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Persona, Compassion and Bravado...

I recently read an article on writing that suggested writers ask ourselves, “Why have I chosen to write this novel at this time in my life?”

This novel at this time.

An interesting question.

As psychotherapists we continually ponder why a client chooses to discuss certain matters during particular sessions.

While life of each client holds a myth or narrative unique to them and around which all activities swirl to incorporate meaning, the question, “Why this and now,” holds power.

The answer usually lies within the framework of a recent incident that has taken place.

In becoming a microcosm of the macrocosm of the large narrative of the client’s life touches upon an aspect of the large narrative.

It reminds the client of something they have yet to resolve, or yearn to achieve.

“Why this, and now?” becomes, “And now I desire this.”

My recent novel, The House, due for publication in 2010 probes the question, “What would you do if you learned the person you are divorcing is also dying?”

That I love my husband and we are happily married, and that this is my first and only marriage makes for an interesting answer to the question, “Why did I write “The House“, and now?

The answer, “I desired the ability to hold more compassion, particularly for those who have wronged me,” immediately as i pondered.

Prior to writing The House I had done a year or more of spiritual direction.

Many of my discussions, in fact the bedrock of my discussions centered on the relationship with my mother, unfinished business that was never resolved before she died.

While I have always felt there was much more I could have done, the priest pointed out that perhaps my mother had wanted forgiveness from me for various things she had done.

Forgiving my mother, that she would feel badly for anything that she had done, had never crossed my mind. I was too focused on the things I had performed poorly, my failures as a daughter. The question left me stumped.

In pondering it more I realized that I had not seen my mother as a person.

She had been an icon, The Mother, never to be challenged, never to be corrected, never to be seen as an equal, nor a friend.

How sad and how lonely.

Granted my mother had played her role in creating this bravado, and had lived out this persona.

But I, in my ignorance and fear, had never sought to pierce it in a loving and compassionate way.

If the adage, “Once and adult, twice a child,” is true, then the relationship between me and my mother never reached a point where I was able to give to her as she gave to me when I was a child.

Hence I wrote, The House, the theme of which is:

“…All hold regret and are seeking forgiveness. Our salvation rests in the hands of others…” my way of saying,”I’m sorry.”

Why have you written your novel or story?

To what personal desire does it point?

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AVN All Time Top 50 Porn Stars

 

The AVN editorial staff decided to select the 50 Top Porn Stars of All Time.

In compiling their list, they took into account a number of criteria – popularity, ability, impact, mainstream acceptance, longevity and last but not least, good old fashioned looks

View the Top 50 here: AVN All Time Top 50 Porn Stars | Porn Star eMart

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10 Things I Learned This Week

It’s been a long while since I’ve done one of these, but it’s always fun to make a list of all the things I’m learning in my day-to-day life, no textbook required (although sometimes it would be desireable)!

1.  Owen is not a screwdriver.  He told me so.

2.  If you pretend to be Buzz Lightyear, wear a cardboard box for a helmet, and jump off the couch yelling, “to infinity and beyond!”, you will hit your head on the ceiling and possibly take out a light fixture…or two…

3.  Dorky family pictures don’t work out so well when you’re the only one who looks dorky in them.

4.  You have to wait a really, really long time to get season 8 of the original “Beverly Hills 90210″ from Netflix!

5.  The “Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed” song is much, much funnier when sung through a paper towel tube.

6.  When it’s 9 degrees outside in the middle of the night and your dogs start barking like crazy, take a little time to fully rouse yourself from your slumber.  Don’t muddleheadedly run outside in shorts and a tank top!  It’s a very rude awakening.  Literally.

7.  OMG!  I am, like, totally the coolest adult my little sister-in-law knows. 

8.  My little sister-in-law needs to get out more. A LOT more!

9.  I don’t like being referred to as an “adult”, even if it’s preceded by the world cool.  Come on, everybody knows there’s no such thing as a cool adult! 

10.  As much as I dislike being called an adult, I dislike it even more when I tell someone that I’ve been married for almost 6 years, and they ask if I’m 19 or 20.  I have a feeling that Seth Meyers and Amy Poehler could do a pretty good “REALLY!?” segment about this.  (For the Rednecks reading this, that would be “Saturday Night Live’s” version of “Here’s Your Sign”).   And by the way, my husband is not that much of a pervert!

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Not Every Santa Is Nice; There’s A Claus!

 

Yes, this image is real, taken no more than 10 minutes ago at Macy’s Department Store right in downtown Deadwood.

I realize that many young and old women alike may fantasize about Old Saint Nick giving them the “One-Finger Rush”  in the “Christmas Spirit” of things. Nonetheless, the Douginator Online Magazine is here to set you all straight.

Once again these fake Santa bastards are going around and fucking things up. I know and you know the real deal, the real Santa is dead already.

The Douginator Online Magazine received a tip today that there was a poser hanging out in the Macy’s Department Store on Deadwood’s Lower East Side. Making sure that I had my Visa to travel through the town’s industrial south side, I sped through the casinos on Main Street, passed the whorehouses and “Loser’s Alley” that most tourist finds soon enough on their own, and the Chamber of Commerce never seems to mention. I drive down along the seedier side, passed the army of drug dealers and pimps, of town until I hit the local merchants where the sun seems almost a little brighter like that of the south side of town.

I did see another “Santa” out in front of the Silverado Casino ringing a bell to lure all the Winter Tourists into the establishment. What does the Christmas Spirit of things and casinos have in common?

Absolutely nothing…

“Ho, ho, ‘hoe… Merry fookin’ Christmas” he yells as I drove by. Yup, another drunken Irishmen. “Come inside so’s we can fook you’ze over, takes all’z you’ze monies…”

I crank up Disturbed’s new album that will be released next summer to you all. It’s going to be “fookin’” huge!

Deadwood does a lot of that sort of shit. I would have to drive back through in hopes of exposing this fraud in good time. Acting upon my tip, a phone call who wishes to remain anonymous, “Diamond Dave” we all call him that called is a fifty-some-odd man who takes too much Viagra and runs around chasing the eighty-some-odd former women who formerly were professional legalized whores here. Most retired as school teachers, librarians (at the Deadwood Library), a couple of nurses, and three or four former Pastor’s wives. However, I am not positive if they were married to these pastors before, during, or after they where whores – In any rate, Diamond Dave suffers from priapism. I guess it can be fatal for older guys. I mean I wouldn’t know. When I was a young teen and going into manhood, I would spend half my day with a woody looking like I was about to impale the next big hit, if you know what I mean, and I turned out fine.

Nonetheless, I manage to find a parking place and with my eight mega-pixel camera, I took the picture above of the so-called sell-out of “Santa.” Unfortunately he saw me first as you can see. I know this guy, her name, that’s right, I said her name is Roz Purchase. Roz was a former street hooker her in Deadwood and then took a job as a Cashier at a few casinos since then. This is the reason that I immediately got the “middle finger salute.”

Roz is no more a Santa than she is a lady. She then chucked little Toby Sanchez off of her lap aimlessly onto the floor and ran out of Macy’s in a torrent of uttered contempt and death threats towards me, the magazine, and of course, the staff at Macy’s.

Rozelle Purchase is anything but friendly most days, and on some days, quite the old cranky old geezer. Most of the old men that is still alive and kicking remember a much softer side of Roz, “Back in the Day…” and I bet!

As I ran out behind Ms (pronounced “Mehz”) she was seen here flashing the patrons of my fine little mountain town and traumatizing young Judy Stahlsworth to the right.

The guy on the bike, Jerry Smith later reported to me that he had immediate plans on “…turning gay.” This is going to be his new year’s resolution.

Now some folks, the folks that knows the deal with me clipping the real Santa has asked me if I could go back into time and rectify things. Certainly not!

Santa had it coming. Also there were fakes back then doing terrible things like Roz here in Deadwood. I mean, I am told by the DOGC “Deadwood Old Geezer’s Committee” that Rozelle always had an issue with “flashing” every since the 3rd Grade at Deadwood Elementary School.

This is certainly nothing new for her, or for the other miscreants posing as Santa. Ms. Purchase was then hauled into custody and is awaiting trial.

I raced back to see if I can find the other “Santa Asshole” running around in front of the Silverado Saloon across the street where Roz used to spend her quality time lying on her back at their hotel.

No such luck, the asshole must have saw me, realized who I was. I drove around behind the establishment on “Loser’s Alley” and there is where I found him.

I took this picture as this man, who had completely pissed himself in his drunken stupor to include urinating on his socks is seen here in his destitute. It grieves me so that gaming in South Dakota has taken in so many casualties that can be seen here down in their mire, their luck along this lonely stretch of broken asphalt to include this guy, a fake Santa.

This man, a former gym coach at the Lead High School, in Lead, pronounced “Leed” South Dakota fell into a gambling addiction a few years ago losing his home, his wife, his dog worked out a deal with the Silverado casino is working his debt off for the remainder of his life playing the rolls of the Easter Bunny, the Great Pumpkin, a Leprechaun, Cupid, Uncle Sam, and Jesus Christ on the fitting and respective holiday seasons.

Sad…

You Know The Deal…

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Lost Girls

In addition to my growing collection of Alan Moore books, I have recently purchased a complete hardback compilation of Lost Girls. I was initially put off by Melinda Gebbie’s illustrations. Whimsical and fairytale-like in style, they are not at all reminiscent of Moore’s previous works. Once I started reading, though, I honestly couldn’t put the book back down. This is not so much due to its frequent and explicit erotic content, but because it has such a powerful and magnetic narrative quality that is comparable to Moore’s other more well-known pieces. The plot – a perversion of a variety of universally known and familiar fairytales – guides us through a revelation of human desires in its many forms. Although Lost Girls is probably more specifically targeted towards females, I have no qualms that male Moore fans will enjoy this series nevertheless. Here are some of the less explicit pages from the book.

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(Educational program including adult learner’s characteristics, economic and social background, student problems including peer group, personal and academic problems; principles of adult learning, personnel development; psychology of learning and process of student organization.)

