Biker bitch and her man Eric-He gets punished.
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Posted:Jul 3, 2009 6:45 pm
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I had been on the road for hours and I was in need of a beer and some food. I pulled my Suzuki GSR600 into a diner called Joe’s Bar and Grill. It had to be close to 8 pm and there were a bunch of motorcycles parked out front. Great just what I want, a bunch of tough guys on bikes who will think they own the place. I parked my bike and walked into the bar. I purposely left my helmet on and I make sure my leather jacket is still zipped.
I want no trouble from any of these guys and all I want is some food and a break from riding.
I walk up to the bar and an order a beer and the special they offer, a burger, fries and a piece of pie. The guy behind the counter takes my money and I go sit down in a corner with my back against the wall. There are at least 12 to 15 hard core bikers playing pool and drinking beer. One is giving me the look over, but he cannot tell if I am male or female.
A few minutes later the bartender comes over and places my food in front of me. I thank him and he quickly walks away. I know that I need to take my helmet off in order to eat and so I remove it. My long red hair falls down past my shoulders and every man face is now looking at me. I am the only female in the place and it makes me feel a little uneasy at first, but then I been in this situation before and I am still here.
I sit and eat my food in silence, but my eyes are never off the men playing pool for very long. One of the men has greasy long black hair and looks like he has not showered or changed his clothes for week, makes my skin crawl. I want to get out of there in one piece and I need to get out soon.
I am just about finished with my dinner when another guy walks into the bar and grill. He is different from the others that are playing pool. He is about 6 feet tall, well built with short brown hair. He has a goatee that was neatly trimmed and it made him look very sexy and hot. He has a black leather jacket and a matching pair of black chaps on over his tight blue jeans. He walks up to the bar and takes a seat and orders a beer.
I get up and head to the restroom for a much needed pit stop before I get back on the road. I walk past the man sitting at the bar and he smiles at me. I go into the ladies room and quickly do what I need to do. As I am washing my hands the door suddenly flings open and there is the greasy haired man standing there. I just look at him. I think to myself, “fuck not tonight, I am not in any mood for a fuck ass fight from some drunken greased hair biker.”
I dry my hands and the whole time I do not say a word to this man. I just stare at him and I do not show him any fear. I start to walk past him when he grabs my arm, wrong thing to do. I look him in his eyes and I tell him “Let go of me now.” He gets this smirk on his face. “What’s the matter little lady, don’t you like me?” he snarls. “I said, let go of me right now”. He tries to push me against the wall and shove his hand up my shirt. This is when I got pissed, real pissed. I brought my knee up and slammed it into his groin and when he hunched over in pain, I once again brought my knee up and hit him dead center in the middle of the nose.
His nose starts to bleed and he attempts to grab me once again. But I have had enough and I take him out with a round house kick. He lands on the floor with such a thud that the bartender comes down the hall to see what is going on. I walk past him and tell him that the guy would not take no for an answer.
I walk past the guy sitting at the bar and give him another quick smile. I continue past him back to my table to retrieve my helmet and leather gloves. Just as I pick up the gloves I hear a man scream “Where the fuck is that little bitch?” “I am going to kill her.”
I have my back turned to the screaming man and I reach into my jacket and I pull out a Ruger SR9 9mm pistol. I whirl around and I point it at the greasy haired man. “Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, it is going to be your choice mister. I did not come in here to start a fight, I am tired and I just want to be left alone.” I tell him. He gives me that smirk once again and I can tell that he wants trouble.
I look over at the man sitting at the bar, he still has a smile on his face and I can see that he is enjoying this very much. The greasy haired man starts to come towards me and this is when I get really angry and hot blooded. I reach into my pocket and I pull out my badge and hold it up for him to see. United States Marshall. “Now I am giving you one last chance to back off and leave me alone or I will do what is necessary to protect myself.” He rethinks his actions and he backs away and heads towards his group of biker buddies.
I grab my gear and head out the door as fast as I can. I give the guy at the bar one last look as I close the door behind me. I walk over to my bike and sit for moment thinking about just what had happened. “Fuck this bullshit,” I say to myself. “Sara what in the hell was that about?” “Fuck off, just like you Eric to sit at the bar and just watch, instead of jumping in and helping me out.” “Look babe, I am not about to get into a fight with a bunch of hard core bikers.” He replies. “You’re a pussy, a big wet pussy.” I smirked back at him.
