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Stop Child Abuse Campaign
Stop By!
I am new here and just posted some pics, getting my feel of how cherry tap works, it is different. Please feel free to peek at my profile as it will be updated more in the weeks to come. Enjoy!! ;)
Stop Child Abuse
This video has great meaning its so sad and so terrible this happens to children so defenseless against it all...Stop the childabuse.... Help all the alyssa's out there that need your help dont let them go unoticed.....
Stop And Read....
If you are involved with someone ....Please dont rate or send comments......only lookin for ladies that are single....thank you......chris COME CHECK OUT THE ACE CAFE......I AM A NEW DJ THERE.........ON 2-4 AM MOST OF THE WEEK.......PLEASE STOP BY AND JOIN THE LOUNGE.......AND ENJOY YOURSELF....
Stop The War
So far the so called war has cost over 3200 American lives and close to 1/2 TRILLION dollars what a waste. There are better things we could have used the tax payers money on!
Stoping By To Say Hi.
just a note to say hi to you all been a while:> well im in joplin mo this week my mom has pasted away so im here with my kids trying to deal with all the paper work and drama.what a workout this is becoming i thought id take a break from all the shit to say hi just stoped to send you all some love.just left dublin ga.headed to farmington nm./saltlake city ut./yakima in russelville ar. right now getting ready to head west with my tractors.looks like its going to rain hope to talk soon.keep safe and have fun..see ya soon well its fathers day weekend and im in town and i have my kids for the im relaxing and taking some time off.i hope every one has a great weekend. ill be on here off and on so fell free to rub me up a lot :> :> damn the only thing i need is a lady in my life and id be set. have fun me..
Stop By And Sign My Guest Book On My Pg.. Thanx
I'm new to this cherrytop stuff so bare with me!!! Just wanted to say thanks to all of you for the great posts and pics!!......damn there's some hotties here :) all love!! *Ben
Stop Blaming Myspace
Anybody happen to catch Nightline last night on ABC? In case you didn't, one of the hot topics discussed was MySpace. It is no secret to anyone who reads the newspaper or watches the 6 o'clock news that MySpace has been in the limelight because of "sexual predators" trying to "abduct and corrupt" the youth of the world. To this I say bull crap! I see dozens of profiles a day showing 14 year old girls dressed like sluts, wearing four inches of make up and 32 layers of eyeliner, displaying their age as 18 years old and profile lines stating "Oh, I'm So Sexy" or "Hey There, Wanna Check Up On It?" Come on! The youth of today's world are already corrupt enough due to the undying need to be "older" than they really are. I seriously doubt there are tons of people on MySpace stalking "innocent young girls" who just happen to have tramped up profiles and ages 4 years greater than their own. On Nightline, there was a story of a 12 year old girl who was a drug-addict and attributed it all to M
Stop By My Page And Sign My Guestbook. :)
Stop Breed Specific Legislation!
Sign the Petition to Protect Property Rights In Animals To Sign this petition, click this link: To: U.S.Congress We the people of the United States hereby petition Congress to cause to have drafted, and to enact a Bill for federal legislation, that when enacted will protect ownership property rights, and legal use rights in domestic animals, and ensure that no city, county, or State authority shall prohibit, or restrict the peoples ownership rights, or legal use rights in domestic animals by specific breed, or by species. Animals are humankinds most ancient, and traditional property. The animal industry is the cornerstone of the economy of the United States, and must be preserved. It is not the intent of the petitioners to restrict any local authority in addressing the zoning for, or of the keeping of animals. Sincerely,
Stop The Hate And This Comes From A Straight Man
When I read this I hate to repost. Stop the hates from ruining things for the rest of us. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never kn
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Stopping Thoughts
Sitting here listening an watching the rain fall steady, it reminds me of what a peaceful world this can be , as long as we hear out what mothernature has to say an offer.I sure feel a positive surge of energy going through my body when i'am in touch with nature. It makes me respect my whole surrounding's an myself even more. I forget about so called procress in today's world an see mankind greed destroying our wonderful mothernature, even thou we depend on her for our survival, I just hope an pray that we'll all take the time an show more respect to our for most needed mother, thanks! wow talk about some pressures we get our selfs into. yea i thought i was prepared for the day my daughter is getting married, man talk about a load of responibilties that are involved, all in all it's empty nest syndrom's lol, not liking it too much, wad the hell life moves ahead so well come aboard a new son inlaw who manned up an took on the respoibilties! they get marreid on the 20th of this month. T
Stop Child Abuse
If the man is truely yours----DON'T worry :) you know who I am talking too ....Shame on you GIRL! Stop looking at my boobs and answer my last blog lol CHOP CHOP HTML ARE OPEN!!!! lets party
Stop Being A Bitch!
I guess some people don't understand that I'm not here to play little kid games! One of my ex's friends is a dumb whore named April and this blog is for her! April your a dumbass, I'm not here to play little kid games with you so fuck off! Wow and your supposed to be older than me? That's funny as hell! Listen really closely to what I have to say April because this is the first and last time I am going to say it! You think you have friends and you think you have family and you think you know alot but it's time for a reality check! I know everything and I know everyone bitch and I will fuck your world over if you EVER fuck with me again! No sweetie this isn't a threat it's a fucking promise! Stormy
Stop This Ride..i'm Gonna Puke!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007 Disgruntled once again Today seemed to be the day of ranting in my world. What started off strange even in my slumber seemed to roll painstakingly into place upon my awaking. Every little thing seemed to keep me on the edge I was balancing so unsteadily upon. Is there an exclamation to not being into the mushy love that oozes out of peoples pores on Valentine's day? For Christmas that would be "bah humbug" so what is the exclamation for Valentine's day? Whatever it may be, it definitely needs to be added to my vocabulary stat. I am sure that I'm not alone on this feeling, thus explaining the sign of a local bar advertising the celebration of their Anti-Valentine's day party on February 14th. It's an excuse to muster up some stale emotions that have been sitting in the corner collecting dust inside your heart. I say get out the Swiffer, and rid yourself of those emotions with one steady movement. Should this day be the neutral day to feign
Stop By And Sign My Guestbook Please
Hey I finally got my guestbook and if you all would be so nice to stop by and sign it, i would appreciate it so much and if you don't, i still love you all. thanks big dawg
Stop What Your Doing !!!!
WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!!!! FOOT BALL GAME IN PROGRESS NOW SO PLZ PLZ PLZ STOP BY AND RATE MY TEAM ALL 10’S, NO COMMENTS NEEDED!!! Green baby green!! Smoke The Pain Away ~*~ CT's Hottest Football Team!! Click here for SMOKE E. DIGGLERA on myspace!
Stop The Meth Madness...
EvEn If YoU hAvE rEaD tHiS b4 ScRoLL dOwN tO tHe BoTtOm, PoSt YoUr NaMe AnD pOsT oN uR pAgE. jUsT cAuSe U hAvE rEaD iT dOsEn'T mEaN eVeRyOnE hAs!! I destroy homes – I tear families apart. I take your children and that’s just a start. I’m more valued than diamonds, more precious than gold. The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. If you need me, remember, I’m easily found. I live all around you, in school and in town. I live with the rich, I live with the poor. I live just down the street and maybe next door. I’m made in a lab, but not one like you think. I can be made under the kitchen sink, In your child’s closet, and even out in the woods. If this scares you to death, then it certainly should. I have many names. But there’s one you’ll know best. I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is Crystal Meth. My power is awesome, try me, you’ll see. But if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go. But if
Stop Harrassing Fornicates!!!!
I have really fuckin had it..... I have not had to bring out the reale bitch in me in a long time..... FORNICATES is one of my 3 best friends on here!!! You GUYS stop harrassing her....... Lemme tell you GUYS something... to those GUYS that are harrassing her.... just remember something ... 5.0
Stop Harrassing Dazzy-lynn!!!
Here we go AGAIN.....FIRST FORNICATES NOW DAZZY...Grrrr.. Stop harrasing DAZZY!!! Dam... Ya haters needs to stop that shit..... She is BEAUTIFUL the way she is.... So if ya dont like it.. Get off it.... Before I ZOMBIE bitch slap ya'll.......... Dazzy a kewl chick!!!!! So GUYS and GALS.... Stop by her page add her Fan her rate her and TELL HER MIDNIGHT ZOMBIE GIRL SENT YOU .. :) HEHE... ........MIDNIGHTZOMBIEGIRL....... Click on her Pic to get to her site of the LINK below!!!! :) Thankies....
The Stop Simpin' Blog
from On myspace people talk about sex 24/7. There are those people who accuse me of laying down game that would only work on sluts as opposed to women who are looking for more than just sex. However, many of those people have taken "Stop Simpin'!" out of context. Yes, part of subscribing to and reading my blogs comes with dating tips that will work for short-term casual sex, long-term casual sex, and long-term relationships. And since we're discussing sex, let me break this down to you all: EVERYONE'S LOOKING FOR SEX. This is why both men and women date, and a woman actually admitted this in her blog called Being Single Sucks by CherrieDragon - Propaganda Spinner. Men act as if admitting that they want to have sex is such a bad thing that the women will run for cover, lock their chastity belts and throw away the keys, which we all know is not the case. Women, I'm not letting you off the hook, you all act as if admitting to the guy that y
Stop Judging!!
Wake up and pay attention!Turn Up Your Speakers & Listen! Why do people commit suicide?Why do people cut themselves? Why do girls become anorexic and bulimic? Why do kids bring guns to school?Why do kids get they start using meds, and abusing them?Why do girls feel the need to act like sluts to impress guys?Why cant people show their sexuality freely, without worrying about being judged?In the Bill Of Rights, it says we have FREEDOM OF SPEECH! So why are we so afraid to speak up for ourselves?I KNOW WHY! "Whores""Geeks""Goths""Emos"
Stopn Smokn!!!
Stop Flaggin My Pics
So Ok I Know Its Someone On My Friends List And Well If U Are REporting My Pics As NSFW Please Come Talk To Me And Delete Me While Ur At It..When Did A Pair Of Jeans And A Shirt Become NSFW? God Dumb Fucks Stop Hateing Its Getting Old.
Stop The Abuse
Plz fwd far and wide--~! Abuse thru the eyes of a child-..where would you hide..?? If u channel surfers can please sign in and rate this and add to favorites.. the 'abusers rights club' is trying to have it taken down.. of course 'silence is their control'. United in ending the violence
Stop It Up A Notch
Stop Child Abuse
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Stop Bye
you stop by my page and u cant sign my guestbook. do u need a pen? lol. this is why our boys are the best check out videos and comment. good job guys. hooah!!!!!! what happened to it its gone
Stop The ************ Drama
stop the ********** dram for god sake
Stop Our Children From Skull F*cking Before They Get Started
Live From Congress: The Skull Fucking Bill Of 2007Add to My Profile | More Videos
Stop The Ignorance
Stop The Hate
People People!! What is this world coming too? There is so much hate in it it makes me afraid of what it is gonna be like when our kids grow up... What does it matter if you look like budha or Chyna...everyone is beautiful on the inside and that is where it matters most...Most people judge a book by its cover without getting to know the pages in between..and more often than none they miss a very good do me a favor....for no reason at all...Give Someone a Hug today and Wish Them Well..........
Stop The Abuse!
Stop By!
add some new picks please rate them also i have 4 stash items ate those also please
Stop This!
STOP CHILD ABUSE (repost of original by 'Mountain Lady{rate me fan me before sending request}' on '2007-08-20 18:48:07') (repost of original by 'Everyones Angel '{ IF YOUR GONNA CHECK ME OUT RATE MY PROFILE}' on '2007-08-20 18:57:42') (repost of original by 'stefan58 . IN MEMORIE OF DJ. ISIS' on '2007-08-20 19:08:17') (repost of original by 'Mountain Lady{rate me fan me before sending request}' on '2007-08-20 19:16:55') (repost of original by 'johnniesgrl_34' on '2007-08-20 20:12:28') (repost of original by '~Schele Belle ~Naughty and Nice Crew~~C&T Stash Club~~(Must fan me and have a salute pic to be added' on '2007-08-20 20:33:06') (repost of original by 'Everyones Angel '{ IF YOUR GONNA CHECK ME OUT RATE MY PROFILE}' on '2007-08-20 20:35:29') (repost of original by '*~* Sharon *~*PROUD MEMBER OF SUNSHINE ANGELS FRIENDS CLUB Plz sign the guestbook' on '2007-08-20 22:10:45') (repost of original by '~Lill~(Promo Biatch for' on '2007-08-20 22:3
Stop The "nsfw" Bullshit!
Ya know.. I am getting fucking sick of seeing this in my Fubar mail... Hide header Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 13:58:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Size: 1 KB To: Reply-To: One of your photos has been marked as NSFW (Not Safe For Work). Please make sure ALL your NSFW photos are flagged as NSFW and placed in an NSFW album. Your photo was marked NSFW because it was either offensive or NSFW in nature. Also, your primary photo and all your background photos may not be NSFW photos. NSFW CONTENT IS NOT ALLOWED in the public areas of the CT. You can define a new primary photo and background photos by clicking on images link. Continued violation of 'fubar' policy, will result in your account being deleted without warning. Click here for reported image. All I know is this is supposed to an adult site.. if it is adult... Why the "NSFW"? Get the fuck off the site when you are at work.... and most definately GET THE KIDS OFF THIS SITE. One more thing.. Make a feat
Stop The Hate Now!
Hey Friends, I am writing this to ask to U to HELP me to STOP THE HATE, U can help by signing to the online petition to help the Jena 6 students, By sigining u are helping the future of YOUR CHILDREN AND MINE, Please help because this is 2007 and we should be helping each other not trying to bring others down. So again I ask PLEASE HELP TO STOP THE HATE! Thanks, Emily
Stop The Hurt!!!
Daddy It Hurts! This Is a true story and If you don't pass this on you don't have a soul!!! My name is Chris I am three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im all alone The house is dark My folks arent home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charil's bar I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes Im so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work He slaps and hits me And yells at me more,
Stop Fucking With My Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stop Asking
Why if your suppose to love the person with all your heart you always find a way to hurt the other person.My husband is always so mean to me.One minute he loves me with all his heart and soul then the next minute he is telling me he wants to pop me in the F**king mouth.What makes a person like him hate me so much...What should I do I have 2 kids with no job and I am going to school should I stick it out till school is done or should I just leave him and risk losing my house and the only place my kids have known as home. What should I do??? Stop asking me to anyone and everyone that ask me to take naughty pictures. The only one that will see me naked is my husband!! I don't take request and what u see in my picture folders is what you get.So STOP ASKING!!! Ok people that have talked to me in the past I want to ask if I look like the type of girl u would marry and love or the girl u would just have a fling with?
Stop Admiring Me I'm Not Interested
Stop Being Jealous
Why do people have to be so damn jealous... that shyt is for little kids... if you are jealous over someone bein wit someone else go the fuck up.. people are with how they are for reasons and if they are not wit you there has to be reasons why the are not wit you so just go the fuck up and stop being so damn jealous... people are tired of everyone bein jealous... you need to understand that you cant have everyone that you want... just because you want that person that does not mean that same person wants you... everyone needs to get that through their head... and stop fuckin up other peoples relationships... go out and find someone elses... that will stop alot of drama for alot of people... everyone just needs to worry about their own fuckin life and stop worring about other peoples.... STOP BEING SO DAMN JEALOUS EVERYONE.....
Stop The Violence
PLEASE STOP THE VIOLENCE!!!!!! Current mood: awake It is hard to imagine that in this age two young white men could troll around town looking for an African-American to kill just so they could say they had done so. Charged as a capital defendant for his role in the killing that resulted, appellant Alex Witmer plea-bargained to avoid the death penalty. The trial court sentenced him to the maximum term of years. Among other aggravating circumstances, it found that the perpetrators' racial animus was a grounds for enhancing the sentence. We agree that racial motivation can be an aggravating circumstance, and we affirm the sentence. Statement of Facts Alex Witmer committed robbery and murder in one two-year period. On March 25, 1998, sixteen-year-old Witmer pointed a gun at Preston Hall in Elkhart County during a "drug deal gone bad." Initially, Hall thought that Witmer was playing around, but Witmer pointed the rifle at Hall's throat and stated, "Give me your damn wallet.
Stopping By Say Hi While I Can
I wanted to stop by and leave something to let you all know I'm ok. Love all my friends and hope you all are doing great. Lots of love and hugs, Trista
Stop Illegal Aliens
Remember this when you go out for FOOD If you travel into the Third World such as Mexico, Central and South America, you will notice that while visiting a bathroom there is a box for used toilet paper in the corner and no soap or paper towels at the lavatory. The sewage systems can not handle toilet paper so it is a habit to throw it in the box provided which is open to flies and cockroaches. Additionally, for most Third World people, washing hands is non existent. Today, in California, Florida, Georgia and spreading to other states across the nation, recent arrivals are so accustomed to throwing their used toilet paper into boxes, they throw it into trash cans. Whether they work at the counter or chopping tomatoes, they often do not wash their hands. Thousands carry head lice, leprosy, tuberculosis and hepatitis A, B, and C. Currently in 2007, an estimated 1,000,000 illegal aliens cross America's southern borders annually while avoiding a health screening. They ar
Stop By Shane And Rachaels Wolf Den
come check out shane and rachaels wolf den its the best!! click the pic above
Stoping Places
Stop And Think
Mandy and Austin have been going out since 7th grade, now they are in 11th grade. Mandy has been thinking of breaking up with him. One Friday afternoon, on their 5th anniversary, Mandy and Austin where talking over the phone: (Phone ringing at Mandy's house) Mandy: Hello Austin: Hey Baby Girl, how is it going? Mandy: Alright, u? Austin: Pretty good, so are u still up for the movie? Mandy: Im sorry i can't go, i promised my little sister that i would take her out to eat today. Austin: That sucks Mandy: Im really truly sorry Austin: Its all right, so can u got tomorrow then? Mandy: I cant, sorry, i have to go with Alyssa and her boyfriend to the mall. Austin: U know, it seems like u have been avoiding me this past few days. First u cant go out to dinner with me because u have a paper due, then u cant come over because u are to tired, and today during passing periods u totally ignored me. I had something i wanted to give to u. Mandy: Im sorry, im
Stop It Now !!!!
Signs of possible abuse include: Physical Abuse Unexplained or repeated injuries such as welts, bruises, or burns. Injuries that are in the shape of an object (belt buckle, electric cord, etc.) Injuries not likely to happen given the age or ability of the child. For example, broken bones in a child too young to walk or climb. Disagreement between the child's and the parent's explanation of the injury. Unreasonable explanation of the injury. Obvious neglect of the child (dirty, undernourished, inappropriate clothes for the weather, lack of medical or dental care). Fearful behavior. Emotional - Verbal Abuse Aggressive or withdrawn behavior. Shying away from physical contact with parents or adults. Afraid to go home.
Stop Playing Games
Stop Child Abuse
Increased awareness of abuse It's important we get the facts about child abuse, so we're aware of the dangers and can protect our children, but it's just as vital we don't panic and overprotect them. Types of abuse There are four main types of abuse: Physical - when parents or other adults deliberately injure a child or do nothing to prevent it. This not only includes physical violence but also giving children alcohol or drugs. The most serious cases can result in brain damage and even death. Emotional - when parents continuously fail to show love and affection to a child. This might include sarcasm, threats, criticism, yelling and taunting. The effects are serious and long-lasting. Neglect - when parents fail to meet a child's basic needs for food, warmth, clothing or medical attention. Neglected children may be very withdrawn or very aggressive, and can develop health problems or have difficulty coping at school. Sexual - when an adult, or sometimes an older child, uses a
Stop! Read This!
Been around before, but some may not of seen it. FJA > Judge Gives Atheist Holiday > In Florida , an atheist became incensed over the preparation of Easter > and Passover holidays. He decided to contact his lawyer about the > discrimination inflicted on atheists by the constant celebrations > afforded to Christians and Jews with all their holidays while atheists > had no holiday to celebrate. > The case was brought before a judge. After listening to the long, > passionate presentation by the lawyer, the Judge banged his gavel and > declared "Case dismissed!" > The lawyer immediately stood and objected to the ruling and said, Your > honour, how can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have > Christmas, Easter and many other observances. Jews have Passover, Yom > Kippur, and Hanukkah. Yet my client and all other atheists have no such > holiday!" > The judge leaned forward in his chair and simply said, "Obviously your > client is too confused to even know ab
Stop Domestic Violence!!
Stop The Pulling
As the feeling gets tighter and the pulling gets stronger. I stand here confused as hell. I look around not knowing what to do. The feeling I know is true but doesn't matter what I say or do. The twisted web I weaved for my self just got me tangle up in it. I pull again trying to break free, but I know im stuck. Doesn't matter what is said or done, what has happen is over with. Going back in my mind, as I wish I could turn back the hands of times. To free me from this mess I made, but as reality slaps me again. As the feeling gets stronger, as the pain in my heart makes me notice what I did was so wrong but how can I change it. I search for solution, but nothing comes to mind.I just have to face the fact, for I was caught. Now I have lay in my twisted web I made for my self. As I no longer can dodge what has happen, cause im stuck. All the heartache and pain I have caused. Is now gonna be mine, for does not matter how hard I pull. Ill never break free from what I done. Now as im stuc
Stop Fascism Action Network
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Stop The Hate!
Stop Hatin
Ok Ladies.... I know my man is fine, but please stop checking me out. No matter how pretty you think you are or how sexy or how much you tell him what you want to do to him or that you'll ride him all night long...HE LOVES ME. I can do everything you can and he isn't superficial like most guys. He loves me when I'm dressed up to go out,first thing in the morning when we're waking up and even when I look like hell. Your naked pictures of your shit, boobs or anything else won't really matter. Yeah, he look for sure. I mean he is human. He may even tell you that you have great pictures etc. But, don't get your hopes up. He is mine. So stop hatin!!! oh btw, I'm a really nice, interesting and unique lady. If you're checking out my page and you think my man is fine, at least have the decency to say hello.
Stop The Use Of Torture From Thomas Jefferson
Stop And Stare
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust I've got my heart set on anywhere but here I'm staring down myself, counting up the years Steady hands, just take the wheel... And every glance is killing me Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, can u see what I see They're tryin to come back, all my senses push Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... Steady feet, don't fail me now Gonna run till you can't walk But something pulls my focus out And I'm standing down... Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You sta
Stop The Abuse
Teddy, I've been bad again, My parents told me so; I'm not quite sure what I did wrong, But I thought that you might know. When I woke up this morning, I knew that he was mad; Cause she was crying awful hard, And yelling at my dad. I tried my best to be real good, And do just what they said; I cleaned my room all by myself, I even made my bed. But I spilled milk on my good shirt, When he yelled at me to hurry; And I guess he didn't hear me, When I told him I was sorry. Cause he hit me awful hard, you see, And called me funny names; And told me I was really bad, And I should be ashamed! When I said, "I love you, Daddy," I guess he didn't understand; Cause he yelled at me to shut my mouth. Or I'd get smacked again. So I came up here to talk to you, Please tell me what to do; Cause I really love my Mom and Dad, And I know they love me, too. And I don't think my Daddy means, To hit me quite so hard;
Stop The Hate!
This is the sickest, most disgusting shit I have ever seen in my life. Help us put an end to this, once and for all.Part One:Part Two:
Stop Sticking Out Your Tongue. Want Fubucks?
Stop sticking out your tongue I see you Want some fubucks for a spotlight maybe to buy a new car, some drinks? Send me a picture or link of you sticking out your tongue and you will be entered Then come bomb your pic Tell your friends and neighbors to come help Join my Fu-buck giveaway and get paid 1 comment = 10 Fubucks 1 rate = 15 fubucks
Stop Talking Shit Online So Serious People!
Stop And Look
I am sure that this will make some people think and some to go wtf.  Right now at this very moment i find myself in a spot where I cant tell what choice is the right one cause sometimes doin the wrong thing is the right thing and the right thing is the wrong one but your morales are what make them that way and my morals are telling me im fucked six ways from sunday and im out of get out of jail free cards.  granted if your reading this your goin to wonder what my choices are or what am i talkin about but thats personal and id rather not sare righ now or probably ever atleast do not worry cause the choices i have only affect me and me alone as to wether or not i can make them thats different and for that i am sorry cause now at this point ive already lost most of you and no i am not drunk cause if i was this would be alot easier to explain with out giving in to many details to love and let go to love and try and take to love but stay hiddin forever not that any of these are what im talk
Stop The Abuse
Stop Domestic Violence
Help Stop Domestic Violence If you are against Abuse in any form this train is for you, both men and women and children are abused in this world everyday abuse comes in many ways not just physical, let's put a stop to it. You didn't/don't have to be abused to be in this train/club there are no pictures to rate because well , who wants to look at pictures of what they went thru or are going thru. brings back to many memories if you ask me. you can join even if you know someone who has or is being abused. abuse is wrong and there is no excuse for it. if your in an abusive relationship you need to get out NOW! it never gets better only worse. here is a small glitter tag for those of you who surived and beat the abuse.... when adding member's fan/add/rate them, if they are already a friend then just re-rate them and leave everyone a comment like " no excuse for abuse" or "i'm joining the domestic violence train" please chec
Stop Blaming And Start Fixing
I have some questions. Questions that I feel if we should ask others and ourselves. Questions that as a society we should not have to ask. Here they are in no particular order of importance. Does anyone else notice the complete childishness in Washington D.C during an election? Everyone seems focused on who is right and who is wrong, focused on what they can say to get the power they want. However, no one seems to be actually in touch with reality. Republicans point fingers and turn their noses up at Democrats, and Democrats do the same thing to Republicans. They both spin each others words to make the other sound like a fool. But you want to know what I hear? I hear a bunch of spoiled children arguing over whose toys and game is better. It makes them both sound like fools. The fact is they all think they are right all the time and you can’t tell them different. Does that sound like an adult? Not to me. It sounds like a spoiled child. When are we going to stop worrying about “the
Stop The Abuse
Stop Playing Games!!!!
I think I am too damn old to deal with the games that grown men want to play. If you want my number, ask for it. If you are going to give me yours, GIVE ME YOU HOME NUMBER!!! Not your cell phone number with restrictions. Not your work number. Just give me the number without the disclaimer. If you live with your mama, say so. If you live with your baby's mama, let me know so there won't be any unnecessary drama. If you have a slew of kids, don't deny them on my account...claim them...ALL of them!!!! Hell, I don't give a damn how many kids you have!!! I am not trying to marry you, but lying about them isn't going to help any. Don't ask for sex when you first meet me...ain't gonna happen. Playing mind games isn't going to loosen my legs either. There is no need to challenge that because you will lose. You will get what I allow you to get. So...Stop with the fucking games!!!
