way

The way you touch
With just your voice,
Your words enlaced
Within my heart.
Your lips thirsty
For drops of honey
Gently falling
From my fragile frame.
In tune a melody
Of chimes,
Playing like a symphony
To my ears.
Making me dance
Eternally in the notes
Of your passionate love.

© 2009 by Amanda Sanz

The Morning After: International Affairs

I was home for another long break from school. I was tired and cranky and sick of my mother breathing down my neck to do my laundry, clean up after the dog and “get my ass out of bed before 11am just once this week.”

In attempts to cheer me up, my brother and his wife invited me to join them that night at a bar event. It was a big Hanukkah party that would be full of all the Jews I hadn’t seen since my high school days. Considering I had lost about 30 pounds and some unfortunate bangs since then, I agreed to go. I wanted everyone to see how sexy and awesome I looked as a more mature college girl.

I put on the hottest outfit I could find (which was difficult considering I only brought pajamas home on this little break), straightened my hair, layered on the makeup and went. My brother picked me up and we spent the entire car ride discussing how awkward this night would be.

“We’re making a beeline for the bar as soon as we get there.” We all agreed.

I elbowed my way to the bar, giving fake happy kisses to every camp/youth group/high school “friend” I saw along the way. They all wanted to catch up (and tell me how great I looked!), but I had one thing in mind: vodka.

That is until I spotted, across the room, my camp crush. I met him when I was 14 and fell truly, madly, deeply in love with him. He was super tall, super hot and the object of every single girl’s affection. I won him over with my wit and class-clown mentality, but he never saw me as anything but a fat, unfortunately-banged friend. We lost touch the minute I went to college and I hadn’t seen him since.

But there he was. In a blazer and jeans, looking just as hot as always.

I didn’t think he’d remember me, so I stopped staring and leaned up against the bar to order. I needed a double.

As I was squirting the lime into my drink, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there he was, giving me that heart-melting smile. Turns out, he did remember me. Also turns out that he liked the new mature college version of me, as he sat with me the entire night, hand on my thigh, begging me to go home with him.

Part of me (a very small part, mind you) didn’t want to give in to him. I mean, I had come with my brother! How was I going to explain that one? But the other, much larger part, couldn’t resist this boy. This was a moment of vindication! My high school crush! He wanted me! And his body was bangin’.

I decided to suck it up, tell my bro the truth and head home with my dreamboat.

It wasn’t until after I got in the car and we made out for awhile in the parking lot that he informed me he had moved to Windsor. As in Canada. As in a 35 minute drive and a border crossing. Yes, I was crossing international borders to get some booty. And then I would be walk of shaming (well, drive-of-shaming) it back into my country in the morning.

When we arrived at the border it was 2am. My boy started speaking to the agent in French [Swoon], before handing over his birth certificate. The agent took a moment to look it over and handed it back. Then she stuck a flashlight in my face and asked for my passport.

“Uh, I don’t have it with me.” I answered.
“Why not?” She asked.
“Uh, I wasn’t planning on coming to Canada tonight,” I replied, trying not to laugh.
“When are you leaving?” I looked at the boy – he was smiling.
“Tomorrow morning?” I answered. The agent paused, looking back and forth between the two of us.
“Oh,” she said knowingly. “I get it. Well, go ahead and have a good time.” She smiled. As we pulled away, she flashed her station lights on and off, a sign to the other guards, I presume, of an international booty call.

And I did have a good time. Twice, in fact.
And on my way out of town, I picked up some Ketel One at duty free.

Those Canadians aren’t so bad.

Nia Long & Chris Rock: Why They Only Had ONE Date...

Like I’ve said, letting it all hang out for your ‘man‘ is cute, but it’s not real.

They may want to hit that on the first date, but as Chris Rock shows, men don’t wanna hoe.

They don’t want to hear, think or imagine you being a hoe, if he’s a gentleman and if he’s looking for more than one good night in the hay.

They may act like it, but pleeeeze…We know better.  They don’t want to share their candy (especially, if your name is Candy) with the world.

If you are generously giving out sex to many men, the guy is clearly thinking, “If she’s handing her booty to me on a platter, how many others are enjoying the poo-poo?”  He just isn’t telling you he’s thinking that.

Maybe, that’s why your phone stopped ringing a decent hours and only rings after midnight.

Ladies, keep that in mind.

Check out some of the ways of being a “Lady” here!