Eric straddles his new Harley, a Night Train Softail, it is black with chrome and it sure is nice looking. I walk over to him and his bike. “You fucking owe me big time you prick.”
I reach down and grab his cock and begin to stroke it through his jeans. It comes to attention rather quickly and he starts to breathe heavy and fast. “All I can say Eric is this, you better be at my house in an hour if you know what is good for you.” I smile at him and then I walk away and get on my bike and take off for home.
And hour goes by and he still has not shown up. Well he is going to get his ass beat nice and hard once he gets here. I walk into my bedroom and I open the bottom drawer and I remove a black whip and a spreader bar. I have a blind fold and also a strap on with a large black dildo that attaches to it. “Yup this will do just nicely,” I say to myself. Just then the door bell rings and I walk out to the door and open it. There is Eric standing there with this look of hot wanton lust on his face.
“Get your ass in here, you fucking prick.” I barked at him. “Yes my horny little hot bitch.” He laughs. “Better watch your tongue mister unless you want an ass lashing that will hurt like hell.” “Yeah right, what is a little twat like you going to do to big stud like me?’ He smirks. “Go into the bedroom and get out of your clothes and I will show you just what I am going to do to you.” He knows that he is in trouble and he is looking forward to what punishment I am going to give him.
He goes into my bedroom and sees what is sitting on the bed. “Sara, what the hell is this thing on the bed?” He asked in a somewhat fearful voice. “Eric it is called a spreader and I am going to use it on you tonight.” I say in a seductive voice. His eyes get big and he is not all too sure that he wants to try it. I slink over to him and I help him out of his clothes. He is sporting a hard on and I grab that baby in my hand. I tug on it and he moans ever so softly.
I drop down between his knees and I take his cock into my mouth and I suck on it ever so gently. I slide my wet tongue up and down his shaft and his body quivers. I reach down and grab his balls in my hand and I fondle them and he really begins to moan. I begin to suck on his cock harder and I fuck it with my mouth. His cock is so nice in size. He has got to be at least 8 inches long and it is nice and thick. I slide my mouth over the entire length and I start to fuck his cock faster and faster. He is going nuts with all the attention he is getting from my mouth. I can feel his balls start to tighten as he is getting near his orgasm. I grab his dick hard and I will not allow him to shoot his load yet.
“Sara, what the hell are you doing?” he asked me in a whinny ass voice. “You will get to cum after I am finished with you, and I am not finished with you yet, you need to be punished for being such a bad boy today.” I still have my clothes on so I strip in front of him very slowly. I take my hands and I play with my nipples and then I let my hands trail down to my very wet pussy. I plunge a finger into my wet box and then I take my finger and make Eric lick the juices off of it. I take my leather whip and I smack it against the bed and I order him to eat my pussy. I push him down on the bed and I stand over him and I lower my pussy to his face. “Eat it, you mother fucker.” He slides his tongue over my clit and he begins to feed on my sweet wet pussy, He is a pro at eating beaver and I grind my pussy on his face. I pull my pussy away from his face, he whimpers like a and he tries to reach my pussy with his tongue. I lower myself down once again and he goes to town on that sweet wet hot pussy. He slides a finger into my pussy and soon I can feel an orgasm coming on. I shower his face in hot girl cum and I make him drink it down.
I stand up and I raise one of my legs up and place it against the head board of the bed. I take the whip that I have in my hand and I begin to rub my clit with the handle. The whole time Eric is laying there with his face transfixed to my pussy. I slide the handle of the whip deep into my pussy and I fuck myself with it. Eric is still transfixed to my pussy, his cock is dripping pre-cum and he is whimpering because he wants to cum ever so bad. But I am still mad at him for not helping me at the bar. He can be such an asshole at times. But he is also a cop and he needs to keep his profile low. But still, he could have offered to help a lady in distress.
