Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Woman flashes vagina on So You Think You Can Dance.

A contestant on So You Think You Can Dance ( USA) decided to bust out a new dance move called ” watch-me-flash-my-bagina”.

American television has sunk to new outstanding levels of lowness with this one folks. The media here in South Africa has been bold of late, what with the liberal use of the f-word and even the c-word [ask Seth at 2oceansvibe..he's on it] , but i doubt throwing around some poon is gonna make it onto SABC. Mind you , i dont think they need the  attention  after that Survivor China sh*tstorm [here]

This woman on SYTYCD was so overwhelmed by the judges comments that she fell on the floor and said thank you with her vagina. Respect. I watched the video( since been removed from youtube) and i’m blind as i write this..im using my spare braille keyboard.

If you really,really wanna see ( yes Ryan..i know you want to) then head on over to The Huffington Post.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

London Eye

My first time with a British guy in the London Eye in London, England.

It all started out so innocently. I was in London for summer break. It was my three best friends and I. We were all 18, bored, and wanting fun. So on the first day they decided they wanted to go site seeing, but of course being the lazy bum I am, decided to stay in the hotel. So at about 11 am London time, I headed downstairs too see what British people eat for breakfast. Tea, bagels, cereal; typical stuff; except for the tea. I was wearing my ultra short jean shorts, a tight white tank top, and black converse sneakers. (hey I was 18). So I’m looking around, and I noticed this INCREDIBLY gorgeous guy staring at me. I mean GORGEOUS. He was about 6′1, VERY well built, with light brown hair, and piercing blue/green eyes. My hair is a little bit longer than the tips of my breasts, and I was glad. I’m a size 32C, and I wasn’t used to being checked out, other than by my boyfriend whom I just broke up with. I saw him walking over to me, and I quickly turned the opposite way. I felt a sudden hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and there he was. Our eyes melted into each others, and he said in the most adorable accent ever “Um, hi I couldn’t help but notice you over here. Are you by yourself?” I replied “Um, no. Wait, actually I am.” He smiled and said “Good. I’m Mark Goodman.” I smiled back and said “I’m Marissa.” “Would you like me to show you around London Ms. Marissa?” I totally blushed at that. “Sure.” I said giggling. “You can call me Marissa.” He took my hand and kissed it gently. Then he looked in my eyes and said “Of course.”

We went everywhere that day. He took me to Harrods, to lunch at a small restaurant, and on a boat on some lake. On the boat we were talking. He was 20 years old, and was single. I told him I had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and he told me his girlfriend cheated on him several times. I looked at him and said “I’d never do that to you if I was your girlfriend.” He looked back at me with his soft eyes and said “I know.” With his finger he lifted my chin and slowly started to kiss me. We just were sitting there kissing, until he pulled away. I put my hand around his neck and he put his hand on my hip and we started to get into this makeout like session; just not too extreme. When we finally pulled away, he wrapped his arm around me and I placed my head in his shoulder. When we got out of the boat, he asked me if I wanted to go to the London Eye. I just kissed him and said “That’s my answer.”

He smiled and we went on our way. After about 30 mins in line, we got in our cart thing. (Haha) We very slowly made our way up the Eye, me in his lap kissing him and him rubbing my thigh that time. (Remember my short shorts.) I was getting horny, and I let a slight moan slip my lips. We pulled away and in a husky voice he said “You like that baby, you like me rubbing you like that.” I kissed him a yes, and he started nibbling and kissing my neck. After 5 minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up facing him who was sitting down, and pressed my stomach against his face while hugging the back of his neck. He pulled my shirt up, planting little soft kisses all around my flat stomach. I moaned, and he looked up and laughed. He flung my shirt off and I was just in my bra and short shorts. He stood up, towering above me looking down at my cleavage. I pointed at it saying “Hmm baby you like this?” He nodded hungrily still looking at it. He dug his face in it, but didn’t do much. After about a minute, I felt his tongue start licking my cleavage. This guy worked wonders. After about 4 minutes, he pulled my bra off, and started sucking on my nipples, and took my whole breast in his mouth, devouring it like a hungry lion.

I took my shorts off, leaving me in my thong. He licked his way down there and gave my thighs a complete tongue bath. I definitely couldn’t take it anymore. So he got rid of my thong and stared at my glistening wet, shaved pussy. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping down. He slowly started licking up and down my slit, avoiding my pleasure bump. He tongue fucked me, and I just moaned in pleasure. He made his way to my clit, and started to suck the hell out of it. By this time I was humping his mouth and gyrating my hips in all sorts of motions. Then he did the most erotic thing ever; he took his nose and started wiggling it in my pussy. The thought of that made me cum immediately. This motion sent immense shock waves of everlasting pleasure throughout my body. I just held his face to my pussy, him doing occasionally licks up and down it.

I got up, and he had this huge smile on his face. I smiled back and said “What happened?”, and he said “Oh nothing”, then bent down and kissed me. I could taste my salty/sweet juices on his mouth and tongue. He was fingering me while we kissed. I bent down, zipped his jeans down, and pulled his underwear down exposing his rock hard cock. It flung up in the air like a rocket. I smiled at him, and I took his member deep in my mouth. I licked his shaft up and down, sucking on it and occasionally sucking his balls too. His pre-cum filled most of my mouth up, and it taste delicious. Usually I will NEVER swallow cum or pre-cum, but this was so different. I worked it up and down doing everything possibly could to it. I got it between my breasts and he fucked them. Then he said in a stutter “B-b-babe, I-I’m about t-to cum!!!!!!!!!!!!” He shot his load in my face and it lasted about 10 seconds. I took my finger and wiped my face with it and sucked it all off. Then I grabbed his now again rock hard cock, and finished it off. It was still pointing to the sky when I was done. I sat back down and bit my lip. I took my pointer finger and told him to come. He took a condom out of his jean pocket which was on the floor, and slipped it on. He swirled the tip of his dick around my pussy, teasing my most extremely that I came right there. He smiled, then made his way in. The heat of his cock inside of me turned me on like never before. I threw my head back as he started to thrust in and out, in and out. After a while, he started to fuck harder and harder. I started to moan louder than before. “M-Mark dont stoppppppppp!!!!!!” He was going about 30 mph when I reached my climax, I had 30 orgasms in that one sitting. He kept fucking me harder, and harder, till he slowed his pace down. “Oh.. Marissa I’m about to cum!!!”

I yelled “Take your condom off and go back inside of me. I want to feel you so badly; don’t worry I’m on the pill.”

He whipped his cock out, flung off the condon and started fucking me again. A minute later I heard him groan and his hot and creamy cum filled my pussy. He collapsed next to me, as he started to kiss me. He took his finger and started to finger me again, I tried to make him stop because I was very sore from my orgasms, but he didn’t. Eventually I had the most explosive orgasm EVER right there. He took me on top of him and started to stroke my back. He whispered that he loved me when he first saw me, and I slowly kissed him. We got back dressed, and when we were coming back down on the London Eye, I sat on him again, only to realize he was still hard. I smiled, and zipped his zipper down and out popped his cock. I sucked it really fast until he came in my mouth 5 minutes before we reached the bottom. I sat back on top of him and he rubbed me through my jeans, and I had yet another orgasm. We still keep in touch to this day, recalling on our wild adventure in the London Eye. After we got off, we smiled, only to go back in my hotel room for another round.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Kelly Brook Gets Naked for Ralph Lauren

Oh look, it’s Kelly Brook naked in some lingerie photos for Ralph Lauren. I don’t really see how being naked, just holding flowers would be an effective way of selling clothes, even lingerie, but I’m not really going to question te marketing guys on this one. They’ve got fancy degrees and big salaries, so if they say that Kelly Brook must be naked in order to sell their product, then they must be right.

Of course, if you were to ask me, they’d probably sell more if you could see Kelly Brook’s nipples.

Friday, September 25, 2009

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Lesson #7 - Be Adaptable

When looking for a lesson, I often look to my favorite Alex Dealer (who is always listed as my Source), http://skarsgardnews.tk/. Their first post from today was regarding an MTV article about the casting of Captain America. In the article MTV of course named HotAlex. In doing so they said:

If we’re already forgiving the Canadian-born Fillion, then we have to at least ponder the possibility of Alexander Skarsgård. The Swedish actor has achieved a cult following for his role as Eric Northman on “True Blood,” but it’s his performance as an American soldier in “Generation Kill” that solidifies his ability to play Steve Rogers.

Furthermore, the actor is already on Marvel’s radar due to his near miss with “Thor.” Maybe the Marvel Studios bigwigs thought him better suited for a shield than a hammer. Judging by his physique, his fan base, his acting ability and his past experience with Marvel, I think Skarsgård has a better chance of becoming Captain America than some might give him credit for.

This got your teacher thinking of course about seeing HotAlex in tights how versatile HotAlex really is. 

Am I Thor? Yes, yes I am, indeed.

Not only has HotAlex been suggested to play comic heros like Thor, but despite his swedish ancestry, he has at least been discussed for taking the pen-ultimate patriotic role of Captain America.

It doesn’t stop there….HotAlex has played a diverse amount of roles with clothes both on and off. Let’s look at them, shall we?

There’s one of my favs, as well as the favorite of many –> HotEric from TrueBlood.   Who else pulls off light and mysterious with dark and brooding better than our HotAlex? No one.

Yes this is my favorite HotEric pic. Don't be surprised if you see the shower gif again too.

Then there’s my very first HotAlex love, Sgt. Colbert in Generation Kill.  The change in hair length alone displays this man’s adaptability.

Source: Well you can read the pic.