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The Curse of the Good Girl, Rachel Simmons

 

Virtualibrarian’s comments: I picked this book in the hopes that it would offer me advice on my own behaviors. It does offer some interesting insights into why so many women/girls are non-confrontational, and provides some exercises for re-thinking the way we act and think. I thought much of the exercises and practical advice was too simplistic, however, at least for adults. Moreover, I’m a bit perturbed by the author’s lack of any background in psychology. Overall, it’s worth borrowing from a friend or the library; not buying.

Amazon description:

In The Curse of the Good Girl, bestselling author Rachel Simmons argues that in lionizing the Good Girl we are teaching girls to embrace a version of selfhood that sharply curtails their power and potential. Unerringly nice, polite, modest, and selfless, the Good Girl is a paradigm so narrowly defined that it’s unachievable. When girls inevitably fail to live up-experiencing conflicts with peers, making mistakes in the classroom or on the playing field-they are paralyzed by self-criticism, stunting the growth of vital skills and habits. Simmons traces the poisonous impact of Good Girl pressure on development and provides a strategy to reverse the tide. At once expository and prescriptive, The Curse of the Good Girl is a call to arms from a new front in female empowerment.

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Off to bowling with my son David, have a wonderful day all ~ Namaste ~ william

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Scuba Lesson

What is it?   Lessons teach scuba diving using tanks and mask, snorkel and fins.  Culminates in an open water dive. 

Where is it?  Classes are held at area pools.   Enrollment through Aquatic Adventures of Michigan.

Who’s it for?  Classes are available for anyone ages 10 years and up.

When is it?  Classes start every 8 weeks and run for 6 weeks.

Why should I do this?  This will allow you to safely dive in the great lakes and while on vacation. 

…..this information is not verified………….

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If you have never been with a girl with an ass this big and round, let us tell you (lying) it’s amazing! The way it bounces and jiggles (have no idea) when they take it from behind, you have to go out and get some (so do we)!!

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Objective 1, convince your wife to have sex with you. Objective 2, get your wife to have sex with you on video. Objective 3, get your wife to agree to put your little video sex tape online for perverted porn monkeys like us to watch.

What do you get for completing your mission, besides the sex part? YouGet paid! Uh huh, thats right, up to $1,000.00 for your raunchy little homemade sex tape. Too bad you’ll have to hand over all the sex tape money for that stupid gucci handbag you can’t afford to buy her.

   

The See My Wife website has all kinds of hot amateur housweife sex action. So, if you can’t convince your wife to go along with the plan, watch your neighbors wife!

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BATBABE - The DARK NIGHTIE DVD-Rip

Bacchum City is being plagued by the maniacal Jerker who sets in motion a plan to steal all of the pornography in the land. He keeps it locked away in his phallically styled helicopter, waiting for the townsfolk to become consumed in sexual anxiety. But Wendy Wane, a strip club mogul by day, slips into her seductive alter ego Batbabe at night to combat the evils of The Jerker and his clown henchmen. Aided by hopelessly incompetent Commissioner Boredom and sexy lesbian District Attorney Henrietta Bent, Batbabe must summon the courage to continue promoting her standard random ten-minute promiscuities and corner The Jerker before he forces her to permanently retire.

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The Vicar Fucks His Housekeeper

Untouched though she was, 14 year old Becca Miller had very sophisticated sexual desires.  Her fantasy life was as rich and adventurous as her actual life was chaste and restricted. Two factors contributed to her powerfully erotic cravings.  One was access to the internet, specifically the computer she often made use of at the Vicarage where she performed housekeeping duties at the weekend for extra money.  She stumbled upon sites saved in the favourites folder that were dark and sexual and profane, and Becca quickly found herself addicted.

Equally compelling, the other contributing factor to her growing delinquency of mind was the Vicar, himself. Becca often found herself staring, almost mesmerized by the strange light she could almost but not quite discern in the Vicar’s very unusual eyes.  The sound of his voice during his sermons simply became a roaring in her ears, and somehow she always found herself shamefully aroused, her cunt wet and throbbing.  There were times when he seemed to look directly at her, inside of her.  And when she was aroused, his eyes seemed to leap with hidden flames.

Today as she pretended to dust the monitor, her hand reached for the mouse as though it had a mind of its own.  The images springing to life were colourful, nearly three dimensional and raw; her nipples tightened painfully, rubbing against the fabric of her little white bra as though it were made not of soft pretty lace, but sandpaper.

Cocks, two to be precise, slapped a girl’s cheeks; One on the left of her distressed and tearful face, one on the right.  Becca’s open youthful face drew closer to the monitor in order to see more clearly as her heart sped up its manic beating.  Without thought, her left hand had found it’s way to the moist tender nub of flesh tucked between her labia.  Her clit was distended and swollen, her fingers having no trouble finding their deft way to the center of her sensual universe.

Her vision became myopic, narrowly focused as all the rest of the world receded.  Only the sounds and images on the screen inches from her face mattered.  Gone was the feather duster, fallen from fingers palsied by lust.  Gone was the barking of the butcher’s dog, gone the ringing of the phone and the sound of the answering machine picking up in the next room.  Her mind was so keenly and intently focused on the scenes of ravishment playing out before her lust glazed eyes that she failed to hear the Vicar’s voice informing her that he would be home in twenty minutes and would appreciate it if she warmed his midday meal and had it waiting.

“Open your mouth, slut!”  The guttural, husky voice issuing from the computer’s speakers demanded and the delicate pink lips occupying the entire monitor opened, a pink tongue darting out like a small, wanton animal.  A thick veinous cock probed at that pouting mouth, slicked itself against those accommodating lips, slid aggressively within the humid warmth, plumbed the virgin depths.  Becca was hoarse with panting, her own lips as dry as her cunt was wet. She squirmed, unbuttoning her girlish white blouse.

Head thrown back now in wanton abandon, the girl sprawled on the padded office chair, the wheels rolling several inches in one direction, then several in another as Becca writhed in utter base sensual need.  The woman on the screen squealed as her hair was gathered into a brutish fist, pulling her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck to the teeth of the second man.  Becca herself suppressed a scream as the second man bit and sucked with bestial hunger.  Hunger to match her own growing appetite.

A dog’s collar was placed around the woman’s neck, Becca feeling the leather on her own virginal flesh.  A lead was snapped onto the collar and pulled taut, Becca gasping as though it was her airway, and not the actress on the computer which was brutally constricted.  “Kneel whore.”  Her knees grew weak as the woman knelt, the two rampant cocks coming into view once more.  Becca wanted to see more.  She needed to see more.  To feel more.  Her anus contracted as one of the men growled, “I’m going to fuck Your ass!”

Becca could almost physically feel the sensations depicted upon the screen in front of her lust dazzled eyes.  The slapping of a work roughened hand upon the firm, full flesh of a womanly ass.  The bum quivering and growing red with the impact of each well placed slap.  Yes, her mind screamed.  She wanted this too!  This hard handling and rough speech.  She anted the collar around her own young slender neck.  Her whole being screamed for a Dominant man to TAKE her.

Suddenly, and without warming, her entire world tilted on its axis.  Fantasy and reality collided with the piercing pain of a rough hands on her body.  A harsh voice chastising her.  “Awwww!” she screamed as cruel fingers pinched her nipple and a hand wound in her long dark hair, pulling her head back in imitation of what she had so recently been watching upon the computer screen. “Is this what I pay you for Miss Miller?”

With no warning, she was upended and face down over an unyielding set of thighs, thighs like iron and as hard as the voice of the Vicar which now told her, “So, Miss Miller, you like it rough do you?”  Pain blossomed on her upturned bottom as one then two then five more slaps connected with that previously untouched young body.  The Vicar was terrible in his wrath, punishing the young girl without mercy. The slap of flesh on flesh as his hand spanked her nubile young bottom gave way to the deeper bite of a strap marking the pristine white flesh for the first time.

“So. This is how you repay me for my kindness in affording you income?  Are you a slut Miss Miller?”  The strap bit deep and Becca cried out breathlessly.  “Are you a whore?”  Five more times the strap fell upon that resilient flesh, and five times Becca barked out in startled agony.  Finally finding a wheezing remnant of her voice, Becca replied, “No, Vicar, please!”  The strap immediately fell again; even harder than before if that was possible.

“I said, Are you a whore.”  The words sounded more like a statement than a question to Becca’s distressed and confused mind.  “No!” Becca cried, but the strap convinced her otherwise as it feel with determined intent.  “You’re cunt is glistening,” The Vicar’s voice sounded strained as one of his large fingers slid through the tell tale wetness of Becca’s youthful and aroused bunt, bisecting the halves of her outrageously aroused labia and probing, pushing, thrusting deep inside her untried sheath.

With a lightning fast flick of his wrist, the Vicar used Becca’s hair to maneuver her to her knees.  “On your knees before me slut.”  This frightening turn of events had Becca crying in earnest now.  More than anything, Becca liked to please, thrived on praise and approval.  To be so castigated in the eyes of her Vicar was her undoing.  Sobbing now, Becca pleaded for leniency, for understanding, for a reprieve from the violence and pain of this harsh punishment.  Her cunt flooded with a new wave of moisture, putting paid to her outcry of injustice.

“Is this how you spend your time in my home?”  The Vicar’s voice sounded distorted with rage, and only did Becca’s mind begin to return from the anesthetizing influence of the BDSM pornography she’d been imbibing.  Becca heard, before she felt, the sound of her blouse being ripped as the Vicar brutally tore the thin cotton garment open, buttons flying onto the floor.  Her tears were real, yet her body betrayed her sense of outrage, her nipples continuing to tighten and grow painfully y erect, her cunt swelling and flooding with a new wave of moisture.  Her shame grew just as her arousal increased.

“So, you like the dark side of sexuality, do you?”  Becca wasn’t even certain what exactly he meant, only that she was ashamed of herself and that her body wanted more, ever more.  His hand connected now with her tear stained cheek.  “Answer me slut.”  Becca’s confusion of sensation and experience only grew more profound, and her answer was a bewilderment of words falling like guilty gun shots,

“No!.  Oh, yes, no no no no!”  She had no idea any more what she’d been asked, only that she was indeed, imminently, tremendously, monumentally guilty.  “Please Vicar, please!”  His left hand gentled briefly as he stroked tears away from her guilty eyes.  His right hand, however, held tightly, painfully, possessively to hear long dark hair.  “Slut, you’re stealing from me, stealing as you take your pay each week, knowing you have not earned it.”  Becca began to cry; crocodile tears running down her cheeks as her shame was outlined for her.