“Eric, it is time that you take your punishment like a man. So I am going to make you get on your hands and knees in the doggy position.” “Ok Sara, but what do you plan on doing?” He asked. “Well it is a secret; now get on all fours like I said.” He knows that he better do it and so he assumes the position. I walk over to his head and I play a blind fold on his face and I take my whip and I smack his ass with it hard. “Ouch, that hurt” he cries. “Shut up you fucking baby.” I order him. I hit him again and this time he stays silent, but I can tell it really hurt him. I pick up the spreader and I clamp his ankles to it and then his wrist as well, this puts his ass up in the air and ready for my invasion. He can’t move and I like what I can see. His cock is hard and his asshole is quivering. “Sara what are you going to do to me?’ He asked in a small voice. “Eric I am going to deflower your ass tonight.” “No, I do not want to try.” He pleads. “Tell someone who cares.” I smirk at him.
I walk over to the dresser and pull out a tube of lube and then I walk over and grab the strap on and slip it on. Part of it fits into my pussy and the other will fuck his virgin ass. I stand behind Eric and his glory hole and I lube up my fingers and I slide one into his ass. He tries to pull away, but he cannot. I then slide another finger into his ass and he cringes in pain. I pull them out and then I lube up the dildo and I place the head of it against his ass. “Sara are you sure you want to do this?” He whimpers. I answer him by whipping his ass with the whip.
I continue my assault on his ass and I begin to press the head of the dildo against his tight asshole. It starts to slide in and he does not want to relax. “Eric this is going to hurt unless you relax your asshole.” He gives in to my assault on his ass and he lets the dildo slide in. I begin to fuck his ass with a steady and rhythmic flow. He begins to moan and I can tell he is beginning to enjoy what I am doing to his ass. “Oh yes fuck me harder.” He screams in ecstasy. The harder I fuck him the more friction it is giving my pussy. I am nearing an orgasm and so is he. I start to cum and he begins to whimper that he is going to shoot his wad all over the bed. I reach round and grab his cock and hold it until his dick quits quivering. “You will not cum on my bed.” “Sara you can be such a bitch at times.” He hisses.
I pull my cock out of his ass and I remove it from my body. I release him from his prison and I climb up on the bed with him. I have him roll onto his back so I can get to his prick. I straddle him and I slide his cock deep into my pussy. I begin to fuck him with all I have. I am humping him for all he is worth. I cannot stop myself from cumming again and I shoot girl cum all over his cock and balls. He is going crazy and I know that he is in need of release and it needs to be soon. He is now in control of me. He flips me over and starts to ram himself hard and deep into my pussy from behind. He slaps my ass hard and he shows me that he is in control now. He is fucking me so hard that my whole body is going into overload. I scream out as another orgasm over takes my body and then I feel his balls begin to tighten and he loses control. He pulls out and begins to shoot rope after rope of hot, thick, white, and creamy cum all over my ass. He is spent and so am I for the moment. He drops down onto the bed and just lays there as he catches his breath.
I reach back and scoop some of his cum up into my hand and I greedily lick it off of my fingers and I enjoy the sweet-salty taste of his cum. We lay there for several minutes and then we both get up and head for the shower. He washes the cum off of my ass and then we begin to kiss and make out in the shower.
“Sara I am so sorry that I did not come to your rescue at the bar tonight. I just could not risk any of those guys finding out that I am an undercover cop; we are so close to making a major drug bust with those bikers that I just had to sit and watch. Are you still pissed at me?” “Hell no, shit I was just worried that I was going to blow your cover and I did not want to have to bust that prick.” “Sara I hate to tell you this, but he is an undercover FBI agent that has been working with us for a long time. His name is Bill” “Eric you have got to be kidding, then why did he come after me tonight?” “Sara he had to make himself look good to the rest of those bikers. He was afraid that they were starting to lose their trust in him.” “Shit this is just fucking great. I hope that this does not cause problems for all of us involved.” I replied. “Hey, don’t worry about it, he knows that you are an US Marshall and it worked out just perfect for him when you walked in.” “How did he know who I was in the first place?” “Well honey I have been working with him now for the past six months and I have showed him your picture before, and I was parked across the street from the bar when you pulled in. I texts message him and told him that you were coming in.”