 More adaptability after the jump.

Did you steal my puppy?

But before these two Hollywood Roles, HotAlex did a variety of other things.

There’s the sweet little Alex pic, that I have no idea where it came from…but I am thinking may be our future child from the movie, Hunden som log. (I have no idea what movie this is from, and merely guessed, but if I am right, someone please tell me) I tell ya, the dichotomy between that sadness of little boy Alex, versus the brooding sexyness of HotEric,….amazing. Yes, I realize he grew up quite a bit between the two pictures, but still, adatability…it shows. Still not believing me…

The ultimate example of this man’s adaptability, of course is shown in one of his first USA, Hollywood movies, Zoolander.

AAGHHH!!!

 

Oh, Alex…thank God this pic is smaller. It frightens me a bit. But again, it shows your adaptability.

Finally, the most promising display of adaptability of HotAlex, is of course his comfort ability in being nakkid. Well, you know how your fond teacher most likes to display HotAlex’s sexy dripping wet bod naked adaptability…. Yup, you’ve guessed it.

Can’t help myself, ever….

PS  Pretend that I wrapped up this lesson in a thoughtful way, if you are still reading this. Yes, HotAlex is Adaptable, yes he is!

Pic Sources: Source, Source, & Source

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Thumbing a Ride

As soon as I climb into the car I fold my dark poncho and close my azure blue eyes against it and the locked door. She speaks a few guarded words, the air from the vent ruffling her skirt an inch above her knees. With my left hand I slide out the knife, unfold it under my arm and wait for her to grow silent. You are in horror. So you wish to understand? Take the page this is written on, hold it up, the edge dry and tight, slide it quickly across your tongue and taste between your lips the road unfolding from my dreams.

sweet dreams are made of these

the first place we checked out was a place that opened about a couple of weeks ago. we walked down a spiral of steps with mirrors left, right and centre.  i felt like i was in some ‘alice in wonderland‘ maze thing hoping i wouldn’t get lost! it was such a struggle to find where i was going and  it was tripping me out seeing reflection’s of myself wherever i looked! it also didn’t help that i was slightly tipsy.

we walked in and it was a fairly small place.  people were looking at us; whether it was because we were a couple or maybe because i sported a short skirt and that my boobs were WAY bigger than the stripper that was up on stage…i’ll never know. 

the girl on stage wasn’t too bad and she was rubbing herself up and down the pole as we took a seat at the very front of the stage. the boy leant in to whisper in my ear,

“you’re body is way better than hers…and so are your tits..“

this was something he liked to do, and he did it a few more time throughout the night and even reminded me of it the next day.

i noticed that stripper’s tend to hold back for some reason when i’m there with my bf, maybe because they think i’m there to keep an eye on him.  but the truth is, i was the one that brought him there! if they only knew…

i looked around and saw how the girls worked their magic…flirting and giving them slight lil touches on the shoulder and giggling..then taking them in for a private lapdance. an instant $50 for 2mins work…you gotta love the way stripper’s have it GOING ON! 

we didn’t stay for long even though the music was good and the place was nice, the girls and the crowd just weren’t doing it for us. they were all amateur girls starting off their stripping career and we wanted something more than just a girl rubbing herself up against a pole. at first i was reluctant to leave because the girl that was up on stage was trying to flirt with me and i didn’t wana be rude and leave. but i had no choice when the boy stood up, i had to follow his lead to the next club he had in mind…

 

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Magic Eraser

You ask me if I love you, then you suck the lips off my face and chew on the delicacy of their maroon creases. ‘Body Shop’ lipstick, no. 12; The taste of compact slabs of cherry. This cheap adolescent disguise has giuded you through all you realizations.   You left it on the edge of plastic vodka glasses and blood smeared mirrors, on the foreskins of other men and finally on all your clichéd perfume soaked letters. Now it is in my mouth, my throat, my stomach. I have swallowed all those fermented mistakes.

 

The ones you danced into blind fumbling for an urgent exit in faded mini-skirts and tobacco coated pockets. All of the Roberts, Todds, Bryans, Scotts, Jasons, Davids… (and all the others your high tech brain has crashed out and deleted) Have all left open wounds in your soul gauged by the hollow fonts of your eyes.

 

But as I savor the many varied tastes of your existence, I can feel my insides frantically stitching and nursing your pubescent cuts and bruises, healing in seconds no lipstick stains in sight.

 

The answer to your question is “Yes, yes, I love you” Your soft mechanical hands, that at night soften like chocolate in the sunlight and melt into my thighs. Your beautiful tortured eyes, your laughter and the way you inhale your marlboro.

 

You swirl out of my anesthetic you turn the lens til your eyes are in focus and me, I’ve become your surgeon. The operation…your early womanhood successfully removed.   You are a blank canvas, a cut jotter pad. I’ll re-write all over you I’ll scrawl my name with razor sharp arms your eyelashes bulging with years of mascara I’ll practice my handwriting on your mound of Venus and the folds of your labia; Magenta pink and bald.

 

You are my Frankenstein You’ll get top marks for the oral stage, the anal stage and all the other stages you no longer care to remember Because we hit the friendship stage once before…before time seperated us

 

With you, I’ll grow old and withered and our tree roots will be dangerously entwined with time we will become soil once again and make love amongst the worms “Yes” will always be my answer I will always be your host, your empty vessel; A place for you to store your memeories and tears.

Monday, September 21, 2009

The scandal of the scandalous scandal...

The 45th attempt yielded a pineapple that could recite at least thirteen words from the 1985 Austin Maestro Vanden Plas service schedule pamphlet.  If it hadn’t made such a terrifying guttural sound whilst attempting “asymmetrically split rear seat” I may have witnessed a new record for pineapple-kind.  But it did.  And I had to run away… screaming.  But when I pluck up the courage to abseil back into the pineapple caverns in ward 15b of the asylum, sohelpmegod, I’ll commence attempt 46.  And I shall wear my magnetic socks for the utmost chance of luck.

Nobody believed me when I told them of my experiments with this most flavoursome of all fruits.  They all laughed during my detailed lectures on pineapple magno-linguistics.  “Impossible”, they decried.  “Splendid”, said others whilst openly mocking a bowl containing pineapple number 42 that I’d generously distributed as evidence of my scientific greatness. 

Maybe if they’d have seen pineapple number 37.  Now that was a pineapple with real promise.  The timbre of its voice, the thrill of the way it pronounced “rear axle grease”.  I loved that pineapple – almost more than life itself.  But when it suggested through a series of intricate mime gestures that it didn’t like reading from my collection of Austin Maestro literature, my anger just swelled.  Such betrayal.  Betrayal that no other pineapple had ever made me feel before.  Betrayal that could only be countered with a swift drop-kick into the kitchens of the Mumbai Express curry house next door. 

Ha!

So whilst the, admittedly completely insane, inhabitants of the asylum ridiculed my fruitful scientific prowess, the world must surely need to learn of my discoveries.  After a quick motivational recital from the Maestro City X cassette radio instruction manual, I was ready to make my debut onto the scientific world’s stage.  Not that I knew where this stage was.  Or what it looked like, in fact.  I didn’t even know if the stage was one of those creaky old wooden ones, or one of those metal-tubed labyrinths that harbour a void for midgets to inhabit during Andrew Lloyd-Webber musicals.  My complete lack of knowledge on the matter took me from a fluorescent wave of joy to a flea-ridden flea pit of despair.  I needed a new plan.

That’s when I overheard Matron talking about a mysterious scandal in 1963 – and how it grabbed the headlines of every newspaper in the universe for decades.  I knew I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.  I listened intently for hours.  For so long in fact that I forgot to take my yellow pills and had to de-scale my eyelids.  If I could recreate even a fraction of this scandal’s intrigue, the world would surely come knocking at my door to hear of what wonderful wonders my experiments have given birth to.  If they think my talking pineapples are spectacular, just imagine their delight when they hear of what I’ve achieved with the parsnips.

And so, this is how I came to be astride my naughty chair, wearing nothing but my lucky magnetic socks.  Socks that are just a bit to magnetic for my liking, actually, since I can’t seem to stop the damn thing following me around.

So world…. I’m ready. 

Bring on the scandal.  Let me tell you of my pineapples.  Marvel at their Austin Maestro knowledge.

Marvel indeed.

 

Yup.

Cheryl Cole on Going Nude

Sorry to be the barrier of bad news for all you fellas, but Girls Aloud hottie Cheryl Cole will “never” go nude for a photo shoot and slams other stars that do.

She said: “There’s nothing tasteful about some fruit covering your bits! Sometimes a beautiful dress is much more sexy than underwear. Have some class.”

Cole, who was voted top 10 in the FHM 100 Sexiest 2009 list, also admits that she isn’t anti plastic surgery but would rather not go under the knife just yet.

She added, “I’ve got nothing against it. If someone hasn’t got boobs and having them done is going to make them a happier, more confident person, then go for it.

“I wouldn’t deny it if I had plastic surgery. I wouldn’t just come out with bog boobs and say, ‘No, I haven’t had an operation!’ I think imperfections are sexy anyway, I honestly do. If everyone looked perfect with a perfect face and perfect boobs, it wouldn’t be sexy as it’s not real life.”

Whatever Cheryl is doing seems to be working. That girl is so gorgeous, she’s as close to perfect as it’s going to get!

Source

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Guy thinking and sharing their views

Girls Need To Realize: WRITTEN BY A GUY

We guys don’t care if you talk to other guys.
We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys.
But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there.

We don’t care if a guy calls>OR TEXTS< you,
but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.