Link 2 fun #3

A aparut un nou trailer la Mafia 2

A aparut un nou trailer la The Sims 3

46 de poze noi din Halo Wars

5 poze noi din Resident Evil 5

A fost descoperit un bug major in IE

Sony va scoate o noua consola portabila candva in viitorul apropriat

Ideile lui Obama privind internetul

Hitler nu primeste tort de ziua lui

51 de locuri pe care nu ai voie sa le vezi in Google Earth

I love… satan?

Au fost descoperite gauri in invelisul magnetic al Pamantului

Drowning In Innuendo At The Swimming Pool

Me: I need to stop forward thrusting

Me: I blow out so then nothing comes in

Lor: D’ya want me to pump you up or down?

Me: Argh!
Lor: What’s up is it stuck?
Me: Yeh >.< *jiggling*…God damn 69! *more jiggling* …I want my clothes back! Why! Why does this always happen to me …Finally!
Lor: Did you get it out?
Me: Yeh I just had to shake it and jiggle more.

Boys in the Basement

We bought this house because of the basement.  There is an identical house around the corner, fronting on the park.  But that house has a finished attic, and no basement, and this house has a finish-able attic and a HUGE basement.  Brett and I sat on the floor of the other house’s attic, looking at the floor plans for both.  The house with the basement had a bigger guest room, more accessible for older relatives.  It had a big, sunny room for Brett’s office, with a door between that space and the other room, which would be our children’s play room.  We decided and signed the offer.  Now the house is mine, not Brett’s.  But the basement is still just a little bit his.

A couple of days after the 2008 Superbowl, when Brett dumped me suddenly, I told my now-ex-friend Tiffani that I hadn’t slept in days.  “He lays there next to me, and I just wonder—will he look at me? Reach out and touch me?  And then I feel afraid and desperate, and I just can’t close my eyes.  Maybe I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“Don’t you go to the guest room!”  Tiffani was vehement.  “He needs to go to the basement.  He started this, he’s the one who wants space.  Don’t you go anywhere.”

So I told him to go.  And I slept, fitfully, but better than eyes wide open.  He asked me pathetically if he could come back upstairs about a week later.  “Are you coming back as my husband, or because the room is more comfortable?” I asked pointedly.  He stared at me dumbly.  “Then you can’t come back to my bed.”  And he never did.

He made a little apartment for himself down there.  He came and went after the kids’ bedtime out the French doors.  And he fucked my best friend on the sofa bed we bought for our parents to sleep on when they visited their grandchildren.

Brett lived in the basement for seven long, long months.  When he left, I stayed out of there for a few weeks.  Then, I found myself in a quandary.  Paul was being shipped out of town, with two days notice.  The very two days I had the kids.  A proper goodbye was absolutely necessary.  I had counted on Paul being in Atlanta through Election Day; disappointment and fear at having to face my new life loomed.

So, how to have a few more nights with Paul?  Obviously, the guest room.  It had no furniture, and the first night he snuck in, I ended up with rug burns that you can still faintly see on my upper back.  We were smarter the second night.  I met him on the porch in a tank top and shorts, and we shared my beer while we looked at the stars.  We eventually did end up in the guest room, with a blanket on the floor this time.

I had the baby monitor in the room—somewhat disconcerting to my young friend, but he was good humored.  Then we heard a cry.  I threw on my tank top (backwards) and ran upstairs.  Tillie was up—an extreme rarity.  Damn my luck.  I calmed her and settled her in with her binkie and blankie.  Arriving back in the basement, I found Paul wrapped in the blanket, waiting for me.

A few minutes later, having laughed off the interruption, the baby monitor crackled.

“You’re fan-TAS-tic!!” the gleeful voice of Bob the Builder sang.  “Good job!  You’re fan-TAS-tic!”

Tillie was playing Builder Bob’s workshop.  What a great background for our final liaison!  We laughed and tried to ignore it.  Then:  “Uh-OH!  Try again!”  Great, Builder Bob is calling the plays on possibly the last sex I’ll ever have.  Is this what being a single mom is all about?

Eventually, Tillie went back to sleep, silencing Builder Bob, and I got to say goodbye to Paul without the cartoon play-by-play.

The guest room is furnished again, and I’m slowly organizing the rest of the downstairs.  As Yom Kippur ended last week, Joshua and I stayed up after the kids were in bed.  We finished cleaning the kitchen, and headed to the guest room.  We talked and kissed and made love and held each other.  No Builder Bob, and no goodbye.