“Sara forget about what happened, things worked out just fine, now bend over and let me fuck that nice tight ass of your.” “Eric, now just wait a darn minute here baby, you need to lube that baby up first before you fuck my ass with that monster.” “Oh now lets talk about monster, what the fuck was that thing you were shoving up my ass?” He quickly shot out. “Hey it was my new strap on, why can’t a girl fuck her mans ass once in a while?” “Ok, you tagged my ass, now it is my time, bend over like I said and I am going to tag your sweet ass, just like you did mine.” I assume the position and he quickly grabs some lube we have in the bathroom. He applies a generous amount to his cock and he gets behind me and he slides it in deep. He begins to pump his cock in and out and while he is a fucking my ass, he is a playing with my clit. Soon he has my clit swollen and soon I am nearing an intense orgasm. My whole body shudders as the orgasm overtakes my whole body. I scream out and this makes his pounding get harder and faster. Soon he is fucking me so hard that I am having a hard time keeping my balance. He can sense that I am having a hard time with my balance, so he grabs me around the waist and pulls me closer to his body. He let out his own cry and he fills my ass with his hot creamy cum. He is spent and he just leans against me for a moment. When he pulls his cock out of my ass, it makes a popping sound and the cum runs down my crack.
We towel off and return to the bedroom. We lie in bed and kiss and cuddle for a while. It has been a wild and hot night for sure. “Oh crap Eric, I hope Bill is not too pissed off at me for busting his face and balls like that.” “Don’t you be a fretting about it honey. I promised Bill that after this case is over, you would take care of them balls and his cock the proper and right way.” “Oh you did, and just what did you two have in mind?” “Well we figured that we could have a three-some and you would provide Bill with some of your sweet lip action. Never know you might even be able to fuck his ass as well. Just think about it baby.” “Ok, I’ll think about it” and with that said, I rolled over, smiled and fell asleep. After all I had been a very busy girl, in more than one way.
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The Eagles feathers may fall, but we will still go on.
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Posted:Jul 2, 2009 11:52 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2009 2:56 pm
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An eagle feather fell to earth, stained with blood, and ash, and dust.
As a hero bent to pick it up, he too, was felled and crushed.
Other heroes rushed to take his place, and cast an eye towards the sky,
where nothing stood, no eagle flew, and wept for thousands who might die.
In the city of the eagle's nest, a second feather fell.
It too was stained with patriots' blood, and scorched by fires of hell.
Yet a third time did a feather fall. Near freedoms cradle this one lay.
It too, was stained with hero's blood, that valor washed away.
A nation mourned for thousands lost, and feared the eagle's fate.
Would the wounded eagle soar no more? Were the hero's toils too late?
Then from the ashes like a Phoenix, the eagle rose anew,
and bloody hands unfurled her, and Old Glory once more flew!
Swept aloft by prayer and patriots' blood, the eagle gained new height.
Saved from ashes by a nation's love, and resolved to win a fight!
That eagle is America! Harm him, you harm us all!
And though wounded, I assure you, that eagle will not fall!
Fear the eagle, if you harm him! He will not flee or die!
Stand proud My Country Tis of Thee, for the eagle surely flies!
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!
To all of those men and women who serve and protect this country we call the UNITED STATES. And for those who have died in this effort. Thank You.
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Does what we read, hear, see or the games we play influence human tendency for comm
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Posted:Jun 30, 2009 4:20 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2011 10:04 am
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There is a question that has no real answers and many different points of view. The question is: Does what we read, hear, see or the games we play influence human tendency for committing violence. In the past thirty years, there have been at least forty-seven school shootings, with the death toll hitting about 180. Some are very prominent schools such as Columbine High School and Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University (Virginia Tech). There has been a general increase of violence in our public schools and some social psychologists argue that violent video games are causing normal people to become more aggressive and desensitization by the violence that they portray.
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold gained infamy on April 20, 1999, for killing thirteen people at Columbine High School. They then turning the guns on themselves and committed suicide. Both of these boys were labeled trouble makers, because they belonged to a group called “the Trench Coat Mafia” the name given to a group of students, who wore black western dusters, by another group of people referred to as “jocks”. The members of “the Trench Coat Mafia” were often bullied by other students and treated as outcasts.