Nothing is that important at 2 a.m.

That it can't wait till the morning.

Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/
cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.

Don't tell us we're wrong.

We'll stop trying to convince you.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.

Yeah, you can quote me.

Don't be mad when we hold the door open.

Take Advantage of the mood im in.

Let us pay for you!
dont 'feel bad'
We enjoy doing it.
It's expected
Smile and say 'thank you.

Kiss us when no one's watching.

If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.

You don't have to get dressed up for us.

If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to
wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

We like you for who you are and not what you are.
Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's.
or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up.

Don't take everything we say seriously.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown,
Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.

It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.

Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'
i'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me
with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy' or whatever else you can think of.

On the other hand im not sayin i woulndnt like it ether ; )

Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change!!!!!

Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population
and find someone who will treat you with utter respect
Someone who will honor your morals.

Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.
Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes….and say 'i love you' ..and actually mean it.

Give the nice guys a chance
Guys repost this if you agree.
Girls repost this if you think it's cute.
Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this,
so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this.

ADVICE:

*Holding Hands
Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of
times.

*Movies
Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder
Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.

*Loving each other
Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her
too… And mean it.

*Laying below the stars
Girls: When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat
Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.

By 12 am tonight, your one true love will realize how much they want you.. if you forward this on.

Guys forward this if you agree, girls forward this if you think it's cute.

Forward this on to everyone on your contacts list,
, Girls, repost this as: Written by a guy ♥
Boys, repost this as: Girls need to realize.. ♥

LINCOLN SAYS UNCOOL pre-ripped clothes

Tad’s school recently invited me to come in and give a speech to the student body about the values of honesty. Mary Todd, who had just finished watching a segment of Dr. Phil about how married couples should try spending absolutely all of their time together, read this personal invitation over my shoulder, as she often does, and insisted that she come along as well. Even though she isn’t known as Honest Mary Todd and if I could be quite honest Abe about it, probably wasn’t going to add much to the presentation, I allowed her to accompany me to Tad’s school.

She then rolled around on the floor and sang “Rocket Man” in a continuous loop for forty-five minutes because, if I could be honest Abe about it again, Mary Todd is crazy.

Perhaps this is what she was envisioning?

Because we were going to be giving a presentation to a group of Tad’s classmates, Mary Todd felt she needed to appear as cool as possible in order to impress our son. After much internal deliberation, she decided that wearing pre-ripped clothes would be the coolest thing she could do.

Mary Todd- “Pre-ripped clothes are what all the kids are into now, right?”

Myself-  “No. Don’t do it.”

Mary Todd- “Oh you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Then Mary Todd jumped through the window yelling “No whammies!” and landed in the deep end of our neighbor’s swimming pool. I would have been worried, but this is pretty routine for her.

Also pretty routine for Mary Todd

We arrived at Tad’s school a few weeks later so that I could give my presentation on honesty. I wore my “casual but formal” attire (button up with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, and a tie without the top button buttoned) and Mary Todd, not having changed her mind, wore jeans and a tank top that were both severely previously ripped.

The way the stage was set up, I gave my speech standing near the front while Mary Todd worked the slide projector (Powerpoint wasn’t invented until the Spring of 2006. Computers weren’t even invented until the Fall of 2006!) standing behind me. As I get deeply emotionally invested into my speeches, and this speech to a congregation of my son’s school mates was no exception, I knew there would be no way for me to keep an eye on Mary Todd during the presentation. Although this worried me as she has a history with these sorts of things,* I realized there would be no other option at this point and therefore began the presentation.

The speech seemed to go pretty well. I believe I hammered the points to metaphorical home that I wished to be hammered to metaphorical home. Such as a list of de-untruthed, untrue facts that people have not been honest in perpetrating about me. Such as;

-I was not born in a log cabin. This was a lie created by the government to help the Canadians sell more maple syrup. The reasons for this are unknown, but I have my theory.**

-I am not freakishly tall. I am more of an above-average, or, attractive height.

-My beard wasn’t really that long.

When I had finally uttered the last words of my carefully crafted speech, I became aware of my surroundings and looked across the audience. Instead of the captivation or at least the mild interest I was hoping for, it appeared that most of the audience was either rolling in fits of laughter or holding a look of utter shock and disgust. Although, looking back I truly wish that this response was directed towards me, the general direction of the group’s attention seemed to be behind me, focused on Mary Todd.

The pre-ripped clothes that Mary Todd had come in were almost completely gone, with only a few threads still clinging to her body. The already and purposely un-seamed threads had unraveled throughout the show all by themselves, and now Mary Todd stood practically in the nude under glaring lights in front of an audience of our son’s classmates.

And so, knowing that we had greatly embarrassed our son, we shamefully walked off the stage while burying our heads (in shame!) and drove home in silence.

Later that night, I asked Mary Todd why she hadn’t just left the stage when she felt the clothes unraveling.

Mary Todd- “I wanted to be cool like Janice Jackson.”

Myself- “Janet Jackson. And that incident was a long time ago.”

Mary Todd- “Oh.”

And then we fell asleep.

For unraveling off of my wife’s body while she was spotlighted on a stage in front of my son’s classmates…

Apparently the FCC is reopening this case of exposed human anatomy, even though it was five years ago and hardly a deal at the time. Why don't they pursue the most worst television crime of television that is The Jay Leno Show, instead?

pre-ripped clothes are so uncool.

*

Mary Todd gave me a fiery surprise during my Oscar acceptance speech for the newly created category of "Most Enthused About Top Hats"

**Gerald Ford, the President who started this lie, was really a cat and was promised a large sum of money by Canada to create this myth about me. I suppose the theory that Gerald Ford was a cat is not grounded in anything and does not relate to why Canada would offer him a large sum of money, as a human would be more likely to be tempted by this offer, but, quoting Thomas Jefferson, “I would never tell a lie involving a Cat President.”

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Matrimonial! Is it the best concept of getting people settled?

Thousand even more of peoples go threw matrimonial site and office to register so as to be served in the best way to get settled , as everyone get to it and got the tremendous person to be established .

Even through used to take time to answer the entire particular questionnaire and rely upon the monitor to set out the very human delightful to our expectation.

Even so is very helpful and reliable as the matter of the world going on, days are short and stumble on time to seek a partner seemed to be lots of consuming time, moreover for a date everyone got it as soon as they meet for lecture or party and in every way people meet.

To be sure for a good settlement we do need time with lots of discussion between partners. Hence we do believe to see and to share every particular point that arise with all may be notify before going forward into a good relationship.

Welcome to all one living lonely to seek for a spouse and established good way of life. Wishing you the very best and waiting for your comment about this particular subject from you soon.

Smile and be happy

C4luv .

Friday, September 18, 2009

Lovers to be caned for steamy session in car

Lovers to be caned for steamy session in car.

An Islamic court has ordered an unmarried couple to be caned for trying to have sex in a car in the latest of a series of harsh punishments for Muslims in Malaysia (马来西亚), a lawyer said Friday.

Though Malaysia has long been upheld as an example of a moderate Muslim-majority country, recent verdicts sentencing Muslims to whipping for drinking alcohol have made headlines. Two months ago, an Islamic judge triggered a national debate when he ordered a woman to be caned for drinking beer.

In the latest case, the Shariah High Court in central Selangor state sentenced the couple Wednesday to six strokes of the cane after they pleaded guilty to trying to have sex out of wedlock in their car, said prosecutor Shafezan Rusli.

Shafezan said Islamic religious police caught Mohamad Shahrin Abdul Majid, 29, and Nadiah Najat Hussin, 24, with only their undergarments on in a car at an office parking lot in May.

Appeal looms

He said they are appealing the caning as they plan to get married soon, though they have paid the court-ordered fine of 5,000 ringgit ($1,400) each.

They could have been jailed for up to three years for the offense, the lawyer said.

Shariah laws apply to Muslims, who make up about 60 percent of the 28 million population, in all personal matters. Non-Muslims — Chinese, Indians and other minorities — are not subject to the laws.

Earlier this week, an Islamic court in another state ordered an Indonesian Muslim man to be whipped six times and jailed a year for drinking liquor at a restaurant.

In July, the same court had sentenced a Malaysian woman to six strokes of the cane and a fine for drinking beer in public. The caning, which would be the first time a Malaysian woman has received the punishment, has not been carried out yet. Many see the sentence as a setback for the country’s reputation as a moderate Muslim nation.

bron: www.msnbc.msn.com

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Design for Life with Philippe Starck

I know, I know, it’s been ages since I last was here! But fear not, I have not forgotten The work – actually the homework for the design school – has been taking every minute of my free time over the last few weeks… but more about it later.

First, let me share with you the amazing news – a new series has just started on the BBC and it is about product design! This has been my first passion – applied art and product designs have been my passions even before I started thinking about full-blown interior design. I find it amazing how everything that surrounds us has been designed by someone even if we don’t think about it, and that – as opposed to fine arts – an object of beauty can be also an object of function.

But – back to the topic: the amazing, the great, the best, the ingenious, the inspiring, the genious Philippe Starck is hosting ‘Design for Life‘, a program about 12 young Brits spending a few weeks in Starck’s design agencyin Paris in hope that one of them can be the future of design in the UK. The main prize is a 6-month placement at Starck’s, but even those ten weeks are more than any designer could ever dream of, so all the best to the participants and let’s hope we’ll see some great designs! You can see the first episode here.