Just as she thought her shame would come home to roost in utter ignominy, her parents being informed of her baseness and ugly sexual need, her classmates learning of her shame through the neighborhood grapevine, the Vicar’s voice suddenly gentled, just as his hands began to soothe and stroke and caress.  “Shhh, shhh, baby girl don’t cry.”  Becca was so grateful to hear that crooning note in the Vicar’s voice that she collapsed both mentally and emotionally as well as physically into his enfolding arms.

Becca didn’t even mind that the Vicar’s fingers were tweaking her nipples, encouraging further arousal from that young and susceptible body.  She didn’t even object when one then two fingers probed deep, deep, deeply into the virgin depths of her oh so wet cunt.  “Now then Becca, we shall forget this mistake, won’t we?”  The Vicars lips were tender and sweet as they kissed her eyes, kissed the tears away.  His hands stroking her bottom, adjusting her body so she now sat upon his lap, cradled in his arms

“Would you like to be my special girl Becca?”  She thought she was mishearing this golden opportunity to know reprieve.  She thought she must be imagining the crooning sweetness of that deep melodious voice.  As his hands undressed her, laying bare the curves of her sweet young body, Becca dared to peek from beneath her long dark lashes and whisper, “Yes, please, Vicar.”  When his cock was offered for her to taste, to touch, to explore, Becca took to it like a duck to water, like a guilty young girl to the lifeline offered her.  Like the slut she was born to be.  Her lips opened, just as did her hungry cunt.

And oh, the pleasures they were destined to share!  The sweet rich pleasures of darkness and debauchery and rich tender delight!

The Rites of the Moon Princess by Asagi Ryu

From: Comic Penguin Club vol.276
By: Asagi Ryu
Type: Oneshot
Content: Yuri, Adult, School

I love reading stuff from Asagi Ryu, he is truly one of the Gods of Yuri, but editing his stuff is a pain, this took me really forever to edit and I do apologize to Yurifangirl for it taking so long.

I do hate writing synopses but I’ll try anyway: A very sexy and sweet story about two school girls, one of which is leaving school for good, how will they spend there last night together (not hard to guess)?

If you think you can make a better synopsis, well be my guest ^^

Enjoy

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Long, long ago, when things like VHS, Betamax and satellite broadcasting didn’t exist yet, there lived a boy who loved watching movies over anything else – until one day he found something much more interesting to do in the darkness of the movie hall…

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Incarnations of Lust

We exhume our past selves on occasion, exorcise unresolved issues without even realising we’re doing it.  Somehow, role play together simply evolves.  We draw things to the surface of one another that may well have lain dormant for decades, and these remnants of memory and experience, once given flesh, complete some kind of emotional circuit, truly bringing a sense of peace and completion that I, for one, had no idea I even needed.  He is a tonic to my soul.

The character manifested recently, interrogated me with a vigor and rawness that brought real tears not to my eyes, but to my psyche.  My cunt was laid as bare as my emotions, a slick and supple target for the strap he applied.  The true self of me was shocked and thrilled, titillated beyond belief by this brutal turn of events.  The self which played out its drama with the evil DI cried out and objected.

His teeth left blue marks around my nipple, a temporary tattoo I quietly savoured, hoping to show Him the evidence of His harsh alter ego; but today I am unmarked, my flesh pristine.  I am again the blank canvas upon which we write our lust.  For lust bubbles to our conjoined surface much as the spunk which spurts in heated jets of warmth into my open mouth, or the sweet almond stickiness of my juices flowing at His tender touch.

My own fierce inner demon was gentled when He stopped our wild cavorting charade to hold me to His chest and remind me that He, Himself, His real self loves me without limit.  He doesn’t like to hurt me.  I flinched and moaned when that thick black strap struck my breast.  When His hands roughly tugged the lead attached to the collar I wore, my incarnate slut self yelped with pain.  His eyes and hands and lips were soft as He caressed my tear stained face, crooning soft words into my straining ear.

How do I tell Him that He did what I needed Him to do.  I didn’t know that I needed that crass coarse session with my own corrupt DI, but I did.  My whole being responded to His words and actions as though it all had been preordained and orchestrated and choreographed long before we were born.  He naturally is all that I could ever hope a man would be to me and more.  My only concern is that I, similarly, am all He could ever want or need in a woman.  More.  Always more.

I slept that night, replete, sated, whole.  A damaged layer of self had been brought into His Dark Light once more, and the subsequent healing had left me far more whole and satisfied than I could ever have dreamed.  He is my dream, my waking answer to whispered hopes in the dead of night.  For Him, I will do all things with utter abandon, knowing He is the Master of my soul.

Shoujo Sect Volume 2

I’m back after a good rest. Here is the rest of Shoujo Sect.

Please remember that 1: I didn’t do any of the work on these mangas. They were all done by fans for fans. Simple as that. 2: This is an adult, yuri manga. No one under the age of 17 should be reading this. I’m dead serious.

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Chapter 9- http://www.mediafire.com/?4zylr4owyan

Chapter 10- http://www.mediafire.com/?mzyjynzgmqm

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Volume 2 extra- http://www.mediafire.com/?jklwgnud5un

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Destined to become a famous madame, a young woman experiences her sexual awakenings

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The Civil War & Sewing

 

Starting Monday, October 19th from 9:30 a.m. until 11 a.m., the Public Library of Enid & Garfield will be hosting a new kind of sewing circle.  At Aunt Bea’s Reading & Sewing Circle you can not only learn to hand quilt, but also get to know people while listening to a good book & doing something for others.  All you need is a thimble!

 

Aunt Bea’s will teach you the art of hand quilting while you’re read to from Shelby Foote’s Civil War narrative.  If you’re not able to make every Monday morning session, don’t worry; you already know how the war turns out.  Aunt Bea promises that long before the war is over, you will be a great hand quilter!  The quilt tops are donated & will be sold after completion with the proceeds going to the Library. 

 

If you don’t want to quilt, come and read to the group.  If you don’t know how to quilt, come and learn.  If you don’t want to quilt or read, come and listen!

 

For more information about this program, please call the Library at 234-6313, or visit us online: www.enid.org/library

The Holland Escorting Society

Most people instantly think about the Amsterdam red light areas when they talk about Holland’s adult world. But, the escorting world is booming too. Plus the choice of escorts in Holland is huge as the sex trade is a totally legal.

In Holland, the escorting world has been around for a long time and it has grown all the while. There’re literally thousands of escorts working in the industry so there is a lot of choice for buyers. Because of the size of the web, you are able to find a lot of Amsterdam escort services on the net. You are able to browse information about various ladies on these websites. Pics are typically published. Info usually includes details such as age, nationality, race plus any interests they may have. You have a search through their public profiles and then make the perfect choice that suits you. Unlike ringing an agency, you will get to see exactly what it is you are paying for!

It’s pretty evident that most people who visit will have a look around the Amsterdam red light district for a bit of fun. Certain people, however like a little bit more privacy and not just to pay for sex. These people are just the type of person the Holland escort world is for. Many people book an escort for some companionship while visiting Holland on business. This will suit them completely, because to any observers; it looks as if they are on a date. However, in the red light district there can be just one reason. Which can be very embarrassing for a lot people. Escorts then, can minimise any embarrassment.

It’s true that the bulk of Netherlands escort services are located in Amsterdam. Other Netherlands cities have some agencies offering the same services. There’re several agencies to select from in the city of Rotterdam. Not even a fraction as many compared to Amsterdam however. Other towns offering escort services include Nieuwegein, Anaheim, Lisse and Groningen. Many of which, are on the web for people to have a look. Profiles and pictures should be available for all.

The overall experience will be far better with an escort however the cost will be high in comparison to average prostitutes. A cheap prostitute in Amsterdam costs around €30-35, perhaps even less. If you are lucky, for 30 Euros you will get around 10-20 minutes. You are looking at about €200-300 for an escort per hour, sometimes even more. This might seem a lot of money for you but as with everything else, you get what you pay for. Holland escorts are among the utmost beautiful in the whole world. One justification for the price is the fact that many escorts are also professional glamour models. It is like buying brandy, you can get a bottle of supermarket own brand for around £9. They’re not bad. Or for £30-40 or more you can buy a Cognac such as Rémy Martin which is very very nice indeed. When compared, Rémy Martin is gorgeous in comparison to any low budget brandy.

In this article I have attempted to help you readers understand what the Holland escort world is about and who its for. It’s more expensive than buying the average prostitute but all in all it will be an amazing experience, plus you will get a much more intensive service. Who would not want to spend an evening with a beautiful model of their choice?

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Multi-dimensional Modeling of Human Sexuality Defined by Four Distinct Variables

Okay, so if you read my previous blog, you’ll know a couple things:

1)      I’m sexually confused boo

2)      I’m determined to create my own measurement(s) for sexual orientation partly because it’s kind of fun, partly to help figure myself out.  And partly because I’m bored.

Besides, it’s Sunday.  I’ll do my real homework tonight.  Or tomorrow.  Afternoon.  Evening.  Afternoon-evening-ish.  Maybe Tuesday.

But whatever.  The important thing is I did it!  The whole theoretical modeling.  The variables were operationally defined my me, so don’t go looking for them or anything silly like that.  I’m sure they’re not horribly unique, but it was therapeutic.  If you happen to know of something similar to what follows, I’d love to know.  Anyway, bear with me here:  the following is a bit…compact.

Multi-dimensional Modeling of Human Sexuality
Defined by Four Distinct Variables

Attraction:  desire not limited to physical/emotional; romantic/friendly; interpersonal; etc.

Intimacy:  defined by Emotional and Physical attraction.

Individual:  defined by Conceptual and Characteristic attraction.

Emotional:  attraction/intimacy determined by such ‘Feminine’ characteristics as defined in BSRI (as example of measurement).

Physical:  attraction/intimacy determined by biological response and arousal (chemical/brain activity, pupil dilation, reaction-time, dopamine/serotonin levels, heart rate, etc) based on physical features and visual stimuli.

Conceptual:  abstract (and superficial) attraction to images, ideas, and scenarios and/or attributes with lesser (but not insignificant) emphasis on compatibility, motive, behavior, and individual difference and lifestyle (illusory fantasy).