Both of these young men played a video game called Doom. This video game is notorious for its high levels of violence, gore, and satanic imagery. This has generated much controversy from a broad range of groups. It was found that Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were avid players of the game. While planning for the massacre, Harris said that the killing would be "like fucking Doom" and that his shotgun was "straight out of" the game.
In April of last year, Seung-Hui Cho shot and killed thirty-two students and wounded many more at Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University (Virginia Tech) in Blacksburg, Virginia, before committing suicide. It is not just the deadliest school shooting, but the deadliest shooting rampage by a single gunman in all of U.S. history. Cho was not known to play video games, but it was well known that he suffered from mental illness. In eighth grade, Cho was diagnosed with depression as well as selective mutism, a social anxiety disorder that inhibited him from speaking. He was bullied throughout school because of his speech problems.
While Doom and other violent video games have been blamed for nation-wide school shootings, recent research conducted by Greater Good Science Center has demonstrated that the two factors are not closely related.
Harvard medical school researchers Cheryl Olson and Lawrence Kutner found that violent video games did not correlate to school shootings. The U.S. Secret Service and Department of Education analyzed 37 incidents of school violence and sought to develop a profile of school shooters; they discovered that one the most common traits among all the shooters were that they were male and had histories of depression and attempted suicide. While many of the killers- like the vast majority of young males- did play video games, this study did not find a relationship between game play and school shootings. In fact, only one eighth of the shooters showed any special interest in violent video games, far less that the number of shooters who seemed attracted to books and movies with violent content.
One thing that has been found in common with several school shootings has been the fact that several of these students were bullied by other students and when reported to the proper school authorities nothing was done to put a stop to it.
The following facts about bullying were provided by the National Association of School Psychologists.
• Bullying is the most common form of violence in our society. Between 15 percent and 30 percent of students are bullies or victims.
• Since 1992, there have been 250 violent deaths in schools that involved multiple victims. In virtually every school shooting, bullying has been a factor.
• A recent report from the American Medical Association on a study of more than 15,000 sixth through tenth graders estimates that approximately 3.7 million youths engage in, and more than 3.2 million are victims of, moderate or serious bullying each year.
• Direct, physical bullying increases in elementary school, peaks in middle school, and declines in high school. Verbal abuse, on the other hand, remains constant. The U.S. Department of Justice reports that younger students are more likely to be bullied than older students.
• Over two-thirds of students believe that schools respond poorly to bullying, with a high percentage of students believing that adult help is infrequent and ineffective.
Here are more disturbing statistics about bullying.
• An estimated 160,000 miss school everyday due to fear of attack or intimidation by other students. (National Education Association)
• Students identified as bullies by the age of eight are six times more likely to become involved in criminal behavior. (Dan Olweus, National School Safety Center, Westlake Village, CA)
From the very beginning of man there has been violence. Archeologists have shown that ancient cultures practiced many different forms of violence, some as rituals and some as forms of entertainment. For example, the Aztecs, the Inca, and even the Mayans all practiced very violent forms of human sacrifices. The Aztecs worshipped a war god called Huitzilopochtli, who took on the likeness of the sun over time. They believed that in order for the God to allow the sun to shine each day they must give the fresh heart of a human to keep him happy. The Aztecs alone killed twenty to fifty thousand people a year just to keep their gods happy. Another example is the horrid forms of entertainment that ancient cultures practiced, such as the Romans, and how they enjoyed throwing slaves into pits with lions and tigers just to see how long they could last before being killed. Romans also enjoyed the sport of watching gladiators fight were two men were forced two men to fight to the death. If they refused to do what they were told, then they both we killed.
One question I have to ask, did these ancient people have any access to violent video games, what about television or movies? We clearly know that the answer to this is no. Violence has always been a part of man. There is no time period in which violence has not occurred. Why is this? Is there something within human nature that compels us the ability to become violent? We all have the fight or flight response in us. Most of us are able to control our anger and think about what we are going to do before it is done. I know that if I go out and kill someone just to kill, I am aware of the consequences that I face. But some people cannot control their thinking and end up committing horrible crimes. These people cannot tell the difference between what is normal and what is abnormal. Some cannot distinguish between what is real and what is fantasy.