Stop Trying
Her name is Kristen Biggs! She's only 19 years old, but acts like she's 5. She has made fake mysapce profiles so she can find out what some people are doing. She's a lyer! She told De lies and his family too. Than she started lying to me like I don't know whats going on. I was told by her other ex's that she would stalk him for up to 6 months after she dumps him. Which she has been. I am getting sick of her always finding me and De online everywhere we go. She even got kicked off FuBar for stalking us, and now she has a 2nd profile! Again with the bulls*it! The first thing I hear when Dewitt and I walk in the damn door: "did she dress you again?" When I snaped and said NO, I got told not to f*&^ing snap! Yes I will f*&^ing snap at you, I don't need to dress Dewitt, he's 24 years old, he can damn well dress himself without me saying or doing anything! You asumming that I make him wear things makes an @$$ out of you, not me. Tha when we walk into the smoker's room his mother had to wal
Stop The Hate
You can go to : http://www. petitiononline. com/seg5130/petition. html and sign the petition to re-open Prop 8. There are already over 37,000 signatures... Don't give matter what... There are still up to 3 million (or more) absentee and provisional ballots to be counted.. they have 35 days to match all the signatures and validate the absentee ballots... The fat lady hasn't sung it ain't over.... Prop 8 takes away the rights of gays and lesbians, it makes us second rate citizens..This is no better than seperating the blacks from the white, women from men..Women how would you feel if you could not vote..That was the case not too long ago? To those of you who had family who had to ride at the back of the bus, drink from differnet fountains..Would YOU want that again? What is next branding us and seperating us from heterosexuals? Do we not love? Do we not have feelings? Do we not bleed the same color, breathe the same air? The sanctity of marriage...Is t
Stop Child Abuse!
My name is Chris I am three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlies bar I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes Im so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault markus krom: He suffers at work He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door Hes already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With
Stop Child Abuse
stop telling me that your single and you cant find no one because no one wants you you choose to be single because other people dont fit your image people are so damn picky about every single thing about a person any more they forget to look whats in the persons heart and how well they treat that person iam just tire of a few people who shoutbox me it was ok for a bet but damn now its starting to piss me off so stop
Stop This Now!!!
TAX Alert: Fools Rush in where Angels Fear to Tread? The Obama Administration Is Destroying the Free Enterprise System Keep sending your Faxes to STOP this "phony stimulus" plan. Americans are finding out what is in the "phony stimulus" plan and want it changed or stopped. Washington politicians need to get it as well and you must tell them. Your faxes and phone calls are beginning to work and some are listening. A Gallop shows that 54%, a majority of voters, do not think the plan will do anything to help and that a better solution is needed. Beware: This Email May Make You Sick. We are being told that the $850 billion so-called "stimulus" plan being discussed in Congress would be to prop up our failing economy? Do not forget for a moment the fact that this "phony economic stimulus" can never work or that it's unconstitutional. But isn't the intent of any economic stimulus plan to stimulate the failing economy? Borrowing money will not stimulate the Economy. Obama
Stop Your Bitchin
That moment you realize he loves you as much as you love him .... but you both are still too afraid to say it out loud is wonderful! You feel soo excited you think you might physically be sick, then you see him looking at you, and you both smile. THATS when you know , this is the begining of WONDERFUL! (I Love you Baby!) stop cryin in your drink and realize that its shit like that that is the reason you are crying in your drink ! Shut up, have fun and enjoy what you have! If you dont have what you want, go after it , but tactful, but firm, and most of all dont be a stupid bitch ! ........ "You get what deserve in life, not what you want !"
Stop Using If You Have Pets
If u have pets please do not use this on your floors. It has been proven to cause liver damage and even kill your pets.
Stop By & See Why He's So 11s On
autos on for the 1st time ever he has 2.5 mil until he reaches godfather status with over 1000 pics to rate & a folder 2 be bombed IRR3SiSTiBL3 *AkA Mr. vAiN ~ OWNER OF FU-GROUPIES~@ fubar this bully brought 2 u by: ~Ch3rrYLiSciOuS~OWNER OF FU-GROUPIES~Pu$$yCatPlaymate~OWNED ALWAYS BY IRR3SiSTiBL3~@ fubar & ƒℜεακŠt★ℜ~Pu$$yCatPlayMateBB~☆h0n3ym00n3r 2 tWeek☆@ fubar
Stop Violence Against Men And Children
Stop Thinking The Voices In Your Head Are Driving Me Crazy
MY pen it writes Pushed only by a fool Knowing how but not what to write My words are not strong not really aware Hidden in time never wanting to care 
Stop And Think
Sometimes we really need to stop and think, "DO the people in our lives really know how we feel about them". Yesterday I recieved a call from a friend I haven't spoken to in five years, he called me from the hospital, barely able to talk. He wanted me to know that he was admitted for an overdose and wasn't feeling too great! He had called me a while back and I was too busy to call him back. Dustin was my friend, my first kiss, my first boyfriend! He meant a lot to me, he was by my side through all my years of foster care and was always there to hold me when I cried. How could I have been too busy for someone who dropped their world for me? He had the worst parents you could imagine, I think they actually hated him! Last night we only talked about five minutes but it was heart breaking. He sounded like and 80 year old man, all out of breath and weazing! I held back tears as I told him I was soooo sorry for ignoring him! I told him I would call him back today, well he didn't make it to h
Stop With The Bs..
Stop The Democrats Plans For The Free Market
Thirty-eight years ago, the federal government nationalized passenger rail lines, creating the National Railroad Passenger Corporation, better known as Amtrak. At the time, it was expected to be profitable within three years. Almost 4 decades later, the original $340 million investment of public funds has grown to $30 billion, with no profitability in sight. Last Monday, General Motors was forced to declare bankruptcy. No matter how much the President spins GM's bankruptcy as good for the economy, it is nothing more than another government grab of a private company and another handout to the union cronies who helped bankroll his presidential campaign. President Obama will now own 60 percent of GM, and his union buddies will own almost 20 percent. And what do we -- the American taxpayers --get? We're stuck with up to a $50 billion tab for the taxpayer dollars Obama is using to pay for his takeover of GM. General Motors needed restructuring, and it has been clear for months that ban
Stop Sweating
Sweating is natural phenomenon. But excessive sweating isn’t natural as well as good for health. It causes lot of inconvenience to the persons suffering from it. The most worrying factor is odor combined with the sweating. The bad odor is produced because of the presence of bacteria in our body.Employing antiperspirants is one of the methods to stop sweating. These antiperspirants consist of aluminum salts which stops the sweat produced in the ducts. The only setback of using the antiperspirants to stop sweating is the skin irritation caused by it. It may even result in a skin disease called Dermatitis.
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Stop The Stimulus Spending Boondoggle
The Obama Administration is using smoke and mirrors to mask the failure of the Democrats' costly $787 billion "stimulus" bill. First, they said they would spend this money quickly to reinvigorate the economy. But only $151 billion has been spent so far and $185 billion will be spent by year's end. Another $399 billion will be spent next year (just in time for the 2010 mid-term elections) and $134 billion will be spent by the end of 2011 (as the Obama re-elect machine begins). The Democrats latest spin attempt is a report by White House economists claiming the stimulus bill has "created or saved" more than a million jobs since it was enacted in February. Problem is, the Democrats' fuzzy math clearly doesn't jibe with the facts. The reality for countless Americans whose jobs have not been "saved" is they've joined the ranks of the 2.4 million neighbors, friends and family members who have lost their job since Obama signed the "stimulus" into law. The national unemployment rate has ju
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Stop And Read Home
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Stop Abusing The Send A Round Function
~Stop abusing the "send a round" option and Interact with your friends.   From here out I will not send drinks to people who are already shit-faced.   I will send Gifts. I'm so tired of getting and giving drinks when I/They are already shit-faced. It's a waste of time & "fu-bucks" When everyones You know has a full buzz. Not to mention some people need to sober up or hit 50% to level at times. The send a round button was a great addition. And a curse. Stop being lazy. Its not a clickable excuse to be impersonal, lose touch with people and become a friend collector. its a quick and convenient way to send friends and fans drinks. But its not a substitute for interacting with them.   So thats my opinion on it and now you know why your going to get more gifts and less drinks. ^V^
Stop This Shit Right Now, Boys And Girls!!!!
OK...listen up, people. Who thinks it's right, ok, appropriate to hit your significant other or spouse?????  IT IS NEVER OK TO HIT THEM!!!!! OR YOUR KIDS!!!!!!! Men, if you have a testosterone imbalance, or you're just one of those that think you're all that and a box of whupass--- THINK AGAIN! That is, if your neanderthal upbrining/brain will allow you to. You think it's impressive that you either: drive the muscle cars or the trucks?? Or those redneck trucks that double as elevated hunting platforms?? Or how much alcohol you consume??? Or how much pipe you've laid in town??? Or how much you're feared at work-home-the local bar??? How much you make on your job???  How much better you are at keeping up with the "Joneses"???????  Or all the rest of that bullshit you think is so damn important????????  You're NOTHING. You're not worth the dogshit on ANYone's shoes! You are THE most pitiful excuse for a man. A REAL man. Bunch of fucking, stupid, cavemen is what you are. I don't give a fly
I found it interesting. Imagine desolving your history, your name and starting again. Maybe in a super secret underground community that members only go by call name. I think it might be cool...for a bit.
Stop The Crap
I know I have friends here, some closer than others. My true friends know I do not like drama at all. When my ex logged into his fubar account earlier, he had several messages. These were telling him he was an idiot for losing me and doing what he did blah blah blah   I am furious about this. He is still my son's father, we drives me nuts,but it is no one's  place to say anything to him. If I found out someone that claims to be a friend is doing this,I will delete and block you. I am getting very close to taking a long break from this place.   if you like me at all, you would not bring me anymore drama thanks
Stop Pretending
Why? do I act like someone else? Am I not good enough to just be me? Why do I have to expose my body to get attention? Is my mind not good enough? Why do I act like a slut to get attention? Is this the way of the world that I must succumb to? Why do I lie to other human beings? And tell them what they want to hear so I can get what I want? Buy me a drink Buy me this buy me that and I will love you forever. Rate me 11 1/2 and I will be yours forever (LIKE HELL I WILL) I took a look at the top chicks and I was blown away! They look like rejects from the pig farm. Why are they the top chicks? MMMM let's see. Cause they have a paid account? Cause they know how to bullshit people to get want they want. And what they want is to be top chick here. And what do they get for it?????????????????MONEY? NO FAME NO So why do it???? Cause they need the feeling of power. But guess what. You do not have the power. FUBAR just FUCKED you. Your all that on fubar and nothing in real life.
Stop Bullying
The devastated mother of 10-year-old Ashlynn Conner spoke up about the bullying that she says led to her daughter's suicide. Stacy Conner broke down, as she recounted how kids at school and around the neighborhood would tease the girl."They'd call her a slut," said a tearful Conner, "Ashlynn's ugly. She's fat." Conner, a single mother, says it's been going on for years. She knew her daughter was picked on, but she didn't know what to do. They had talked about the bullying before, but Conner says Ashlynn never told her things were this bad. The girl had asked to be home-schooled after coming home Thursday. When her mother said no, Ashlynn's sister found her the next day in a bedroom closet. She had hanged herself with a scarf.
Stop Sopa
The end of the Internet as we know it may be right around the corner — but not if the Mozilla Foundation has anything to say about it. The maker of Firefox, a non-profit organization, haslaunched a campaign to help block the passage of both the ‘Stop Online Piracy Act’ (SOPA) and the ‘Protect IP Act’ (PIPA), each of which may soon go up for a vote in Congress. Those who join the campaign are asked to call their senators and representatives and express their ardent opposition to these bills by this Tuesday.   why is the music and entertainment industry complaining, theres maybe one movie out of how many thats good, one song our of 20 tracks that you can listen to and then they charger so much money to go see a movie in a theater or buy their music even if you downloded.   They should be happy that we are fans enough to listen and watch...its just not enough money for these ppl. when is enough money enough for them?  Now they are taking it out on us and
Stop Wasting The Poors Money
Stop Me If U Can
I believe tht certain people are the cause behind certain happenings take our gov't for instance it's built on lies. The Bush's fought for oil Obahma is Muslam and acourding to inside resorces the U.S. supplied the Nazi's in WWI. I believe the is nucular weapons and ET's behind the walls of area 51 in Navada. The reason pot is illeagal in most states is because the states tht its leagal in dnt have timer dollers. to be cont.
Stop Sequestration
It's time for everyone to speak up and let Congress know they need to do something to stop Sequestration.  If you go to the link at the bottom you can submit three canned letters to President Obama and your representative in Congress.  They must find another solution to cutting the budget, please read up and spread the word!    Thanks, Cindy! ********************************************************************* Unless Congress acts, over $500 billion in new defense cuts will hit our military starting in January.  Secretary Panetta says this "sequestration" budget would devastate our military and "hollow out" the force.  It would also cut critical funding for NASA and FAA, add a full percentage point to the unemployment rate and destroy up to 1.5 million American jobs. Write your Representatives in Congress and urge them to defend our military and our economy from these reckless cuts.  Sequestration would mean: The smallest army since 1950, the smallest navy since 1915, the sma
Stop Domestic Violence By Letting Go!
When I met him he was so beautiful. He was sitting there on my front porch as if a gift from God. He was married but going through a devorce. He didn't wamt anything to do with me. He wanted to be free. At first we were just friends. I flirted with him a lot. Eventually I madr hi realized that he loved me. He was a young man age 27. I was 22. I was in nursing school and had a daughter out of wedlock. He had a drug problem but i believed in him.       He moved into my small appartement right away. There I was supporting myself, my daughter and him while goning to nursing school. It didn"t take long and I was pregnant. Only months into the relationship. He took great joy in making me jelouse. He flirted with women right in front of me. I weighed 279 lbs. I was a biggin! I was very insecure. I kicked him out ojne night after he went to a bar! I insisted I would not be disrespected like that. Little did I know I would be. When he came home he began to kick the door. I didn't know what to
Stop And Enjoy
Why can't people just be happy with what they have, while they have it. When you try to turn something special into more, you change the mixture or the context. Some things in life are meant to be fleeting. Don't try to hold on to something that wasn't meant to last. And stop worrying about when you might lose it. Worrying, wondering or trying to change it, could shorten the lifespan of something wonderful. Accept that you may not get to keep it, and love it with all you can while you have the opportunity. If it's not meant to last, there's nothing you can do but try to prolong the inevitable. If it is meant to last...... It Simply.... Will.
Stop And Enjoy
One dark and misty evening a beautiful young girl stood upon the highest bridge in Tokyo. The bridge overlooked the waters of Tokyo Harbor. The young brown haired girl stood on the opposite side of the guard railing with her arms looped around the underside of the railing. She seemed to be waiting for the right moment to let go. Unbeknownst to her, a man was watching from the shadows. He noticed how she leaned her body forward, carefully releasing one hand off the railing, before quickly regrasping it. The young girl did this several times as if she was torn between life or death. Finally, after an intense internal struggle, the young girl had made her decision. With eyes closed tightly, she inhaled deeply while slowly lifting her fingers one by one off the guard rail. The man who had been quietly observing her knew it was time to make his move. "It's a shame you know," the man uttered softly as he stepped under a dimly lit street lamp on the other side of the railing, "Over the yea
The Story Of A Blind Man.
Story Of My Life
t now christmas time boy the months have passed it seemed like it took forever jus to try to start a new year we struggled wit the pain and with all the tears not knowin what was gona happen that was gona bring more tears the day was xmas eve and the call was fast as light the baby is not breathing i struggled wit all my might i dipped in jus a minute to rush to my baby girl not knowin what had happened not knowin what was goin on the ride was long and painful the wait i dreaded more feeling alone and cold i know that she was gone watchin the doctors in the hallway me hitting the cold floor my body couldnt handle it it couldnt take much more my little tiny angel my only pride and joy why did u do this why did u let her go i knew that she was gone but my mind couldnt deal walkin into the room the sheet over her head i scream and i flip my baby aint dead i cant handle this my heart is totally gone sittin there in that room felt like forever holdin h
Stories & Scraps
This will keep you busy for a while, trying to outsmart your foot, but you can't. 1. While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. 2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction. . . . . . and there's nothing you can do about it! Dear friends... Love and Hugs Sags You can't read THIS and stay in a bad mood! 1. How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit? Unique Up On It. 2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit? Tame Way, Unique Up On It. 3. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest? They Take The Psycho Path. 4. How Do You Get Holy Water? You Boil The Hell Out Of It. 5. What Do Fish Say When They Hit a Concrete Wall? Dam! 6. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice too Long? Polaroid's. 7. What Do You Call a Boomerang That Doesn't work? A Stick. 8. What Do You Call Cheese That Isn't Yours? Nacho Cheese. 9. What Do You Ca
Stormy Thoughts
He's been here a week now... Things seem really good. There are some issues to work on, but they're workable, and He's patient. Which are good things, when you think about it.... Go see the movie "Eragon". If you love Dragons, and almost everyone does, you'll LOVE this movie!!! It was one of the best movies ever, ranks right up there with the "Lord of the Rings" Trilogy.... In my opinion, anyway. Why are you still here??? Go watch the movie!!! *winks* (BTW: My love life still rox, things are going very well.... ) I couldn't sleep, and I had this running through my head, so I got up to see if it'd let me sleep after I typed it out.... Head spinning, thoughts racing, Body restless, hands moving. Emotions surging, churning. Soul feels lost, fights the urge To jump up, stomp feet, Cry loudly, throw things… For what purpose…. To get what’s needed. To end distance, To restart what wasn’t begun, To relight the spark That was lost before it lived. Eyes tear, deep blue pools
The Story Of Snowy
As a general rule, there are few things that I feel strongly enough about to post thoughts for other people to read, but this is one of them, so The Shooter cranks one out. If you have read my profile you know that I am an animal lover and activist whenever neccessary or possible. One day last week my wife comes home with the story of Snowy and relates it to me. Seem that one of the oil-field workers that does some business with their company has a dog to "get rid of". We currently have three rescue dogs in our home and have lost two of our old dogs this year. One of our remaining three is 15 years old, deaf and blind. The poing being that when we take in a dog, we take it in for life regardless of what comes with them such as heartworms, worms, cancer, mange, broken bones and a host of other ailments common to the species. We fix them, make them well and they live with us the rest of their lives. Stay with me here, I'm making a point. This person bought Snowy when she w
The Story....
Someone to appreciate, someone to appreciate me. Someone to share something with. Someone to share everything with. Someone that lights up the room. Someone who makes me smile no matter what. Someone who can hold me all night. Someone sweet. Someone smart. Someone sexy in every way. Someone kind. Someone gentle yet rugged. Someone funny. Someone beautiful inside and out. Someone I can talk to about everything or nothing. Someone different. Someone that doesn't judge right off hand. Someone that gives things a chance. Someone......special.
Hey this is where i will post my more or less gramatically correct stories as i think of them....if you want to read some of my earlier stuff go 2 and search author All the Things in Life. =D luv ya's *kiss* bi!
She sits there alone in the dark. How come they didnt take ME to the park? She gets everythin, and I dont. Every week they buy her somethin nice. A new skirt, shoes..o0o0 how bout them earrings too? What do I get yall may wonder? "Oh could you start the blender!!!" No "Hi sweety, how are you?" No its..."GO GET ME MY SHOES!!!" She sits there and laughs at me. Too cute for her own being. How can she live like that. Shes just a spoiled lil BRAT Somtimes I wish I was like her But the world would be full of horror They say its favortism, and I think they are right They dont even say, "Goodnight." She gets candy and cakes, and money too All's I get is, "GO CLEAN YOUR ROOM!!!" I wish I was never born My sister says the same My parents are just like her...they are all the same I go to school, she has LOTS of friends What do I have...just me and a pen The other girls laugh at me..because she talks behind my back I dont c
Stories That Were Writen For Me
we was just leaving the movies when you said that you wanted something to eat. so i went ahead and drove to the waffle house so we can grab something to eat before we went home. after we got done eating i decided taht i wanted to go to the park. it was late, like around 1130 or 12 but i didnt care. you know that i just love being around you and making you smile. so while i was pulling up in the park i was steadly undressing you with my eyes. i could see the print of your nipples poking out through your shirt, and the print of your pussy bulging through your shorts. at the same time you was also undressing me with your eyes. you saw that my dick was starting to get hard and you just let out a lil smile. i got out of the truck and came to your side so i could open the door for you. i watched as your right leg came out first and then your left leg made the sight look even more beautiful. as we began to walk toward s the benches, i wrapped my arms around you and sta
Stories About Me
The few months feel like a blur. I think that for once in my life I can honestly say I wasted a lot of time. It will just be another cut out in the calender of my life. A section that I can pretend didn't exist, and maybe I can get my life back on track and normalized. I'm hoping to be moving in the spring. It will be good for me. Because when I'm here, in this town, I feel like I'm stuck in this black hole. That's what Battle Ground is, a place people go to waste their lives. People amaze me, and not in a good way. I don't know why I try to make an effort at something that obviously means nothing now to anyone except me. And boys are still stupid... I'm sorry if I haven't responded to something that you wrote or if I'm not on here as much...I haven't really been in a lost cherry mood... so, an update, California was a lot of fun...I'm really happy that I sucked it up and went out to see Justin, he's always a good friend, a pro at cheering me up, getting my mind of thi
Stories - Funny!
A young couple, married just a couple of weeks, returned from their honeymoon to face the beginning of their new lives. The next morning, the husband woke up, showered, dressed and made his way to the kitchen where he saw his new wife crying. So the husband inquired, "What's wrong, Honey?" "Well, I came down here this morning to surprise you with a big breakfast, but I can't cook or clean." The husband smiled his biggest smile and said, "There, there sweetie! I don't care that you can't cook and clean. Come on up to the bedroom, and I'll show you what I'd like for breakfast." So, off they went to the bedroom. That afternoon, the husband came home for lunch to find his new wife crying again in the kitchen. "What's wrong now, Sweetie?" "Well, the same thing as this morning. I came in here to make you something for lunch, and I just can't cook." Again the husband smiled and said, "Why don't you come back up to the bedroom and I'll have my lunch there!" So of
The Story
I'm rarely online, but I do come here to check and see what's new. Hope all is well - peace. Anna
i meet this hunky man who Ive only talked to online when r eyes meet u can feel the sexual tension we embrace & the feel of his hot breath on my neck sends chills all the way to my toes when I look back into his eyes, he kisses me softly, gentle so I am left wondering if r lips really touched at all he runs his hand down my face & turns my chin up to look at him in that moment nothing else matters, just the two of us, the only man & woman on the face of the earth, like time is standing still, everything is holding its breath waiting to see what r next move will be I want him, I want him so bad I can already taste him but I am scared to give in, I have so much to lose if I give into him, but I know if I dont give into him I will roam the earth the rest of my life with reguit. The look in his eyes tells me he wants me to, but he's waiting for me to decide I dont wanna live with reguit so I lift my arms up and around his shoulders pulling him to me the minute r lips touch I f
The Story Of Me............
Thanksgiving Song By: Adam Sandler Love to eat turkey Love to eat tur-r-rkeyyyy Love to eat turkey cuz its good I love to eat turkey like a good boy should cuz its turkey to eat so good Turkey for me turkey for u lets eat the turkey in a big brown shoe love to eat the turkey at the table i once saw a movie with Betty Grable Eat the turkey all night long 50 million Elvis fans cant be wrong Turkey-lurkey doo turkey lurkey dat i eat that turkey then i take a nap a special night Jimmy Walker used to say DYNOMITE THATS RIGHT Tukey with gravy and the cranberries cant believe the Mets traded Darrel Strawberry Turkey for u and turkey for me cant believe Tyson gave that girl VD OOOOO white meat and dark meat u just cant lose i fell off my Moped and i got a bruise Turkey in the oven and the buns in the toaster i'll neva take down my Sherrel Tiggs poster Wrap the turkey up in aluminum foil my brother likes to maste
Whats your sex style? Erotic Sex StyleKissing, touching...pulling hair...handcuffs...whatever goes in your bedroom or backyard...truck...neighbors bedroom even! Its lights, camera ...ACTION BABY! Take this test You are suave. You are attractive both psyically and mentally. You use your abilities to attract anyone you desire. 'What is your seduction style?' at I worked at a summer camp for 5 years. We had a staff of 24 girls and 4 guys. The camp is located in northern Iowa on a beautiful lake. Obviously the odds were in the guys favor and who was I to complain about that. We stayed rather busy during the days working our various jobs and usually didn't have time to ourselves until after 7 PM each day. When we did get some time we usually headed off camp to enjoy the different places and events around the lake. Sometimes, however, on particularly hot evenings some of us would go swimming down at our beach. One of the girls that worked at the camp my last y
Story Behind My Pic!