Characterization:  concrete (and conscious) attraction to attributes, compatibility, motive, behavior, and individual difference with lesser (but not insignificant) emphasis on imagery, ideas, and scenarios.

-         Not to be mistaken with desirable qualities/traits and personal significance of those qualities/traits alone; we all want and admire compatibility, certain behavior, etc.  Thus, characterization measures your attraction alone.

• Ex:  ‘Individual X is extremely attractive because s/he is quiet and shy.’

Multi-dimensional models

-         Simple Intimacy Model (2 variables)

• Emotional/Physical (Intimacy)
• Version 1:  Gender neutral
  • Important not to think of gender, period
  • Rated in terms of significance and meaning of variables to individual for potential partnership [as opposed to actual, concrete (cognitive) attraction]
• Version 2:  Gender-specific
  • Rated in terms of level of conscious attraction

-         Tri-dimensional Model (3 variables)

• Emotional/Physical/Characterization
• Rated in terms of significance and meaning
• Gender-specific or gender neutral

-         Individual Model (2 variables)

• Characterization/Conceptual
• Version 1:  Gender neutral
• Version 2:  Gender-specific
• Both measured in terms of occurrence/presence in thoughts

-         3-Step Model (4 variables)

• Emotional/Physical (Intimacy Model V.2)
• Characterization/Conceptual (Individual Model V.2)

Difference between ‘Individual’ and ‘Intimacy’ could be representative of individual importance and interpretation of the various modes and preference(s) of ‘attraction’ (See Figure, Intimacy-Individual Relatedness)

-         Potential intersects assumed (assigned numbers)

-         Distance equation

• √[(X2 – X1)² + (Y2 – Y1)²]

-         Regression (y = a + bx)

• Forecasting with respect to relationships, social interaction
• Nonlinear as well?

The following are the aforementioned models:

Simple Intimacy Model V.1

Simple Intimacy Model V.2

Tri-dimensional Model

Individual Model

Intimacy-Individual Relatedness

And now, we get to me.  Me, me, me.  So I used my own models as examples in accordance to how/what I am/feel/etc.  What do my models tell you about me?  I suppose you can just decide for yourself.  Tee.  Hee.

S.I. Model V.1

S.I. Model V.2

Tri-dimensional Model

Individual Model V.1

Individual Model V.2

Obviously, this could be potentially expanded upon (especially in terms of predictive modeling), but my homophobic father decided to spontaneously visit me while he’s in the area, so I must now encrypt my more ‘scandalous’ files and delete my Internet browser history and the like.  I’m quite serious.  He likes to ‘see my apartment’ and will then promptly proceed to use my computer.  Sometimes innocently.  Yet, other times, it’s rather obvious he’s looking for naughty things (lol) like oh—say—porn and whatnot. Little does he know…

In any case, I started messing around with these theoretical models/ideas about four hours ago, which means it’s now nearing 1230 hours and he’s a-comin’ at 1300.  Christies.  He’ll probably be late though.  Now I’m just laughing a bit to myself considering that I spent four hours creating and defining these models–it’s not like it’s for a class.  But it has strangely helped me with my own little ‘dilemma.’  Yes.  This is the new therapy for us confused people; screw aversion therapy, yeah!  Designing your own sexual-orientation-type model shall be the new pseudo-therapeutic trend…

And off I go!

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this is my complaining post about the photographer i had take pics of me and my son – I’d post her website but i don’t really want to encourage her to have business at all due to the poor practices I’ve experienced. I really hate liars.   hate.   despise.   loathe.   so…we got our pictures taken. via email communication we had agreed on a price $75, we had agreed on locations, we had agreed on time.  I had been told I would be given at least 50 shots and there would be picture taking for at least an hour. I would get those pictures, high quality so I could enlarge and do stuff, on a CD.   we meet. we take pictures. she starts saying things like “well we agreed to 40, right?” and no I didn’t then go NO YOU SAID 50 I just kinda mumbled…cause i hate when people lie. and i hate having to point out YOU ARE A BIG FAT LIAR. and maybe   maybe   I forgot. right?   I pay her. lesson never pay the whole thing at once. you know what’s bad I actually put 80 in cause I had that saved and didn’t take the time to get change. grr at me.   so she says ok it will take 3-6 weeks to get you a CD.  I’m hoping 3 weeks. there is some movement…pictures are posted on her facebook fast.  then a few more.  none on her website. finally 4 are posted. 4 when everyone else gets like 10-12.  I figure ok clearly she wants to focus on weddings and such so I’m bottom of totem pole.  9.12 I get an email saying they are posted on her website to browse and please send my address.  that’s a little over the 6 week mark.    but yay…I’m going to get them. I hurridly send my address. asking some questions about enhancements.    no response   I go to her website. there are free downloads. I download them. I get them printed. they suck. seriously. the pictures are fuzzy. any I tried to enlarge didn’t work. I can’t crop. great I’ve gotten a pack of sucky pictures. for 75 80 bucks. I hear nothing. watch the mail everyday. see her posting other people’s pictures. no response to my questions. no cd.   I email  yesterday 9.27 (so 14 days after the email asking for my address)  asking “where is my cd and will the quality be better when I get them?” I get an email that says “you should get it this week, please send an email with your address so I know I sent it to the right place” well you know what? I haven’t moved. I gave you one address. its still the same. I can’t imagine you have even sent them OR THEY WOULD BE HERE. you are only in texas and i’m in UTah. that’s like 5 states away. I send stuff across the country all the time and it doesn’t take a week. and why don’t you answer my questions? are these pictures going to be any better?   lessons: 1. don’t pay it all up front 2. hold people to their word, they agreed to X you get X 3. its not my job as the person being photographed to find spots or know if those spots allow photography 4. liars suck wait I already knew number 4 its just reiterated to me   as a beginning business person I think it would behoove you to be honest. if you didn’t mail it, you didn’t. ok say that. don’t say stupid things like “send your address so I can confirm its correct” or “you’ll get it this week” and stinkin’ apologize for not sending it! you know what’s the worst? I used to read her website. on there she posts about how all religious she is and stuff.   yeah well I’m thinking that whole DON’T LIE thing…should be right up there at the top of living your religion.   liars.   grrrrrr

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9.24.9 - Swallow

Now with Clint on Vacation until Wednesday, I can finally take a step back and look at the mess I’ve caused. The other night while closing with him, we began to argue about who was really responsible for starting this. All along I have blamed him, “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I tell him. He spun around to face me, a broad grin causing his lips to twitch just slightly, “excuse me? I remember looking up into those big doe-like eyes, ‘Can I give you a blow job?’ Yeah, it’s ALL my fault.” My jaw dropped and for several long seconds I was speechless. “No! You were putting me through the worst guilt trip for not having offered sooner!” We both bowed up, yelling at each other’s face, albeit playfully. We were both laughing but I knew it was understood between us that we both had an equal part in igniting this affair. But I hate that word: affair. To me that sounds more like two people secretly, passionately grappling each other in the shadows, sharing deep, meaningful kisses and lying in each other’s arms afterwards. That isn’t what this is. I’m still trying to figure out what this is. When he’s near I feel as if I’ve swallowed a dozen lightening bugs and their little heated bodies ricochet off my ribcage. I’m attracted to him only because he fits into a mold that I’ve created. He ain’t a cowboy, but I can easily close my eyes and imagine him in wranglers, a stetson, and a pair of ropers. His voice carries a hint of a drawl that makes my heart race. Although, I can just as easily be a star co-worker. I can tell he likes it when I pretend there is nothing happening between us. Like yesterday, I happened to notice he was wearing his jeans again. He most have remembered how I oogled him in his jeans the other day. Yesterday he was wearing boots, too. Not cowboy, but work boots. When I noticed them, and he just happened to be talking to me, I visibly shuddered and smiled that secret smile. I was so distracted I almost didn’t notice that he had stopped mid-sentence to grin and watch me, “You like my boots?” With a soft purr, “I like all of it…the jeans, the boots…” And at that time I noticed a customer waiting to be checked out and I rushed over to help them. Afterwards, Clint was standing beside me and asked me if I had seen the new schedule. Of course I noticed! I worked with Clint the day he returned from Vacation on Wednesday! Then I had Friday, Saturday and Sunday off! I was screaming with joy inside. With a casual nod I smiled and said, “Yeah! I have a three day weekend!” I almost dropped to my knees laughing when I noticed his look, but I couldn’t let him know how hungry I was for that Wednesday night. “Well…did you see the hours for Wednesday?” I giggled and nodded. He stepped closer to tell me all he was looking forward to doing to me on Wednesday. Before he left he turned to look at me, “hey!..Wednesday.” and with a leud grasp of his crotch, he left. I could hear his loud bellowing laugh as he walked away.

I’ve also decided that I’m going back out to Red River tonight, Friday. I’ve told Clint and he wants me to promise to be good and be safe. He told me he would call Saturday to find out what happened. I made a promise to myself and an agreement with Daisy, that I would be a good girl. No more trips to the parking lot. I’m NOT going to let Ed Hardy lure me off the dance floor. I’m just looking to dance with a few cowboys and behave myself…to an extent. I asked Daisy to behave Friday night and if she does I won’t try to hold her back Wednesday night with Clint.

what's important, and what really isn't

I needed an egg.

My husband and I were up at 9. I sat at the kitchen table reading “The Vegetarian Mother and Baby cookbook” and eating some toast while he set up his hockey pool online. We heard his dad’s truck outside and I began looking in my cookbook for today’s project while my husband brushed his teeth. 

“Oh shit,” I said. “I need an egg.” 

“Why don’t you walk down to the neighbor’s and get some?” he asked. 

“You know,” I said, “that is an excellent idea.”

So as my husband left to go to work on his grandparents’ deck with his dad, I grabbed some change and set out into the sunshine. As I was walking up the  driveway, little T called to me from the porch, asking if she could come along. As she ran back inside to ask her mom if she could come down the road with me to buy some eggs from the neighbor, I stuck my nose into the big house and invited Sister 3 to come with us.

The three of us set out to the neighbor’s house. He has a bunch of chickens and sells free-range eggs to people in the area. We walked arm-in-arm. 