And if you don’t know what Starck designed, here are some of the iconic objects:

Philippe_Starck_Privé_Collection

Miss Lacy by Philippe Starck

Philippe Starck Gun Collection

Philippe Starck - Juicy Salif

Philippe Starck Louis Ghost Chair

Voxan Café Racer Super Naked by Philippe Starck

Philippe Starck Holly All Vase

DRIADE BY PHILIPPE STARCK

What I really liked is his design philosophy, or rather life philosophy, some of it we could observe already in the first episode. As he said, ‘we are not artists‘. What designers do, or should do,  is to create functional and sustainable products for the masses. Also interesting was how important to him the history behind a product is. What is it made of is an obvious question, but is it functional enough? Who made it? How? Does it make sense? Does it show the way forward? The designer need to think really outside of the final product. He controversially criticised a lovely bicycle brought as an example of an ecologically sound product by one of the contestants. It cost only €90, which is why Starck dismissed it as a product most probably done by people who earn almost nothing. How else can you create this complicated piece of technology for so little? Stay tuned for next episodes!

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Uwaga uwaga, na BBC wlasnie zaczal sie swietny program. Design for Life, prowadzony przez genialnego i wyjatkowego projektanta ktorym jest Philippe Starck (jezeli nie bardzo wiesz o kim mowie, zerknij na zdjecia kilku z jego niezapomnianych projektow powyzej). W tym programie, 12 mlodych Brytyjczykow spedzi kilka tygodni w Paryzu w firmie projektowej Starck’a, a my wszyscy mamy nadzieje ze dzieki temu narodzi sie nowy talent w UK. Nagroda glowna jest 6-miesieczna pozycja w agencji, choc juz te kilka tygodni sa wyjatkowa nagroda…

Sztuka uzytkowa byla moim marzeniem jeszcze zanim zaczelam myslec o projektowaniu wnetrz. Uwielbiam to ze wszystko co nas otacza jest dzielem jakiegos projektanta (czy zdajemy sobie z tego sprawe czy nie), oraz ze w przeciwienstwie do np. malarstwa, piekne przedmioty spelniaja rowniez funkcje.

No ale wracajac do tematu, spodobalo mi sie ze Starck od samego poczatku przekazuje swoja filozofie. Ucina niefunkcjonalne projekty mowiac ‘nie jestesmy artystami!’, za misje uznajac tworzenie funkcjonalnych i ekologicznych produktow dla mas. Wazna dla niego tez jest historia produktu. Z czego jest zrobiony? Jak? Przez kogo? Czy jest odpowiednio funkcjonalny? Projektant powinien myslec duzo szerzej niz o samym koncowym efekcie. Ciekawie wyrazone zostalo to w momencie gdy jeden z uczestnikow przyprowadzil rower jako przyklad dobrego ekologicznego produktu. No tak, ale skoro ten skomplikowany technologicznie i wysoki jakosciowo rower kosztowal jedynie €90, czy ci robotnicy co go zbudowali mogli zarobic wiecej niz grosze? A wiec: polecam pierwszy odcinek (do obejrzenia tu) - i czekajcie cierpliwie na ciag dalszy!



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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Cenas que valem o ingresso #4 – Naked Gun 33 1/3(1994)

Depois de postar um dos filmes mais violentos da história, vou dar uma amenizada aqui. Mas isso nao significa que a cena não será de tiroteio! O filme de hoje é o Naked Gun 33 1/3 (Corra que a polícia vem aí – O Insulto Final), do ator que pra mim é um dos caras mais engraçados do mundo: Leslie Nielsen.

Esse é o terceiro filme da trilogia. O tenente Frank Drebin (Leslie Nielsen) está aposentado da polícia, mas uma grande ameaça de bomba chega ao conhecimento do departamento e ele é convocado a fazer a investigação.

Já que no outro post eu coloquei o final do filme, hoje vou colocar o começo! Essa cena é uma satira ao clássico (assistam!) – Os intocáveis (1987)

(o O.J SIMPSON é ótimo nesses filmes, mas que ele matou a mulher…matou! haha)

Today

I got to see my love

I had planned on entering her home and kissing her deeply

claiming her as mine

shoving my tongue into her mouth

pressing our bodies close together

Asserting myself and making her realize

just how much I missed her

how much I love her

how much I desire her

Then it happened

I arrived

the door opened

and I was welcomed in

her lips parted as our tongues wrestled with one another

feeling our way as only lovers do

her skin felt electric beneath my touch

nails dug into the flesh of her back

hands groped down the back of her pants and ass cheeks we squeezed tight

a moan, a sigh

signals to continue and as my erection grew

so did our desire

pants opened and panties push aside as fingers explored the slippery dampness between her legs

first one finger then two crept their way into her hot pussy

trusting in and out her head rolled back

and then it became too much to bear

I needed to be in her

she needed me there

and we ran

as near as one can run with pants around their ankles

to a place where we could finish

and her clothes we gone in an instant

and she bent over

and I entered her from behind

the tightness of her was almost too much to handle

and before I knew it

she was filled with my ejaculation

warm and sticky it filled her

and we were satisfied (for a moment)

and then we laughed

at the penguin walk/run we had made

and it was funny

and it was sexy

and I was amazed that everything is fresh

and new

and exciting

then I smelled her on my fingers as I drove off

I tasted her sweat juices as I licked them

I smiled and moaned and laughed

and

I love Her

because we can laugh

and talk

and fuck wildly

She is my friend

my lover

my SOMEDAY

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Let's procrastinate

Good job!

What are you not doing? I’m not reading my french essays. Oh crap. I just remembered I have to do research on Madame de Stael too. Oh well, already started on this, and everybody knows to need to finish what you started, or should I say, you need to let Taylor finish what she started.

A few things:

1) I was BEYOND impressed by the second-by-second Twittivity happening during this year’s VMAs (the first VMAs I’ve ever watched; things get interesting when you decide to throw yourself into Journalism and Mass Media at the exact moment our country’s cultural representatives to the rest of the world also decide to throw themselves in front of the Stupid Bus.) LOOK AT THIS FRACKING TIME CHART. Not only is it SEXY as HELL; you also realize that not once was Taylor Swift the big head in the middle; it was constantly a Kanye-Gaga Showdown (a Kangadown, if you will).  Now I’m definitely not a proponent nor am I a practitioner of celebrity sports commentary, but the only thing I can think of more impressive than last Sunday’s beatdown was my 10-page Final Poli-Sci paper last semester that I wrote in three hours.  The only difference was that one kept college kids everywhere talking about how much b.s. we’re exposed to and read about, and the other one involved Kanye West and Lady Gaga. (Kidding, Professor Rossi.)

2)  I just found out how much it costs to market a movie. Say a movie’s total production costs amounted to about $100 million. $30 million would go to marketing it. You could buy an African country’s land and set up a dance studio for the severely claustrophobic for the price of getting the American public to talk about a movie (but then there would be the problem of getting the claustrophobic dancers onto the plane). I have no links to these stats, and since I’m procrastinating, I shall put this off for another day.

3) I had a bacon, egg and cheese on a buttery croissant this morning with some Sobe iced tea.  I had a couple of dollars left over in my meal swipe, so I bought some Naked and am currently attempting to down its totality before it hardens and becomes an extremely healthy gremlin. But it’s proving difficult.

4) I’m wearing a vintage Dior tie I found in my parents’ closet a long time ago.  I had no idea of any previous relation with the world of Biannual Bryant Parkology and am proud of them now not only for coming to this country discovering that cottage cheese and cut fruits DO go together, but also for birthing me and alllowing me to find it and steal it from them at the tender awkward age of Junior year high school, making it my first legit vintage item and starting the growing dynastic collection that is currently my closet.  Speaking of which, I’m looking for something yellow to complete my apparel spectrum. And some protein bars, cus brotha gotta build up (I did some stretches yesterday and tripped while standing still).

Actually, since I’m already on here, I’ll just insert my research into this post =D (and by research I/we all mean wiki-and-paste) WARNING IF YOU HATE FRENCH WRITERS, BAD NOTES AND HAVING KIDS WITH A MAN YOU WEREN’T ORIGINALLY CRAZY ABOUT, STOP READIN HERE.

Madame de Staël a.k.a. Anne Louise Germaine de Staël-Holstein

- Child of a Swiss statesman and famous mistress, who treated her like they do in the movies with the moms but the girl’s the good guy.

- Married a Swedish man with little direction and money, but that was fixed when the Swedish king made an ambassadorship deal.  Both parties got what they wanted, even though there was little affection between the two. She got status and he got money.

-  Decided to started blogging writing publicly under her own name, received much attention and renown for her comments on contemporary literature and Rousseau especially.

-  Husband died; they had like, four kids (WHUT).

- She continued to attempt the successful publication of her book de l’Allemagne, but Napoleon REALLY didn’t like her, and condemned her books and kicked her out of the country.

- She moved to Coppet where her father was from and had a sexy-time marriage with a younger man.