I personally feel that some people are born with genes that cause them to be aggressive and violent in nature. There is something in their DNA that causes a person to be able to commit horrific crimes against others without remorse. Some people are born with mental illness such as schizophrenia, which left untreated can cause a person to commit murder. Some have medical disorders that can lead to violence that is a side effect. One noted case is of Charles Joseph Whitman, who was a student at the University of Texas at Austin who killed fourteen people and wounded thirty-one others as part of a shooting rampage from the observation deck of the university's thirty-two-story administrative building on August 1, 1966. He did this shortly after murdering his wife and mother. He was eventually shot and killed by Austin police. An autopsy revealed that he had a Glioblastoma brain tumor. He also suffered from depression just like Cho.
Scott Dagenfield, MA, CCDC3, of Columbus, Ohio, also feels that video games do not encourage aggression. A game player himself, Dagenfield sees many teenagers who are avid video gamers.
He states that these individuals are no more violent than any other adolescent that deals. These individuals are, however, often less engaged in activities and the world. The problem, Dagenfield believes, is when players become so involved in the game and the video fantasy becomes a replacement for the real world. When video games become the only source of emotional gratification and personal self-esteem, they become an addiction. This is not healthy.
This kind of addiction can be just as bad as drugs and or alcohol as a matter of fact. In certain cases where an immature person has become involved in this type of "fantasy living", Dagenfield believes that the "rewards for death" could be translated to real life. However, for a normal individual, who plays games in moderation, this is not a problem. Dagenfield states that playing games like Doom or Splatterhouse clearly is not going to make anyone into a mass murderer.
Yes, I will be the first one to admit there is a significant influx of video games on the market that are violent in nature. Why? The answer appears to be simple. Violence sells. According to Ken Wirt, former assistant vice-president of NEC Technology, states that “Violent games are the most popular because the people who spend the most money on these games are boys ages 10-16.” In fact, the American audience craves violence. From 1952 to 1964 television saw a whopping 90% increase in violent programming. Producers created more violent shows and movies because it became apparent that Americans really loved to watch violence over non-violent shows and movies. Video games are following suit. Marketers are using the same strategy to increase the sales of games. The more violence the better the game sells.
However our society is quick to blame the media for the increase in violence. Society in general needs to find a scapegoat to blame when horrible things happen to people and most of the time we place the blame on the media. Most mental health experts, however, do not feel that video games encourage violence or criminal behavior. It is more of a combination of factors that when put together creates a fuse that leads to the destruction. We need to look at the bigger picture and try to place the blame where it really belongs. Video games are not the sole factor when it comes to violence in our schools. While they may play a small part in the much bigger picture, we as a society need to listen to what our school are saying. If we can stop others from bullying, than perhaps we maybe able to stop the senseless violence that goes on in our schools.
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I am so bad....and I sure can make a lot of noise.
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Posted:Jun 29, 2009 6:01 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2009 3:01 pm
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I can be such a naughty girl at times. I have been thinking about sex all day today at work. So by the time I got home I was very horny and hot.
My husband must have known what was on my mind when I got home because we ended up in the bedroom naked as soon as we could.
He had me so hot and wet that the juices were squirting out all over the place. I was making lots of noise because I really love to fuck when the are gone and I can be free.
Well he got the idea to fuck my tight ass and soon he had me a screaming and going postal as orgasm after orgasm over took my body. I guess I was so loud and wild that someone called the cops because they thought someone was being killed or hurt.
Now this is the way to spend the afternoon.
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Who said younger is better?
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Posted:Jun 28, 2009 7:03 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2009 3:02 pm
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This should make all you older studs giggle....You know it may well me true. Not sure who wrote it, but it is funny.
A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop.
The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says,
“OK old fart, time for you to retire.”
The old rooster replies, “Come on, surely you cannot handle
ALL of these chickens.
Look what it has done to me.
Can't you just let me have the two old hens in the corner?”
The young rooster says,
“Beat it: You are washed up and I am taking over.”