We started talking about the Feast, and how Sister 1 is talking about bringing her boyfriend. We giggled about that a little bit, and I expressed interest in her being with someone who didn’t grow up in the church, so I could have someone to talk to about what it’s like, coming from outside the church and marrying into this family. I’m excited to meet him.

Sister 3 talked about how lame it is having no one her age to spend time with at the Feast. She’s almost 16, at that awkward in-between age where there are no girls to hang out with and if she so much as looks at a boy her brothers rip on her ferociously. 

“You can hang out with me,” I said. “Chances are I won’t want to be out partying very much.” We won’t have a ton of money anyway. 

“Whatever,” Sister 3 scoffed. “Except everyone is going to want to go out with you ’cause you’re pregnant and awesome.” Aww.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I think A and I are going to be left out of a lot of the young adult activities.”

“Why?” Sister 3 and little T both wanted to know.

I told them about the “party” mind-set, about how my husband and I go to bed between 7:30 and 8 every day, and I don’t have the energy to stay up any later because I get up 4-5 times a night to go to the bathroom. Sister 2 however, is finally out of her parents’ house, she can do whatever she wants, and the feast is going to be major party time. 

The neighbor didn’t have any eggs.

As we were walking back, Sister 3 clutched my arm tighter and said, “I love you. You’ve totally replaced Sister 1 as my big sister.”

My chin quivered. It sounded like a dig on Sister 1, but I think it’s just because Sister 3 probably misses Sister 1 the most out of all of us. 

I made a joke about how it was just because of all the yummy treats I’ve been bringing them – muffins, cookies, apple crumble, oat delights – but then Sister 3 said, “Well yeah, but also because I remember what it was like when you left.” 

Okay, heart-strings. Little T, Sister 3 and I all sniffled a little bit. None of us like to think about the day I packed up and moved back to AB. Are we closer for the space I put between us? 

I had my year of crazy. I had my party time, my time away from my parents. My husband and Brother C work hard every day. Because I’m pregnant, we’re happy to go to bed at 8, while Sister 2 wants to stay up and socialize, take advantage of her newly-acquired freedom. 

My point here is that as you get older, your priorities shift. You realize what’s important and what really isn’t. I know that probably sounds pompous coming from me; my husband and I are still so young. But even though we are only early-twenty-somethings, it’s more important for me to spend time with my husband turning in early and watching an episode or two of Smallville than staying up until all hours of the night drinking and socializing. You know? And I think it’s good for us to be on the same page as newlyweds (are we still newlyweds if it’s been half a year?), for us to both be learning what’s important, and for us to be spending this time together even just watching a stupid TV show. 

I feel closer to him and more in love than ever.

Review: Goddess of Spring

Goddess of Spring tells the story of Carolina Santoro, a 43 year old woman running a bakery. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she finds herself in the body of Greek Goddess Persephone, the Goddess of Spring and daughter of Demeter.

It turns out that Demeter has sent Persephone to the real world in an attempt to make her more mature. In Persephone’s stead, Lina must travel to the Underworld, realm of the dead, and make nice with the Ruler of the Underworld himself, Hades. He isn’t all blue flame and snarky wit, though (I do believe Disney has warped my take on Greek mythology a tad) Cast’s portrayal of Hades will have you swooning, and he’s probably the reason you’ll be buying this book. Goddess of Spring  is rich with references to the mythical underworld – the river Styx, Lethas, Dread steeds and lovable three-headed canine Cerberus all make their appearances throughout the book.

There’s not much action in this book; it’s more of a take on mythological romance than anything else. Those wishing for a more plot-oriented reading experience will have better luck with Cast’s House of Night series.

See also: Goddess of the Sea, Goddess of Light, Goddess of the Rose, Goddess of Love, Warrior Rising

Plot/originality: 3/5

Characters: 3/5

Writing style: 3.5/5

Total score: 9.5/15

Fox News Guided By The Hand Of Satan - Dividing America,Killing Health Care Reform, Supporting War And Torture Based On Lies

If fellow Christians were to stop for a moment and think about the events having taken place over the last 8 to 10 years, they could have the “blindness” removed and then help restore the love, compassion and peace taught, and instructed by Jesus Christ.

“…that OLD SERPENT, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceives the whole world…” (Rev. 12:9).

What is Satan’s purpose?  If we are to read scripture we know Satan works to divide, to create fear, hate, mistrust through lies and deceit.  Satan would be against those principals of Love, Compassion, Kindness, Selflessness, Mercy, Peace, Togetherness, Understanding, Peace, Family and all Moral behavior.

What does this have to do with FOX NEWS?  If you are blinded then you are not able to answer the question, but once you see the truth, you can move down the path of righteousness.

“Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leads to DESTRUCTION, and many there be which go in thereat” (Matt. 7:13).

Fox News is always bragging about how “MANY” follow and support their programing.  Who are the number one supporters and viewers of Fox News?  Absolutely correct, Christians!  Who would Satan most love to deceive and keep their souls from entering into Heaven?  Right again, Christians!!!  Satan would love nothing more than to lead God’s children down the broad path of destruction.

Are you still wonder what this has to do with Fox News?  Unfortunately “many” haven’t a clue or they wish to pretend they don’t know in hopes that they can fool God.  Yes, some actually believe by convincing themselves they don’t see the truth or by making excuses, they can justify it or even fool God.  You are fooling yourselves.

Let me help you to remove the blindness and see that Fox News is doing the work of Satan.

When Americans were attacked on 9/11, it was only the beginning of Satan’s plans.  He knew exactly what he was doing and how he could use Fox News to deceive and lie to the children of God.

What happened?  Do you remember or do you just want to pretend you did all the right things and were not deceived?

Fox News sold a war to the Children of God, to the Christians.  Fox News claiming to be on the side of Christian and Family Values, on the side of morals was able to deceive God’s children.

Exactly as Satan would have wanted, Fox News created used lies to create fear and hate which divided Americans.  Fox News supported and promoted the lies of WMD and ties to 9/11.  Lies, which are immoral and part of Satan’s bag of tricks.

Have you not yet been able to put the rest of it together?  Then Satan has done a wonderful job of bringing you to his side.  Let me continue.

Using those lies Fox News was able to fool most all of God’s Children (Us Christians) into supporting the war and attacking fellow Americans that would speak out against it….dividing us.  Oh, Satan is good at what he does, isn’t he?  Using Fox News, he managed to have Christian Americans agreeing to and supporting a war based on lies that resulted in the suffering, and death of more Americans.  Resulting in the suffering, murder, and even torture of innocent people (including children and mothers with child).

I can tell you that Satan rejoiced at what he managed to do through the POWER Media Giant Of Choice (FOX NEWS) Sending His Message To Christians.  Wow, what a sales job they performed.

What happened next?  Fox News managed to convince Christians to support all these immoral acts, including torture.  They made excuses for it all and then managed to get Christians to take up their cause.  Yes, Satan is that Good and scripture tells us he is very good at what he does.  You may not want to admit that he and his helper Fox News fooled you, but clearly they did.  You all did exactly what Jesus Christ wouldn’t have done, exactly what Jesus Christ wouldn’t have supported, exactly the opposite of what Jesus Christ taught and lived by example.

Do you still think you weren’t fooled?  Do you still think Fox News isn’t doing the work of Satan?  Then clearly he has blinded you to the very words of Christ.  So lets continue to expose the truth.

Fox News was so good at doing the work of Satan that they fooled their Party of Christian and Family Values to show such support for those evil and wicked acts that they RE-ELECTED Bush to continue those activities and excuse them.  Amazing, isn’t it.  Do you still think Fox News isn’t doing the work of Satan?  Do you honestly believe what they are doing is the work of Jesus Christ?  ”love your enemies, do unto others as you would have done onto yourself, judge not least ye be judged, thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not bear false witness, love, peace (to all mankind), compassion, mercy, etc.”

“And these are they by the way side, where the word is sown, but when they have heard, SATAN comes immediately, and takes away the word that was sown in the hearts” (Mark 4:15).

I am sorry to report but Fox News has been doing the work of Satan for several years now and what they do is CLEARLY not what Jesus would have supported.

Are you seeing the truth yet, has the blindness been removed that will allow you to repent and be healed?  If not, then let me give another example that is even more current.

Health Care Reform:

What is Fox News doing, again?  Dividing America by spreading lies and fear along with lots of hate and rage.  Again, EXACTLY what Satan would want, NOT JESUS.  These things are so blatantly obvious that no one can stand before Jesus Christ on Judgement day and attempt to make an excuse or pretend to not have realized it.  I have just explained it to you and even if I hadn’t, it should have been OBVIOUS.

Lets continue:

Health Care Reform can provide health care for over 45 million fellow Americans that have NO coverage.  People that are not currently covered could go to the doctor or take their family member to be treated for common illnesses or possible catch a life threatening sickness before it kills.  The fact that 45 million Americans could see a doctor has the potential of saving millions of lives by the fact that a newly contagious sickness could be caught early and controlled that might otherwise not have been treated because millions have no basic coverage.

Tell me, was Jesus about saving lives, about compassion, about love and understanding of the suffering of others?  Absolutely he was.  Was Satan for suffering of others?  Would Satan love to defeat a bill that could save lives and help others, a bill that shows compassion towards others?  Of course, Satan is against everything Jesus Christ stood for and Fox News is promoting the destruction of health care reform.

Are you starting to see how Fox News is doing the work of Satan?  If you think he is finished using them, you are wrong.

What about millions of Americans losing jobs?  They will lose health insurance.  What about those that can’t afford health care coverage to the extent it covers a large portion of their medical expenses.  Those people often lose their homes and life saving in an attempt to keep up with payment of these bills.

What about those that are denied coverage after paying for years?

Satan would love the sales job Fox News is promoting to God’s Children that claim to be witnesses for Christ.  Satan is a very happy being because he has millions of Christians….MILLIONS…doing exactly what he would do and the opposite of what Christ would do.  Yeah, he is that Good.

Are you still not believing that Fox News is doing the work of Satan?  Then have a discussion with Jesus Christ and tell him how your opposition to health care reform and a public option is showing support for what he taught, lived and died for.  Go ahead, make your excuses.