Monday, September 14, 2009

we are naked in such a beautiful way

it’s strange having my own space again… i have a closet again where i can put my shoes (they were in my car trunk perviously, or smashed underneath various tools/cases/cables/wires)…i can walk around naked again (even my boyfriend is like “damn you are really always naked now”)… i can take a bubble bath (the last place of residence wasn’t conducive to taking long leisurely baths- too many people for one bathroom you know…) and now i can have super loud sex again (without having to be muffled)… liberation!!! i almost feel like a guest in someone’s home and they’ll be home any minute now… lol. i’m setting mood lighting just for myself… using the dimmers to their fullest capacity. it’s lovely…it’s beautiful… and it’s quiet…

during my relaxing bath i took out all my old journals and it made for some good reading… i learned so much about myself… how i’ve evolved and where i still have yet to grow as an individual and within my relationships… everyone should keep some written account of their lives-it’s fascinating… we really are creating out own story…our legacy… and too often we forget those truly magnificent, precious, rare moments. i read in one journal a memory that brought tears to my eyes. i was recalling the love of an ex boyfriend who wrote at an interactive museum exhibit at LACMA  ”Andree is eternal love, light, passion, manifestation of God on Earth”… i read my deepest thoughts on my current relationship and how things have changed and what has stayed the same… i read my musical doubts and fears and hopes and goals… and it reminded me even more of what i want in my life and how i’m getting there… i found so many poems and song ideas… it was like finding little crazy written treasures of knowledge or inspiration within each journal of my bizarre calligraphy. 

this reflection helped to clear my head a bit… so much is on my mind and heart lately… about what is true in our world. about authenticity in people especially in the city of LA… about communication… honesty… what is saying too much… i’ve always felt i should speak my truth to my fullest capacity… that by speaking my truth i was free… and though we may feel super exposed and vulnerable by this type of honesty it liberates us energetically in ways we don’t even comprehend. we are naked in such a beautiful way. i think people are generally one way or the other… they typically are outspoken or keep mostly to themselves- rarely have i met someone in between…there is a downside to sometimes speaking ones truth… u might feel embarrassment, shame, guilt, confusion, rejected, judged or sad… but i think those feelings stem not from speaking our truth but having  expectations of how others should react to our truth…another lesson i learned from my girl anessah…sometimes i don’t have fully exposing myself- my inner most thoughts/dreams/feelings to everyone i care about… 1-sometimes it can be selfish behavior in that they don’t want to know/they are better off not knowing and 2-some people aren’t deserving of knowing the depths of us… i’m almost too open… i even had a man that works with energy tell me that i put my energy out like 20 feet in front of me… that i need to almost contain what i’m radiating a bit more… it’s about balance.  last night at the doheny, the door man and i got into a great conversation about being an artist and the importance of vulnerability – he brought it up actually… and he said, “it’s courageous to be vulnerable” and i took it as a sign that it was good for me to expose myself (i need not be so hard on myself for being so open and be as honest as i am)… i am brave for speaking my truth fearlessly… though i do now feel that  though it’s beautiful to be exposed and have this nakedness of our truest feelings but sometimes we have to be aware who we’re naked around or just be naked without caring of the consequences… but that seems a bit irresponsible?

Sunday, September 13, 2009

My Daughter’s Best Friend

By the time our daughter had graduated from high school and left for college. Long before our thirtieth wedding anniversary my wife and I had both grown increasingly apart and pretty much lost that lovin feeling for each other. Yet even though the flame in our hearts had gone out neither my wife nor I wanted to go through the hellish ordeal of an acrimonious divorce. Nor did my wife and I  want to break our family apart much less force our children to choose one parent over the other.

Our solution (simple and elegant like our life together had always been) was to present the united front of a happy couple to the world, our extended family and our children. Even as my wife and I sought sexual satisfaction within the arms of other lovers outside our marriage. Our mutually agreed upon open marriage resulting in our living together more like roommates. Than an old married couple as we stopped sleeping with each other and moved into our own bedrooms.

Having already decided to deal with our situation on a personal level it was just a simple matter of putting up the family home for rent. Leaving my wife and I free to move into a two bedroom condo  which along with the livingroom and kitchen had been designed on one level. The advantage being that each bedroom had its own master bathroom which added another whole level of privacy whenever we were entertaining our lovers.

Living like roommates who just happened to be best friends my wife and I finely had enough time to pursue our own separate interests and hobbies. Instead of being obligated to spend each and every last minute of our ever shortening life spans with each other while boring each other nearly to death. My wife could spend her time gossiping with her girlfriends and playing with her vibrator in her bedroom. While I was at long last free to allow my hyperactive and over sexed imagination to roam wherever it was wont to go throughout the galaxy. While my fingertips tapped out the poems and stories pouring out of the black hole that is my soul that I so loved to write upon my laptop computers oh so co-operative keyboard.

From the time I first began chasing two legged dear when I was in high school and throughout my three decades long marriage. I’d always been sexually drawn to slightly older women and two legged dear closer to my own age. Though up until now I’d never cheated on my wife nor had I ever considered any two legged dear who was the same age as my daughter as a viable sexual partner. That is until now when on one of my daughters visits home from college. Quite unexpectedly I found myself eagerly responding to the causal flirtations of my daughters incredibly sexy best friend.

Of course I was flattered that the nineteen year old sky blue eyed, blonde haired and curvaceous college coed was interested in sleeping with an old man like myself. But at first I wasn’t too certain how my daughter would react to my bedding her best friend if I started humping her between the clean and fresh sheets of my alter of lust. Yet I needn’t have worried because after a long talk with her mother my daughter pulled me aside. In order to assure me that even though she didn’t agree with our lifestyle and was still furious with her mother for entertaining other men in her bed. That it wouldn’t bother her in the least if I began sleeping with her best friend. Then my daughter strongly hinted that she knew lots of pretty girls who liked to bed men much older then themselves.

Which is how I soon found myself spending an evening at home alone with my daughter’s lovely and curvaceous best friend. Where we sat side by side on the livingroom couch watching a movie while drinking fruit flavored wine coolers. Utterly sure of both herself and what she wanted as well as certain of her ability to get it from whomever it was that she wanted it from. It wasn’t long before my daughter’s blonde haired, sky blue eyed and curvaceous best friend. Suggestively snuggled up next to me on the couch where she laid her head upon the curve of my left shoulder.

Looking downward past the neckline of my daughter’s curvaceous best friends low cut black and white striped pullover dress. I could clearly see the luscious curves of her cleavage nestled within the cups of her Victoria Secrets bra. The sight of which couldn’t help but make the lance of my already hardening manhood begin to throb. With the almost over powering and socially forbidden desire to taste the honeycomb of my daughter’s best friends wetness with the tip of my tongue.

So that by the time the movie was over I’d placed the palm of my left hand on top of the luscious curve my daughter’s best friends silky smooth and clean shaven right thigh. Where my fingers had slowly slid inward as they crept upwards along the curves of her well toned inner thighs. Of course the blonde haired and sky blue eyed college coed cooperated by sliding her legs and thighs slightly apart and just enough. So that I was able to gently rub the slit of her womanhood through the cottony fabric of her panties for the last forty-five minutes or so of the movie. With the tips of my fingers whose gentle caress caused my daughter’s best friend to become increasing wetter between her legs the longer I rubbed. So that by the end of the movie the intimate garment of the nineteen year old college coed had become soaking wet with the intensity of her sexual arousal.

After turning off the high definition wide screen televison with the remote control. I  gathered up my daughter’s nineteen year old and curvaceous best friend within the curves of my arms. Then carried the sexy two legged dear into the lair of my bedroom where after pulling off our clothes which  both of us carelessly dropped onto the floor. My daughter’s best friend and I slipped into each others arms between the clean and fresh sheets of the altar of lust that is my full size bed.

For quite some time we lay there beneath the sheets of my bed making out. Our tongues chasing each other in and out of our mouths like children chasing each other on a school playground. While our fingertips eagerly explored and caressed the gentle curves of the forbidden places of her well endowed body and my well hung manhood. Taking the time to both get to know each other intimately while throughly enjoying each others body without getting in a rush to copulate and consummate our socially forbidden sexual relationship.

Reaching down between the clean shaven and silky smooth thighs of my nineteen year old blonde haired and forbidden lover.  I gently inserted two of my fingers deep inside the honeycomb of the hot and wet pussy of my daughter’s best friend. Who responded with a moan that soon turned into a cry of ecstasy as both of my fingers began to wiggle like a couple of worms in an overripe apple.

Nor did my daughter’s best friend and college roommate resist when at last I rolled her over onto her back and slipped between her thighs. Pressing the tip of my little head against the protective lips of her labia even as she wrapped both her arms and legs tightly around my neck and waist. Once I was in the proper position all it took was one single thrust of my powerful hips. To push the entire length of my rock hard and oh so throbbing cock inside the welcoming warmth of the velvety sheath of the college coed’s love canal.

Again and again and then a whole lot more the twin ovals of my ass rose and fell beneath the sheets of my full size altar of lust. As I made absolutely certain to take full advantage of reaming out the honeycomb of my daughter’s best friend and college roommate’s wetness. Who alternated between throwing back her head as she cried out in ecstasy and showering my face and neck with wet passionate kisses. While she lay there on her back beneath the clean and fresh sheets giving this doddering old fool. The ride of his golden years while I did my level best to bang the ever living daylights out of my eighteen year old daughter’s curvaceous college roommate. Making her cum again and then some more while both my wife and daughter were out painting the town in which we’d lived for many years.

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Does Size <em>Really</em> Matter?

Ok, so maybe it does in certain circumstances, but I’m referring to something a little above the belt. My stomach.

As I sit here writing this, sauce from my slice of pizza remains in a corner of my mouth. Licking it away, I revel in the spiciness and reach for another piece, not because I’m hungry, but because it tastes so damn good and I want it.

My body is height/weight proportionate, but I still worry. I do have belly fat, my thighs jiggle, there are dimples (i.e. cellulite)…everywhere. But frankly I no longer care. The BBC showed a documentary on being thing. Two journalists went from a UK size 10/12 to a size 00, in just five weeks. One dieted and exercised like a mad woman, the other just dieted.

While both came very close to their goals, they each learned something. The journalist who dieted and exercised was pleased to come very close to her goal, however she “loves life” too much to give up food and “real life.” The other journalist spiraled into madness – mood swings, terribly unhappy, and she became obsessed with the goal, well beyond the project. Her final statement on the subject was, “Dieting is madness.”