Ok, so the story to that pic goes like this... I was married. To a guy named Brandon. I am bisexual and as a way to keep things fresh, and to abort some other issues that will not be named here, we had 3 somes and 4 somes. Well Kristol, who's brother married my step cousin, moved in with us for awhile. She thinks i'm hot, Brandon thinks everything with a clit is hot. Well I found out that they were fucking. And that she was pregnant by him. WHile both of them were living there off my dime. Neither of them worked and I worked two jobs.And I took care of the house and my 2 kids that live with me. So of course I got some black mail pics, I.E. that pic. Brandon and Kristol are still together now, and their baby is not well and they lost custody of her. Brandon has cheated on her with over 10 girls in the past year and got her sister and best friend pregnant as well. You get what you deserve dirty bitches! ~~~~UPDATE~~~~~ Her sister lied.. sleazy chicks.. go fig. My ex's bab
Here I am at work. standing and chatting with a co-worker, when I feel a light touch moving up my leg. I thought nothing of it, because the co-worker I was chatting with was dress very provocatively and she is very hot! Of course, whenever I see her I feel a slight stirring in my pants,thus the light movement in my pant leg was probably from that blood movement to my crotch. She always talked about the women she dated which always made her that much hotter to me. She had never mentioned any men in her social life, so I assumed she was only into women. Much to my chagrin. She is a perfect female~~ at least for me~~ She is a busty, voluptuous redhead with a great sense of humor and very intelligent and a smile that makes me shutter. We have had drinks as colleagues before and there was/is always some causal friendship flirtations but never led anywhere but me returning home taking a shower and relieving my tension by my lonesome, but with dreams of her in my shower with me. Anyway
I stood nervous on the porch waiting for her to answer the door..... My heart was pounding cause this was the first time I would be laying eyes on her, you see my friend set me up with her cause I owed him a favor....... The heavy door slowly opened and there before my eyes stood this angelic figure of a woman, long flowing hair, perfectly shaped lips and eyes that would melt the polar ice caps...... "Hi I'm Tom" I stuttered..... "Hi I'm CJ" she replied, "Won't you come in".... I followed this near perfrect woman inside wondering to myself why she was so alone on a weekend night... This kinda beauty is never left by themselves...... As we made our way to the livingroom, I noticed that the house was dimmly lit and the mood was romantic with soft music playing in the background......I could not take my eyes off of her and she was the same way....... For the next three hours we ate danced talked laughed and had a good time..... As the evning turned to late night I felt it was time to leav
Stories...working On The Book
The Beginning of Jabba the Slut Every Crew Chief has their beginning but as for every single one of them their beginnings are completely different from one another and this is the story of Jabba the Slut Jabba the Slut was born to Billy Bob and Sally Sue in the back of their red and white trailer. Jabba the Slut was born in the town of Jiggling Lardoville. At the first sight of their daughter both Billy Bob and Sally sue felt overwhelmingly nauseous and had to begin throwing up as a natural reflex to seeing such a horrific sight such as Jabba the Slut. By the end of that very same day Jabba the Slut was already up for adoption by the Sad and Rejected Children Corporation. By the time Jabba the Slut was 5 years old she hadnt been adopted yet because she had become unnaturally fat and grotesquely huge. The Sad and Rejected Children Corporation was having a tough time getting anyone to adopt Jabba the Slut so they opted to auction her off to the highest bidder. There were very
Story Time
When I close my eyes my thoughts drift to you. Sitting together, our bodies on edge from the tension. Wanting to touch one another, to feel that spark ignite that makes the heart speed up and slow down at the same time. You take my hand in yours, intertwining our fingers together and giving a gentle squeeze. I look over and our eyes meet and I feel the breath catch in my chest. You tug on my hand and say, "come here." Smiling I raise up on my knees and straddle your lap, "what do you want?" You let go of my hand and place both palms on the top of my thighs, looking down at them as you slide them up to my hips and around my backside. One hand holding my ass firmly the other trails up my spine to the back of my neck. As my body opens to yours I feel the flesh around my nipples start to tighten, making my nipples go hard, and that familiar ache between my legs come to life. Using the hand resting against my neck, you lower my face towards yours, stopping half way and causing a whimper of
The Story Of All That Is And Was
cruelty is my name and my mother pride my brother is chivalry but my brother has died anger is my name and my father is heart but those known as emotions pulled my father apart evil is my name and my maker is man and my brother is god and my nest is his land hate is my name im addicted to race my companion is ration but he can never keep pace birth is my name and my parent is death i give the anguish and they give the rest hell is my name i spawned off of you look deep inside it has to be true
A Story I Wrote...
Several months have passed and the time has finally arrived for us to take our first trip together. I know you get carsick so as I load up the truck, in the back of my mind I hope that you're able to sleep on the way. Not only do I want you to be rested, I still haven't told you where I'm taking you. I hope that you sleep right up to the moment we turn off the highway onto that windy rode down to the lake. As I finish putting in the last suitcase you come out with that huge smile, still begging me to tell you where we're going. I just smile and say you'll see soon baby. As dawn sets I lean over and whisper wake up honey, we're here. As you open your eyes, I hear that sexy voice say, I'm sorry baby did I sleep the whole way? As I lean over and kiss your lips I just smile and say, thats why we left at night honey. I wanted you to. As I take your hand and walk towards the cottage I am amazed at how beautiful this place is. I'm not sure if its because I was in the desert so long or what bu
eyes widen as she awakens to her new life another of His property...this one hand picked by her new sister, she wears a piece of scarlet leather around her neck hiding the marks of her new life....He gave her immortality as He did her sister onyx...He loves her as he loves the one He first brought here to the Island...onyx fell for her new sister during a trip to the world in which they go to feed...upon returning home she told her Master about her desire to have someone to spend time with when He is away...returning from His last trip she came home with Him and slept till today when He awoke her and placed His marks upon her unmarred skin and then placed the collar upon her neck...she smiled to Him and then to her new sister...she now felt at ease and at home Well Master i will start by walking into the room fresh from a hot shower, clean of the days worries and slowly with my eyes lowered to the floor as You have commanded come to You. i stop before You and i feel Your hand come ou
Last night had to be one of the most terrifying nights of my life, i almost lost one of my Godsisters, Ofelia. I don't know what exactly happened, but Chris, the dad, said the grandma had just finished feeding Ofelia. For those of you who don't know, Ofelia was born 5 months premature and she has a lot of medical problems like seizures, she cannot eat real food, she cant walk, cant speak, she will have learning disabilities all her life, she is fed throgh a tube in her stomache. But she is still a wonderfull baby to take care of and play with. Anyways, they had just finished feeding her when all of the sudden she got real woozy and suddenly turned blue, then purple, and suddenly stopped breathing. The ambulance was called and Ofelia was rushed to St. Joesph's Hospital, at that time i had already been contacted with the rest of the family and raced like a bat out of hell to get to the hospital. The baby didnt breath for a whole hour and was pronounced dead at 11:42 pm yesterday. te
A Story I Inspred....
Stories I Wrote
I awake to the sounds of footsteps in the hall outside my bedroom. I glance quickly around the room to make sure that everything is acceptable. I am shocked with myself for falling asleep, knowing that you would be here any moment. The door opens and you are standing there in all black holding your familiar bag. A shiver of excitement and terror cause goosebumps on my skin. Patiently, I have waited for what seems like an hour for you to arrive. You never say when you are coming, only that I should be ready. I am just as you wanted me: Nude, my hair loose, and in bed with my legs slightly spread. The only cover you allow is a thin sheet. You walk into the room and say nothing. My heartbeat is thumping in my ears and I am so nervous that I gasp at your sudden movement. You don't say a word as you remove the sheet from my body. I suddenly stammer "I've missed you, Sir." And immediatley curse myself for doing so. You look down at me and I can tell that you are very angry. I hurry off o
Story Time
I hear your voice and I open my eyes slowly I’m again lying in the bed. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re running your hand across my cheek. “Are you OK” “What happened” I ask “You were dreaming I came in and you were crying Thank you Master” “Then it did not really happen?” “What did not happen?” “I used the mind trainer.” “Well let’s just see if you did you horny cum loving slut” You help me out of the bed, holding out an outfit, you tell me to dress. It is not the usual outfit; this one is a navy blue box pleat mini skirt, a white blouse with the top 3 buttons missing, and knee high white tights. The skirt while short is not tight, but the blouse is and my breasts, encased in a push-up bra that leaves little to the imagination, are very visible. You apply my makeup cotton candy color lip stick pink blush, light blue eye shadow, and brown eye liner. My hair which has been grown long is put in pig tails. “Now your daddy’s pretty girl” you tell me. “Where
An erotic night in which she had planned As I gave in to her every demand Her skin like milk and body so cold My soul once mine has now been sold Her eyes they glowed in the pitch black room With a smile on her face to seal my doom Her nails so sharp she scraped down my chest My blood then trickled onto her breasts We shared our blood in the passion and fire A taste so sweet that we both now desire I can see her face in every candle flame All I ask is to know her name I knew right then we were meant to be because the girl I loved was cursed like me For she hates the morning and loves the night Our lust increase's by the fires light She hunts like an animal as she stalks her prey For the victim she gets will never see another day She fed on the innocent and her feelings were blind Until she confronted another of her kind It was I she had met and with no regret We pierced each other to start the bloodlet Our wounds so deep the blood would not
Ah, the pursuit of love. Love is our greatest source of happiness and it does not have to depend on random chance. So let us begin the search. The search for that perfect mate is really a quest for wholeness - a completion of oneself. Finding your soul mate is what true seekers of love wish for. It is believed that soul mates were created together in the beginning and share a unique destiny. Perhaps created as one, they were separated into two spheres of being-one in a masculine polarity and the other in a feminine polarity-but each with the same pattern of divine identity. Their tie is eternal, and after they have found each other they will be together forever. But not all the beautiful and soul fulfilling loves stories are those of finding your one true love. Some believe we can have many soul mates. Soul mates sometimes share a complementary calling in life. They are partners and helpmates who are often working to develop the same virtues and fulfill the oneness that is so
Thomas was disgruntled to say the least. His sex life wasn't the greatest in the world. He had watched lots of porn flicks and saw so many things he wanted to try, but he could never get his girlfriend Kate to experiment. He couldn't believe what a prude she was. All he wanted to do was spice up their love life a little and she wouldn't play ball. Kate was stunning to look at though. She had a figure that just wouldn't quit and long black hair. When she rode him, she would swish her hair across her ass so she could get more out of him. She seemed satisfied with the way things were, but Thomas still wished she were a little wilder. He would fantasize about taking her forcefully from behind, thrusting his rock hard manhood in her like a jackhammer. Her face would contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She would scream and cuss and encourage him to go harder as she rabidly tore at her plump and perky breasts with her right hand. Her left hand would firmly grip the arm of the couch as
The Story Of A Vampire
The Story of a Vampire In this coffin lay me down -- Let my spirit rest; And upon your sweet return grant my last request. Long my footsteps wandered here in the dark of night; It has been eight hundred years since I glimpsed the light. Lately in this solitude I have sought a clue As to why I torture my deadened heart with you. What good is the lovely night for eternity If my dearest love will die and abandon me? This, my safe, my darkened tomb forces us apart; Kiss me, Love, then drive the stake through my broken heart. These are the words that course threw my mind as I remember that fateful night. The night that you turned me into what I am. The night you turned my mortality in for immortality without my consent. The night I became something I had never heard of. A creature of the night. No longer a human being. I am now something that is undead living among those with a pulse! It was the night of my best friends dbutante ball. We didn't
Story Of A Vampire
The Story of a Vampire In this coffin lay me down -- Let my spirit rest; And upon your sweet return grant my last request. Long my footsteps wandered here in the dark of night; It has been eight hundred years since I glimpsed the light. Lately in this solitude I have sought a clue As to why I torture my deadened heart with you. What good is the lovely night for eternity If my dearest love will die and abandon me? This, my safe, my darkened tomb forces us apart; Kiss me, Love, then drive the stake through my broken heart. These are the words that course threw my mind as I remember that fateful night. The night that you turned me into what I am. The night you turned my mortality in for immortality without my consent. The night I became something I had never heard of. A creature of the night. No longer a human being. I am now something that is undead living among those with a pulse! It was the night of my best friends dbutante ball. We didn't
Story Ideas
Who are you!? The question so simple, yet the answer so complex and soul changing. Jessica had heard that question as a young 17 year old girl on the edge of consciousness one night. She couldn't answer it.
Jasmine and Austin have been going out since 7th grade. Five years later, they are in 11th grade and Jasmine has been thinking about breaking up with him. One Friday afternoon, on their 5th anniversary, Jasmine and Austin where talking over the phone. *The phone rings at Jasmine's house* Jasmine: Hello?? Austin: Hey baby girl!! How's it going?? Jasmine: Alright... You? Austin: Pretty good. Are you still up for the movies?? Jasmine: I'm sorry I can't go. I promised my little sister that I would take her out to eat today. Austin: That sucks. Jasmine: I'm really sorry. Austin: It's alright. Can you go out tomorrow then?? Jasmine: I cant. Sorry but I have to go with Alyssa and her boyfriend to the mall. Austin: You know, it seems like you have been avoiding me these past few days. First you can't go out to dinner with me because you have a paper due. Then you can't come over because you are too tired, and today during passing periods, you totally
Stories I Have Written 18+ Only
Schoolboy Crush.. part 3.. 18+ As the last wave came from them both, he released his bite on her neck. Lowering her to the floor, he removed the spreader bar and carried her off to her bed. As she lay there in his arms, he kissed her full of passion, for the very first time. Schoolboy Crush part 3.. Between the mix of quick bites on the other's bottom lip and the probing of their tongues full on, they kissed for what seemed like an hour. But in reality was much longer as, daybreak had begun. Lost inside their heated passions, time really wasn't revelant to either of them. Rick pulled her close to him and allowed her to rest. He knew she was exhausted, as he had worked her quite well that night. As Dana slept, Rick began to study her even further. Taking in all of her womanly curves, from the curve of her brow, to the tips of her ideal toes. His mind racing as he did. How did he manage to have this woman, one of so many of his dreams and deep set desires, lying there in
Story From The Yakuza Game
Ok i Decided to Add Some Stories From the Sega's own Game '' Yakuza its a 8.1 rewiew game Really fun but the poin its the storyline -Respect yourself Kazuma Kiriu(the main Character) is trying to Find out why His Clan has been Breaking off.So his Friend Date(Detective date the same man who arested him 10 years ago)is Investigating also the case. So one Day Reina the Owner of a Bar Calls '' Kazuma'' Because Detective Date was Drinking alot so Kazuma Decided to see WHtas up. When he arrived Date was Sleeping on the bar Counter. When The phone Rang!!! It Was Date's Daughter Saya She was mad Because her Father never Have time for her. Reina Mentioned that they had to meet at a Park. Arriving at the Park 2 Girls aproached Kazuma, asking if he whanted to have Fun with them, but no rough Stuff. So Kazuma declined it Because they were young and he does not take advantage of people. When the girls wore leaving he heard her name '' Saya'' Wasting no time he asked her Wh
Stories, Tales, And Lies, With More Than A Few Exagerrations
I used to think I wasnt good enough… To keep the years at bay To make it through these incessant summers... Spiked with that relentless blind & burn Leading me into this impending fall... just to leave me ostracized, with little if any hope of salvation... And that Moment Of Clarity I was on the verge of translating through my heart and eyes... It just fell apart inside my imagination, and I can only grasp at the fragments, as they float up, out of my reach and turn toward the sky J. Alexander Its almost funny, how I used to sit awake for days... With nothing particulary good or inspiring to say But there was no one around me very much I hate myself for how long I continuesly damaged my spirit everyday I stayed Because in the end, the price was so high I had to pay And I could feel my heart breaking in 3 places simultaneously... Watching that tear roll of her cheek, as she turned to walk away from me that day   Words By: Jason M. Alexander
Stories By Me
One night, whilst I sat before my computer screen smacking my nuts with a jackhammer, a woman walked through my backdoor. She was tall, blonde, and smelled like cherries. She walked up to me and blinked her deep blue eyes at me, "I'm Jessica and I'm here to fulfill all your dreams.", she said. I looked her up and down ponderously before responding, "My dreams would not be something you'd want to fulfill.", I stated calmly hoping she understood my seriousness. "Oh I think I can handle it baby.", she said sounding so innocent I almost felt bad for her....almost. I stood up to my full height, which made her seem much shorter with her eyes only coming up to just below my chin. I grabbed her around the waist and dragged her to me chest to chest. She smiled up at me with those pools of sky blue for eyes filled with such sweet innocence that I actually took a moment to consider not going through with my plan...but that only lasted a moment. As she smiled at me I spoke to her quietly, "Yo
Stories, Parables & Fables
Every evening the plucky Skunk went to the brook to look for his supper. It was hard work, but with patience, the Skunk usually came home with a meal. "You are foolish," said the Raccoons. "Why do you work so hard for your food? Come forage with us through the garbage cans behind the fine homes of the people. It is easy!" "No thank you," said the Skunk. "I prefer to catch my own supper." And with the hoots of the Raccoons ringing in his ears, he trundled off to the brook. As the summer progressed, the Skunk became a skilled hunter while the Raccoons grew fat and lazy. One evening, the Skunk heard a chorus of crying Raccoons outside his door. "What's wrong?" asked the Skunk. "Is something the matter?" "The people have locked their garbage cans!" cried the Raccoons. "We have no supper." "You see?" said the Skunk, "I hate to say I told you so, but..." His voice trailed off while all the Raccoons glared at him. The Skunk went back and finished his dinner. He threw the scra
Stories Written For Me
By Sir CritterSir Critter@ CherryTAP Recently, you have bean more disobedient and you know you will be punished. Nervously you enter the room, unsure what will happen. "You are a bad girl Jessie," I say. "Like a dog you must be punished." You look at Me defiantly and stick out your tongue. SMACK! The palm of My hand slaps your face HARD. You begin to cry and your makeup begins to smear on your face. I direct you to a large dog kennel in the middle of the room. You crawl into the kennel and I lock the door. I walk away. Within a few minutes I return with a rolled up garden hose. I begin unrolling the hose and then I turn it on. I start spraying you with cold water, ignoring your screams as the water pelts your skin. After a while, I stop. I ask you, "Are you ready to behave Jessie?" You whimper slightly and then angrily you shout. "You're an asshole!" I slap your face HARD !!! Tears stream down your face as I reach forward and grab a clump of your
Stories From A Psychotic Thought
so, in my intro to shakespeare class, we have to read one shakespeare book a week. dumbass me forgot about how many days i had so on tuesday i read over 100 pages of "the taming of the shrew" and still didnt finish (i gave up at 10 pm). after i was done, i had an almost uncontrollable urge to speak in iambic pentameter. in class, when we were talkin about the book and watching clips of the BBC version and some other better version, i realized i was slowly thinkin in imabic pentameter. lol by the end of the semester, i'm sure i could almost imitate shakespeare, so i'm going to challenge myself. i'm gonna try to write a story, not a play, in iambic pentameter. it's going to be hard but i'm sure i could do it. now then, i need ideas...any suggestions? last night, i dreamed for like the 1st time in AGES. i saw myself and ttwo other people i knew, and one i didnt know. i believe i was with 2 other girls and one guy...the guy i knew, girl 2 was someone i didnt know but apperantly
I finally get it, I said to myself. Sitting in the large stark white bedroom all alone. The room has two doors, one window and a bed in it. It seems so large when you sitting in the room on the bed. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed in deep thought when my revelation came to me. It had been a week of much stress and turmoil not just in my personal life but my professional life as well. I was fired from my job which actually was a blessing in disguise as during the same week I was offered my dream job. Being a co-owner of a business was my dream. I wanted to own this business where me and my business partner would visit different clients and give business advice. We would advise them on financial and other business matters. Now finally I get to live my dream. As for my personal life, things were really rough this week. We had been fighting all week long, torn on the direction of what color to paint the living room. As silly as it sounds, we are two passiona
Stories I Write.
Greg finally made it home from work. It had been an unusually long day and he was tired. He walked into his modest two-bedroom apartment, loosened his tie, and kicked off his shoes. He walked to the refrigerator, pulled out a beer, and the pizza box left over from last night, and then he went back to his home office and set his dinner down on his desk. He pushed the button on his computer, opened up the beer, and went to his bedroom to change clothes while it booted up. He changed into a pair of shorts that he probably wouldn’t ever wear outside of the house. They had paint stains on them, and a hole in a rather embarrassing spot, right in the front, but they were comfortable. He put on a tank top that was in about the same shape. On his way out of the room, he saw himself in the full-length mirror. He was in his forties, and if anyone was asked to guess his age, they usually hit it within a couple of years. His hair was turning gray in a few spots. Not in the way that made him
Story Of Our Broken Souls
Why is it that whenever I start to feel happy i then realize that i am going to be alone for the rest of my life? nobody is going to love me or want me for who i am they just will for dont get me wrong i LOVE sex.. but i am getting tired of being played and used and shoved around by all these macho chauvanistic assholes. i think i deserve to be treated with respect. Oh i feel so much better now that i vented Attempting to do my work..... Not going so good.... I havent even finished my new resume and cover letter... these need to be done.... i at least tried... thats all that matters.... anyways... i was hoping on getting a lot of friends and messages.. so if you like what you see guys or girls hit me up
I just love aggressive women. The ones that know exactly what they want and don't hesitate to go after it. That’s what was happening to me. All I did was knock on her door. The next thing I know I'm being dragged in and pushed up against the wall. After my initial shock, I got a good look at her. She’s standing there in next to nothing with a sexy predatory smile on her face. It’s the kind of smile that says she's going to get what she wants, how she wants it. It made my cock stiffen instantly. I look down at her and grin. "Erin? Is there something I can do for you?" "Bet your sweet ass there is!!" and then she was pressed up against me pulling my head down and kissing my lips with a fierce intensity I'd never seen in her before. Needless to say I loved it!!! Her hands started to roam around my body. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her as our tongues danced wildly, licking and tasting the insides of each others mouths. My own hands weren't idle. They came up to her neck and
After pulling into a parking space, he turna and kisses her full on the mouth, causing her pussy to throb. Looking her in the eye, he said, "Let's go upstairs!" She nods and the two walked arm in arm up the stairs. Once inside the apartment, tries to pull off his jeans. "Let me see your cock, please," she implores, as he playfully keeps her from getting to it. Pulling her close, he asks, "Would you do anything to have my cock?" "Yes, yes, anything," she begs, "just let me have it, please!!!" Letting her go, she is right at his groin, pulling it out to her eager mouth. But only this time, he doesnt want to cum in her mouth, he wants her pussy! He leads her into the bedroom, where he orders her to strip as he lays back on the bed watching as she strips off her clothes. Seeing the big erect cock on his stomach, she leans down and tries to put itin her mouth, but he pushes her away and laughs, "So you want some of it," as he takes it in his hand and gives it a few quick jerks She reaches
Mistress was away on business and left me home alone. Before she left she decided to tease me to no end by playing with me for 3 solid hrs before getting up and walking out there door leaving me on the floor on the verge of climax. She would be gone for 3 days by the time i saw or heard from her again and i couldnt take it. I searched the house for something to releive this tension she had built up but found nothing i could use. I went into the bedroom to the toy chest Which i knew i wasnt to ever use without Mistress instructing me too and i pulled out some of my favorite toys.Mistress always left the spare keys in the same place when she left just in case. So it didnt occur to me to check for them before i started taking toys out to use. I dug around the chest and found my legirons a locking ball gag My favorite butt blug and my harness before sitting on the bed to put it all on. I started with the leg irons making sure to double lock them and make sure they were plenty
Stories From The Road
As long as my Mistress is the open road. Doing her bidding as I run yet another load I guess happiness and love I will never know Because I am always on the go. I only go home to see my son Because a home is no home when empty and there is no love and you know no one That is not something easily a trucker can change When never there a life he can arrange. The best I can hope for is a waitress’s smile Before heading back out and burning up another few hundred miles. Never no time for visiting or a rest That damn Mistress the road is always putting me to the test She says to me what do you think your trying to do. .live life and have fun I have another load with which you must run. So off I go spending another night all alone. Weary and tired down to the bone. The sleeper of this truck can on the hottest day of summer seem so cold With no one to touch, love and hold. Did you ever stop to think exactly all a truck driver has to do without.. All those same speci
Story 1
So there i was, just chillin in a forest. When out of nowhere A tree pimp slappend me with a branch. And i was like "WTF!" And it was like "LMAO, You talk in chat form!" So i was all "Bitch! So do you!" And so like i pulled out a lighter and started to smoke a blunt. ANd the tree was like "Pass that shit" And i said "Fuck U tree!" SO he picked me up with a branch And fuckin ate me! True story.
Story 2
So there i was, Going to the deli To get a sub. When this baby said " Let me get a dollar" And i said " I only got enough for my sandwich!" Then the baby reached into his pocket and pulled out a used diaper and threw it at me! So i was like " Hey baby, dont make me kick your ass!" Then the Diaper Exploded on my pants, Then i passed out and the baby took my money & and my socks! True story!
Story 3
So There I Was, Just Spiking The Egg Nog On Christmas Eve. When This Dreidel Was All " Hey Bitch Give Me A Shot" So I Was Like " Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I Made You Out Of Clay! Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel Your Really Fucking Gay!" Thats When The Dreidel Sprouted Arms And Drowned Me In The Spiked Egg Nog True Story!
A Story For Adults
She knew exactly whom he was when they met face to face for the first time. He had spoken to her many times before and she knew more about him than most people did. He and his friends met her in a restaurant that they had chosen when she arrived in his city. All of them had been speaking together on the Internet for some time and a friendship was built between the four of them, but she was from far away and only now was she actually seeing them in person. Like I said, they were all friends, but she wanted to see him especially. The private conversations they had, the struggles each of them faced with the others help, and the intimate secrets they alone shared made her come here. Now she wondered as he waited last in line to greet her, if this trip was going to be all that she had hoped it would be. After the others shook hands and hugged her as friends would, he slowly walked toward her. He was taller than she expected and as he got closer and she looked up into his eyes he placed h
December 11th, 1999 Florence, Italy Living as a bachelor, in a two hundred year old Victorian house, Antonio Naccaratto was an ordinary John Doe working as a CEO in the corporate world. But what he didn’t know was that he was a puppet in this world…a lost soul being toyed with. Antonio has no clue that his life is about to change forever… As he walked along the dark streets of Italy, shadows crossed his path, he felt as though he was being watched. Moving faster, he would look over his shoulder to see nothing but shadows lurking in the darkest part of the structures in the surrounding area. As he turned the corner he saw some sort of movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned just in time to see, what looked to him at that point in time, to be a giant bat. Having no time to run, he was forced to ground. The last thing that he could remember was the feeling of sleep crossing over his very soul as he slowly faded into the world of unconscious nothingness. Awakened by the so
The Story Of A Son
a friend sent me this. a friend of hers sent it to her. she ask me to pass it on to as many people as i could. i figure what better way to this then posting it here. A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Viet Nam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art. The young man held out
Stories... Thoughts... Surprises
CINDERELLA wants to go to the ball, but her wicked stepmother won't let her. As Cinderella sits crying in the garden, her fairy godmother appears, and promised to provide Cinderella with everything she needs to go to the ball, but only on two conditions. "First, you must wear a diaphragm." Cinderella agrees. "What's the second condition?" "You must be home by 2:00 a.m. Any later, and your diaphragm will turn into a pumpkin." Cinderella agrees to be home by 2:00 a.m. The appointed hour comes and goes, and Cinderella doesn't show up. Finally, at 5:00 a.m. Cinderella shows up, looking love struck and very satisfied. "Where have you been?" demands the Fairy Godmother. "Your diaphragm was supposed to turn into a pumpkin three hours ago!!!" " I met a prince, Fairy Godmother. He took care of everything." The Fairy Godmother stated, "I know of no prince with that kind of power! Tell me his name!" Cinderella replied, I can't remember, exactly, . Peter, Peter, something
A young girl had decided to sneak out of the house to go to a party her protective parents wouldn't allow her to go to. While she was there she hooked up with a guy she liked and they went to a local make-out spot. The guy was drinking heavily and when he got too demanding she insisted on him taking her back to the party. On the way back they crashed into another vehicle. When the girl awoke in the hospital she knew she was dying, she was told that they guy she'd been with had died in the accident and so had the couple in the other car. She begged a nurse to tell her parents that she was very sorry she'd disobeyed them, the nurse just looked at her. After the girl died another nurse asked why she hadn't said anything with the teen had asked her to give the message to her parents. The nurse said, "I didn't know what to say, the people in the other car were her parents."