People are losing their homes, their families, their life savings and their lives because of the poor state of health care today.  Christians by the million have supported the spending of a Trillion Dollars for a war based on lies to kill and torture their “enemies” …not love them.  Fox News sold it and promoted it daily.  Fox News made it possible.

Fox News is currently spreading all kinds of lies about others in an attempt to deceive, create fear and hate that divides America.  Satan again loves this.  Fox News has managed to get Christian to a point where they will not spend a dime, let along a trillion dollars, to help others.  No mater what Jesus Christ taught.

Fox News, is obviously doing the work of Satan and I might say doing a very fine job.

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood [carnal enemies], but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places” (Eph. 6:12).

Christian All Over The USA Should Immediately Stop Supporting Fox News.  They should finally stand up for what Jesus Christ taught, lived and died for.  Christian need to stand up and start being a witness to Christ and not Satan.  We must stop supporting the hate and lies spread by Fox News to do the work of Satan.

living dead in dallas

well, finally i’m done!  i watched the first 2 episodes of true blood on tvshack and it got me all excited about the books again.  there’s more murder in this one which forces sookie to join in some erotic escapades later in the story.  is it me or does sookie find herself in the most sexually charged environments that have no business being there?  practically her whole town participates in sex parties?  come on, really?  the reason behind the murders in the first book was so much more believable.

luckily, sookie and co. do a stint in dallas when her “gift” is lent out to the head vampire there.  this was much more interesting since “the fellowship of the sun” is introduced causing shenanigans in the vampire community.  these extremists believe vampires should “meet the dawn” and burn since their very existence is sin.  anyway, sookie helps rescue a dallas vampire from the hands of the fellowship then returns to bon temps to solve the murder of her friend…blah blah blah.  it’s all pretty airy.  but sookie does refine her telepathic ability and is able to communicate with other telepaths.  sookie and bill break up then get back together something fierce.  oh, there is also a nice twist on who bill’s descendants are.  i guess i found book 2 interesting enough, but book 1 sat better with me.  i hear they get better so i’m sticking to it.  anyway, more fellowship of the sun please!  thanks.

tv notes:  i’m working on it.  i’ve watched approximately 2.5 episodes which rejuvenates my interest in the books.  so i need a little bit of this to want a little bit of that.

Hey Kids, Do Christians Follow Jesus Christ Or Satan? Christians Witness For Satan!

Let us ask ourselves what things Satan would support and what things he would be agains.  Lets ask ourselves about the character of Satan and we will find the answer, it is rather simple.

Would Satan support a war based on lies such as the war in Iraq?  Sure he would.  He would support it and he would likely be right there helping create the lies.

Would Satan support the murder and torture of others such as what was provided through the war created on lies?  Absolutely!!!! Satan would love a war being created based on lies and then to have murder, torture and suffering of 10’s of thousands of humans added to it?  Wow, Satan would think he won the lottery, right?  Of course.

What group of people created a war based on lies that allowed murder, torture and human suffering (including children, babies and mothers).  That is right, the group that calls themselves Christians.  Specifically, Republican Christians of the party of Christian and Family Values?

So far, we have shown evidence to prove that Christians followed Satan and instead of being a witness for Jesus Christ, they are a witness for Satan.

Let’s look at another example, shall we?

Would Satan be against millions of people having access to health care so they could suffer or even lose their homes in the process of getting medical care?  He sure would, it would make Satan very happy, we all know this, don’t we?  This is something that makes Christian Republicans very happy as well.  The would love nothing more than to stop a public option in health care reform as they wouldn’t want to spend a dime of tax money to help fellow Americans in need.  Just like Satan.  Notice, they didn’t have a problem spending over a trillion dollars for a war based on lies to torture and murder, but will not spend a dime on providing health care for those in need.  Obviously, this would make Satan very happy.

What if Satan could stop health care reform so that big insurance companies could take away coverage of those that are terminally ill?  Would he do it?  Of course he would.  He would love nothing more than to watch a terminally ill patient lose their insurance and be denied treatment.  Especially knowing that such action would cause the death and suffering of the patient.  Well kids, guess what?  Christian Republicans also want to stop health care reform, just like Satan would support.

Satan also realizes, like Christians, that there are over 45 millions Americans without health care and if they do get sick, many of them will lose their homes.  Satan doesn’t care about them losing their homes and will vote against a public option knowing this could and will happen.  Guess what?  Christian Republicans are voting just like Satan.

Kids, remember how your parents told you to “love your enemies”, show “love, peace, mercy, compassion” towards others?  Remember they told you to “do as Jesus would do” and “do unto others as you would do unto yourself”?

Guess what?  It was lie and they actually are demonstrating by example that you should do the opposite or in other words, like Satan would do.

What about another example?

Would Satan spread lies in an attempt to harm the president or his efforts to reform health care?  He sure would.  Just like the Christian Republicans he would call Obama names and accuse him of many negative things.  You have seen the signs that so many Christians are carrying in their protest…things like “death panels”, “Obama is not a citizen”, “Obama is a socialist, a communist, a muslim, a fascist, a marxist…etc”.   These lies and attempts of spreading hate are exactly what Satan would do.  However, it is the Christians that are doing it.  Hey kids, did you see some of the pictures these Christians are showing of our President?  Can you see the hate?  Can you see the racist pictures, hear the racist comments?  Would Satan do this?  Absolutely, he would and he would do it any chance he got.

So kids, what do you think?  Christians doing as Satan would do and then claiming to be a witness for Christ.  What a slap in the face of Jesus Christ.  Jesus died and suffered for them and they do exactly what Jesus was against.

Imagine kids, if their God is real they are surly going to have much to answer for on judgement day, aren’t they?  Imagine when Jesus asks them why they ignored his teachings and instead supported everything Satan would do?  Wow!

If this isn’t a reason to run of the Christian religion then I don’t know what is.  Apparently their Christ hasn’t taught them love, peace, mercy, understanding, compassion, do unto others as you would have done onto yourself, love your enemies, though shalt not kill.  Christians have ignored very last one of those words in the support for war based on lies and their passion to defeat health care while using racist names and lies to destroy a man that is attempting to do the right things for America and Americans.  Of course Obama has made some mistakes but we all do and we all should be forgiven.  Too bad Christians haven’t learned this lesson.

Hey kids, want to find another example?

Look at all the Christian Republicans that have been caught committing adultery or having sex with same gender partners?   They continue to be re-elected and supported by their fellow christians.  Would Satan support affairs or condemning others of doing wrong/evil while they themselves are doing exactly what they condemn?    He sure would, just like Christians that witness for Christ.

Did any of you notice the signs held by Christians that say “Bury Obama with Kennedy”?  Yeah kids, Satan would support exactly this but not Jesus.  So why are Christians so happy to follow Satan?  Is it the pure racist hate they have towards a liberal, black President that was elected in the American, Democratic process by the majority?

We must wonder why they are filled with so much hate because I was taught that those that have the spirit of Jesus wouldn’t act in such a manner.

Erotic Stories - Trip to China

I am working as General Manager (Imports) and have to travel almost every month. Our major imports are from China & we have been dealing with a Chinese company for last over 5 years.

My main contact person in that company is one lady, Molly Yu. Molly is an aggressive, no bullshit kind of business lady. I like her way of doing business. Straight forward, she says what she means. If she tells you something, you can be sure it will happen. Diligent, good at her job, and a delightful lady, I have enjoyed our relationship over past 5 years & apart from business associates we have become good friends.

Last December when my Director told me that I have to travel to China in last week I was not at all happy as it meant that I would not be able to spend the new year eve with my family. I tried my level best to depute some one else for the trip but my Director insisted that I would have to go.

On evening of December 29 I reached Shenzhen (bordering China) and checked in my usual hotel. On 30th as always Molly came to pick me up. I was delighted to see her & after exchanging pleasantries we moved to her office. On way to her office she told me that it happens to be her daughter’s birthday & she was having a small party with close friends & relatives. She wanted me to join her that evening. I accepted her invitation.

On arrival at office Molly gave me the plan for the meetings. I was supposed to have meeting in office on Dec 30 & 31st. On 01st & 02nd office was closed so my travel to plant was scheduled for Jan 03rd only. I was quite upset as it meant spending 2 days in hotel with nothing constructive to do. Molly understood my displeasure on wasting two days & suggested that I take this forced break to explore nearby of Shenzhen, which I could never do because of my tight schedule so far.

Her suggestion was quite ok but I told her to give me time to think over, as I was not sure if it would be right for me travel alone due to language problem.

I think Molly must have discussed with her Director about my two free days as over lunch the Director of the company suggested that I should utilize this forced 2 days holiday by visiting Juhai a nice spot near Maccau border. He insisted that he will take care of all the arrangements & I am going to enjoy my stay.

I thanked him for the offer & promised to confirm him the next day.

The meetings that day all went well, towards the end of the day Molly told me that she is leaving early so office car will drop me at hotel & she will have some one to pick me up for the dinner that night.

On my way to hotel I stopped at a nearby mall & picked up a gift for Molly’s daughter. By the time I reached back hotel it was only 7pm. I took a hot shower and took my time dressing myself, making sure I looked decent. I even made my hair look okay, which was a rare occasion for me. I checked my self in the mirror; I think I looked the best I had in a while.

As I was giving finishing touches to my hair the phone rang.

It was from front office. The girl over phone told me that a lady Miss Grace is waiting for me in Lobby & wants me to come down.

I asked her to request Miss Grace to wait for five minutes & I will join her soon.

I stepped into Lobby thinking how to spot Miss. Grace. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back, and I turned to find a nice-looking lady. She was tall, averagely built with a great smile, short light brown hair, and deep blue eyes.

I looked her in the eyes. “Hello,” I managed to stammer out. My voice trembled and I was shaking.

“You’re Mr. Srivastav, aren’t you?” she asked.

I then stuck out my hand to her. “Naveen Srivastav”.

She took my hand in his but didn’t shake it. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Srivastav. I’m Gracy, cousin of Molly.”

She looked to be in her thirties, had a full body, huge breasts and short hair. She was wearing maroon trousers tight to her ass and a party shirt, splendidly colored. Her large breasts firmly pushed against the low cut shirt and I could see just the hint of the soft white bust line.

“Shall we go? She said.

I was quickly brought back to my senses and responded to Grace. “Yes”.