Brett descended to the basement as the beginning of the end.  Paul met me in the basement for the end of the beginning.  But I think Joshua belongs upstairs.

My List

I have list of all the people I’ve slept with. I can still remember them all but it gets easier with the list. The length of that list depends on how I count. If I only count intercourse it’s 8, if I even count oral it’s 12, if I count the girl (there were only fingers involved) and whatever happened at Smile’s* then it’s 14. If I only count the people who made me come it’s 6.

Out of all the 14 I regret one. Maybe two… I’m wondering if it really was such a good idea to sleep with Paul >< If I got the chance to sleep with anyone on my list again I’d got for maybe 4 or5 of them… Possibly 6. Out of those 14, 12 of them have nick names here. The average age of those 14 is just a bit over a year older than me. Out of those 14 I was in love with one and crushing on 6 or 7. Out of those 14 I was together with one.

*I don’t know how to describe it really. Torture is one word, but it was really great too and only involved two fingers and a lot of mind games.

Is SNL right that Obama's accomplished 'nothing'? - Yahoo! News

Is SNL right that Obama’s accomplished ‘nothing’? – Yahoo! News.

This is a REPRINT. I normally don’t do this but to be honest it pretty much says everything I was thinking of bloggin about so I dont really see a reason to rewrite it.

This weekend “Saturday Night Live” opened with Fred Armisen as President Obama, delivering an address from the Oval Office. Noting up front that he’d failed to secure the 2016 Olympic Games for Chicago, Armisen’s Obama said it was just further proof that his detractors’ fears are unfounded: How could he transform the country into something resembling the former Soviet Union or Nazi Germany when he’s failed to accomplish anything at all? “When you look at my record,” he said, “it’s very clear what I’ve done so far, and that is nothing.”

But are SNL’s accusations of Obama being a do-nothing president accurate? Let’s run down the list of the nine promises SNL lampooned President Obama for doing “nothing” on to see where he actually stands.

1. Close the American military prison at Guantanamo Bay: In one of his first acts as president, Obama signed an order mandating the close of the notorious lockup by January 2010. On Sunday, White House National Security Adviser James Jones said that he was “hopeful” that the White House would meet that deadline. Several legal and logistical questions remained to be answered, however, including the fate of the remaining detainees.

2. Pull all troops out of Iraq: In February, Obama told congressional leaders that he wanted all troops out of Iraq by August 2010. On June 30th of this year, a large number of troops were pulled out of the country, a move that was understated here in the U.S., but was met by dancing in the streets in some parts of Iraq. At the time of the withdrawal, the American military leadership refused to put a number on how many troops remained, though some have estimated that number remains as high as 124,000.

3. Improve the situation in Afghanistan: In a recent interview with CBS’ “60 Minutes,” General Stanley McChrystal, America’s top commander in Afghanistan, said that things had become “a little worse” than he had originally anticipated in Afghanistan, adding that “the breadth of the violence, the geographic spread of violence, is a little more than I would have gathered.” Wednesday marks the eighth anniversary of the U.S.-led invasion, and last Sunday saw the deadliest single battle for American soldiers in Afghanistan since 2001. The administration is currently divided over how to change course in Afghanistan, weighing McChrystal’s request for 40,000 more troops against other options.

4. Reform the nation’s health care system: This year’s health care reform debate has been one of the more contentious debates in American history. Originally, the president set an August deadline for Congress to pass legislation for him to sign. That obviously didn’t happen. However, on Friday night the Senate Finance Committee finally released its mammoth health care bill, setting the stage for an even more intense national debate with a floor vote potentially coming as early as the middle of this week.

5. Cut down on global warming: Prior to the onset of the raucous health care reform debate, the centerpiece of the Administration’s efforts to stem the increase of global warming, the Cap and Trade bill, was on the legislative fast-track. However, over the weekend Carol Browner, Obama’s global warming czar, said that passage of the bill prior to December’s Copenhagen Climate Change Conference was unlikely.

6. Reform the nation’s immigration policies: In August, President Obama, under intense pressure from supporters for not moving fast enough on the issue, announced that he would have an immigration bill in Congress by the end of the year, though it likely wouldn’t be voted on until 2010. Saying that “demagogues” who “suggest that any form of pathway for legalization for those who are already in the United States is unacceptable” would attempt to obstruct his efforts, the president added, “Am I going to be able to snap my fingers and get this done? No.”