Story 1
A man and wife were driving late one night when they were flagged down by a woman that appeared to be hurt. She claimed she'd been in an accident and her baby was alive but trapped in the car. The man told her to wait with his wife and he'd see what he could do. He got to the car and found a couple obviously dead in the front seat but a baby crying in a carseat. He cut the baby loose and returned to his own car. When he got there his wife was alone, he asked her where the woman had went and she replied that she'd followed him to the wreck. He left the baby with his wife and went back to the car to find her. When he got there he realized the woman who'd been instantly killed in the front seat had been the one who'd flagged him down.
Story 2
A tragic, unthinkable incident in the spring of 1847, frequently associated with the Regulator-Moderator War, remains after 157 years one of East Texas’ worst mass murders -- if it was murder. In the isolated settlement of East Hamilton in Shelby Country, many of those who ate a cake while attending a wedding supper came down with a sudden illness and over a period of days as many as forty individuals may have died. The wedding supper, a common event in small communities of the l840s, was to honor a young couple following their marriage ceremony. In May of 1847, the Texas Telegraph and Register of Houston, reported: “We learn from San Augustine...that seventy or eighty persons who attended a wedding...on the evening of the 22nd (of April), were taken ill immediately...and eight or ten died, evidently from the effects of poison.” On May 23, 1847, a letter written in Bayou Sara, Louisiana to a friend contained the particulars of the incident. The culprit was allegedly a man
Story 3
The only place in the world where they make Dr. Pepper according to the original formula is in Dublin, Texas. Dr Pepper was invented in Waco in 1885. There is no period after the Dr in Dr Pepper. According to the Texas Department of Transportation, one person is killed annually painting stripes on the state's highways and roads. Rodeo is the official state sport of Texas, though High School Football is more popular. In the mid 1980s, the employee cafeteria at Motorola in Austin had to stop serving food that contained poppy seeds because people showed false positives for opium when they were drug tested. Since then, the company reintroduced poppy seeds, and added Valium and several anti-depressants to a list of things not to bother testing for. Early Spanish missionaries in Texas hoped to encourage the spread of European values by offering flannel underwear to Native Americans. People who moved to Lockhart, Texas in the 1950s are still considered by natives of the town to be
HUMILATING PORKY by cowgirl the two girls sat across from me in the library.they were in their late teens, but were about as mature as a couple of eight year olds! they whispered and giggeled looking in my direction, but i know how bratty kids can be at that age, looking to bug an older girl like me (I'm 24)! so i ignored them, returning to my book. it was dificult, as every sound they made was clearly an attempt to get my attention! suddenely,I felt tiny spit-balls of rolled up paper ploping onto my book pages! I glared toward them, seeing their smug little faces grining in triumph! the whole thing brought me back to grade school,where kids like this always seemed to know how to press my buttons !!! back then i was always a bit of a bookworm, and painfully aware of being slightly flat chested & always being teased about my modest plain jane looks, and, though i still look the same,I'm older now, and if these bratts didn't knock it off, i might just call a librarian....and ha
Have you not heard a single word that had been spoken? I have been here looking into your eyes for the last hour, and all you can do is nod you damn head. It seems that you are not there at all. Come on can you tell me something besides just smiling and looking at me with faint squinty eyes. I can hear your breath which tells me that you are in the room, but the darkness has overcame it. The light bulb is broken which doesn't let me see your face. You seem lost within room, but I know you are there. You are somewhere within this realm. Your smell comes throughout the room, and makes me want to puke. I can no longer stand being near you. The thought of you being here, so close to me, makes me want to cut my veins. My hands thrust out into the open air, but nothing seems to be around. The hairs on my body stand on edge wondering if you are coming my way. Your voice seems to be stuck in my head, and I try to let you out but you stay inside deep in my conscience. The moments come b
A Story By My Amazing Friend Cassandra.
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Stories, Poems, And Thoughts Oh My
The cold wind blows; sending chills through the spins of those who walk the through this once prosperous town, that is now a slum. It is almost Halloween and one would imagine running into Witches, Vampires, and Werewolves. However with the winds of change they have been replaced with Junkies, Bums and Vagabonds. She was forced to take care of herself since she was 17 years old. Stripping since she was 18 sleeping in run down motels, and eating was becoming a rare joyous event. She was fired from the club for being late too many times. She try to work normal jobs and for a while was doing well. Just when she was about to abandoned all hope. She decide for one night to walk the streets. Offer her company for those who want it. By no means a virgin, and isn’t fond of the situation but it was either fuck and eat, or go starving. She finished with her second John of the evening so far she has made a 100 dollars in a few hours ‘not bad so far’ she thought to herself. Granted the people
Storms Of Love
Slide into me on a misty night Take a wild ride on a bed of wet silk Dip into me as the clouds burst drowning us in its deluge Two bodies tossed on a tempest Thrust into me drench my walls with your hot heat Make me feel you so hard, so deep Slither far into my soul as steam rises in the damp air Drive me like the rain releasing a torrent of sweet emotions a downpour of pure lust Plunge into me drown my screams of sheer ecstasy with a slow, moist kiss Feel how wet, how soft as you slide in and out Create in me a storm of passion Make me beg for more
A Story....
She was sitting in the den with the sun shining through the weather worn blinds. I could smell her sweet floral scent as I walked in the door...tattered and torn from a hard days work. I called to her..."baby I`m home". There was no answer, I proceeded to the den where she was sound asleep and exhausted from her very demanding job. The sun seemed to glow as it danced across her exposed thigh in the floral sundries that she normally slips on after a hard days work. I placed my brief case on the floor and proceeded to pick her up out of the chair, her body limp, she managed to wake slightly and in a soft voice she said"hey baby I missed you" I gently kissed her forehead and proceeded to carry her upstairs to the master bedroom. Where I layed her across the bed she tried to speak I gently placed my fingers on her lips and said in a whisper "don`t speak". I went into the bathroom where I ran a hot steaming bubble bath for my baby. As I came back into the room she was sitting up in anticipa
Stories Best Left Untold
You have a sexual IQ of 153 When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends. Take this quiz at
ABOUT YOU Your full name:: Laura Height:: 5'6" Natural hair color:: Deep, radiant red Eye color:: Green Number of siblings:: 2 sisters, 1 brother, all younger Glasses/contacts?:: rose colored glasses Piercings:: 2 ears Tattoos:: Naw, couldn't ever get up the courage Braces?:: Should have had them, now just need teeth fixed FAVORITE Color:: PURPLE Band:: Journey Song:: Too many to count Stuffed animal:: My singing light up Christmoose Video game:: Doom II TV show:: House Movie:: None in particular Book:: Left Behind Food:: Chocolate Game on a cell phone:: don't have ne Flower:: Black roses Scent:: Musk Animal:: horses Cereal:: Super Sugar Crisp Website:: CherryTap DO YOU Play an instrument?:: Does my voice count? Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:: like i count Like to sing?:: Most certainly Have a job?:: For the moment Have a cell phone?:: My lifeline Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:: Shhh... don't tell my husband...JK Have a crush on someone?:: I
Story 4
So there I was, Just getting stoned With a raisin. So the raisin asks "So what are we smoking here?". And I say "We're smoking some grapes!". Then the raisin is all "Mother Fucker! We are smoking my family?!". I gave him the crazy eye and say "You're a dumb bitch, Ain't ya?" That's when a donkey Comes running down the street And kicks my head open. True story!
Ok i have a littl story or philosophy for ya, ok here goes i believe our souls are like flames, they shall never be extinguished. Our memories are carried on threw others,I mean our souls represent who we are u have a choice, its a representaion it can b black or can be of the light, ur life is not predetemined nor is their destiny u have the ability to change it so just do it, no one has to be anthign they dont want to b u have a choice u are who u are do not let anyoen tell u different this coming form experience trust me, your eyes see the crimes of life u get robbed of things and u see many great and joyous parts of it so dont let it get to u. Ur mind well that part is just fucked thats something youll have to figure out on yur own. YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE BLINDLY U DONT KNOW WHATS GOIGN TO HAPPEN THE NEXT DAY OR AFTER THAT YO CANT PLAN AHEAD SO DONT....... u live ur life or u dont either u waste ur time by trying to find the meaning of yur life and waste ur time no one does it jus
A loved one is not gone, until they are forgotten! With your name now tattooed on my arm and the momories I keep and treasure in my mind, you will always be daddys little girl. You are my soul and I owe my life to you, The bond we had was sacred and nothing could keep us apart. You were a heaven sent guardian angel and a iconic example to your breed, but most of all you were my best friend and soul mate who saw me through good and bad, and loved me whatever. A feeling I will keep deep within my heart until I see you on the other side. As I shed my tears and feel the pain of your loss as though it were yesterday, I said these words as I held you in my arms as you passed away 'I LOVE YOU BABY GIRL, I'M SO SORRY......PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I LOVE YOU'. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This is a poem written by Leiamara my girlfriend on the 2nd anniversary of the passing of my baby girl Storm
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She had gone out a couple of times since the divorce, but still hadn’t found what she was looking for. It’s not like she was picky. She just wanted a real man. Someone that could show her how much he needs her, a man that would understand that she is a real woman, independent, and full of passion. That’s all she wanted, she thought as she sat drinking her drink. That’s when she saw him. He was playing pool on the other side of the club. She couldn’t believe he was here. She hadn’t seen him in over a year. She was so stupid not to wait on him when he left. Their eyes locked and she thought she would melt. The look on his face told her that he recognized her. He set his pool stick down and started towards her. As if a magnet she started moving towards him. She couldn’t help it. It didn’t even feel like her feet were moving, she felt as if she were floating. It was so good to be in his arms again. As soon as she felt his embrace she knew that she would never feel the same way in anyon
Stories By Knight Writer
Story I Wrote: Strangers Passion
The strangers passion Amanda sat at home bored, she decided what the hell its a weekend, i`m going to go out and have a good time. She jumped up out the chair, turned her favourite CD on and went for a shower. Fifteen minutes later shes in her room, wearing only a towel wondering what to wear. She decided she was going to wear her low cut black dress, nylons and her very high heels. She did her make up and hair, and walked to the front door, stopping at the full length mirror in the hall. "Fuckin Stunning" she said to herself, smiled and left for the bar. When she got to the bar, she sat on a stool at the bar and sipped on her drink, while she casually looked around the room at all the sexy men, trying not to look to obvious. She finished her drink and ordered another but decided to move to a corner booth. She sat there drinking her drink, when a tall dark handsome man approached her, and smiling said, "Hi i noticed you sitting here alone, my name is John,
storm Your kisses are so gentle, Your touch, butterfly light, But that is not what I want, On this dark and stormy night. I want you to let go, Of all those warning bells, I want to throw myself at you, With a growl like a huntress from hell! I want to feel you enter, With a little carnal lust, I want to hear us both cry out, Under every forceful thrust! I want to feel your lightning, And hear the thunder inside, I want you to open the floods, Of passion forced to hide! My thoughts are as dark, As this electric stormy night, I succumb to your gentle kisses, And your touch.. Butterfly light!
Are you sure you really want to fuck me? We could make omelettes, put together a puzzle, watch "Are you smarter than a 5th grader?". OR, we could slowly start undressing until I cannot stand it anymore and grab you and toss you on the bed. No pretext, mouth clamped to yours, fingers sliding in and out of you. Hook me fingers up and rub back and forth over your G spot. Speed increasing as I suck one of your nipples between my teeth and bite down gently. With my other hand I reach up and clamp the restraints onto each wrist so your hands are stretched above you and your fingers dig into the leather. I bring my hand down to tweak your nipples while I move down to slide my tongue lightly over your clit while my fingers continue to stroke deeply in and out of you. I lick back and forth from your clit to your ass and back up. My other finger teases your ass, slowly sliding in and slipping back and forth at random intervals opposite to the tongue and fingers banging your pussy. Your
Stories Of The Road
"Near Miss" January 11 2007 It still amazes me how mind numbingly stupid the average person can be. Now I do not claim to be Albert Einstein by no means. When it comes to intelligence I am most definitely near the bottom of the gene pool. But common sense has soon got to factor in to the equation of right and wrong. I am constantly in a mental battle with myself to attempt to imagine what these morons driving on the public highways are thinking. I try to think of what the headline would have read. I am always reading the newspaper,(not just looking at the pictures contrary to popular belief) and finding that too many times we get the end of the story as a result of pure negligence or quite frankly stupidity on the part of the "victims". The "perps" are always made out to be such evil doers and total villains that we fail to even imagine that there could be another scenario all together. We miss the possibility that perhaps "Joe citizen" th
Stories Ect..
To my boo Ready for the change that the winds shall bring to us. A cloud of hope shall form so that rain of new change will come I'll trust you Getting to this new world that we are trying to found, Let love guide us if you're a phat girl pretty hot and thick read it Phat girl: So I'm bigger than hollywood wants me to be I'm beautiful no matter what you say to me I feel way because I know inside of me Is an untouchable beauty P-H-A-T that's me because Im Pretty hot and Thick and don't forget it I'm too much woman for some to handle but if you handle me than you know I'm so beautiful being thick just like I am Well since I write alot outside of the blog world I decided to make this part more of a personal poem/stories/random rant side if you dont really like what I wrote that's okay just move on Much love izzy
The Story Of Me 'n Jake
Well, folks, looks like I am gonna meet the man I have devoted my heart to on the 10th of February. He should be stepping off the plane about 2pm central time and has decided to come to me. That means he is coming to me rather than me meeting him at the airport. I think he likes the thrill of actually finding my place on his Go figure, I am the same damn way. We also have decided to purchase "commitment rings". They are ONLY a symbol of our togetherness. They are NOT engagement rings! They are a cheaper, but still, a classy way to say to ANYONE that doesn't know us, that we ARE taken and love each other very much. The engagement thing, well, let's just say, it personally scares the shit outta me cuz of all the divorces I have seen my friends go through. I am just happy with the cute rings we are getting and that's that for now. His ex-wife is freakin' and thinks we are getting engaged...lmao We think she is a fuckin' joke anyways...haha So we decided to spend Vale
The Story Of How I Got My Name Bigbird Stole My Tricycle
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Leaning over he looked through the bars of the large dog cage. His girl lay naked against the cold steel floor with her hands handcuffed behind her and her feet tied together. She looked back at him fearfully her eyes begging to be let loose. She could say nothing for the ball gag that was in her mouth. How is my pet today? He asked her sweetly. She looked at him mutely tears leaking from her eyes. Yes you look very contrite my sweet, but I don’t know if six hours is long enough or not. She tried to nod her head yes though with the small space she was in and the chains it was hard to do. He unlocked and opened the door pulling her out by her ankles. Holding her up by her arms he dragged her to the bathroom and set her on the pot still chained. I’m sure you might need to use this pet. She looked at him gratefully as she peed for quiet a long time. Personally he was surprised she had lasted the whole six hours without soiling the cage. She was the first of his girls to make it
The Story So Far.
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full they agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar . Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee (maybe espresso!) from under the table and poured the ent
This is just something I'm working on. Unfortunately, I also have about 60 hours of reading to do this week on top of class, so this is all I have so far. She moved through a sea of masks, not knowing quite how she had gotten there. She could feel that she too wore a mask, although she couldn't remember putting it on. Passing one of the many mirrors in the darkened room, she saw a quiet face of silvery glitter with thorny vines twining all around it. Similar patterns were traced down her neck to the top of her dress, with a simple white ribbon encircling her neck. She'd seen the design somewhere before but was having trouble placing it. How had she gotten here…? A leather-gloved hand fell on her shoulder and she jumped a little, but her instincts didn't scream the way they should and she wondered why this presence was so familiar, turning to look into a mask that was nearly the opposite of hers, all black with only hints of color, the pattern different and yet someh
A Story A Dear Sweet Friend Wrote
Morning Glory The dawn breaks. I turn and through bleary eyes spy you beneath the covers next to me. I reach out and begin to stroke your long, luxurious mane with one hand while pulling you close with the other. You don't seem to object so I start to nuzzel the side of your neck while running one finger with a feather touch down the lenght of your spine, over your firm buttocks and back up again. Softly, I kiss your neck, your chin, your delicate ears pausing to give your lobes a playful bite. I press my lips to yours, softly at first - quick gentle pecks. You reciprocate, parting your lips ever so slightly allowing the tips of our tongues to gently dance against one another. Our embrace becomes more passionate, deeper and our tongues explore the depths of each other's open mouths as my hands begin to explore your long, soft form. My lips begin to venture down the length of your naked supple body - your neck, your collar bone and finally the supple valley between your
On a blood soaked highway, each and every step a macrocosm of memories. Endless millennia lost in a world feed to hate or deny my existence. Well I'm here and I be not alone all who were unjustly thrown from the pail of endless warmth now wonder amounts these things they sought to free. I have already told you the story of what truly happened at the war in heaven, now I shall tell you some of the misery, horrors and abominations of which I've seen and been apart of. Once me and the other legionaries realized the full extent of what had happened when we fell many in a fit of anger and despair left to seek there own deaths some attempted to usurp the still strong command of Lucifris only to be destroyed. I on the other hand decided I shall stay at the side of my friend in a hope to continue out fight against the childish and mindless reign of the omnipotent. But quickly I saw how destroyed Lucifris was, he had so much hope for mankind and the possibilities of which could have been bor
She stared in through the bedroom window at his naked body and the huge erection between his legs. It was long and hard as his hand stroked up and down in a slow rhythmic motion. He held a magazine in his other hand and was gazing at it intently. Probably thinking of having one of the sluts in the magazine sucking his cock or fucking him doggie style, she thought. She'd never seen such a big cock, and she'd never had she seen a man jack off before. She continued to stare...fixated on his cock as it became more swollen as he stroked faster. His balls were tight against his body and he was now stroking very fast. He laid the magazine down on the bed and she could see the beautiful woman whose picture he had been staring at...She had big full breasts and long blonde hair...her butt was in the air in one pose and she was standing in the other. He started to moan - and his stroking was furious now, up and down his hand went pulling the skin on his big dick and
The gentle summer breeze caresses the young womans body as she is kneeling, awaiting with anticipation of what is to come. She knows he will be there soon,but not knowing exactly when he will arrive.For she is as instructed to be.She is blindfolded with her hands behind her back,buttocks lightly touching her heels.She is awaiting the her Master,awaiting the touch that she knows will come.Yet when the touch comes.She is startled,but stays still.She feels the touch again and stays still trying to figure out what it is.Again she feels the caress across her bare breast,down across her stomach,down across her thighs,then up over her shapely buttocks. She is holding her breath as she feels it caress her back,up over her shoulders and gently against her cheek.She then realizes what it is.For she smells the hint of leather.She knows it the whip that her Master had specially made for her.Master lightly touches her shoulder,she knows what is expected of her.She leans forward and offers her bar
Stories About My Profession
Stories To Make You Think
"A good friend of mine, Zach, who's six, told me that Fall is here. He explained the reason they call it Fall is because the leaves fall from the trees and gather in beautiful colors on the ground. He told me that he collects one leaf every Fall -- the most beautiful one of the season. He's been doing it since he was four so he's already got two in a shoebox under his bed. Zach says when he has a hundred of them he's going to make a book. I told him that will be a wonderful book. He said he knows. And he told me he'd be sure to show it to me. I had to ask him how he chooses the most beautiful leaf of the season when there are so many beautiful leaves. He said, "You just pick one and call it the most beautiful and then it is, because you picked it." So here's to leaves. The ones we keep and the ones we leave behind. I hope you truly enjoy this Autumn. Maybe even save a leaf. Choose one, call it the most beautiful, and then it is, right? And just know that all the ones you leave behi
A Story Im Writing Peice By Peice
The Sentence It’s been said that evil times are always begun with some kind of dark omen. Tonight, when I walked out of my house I noticed the blood red moon in the sky. A few wispy clouds were moving slowly, partially covering it. I took a deep breath and started walking. I was tired and brooding. Deep in thought I made my way to the bar a few blocks away. Usually at this time of night there’s always some kind of noise from people yelling at each other, police sirens wailing, even the occasional gunshot. But it was dead quiet, and you know I got that eerie feeling that something was watching me. The bar I was walking to, was this seedy, dirty dive hole in the wall. In fact it was called the Hole in the Wall. It was never full. And as far as I can tell every time I’ve walked in the song Along the Watchtower was always playing. Whenever it stopped the bartender would always put a few dollars into the jukebox. Always it was the same song. I sat down at the bar coun
The Story
So, I have a story that wants to be written. I don't care if you like it, it's just there and needs to come out. The story is about a girl, and I guess she needs a name... I think I'll name her Melanie. Melanie celebrated her 13th birthday... she had no idea that this would be her last year of childlike innocence. I give her the gift of thirteen... that year wasn't too bad and was almost boring. A silly family party, with a silly cake, and silly presents. It was summer, and that's where her story begins. Melanie spent her first 13 years alone. Not quite literally, but where it counted (inside) she was always alone. The perfect child... As a baby she never cried. She never got into trouble. She was almost invisible... quiet and shy, being the middle child suited her. She spent her 13th year in the shadow of her older sister, the same way she always had. She did the same boring things she'd done since infancy, a few weeks with this relative, a few with that, until her summer final
Storys And Poems I Liked
This morning I told my supervisor that I was coming to see him. I had finally had it and was throwing in the towel on my emergency medical career. I was fed up with always being tired, tired of never getting fed, sick of being plagued by sick people who really aren't, supervisors who really don't, co-workers who sometime won't, professionals who aren't, and drunks who are... constantly. The week started out very typically on Monday morning. I overslept, and in trying to shave, brush my teeth, shower, and cook breakfast all at the same time, I managed to cut my face, slip on a bar of soap, scorch my best (my only) skillet, and catch my breakfast, and almost my, kitchen on fire. I arrived late to work still bleeding around the neck area, only to be harassed by the opposite shift, who wanted to know why I was never on time. (This from the guy who conned me into working for him so he could attend his aunt's funeral. His poor aunt died 11 times last year). My partner, Dave, and
~ Stories On Our Troops You Will Never Hear ~
Set to the old Song WAR, but it really has some great scenes of our troops and the Men, Women and children of Iraq you sure will not see on the news. The Media will never tell you how OUR guys are treated. U.S. SENATE REPORT NO. 848 ON ATROCITIES American military troops were starved, beaten, and tortured by their Korean and Chinese captors. Every rule set forth in the Geneva Convention was broken when thousands of Americans died at the hands of barbaric Communists in the Korean War. Thus is the conclusion of Senate Report No. 848 on atrocities committed against American troops in Korea in 1950-51. This page of the Korean War Educator reveals the contents of Report No. 848, which was published by the United States Government Printing Office in Washington in 1954. Text of Senate Report No. 848 83d Congress 2nd Session KOREAN WAR ATROCITIES REPORT OF THE COMMITTEE ON GOVERNMENT OPERATIONS MADE THROUGH ITS PERMANENT SUBCOMMITTEE ON INVESTIGATIONS BY ITS SUBCOMMITTEE
Story For Writing Class...true...advice?
It was a normal eighth grade day for me as I stood in front of a row of lockers, which looked to be painted over a hundred times, resembling an old rusted light shade of blue that I'd begun to get used to. I felt as if I walked those halls, lined with those lockers, more than I'd walked the halls of my own house. I was in routine mode as I turned the dial on the locker I called my own. I thought in my head, and probably even whispered to myself, the numbers as I turn the lock right three times to 12, then left, past 12 once, to 37, then back to the right, to 25. I even remember lifting up the plastic handle painted silver to resemble metal before I felt my hair being grabbed, twisted and pulled. My head yanked back and then forward again slamming into the face of my closed locker. As my head flung back from the impact I opened my eyes and was stunned to see that where my head had just hit the locker there was now a dent. I was surprised my head could do that and was wondering what my f
Story 1
Hey people, just writing to say im looking for some safe fun near by with any beautiful ladies. I recently got out of a 4 year relationship. So no worries im not looking for any serious. Let me know if I can introduce any pleasure in your life. I know its a long shot but lucky is always there John "Renaissance man" Chase We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our ceeks and shades our eyes,- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be overwise, In counting all our tears and sigh? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask! My Thoughts
A Story Of Faith
Ok little history of my place i live in #1 a murder happend here. #2 The property once was open land but the spanish indian war came threw here and lots of people died.Settlers home steaders. #3 Indian bural ground #4 near 2 grave yards one with in walking distances called the Garden of Angels wich is for Babies who pass on in tragic ways.They are given a grave and a name.This grave yard covers all of 4 blocks and is located 1 block from me.The childern come from all over southern california I will not go in to what brings them there only that its tragic. On with the story One night me and my husband were sleeping in and we both heard a child (still hear childern walking in the room and its not the twins we wake up all the time to see.)And I heard a cry my son at the time was 10 and it sounded like a small childi sat staight up i called hello?And all of a sudden my T.v. started to have lines In It then I heard a scream I was bussy watching my T.V. the lines dissapeard then red dots
Stormi's First
I want to know why it is that the more we try to insteel good things into our children the more they have to go the other way with it? I have always told my 18 yr old daughter that she doesn't need a man to be happy that her education is more important than anything in the world but she insist on being with a guy that can't hold a job and is hindering her chance at going to college. I want someone to tell me why this is??? Will she ever open her eyes and see that this guy is only holding her back? And should I push the issue with ehr after they have been together for 2 yrs? 1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking. 2. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals. 3. Put a bra and tampons in a guys shopping cart. Put a pair of tiny thongs in a big woman's buggy. 4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, " 'Code 3' in housewares".... and see what happens. 5. Go the Service Desk
A Paiute Legend The coyote, like his brother the wolf, was a spiritual being. In the beginning the coyote left his homeland in the Americas and traveled East-ward across the ocean in the direction of the rising sun. In distant lands, he acquired a bride and with her had a great number of children. These children were Indians, the forefathers of the great tribes that were to inhabit the North and South American continents. Preparing to return home, the coyote put them all in a wosa, a woven willow basket jug with a cork. Before his journey, he was instructed not to open the jug until he reached his country in the Rockies and the Great Basin. Being a sly and curious person, and hearing singing and the beating of drums within the wosa, the coyote thought it would not hurt to take a peek when he arrived back on the Eastern coast of the American continent. But when he opened the jug, the children inside jumped out and scattered in all directions across North and South America. B
This is beautiful! Try not to cry. She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair ?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might hel
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Story Of Us
The Story of Us is the events, orginally posted on MySpace, on how Ken (Countryboy Superman/co-leader of JLM) and I met. They began in November of 2005. Part one left with Ken in the field, and how I believe that was the best for our situation. Now I have to cover some things that I missed, or voided from part one. (Make sure you have time for this is a long one people) My family is a very big part of who I am and my life. As I have gotten older, my relationship with my parents has flourished to one of openness and respect. My mom has become one of my best friends and I talk with her about things that you normally wouldn’t talk to a parent about. In the week leading up to “meeting” Ken, I received quite a few messages and comments from guys who were looking for something that I was not willing to play, now me not thinking told my mom that I was receiving some comments from guys in the area. So by the time I started talking to Ken, my thoughts as well as my mother’s was on
Story No.2
You come home a little late one night, the house is dark and looks lonely from the outside. Slowly you enter, you have been at work all day, and it feels like such a long day. All you want to do is curl up in bed with a glass of wine and the TV, but I have other plans for you this evening..... You are dressed in a smart business suit, but are wearing stockings and suspenders under your suit as that is what your master insists upon. You drop your bag on the floor and hang up your coat, you walk up the stairs and head towards the bedroom. Before you get to the bedroom you are grabbed from behind, you try to scream but there is a gloved hand across your mouth. Your hear a voice you recognize tell you not to struggle or it will be worse for you. A leather blindfold is placed across your eyes shutting out all light and heightening your other senses. You are told to perform a strip tease, as music starts to play, you try to do as you are told but it is very difficult as you cannot see w
Story Of My Life!