Her car was parked at the porch itself. We climbed in car & she drove out.

Molly’s house was 45 minutes drive from my hotel & it was torture for me sitting next to Grace. I found it quite hard concentrating on the conversations we were having, not least because her English wasn’t good, but because I was transfixed on Grace.

Over the conversation I found that Grace loved India, Indian food & Indian people. She worked in a famous tour operator & was first cousin of Molly.

The presence of a beautiful woman sitting a foot away from me was having its effect and my erection was visible I was however trying to cover it.

We arrived at Molly’s house, the party was in full swing. Music was blaring, people were talking, dancing & the house looked noisy. Molly must have seen us entering as she immediately came to us. “Welcome to the party” she said & took me around & introduced to her Husband & daughter.

Her Husband, Chris was a fine gentleman & after exchanging pleasantries offered me drink. I accepted the offer.

Molly & Grace disappeared in the crowd & Chris took me around introducing me to his friends & relatives.

As we were moving around some one called Chris, excusing himself Chris went over to the person who had called him.

All were stranger to me so I found a sofa in corner of room & sat there. I was sipping my drink as the sofa jolted abruptly & someone sat next to me. I turned my head to find Grace sitting next to me.

“You look bored.” She said.

“No,” I smiled back.

“Tired” she said.

“No, you can’t stay tired when you’re talking to someone as beautiful as you.” I said.

“Really, Thank you.” She said & her smile grew.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked me.

“No thanks,” I replied. “I don’t dance very well.”

“Never mind,” she said, grabbing me by the hand. “You’ll enjoy it anyway.”

I was unwillingly dragged on to the dance floor, and she began to sway rhythmically. Before long I had picked up the tempo of the dance, and wasn’t doing that badly. Then, she began to move closer to me as the beat of the dance slowed down. This was not out of the ordinary, as the other couples were doing it too, but I really enjoyed it. Then, however, as the other couples remained close and dancing, she pressed herself right against me, her large breasts squashed against my chest. Closeness to Grace made my cock rise & as she pressed herself on me I was conscious that she might have felt my huge erection.

Just then the music stopped and she pulled me back to the sitting area.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked me, cocking her head slightly.

“Yes, I have to admit it. It was rather fun,” I answered.

“Let’s get a drink.” she suggested.

“Okay.”

I followed her to the bar as was feeling my erection arcing outward slightly. For the most part I angled myself behind her hiding it.

We poured drink each & she said “Let’s sit out here it’s more comfortable”.

I followed Grace, she placed my drink on the coffee table at one end of the sofa and I sat down nestled into the corner. Grace settled into the other corner of the sofa, drink in hand.

She took a sip, and then turned slightly in her seat and looking at me said, “I have to admit, it’s rare to meet a true gentleman nowadays. Do you always act so gallant?”

“Only when I am with a pretty girl,” I said, winning yet another of her laughs.

“Thanks, nice to hear that. So how much longer are you going to be in town?” she said.

“Well, I was supposed to stay for 4 days, but as Molly office is closed for two days so I may have to stay longer.”

“This means you will be in town on New Year eve”. “What are your plans for the big day?” she asked.

“I am not sure, Molly is suggesting that I travel to Juhai for two days but I am not sure as traveling alone in China is not a good idea here due to language problem”. I replied.

“Right, moreover Juhai is a place where you need good company” she said as she pulled out her cigarette pack offering me one.

I pulled out my lighter and lighting them both.

I wanted to tell her that I would love her to join me on the trip but I could not gather the courage & just then Molly joined us & said it was time to eat.

During dinner I tried to look for Grace but she was not in sight. Chris & Molly explained me the dishes & Chris was with me right through the dinner.

Dinner was soon over and as I walked back with Chris to the living room again, I saw Grace standing with Molly.

Molly thanked me for coming over & asked Grace to drop me back to hotel.

Taking turns we shook hands with all concerned and made our way to the exit. Molly and Chris invited me to come and spend a day with them, as they could not attend to me properly during this party.

Finally we headed towards the exit. Grace followed me, I sat with her at the front and she was on the wheel.

Grace, was driving fast, the deserted winding roads with sharp turns were very inviting. She was trying to show off how well she knew the roads, as she was maneuvering the curves and turns with deftness.

The effect of whisky made me wonder into a spin of thoughts starting with imaginations. I imagined Grace completely nude, no clothes at all. I also imagined making love to her. Wild thoughts kept flashing in my head & there was this thought of taking Grace with me to Juhai.

Breaking my thought process she said, “How do you think the party went”?

“I would say it was a great, I really enjoyed, but I have to admit, I am actually kind of sad to see it end now.”

“Oh? And why is that?” she asked.

“Because I finally met somebody here that seems worth knowing, and now I have to leave her.” I said.

Grace laughed and said “who is that?”

“You”. I replied.

Grace burst in laughter as she applied brakes & I found that we had arrived at hotel.

I remained seated & looked over at her, and even though it was dark, I could see the half smile on her face grow wider.

I was about to thank her for the lovely company she gave me but before I could say she said, “Are you not going to offer me a drink Naveen”.

I was taken by surprise. “Why not, let’s go to my room”. I responded.

Grace parked the car & we moved in hotel.

As we approached the elevator doors opened and an older couple exited. We were the only 2 to enter the elevator. The doors closed and she looked up at me, pushing the button for the 21st floor I leaned across Grace and kissed her, softly, then deeply. She pressed her body up against mine and just as things heated up, the elevator slowed. We quickly broke the kiss I and lead her to my room.

Once inside, I grabbed her and kiss her hard on lips.

She pushed me back and said, “No, I want to be in control.”

I was so aroused by that time & I tried to grab her again but she pushed me back.

“You can’t touch me, until I say.” she said firmly pushing me back to bed.

Pushing me to bed she rode me & started unbuttoning my shirt from the top on down to the bottom. When she reached the bottom of my shirt she spread it open so she could see my chest.

Grace moved her face right in the middle of my chest & softly kissing she moved over to my nipple. She started flicking it with her tongue and then got to work sucking it. I now started purring. This was really feeling good. Without warning though Grace bit down on the entire nipple and areola section. I inhaled sharply. The pain and pleasure really hit at the same time. Grace moved over to the other nipple and performed the same enjoyable act.

“My God Grace, this feels fantastic,” I told her as she worked my nipples over. I’m not sure she even heard me.

I never had someone work my nipples and areolas over like this. I had worked this way on women but never the other way around.

After a little while Grace started working her way down my chest and then stomach. She reached my belly button and started nibbling around the outside of the button. Needless to say my cock was pushing up through my trousers pushing into her breasts and upper chest telling her to pay attention to it. She didn’t, instead she went back up to my neck and started tonguing and nipping me very lightly.

I moved my hand to her breast but she took my hand and moved it back to the bed. “Let me enjoy for a while. There will be plenty of time, plenty of time.” She said as she lifted her head and gave me a very deep kiss with her tongue.

She then unbuckled my belt and unhooked my trousers. With one quick yank she pulled them off of me.

I looked at her and said “Grace I’ve got to get my hands on you.”

She laughed “You’ll get more than your hands on me. By the time we’re done you will know me very, very well.” she said gently pushing me back onto the bed.

She the slowly started unbuttoned her top, and slipped it off her shoulders, displaying her sizable breast encased in a black lace bra.

She had the flattest stomach I think I have ever seen, which only exaggerated the size of her firm chest.

She then unzipped her pants, and let it fall to the floor, and she stood there in just her lace lingerie and black panties.

My cock was rigid by this point.

“I’m glad to see that I’m having the desired effect” she smiled.

Grace then unclipped the clasp at the front of her bra, and for a moment held it in place, before peeling it off exposing her breasts in their glory.

She then turned around, and bent right over, sliding her panties down in the process.

Grace then moved back to bed & took my ankles and spread my legs wide apart on the bed, and knelt down on the edge of the bed in front of me.

“Your cock is going to feel sooooo much better!” she said sexily as she moved closer to me.

She was looking down, watching her breasts come closer and closer to me, and, then… I began to feel, just a little, her tit meat.

Using her hands, she spread her tits wide apart. Then, she motioned for me to start pumping. We both watched as I rolled my hips and my cock slid along her cleavage line. Higher and higher it slid until I felt her tongue swipe at the big tip. I groaned and she smiled.

Then, she slid the flat of her hands to the sides of her massive breasts and she moved her hands back. Slowly… very slowly… she began pushing at the sides and as I pumped, I watched, in awe, as her tits started moving closer to each other. I was sweating profusely at my excitement as they moved closer! Up… down! Up… down! Up…… down! over and over again as her tits were very close to the sides of my shaft.

Closer, closer, she brought them together! “UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!” I groaned, over and over. Watching those big, full, hot tits move, more and more, against my shaft! Then, with her fingers extended, she began to fold them around me, smiling sexily, as she did so! She got them around me, nipple-to-nipple!! I was gritting my teeth, and, howling like an animal as my shaft was completely encircled!

With each thrust upward, her mouth was right there, her lips open, to take in the large tip and gaping hole and she was able to give it a quick lick before receding back down through her tits! I pumped harder, and, she urged me on.

My cock… kicked… between her tits, and, I was so far up her body and then she sunk her mouth over the end of my cock. She hummed as her head moved up and down over my cock, and I was in heaven!

With her spare hand she kneaded my balls gently and I could feel myself getting close to the point of no return already.

She stopped sucking me for a second and smiled “enjoying” she whispered.

Her hand speeded up as she slid her mouth back over my cock. I gripped the duvet as I felt the sensations between my legs grow, and I quivered as I lost control, suddenly jolting as I came. Grace swallowed hard on my thick fluid, and I could feel her squeezing my cock as if to try and get every last drop.

As I relaxed, Grace folded her hand around my cock, saying, “You are still very hard, “how do you stay hard like that?

“Because I am with you,” I answered.

“Good… stay like that because there is a lot more we will do!” she added

“Grace… I want to deposit a load like the last one, inside you!”

“Oh God… yes!! Yes… ” She moved so that she was lying right beside me, and, on one elbow, I moved my head and kissed her! Very softly, at first, but then the intensity of our kisses increased. She whipped her tongue in my mouth, bit, lightly, my lip and then we were french-kissing, both of us eager to make our union a reality.