7. Changing the military’s policies on gay soldiers: In his first week in the Oval Office, President Obama announced that his Administration would have to study the “implications for national security” before he could attempt to repeal the present “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy initiated by the Clinton administration in 1993. On Sunday, White House National Security Adviser James Jones reiterated Obama’s commitment to fulfilling this campaign promise, but added that the president has “a lot on his plate” and would get around to addressing the issue at the “right time.”

8. Placing limits on executive powers: In the early days of his presidency, Congressional Quarterly praised Obama for appearing as if he was “rejecting some of Bush’s most expansive executive power claims” in the White House. However, that sentiment quickly evaporated among Obama supporters and opponents, with Salon’s Glenn Greenwald noting in April that the White House had “explicitly claimed to possess the very presidential powers that Bush critics spent years condemning as radical, lawless and authoritarian.”

9. Prosecute those who facilitate torture: In April, President Obama announced that his Administration would not bring charges against those who carried out acts deemed as torture upon U.S. terror detainees, but rather might seek to prosecute the Bush Administration officials who drafted the documents justifying the use of torture as lawful. In August, Attorney General Eric Holder followed through by announcing the appointment of a special prosecutor to investigate whether or not the interrogations of suspected terrorists broke any laws.

So, taking all of this into consideration, are SNL’s satirical criticisms of President Obama’s do-nothingness valid? Probably not, mainly because, as illustrated by the old adage about how one shouldn’t watch sausage or legislation get made, the process of “change” and getting anything done in Washington is a long and messy one, and Obama is merely nine months into his term as president. But that doesn’t mean that Saturday’s SNL skit was humorless, which, for once, it most definitely was not.

– Brett Michael Dykes is a contributor to the Yahoo! News Blog.

Cum traiau fetele alea, in secolul 18, fara aparate foto si Hi5?

Data oficiala a inventiei fotografiei este 1839. Asta inseamna ca, pana atunci si mult dupa data asta, femeile nu s-au fotografiat.  In memoria duceselor care si-ar fi facut poze pe sub volanase, v-o prezint pe Jelena Zezelj  si daca cele mai frumoase fete din lume n-ar locui in Romania, cu siguranta ca nu as fi gasit aceasta frumusete in Serbia.

Fata noastra din vecini are toate motivele sa fie mandra de ea si inglobeaza cam toate calitatile alea capabile sa faca orice barbat fericit: un corp care nu te lasa sa gandesti limpede, o privire care spune multe, intr-un limbaj al trupului, descifrabil fara sa stii sarba si doar 20 de ani, in care n-a fost timp sa-i apara riduri sau sa-i vina idei despre moralitate si principii. In tara ei e cunoscuta pentru ca a participat la Veliki Brat, un fel de Big Brother al lor.

She's 18 An Outrageously Nasty

She’s 18 An Outrageously Nasty

Tessa Taylor finally celebrates her birthday with a huge surprise in store for this fresh 18 year old slut! When she blew out the candles, she wished she could be blowing on a fat cock, her wish is our command. We d the virginity out of this teenage slut by taping her hands together, shackling her ankles, handcuffing her wrists and shoving a hard dick in her tight wet pink pussy! She still wanted more so we made her sit on her cake and suck on that cock just after sitting on her face…  Click Here To See More!

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Når ga De Deres mann en avsugning sist?

Problemstillingen er oppstått etter tidligere omtalte Anna Ankas Sveriges-tur for en stund siden. Hun mente at alle kvinner burde stille opp for en liten blow-job. Hver morgen, om så er.

Nå er jo hun gift med en noe tilårskommen mann. Han får det vel ikke til på andre tider av døgnet, muligens. Av samme grunn er det nok helst litt oppskryt av avsugningen skjer HVER ENESTE DAG. Det blir litt kjedelig, blir det ikke? Og litt rutinepreget.

For meg høres “avsugning” ut som en teknisk affære. På linje med oppstaking av kloakken eller fjerning av flomvann. Det hører med til hverdagslivets pliktmessige gjøremål når noe har tettet seg.

En sånn ensidig tjeneste har lite med et levende samliv å gjøre, hvis det foregår hver dag. Annenhver dag også, for den del. Ritualer er trygt og godt for autister og eldre. Ja, nettopp. Eldre! Stakkars, Paul Anka må jo med sine 68 år regnes inn i gruppen eldre. Og liker rutiner.

Jeg tror at menn generelt vil være litt uenig med meg, rent teknisk sett. Ingen mann vil kanskje nekte en avsugning, om det så er daglig… Men det er altså noe med settingen her. Kanskje sammen med det øvrige budskapet til fru Anka.