So my life officially sucks. All I get to do is sit at home and be bored....although I am looking for a job right now and on spring from I just thought I would post a blog...enjoy Stephanie
Story No.3
I come home from work on a day that we have been teasing each other all day by email phone & text and we both now that we so horny that we need release. As i come in the door I can smell dinner already cooking, when i get to the kitchen I find you there with your back towards me cooking dinner, I immediately notice that you have incredibly sexy clothes on under your apron, infact I can see that your wearing a short (very short) black leather skirt, high heels and a white shirt, along with knee high black boots. I walk up behind you and slip my arm round your waist and start to kiss your neck and ear as i know how that drives you nuts, i notice then that you are also wearing a collar and i know that it means I get to play tonight with you as my toy. You tell me to stop as I wouldn't want dinner to get burnt, I slide my hand down you back and up and under you skirt to find that you aren't wearing any underwear, my hand brushes against your clit and i can tell how turned on you al
Stories From The Criminally Insane
shinytime see those smiles....they are'nt for you...not the real you . they are because the faces see through you or more likely because the faces are just like you they shine whenever the world says it's shinytime...... even if thats not what they feel behind the mask at that time . you let them validate you and you don't think too deep it all comes out when I hear you crying in your sleep. they can make or break you and that makes and breaks me I want more for you...more than I want for me I will still return your void smile and thoughtless stare, I will never run too far just ask andI will be there. but, remember matter how sour or unattractive my face smiles for you are always real... and you will realize one day too late that my shinytime means more than all the rest because it is real and that is all too rare something has to spark my interest. something has to chase the threat of me away. someth
Lightly touching the dark mahaugany door her hazelblue eyes gazed almost as if they could see right through it. She let a deep yet soft breath escape her angelic pink lips before knocking on the door. In a clarity she heard his deep powerful voice with a silken undertone. "Enter.." Slowly she opened the door and stepped through, she felt his gaze on her. After pausing only a moment she made her way to the center of the room and sunk to yeilding knees. Her fiery red hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she held her firm supple back straight. Petite hands rested lightly on her thighs. She left her gaze forward as her head was held high. The room was dark with a hint of red light glowing. In front of her was an antique four poster bed. The rest of the room was elegantly yet simply decorated with an antique dresser and an armuoire placed perfectly around the room. A few oriental posters and ornaments adorned the walls. "You've returned to me..." the statement was made
Story No.5
Just thinking about walking in and finding you blindfolded in front of me in some sexy lingerie, i lead you upstairs and bend you over the bend, quickly i tie your legs apart to the bottom of the bed and repeat the process with your wrists. next i stand up behind you, you can feel my hard cock against you I reach round infront of you and start to pinch your nipples with one hand, rolling it in between my thumb and forefinger making it hard, with my other hand you can feel me teasing my moving my hand up and down the shaft, you feel the tip against your anus and then i pull away. You moan softly as i release your nipple, i pick up a flogger thats laying by the the bed bend, you moan as the leather wraps around your very sexy arse, i do this a few times and again you feel me behind you, this time i take the handle of the whip and slowly push it inside your very wet pussy, i move it in and out you moan everytime one of the ridges of the handle goes inside you or gets pulled out, i bring y
Story No.6
You wake up one morning to find that i have already gone snowboarding for the day, you didn't really want me to go but you understand that there isn't much left of the season, you notice that there is an envelope on my pillow with your name on. You open it and out falls a coupon for a massage at the local spa, you smile to yourself thinking maybe i should let him go more often.You climb out of bed and head for a nice hot shower. Your mind wanders while you are in the shower, as do your hands, up over your breasts, round your neck, playing with your nipples in the soapy water, down to your aching pussy, they slide so easily over your clit and inside you. Slowly you move your fingers in and out, stopping every little while to tease your clit, finally you decide you can't take it anymore and make yourself cum hard with wild abandonment. You finishing rinsing off and step out of the shower and continue to dry yourself and get ready for the spa, you pack your bag put on some sweat pants and
A Story I Wrote
I stood there on the cabin deck, waiting on him. It had been 3 months since our last meeting and I'd missed his touch more than I ever thought possible. To celebrate our birthdays, we decided to splurge on a rental cabin for a long weekend instead of the usual one or two day meeting at my place or at a motel. Patsy Cline was going 'Crazy' on the radio, which allowed him to slip up behind me without my notice. When I felt hands covering mine on the deck railing, it startled me. "OH, God!" He gathered me close, "I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to startle you," he apologized while kissing my cheek, then rubbing his cheek against mine. The scent of his cologne enveloped me. God, it felt good to be back in his arms. He started kissing my neck, right there at my shoulders and worked his way up my neck, causing me to shiver. I tilted my head, give him better access and he took it. The warmth of his mouth and tongue gave me little tingles as he nipped at me, Oh Lord; he knows what t
10th grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 11th grade The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want
Story Of My Life
so i was watching vh1's 1 hit wonders... well i noticed a few things in this show.. first thing i noticed was that.. yeah most of the bands on there only had one hit... but i totally thought the album as a whole was awesome... another thing i noticed in most cases at least 1 band member died in their 40s.. which is still young.. so if the greats died in their 20s then the one hit wonders had an impact but not good enough to die early but still early enough to be! okay that was just wrong.. but that whole show pissed me off like modern english melt with you made the list but they had other great songs...i digress... another thing i noticed is when they are advertising movies.. its always and i mean always the best comedy of the year.. or one of the best.. how can you say that about all of them... now i swear you will notice it... one of the scariest horror movies of the year... well if they are that way that statement has no merit.. now does it. for all my friendsbeca
Stories...of The Nsfw Variety
Chapter 1 (summarized) I'm an 18 year old senior at an all girls boarding school. I'm a fairly attractive girl. I have long, golden blond hair, blue yes and full lips. I stand 5'9" and my credentials are 36C-28-30. I'm fairly top heavy and get plenty of looks when I wear my uniform. My uniform consist of a button up, fitted white shirt, a mid-thigh, pleated blue plaid skirt. I usually wear white stocking or knee socks with my black shoes. I always wear my sexy lace bra and tight lacy panties. I live in a dorm and my roommate is absolutely gorgeous! She is 5'7", has light blond, very long hair and the most amazing green eyes I have ever seen. She has large supple breasts and a cute little ass. We hang out all the time, go to clubs and tease the boys on the other side of town. Neither of had ever been with another woman before and after a while we found ourselves becoming very close. So close in fact that we'd practiced kissing with each other. We'd always find a way
A Story I Wrote
DO NOT RIP!! When you lose someone you are very close to, it's hard to pick up the pieces and move on, especially if you never had the chance to tell that person goodbye. I lost someone very close to me, and at the time, I didn't realize I gave up the opportunity to tell him goodbye. Because of this, the guilt and regret from those unspoken words left, to say the least, a huge void in my heart. My Uncle Jimmy was the person I favored most in the world. He had a warm and gentle heart, and he would do anything for anybody. I loved being with him because to me, he was just a big kid at heart. We would go to the movies, play cards for hours, and just laugh about everything. Never in my life could I have imagined being without him. Somehow I thought he would always be there. The last day I saw my uncle was on July 7, 1995. He had come up from Alabama to visit his parents and me, and on that certain day, he was going into Pennsylvania, to see some friends. As He
Story That I Was Inspired To Do Because Of Lord Lestat...
/");background-repeat:no-repeat">Get Your Own Voice PlayerManage God this is a long started out as just having chronic kidney infections every yr...then while in the middle of a theater one sun. night i got really sick and pale and started to shake thinking my sugar might be low i ate something waited until the movie was over come back out and still no change my face was white and i felt so sick...they took me to the hospital...they did cat scans and couldnt find anything wrong...then i went to my doctor after a few months and then told them what was going on and the problems i had been having within those few months...i then found out that i had severe clinical depression,acid reflux,and severe stomach problems...they then sent me to an endocrinologist and i found out that i was also a diabetic so i was put on meds for that and they made me sick so i took myself off of them and havent ben on them since...i've been in and
This is insanely personal but I decided to share it with the world... Dear Uncle Wayne: I keep trying to figure out a way to say goodbye to you. I thought this is the best way for to do so. You're like an Uncle to me.You're an awesome person with a great personality. You have been a part of my life for over 10 years. Bringing Evelyn and Beth into my life. 2 of the most remarkable people. I loved every minute of those years. I'm going to miss your smile your laugh, your smile, your jokes. your loving caring thoughtful ways. I will see you when i get up there Wayne and we'll jam. you'll play the piano and I'll play the guitar. we'll play for everyone up there. so this isn't goodbye this is see you later Hynes. I will continue to play music just for you. i will get better at both and play for Evelyn every opportunity i get. shes like an aunt to me. She's and her family are like my family. I will help her through all of this and help take care of her. You were a very loved man. You kn
Hopelessly bound unfettered by the chains of love's grip - greatest gift, fate's cruelest curse. Wherefore do I weep at knowing the joy, the warmth, at feeling the peace, the fire. Wherefore do I weep unable to complete , to be, unknown the kiss, the flames. Wherefore do I weep at loving not living seeing not touching breathing not sharing holding not loving? All, because I, The Fool, am no more
The Lonely Witch Part 1 The Lonely Witch Once upon a time ago, in a land called Fantasia there lived a witch in her castle. She lived there all alone with her tools of the craft and her alcohol. A lonely witch was she, had no friends or sister witches to come and see her the only friend she had was alcohol. This witch coudl do the most amazing rituals, spells and magick when she was sober. When she was drunk things came out wrong with hate attached to it, her magick would get so out of hand objects turned into animals and people turned into stone, much like her very own heart.Fellow witches of Fantasia didn't invite her to feasts, festivals, circles or rituals they were too embarrsed by her drunkeness and always disrupted a circle. One night the lonely witch had been drinking and was bitter becuase she was not invited to the festival that celebrated Lamma. She felt this was an insult and she drank, got raged and angry with the want to do harm. She said in a stern crackly vo
Ok so Here is a story I originally wrote in my myspace blog June 3,2006..I'm reposting it here because its the finest and most proudest thing I;ve ever created(and that goes for son as well)I think it shows some true insight into what goes on in my head...anyways a little back story originally I started working the story in my head years back..working what the characters would say writing down lines etc..when I'd get stumped I would "act" them out like in a play to myself..I did hit a writer's block at one key part of the story,but eventually after a year I found a way to work around the corner I painted myself in...So please read brutally honest(please forgive any mispunction...spelling errors etc for I'm not a professional)this story and subject matter is bound to cause a lot of knee jerk reactions and I look forward to them. Storytime for the Kids BY Anti Funny how three little words can change a whole life..just three little words and the wo
That truck driver you flipped off? Let me tell you his story.   Let me tell you a little about the truck driver you just flipped off because he was passing another truck, and you had to cancel the cruise control and slow down until he completed the pass and moved back over. His truck is governed to 68 miles an hour, because the company he leases it from believes it keeps him and the public and the equipment safer. The truck he passed was probably running under 65 mph to conserve fuel. You see, the best these trucks do for fuel economy is about 8 miles per gallon. With fuel at almost $4 per gallon -- well, you do the math. And, yes, that driver pays for his own fuel. He needs to be 1,014 miles from where he loaded in two days. And he can't fudge his federally mandated driver log, because he no longer does it on paper; he is logged electronically. He can drive 11 hours in a 14-hour period; then he must take a 10-hour break. And considering that the shipper w
Storm Season
I heard a little thunder a little while ago and it looks like we may get some action tonight! I think if we do, I'll go play in it hehe! I haven't done that in a long time and I'm feeling pretty wild right now! There is a full moon coming up too :D! It's springtime and time for thunderstorms and tornados! I LOVE IT!!! I'm going to play in it tonight!
Story Time
The Encounter By: George Jennings It was getting late on a Friday night in a small town. The town was small and quaint, as was the hospital. Scranton wasn't exciting, much to the expression on Laura’s face. Laura was starting her night shift at Mercy General Hospital and wasn't looking forward to another night of data entry work. Sitting in front of computer all night just to stare at it blankly while entering in data that she didn't quite understand. Laura was in her mid thirties and still looking very attractive. Although, she thought that the job was aging her faster when it was really doing nothing more but making her lose sleep. Pulling on her usual nurse uniform consisting of a jacket, knee skirt, and a white blouse tucked into the skirt, with a nametag stuck to the lapel. As she walked down to the hallway to her workstation her soft, light brunette hair glistened as each ceiling light passed over her. "Hey Laura, how you doing?" asked the clerk that was going home.
Story Part 1
I was sitting on the couch reading the sports section of the paper when you walked out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of black thongs. You came walking up to me, smiling, pulled the paper back and smiled. "baby, I want to cuddle with you on the couch" you said. I smiled and put the paper down and you straddled my legs. Your gold tone skin was shining in the light, "god you are so beautiful" i said. I wrapped my arms around you and pulled you close to me and began kissing your chest and working my way up to your sweet lips. One gentle kiss on your lips and you melted in my arms. I pulled back and said" I love you baby doll, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me" your eyes swelled up with tears and you kissed my lips and began to hug me. I began massaging your back and just looking up and down at your gorgeous body. How could a man like myself be so damn lucky to have you in my life. You slowly pulled your tank top off and your beautiful
Story Time With Sway
First off I want to thank Sweet Luv,. for this evenings happy hour!!!! It is most awesome when we have one, let alone whne we have them back to back!!!! Make Love Letters at Hey all you Cherry Tappers, Jimmy Sway here, and thanx for all the love I've gotten, and will get on this most kick ass forum. Glad to be part of the community, and to think I stumbled upon it looking for porn!! HAHA Naw, I was actually invited by the room mate. Well, this is it, I am a Tapper now....Love Peace and Sex Grease!!!
Story of The Fisher King Current mood: satisfied Category: Religion and Philosophy One of my favorite stories,was told in Terry Gilliam's movie The Fisher King.Enjoy,learn,mark and remember. The Story of the Fisher King It begins with the king as a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. Now while he is spending the night alone he's visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the holy grail, symbol of God's divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, "You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men." But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life filled with power and glory and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment not like a boy, but invincible, like God, ... so he reached into the fire to take the grail, ... and the grail vanished, ... leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded. Now as this boy grew ol
Story 5
So there i was, Just chillin in line for the port-o-potty, When i was 5 years old. When this guy standing in line behind me Started to tap on my shoulder. So i turned around and was all "What's up dude? " But when i turned around I seen he didnt have arms, And He was all, "oh sorry, your not my son!" And im like, "Its ok sir, But if you have no hands how did you poke me?" And all he said before i ran away was, "Ever seen a trouser snake?"
Story Of A Lil Girl And Her Life Struggle Please Read And Pray For Her She Goes To My Daughters School
Stories And Others
"Good night" "Good night." Heinemann closed the door and turned around. His wife, Leah, was sitting on the white sofa that dominated the whole living room. "I wonder if what they said is true", she began. "You mean about thinking alike? Unlikely. When we first met, we were such opposites that we hated each other for over a year!" "I remember", she said teasingly. "We hated each other, and look where we are now." She jumped off the sofa and gave him a strong hug, followed by a kiss. "I wouldn't change it for anything." "I better remember, Leah. After all, this get-together was to celebrate our fourth anniversary. That reminds me! I made reservations at the Palace for tomorrow and the day after." Her face lit up, and he kissed her again. "You mean a second honeymoon? What about little Joey?" "Mother will be here tomorrow to take care of him. Anyway, all we can spend there is two days and one night. We both have to work the day after that." "W
Story Of My Life
BLAH! FIND ME A REASON TO SMILE AND MAYBE I WILL!!!! Yep Im MIA. Have been for months. Im rarely on here anymore. Few contact me here so Ive just taken a step back. When yall wanna talk, you know where to find me. So I went to the K-Wings game last night. Oh to watch the Rockford (Ill) IceHogs get beat was a lovely end to my Saturday. Mind you, we took a beating in the 3rd but damn if the K-Wings didnt keep their heads up and win!!! The IceHog fans were just that, hogs. They were the loudest, rudest, FOULEST bunch of folks Ive ever had the displeasure to encounter. But my weekend hockey comes crashing down around my feet today. The Redwings were a huge disappointment today. They lost in OT 2-1 to Anahiem and thanks to Franzen at the end of the 3rd and Lilas in OT .. we are going to Anahiem down in the series 3-2 and fighting to stay alive. So Ill spend the rest of my weekend sulking over the NHL loss but proud of the UHL team and anxious for results on tonights game in
A Story About A Raven
Well I just wanted to tell some people that I just wanted to know why so many people have a fear of people that are Wiccan cause people see us as bad people all because we are a different religion we are still humans but because we are different and we are Wiccan people see us as the black sheep in a community we ya know what we are not freaks or anything like that we dont pray to trees we have different ways of doing things just like i have two tattoos one on my left wrist of a pentacle one on my right wrist of a trinity knot i have hear about my tattoos from people that see them cause they are different i always get called a devil worshiper ok whatever but we are always getting our ass chewed by somebody but you know what we are what we are we are Wiccan and that is what we do so if you dont like it well sorry for ya GET OVER IT WE ARE WITCHES AND WE DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT US
Stories From The Darkside
Before you read I am compelled to once more warn that if you are easily upset DO NOT read this or any other story in this blog. Brutality and death are the theme of every story in this blog and I am only writing them as a creative outlet. The fantasy and the reality are extremely different, we all enjoy fear once in a while. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! The Cabin by Restrictive She awoke in a haze as she fought to focus her eyes through the fog that was clouding her vision. Horror sets in as she looks around her, as her vision clears the feeling only grows. From what she can figure she in some kind of "cabin" guessing from the wooden planks that appear to be forming walls. She is alone and as she stands she falls back still a bit unsteady. As she replays what happen all she can figure is someone drugged her food at the mall somehow then brought to this place. Seeing a window she staggers towards it and looks out, only to see woods everywhere. Slapping herself a few time to clear her he
The Story Behind The Song Taps
Here is something Every American should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true: We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, "Taps." It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes. But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings. Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pu
Christmas Gift Toy & MySpace Layouts at Ask The Mechanic (2) Question: My girlfriends "headlights" if you know what I mean are out of alignment. they point in different directions. How can I align them? Signed - "its like they follow me around the room" ANSWER: STOP! these units are factory aligned and any attempt at home alignment will result is voided warranty (relationship) and loss of service. home attempts at alignment are usually met with quite a bit of resistance and  complaints from unit such as - "THEY ARE NOT TOYS" and "THAT FUCKING HURTS" with units then withdrawn from view for extended periods of time. This is not to say that a trained professional can not perform said alignment. Not only can they align but even reposition or even enlarge the headlight holders for greater looking power. Nowadays the trained professional has a wide range of options to use when working on the units. most anything can be accomplished, Larger, smaller, ba
Story Of My Life!
Well we have moved into our new apartment. We have been there a little over a week and other than the AC problem thing are going ok there. We were without AC for over a week but now we have it and we are doing better. We are still working on getting things together for the shop. It is time consuming but it is all worth it. I am just anxious to get it up and running. I cannot wait. Well, that is about it for now. Nothing really too drmatic going on in my life but that is a good thing. Blessed Be! So I think it is about time that I start a blog on here since I have been on her a while now. As of right now my life is CRAZY! I am working , going to school, we are moving into our new apartment soon and we are in the process of opening our own shop. I just got a new job as an office assistant for an Ebay auction company. So far I like it and that is good news. I am getting ready to start a new quarter in school but this time it is a little different because I just re
I had been giving you lessons on using the internet and typing skills and you were becoming very good at it. You were almost addicted. Like a kid with a new toy. Late one night you were playing Outwar and the character I had created for you and you had been in there for hours. You butt was almost molded to the chair. Try as you may you just couldn’t get up you were having too much fun. As you accepted the newest quest in your journey, something fell over your eyes. You could feel it being tied behind your head, as you tried to protest a voice in your ear softly whispered…”Now don’t fight and be a good boy”. The hair all over your body stood up as the mouth issuing that breath gently grazed your neck. Your arms were lifted above your head and your shirt removed. Exposing your chest, back, shoulders, and stomach to the cool air coming from the A/C unit in the window. Goose bumps jumped up all over your body. Whether they were from anticipation of things to come or the co
Mistress in the Dark I can't make out the details of her face, when she leaves she won't leave a trace. Her visits are becoming rarer and fewer, I'd give anything to see her. She walks in without a sound, everything she does is unbound. I can't remember the last time she came, things can't just stay the same. I look into the night for her gentle figure, hoping this time she'll pull the trigger. I love the mistress of the dark, just as natural as the sky loves the skylark. She has my heart and soul, when will she show? I guess its time for me to leave, only my love have i reaved. I flew into a tree as she dropped him off. I had been watching them since they left the movie theater. She gave him a kiss on lips as she left him at his door. I didn’t listen to their conversation because I really didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was the girl leaving that doorstep. She was a redhead which always sparked my curiosity. When I am out to feed, my favorite is a natural re
A Story
I woke with a start, probably from anxiety. I had been hired just a couple of months before and now had to give my departments presentation to the board. My stomach was twisted in knots, and hoped I didn’t flub this opportunity. The suit I had chosen very carefully was my dark blue pinstripe. The skirt was knee length, the jacket would have a lace white shell underneath, panty hose and black pumps rounded out the look. It was hanging in my closet. I had sprayed perfume on it an hour ago so it would be more subtle, a little Marilyn Miglin Destiny goes a long way. I went to shower, loving the jets hitting my body and it seemed to relax me. As I began to lather up, my body it responded in that old familiar way. I had been divorced a few years, and while I would occasionally give in to my urges, I wasn’t one to sleep around. I had the usual toys but in the shower I used my hands. The soapy feel of caressing my skin made me tingle in my loins, and nipples stand to attention. My sen
Story Time With Seiei
Stories I've Written
Baby Monster It was a quiet Tuesday morning in mid fall. Trista had just gotten her 8 year old twin boys off to school. Right about now she was usually scrambling out the door to head for work, but today she had the day off. It would have been great if she could just crawl back in bed but she had invited the neighbors over for supper and had to get the house tidied up. Trista pulled her hair up in a scrunchie and prepared for a long boring day. Trista began dusting the living room only to be interrupted by the telephone. Leaving her dust rag on the shelf she went to the kitchen and answered her phone. “Hello…. Hello…Hello?” there seemed to be no one there. “Fine” Trista muttered to the phone, “Didn’t want to talk to you either.” She hung up and took her cordless phone to the living room with her so it would be more convenient to answer, if it should ring again. Trista walked to the shelf she’d been dusting and attempted to start again, however there was a problem, her dust rag
The Story Of Jack Schitt
A Story..... Nsfw Possibly
Waiting...her heart craving, finally alone no more as he touches her. Loving her with every touch, with every slap.... How can this feeling ever have been denied, she opens herself completely, submission in all it's glory as she holds herslf on the ground worshipping him and what he holds for them both. Her body trembles under every harsh touch...knowing that in the end he will bring her every pleasure, she had ever needed or desired. for too long he has only been in her dreams, and now they are all in front of her. Her body feels as it is going up in flames with the completion she knows her soul feels. He kneels behind her and brings her up to his chest lovely, as only her Master can be. She knows she is owned and with his arms around her, all she needs to do is but listen for his breath, his heart beat, his words for guidance. He feels her trembling with every emotion as she shakes under his touch. For the first time in her life, she is taken to a bed where she is nee
Stories I Find
Ok I am in a contest, so all come help me please... The 6th grade science teacher, Mrs. Parks, asked her class, "Which human body part increases to ten times its size when stimulated?" No one answered until little Mary stood up and said, "You should not be asking sixth-graders a question like that! I'm going to tell my parents, and they will go and tell the principal, who will then fire you!" Mrs. Parks ignored her and asked the question again, "Which body part increases to 10 times its size when stimulated?" Little Mary's mouth fell open. Then she said to those around her, "Boy, is she going to get in big trouble!" The teacher continued to ignore her and said to the class, "Anybody?" Finally, Billy stood up, looked around nervously, and said, "The body part that increases 10 times its size when stimulated is the pupil of the eye." Mrs. Parks said, "Very good, Billy," then turned to Mary and continued. "As for you, young lady, I have three things to say...
Story Time!