I moved my hand down over her big, humongous tits, rubbing the tit- flesh, and, pinching her nipples. As I gently kissed her face, her eyes, her nose, I felt her hand down at my crotch! She placed her hand on my cock and slowly, and carefully, she moved it against her slit, her juices spreading all over the tip. She moved it up and down, and, side to side, as she pulled on it, and, both of us gasped at the same time, when the huge tip spread her cuntal lips and slipped inside of her.

She pushed with her right hand to roll me over. I realized she wanted to be on top. I obliged her, rolling over onto my back, while still reigning kisses all over her face.

She lowered herself onto me, my cock easily disappearing into her pussy.

“Oh, God, Grace,” I gasped as I felt her pussy enveloping my cock.

“This is what I needed,” Grace said, riding up and down on my cock.

I reached up and grasped her tits, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples as Grace continued to ride up and down on my cock. After almost fifteen minutes, I groaned that I was about to cum. Quickly jumping off my cock, Grace eagerly swooped down on my cock, sucking it into her mouth, tasting her own juices smeared all over it as I began to dump yet another load of cum into her mouth. She sucked and sucked, swallowing all of my CUM and licking my cock clean before stopping…she had a wild and happy look on her face.

She took a shower and came back wrapped in a towel. I followed suit. When I washed and came out I saw her lying on the bed. She looked so sexy that despite my two ejaculations my cock started to rise. Quietly tiptoeing I pushed the towel aside and pushed her legs apart, which exposed her pussy.

Getting on the bed and trying not to wake her, I lowered my face to her pussy and stuck my nose and tongue into it, licking her and inhaling a big breath of her aroma. Almost immediately Grace groaned and her pussy began to flow, juices running into my eager sucking mouth.

I placed my tongue between her external folds and licked her up and down numerous times enjoying my first tastes of her sweet flavors. I looked up for a second, and beyond her gorgeous boobs, she had closed her eyes, thrown her head back and was purring more than moaning.

I was encouraged and licked her deeper stucking my tongue out to its maximum and started fucking her like it was an oral dick. She started humping my face moaning, “do it …do it, fuck me, lick me” as she started tentatively playing with her own tits.

I then placed one finger below my mouth and slowly let it be enveloped by her vaginal folds. Both my finger and tongue were moving in an alternate rhythm. Each time my tongue went in she moaned deeply, when I stuck my finger in, she whinnied higher. Both actions were dredging out of her some of the thickest, most edible cunt secretions I had ever experienced.

I wanted to spend a lot of time eating Grace’s pussy as it would take a while for my cock to get hard enough for the fucking that would follow.

After I had eaten all her delectable juices, my tongue started to probe between an inner and an outer pussy lip. I moved slowly in this sensitive spot because Grace was moaning more loudly in pleasure and her pussy was already humping into my face. My lips clamped down around her clit and my tongue started probing and flicking and caressing that adorable love button. After a minute of this her pussy was thrusting even more strongly against my face. After five minutes of this, her moans turned to howling “Oh, God, oh God, I’m cumming”. Telling me this was unnecessary because her back was arched so that her ass was off the bed, her thighs were clamped around my temples and her hands were on the back of my head, jamming my face tightly into her pussy. As she continued cumming, her ass bounced up and down on the bed while she thrust her pussy into my face and she was howling incoherently. My lips remained clamped around her clit and my tongue continued its tender, loving caressing.

As Grace climaxed, her arms slammed down on the bed beside her and her legs oscillated from side to side with my head still held tightly. She gasped “No more,” “Now you fuck me, please.”

I looked at her breasts rising and falling with each sexy breath. Her eyes wandered down to my cock, clearly ready for her. She leaned forward and took it in her hand, stroking it softly, rubbing the precum around the head.

I poised my cock at the entrance to her pussy, teasing her clit with the head of my dick.

“Stop teasing me and just stick that inside of me.” She whispered.

I did as I was told. She let out a little cry as I pushed my way in. First just the tip, slowly a little more & then just a little deeper. She placed her legs around my back to try and push me in deeper, but I was controlling the situation and pushing it in at my own speed.

I thrust forward and she lifted her hips toward me, crying out as I buried myself inside her. Her ankles locked behind my hips, and she urged me in deeper as I thrust into her, then pulled back until just the very tip of me was inside her, and slid into her again.

I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues sliding into each other’s mouths as I thrust myself into her and she pressed her hips up to meet me. We moaned into each other’s mouths, and I broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck, then back up, my breathing ragged in her ear. Her arms wrapped around me, gripping my back tight.

“Oh god yes,” she cried, arching her back up towards me, thrusting her hips up as I slid into her. Then that smile again, and she said, “I want to ride you. Let me ride you.”

I pulled out & lay on back as she climbed over me. She placed her hands on mine, leaning over, holding me down as she slid down my shaft, burying me inside her. She arched her back and moaned, and I reached up to suck on her nipples, but she pulled away a bit.

“Now I’m in charge a bit,” she smiled, and started working her hips back and forth on me, keeping me inside her. I thrust my hips up to meet her, and she gasped softly with each thrust, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh damn, it’s so good to have you inside me.”

I was moaning louder now, getting closer to cumming, struggling to control myself, and I think she sensed it.

Her movements grew even more intense, and she rode me hard and fast, bucking her hips and crying out louder and louder. She leaned down to kiss me, our tongues dancing together, and then she broke the kiss suddenly and I felt her tighten around my cock. I thrust deeper into her, as I exploded so hard within her, my back arched, feeling her thrust down hard onto me, my cock so deep inside her.

Grace collapsed on me, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly for a few moments, feeling her skin against mine, running my hands up and down her bareback. I slowly slid out of her, and we lay together there on the bed, not able to even speak, just breathing softly.

Grace drifted off to sleep curled up against me, and I soon followed.

Some hours later I woke up & glanced up at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. It was 6:30am in the morning.

Grace lay to my right, still sweetly asleep. My recollections and the sight of Grace’s gorgeous nakedness beside me made my cock harder. I reached over and tentatively fondled Grace’s beautiful breasts. She stirred in her sleep.

I bent over her and started licking her adorable nipples and she stirred more. As I started to lick harder, she opened her beautiful eyes, looked up at me, smiled and said “What time it is.”

“6:30″ I replied.

She reached her arms up to embrace me, and I lay atop her with my arms curled under hers and her arms hugging my back.

Our faces were close together so I kissed her lips nose and eyes.

She giggled and said, “I should go now.”

“We need to do a lot before you go.” “I have never had such a great experience. I hope we can do it again.” I replied.

“Are you going to Juhai today?” Grace asked looking direct in my eyes.

“Yes, if you are coming with me.” I answered.

“I would love to come with you, but need to check with my room mate as we have a program for the night”.

I held her hands above her head & running my tongue along her nipple bit it.

“Oh, Nvabeev,” she said with a smile, “I love when you suck on my nipple, bite them.”

“I love your nipples in my mouth,” I said, as I brushed my lips over her left nipple and felt it start to grow harder.

She moaned as I sucked on her nipple slowly, and then circled her taut nipple softly with my tongue, then flicked my tongue over her nipple, barely touching it, my tongue snapping up and down quick and light. She gasped, then moaned louder, and I touched my teeth to her hard nipple, biting so lightly, then closing my lips and sucking, tugging on her nipple with my teeth and lips, insistently.

Her nipple was hard in my mouth, like a pebble, and I stroked it with my wet lips. She moaned and seemed to go weak — her hands stopped holding mine, and her arms buckled a little.

She loved it as her chest turned red with the heat of the passion and I can see her starting to breathe hard, I could feel it.

As I continued to pleasure her boobs she pushed me up & whispered, “Can you eat me now”.

I smiled back. Leaving her nipples slipped down spending some time at her belly button & then settled between her legs deep into her pussy.

Grace’s breath became shorter as I touched my tongue to her clitoris. I reached into her pussy as far as I could with my tongue using it to fuck her. For a while I kept it flat dragging it against her clitoris as I pushed it in and pulled it back out listening for they sounds of her approaching orgasm. I used the tip of my tongue in a circular motion flipping her clitoris back and forth. She had one leg over my shoulder and her hand resting on the back of my head just gently encouraging me forward.

As her orgasm started she put her other leg over my shoulder and pulled me more tightly against her pussy and it was more difficult to move my tongue. It was jammed tightly against her clitoris. Her breath became shorter and shorter. When her orgasm really hit, the sound she made was like something hit her in the stomach – sort of “Ughhhh.” She held me tightly against her with both hands and legs as her hips bucked against my tongue.

As she gradually came down her breath returned to normal and she released me from the grip of her legs pulled me up for a kiss or several of them really.

Between kisses she touched my raging hard-on with one hand and said, “let’s do something about this”.

She pushed me to side & as I lay on my back, she got on top of me with her body at a right angle to mine and slid my cock just inside her pussy and rotated her hips to apply pressure to her clitoris. The pleasure was so intense to both of us that she quickly slid down on me. Her pussy was still very wet from my mouth.

I held her hip with one hand and used the other to play with her breasts by gently massaging her nipples rubbing the palm of my hand in a circular motion over first one breast and then the other. Grace’s eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face.

She pulled her hips back just an inch or two then slammed herself forward completely impaling herself on my very hard dick. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick. She lay down with her nipples boring into my chest and her mouth right alongside my ear. Her breath came in short bursts. As she straightened her legs so as to lie more comfortably on me, her hips sort of moved and changed the angle of my dick inside her and this movement brought her to the edge of extreme orgasmic pleasure. “Ohhhhh Nabeen, fuck me,” she groaned into my ear as her pussy clutched and released. “Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh,” she said over and over as she surged up and down pulling back then slamming forward keeping my dick pressed against her clitoris.

I held back as long as I could then my dick just exploded inside her as I heard her murmur “I love you, I love you”. Her pussy was wet as I had my cock in hot butter. Her juices mingled with mine and she kept moving in and out until she was completely spent and collapsed on me..

After a few moments she looked into my eyes and said, “You know I had one of the most satisfying sexual night of my life, you have opened new sexual horizons for me, that was amazing, now I cant allow you to go alone”

I smiled & knew I was going to have a wonderful even though forced holiday at hand.