The old rooster says,
“I tell you what, young stud....
I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets the exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop.”
The young rooster laughs.
“You know you don't stand a chance, old man.
So, just to be fair, I will give you a head start.”
The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap.
He is only 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast.
The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch when he sees the roosters running by.
The Old Rooster is squawking and running hard as he can.
The Farmer grabs his shotgun and
- BOOM ‒
He blows the young rooster to bits.
The farmer sadly shakes his head and says,
“Dammit......
Third gay rooster I bought this month.”
What is the Moral of This Story?
Don't mess with the OLD FARTS -
Age, Skill, Wisdom, and a little Treachery
Always Overcome Youth and Arrogance!
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My oh My.
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Posted:Jun 25, 2009 12:27 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2009 6:58 pm
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So just how hot and horny can I get, well let me see. I took my husband to our bed and I fucked him silly. I deep throated his cock until he shot his load down my throat. Yummy.....
My husband and I then went on a long hike in the woods and he could not keep his hands to himself. He wanted to take pictures of me with my tits hanging out in the woods and we tried so hard to find a place that there were so people around.
Each time I would go to remove my shirt, we would hear the voice of or adults coming down the trail we had taken. So it was a no go.
So we hiked back out to our truck and drove to a spot on the side of the road and there was no one around, so we got out and went back into the woods and we found what we thought was a secluded spot. I pulled off my shirt and started to roll my nipples around and get them nice and hard. The hubby kept sucking on them and soon he had my juices flowing.
I did not give a shit if anyone saw us. I dropped the pants and let him slide that nice cock right on in. We were a fucking like crazy when all of a sudden we heard the sounds of . Well it was too late and screw him I did.........He came just as they came around the bend.....
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Today in the advice line there was a question that caught my eye.
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Posted:Jun 23, 2009 8:49 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2009 6:59 pm
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If you could have one wish what would it be?
I was reading down the lists of things that people wished for and some were downright rude to the person asking the question. Others were for more wishes and stuff like that.
But one in particular caught my eye and actually brought tears to them. A man that goes by the name JKH wished that his wife was still alive. It really touched my heart and made my very soul go out to him.
You see I can relate to this man and his wish. I lost my 1 year old 26 years ago and I still think about him every day. I wonder what he would look like, what he would be doing with his life. I wished that I could have seen the man he would have grown into.
But alas this will never happen. I will never know the man this could have grown into. I will never hear the laughter from the he would have had. I have lost a large part of whom I was and who I am.
You may wonder what happened to him. He choked on a piece of food and went into cardiac arrest, because I could not dislodge the food. I tried CPR until the paramedics got there, but they could not revive him either. He was taken to the hospital where he was put on life support. The doctors told me he was brain dead and I had him removed from life support. He died in my arms.
Now I do not want anyone to feel sorry for me, this is not what I am after. I want to express what this life changing event has done for me. I look at life much different than others do. It has in fact changed my personality to where I am the one others seek out to drown their troubles on. (Maybe I should be a bartender). I have become this person that sits and listens to what other have to say. I am the one who lets them dump all their inner most crap on. And you know I never let it get to me. Or at least I try not to let it.
But this can have its disadvantages as well. Some of the men I meet seem to find me this easy person to talk to and I often end up hearing about how bad they are treated at home by their wives. I try not to judge these men, nor do I judge their wives. I would love to fix all of their problems but I can’t. Because when I try it back fires sometimes in my face.
Let me see, I have 3 married men in love with me at work now because I listen to them better than the women who are suppose to, their wives. One asked me again, if I would run off with him today. A course I told him that I could not do that.
Then there have been two married men that I got involved with on a personal level. The first one I have had an on going affair with for the past 3 years now. We started out as a FWB type of relationship, but it changed to this emotional affair and then he told me that he was in love with me. But he knew it was wrong and so we set these ground rules to this type of friendship. I know where I stand and we have this good relationship.