It's always interesting when you hear little kids crying about monsters under their bed or hiding in their closet, and being afraid of the dark. I was one of those kids, only my fear of the darkness came from screams down the hall and my monster was real. My father Jeff, or so I though he was, seemed to always be smiling, putting on a front that everyone loved. People were drawn to his friendly nature and awed by his artistic abilities. Yet, under his mask he wore a darker side that few had seen and all those who had were terrified of. He had a problem controlling his anger & jealousy, often lashing out and hurting those who crossed his path. The person who seemed to stand in his line of fire the most was my mother. Gentle, kind and beautiful, with a smile that can light a room and heart as big as any Saint, she is the woman every man dreams of sharing his life with. Inside, though, she was weak, and she always knew what buttons would send Jeff on another rampage. At first, her weaknes
It was a night like no other. When I arose, the clouds were as dark as a abyss as it rained down upon me hard. I soon look around to observe my surrounding, yet there doesn't seem to be a creature in sight. Realizing a strange feeling of isolation, after my long slumber, I try to find out where I am. After traveling miles upon miles, I quickly notice some strange creatures walking about. Their skin was pale and fragile unlike my own, and they're holding some kind of metal rod in their hands. It almost seemed like they were predators in search of prey. I didn't want to cause any commotion, seeing as I had no idea where I was or even who these creatures were. Hell, I don't even know who I am? Such thoughts began to wonder, throughout my brain. As I looked upon my reflection through a nearby puddle, I was deformed. Hidiously grotesque, to say the least. Gazing upon my razor sharp claws, I started to wonder what was I? An animal of some kind? With no recollection of who or
Stories (nsfw)
--- She wrote: so here i am emailing you..yet again... sorry i got really bored over the weekend... anyhow i don't know why u wouldn't enjoy it.. i want a candle lit bath.. in a really big tub.. bubbles and rose petals of course.. warm towels when i got out and the in the bedroom message oils... and tell me if you've heard this one before.... a naked u.. and u can take it from there.. sensuality i like sensuality... and its not a trait you find in many guys.... and most girls(emphases on "girls") i've been with the exclusion and why is it that i always like the "taken" ones??? (guys and girls of course) *deep sigh* --- I wrote: well, if you really minded e-mailing me I'm sure you wouldn't do it.. ;) it's okay, I'd probably get bored on the weekends as well if i didn't fill them up.. ooh.. going for all out sensual here.. sounds good to me.. you do seem to enjoy your rose petals. and i assumed I'd be naked, or would you have been enjoying the bath by yourself? I'm en
The Story Of Life
"..........No, no I don't see the sign....well......Yes I think I am but the rain is coming down in sheets. Yes I know I should have waited for the storm to clear, but I didn't want to lose out......Ok, yes, Ok....Aw, shit it's snowing.........Hold On, I gotta...................." As Mr. Devers tried to re-dialing Thomas's cell phone again and again he began reflect upon that morning his wife had called from the accident scene that had taken the life of his only son. Daniel Devers felt the flash of heat as his blood pressure rose, his face flushing and eyes showing distress. There was no answer; the phone was out of range, off, or maybe even damaged. Not knowing what happened to his young real estate client on that mountain was reason enough for Daniel to call his daughter to his office. "Dad, what the hell is wrong?" pleaded Margaret Devers as she hurried into Daniel's office. Margaret Devers, all 5'4" and 135lbs. of her wearing a wet burlap sack, was no shy girl. Her 31
Story Of Life
Why do we fall Why do we grow Why is it life can be so sublime,yet so cruel Why do we stand on the sidelines, when we can captivate people with our uniqueness. Why do we tell people lies to hide ourselves when what makes us the people we are can be seen as beautiful Why Why Why The Corner
In the corner, past the bed, if the closet door is open I can hide there. Sometimes when she is mad, really mad I can press myself tightly against the wall and she never finds me…too consumed by fury to think small. If she comes close to my hiding spot and it gets like that he usually draws attention to himself to protect me. I am not sure why, but he does. Oh, she takes what she can get too. She will start with that low nasty tone of voice that sends shivers up my spine and I can see her smile in my head that slow deliberate one. She will insult and intimidate him enjoying watching him squirm. She can see his fear battle his love for her as he bears the full brunt of her attack. Sometimes that is enough for her to fulfill her need for power but there are other times when it only whets her appetite for more. Those are the times that I love him the most. She has no conscience and no remorse pushing him, shoving him, pinching him, grabbing whole handfuls of his hair to whip his head ba
A Store That U Need To Read.
4 yrs ago i meet this girl that though she colud never have kids.cause when she was 16 she was pregnant but she losted the baby. then when i meet her she was telling me this. She would sit an cry cause she wanna a kid so bad. Well feb. 27.07. she had a lil boy . hes the one in my pic..... his foot was messed up when he was born..... But i am just so happy for her .... I know she will make a good mommy ... my prays go out to her an her family ... so pleas keep the lil biy in ur prays at night. THANK YOU, SHORTY420. 4 yrs ago i meet the man of my dreams. I love him so much. I would die for him. I would kill an bitch that trys to fu*k with him. Hes my bestfriend, my world, my hubby, I love you so much baby, I am glad that i get to grow old with you. where ever life may take us I will be there for you. what ever god made put on fornt of us i will be there. I will always have your back, you will always be my best friend. Love your wifey in lifey. shorty420
Story Time
Ok since I don't like to post deep personal thoughts and such for everyone to see I decided I would share stories from my personal experiences some can be rather entertaining. This particular story dates back to around 02-03 school year at Baylor University in Waco TX. I had a group of friends who were well geeks, nerds, dorks, outsides, what ever category the snotty rich kids of campus decided to give us but we were also pranksters with each other and the other students. We had recently learned from what friend that In the Japanese language some of the words for modern objects reflect the sound they make. Of course it didn't take it long to go to the gutter and we soon knew how to say green vibrator in Japanese. Well one of the crew wasn't there for this particular discussion and we decided that he would be the target of a practical joke. We were gong to try and figure out to get him to yell this across the main cafeteria on campus. The plant that unfolded was we were
Hello all... Found out i have a hidden talent for writing erotic stories lol i write one part each day..decided to post it on here...let me know what you guys think k? Make sure you read them in order lol peace ~cin i wake up to hearing soft voices from the other room...i yawn and stretch a bit trying to doze back off a bit before Master comes to wake me. i sigh realizing i cant. 'Master must have our evening company over already" i think to myself i start to sit up and realize Master has been watching me and most likely heard my thoughts to myself. he simply smiles and me and stands. "rest well pet"? i nod "yes my Master, this one thanks Master for allowing her to rest" he nods and stands slowly walking over to me "you are right pet" he grins knowing i know he read my thoughts "we do have company over this evening" i nod and smile again.."how shall this one dress Master"? he grins "as you are pet" i blink and gaze at him "well..almost as you are" he reaches forward and places a t
I lay still for a while, my breath slowing from a frantic panting as I gulped air into my lungs, waiting for my breathing to slow & my heart to stop racing. Idly, I stare at the ceiling when a thought occurred to me - what would have happened if she hadn't of been bound, gagged & blindfolded? Although I am incredulous that such a simple technique could cause such an extreme reaction, another thought followed swiftly after: if I was left dripping wet from our encounter - was she? Sitting upright, I relish the possibilities of this thought & then scramble around her so I am sat, cross-legged in front of her. My excitement mounting again as my eyes roamed her body, drinking in as much of her as possible, feeling my clit grow hot & achingly erect. Only vaguely aware that I held my breath, I reach forward & slowly part her shaven lips with my fingers, exposing her dripping hole, glistening in the lights. As I watch, she utters a low moan & her delicate flesh throbbed rythmically. Upon s
Story Of My Life!
She dressed in the morning in a short, casual jumper. She'd made it from a fine wale corduroy in deep, autumn tones. She wore a green turtleneck underneath, but no panties. She put the black panties into her pocket. No one would even suspect such a thing. Not about her. She'd been awake most of the night. Her mind was floating into the realm of the unknown. Into possibilities of fucking the forbidden. She wanted that guy at work so bad. But he worked on the docks. She worked in the office. There was this interoffice no-no at The Company about being friends with those from "the other side of the tracks" even though they worked at the same place. She was the college graduate, he was the felon. Everyone upstairs would die if they knew she was interested. It wasn't even daylight yet. He arrived at his job at 4:30 a.m. She walked from the bus to The Company, crossing city streets, into the industrial end of town. She doubted she was going to be able to go through with what she'd i
Stories (nsfw)
Janey walked into the coffee house. She scanned the room for him, this was so wierd! She'd travelled all the way from England to America. She'd planned it as a holiday with her family, had to get a couple of friends involved in order to afford the rental on the house. Plus she needed someone to look after her children. She had an ulterior motive for this trip. He was Ethan747, 38, 6ft, athletic build, total visual perfection in her eyes. Turned out to also be total partnership perfection for her too. It all seemed so simple apart from the minor detail of a few thousand miles between them. She'd saved a whole year to make it happen. It was crazy. She'd had dates with guys much closer to her, guys she thought were wonderful having read their emails, chatted on messenger and eventually on the phone. Every meeting had been a complete let down. What made her think this one would be any different? She kidded herself if it didn't work out at least she'd have a holiday out of it - she'd nev
Without sounding commonplace or vulgar, I wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her. It's that immediate, visceral response to which I think most, if not all, men can relate. It was through Gene, a client/friend that I met his wife Terri. I am a senior account manager at a bank and, frequently, Gene would be in my office discussing finances and Terri's name would be a constant in his discourse, something typical of husbands more than a little bit enamored with their wives. At the end of our sessions, it was also typical of him to say, you know, you really should meet Terri. I could never gauge to what degree he was actually serious. And, I could never see any compelling reason why I should meet her. Gene called one day, inviting me to lunch at a restaurant not far from where I worked. He ended the conversation by saying, there is someone here I want you to meet. I thought nothing of it, only that it was someone connected with his business. In retrospect, it wasn't surprisi
Story 4
FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not -- and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events. In their consequences, these events have terrified -- have tortured -- have destroyed me. Yet I will not attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but Horror -- to many they will seem less terrible than barroques. Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the common-place -- some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects. From my in
A Story
Take Some Time and actually Read this this is a GUY TALKING... ITS 7TH GRADE... I stared at the girl next to me...She was my so called 'best friend'... I stared at her... Long, silky hair... And I wished she was mine... But she didn't notice me like that... I knew it... After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before... And I handed them to her... She said 'thanks'... And gave me a kiss on the cheek... I wanted to tell her... I want her to know that I don't want to be 'just friends'... I love her but I'm too shy to tell her... And I don't know why... IT'S JUNIOR YEAR... My phone rang... On the other end it was her... She was in tears... Mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart... She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone... So I did... As I sat next to her on the sofa... I stared at her soft eyes... Wishing she was mine... After 2 hours... A Drew Barrymore movie... And 3
Story 5
When I was 15 years old, my granmother worked as a hospice nurse (home care until a patient dies). She would occasionally have to go out in the middle of the night to work a patient's death. Most times, my dad or I would go with her to keep her awake on the way to the patient's home. I remember it was a summer night, and my grandmom got called out to a patient that wasn't doing too well in the town of Hart Texas. When we got there, she went in and I stayed out in the car and waited on her for what seemed like hours. As I was flipping through the stations on the radio trying to find something decent to listen to. I caught movement coming out of the house. I thought, "Yes! We finally get to go home!" But it wasn't my grandmom. A man walked out the front door, down the steps and over behind a tree that was in the front yard. Then he peeked around the tree at me. All I could think was: it was some old man just trying to play childish games with me. After two or three times of him pla
The Story Of The Gingerbread People!!
Story 6
This happened during my senior year of high school. I was very close with my small group of friends, and we helped each other through some very rough times. My friend Donna was involved in a very unhealthy relationship at the time. She was never one to be completely mentally stable, so we rallied around her to help her through. I had a rather large fish aquarium in my room, so it put off a lot of light during the night. On this particular night I had fallen asleep fairly early. At around 11:30 p.m. I awoke to the sound of weeping in my room. I opened my eyes and rolled over not sure of what to expect. When I looked, Donna was sitting against my dresser with her knees bent up against her chest. I remember speaking her name in confusion, wondering how she got in there and what exactly she was doing on my bedroom floor. When I spoke her name, she looked directly at me and said, "I love you. Please help me. I need help so bad." At that she was gone. I tried to call her but there was
Story 7
About three years ago, I was sitting in a local coffee shop in lousina during a little road trip. The restaurant was empty except for me and the night waitress. She was really pleasant and talked a lot; she was offering places to check out while I was in town and seemed amazingly astute. In fact, she seemed almost prescient, even guessing my age almost to the day and month and even certain things that I was actually planning to do the next day. It was so light-hearted, I thought I really lucked out by meeting a easy-going, smart young lady quite out my my normal way. At closing time, she went to the back to, I guess, put some cash in the safe or something. As I was sitting there wondering what time I wanted to get up and hit the road again the next day, I momentarily thought I might even invite her for a few hours of "R&R." I decided instead to just remember the store and next time I passed through the area, to remember to stick my head in a say "hi" (no reason, I just wanted to pl
Story 8
Let me start out with this statement. I honestly do no care who does not believe this story. Because it did happen. And it happened the way I am telling it. I know how defensive I sound, but I am willing to take that risk. A bit of background: I am primarily self-taught in the Occult Arts. I say "primarily" because the only "formal" training that I had had previous to 2005, was from some local teachers. But I am eclectic, (borrowing from several traditions), and I repeat, primarily self-taught. In the the Middle of 2005, I got involved with a girl I should not have. Among his other issues, she fancied himself a Necromancer, (among other things). It was a long-distance relationship, started on the internet. A Necromancer can call up spirits, both Human & Inhuman and "enslave" them to do one's bidding. And she did have some magickal talent, I grant her that. And she had no problem using ingredients she should not, to appease whatever Dark God she worshipped. Now the
Story 9
WELL................. I've just come from standing in a ditch for thirty minutes while two DPS officers searched everything in my car. Mind you now, I am a white, 30 year old male driving around in a eclipse, for crap's sake. I got pulled over on a highway coming from all the county line liquor stores for doing 71 in a 65. Also, my back license plate light was out. They asked me to step out of the car, had me stand on the side of the road while they opened EVERYTHING I had in the car, including my bag of leftovers from having dinner at my Mom's house . They had me show them that I didn't have any pockets in the pants I have on and I had to show them I didn't have anything in my socks. I only got a warning for speeding and a ticket for expired inspection (my fault). The worst part of that was my excuse for it being expired. Honestly, my horn has a short in it and doesn't work most of the time. You can't get inspected if your horn doesn't work. I just haven't had time to take it
Story 10
It was about 9:30 p.m. when I left. From my friends relatively isolated apartments, it's about 10-15 minutes or so to downtown (Abilene has a population of about 110,000). Right next to Camalott Communications' old location is a $1.50 movie theater. At the time, the place was featuring that masterwork of modern film, Mortal Kombat. I drove by the theater on the way into the center proper and pulled into an empty parking space. Using the glow of the marquee to write out my check, I was startled to hear a knock on the driver's-side window of my car. I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn't realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted. Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14. Boy N
We'd been together for a long time, and we had found out a long time ago that we both liked dangerous sex. The fear of being caught got us excited. Today was no exception� We were on the bus, it was completely full. She stood facing me near the rear exit. She had on her white skirt, my favorite one. I quickly glance around, and then look her full in the eyes, and there is an unspoken conversation. I keep one hand on the pole to steady myself, and I pinch her left nipple through her shirt with my free hand. She squirms, and I know she wants me to keep going. I drop my hand, and caress her knee. I move my hand slowly up the side of her leg inside the skirt, glancing around ever so often to make sure that nobody sees. I get to her panty line, and I move my hand around the back. She moves her body against me, putting an arm around me. I squeeze her ass, and enjoy the feel of it in my hand, so smooth. I slip my hand underneath the underwear, and run a finger up her
Story From The Heart!
I once heard a story straight from the heart About a girl and how her world began to fall apart It all started when she met the boy that made her life complete Just thinking of him made her heart skip a beat They were the couple everyone wanted to be There were no imperfections as either one could see As the weeks passed they fell more in love and were less aware Of how often life turns out to be unfair Until one day she finally gave in She realized there was no way she could win She said I'm sorry but i have to let you go As he reached for her hand she pulled away whispering no When she turned around a tear slid down her cheek He just stood there speechless, forgetting how to speak The next few days were the hardest at home She truly felt she was all alone Her mom pushed in her face how she had won Her dad said "i knew he was just another one" Her sister said "come on you'll be ok" And her brother just tried to stay away At school it was like her friends weren't ev
George Carlin's rules for 2007 New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for ! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days . . mowing my lawn. New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout? New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards. New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men. New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men ca
Story Of A Moonlit Stroll
Story of a Moonlit Stroll . . . Her restless mood guided her evening stroll In the wooded glen from her childhood The moonlight cast shadows upon her path And as she turned, there the visage stood. . . The ghostly image met her eyes Yet, it wasn't fear she felt but overwhelming sorrow As tears glistened upon her translucent cheeks She felt a strange kinship to this ethereal figure . . . Why do you weep, M'Lady ? Please let me understand What haunts your spirit so And what binds you to this land? Take heed, child . . .'tis a heart-wrenching tale Of innocence lost and shattered dreams That causes my spirit to forever roam This glen where no one heard my screams. . . Long ago, on a night similar to this I came to this very spot to meet my fate Under the guise of love, to meet my betrothed But found him murdered, I arrived too late My own kinsman betrayed me And hatched a devious plan To kill my love and let me take the blame And bloodshed would ensue
The Storm
The Storm As The Night Fades To The Day You Are Startled, Shaken From Your Sleep, With Fear In Your Eyes, You Rush To The Window To gaze Across The Sky. The Feeling Of Horror Rises As You Look To The Heavens At The Storm That Is Raging Without Control. Sweeping Across The Land. Billowing Black Clouds Race Across The Sky Releasing It’s Fury To The Earth. The Blackness Stretches As Far As The Eye Can See Engulfing Everything In It’s Path. The Thunder Rolls Across The Sky In A Clap So Loud You Fear The Sky Has Been Torn In Two. You Stand Waiting For the Thunder To Be Silenced As It Screams Its Anger, For What Seems To Be An Eternity. The Lightning So Fierce And Angry, It Strikes With Vengeance, With The Power Of the Heavens. Continuously Searching For Prey, Destroying Everything It Can Find To Strike. The Beauty And Serenity Of The Earth Is At The Mercy Of The Storms Rage, As She Tries To Find Shelter Against The fury That Has Come To Take What Life It Can F
Waking up to the sound of rain hitting the roof. You stretch, not wanting to be awake yet and find that I'm not in bed with you. You turn to look around the room, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. You see my silhouette as lightning flashes outside. You walk slowly over to the chair im sitting in, watching the storm You reach down slowly running your fingertips from my shoulder and down my arm, locking our fingers together. Standing up i put our hands behind your back, slowly caressing your face with the other hand. Placing my finger to your lips, a sly grin across my lips. I lead you out of the bedroom and down stairs. "What are you doing?" you ask. Looking back at you i tell you to just come with me. Walking out the backdoor, onto the patio. The rain so cool on my bare chest, you stand in the open doorway looking at me, laughing. I come to the door and pull you out with me. Pulling you into my arms, kissing you, the rain making your hair wet and heavy, m
A Story By Lee
The box is small, but it contains all the fury and hatred that Hell could conjure. A silver box, barely the size of a cigarette case, holding fifteen bullets. Seven are engraved with the names of the hearts they belong in. The others are for anyone who gets in my way. I try to be fair. A hired gun is a risky occupation. You are never sure whom you can trust. If a client doesn't like the fact that you are a free agent, they try to find ways to persuade you to be exclusive. I, in my ignorance, decided that I couldn't be threatened. I work for whomever I want, when I want. They sent seven guns after me. I took that as a compliment. I understand that business is business, but these fools made it personal. They took my wife and my little girl from me. I know they are in Heaven now. Hell will be a small price to pay for the retribution I am about to deliver. First on my list is a kid that calls himself Tyrone. Tyrone thinks he is a thug straight out of the ghetto. He likes his clothes to
Story 11
It was the night of December 21, 1992, a night that will forever be etched into memory. I would remember this night only because of the horrifying event that would soon take place. The event that would only be referred to by the spirit Agaton as "The Seventh Gate". On the night of December 20, 1992 two friends and I decided to make contact with a spirit named Agaton. We had become intrigued with Agaton, not because he was just a spirit, but because he identified himself as one of the original angels that had fallen from heaven during Lucifer's revolt. He described himself as having wings like a bat with a wingspan of about 100 yards. He told us about the great spiritual battle that is being fought in the heavens, and the thousands upon thousands of demons that die each day as a result of this battle. He even made mention to the quality of air that existed in hell. He said that there is no oxygen in hell, only the fragrance of burning flesh that he so craves and desires. Agaton would
Stories Of The Heart
it had been a while since Master had to punish me and i was starting to really crave some attention. i was wondering what i could do to get myself into some trouble. i remembered the last time He really let me have it was when i broke the rule about masturbation. He was awesome that night! the pain was almost unbearable but so wonderful all at the same time! i started to wonder what would happen if i broke the rule about swallowing. Master said specifically that i am to swallow no one but Him under any circumstances. that sounded like He really meant business with that one! i called up one of the men i knew would be more than happy to help me achieve my goal and he came over to fuck my mouth. my Master's dick is the only one that truly tastes good to me but i was able to fake pleasure enough with this man to make him cum deep into my throat. as i smiled and licked the drops of cum from my lips i knew what i had done would cause me the punishment i desired! the next time i saw Master i
I'd been infatuated with Vanessa for years. Since before she started dating my brother, back when the three of us spent most of our time together. She was Edwin's age, two years older than me, and I knew that I'd never be more to her than Ed's kid brother. Particularly when their hormones kicked in, and they found each other's company more interesting than mine. We still spent time together after that, but never as much, and usually in the company of Vanessa's little sister, Virginia, a gawky, irritating brat who delighted in tormenting me. So I eventually lost interest in staying around them. Throughout college, Vanessa and Ed had a rocky relationship. They split op several times, only to make up during vacations when they would see each other again. Perhaps it was all of those breakups which led them not to rush into marriage after college. They did eventually buy a condo together, but I was in my senior year of engineering school when they finally decided to tie the knot. I th
Stories Of "old Folks"
I don't know the source. I saved it a while ago. Life is short! Break the rules! Forgive quickly! Kiss slowly! Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably.. And never regret anything that made you smile. Breakfast It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfas
The Story...
Ok so here is the point of the story It’s about a girl and a boy (they don’t have names there are just he and she). Their relationship starts in high school its very timid and shy at first but all that shyness and withdraws leads to a sexual and passionate relationship in later months. Ok, so am not done write it yet that’s going to take some time . . . but I’ll give you a little preview. It late and she hears him open the front door, as he makes the short dark walk to her bedroom (a walk he has made a thousand times before) she pretends to be sleeping, just hoping that she can surprise him. But it’s to late, she feels his hot breath on her inner thigh. She dare not protest. She could try but she being held down with a force she has never felt him uses before, she’s getting turned on and he can tell. She tries to raise her hip to show him how badly she needs his tongue and fingers, but her attempts go unanswered. He’s teasing her, kissing her thighs and just above her mound sta
The Storm
Apathy If We Don't Take Care of the Customer, Maybe They'll Stop Bugging Us. Blame The Secret of Success is knowing who to Blame for Your Failures. Despair It's always darkest just before it goes pitch black. Demotivation Sometimes the best solution to morale problems is just to fire all of the unhappy people Dysfunction The only consistent feature of all your dissatisfying relationships is you. Idiocy Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups. Mistakes It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others. Motivation If a pretty poster and a cute saying are all it takes to motivate you, you probably have a very easy job. The kind robots will be doing soon. Pessimism Every dark cloud has a silver lining, but lightning kills hundreds of people each year who try to find it. Romance Love is in the air. And it's pooping on my head. Tradition Just because you've always done it that way doe
The Storm
The Virgin drops fall gently against my vulnerable sculpture, bringing a wave of tranquility that laps against my soul. As the hands of the piercing wind claws like a wild banshee through the voluminous ebony clouds, tears of anger sting the face of the black sponge waiting below in thirst. The fire of heaven slits through the night sky in a thin line of destruction, and briefly lights what should be dark. As the grumble sounds, there are no signs of what passed in the night except for the freshness that lingers behind. By: Lucky to be Irish
Stories, Poems, And Thoughts Oh My
My appt for the cardiologist was rescheduled for today, and not surprisingly they didn't find a damn thing, but remember these are navy doctors. They did another EKG and they did an ultrasound on me which was pretty cool. They didn't do the stress echo on me, why I don't know. I am going to see if I can get a third opinion and have the stress echo taken, and let this be the deciding factor. Oh me and my stubborn ass. I went to workout today thinking that i can start off where i left off which was about a MONTH ago, but I did try to take it easy. I worked my arms, and some abs for a bit. I went downstairs to the counter and requested the racquetball gear. Just then I felt light headed. I asked for a Powerade. Next thing I remember was someone was smacking me in the face, "Dude. you okay?" I thought I was dreaming and was about to nod back off when he was like no no no. Bastard. So they took off my headphones, put a towel on the back of my head. . .and from what I hear I hit hard enough
This is a series of bedtime stories I made up. I've finally decided to put them down into words. I hope you enjoy the series. The moon was huge like a child's eye open in wonder. Scattered around it were thousands of stars twinkling like gems. The night was clear and brisk hinting that something magical may occur. The moon's light drifted downwards covering an endless expanse of white. The snow covered ground felt empty and lonely. A black speck disturbs the tranquil scene. Moving closer the dot enlarges revealing a penguin sitting on a nest. The penguin has a black and white hankerchief covering her head and a pair of glasses over her eyes. Momma penguin's eyes open as a brief quiver moves through her body. Yet another shiver echoes up her body and a smile breaks out on her face. Standing up momma penguin looks down upon the nest and the five eggs contained within. One of the eggs towers above the rest. Two eggs almost identical lay side by side. The fourth egg has a s
Story Of Two Monkeys..
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The Storm
The winds of rage came roaring through..... And ripped the heart from me and you. MISTAKES,TRANSGRESSIONS;all fueled the fire... Destruction of "Family" the Primary desire. Do we listen,ignore,or view with wise eyes? Bring forth truth instead of lies? Pounding hearts,eyes full of tears... Pulsing blood fuels our fears. Hope and wisdom,words of peace.... Who can restore these things in me? Fear has no place within my heart... The words"HARM NONE" the best place to start. Our Kingdom's our family,our friend,our lover; Father,Mother,Sister,Brother. Grant serenity,wisdom,patience,love.... Make honesty shine like a light from above. Only God has the right to decide who must leave... No one can change the way I believe. If you're family,friend;even if new.... Only you can destroy my belief in you.