Her i huset praktiserer vi litt hygge, varme og samhørighet når vi gleder oss med våre ekteskapelige eskapader. Det holder for oss.

Barbatii si sexul !

In urma unui studiu recent, nemtii au fost desemnati cei mai prosti amanti din lume.

Cele peste 15.000 de femei, din 20 de state, care au participat la sondajul  realizat de site-ul www.OnePoll.com,  au fost de parere ca barbatii din Germania nu sunt deloc buni la pat, pentru ca sunt “prea împutiti”. Acestia sunt urmati  de englezi care au fost caracterizati drept “cei mai lenesi”, iar suedezii “prea rapizi”.

Cei mai prosti la pat
1. Germanii (prea… nespalati)
2. Englezii (prea lenesi)
3. Suedezii (prea rapizi)
4. Olandezii (prea dominanti)
5. Americanii (prea badarani)
6. Grecii (prea tandri)
7. Galezii (prea egoisti)
8. Scotienii (prea zgomotosi)
9. Turcii (prea transpirati)
10. Rusii (prea parosi

Spaniolii, cei mai tari la pat.
La polul opus se afla spaniolii, brazilienii si italienii. La studiu au participat 15.000 de femei din 20 de tari.
1. Spaniolii
2. Brazilienii
3. Italienii
4. Francezii
5. Irlandezii
6. Sud-africanii
7. Australienii
8. Neozeelandezii
9. Danezii
10. Canadienii

Out of Sight

With the luscious curves of her naked body
the sweetness of her wetness
my lovely and well endowed forbidden lover
chose to comfort my pinga
where we were hidden from the prying sight
of her husband’s roaming eyes
lying on a blanket deep within the dark forest
sliding between the protective
lips of her labia in an out of her womanhood
my forbidden lover cried out
again and a whole lot more in sexual ecstasy
while the orbs of her breasts
lay cupped within the palms of both my hands
the trigger of her nipples
lay beneath the gentle pressure of my thumbs

Safe (Sex In) Schools Czar

A short time ago, Obama’s green jobs Czar, Van Jones, was obliged to step down after he discovered that he had unwittingly signed a petition once to investigate Bush for the 9/11 terrorist attacks.  Van Jones is actually one of Obama’s less innocuous Czar appointments.  But this is what happens when the President delegates himself the unconstitutional authority to appoint and outsource power to people in made up positions with no congressional oversight.

More shocking than Van Jones, who once accused white people of polluting black neighborhoods, is Obama’s choice for a “Safe Schools” Czar, Kevin Jennings.  Jennings is in charge of figuring out how to make our wonderful institution of public schools safe for the children who attend.  Jennings has come under a great deal of criticism for his pro-homosexual education stance and his anti-religion stance.  But seriously people, this is public school.  That’s par for the course.  Others have been disturbed by Jennings admitted drug abuse and suggest that this might disqualify him from being the man in charge of keeping our schools drug-free.  On the other hand, half the US Presidents who have appointed Drug Czars share Jennings’ history of illegal drug abuse.

“I got stoned more often and went out to the beach at Bellows, overlooking Honolulu Harbor and the lights of the city, to drink with my buddies on Friday and Saturday nights, spending hours watching the planes take off and land at the airport, which is actually quite fascinating when you are drunk and stoned.” – Kevin Jennnings

Beyond his own dark past, what makes most parents nervous about the “Safe Schools” Czar is his record when it comes to actually keeping kids safe.  Jennings tells the story of when a 15 year old boy came to him and told him that he (the 15 year old boy) was meeting older men in a bus station bathroom for sex.  Jennings response, in his own words, was to make sure he “used a condom”.  Who knew when Obama hired the “Safe Schools” Czar, he was actually getting the “Safe Sex” Czar.

Encouraging a minor to enjoy their statutory rape as long as they use a condom is the sort of thing that might get a Republican fired.  In fact, the Washington Times editorial on Kevin Jennings reminds us of how the party lost the 2006 congressional election because Mark Foley sent mildly suggestive texts to a minor.

The Senate Finance Committee has just voted to restore federal funding for abstinence programs.  It is obvious that these programs run directly in opposition to President Obama’s agenda, as evidenced by his choice for Safe Sex in Schools Czar Kevin Jennings.  This may be the beginning of a battle that will show Americans who really is in charge in Washington, the Congress or the Czars.