Why, then, do we women put ourselves through this torture? For the sake of vanity? Are we really that shallow to believe that we will be ‘better’ than…who? Who are we competing with? Each other? Or is it to ‘attract a man?’ And drive yourself insane while in a relationship with him? Is he really worth starving yourself for? And if he is, what happens when things get serious? Are we ‘devalued’ because we are a size 12 rather than a size 4? Why can’t we women, sisters in arms who stand together to break through the glass ceiling, just appreciate the assets we all have instead of ridiculing one another over our flaws?

Beauty truly is skin deep and time will always have its way with us, unless your filthy rich and can afford several trips to the doctors for ‘maintenance.’ I, for one, am going to proudly strut my stuff in a bikini, or shorts and tank, or even wear that tight shirt that shows off a little too much flab, secure in the knowledge that yes, I am good enough. My friends and family love me just as I am. And do you know what? Your friends and family love you – JUST AS YOU ARE. Why not share the love, then, with your fellow sisters?

by Tara Aarness

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Saturday, September 12, 2009

The Nakeds

Everyone has a neighbor that’s a little odd. For all I know, I fit that bill for someone else on my block. But no matter what anyone in my neighborhood can say about me, they cannot say they have ever seen me naked.

When you buy a house, there are a lot of things you don’t notice. You don’t notice the family on the corner who plays their loud music late into the night. Why? Because you don’t shop for houses at night. You pay for an inspection to catch all of the little things that the house has wrong with it, but there needs to be an inspection for the houses around your house. I would have liked to have known that my next-door neighbors have a window in their shower and when I walk out of my garage to take out the trash, I am assaulted by their nakedness! WTF?

We don’t have the kind of relationship with these people that allows me to say, “Hey, Eunice! I saw your knockers this morning. Is that a butterfly tattoo or a chicken? I couldn’t tell with all the body wash you were using. What kind is that, by the way?”

I did, however, try to hint to them once about the transparency and idiot-placement of their bathroom window by asking them if they liked that particular brand of shampoo I see in their window. Apparently, they believe my vision only extends to purple bottles and not flesh tones. Trust me, there are a lot more flesh tones in that window than there are purple bottles.

No matter how I have tried to let them know that I CAN SEE THEM, they don’t get it. Or maybe they ignore me on purpose. Maybe they enjoy the look of terror on my face when I open the door to the side yard and see them in the shower. The thought of that makes me want to walk outside that door without my contacts and just stand there and wave. “Mornin’, Neighbor! How’s the water?” But I can’t do it. There are some things that cannot be unseen.

This morning, I let my guard down. I usually take a quick peek outside the door to look for water droplets on the window. I guess I was tired. I opened the door all the way and almost took a step out, trash sack in hand. I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. I dropped the trash and slammed the door closed as fast as I could. If I never see that again, it will be too soon. In the meantime, I think I’m going to delegate trash duty to my husband.

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Friday, September 11, 2009

Let's get Naked!

Now that I’ve got your attention,  go ahead and fetch your mind from the gutter… I’ll wait.

Now that you’re back, here’s a special treat from Naked Juice Company:  $2.00 off any two Naked Juices. No, we’re still not getting naked in the “lack of clothes” kinda way, but you can strip your juice from everything but pure, simple fruit. How ’bout them apples?

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Single message, chat or some words may rise to wonders of feelings

Hi, the very single word that revealed you is actually invited to share some words and feeling too. As the features express that you are link to someone who open a talks that you already rather know the style and great things happen in the very second you receive this particular word, thus remind you the usual way of sharing with the invited one .

When sharing words, it’s the best things that we use to express any sharing idea to talk and discuss. However both are attain to a certain level that increase their feeling inside and articulate the finest expression to carve up the conversation lengthy. Sure there’s use to take benefits of sharing pleasant terminology to know the real gravity of the discussion. Mostly the very significant is to enjoy the pleasure of words and leisure of feelings that enrich you to know much more your interlocutor. Hope when communicating both is ready to acknowledge and to contribute to the exceptionally significant of the gathering with these particular words, in essentials humans’ nature used to kill time and moreover some of these considerable times are very precious and joyful, that the leisure of sharing talks to someone you wished too.

Nevertheless time and cost is the only factor that helpless us to go throughout , So when having the prospect ,do contribute to and experience these valuable occasion to keep ongoing with good mood and typical area under discussion of instant.

Have talks and thus contribute to knowledge and feeling even transform most awful temper to fine one.

Smile and be happy

C4luv

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Has Eva Mendes LOST Her Curves? (PHOTOS)

Eva Mendes burst onto the scene in 2001’s “Training Day,” has been a staple on Maxim’s Hot 100 list since 2002 (#7 in 2007 & 2008) and earns a nice side income rolling around in sheets for Calvin Klein.

But somewhere along the way the actress may have lost her famous curves.

• • • • • • • • • • Arriving Friday September 4 at the premiere of ‘Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans’ at the Venice Film Festival SOURCE

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Monday, September 7, 2009

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My First Lover

Beneath the clean and fresh sheets

of another man’s bed

locked within the embrace of a cougar

my virginity did I lose

far above the clouds of sexual ecstasy

till then quite unknown

my forbidden paramour escorted me

our moans and sighs

mingling together with our randy cries

echoed about the walls

of the bedroom she shares to this day

with her unwary husband

again and again and then some more

my hips rose and fell

the entire length of my throbbing cock

sliding ever upwards

into the velvety sheath of the warmth

of her hot and wet pussy

with each and every unrelenting thrust

until all too very soon

with a shutter and a victorious scream

my virile seed burst forth

in a blinding rush of sexual pleasure

raced up into the womb

of the woman who was my first lover

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Sunday, September 6, 2009

The Ivory Knight

It had been one of those lazy Saturday afternoons when after all was done there was nothing left to do except sit in the shade and relax with either a nice cold beer. If one was so inclined or if one happened to be a kid a can of coke or if one were a true southerner then a tall glass of ice tea would be in order.

Yet Josh could only take so much relaxation before he began to become anxious and was hunting up something to do. Already he had finished cleaning the camper that had been his home for the last three years, washed his clothes at the Laundromat and had typed into his laptop computer, his pride and joy, the several rough drafts that he had been working on throughout the week.

Not wanting to just sit around and fossilize into an old bored man long before his time Josh decided to take in an early movie and maybe go ahead and do his weekly shopping before returning home and going to bed early. He also thought that perhaps this evening might be a good time to stop off at one of the local bars to drink a few virgin daiquiris while checking out the well endowed women and hopefully get lucky enough to spend the night making love to one of the pretty whores that always seemed to hover around the bars like moths around a single burning light bulb in the middle of the night.

However this evening fate had something much better planned for Josh than he could have ever hoped for.

During the movie one of those sudden summer showers blew in over Mableton Georgia and drenched the area thoroughly with a nice cool shower of fresh rain. Being unexpected and not having rained for awhile Josh hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella with him and so had to make a run for it to his car getting thoroughly soaked while he fumbled around with his keys until at last the lock turned and he was able to hop into the drivers seat close the door and very carefully back out of the parking lot and head for the entrance to the Street.

Since he was soaked and getting chilled Josh decided to head for home where he could take a warm shower and change into some dry clothes and then he would go to bed early hoping to get an early start Sunday morning on his shopping and maybe taking in another movie for there were several out that he had wanted to see for quite some time.

It was already getting dark and still the rain was coining down though not as hard as it had at first but enough to make driving that much more dangerous so Josh was paying extra attention to the speed he was traveling at and the other cars around him as well. He had hydroplaned once a couple of years earlier just barely missing another car and he didn’t want to repeat that mistake a second time perhaps becoming involved in an accident this time.

Killing some time Josh decided that he would go out of his way and pay a quick visit at the Quick and Easy gas station on Mableton parkway to pick up the latest copy of Playboy magazine. Turning left onto Old Gordon Road he slowly drove past Riverside elementary and just as he rounded the last curve before the traffic light he happened to see a car pulled over on the side of the road with it’s emergency flasher lights on and being a good citizen he decided to see if he could render any assistance.

Pulling over to the side of the road he turned off the engine but left his emergency flashers flashing as he got out and walked over to the drivers side of the other car. Leaning down he tapped on the window and came face to face with the lovely African-American woman driver of the stricken car.

“Is there anything that I can do to help?” Josh asked.

“I don’t know the engine just died on me and I can’t get it to start back up.” she replied.

As she was answering him Josh was looking at the lovely heart shaped face of this young ebony woman and her sparkling dark eyes. Her raven hair was long and curly as it flowed over her shoulders. And he could already begin to feel the stirring deep inside his manhood called forth by her smooth sexy voice especially since it had been a while since he had been with a woman.

“I’m not a mechanic but I do have a cell phone and could call for a tow truck to come out and take your car to a service station and then take you home after that if you would like.” Josh offered as he held up his car phone so that she could see it.”

“That would be great and I would really appreciate that.” she answered visibly relieved that this young man was kind enough to stop and help her out in her predicament. She had been sitting there for a while wondering just what to do and hadn’t felt comfortable leaving her car to walk up to one of the nearby houses and ask for help especially since this was still an

almost all white neighborhood and she didn’t know just who would be willing to help her.

She sat watching this handsome young man as he called for help on his car phone and smiled gratefully at him as they momentarily made eye contact as he gave directions to the operator who would shortly send out a tow truck to pick up her car. He had short dark hair, dark eyes and though not quite six feet tall his body appeared to be in great shape as well as well toned and muscled.