Story I Wrote
what do u think about, do u think about if u have a true friend out there, do u treat the one friend like crap, what makes u get p every day, do u ever stick ur nose out in the air and smell the air when ur in the country side, do u ever think of why u were put on this earth and why u have such bad luck, what do u think every day night and day, whats the one thing that makes u get up other then work, do u even ask ur self questions but have no answer or no one to answer them, when ur in a group of friends do u listen to the one that needs to be heard, friendship means that u can cry on there shoulder, friendship means u can tell them secrets, friendship means they always have ur back when u need them, when u walk down the street and someone says hi do u reply or just walk by, what drives u to dream the things u want, what gives u pleaser other then sex, is that all u want is to want and dont care how meny peeps u hurt to get what u want, has any one been nice to u, have u ever th
Story Ideas
Many of these titles are still a work in progress. So please bare with me. If the story title doesn't seem to fit the story right, have faith, cus I will figure it out sooner or later. Kindling: A haunted house story that takes the basic idea of Stephen King's 1408-the room is just f**king evil. This story is about a house that is evil and the course it takes from the begining to become one of the scariest hauntings in Wyoming. Full of new ways of messing with the reader and the characters. So far this story has the sense of sudden scares and many things that will make your skin crawl. The Grounds Keeper: In the true fashion of a monster story, this story will make a mes of things. When a land owner gets frustrated with the travelers that tresspass on his land from the river, he conjures up a creation from the depths of hell even he can't run from. (this short story is just about ready for you guys to read.) The Haunting: When two people are destined to be together,
We have been together several times. You've learned what I like, what I've tried and what I would like to try but haven't been able to do yet. So you have been busy making plans. You won't give me any details. Just tell me to pick out something sexy to wear for you. I decide to wear my red dress with a corset underneath. I've gone with my new black corset, it laces in the back, has a red accent bra that is attached to the front. You've seen my pink & black one of this style but not this one. I have on black lace top thigh highs along with black lace panties. It's the most alluring thing I could think of to wear for you. As I finish getting ready, I hear my phone ring, it's you. You ask "Are you ready baby?" I repond and you let me know you are on your way. I grab my purse and slip on a pair of heels. After thinking about it, I grab my stelletos with the 5" heel to put on when we arrive at whatever destination you have planned for us. There is a knock at the door, I know it's you becaus
Story Time
What is your sexual style? You scored as a Shy You are shy, cute...but shy. There are a lot of people that find you attractive but you just aren't sure what to do. Shy 63% Hot 50% Exciting 50% Soft 25% Sweet 25% Wet 13% Awkward 6% Violent 0% I talk to her all the time. The more we talk,the more i think of her.I have many thoughts,many dreams. I want so badly just to hold her,cuddle her and kiss her. I think of her soft skin, the way she takes sharp breaths when i touch the top of her ample suculant breast. I softly kiss the sweet spot behind her ear on her neck whlie i make soft light circles on her sweet soft skin. i slowly trace her body up and down ever so lightly, all the way down to her sweet soft silk clad bottom. i want so bad to fell her heat but i want to make her so much hotter before i do. i softly touch her theigh, makeing small circles i start back up her body a little more toward the front now,tou
Stories From The Night Exhange
I've been thinking about writing a book for a long time. But what to write?? I've always heard "Write what you know" well..this is what I know. :) Once upon a time I had a group of friends that make the Sex in The City woman look like prudes. LMAO, which wasn't a bad thing. They were fun and they opened my eyes to a WHOLE new world.. Now, will these stories be true??..maybe :) names will be changed but that's about it I will introduce the characters soon. Well it's been awhile since I posted the "Night Exchange" but finally I am getting around to it :) (and I apologize in advance I don't always do spell check or grammar check. lol I write as fast as I think. So please...forgive my spelling etc....) I don't think this entry is NSFW but I'll mark it as such. Just in case Firstly, I will be introducing my friends to everyone. Keep in mind, I will not/cannot add actual pictures or names of my old friends. So I have found celebrities that I believe truly represent them :)
Story Time!
a long time ago there were a group of people who worshiped the petrols of the forrest and of the afterworld. these people all came together and prayed to their petrols for freedom, when the deal was made a tree was planted on a mountainside that symbolized freedom. movements should follow current. force and inertia make up current. wether your current or opponants force and inertia can be warped thus stability in movement is crucial. find hara (center) for perfect stability. do not move around or away from hara. move with hara centered and perferably in positive state (underneath opponents hara) these movement s make it easier for one to control opponents current. a negative aproach (above opponents hara) should only be used during forceful movements or attacks. I.E. toppling movements. in the positive position shoulders should be kept even in aligned with hara during physical spiral. during negative aproach shoulders should not be forced downwards upon or around opponents
The light from the morning sun reflected off the thin ice that had broken under the weight of Eargrif's boots as he passed between two boulders half again his height. The road that had been there the night before had become lost in the mud and partially frozen puddles that now covered the world around him. The cloak retained Eargrif's body heat keeping him comfortably warm in spite of the constant wind. It was this reason that made Eargrif believe it was too warm for him to have to worry about ice, until he slipped down a small hill. Luckily he had not fallen and was sure to keep an eye on were he stepped. Even though the road had been washed away, some signs of it remained. By starting where he had last remembered being on the road the previous night Eargrif could see a rough outline of it through the hills and larger boulders. The condition of the ground slowed Eargrif considerably; however the change in scenery was a welcome relief. Unlike the grasslands that he had been travelin
Stories About My Life
This is just something in my mind as im staying up all night yet again hehe... but anyway I have gone through all my life thinking why I'm less than others and it was so terrible to get picked on and mocked, for thinking you had friends when in all reality the truth was the ones you wanted as friends wouldn't give you the attention. To be brutally honest I don't want to sound like a completely arrogant individual but I have lived a very rough life, a life of chaos, envy, jealousy, deceat and so much more. As most of you prolly know the hardest thing to deal with in my life was the day I watched my uncle die at 5 years old he decided his life wasn't worth living, and shot himself right infront of me. Could you imagine the pain and guilt that would put a 5 year old through not knowing or understanding why his uncle shot himself while having his brains on your face ? But from then on my life went down hill, i was molested at 7 years old not even 2 years after my uncle killed himself. and
We meet in the doorway, the moonlight through the windows casting a silver sheen on your raven tresses. The candles give a golden glow to the ivory negligee that parts just enough to allow me a glimpse of your silken breasts yet still hiding the treasures of your secret places. We speak no words, but enfold each other in a tender embrace. I gently turn your face up to kiss you, your cheeks, your neck, your eyes, and finally your sweet lips. As we kiss, you move your body so your thigh is pressing my awakening flesh and mine can feel the rising heat of you. The negligee slips from your shoulders and falls to the floor, as does my robe, so we may stand skin on skin as we caress each other. Back, shoulders, arm, hair, all come under our questing touch. As your lips part to receive that intimate kiss, my hands of their own accord reach down to cup the sensuous curves of your bottom and draw you nearer to me. You guide us to the bed and we lower to it still holding each other. I gently t
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Stories/ Short Stories
He stood there, seemed like he was 100 feet tall, he stood as tall as the trees around.. He was a monster of sorts.. A creature so unique.. The forest grew quiet as the little girl entered inside.. A fear crept over the other animals as they watched.. The little girl, wondering around off exploring came across the monster.. she stopped dead in her tracks.. her eyes followed the monsters legs up, until her eyes reached the skies.. her eyes got big, and she stared.. The monster looked back down at her.. He growled to her.. She just stood there staring at him.. He stomped.. the ground shook under their feet.. yet she just stood there looking up at him.. This monster has always been feared, he has never been understood.. he has walked the forest for years alone.. The little girl kept looking up at him, just staring more and more.. The monster grunted and knocked over a tree trying to scare the little girl away.. once again the ground rumbled under their feet.
Story Time
Consumed by darkness in a world of full of many options and opinions circling about, being confused not knowing what step is right or wrong. Confessions upon the darkness your pondering if a choice to fall forth to the light growing attachment to something not ment to happen or is it the choice to fall deeper into the darkness making the best choice of them all making life visible to your mind and heart After years fade by the darkness starts to blend your life as if it was all a dream world but is more of a spark of purity tying lost souls of imperfection to a matter of dull mindless insanity. Troting upon the lost souls if imperfection your own life appears in the eyes who were forgotten or not to be known to a world that glims without a trace of existing knowledge, meanless until now, so stop hiding about and take advantage of all that is known to you now or let ot go before the end of time consumes all Free is as free can be. what does it take to be truly free? Is it like t
This was written by a good friend, Dillochan. I'm just stealing it to share with my FuFriends. :) _________________________________________________ The TRADIS had come to a rest just on the borders of a newly forming nebula. Rose wasn’t sure why the Doctor had asked it to go there, but she guessed that it had something to do with seeing the stars. Perhaps this is where the star that Reinette had wished to see was born. He had shared some of the details of his journey since disappearing through the mirror over tea later that night. Rose hadn’t pushed him for more than he was willing to give. She suspected that he wanted to talk to someone that understood, at least a little, what all those years of waiting for his chance to get back in the TARDIS had meant to him. Three pots of tea later and she had most of the details. Mickey had sat quietly through most of it. He kept glowering at Rose though. Ever since that kiss he hadn’t smiled. Well, he’s a grown up, he needs to act li
Story Of Me!!
Story on me ? I honestly do not care if you do not like me or what I have to say. ? I love having a boyfriend. ? Once I have money I spend it soon as it's in my hand. ? I love making out. ? I never want to look like someone else and I hate when ppl copy me. that is not the best compliment its the most annoying thing ever ? I would die for my best Friends and Family without thinking twice ? It takes a lot for me to let anyone in and get close to me. ? I dont trust guys at all not even kind of i dont care if "your not like the rest" because guess what you are. ? As much as I cant trust any of them I cant seam to leave them alone. ? I hate the feeling of being left in the dark about things, and being left out. ? I hate listening to peoples pitty problems, Like there hair, Or someone broke up with them.. because theres more important things going on like people dieing for us to even be here to have a relationship and a family. Get over it. ? I get frustrated easily. ? I bel
Story......any Thoughts?
....I take your hand and guide you through the darkened room towards the hallway. Walking away from your room, you start to hear the sound of running water from beyond the closed door to the bathroom. I stop at the door, and turn to you. Taking your face into my hands, I guide your mouth to mine. I kiss you deeply, letting my tongue explore your mouth and lips. As the kiss ends, I pull away and smile at you. Turning back to the door, I turn the knob and push it open. Steam that had been trapped in the room rolls out past us. We both feel the moist heat clinging to our naked bodies. Taking your hand again, I lead you into the bathroom. I have prepared the room for us. Looking through the steam, you see candles burning. The moisture in the air causes the flames to dance. The entire room has a very pleasant, romantic glow to it. The light is so diffused, it seems to be coming from everywhere. You smell incense in the air, and the scent adds a pleasing undertone to the feel of the room. La
Rick had arrived home Christmas eve night..he had to work the long arduous hours at theshop for the main reason he was taking over...His boss said it was time for him to retire and hand the biz of car remodelling to a younger man who can handle the work loads and do the paper work. There were 2 others who were to be chosen that night but Rick got it, because he had installed the computer and software, and re did the books so they would be understandable and actually saved the shop from bankruptcy. He opened the door, and all he could see were candles with lil notes by them...he went up to the first one after removing his coat and cap...and placecx them on the hooks...he read it... "Love, please play this game...giggles....go to the next card and follow the he led him to the kitchen where he sa a candle...a bottle of champagne, and another card...he read it, take the bottle of champagne and 2 glasses up stiars..follow the rose petals to the bathroom...signed
So fucking Hot!!!! Crave Online: Funny Videos, Sexy Videos, Music Videos, Movie Traile The Capture Victoria woke to complete darkness. She wondered where she was and why she couldn’t move. She yelled for help and heard only her echo. The darkness was interrupted by light that shone down on her. She looked around for anything to tell her where she was but to no avail. She realized that she was restrained to a wooden chair with leather straps and stripped down to her red corset and matching lacey panties. She tried to struggle but the restraints were too tight. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blinking red light on the wall and figured someone was watching. “Hello? Is anyone there?” she cried but the echoes of her pleas gave away to silence. A man stepped out of the shadows in front of her. As he came closer, she remembered that she saw him before. She recalled that earlier that night (assuming that it was the same night) her girlfriends and her w
A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands. When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance: "You may visit this store ONLY ONCE!" There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs. The 2nd floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. The 3rd floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help with Housework. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can
It was storming here, with wind gust up to 62 mph. Rain, wind, thunder, and lightening. So I am working at the bar tonight 10/17/07 and the fire departments head guy comes in. I didn't think nothing of it, til I look at his face. He told me that my huge tree in my front yard fell on my house. i said you have to be kidding me, he said no I need you to go home and check it out. So I had to go up home and sure enough my tree is laying on my house. It was still storming so we really could not see much but my husband went inside and made sure the roof was not leaking and no broken windows. So now tomorrow I will not be at work at my first job so I can stay home and clean up the damn tree. The worst thing is right now we don't know how much damage there is until we get the tree off the house!! i will post pictures when i can. UPDATE::: Got the tree all cleaned up now. Insurance adjuster just came out today 10/19/07 and told me some very good news! So now we can get our house fixe
Stories Online
THE STAR It was on the first day of the New Year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheel about the sun, had become very erratic. Ogilvy had already called attention to a suspected retardation in its velocity in December. Such a piece of news was scarcely calculated to interest a world the greater portion of whose inhabitants were unaware of the existence of the planet Neptune, nor outside the astronomical profession did the subsequent discovery of a faint remote speck of light in the region of the perturbed planet cause any very great excitement. Scientific people, however, found the intelligence remarkable enough, even before it became known that the new body was rapidly growing larger and brighter, that its motion was quite different from the orderly progress of the planets, and that the deflection of Neptune and its satellite was becoming now of an unpreceden
Stories And Poems
This is fun...try it out. Woohoo. let's have fun with this. Thanks Joanna.... You Can Only Type ONE Word. Not as easy as you might think. Now copy and paste into your blog and tag 5 ppl to do the same. Leave a comment to let us know you have done it, AND LEAVE THEM A COMMENT TO LET THEM KNOW THEY HAVE BEEN TAGGED. It's really hard to only use one-word answers! 1. Where is your cell phone? hip 2. Your significant other? none 3. Your hair? medium 4. Your mother? Mary 5. Your father? Mark 6. Your favorite thing? Tulips 7. Your dream last night? never 8. Your favorite drink? coke 9. Your dream/goal? love 10. The room you're in? bedroom 11. Music? country 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Chicago 14. Where were you last night? home 15. What you're not? liar 16. Muffins? banana 17. One of your wish list items? happiness 18. Where you grew up? Texas 19. The last thing you did? coffee 20. What are you wearing? jeans 21. TV? hardly 22. Your pets? dogs
Stormspinner's Poetry/photography
Picture: reds, yellows, greens on the radar screen. Might be pretty, but tell that to those living under the swirling color, black: the storm does not give a damn about color schemes as it rearranges lives and buildings to its satisfaction, despite what the weatherman says. All it has on its mind is creating chaos, getting out before it is caught on video: wasn't quite quick enough. (c) 2007, *StormSpinner*
Story Part One
A here's part of the story; I woke up very hungry this morning; I felt like i could eat a buffalo. All around me the dust was rising and i herd the buzzing of the flies on a body. I turned over carefully to see that Charlie died last night, he was very frail. The cooks took the body to the kitchen and i knew it was going to be a rich soup day; my mouth was some what watering. I herd the alarm go off waking the rest of us up. I stood up and helped Danny who was next to me. We walked out of the box we called the oven outside which was a much cooler. Danny looked at me and we both prayed that our owner would sell some off us off today or we won’t survive. The dust picked up and i could tell it was a fleet of trucks coming. I look at my trainer who was tearing up he said Scamp he was smart and sold our contracts. I shrugged my shoulders knowing where my trainer goes i go because of his binding contract, which stated he was sold to me for wages but could be sold back for pay
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The Story Behind "august"
A few weeks before I was born, My mother asked my father; "What shall we name this son of ours?" Without hesitation my father replied, "August, after my father." My mother's response was something to the effect of "eeuugh! I hate that name. How about Brian?" Never one to give ground easily, my father rebounded with "Great, August Brian, I like the sound of that." "Brian August" and the battle was finally joined. "August Brian, three reasons." "What's the first reason?" "Alphabetical, A before B." "I'm not convinced. What's the second reason?" "Our last name starts with a B, if we make his initials B.A.B., one day he'll be big enough to pay us back." "That has a little merit. What's the third reason?" "I promise, we'll always call him Brian. It's just very important to me that he be named after my father." And so the deal was struck, and my mother has never called me August, however, my father has never called me Brian. It's one of the reasons they go
The Story
The Littlest Christmas Tree T'was a blustery and bone-chilling night that Christmas Eve. The snow was piled deep and there seemed to be no relief in sight. And yet it was beautiful. They didn't have much, but they had each other. Ever since Little Tommy's dad passed away four years ago Christmas Day, he had been a very depressed child at this time of year. His Grandfather, Otis, tried as best he could to help, but with the arthritis, this time of year was difficult for him, also. There were no presents under the tree this year, times had been very hard on Tommy's family, in fact, there wasn't even a tree. Grampa Otis suddenly had an idea!! He had saved a little money, it wasn't much, but maybe, just maybe it would be enough. He said, “Come on, Tommy...we're going to get that Christmas Tree...what's Christmas without a tree?” So, they grabbed their coats, which were very old and worn fairly thin and went out into the snow and cold in search of a Christmas Tree lot, knowing that t
A Night in front of the Fireplace Tonight I am going try something new with Lady K. Lady K had let me know in no uncertain terms that the spark was fading and that if I did not rekindle the spark she was moving on . It was up to me to change her mind. So I decided that I had been to complacent in the bedroom and I needed to take back control. I called Lady K at home that morning and told her that I would be over to her place at seven o’clock that night. She cut in saying that she had plans to go out with the girl tonight. I told her I would be there at seven o’clock and she would be waiting for me. She again tried to cut in but I stop her. I let her know that if she wasn’t there that we’re though. I described what I wanted her to be wearing when I arrived. She was to have on a pair pink thigh high stocking with the matching pink lace shelf bra and panties that I had bought for her, as well as, her black mid calf skirt with the black two inch spaghetti strap pumps. Along wi
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Story From Street
The boy went oily train rails. He houlding in his hand a stick. Whit that stick he mixed papers which had fallen from the hazeltree. Sometimes he pressed a few papers as a ball,and smelling them. They smell better than guick glue and mouldy mattresses. His name is NIKITA. Pretty, eye boy. The legs of the big men,s trousers hampered the progress,because his legs were stick;s thin. The pockets were full of stuff. He has plastic bag the contents of which were unknown. Nikita was lucky,he found one hazel. He put that in the pocket. The vote of the pipe of the train made him step a side. Nikita was not so special.One of those poor kids on the sreet. Passer-by who is like a shadow. This not his first day on the sreet. Behind him is allready..year at approved school and another year sreet life. Two times 365 days...and all that only minus. Everything was begin when his father left his family. Father just get bored those kids who cry all the time,just dont
Im going to leave work early and make my way to your house. I will take you in my arms and give you a deep passionate kiss, then give you little kisses on your shoulder, making you more excited. I will slip my hands down your pants, and give your hot wet slit a stroke, finding your clit like I always do the first time...making you hotter. You would have my cock in your hand by now, slowly stroking it, and feeling the wetness of my precum on the swollen head of my penis.... staying like this for a while, enjoying each others fingers, I would play with your clit, the way you love it, giving you that tickling sensation that makes your legs buckle. Discarding our clothes on the floor, I will then lay you down on the bed, hugging and passionately kissing you all over.... making sure I pay good attention to your hard nipples... sucking each in turn, and giving them little bites to get you really going. I will move down and give your hot wet hole a good seeing to with my tongue, paying pa
The Story Begins
Back at the operating room begins the difficult procedure on Tank to surgically attach his new arm. They start connecting each nerve ending to a wire on the arms itself. As they connect each set of nerves they test them through an incision they have mad through tanks skull causing twitches in the reflexes. After a while movement can be seen through the new arm as with every poke and prod the arm it self moves for a certain function. They then begin to run wires up from the new mechanical arm up through his skin implanting more wires to his brain. Graves stand outside the operating room the entire time with his thoughts on Tanks quick recovery Krash is found in the blood packs room as she goes into telling them about what she discussed with Graves. “What do you think is the deal with patient Zero? Do you think graves isn’t telling us everything?” Mary questions the group. Maybe he is trying to protect us from something, but still we need to know what it is?’ Krash responds. “O
Stories Of The Night
I lay there in my bed.. just past midnight. The cold night breeze kisses my warm skin.. the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.. sleeping.. dreaming.. and you hovering in.. as if in a cloud of air.. standing above my bed.. you can hear the pulsating of my heartbeat.. and you can smell the warm blood that are in the veins that are so apparent. You lean in.. move my hair away from my swanlike neck.. placing your fangs upon my flesh.. piercing the skin and drinking of my essence..almost to the last drop of crimson.. then you stand up.. wipe the last drop from your cold lips.. feeling my life intertwine with yours..the feeling is almost overwhelming.. but you leave backing into the shadows in whilst you came.. Leaving me alone one again. Every night he watches her. Wanting, wishing for something that he can’t have. This won’t keep him from her, he is adolescence after all; the rules mean nothing to him. So he sits on the rooftop across from her window. He knows she cannot see h
Something must be wrong with me. No really, something must truly be wrong with me. I keep telling myself this is the last time, but it never seems to happen. I mean why in the hell did I let him talk me into letting him come over. "I just want to talk" my ass. I knew exactly what he wanted, but for some reason I caved in. Just look at him hogging all the covers. He doesn't have any type of concern for me. He's a selfish bastard, and I let him in my bed. I met him three years ago at a friends birthday party. I was attracted to him the minute I saw him and the minute I saw him I knew he'd probably be trouble, but like typical True I wanted him anyway. So I pursued him. And at first like every relationship it was like heaven. We talked for hours on the phone, he took me out all the time, he brought me things, he was romantic. I fell for all the tricks in the book. I was in love, still am and I wanted to believe all of his promises. He had a great way in making things sound so good, hel
A Story Is Only As Good As Its Name
I am writeing a horror novel. I need names for the main charecter (i want it to be sweet and innocent sounding) I have a name for her husband (Spencer Adrien Crow) I LOVE IT And im not sure where exactly this should take place....ohio, mayland. maine.... Also I am not sure what to title it, I will be posting bits and peices of it here every once and a while. but if you really are intrested give me a holla at..
Story Time
We have been here before. The stench is the same, and so are the stains. The house music thumping it’s madness to the crowd that awaits in the other room, barely penetrating it’s way into the “green” room or dressing room, as some places prefer to call it. The walls plastered with stickers of bands, some still around, some only to play once. The smell that fills your nostrils is that of warm piss on an old cast iron steam radiator, though none seems to found in the area. Walking in is the owner of the club, smug with the typical Donnie Brosco mustache, and beer belly, obviously from an era that has long since passed him by. “Soun check, yous guys are on in like ten” he says through his swiveling cocaine jaw. Anthony with sticks in hand, practices his beats on the arm of the putrid sofa, which in of itself a reminder of a hay day of when rock and roll was actually drugs, sex, and rock and roll, lined with stains of past ecstasy and drunkenness. Before running through hi
Story Behind The Name...
My friend gave me the name Killa Pussy awhile ago. She says that foreplay now requires heart paddles and epi shots in my life. All of this is simply because my ex had a heart attack while we were having sex....he did live through it. Then I broke both of my vibes. Hey what can I say?
Story Of The Maltese Cross
The Story of the Maltese Cross The badge of a firefighter is the Maltese Cross. The Maltese Cross is a symbol of protection, a badge of honor, and its story is hundreds of years old. When a courageous band of crusaders, known as the Knights of Saint John, fought the Caracens for possession of the Holy Land, they were faced with a new weapon not known to European fighters. It was a simple but horrible device of ware. The Saracens' weapon was fire. As the crusaders advanced on the walls of the city, they were bombarded with glass bombs containing naphtha. When they were saturated with the liquid, the Saracens threw flaming torches into the crusaders. Hundreds of knights were burned alive while others risked their lives in an effort to save their kinsmen from painful fiery deaths. Thus, these men became the first firemen, and the first of a long line of firefighters. Their heroic efforts were recognized by fellow crusaders who awarded each ot
The Storm
this christmas for all the girls and boys ready to open grandma and grandpas toys to be a kid again and relish those times playing football in the snow the adults drunk on wine and know the hair has turned grey the black and white of the local paper gives the play by play and the snow that once made frosty come to life is just a friggen hassle to get off my windshield to get off my windshield with the company bought knife only noe through the wine bloodshot eyes the true meaning of christmas does just arrive finally taking that 2nd job to keep up with mr and mrs jones knowing i got an an apartment their in their winter home putting on my pretend face better with them than to be alone be cont. oh wow your reading this but soon its your country that youll miss your time is to precious to care about the vote fuck it right you gotta bran new coat you have time to get get drunk with your friends dont matter much the soliders life that just came to an end
Story Behind 12 Days Of Christmas
The Story Behind The 12 Days Of Christmas There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffled me. What in the world do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge that won't come out of the pear tree have to do with Christmas? From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember. The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ. Two turtledoves were the Old and New Testaments. Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love. The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John. The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament. The six g
Story Time
OK Seraphims are the top notch angels in the realm of all angels...these guys are mine! They have been nothing but sweet to me and the list will grow... Ladies check my guys out! They are awesome! Alive&Kickin NavyGhost Just me (Cat's RL love) Doc is in Iraq Airforceben TinyBri bdbyjc1 Ralimore Eros ToBN2B VanillaSmoothie(Fubar hubby to My Dirty lil secret) Sgt Ronin TheNite WiiStud rchltte dr.blkmagic big dadie 1989 Celtic White hawk patchlee Josh Mp5 jonnyb Jon Majik Normancase Corey P. (although there are days...) DO you think I have what it takes to get published???...Now it is your turn...tell me what you think of this...all suggestions welcomed... A storm was rolling in, the breeze was picking up but I didn't care. I felt safe knowing you were with me, my heart raced at the thought of having you all to myself with no outside world to distract us. Our hide away is just screaming to be made love in...A queen size bed draped with cream colored misqui
Stories Of Some Goddesses Worshipped In Pagan(wiccan) Religion Worldwide
Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire (the forge and the hearth), poetry, healing, childbirth, and unity, is celebrated in many European countries. She is known by many names, including that of Saint Brigid who is, perhaps, the most powerful religious figure in Irish history. Born at the exact moment of daybreak, Brigid rose into the sky with the sun, rays of fire beaming from her head. She was the daughter of Dagda, the great 'father-god' of Ireland. In Druid mythology, the infant goddess was fed with milk from a sacred cow from the Otherworld. Brigid owned an apple orchard in the Otherworld and her bees would bring their magical nectar back to earth. It is said that wherever she walked, small flowers and shamrocks would appear. As a sun goddess her gifts are light (knowledge), inspiration, and the vital and healing energy of the sun. Brigid became the wife of Bres, an Irish king. Together they produced three sons, each of them became a famous warrior. Brigid and her husband
Stories That Will Make You Hard Or Wet
Your in my every thoughts, the softness of your eyes, the little smerky smile you get when you know you out did me. Everytime I see you on cam makes me wanna be in your warming embrace. The feeling of your arms arround me makes me feel at ease with what the world brings my way. The soft warm touch of your skin next to mine giving me chills cause it feels so right to be with you......the flight there is going to have me wanting that feeling more then anything just to be imbraced by you.... to feel your soft lips touch mine for the first time... to be able to look into your soft eyes and see into your soul....recieving a melencoly feeling of serenity....i lean into kiss you again this time i throw in a lil tongue in with it, with my arms arround your back holding you close to me letting you know i'm not walking away from this... i look arround for a possible spot to be alone in the airport just to be able to have some fun while catching up on times enjoying the fact that i'm finally t
Storys ( True And False )
My cousins boyfriend remodels houses and one day he was in the closet of a house and felt something on hes neck and swiped it off. 3 days later the same spot swole up to be a huge red bump. He went to the doctor and they cut it open to drain and discovered a brown recluse spider layed 3 egg sacks in hes neck. Then he fell ill and started suffering horrible stomach cramps and spent a whole month in the hospital before he recovered. This is a true Story - My mom called me the other day to tell me he was released from the hospital finally.