But with the second man I made the mistake of not setting ground rules and he in turn then thought it was alright to use me after I rebuilt his self esteem. I told him the things he needed to hear that his wife was not telling him. I made him feel more like a man than his wife did. I would email him and tell him that he was a fantastic lover. He said that I made his ego grow to the point where he thought he would bust. I sent him flirts every few days and I emailed him every few days just to stay in contact with him. He never asked me to stop, but once he started feeling better about himself, he felt it was ok to dump me on the internet. He then has the gall to call me needy.
I am not needy, sometimes I am stupid, but this is alright, I am learning from these experiences and it will only make me a better person. I actually feel sorry for this guy and I am sure he will be right back to where he was before he met me. This is his loss not mine. I will survive, just like I have done every time something crappy happens to me, because I still believe that God never gives a person more than they can handle.
I have been blessed with three other and my life is good.
My wish is this wish that I had the ability to make others understand that life is a treasure and it needs to be valued.
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I need your output please.
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Posted:Jun 22, 2009 7:01 am
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2009 4:28 pm
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As a standard member I do not have all the bells and whistles that some of you others do.
I have a list of friends who I enjoy emailing and sending flirts to. If I try to send a flirt from my friend network it tells me that there is an error on the page and it cannot be done.
So I pull up his profile and I send it this way. Also the same applies if I want to send them an email, I cannot do this from my network page either.
Is there some other way to send a smile or a hug just to let this friend know that I am thinking about him? Plus is there another way to email with out pulling up a profile?
I ask these questions purely because I had a friend tell me that I was too needy because I sent him flirts every few days or because I would send him a short quick note. Such as:
Have a great day. Hope your week goes well. Smile because your special. Nothing that I can see that is asking for this man to jump into bed with me, there is nothing is being too personal.
We had just started this relationship as a friends with benefits NSA type of things. He used to email me everyday, sometimes several times a day. We hooked up on several occasions and he always had a great time and he told me that I really gave his ego a big boost. We talked just about everything and anything.
So several weeks ago, I emailed him asking him if he wanted to play once a week, every other week, every few months ....I then asked him if there was something that he would like to try that he had not? Nothing again here begging for sex or asking him to give up his life. I was kind of wanting some clarification as to what he was seeking.
He then sends me an email telling me that we have to lay low for a while cause his wife was asking too many questions and that she had tried to tap into his email. He said he would let me know when things were better. The only word I emailed back was OK.
So every few days I would send him a little flirt, mostly smiles
and like I said a short email on his Local Sexy Swingers account telling him to have a great day or what ever.
He sent me this abrupt email telling me that we needed to go our separate ways. When I asked him what was going on, he replied that I was being too needy.
OK now I am confused, I have an on going thing with a man that is now into it's 3rd year. We have rules that are set and I know where I stand with him. I Do not call him unless he ask me to. I can email. The rules are clearly out front. No problem.....
When I first met this other man, he told me that he did not have a problem with me calling his phone, he enjoyed the emails and he liked the attention I was giving him. He did not STATE nor has he ever told me that he did not like me looking at his profile and sending flirts or emails from it.
So I would appreciate any and all advice and also if any of my other friends do not like me sending flirts or emails please tell me.
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Possible good bye.
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Posted:Jun 21, 2009 7:17 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2009 10:03 pm
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For my friends and fans out there, I am seriously thinking of closing this site down, I tired of being hurt by people who think it is alright to use me a few times then dump me for no valid reason. I am not into one night stands. It hurts and I can't take much more.
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Happy Fathers Day.
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Posted:Jun 21, 2009 7:16 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 4:44 pm
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I just wanted to wish each and every man out there that is a Father a great and Happy Father's Day.
"The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God, and I call him Dad!"
A FATHER MEANS...
A Father means so many things...
A understanding heart,
A source of strength and of support
Right from the very start.
A constant readiness to help
In a kind and thoughtful way.
With encouragement and forgiveness
No matter what comes your way.
A special generosity and always affection, too
A Father means so many things
When he's a man like you...
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My points for the day are the following.
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Posted:Jun 20, 2009 5:19 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2009 5:20 pm
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Behind every great woman, is a guy looking at her ass.
If your naughty go to your room if you want to be naughty go to mine.
I'm loved by some hated by many envied by most yet wanted by plenty.
To the world you may be one person but to one person you may just be the world.
You all have a wonderful and great day.
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