After Josh was through and had deactivated his cell phonic he leaned back down towards the window and said, “I know that you must be cold in there with no heat so if you’d like you are welcome to come and sit in my car while we wait for the tow truck.”

Returning his smile she replied, “Thank-you that is mighty sweet of you to offer and I would like that very much.”

Gathering up her purse and rolling up her window she opened her door and stepped out locking her car behind her. It was still raining lightly and she was wearing high heels so Josh took her gently by her arm and helped to steady her as he guided her towards the passenger side of his car. He couldn’t believe just how beautiful she was. She was about five feet five inches tall. Petite and slender her feminine curves very well rounded and firm. Indeed the lovely floral print dress that she was wearing fit her perfectly and emphasized her womanly curves in all the right places.

Quite unexpectedly Josh began to feel himself drawn and attracted to the beauty and warmth of this ebony woman. Ever since he had reached puberty and began to experience the normal sexual attraction to the female gender that all young males experience in his wildest imagination he had never thought that he would ever be attracted to an African-American woman especially since lie knew that his parents and friends would never approve.

Now as he walked this lovely goddess to his car and was able to get a real good look at her natural beauty he found himself wondering just what it would be like making love to her; another woman of another race and one that was still hated by many white people today.

Opening the passenger side door like a gentleman Josh helped her into his car and after shutting the door he walked around to the drivers side, climbed inside and started the engine and turned on the heat so that they could get warm and turned the radio down low so that they could still talk to each other while listening to the music.

Turning to her and extending his hand Josh said, “By the way my name is Josh.”

Taking his hand and shaking it lightly she replied, “My name is Tia and I’m very glad to meet you.”

“The same here.” Josh replied.

The ice now broken Josh and Tia began a conversation in which they told each other what they did for a living. Josh told Tia what it was like running a computerized machine for Dietech industries and how he liked to relax at home by reading novels, writing short stories and prose poems. And how he hoped to one day soon be a published author. While Tia explained to Josh about her job as a nurse at South Cobb hospital and how much she enjoyed it.

After that they both engaged in small talk about the weather and current events, also learning that neither of them was dating anyone special as they passed the time until at last they saw the tow truck pass by and pull over in front of Tia’s car.

Helping Tia out of his car and escorting her over to the driver of the tow truck Josh listened quietly as Tia and the driver discussed the arrangements of taking her car to the service station and having it looked at. Since it was Saturday evening there wouldn’t be a mechanic on duty until Monday morning which was disappointing to Tia but she stated that she would manage and would just rent a car until hers could be repaired.

Then Josh helped Tia into the cab of the tow truck and reassured her that he would follow them to the station and would be glad to take her home from there amid not to worry for that it was no bother because lie didn’t have anything planned anyway.

Following the tow truck the short distance to the Amoco gas station on Floyd road Josh couldn’t get the loveliness of Tia’s chocolate colored skin and the firm ripeness of the top of her cleavage that her summer dress put on display out of his mind and began thinking about asking her out on a date and perhaps, if things went well, to ask her to sleep with him. Though he didn’t think that she would want to go out with him much less to mate with him but it did make a rather interesting fantasy to dream about.

It didn’t take long for Tia to get things settled about tier car and shortly she and Josh were on their way to her home continuing their conversation from the point of it’s earlier interruption by the arrival of the tow truck becoming more friendly, animated amid comfortable as time went on.

In fact Tia who was very grateful for having been rescued by such a nice person began to realize herself that she wanted to get to know Josh better and found herself becoming attracted to him as a friend and to his sense of humor.

When they were about ten minutes away from Tia’s apartment she turned to Josh and asked, “Would you like to come in amid have a cup of coffee? And if you like I’ll also dry your clothes in the dryer so that you won’t have to go home cold and wet.”

“I’d love too.” Josh replied then continued, “I would really appreciate being able to get out of these wet clothes and a hot cup of coffee sounds really inviting, as well.”

“OK then it’s settled then and as soon we get to my apartment I’ll get you a robe to change into so that I can start drying your clothes immediately.”

A few minutes later just as Josh piloted his car into the apartment complex’s parking lot it began to rain again pouring down in blinding sheets making it difficult to find his way through the parking lot but at last Tia was able to direct him to a parking space not too far from her apartment.

Josh and Tia then sat there in the car for a few minutes hoping that the rain would slack up but when it didn’t they both decided to make a run for it becoming thoroughly soaked as Tia struggled to fit her key into the lock. Then as they entered the door into Tia’s kitchen Josh couldn’t help but notice and admire how Tia’s soaking wet dress fit the contours of her well rounded body amid especially how the nipples of her breasts were now erect and could clearly be seen through the thin summer fabric. The sight of which was to him very erotic and arousing causing him to wish that he could indeed get lucky that night but that he wouldn’t be rude and force himself on Tia. Instead treating her with the respect that he was taught that all women deserved wether or not they actually did.

While Josh stayed on the mat in front. of the door so as not to drip water all over the kitchen floor. Tia banded him a towel with which to dry himself while she herself ran through the living room amid into her bedroom where she quickly stripped off her wet clothes and dried off.

When she returned to the kitchen with a robe in her hands for Josh she was wearing a light blue silk kimono that reached to just above her knees leaving Josh almost speechless at her natural beauty.

In the light he could see Tia so much more clearly and was visibly impressed with the rich and creamy color of her light chocolate brown skin. Her womanly curves were even more pronounced that he had thought at first and her full lips were sensual seeming to invite a lovers kiss.

Not wanting to be rude Josh didn’t stare at her ample bosom, the curves of her hips or her well toned, firm and silky smooth thighs. Instead he followed Tia as she led him through her living room and towards the bathroom where he pulled off his wet clothes, dried off and put on the robe that she had loaned him. Then gathering up his soaking wet clothes he returned to the kitchen where she put his things into the wash machine along with hers and having set the cycle turned it on.

Then as Josh sat down at the table Tia poured both of them a cup of hot steaming coffee and offered Josh a sweet roll then sat down and raised her cup of coffee to her lips and took a sip. Josh then stirred in three teaspoonfuls of sugar amid took a sip of his coffee.

“Ahhhhhh  that really hits the spot.” Josh sighed.

Tia smiled and she and Josh sat there across from each other talking about anything that came to mind until the wash machine stopped amid Tia rose up out of her chair to put their clothes into the dryer. Sitting back down she said to Josh, “Josh you were really a life saver for helping me out and I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along when you did neither do I know how I could ever pay you back for all that you have done for me this evening.”

“That’s OK. Josh replied then continued, “It really was no problem and I didn’t mind doing it.”

“Certainly there must me something that I can do for you.” Tia stated.

“Well there is one thing that you could do for me.” Josh said then stopped as he began to blush.

Tia reached out and took his hand in hers amid said soothingly, “It’s okay Josh you can ask me anything.”

“Well it’s just that I’ve never kissed an African-American woman before and I’m just wondering what it would be like.”

“Oh.” Tia said in surprise as she let go of his hand and rising up out of her chair walked over to the kitchen sink where she stood thinking with her back to Josh.

Thinking that perhaps he had offended the lovely lady Brad hurriedly said, “You can say no and I won’t mention it again nor do I want to take advantage of you.”

Turning back around to face him Tia then said to Josh, “It’s not that its just that I’ve never kissed a white man myself amid I’ve always wondered just what it would be I like and now here I have one who is very sweet and kind in my kitchen asking me for a kiss amid it just caught me off guard for a moment.”

Breathing a sigh of relief Josh watched as Tia bit her lip for a moment waiting for what she would say next when she suddenly made up her mind to throw all caution to the winds and give in to the heady rush of the moment. Sighing softly she said, “Well I can’t see any harm in just one kiss can you?” Then holding out her arms toward Josh she beckoned for him to conic take tier into his arms.

Getting up and walking over to her Josh reached out and put his arms around Tia and drew her close to him where for a moment she lay her head on his shoulder and Josh could feel her trembling all over with excitement. Placing his right hand tenderly beneath her chin he lifted Tia’s face upward and bent his head downward until his lips lightly brushed her sweet soft brown lips.

Kissing gently and slowly Josh could feel his passions beginning to burn as his manhood began to stiffen where Tia’s thigh was pressing against it. Shifting sideways to move it away from her leg so as not to alarm her but to his delight she pulled him back so that his manhood was once again pressing against her thigh even as she parted her lips and drew his tongue deep inside her mouth.

Josh could feel Tia becoming aroused as they began to kiss each other desperately their tongues playing with each other sometimes in her mouth and sometimes in his. Then giving into the moment himself as Tia in the heat of passion pressed her breasts into his chest Josh allowed his hands to slid down her back and fondle her hips and buttocks then slid his right hand back up and approached from the back Tia’s left breast cupping the it in his hand and gently massaging it with his fingertips even as he lightly squeezed it.

Moaning with delight abandoning herself to her rising passions Tia pushed Josh over to his chair where he sat down as she climbed onto his lap where she spread her thighs placing her legs on either side of him where he could have access not only to her luscious breasts but to the depths of her wetness as well.

Taking her cue as Tia opened his robe amid began to lightly massage his chest with her cool fingertips. Josh began to kiss her softly on her neck slowly making his way downward pushing aside her kimono to expose the soft round flesh of her breasts as he began to lightly kiss her brown skin though the deep valley her cleavage made.

Tia arched her back and tossed her head backwards bringing her nipples upward to reach Josh’s lips even as her long curly hair flowed down behind her back. Then gasping in delight as Josh held her back with his gentle hands bracing her to keep Tia from falling even as he made his way along the underside of her right breast with his lips until he reached her nipple already stiff and erect awaiting the gentle caress of his hot moist tongue.