Stories From The Road
Ok it has now been brought to my attention that while at Hooters Brow beating bottom feeders that I missed some funny things we said and did and Barry is bitching about. So during the how do you live with yourself comments, One of us busted out this Beauty," I mean seriously you would never give this mark the time of day. Seriously he could not get laid if he had a $100 bill taped to the end of his dick." But Barry proved something extremely important, No matter how much you beat a bottom feeder they still do what you tell them. So after last call Barry wants another beer and tells us that he bets us he can get Moron to give him another one. He calls her over..."Hey I want another beer." "Its past call," she murmurs. I point out that at two beers for the price of the big ones she owes him one. She still says no I call bullshit.... Barry breaks out this beauty... "You get me another one if you can and I pay alot for it." And sure enough the bottom feeder returns with his beer. He pays
Storm's Brewing
o every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait" To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful." To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her. To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down. To every guy who has given her flowers just because thats how he rolls. To every guy that said he would die for her. To every guy that really would. To every guy that did what she wanted to do. To every guy that cried in front of her. .... To every guy that she cried in front of... To every guy that holds hands with her. To every guy that kisses her with meaning. To every guy that hugs her when she's sad. To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all. To every guy who would give their jacket up for her. To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe. To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes..... To every guy that would give his seat up... To every guy that just wants to cuddle. To every
Story Board
I knew my endless summer was over as I watched her walk away across that dusty gravel parking lot... It had been a long 5 years since that fateful day on 9-11. The T.V. newsmen said Americia is under attach and we don't know where the President is. I don't know where he was either, exactly but I have a damn good idea since I was with his airplane pulling security. She was safe at home with the kids in what east coasters laughingly call "flyover Country" while we were ditributing more ammo and putting on our ballastic flack vests. You see we thought it was all a drill designed to test our response, then we heard the real news on some little old ladies car radio. Not long after things went back to semi normal but every single true American knew in their heart that our innocence was long gone. My life had changed radically. Long gone were the days of working for a fortune 500 comapany, replaced by working security for the U.S. Army in some backwater airport disarming women of their
The Story Of Christmas
The Story of Christmas Christmas (literally, the Mass of Christ) is a traditional holiday in the Christian calendar which takes place on the twenty-fifth day of December and celebrates the birth of Jesus. According to the Christian gospels, Jesus was born to the Virgin Mary in Bethlehem, where Mary and her husband Joseph had travelled to register in the Roman census. His birth was said by his followers to fulfill the prophecies of Judaism that a messiah would come, from the house of David. Christmas is also a secular holiday throughout much of the world, including countries with small Christian populations, such as Japan. The precise date of the birth and historicity of Jesus are much debated. "Christmas" is often abbreviated to Xmas, possibly because the letter X resembles the Greek letter (Chi), which is the first letter of Christ's name as spelled in Greek. The Story of Christmas The story of Christ's birth has been handed down for centuries, based primarily on t
Stories And Other Things
Lovers Lust He saw her from across the darkened hallway. The only light that of a candle. She did not see him. His gaze was hidden in shadow. He looked upon her with admiration. He never saw such beauty. Her hair was of black walnut and her eyes glowed in the candle light. Deep blue, with a shade of gray like a cool morning before dawn. She had high cheekbones and a sharp nose. Italian and Greek features in her face. Her body was tall and slender. Her breasts high and small. Long smooth legs hidden in her long dress. Black silk flowing in a distant breeze. He was frozen with awe. He never saw such beauty. He watched her walk out onto the balcony away from the single flame of the candle. He knew she was alone in this house. And he felt the urge to let her know of his presence but waited. She stood silent in the moonlight. The night sky bright with the moon and stars made a silhouette that showed her form. She raised her hand to the sky and opened her fingers
The Story Behind It
Shattered Lives it's one of my more bitter masterpieces. like i said at the very beginning i have depression, along with that i have emotional disability. 9th grade i threatened to kill a teacher out of anger, i couldn't stand him but he was just so fucking uptight and he'd bitch at you for the smallest things. i got stabbed in the back by a third of my friends,if you'd even call them friends. So since that year happened i rarely trust anyone, whether it be family or people i've been friends with my whole damn life i don't trust anyone anymore,and i don't smile anymore. the title refers to all the heartache and stress we had to go through in the days to follow after i admitted i said what i said we had to meet with the school superintendent and several other school board members along with the school principal. i didn't get expelled but i got community service for what i said. i think the hardest part of it overall was seeing both my mom and dad walking out of the school at t
Story Of My Life
YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? So, here's how it works: 1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc) 2. Put it on shuffle 3. Press play 4. For every question, type the song that's playing 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button 6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool... Opening Credits: closing time, semi sonic Waking Up: man in the box, alice in chains First Day At School: animals, nickel back Falling In Love: hero of the day, metallica Fight Song: by the way, red hot cheli peppers Breaking Up: smash, the offspring Prom: congradulations, blue october Life: figured you out, nickel back Mental Breakdown: lose it, emenim Driving: freshman, the virve pipe Flashback: one, metallica Getting back together: hey God, bon jovi Wedding: bang blame, rem Birth of Child: sound of silence simon and garfukel Final Battle: save me, shine down Death Scene: lie to me, bo
I'm alive and well after making it through Sunday's nights - Monday mornings hurricane force winds! We had winds clocked at 81 but here in Montesano it was definately higher. We lost half our roof and our house even rocked back and forth at one point which was pretty scary! We've been out and about and seen first hand the devistation in Grays Harbor County. We got power back last night but there are people still without tonite. My husbands work was destroyed by the storm too. It's going to be a tight Xmas this year for us! And prayers go out to our friends in Centralia and Chehalis who are flooded out of their homes and lost everything! We lucky in comparison!
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A Story..................
They entered the bedroom holding hands, both of their palms wet with sweat. They were nervous......excited and giddy with anticipation. They stopped next to the bed, turning to face one another. She looked up into his eyes, feeling the excitement she felt the first time she had seen him. He felt the butterflies in his belly as he looked down upon the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He placed his hands on her waist and bent his head down to kiss her ever so soft lips. She responded by placing her arms around his neck, pulling herself towards him, darting her tongue into his mouth, searching for his tongue, wanting this moment to be more than special. As their bodies molded themselves into one, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor, She felt his warm hands on her bare flesh, almost trembling at the electric shock it brought to her nerve endings. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her body, his hands
The Story Of Bubba
Bubba was born on a cold and snowy Sunday night on the 13th of Feburary in 1977 he came into this world at 8:43 pm. And you now the saying eat shit and die well Bubba ate shit before he was born and was a sick little boy. They shipped him to a special neo natal clinic for premie babies he stayed there for 9 days then we brought him home. if i knew how he was going to turn out i would of left him there. thats all for now folks there will be another writing in a few days
Story Teller
KEEP A SMILE IN YOUR HEART,KEEP A KISS. KEEP IT THERE TOO,WHEN THINGS SEEM TO FALL APART,THOSE THINGS WILL PULL YOU THROUGH. WHEN SOMEONE ASKS WELL HOW ARE YOU,? OR SAYS THAT YOU LOOK GREAT SMILE, SAY THANKS ALOT.SHOW LOVE INSTEAD OF HATE. without you the world is dark and bleak without you i am pathetic and weak without you the world is frightening You are my strength, my thunder and lightning without you the world is an empty shell without out you I would be in hell You are my beacon, my shining light you are my everything, my reason to fight you are my courage to do what is true and right you are my moon, my sun my starlit sky you are my love, my angel, my key to heaven you are my honor, my magic my reason for livin I know you you are scared, I really am too place your love and trust in me so we can do what we need to take my hand heart to heart together we will make a new start together in love we will make our stand always and forever hand in hand. lov
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A Story I Wrote ....
A cold loney night I rocked and cried myself to sleep so many times in a darkend loney room Asking God so many times ... WHY??? WHY cant no one love me when I have so much love to give? WHY... Does he use me as a punch bag for his amusment ? WHY ... am I ignored , Do I deserve this? WHY... Can I not escape this torment? I know I need to be strong To stop the shaking and shivering The weeping into my pillow I find comfort in a cold spare bed in a cold spare room My safe haven away from the fear I lay my head down gasping for air as my tears become loud sobs I am begining to calm and the house is all quiet I lay down my aching head , My limbs feel so numb and dead He dont care what he has done, His asleep now that his had his fun I turn to the only friends I have here at the dead of night I am sure my cats know how I hurt as they each snuggle to protect me From the cold loney night.
sam sat in his living room..there was not a thing on tv but action movies and soap operas which bored him to tears. he led a life of boredom, losin most his friends to getting married, or moving to other locations, he had no family left cept a few who didnt bother to call, write, or even visit. he had nothing to lose or gain, just another day in his boring life in hell. The loneliness crept into his life like so much mold on bathroom was killing him tho he fought it off like so much mud. Suicide was out of the questiuon he didnt believe in that, not because he was religious. oh hell no...he chuckled to himself but why waste a perfectly good human like him? he stood up from his recliner and went into his kitchen finding a beer he bought last night in the fridge he popped the top and drank some hoping to catch a buzz, but nadas happened..."figures" he said quietly to himself....he strode back to his room turned the tv onm his fave channel an d flopped on the bed...took anoth
The Story Behind My Dream Tattoo..this Will Be Submitted To The Kat Von D Show...
A Story I Had To Write....
Well, one night it was nice and the weather was just perfect. You decided to go for a drive in your truck. You pull up next to a woman wearing all black sitting in a nice mustang. She is wearing a short skirt, thight highs and at the top was some lace and as you looked you could feel your manhood move and get harder with every inch of looking at this woman. You slowly move your eyes back up and see she has a plunging neckline on and it is showing her very plump breasts. You can't help but start to rub your manhood there in your jeans. You can't see the womans face and you want to so just as you get ready to day something to her....the light changes and she drives off......You decide to follow her.....She drives fast and this turns you on even more.....She finally pulls over into a parking lot and gets see she is beautiful to the point of breath taking and you want her badly! She goes into this bar and you wonder " Should I go in?" then you say to yourself " Fuck
It was now late night and I laid down on the cot in the sleeping room. The day had been hectic and yet I knew that it was possible that the night would hold more work for all of us. I listened to the rain as it pounded down against the metal roof of our station. Some of the crew sat at the far end of the room playing cards, some sat reading and others jjust lounged about. Supper was over and all the dishes had been done and taken care of. I closed my eyes and recounted the events of the day, searching for any little thing that I could have changed to make the day a little easier. Downstairs under us was all the equipment that we needed to handle our jobs as the fire engines were parked and awaiting the next call. Our personal gear was all hanging and waiting for us along the sides of the bays. Our fire company was one that everyone supported everyone and were always there when others needed them. This made it easy for me to dress and make it to work each day, knowing that
Story Time
He straddles over her in her chair, and pushes her hair off to the side and around her ears, as he stares into her eyes, gently kissing her on her lips as he massages her head and plays with her hair. one hand slides down her body and under her shirt, gently caressing at her body, as their lips continue to embrace, his other hand fixes her hair behind her, before sliding down her body and under her shirt. their lips part only long enough for him to slide her shirt over her head before their tongues meet again, dueling between their lips as his hands explore her breasts beneath her bra. he slides off her body, and pulls her up out of the chair, and as he leads her to the bedroom, her undoes her bra, exposing her beautiful tits to him fully for the first time. as she sits on the side of the bed, her blindfolds her and guides her boy gently into the center of the bed, and gently pulls each arm over her head, wrists crisscrossed, when she hears "click, click click" and the
Story 1
You decide that you're going to come home for a quick bite to eat, when you notice that my car is parked out front. You think to yourself, ok she should be at work. So you walk in and you hear the TV in the bedroom. "Hey mama, you home?" No response. Maybe I'm taking a nap? You walk towards the door, and just as you're about to open the door you hear moaning coming from what sounds like the TV. You stand there for a second listening to make sure its the TV, and then you realize its me and the TV. You walk in on me and there I am laying on the bed, spread eagle. I'm still in my work shirt but all I have on are panties, and socks, my pants are at the foot of the bed, and my hands are busy inside my panties...My head is back, my eyes are closed, and I'm biting my lip. You stand there for about 10 seconds just admiring the view. My chest is rising up and down real fast, as I really start to get into it. You slowly walk over to me and touch my thigh,
Story 2
...So you call me and I'm still at work. Now that I've gotten a promotion I have a nice cushy office. So you figure what the hell you are going to swing by the office some what unexpected. When you get there my receptionist tells you that I'm just wrapping up a conference call but if your quiet you can go in. So you slowly open the door and let yourself in, you hear the voice of another person on the speaker phone, I have a surprised look on my face and I wave in silence and put my finger over my mouth to tell you not to talk and motion you to the seat in front of my desk. You walk over and give me a quick peck on the lips. What I didn't notice was that you locked the door behind you. You walk around my desk and pretend to look out my window and I continue my conversation, You reach around and start to tease my nipples you can hear a slight change in my voice but nothing that draws the attention of the person on the other end. Then you turn my chair a
The Story Of My Life.
Seeing as I grew up in an abusive household, I took to drugs and alcohol at an early age. I was diagnosed as a depressive as a child, dysthermia was the term to be exact. I was diagnosed as Bipolar when I was in my teens. I was prescribed several medications on and off beginning at the age of nine. When I was about nineteen I came clean, got sober. With that, I also was prescribed Depakote to tame my Bipolar depression. However, I was never Bipolar. I was on Depakote up until the beginning of 2007. I developed Drug Induced Lupus from it. I nearly died. I could not walk, talk, and my heart stopped several times. I am lucky to be alive. My intuition told me it was Lupus, I SOMEHOW managed to research it on the computer to find that there was a medical condition called DRUG INDUCED LUPUS and that was in fact what I had. As a result of that medical condition, I LOST some of my memory and I also developed fibromyalgia. In addition to that I was on Wellbutrin. With Wellbutrin I lost both my
Stories & Poems
I once know who you were not sure I do now You want told me that are friendship was one of the best things in your life and now.......and now it hangs buy a tread. And for what? You once so happy that you I could picture flying high in the sky. Free as a bird Know your more like a kipped bird longing for the freedom it once knew and loved Most of all I miss the friend I know that did not care about the good things in there life even tho other people did not want them in it. Who are you and where did my friend go? Numb to the world as love is torn out of me. My heart like a crystal shard in to a thousand peaces. I tried to make sens out of the nothingness once called love. Trying to pick up the shards as the melt like ice in my hands. Crashing down wards spiral not knowing when I am going to hit bottom. Life once filled with meaning now fades to block. Trying to feel the void with false hopes and dream and see the crumble before me. Never knowing if
2 Stories..gotta Read This
Two Great Stories - BOTH TRUE - and worth reading! (Read the second one all the way to the end.) STORY NUMBER ONE Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder. Capone had a lawyer nicknamed 'Easy Eddie.' He was his lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big , but also, Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son
Stories I Love.....
A long, long time ago all people had 4 legs and 2 heads. Then the gods threw down thunderbolts spitting everyone into two. Each half then had two legs and one head. But the seperation left both sides with a desperate urning to be reunited, because they each shared the same soul. and ever since then all people spend their lives searching for the other half of their soul. Everyone out there has someone out there that shares a part of their soul.
I like the sound of distant thunder as it rumbles across the earth. I love to watch the lightning as it streaks across the sky in glorious flames ripe with passion and promise. I love to stand in the sound and fury of the storm with the rain washing over my skin, bathing my body in the freshness of sweet abandon. I love the drenching wetness and the cool calm as the raindrops gather to embrace me. I love the erotic slippery slide of every drip that caresses my cheek, slipping down and down and down to pool at my feet. I love to stand with arms stretched wide, reaching for the passion of nature's release, embracing the pure raw energy that crackles in the air, filling my senses with the smell of wet earth and ozone and satisfaction.
The Stork Blog!
Joey is now just over 7 months old.  (7 months, 10 days)Here's the latest update to "Project Peanut".  I have surprisingly kept up quite well with this project.  I originally thought I'd slack off after a couple of months, but I haven't!  Yay me!!!!Out of Pocket: Carol: $3,280.33 Thom: $610.00 Others: $675.00 Total: $4,565.33 Medical Billed: $34,302.46(of which $479.30 was paid by Carol [included in amounts above], restpaid by insurance) Today (March 17th, 2008) (St. Patrick's Day)... I went today for Genetic Counseling. Since I'm 40 years old, they do this to make sure the baby doesn't have any genetic defects. I talked to the counselor for quite a while, giving family history, etc. He gave me some choices on what I could do: Do nothing Schedule an Amniocentesis Schedule CVS testing Get Ultrasound Get Integrated Screening So, I chose to get the ultrasound and the Integrated Screening. They can measure the fluid behind the baby's neck to determine if it'
Story Time
A Florida couple, both well into their 80s, goes to a sex therapist's office. The doctor asks, "What can I do for you?" The man says, "Will you watch us have sexual intercourse? The doctor raises both eyebrows, but he is so amazed that such an elderly couple is asking for sexual advice that he agrees.When the couple finishes the doctor says, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with the way you have Intercourse. He thanks them for coming, he wishes them good luck, he charges them $50, and he says good-bye. The next week, however, the couple returns and asks the sex therapist to watch again. The sex therapist is a bit puzzled, but agrees. This happens several weeks in a row. The couple makes an appointment they have intercourse with no problems, pay the doctor, then leave. Finally, a fter 5 or 6 weeks of this routine, the doctor says, "I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Just what are you trying to find out?" The old man says, "We're not trying to find out anything
Storm Of My Heart
The Storm
The Storm The roar of the thunder; The flicker of the lightning. Dark emotions put us under. Good and evil always fighting ! Light and dark! Day and night! Danger hits it's mark. Over the horizon,it shines so bright; Violent waves crash into the rocks. Hurricane's, tornadoes, Come hell or high water! Mother nature's angry with her father. Soon there will be nothing left. With violent strikes she lashes out, Feeling her, as she shifts. Showing no sign of compassion, as she shouts. She has now taken her deadly course; Winning the struggle with great force! Valarie A. Laboy aka Sapphire Jewel Copyright © 2006
This is the link to my online store, for now. I know it does not have all the best items, nor what I really wish to ultimately carry. If you could at least look around and maybe even help me get things going. And for those who might wish to endeavor to start their own webstore, you may use the following link to look into it.
Story Time For Adults
I was eager with anticipation as I drove down the dark Durham streets. Today is Holly's 27th birthday, and I knew exactly what she wanted to do to celebrate it. I glanced over my shoulder just to make certain the bottle of wine was still chilling on ice and not all over my seats. Satisfied, I continued driving, thinking about the upcoming evening events. Pulling in to her drive, I could already see the candles flickering through the blinds. A small smile formed on my lips as I grabbed the bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Then I made my way to her front door, knocking lightly. She was there to greet me right away, a twinkle in her eye as she nervously played with her tongue ring. We had met a few times before this, once in a public place and once at my house. However, we had not had the chance to fully explore one another like we wanted to, and tonight would be a special night. I pulled her into my arms as soon as I walked through her front door. It was a warm embrace, he
A Story From My Bitch
A Story From My Bitch
My True Master Written By: Mrs.Tainted Love I was in the library. I was in the middle of a book, alone at my table, no others are really around to make noise or be bothersome in any way. Sighing, I relax into my comfortable wooden chair and continue to read. Suddenly I feel a warm hard hand upon my leg--and as I turn to look a man clad in the purest black looks me into the eyes. We sit there for a few dazzling seconds, my eyes on, in, his deep green ones. I feel as if I am being pulled down, down, down into the depths of darkness. I slowly place the novel on the table, still making eye contact with the stranger, for I am unable to avert my gaze. His skin is pale and his features dark. His cheekbones are strong and high, the silhouette of his skull is visible in his face. His brown hair is straight and falls neatly around his face. Then I realize that his hand is still on my leg, so I watch him stroking now with long fingers and scratching slowly with long perfect nails. Then hi
A Story For Some One Special To Me.
Stories About Me
how long have I been in this storm so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form water's getting harder to tread with these waves crashing over my head if I could just see you everything will be alright if I'd see you the storminess will turn to light and I will walk on water and you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your eyes and everything will be alright and everything will be alright I know you didn't bring me out here to drown so why am I 10 feet under and upside down barely surviving has become my purpose cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface if I could just see you everything will be alright if I see you the storminess will turn to light and I will walk on water and you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your eyes and everything will be alright and I will walk on water you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your eyes and everything will be alright I know everything is alright every
Story Of My Life!!!
STORY OF MY LIFE WOW I READ THIS AND THOUGH YOU KNOW THIS IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE. SO I WANTED TO BLOG IT SO THAT I CAN GO BACK AND READ IT EVERY DAY. Loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life... And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again... For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person... in my opinion, some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else... Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little... As we all know that the heart is the center of the
Another story hope you all like She nervously tugged on her skirt as she got out of her car. She had been talking to this man for months now yet this is the first time she had made any face to face contact with him. Reluctantly she walked through the parking lot wondering if she had made the right decision to surprise him at his job. “It’s late” she thought “Can’t be that busy, and it’s kind of public so no worries, just pop in say hi and ask him to go out to dinner later”. Her hand grasped the heavy metal door that was chilling against her palm and pushed it open slowly looking through the glass around a bleakly pale room with small chairs and a sofa to the right to the left some tables and a bar people scattered only one or two still there. There he was, standing at the front desk with a customer; he glanced up at her as the woman walked to the elevator. His eye’s drawn to her as she walked to the counter “Katelyn? What are you doing here” he blurted out nervous yet excitedly. “We
Storys From My Life
What better place to post the messages that everyone left me on Snapvine. I thank each of you for being a part of my  life in this way and I archive those messages here because they are part of the story of my life for the friends they represent.   You will need flash installed to load the player.   Those that known me well have heard me speak time to time of an injury I suffered back in 1998 and many times I've said one day I should blog it, guess what today is? lol My first 24/7 girl's journey to becoming so had been quite an ever changing situation where she was living and trying to keep this short through a series of events her original move date got thrust ahead by 3 weeks and I ended up on a 21 hour greyhound ride (another blog for the future lol). So cashing in favors we get some good deals on a rental truck and a two-wheel car tow for her car. After losing a day on electrical issues with the truck and being forced to completely unload a fully loaded truck
Story Untold
When you feel someone's love more then they give it, then you know. When you hear I love you before they say it, then you know. When you feel a touch before they are with you, then you know. When everyone else around you fades into a blur but the one you are looking at, then you know. When their voice is the first one to start your day and the last one to put you to bed , then you know. When you cook their favorite meal before asked, then you know. When you find yourself looking at all the years to come before tomorrow, then you know. When you can throw yourself in the wind and be free in love, then you know. I know I make it sound pretty simple and that loved is never actually known, but when you are happy, content ,and not feeling alone. Then you are blessed to know that love is attainable and is worth all the tears, and the hurt, so grab your shovel and start moving the dirt. Start making your path to the one that you want and don't ever look back, Even when th
Story Of My Life...
Yeah, so the user's number posted above, the guy is a real creep! He asks to see your webcam so he can "get off"...gross! Sorry, he should have more common sense, that's pathetic... Ive got 4 weeks til baby is due, and let me tell you I get more and more miserable every day... I hope this kid's worth it lol I can't believe that my little girl is almost a month old!! She's been the joy of my life. Although she's nocturnal, she's been the best baby a girl could ask for. I love you Autumn!
Stories :)
She was on her way to visit her best friend in Texas that she hadn't seen in a few years and to attend her wedding. Her flight was scheduled for 6:30 in the evening and had arrived in plenty of time to check, in and have a leisurely drink. As she sat sipping at her drink, she noticed a man standing at the other end of the bar. He looked over at her and smiled raising his glass. As he finished his drink, he disappeared. Just as she finished her drink, she decided to go to the departure lounge. There were only a few people in the departure lounge. As she was looking around, she noticed someone who looked familiar. He saw her enter the departure lounge and all he could do was smile at her. A call went out over the loud speaker for the flight and all the passengers started boarding the plane. She took, her seat at the back of the plane and to her surprise the same man, who had been smiling at her, had a seat right next to her. She was wearing a short skirt and a blouse,
The Story Behind Valentines Day
I prayed for the tears to stop,He sent me a rainbow,,I prayed for the night mares to stop ,He sent me a sunrise,,I prayed for my world to stop,,He sent me faith,,I prayed for the pain to stop,,He sent me strength,,I prayed for the fear to stop,,He sent me courage,I prayed for the loneliness to stop,,He sent me you. In the days of the Roman Empire there was an emperor named Claudius who horribly tortured and presecuted Christians.The emperor even made a law that young people could NOT get married...because he thought unmarried soldiers fought better. But there was a very courageous minister named Valentine,who despite the risk of being imprisoned,encouraged young people to get married,and secretly preformed the ceremonies.Eventually Valentine was captured,put in prison'and tortured. While in the dungeon,Valentine became friends with the jailer's daughter who was also Christian,but blind.Valentine prayed for the young girl,and the Lord Jesus miraculously healed her!The j
As she drove down the remote road she began to worry that she had missed her turn. Surely she couldn’t be that far off track she thought. She pulled the car off to the shoulder of the road to have another look at her map and realized that she had indeed missed her cut off. The rain had been coming down for hours and the dirt road had become slick. She pulled out on the road again looking for a place where she could turn around when suddenly a deer ran in front of her car, swerving to avoid it she lost control and the car ended up in the ditch. She angrily got out of the car, heading for the trunk to search for a flashlight but none was to be found. She began to walk down the dirt road in the pouring rain looking for the nearest house where she could use the phone and call for some help. She spotted some lights in the distance and picked up her pace knowing a house wasn’t too far off. As she made her way up the driveway a dog started to bark and startled her. She froze in her tracks, f

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