Moaning in ecstasy Tia continued to tremble as Josh at first licked her teat with his tongue then began to suckle her nipple like a newborn baby intend on drawing out his mothers milk for nourishment. Drawing his robe aside she reached down and grasped his manhood within her cool hands and began to seductively massage the tip of it’s head with her thumb until she could feel it begin to throb with desire at her ministrations growing more firm and erect with each one of her gentle strokes.

Already the cleft of her wetness was moist and slippery with her own natural lubrication which began to flow even more freely as she began to rub Josh’s throbbing manhood against her clitoris shivering as spasms of intense sexual pleasure surged in rapidly increasing waves throughout her body.

At last Tia couldn’t stand it any longer and suddenly pushed Josh’s manhood downward into the cleft of her wetness gasping in delight as she felt her wet orifice spread apart as the entrance to her fertile womb completely engulfed him. His sudden gasp of delight was music to her ears as she held onto Josh tightly wrapping her arms about his neck and bracing her feet on the bottom rungs of the chair so that she could gain the leverage she needed to rise and fall upon her ivory lovers throbbing manhood deep inside her.

Again and again she ascended and descended driving the shaft of Josh’s manhood ever deeper inside her body grunting and moaning even as sweat ran in rivulets down her body in response to her exertions and increasingly wild gyrations.

“Oh… .god. . . .yes… .yes.. . .yesssssss  “ Tia began to uncontrollably gasp as she felt the sexual tension within her tightly coiled body continue to build up into an orgasmic climax so intense in it’s physical sensations that she doubted that she would ever come again so good with another lover.

Not in the least bit tired as she continued to soar with Josh upon the clouds of sensual pleasure as he held her tightly his hands upon her buttocks even as he felt himself about to explode he continued to fight to hold back to prolong this intense sexual moment with Tia.

At last though he could no longer hold back as he was consumed by the flames of a fiery climax as his manhood began to pulse and pump his warm seed into the depths of Tia’s wetness.

Tia herself suddenly stiffened amid cried out in erotic pleasure her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the warmth of Josh’s seed spreading throughout her wetness touched off her own fiery orgasm as she helplessly climaxed again and again. Until at last it was all over and she lay exhausted within Josh’s comforting arms.

After a few minutes when Josh no longer felt the physical weakness that men usually feel at the moment their sexual tension is released during sexual intercourse. He stood up and picked up Tia in his arms and carried her into her bedroom and laid her down upon her bed. Where he then proceeded to fully explore her still trembling body and entering her once more to her delight as she wrapped her thighs and arms about him holding him close as he made love to her throughout the night. Until at last they fell asleep exhausted within each others arms sleeping soundly and peacefully until late in the morning.

Falling desperately in love with each other Josh amid Tia decided to move in with each other a few weeks later and were married one year after that shortly after the birth of the daughter whom they chose to name Stormy in order to always remember the night they first met and made love.

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

Decisive Action...Part II

It wasn’t until the one eyed poet had escorted Orianna on board his starship that the lovely, well endowed and curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love allowed herself to breathe freely. Ever mindful that what she was experiencing could only be a cruel dream created by her tormentors from the Gamma Quadrant to get her hopes up once again. Only to then be forced to watch her dreams of freedom dashed against the ragged rocks of reality in a concerted and persistent effort to break Orianna’s spirited nature.

Once onboard the Dark Lord’s Phallus Orianna suddenly felt the darkness of the burden of sexual servitude in which she’d been cloaked for seemingly an eternity. Dispel as it lifted from off her soul leaving the lovely daughter of the goddess of love to bask in the sunshine of freedom for the very first time since the beginning of her captivity.

As the Klingon Bird of Prey scout ship silently withdrew from the feminine orifice of the Deep Space stations docking port. Spun around effortlessly and flew away once again undetected by either the stations sensors or those manning the Opts Center. Only to disappear moments later into the worm hole on the final leg of the only remaining Dark Lords journey. To free the lovely and curvaceous daughters of the goddess of love from the bondage of sexual servitude that had already lasted nearly a full solar.

“See to Orianna’s every need’, the Dark Lord commanded one of the female ensigns who’d been taken on board the Phallus for this very mission. Then added, “Make absolutely certain that she is comfortable in the cabin prepared for her and her sisters.”

“Aye aye Capt’n.” the red haired ensign replied enthusiastically then aimed a warm and friendly smile at the curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love as she said, “This way ma’am.” even as she began to steer Orianna effortlessly  away from the one eyed poet down the corridor towards the nearby turbolift.

For a moment DaPoet watched their backs until the red haired ensign along with the curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love disappeared into the turbolift. Then turned and headed towards the bridge where the one eyed poet would remain until the end of his duty shift. Then return to his personal cabin for a well deserved rest before the projected arrival of The Dark Lord’s Phallus at their final destination in the Gamma Quadrant. Where he hoped that he wouldn’t be forced to make an example out of those who’d sought to take full advantage of those who at the moment appeared weaker then themselves.

Twelve hours later the one eyed poet had just stepped out of his personal sonic shower and was in the act of wrapping a towel about his waist. When DaPoet heard the chime that announced the presence of a visitor standing in the corridor just outside the door of his cabin.

“Come in.” the one eyed poet called out absentmindedly just as he’d finished tying the towel about the lower half of his well developed physique.

“HUH!” the only remaining Dark Lord heard the lovely and curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love gasp in surprise as she walked into his cabin. Orianna’ right hand flying upwards to cover the embarrassment of the delightful smile dancing upon her lips as her eyes drank in the well developed curves of DaPoet’s chest.

“I’m sorry that I disturbed you.” Orianna stated quietly then added, “I’ll come back later.” as she started to back out into the empty corridor.

“Oh no that’s quite all right.” Dapoet stated in a reassuring tone of voice then added, “You may stay if you wish.”

“Okay.’ the lovely and curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love replied then stated a moment later after she’d regained a measure of her dignity and composure. “I only came by to thank you on behalf of my sisters and myself in the only way that I know how.” after which Orianna untied the golden sash about her waist and shrugged off the folds of her dress from the delicate curves of her shoulders. Which fell onto the floor about her ankles in a puddle of white fabric so that Orianna stood before the one eyed poet in all the glory of her womanly nakedness.

“Oh no that won’t be necessary since I didn’t bring you on board to become my concubine but to set you free from sexual bondage in which I found you.”

“Oh but it is necessary my dear poet if I am to cleanse myself of the very last vestiges of my sexual bondage.” Orianna stated matter of factly as she carefully raised first one foot and then the other one. As she intentionally stepped out of the puddle of her dress and into the arms of the only remaining Dark Lord. Where she pressed the swollen tips of her nipples against the skin of the one eyed poets chest even as she stood up onto the tips of her toes and pressed the curves of her mouth to the Dark Lord’s eager lips. In a deep and passionate kiss that seemed to last for an eternity even as it fanned into flames the sexual passions smoldering within the depths of Orianna’s very soul.

“Oh…my…god…” the lovely daughter of the goddess of love breathed into DaPoet’s ear as the fingers of his right hand gently curled around one of the ripe orbs of her breasts. Orianna’s breath then catching within her throat as the Dark Lord pushed her down on top of his bed where they fell in a tangle of arms and legs.

So that within just a few moments the walls of the one eyed poet’s cabin echoed with the sounds of not just their ragged breathing which now came in loud gasps. But the sighs, moans and cries of the lovely and curvaceous daughter of the of the goddess of love. As first the Dark Lords tongue and then the fullness of his rock hard and throbbing cock fully aroused Orianna. By making the daughter of the goddess of love wetter than she’d ever been before or since and intentionally drove Orianna over the cliff of the most intense orgasmic climax she had ever experienced.

Until at last Orianna lay helplessly within the arms of the only remaining Dark Lord. Savoring to the fullest extent possible the diminishing echos of her intense orgasm as they ever so slowly faded away into memory. As the lovely and curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love fought to catch her breath until at last she fell asleep safe and secure within the comforting arms of the one eyed poet.

For the rest of the journey Orianna spent her time divided between standing at the one eyed poets side and lying within DaPoet’s arms beneath the sheets of his bed. Where they wiled away the tedious hours of the voyage through the Gamma Quadrant riding each other into a sexual frenzy as they made love again and again. Until at last the Dark Lords Phallus entered into a stationary orbit of the planet deep inside the Gamma Quadrant. Whose inhabitants had held Orianna and her sisters within the degradation of sexual bondage without the slightest hope of release for nearly a full solar year.

Fortunately the reputation of the Dark Lord and the ability of his starships ability to lay waste as well as completely destroy the planet floating below. Had preceded the coming of the Dark Lord’s Phallus so that the planetary leaders were more then willing to surrender their unlawfully held captives as well as pay a modest reparation. In order to deflect the well deserved wrath of the only remaining Dark Lord and his crew of battle hardened souls.

So that within moments of materializing over the rouge planet the Klingon Bird of Prey broke orbit and headed back towards the Delta Quadrant. Where the crew of the Dark Lord’s Phallus looked forward to completing their mission by delivering each and everyone of the lovely, well endowed and curvaceous daughters of the goddess of love to their home worlds. Except for Orianna who of her own free will decided to remain aboard the scout ship as the constant companion of the only remaining Dark Lord. Sharing both the adventures as well as the curves of her body with the one eyed poet who commands the starship aptly named, “The Dark Lord’s Phallus.”

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