Teasing & Pleasing...but Only If Your Not A Prick!!
If there is one thing I love to do it's showing off my finer "ass"ets. That's just exactly what I did at Annette last weekend. Annette is an aerobic instructor at the same club I teach and train at. She's actually the one who helped me get my certifications to be a personal trainer. She's a beautiful, blonde with big tits. She's 29 years old and she has an unbelievable body. She's single and just as wild as I am.
Annette lives in a condo right by the beach. I've been over to her house a couple of times, just to drop off a tape I borrowed and one time when I accidently took the master keys to the women's locker room home. (Let's just say I had a blonde moment!) Anyway after finishing teaching my last Saturday night aerobic double step class. I passed by the front desk and Annette was finishing up some of the new memberships. She asked me if I wanted to come over to her condo get a brand new tape she made and maybe go for a swim. "Sure" I told her, "I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll be right over." I couldn't help but to touch myself as I rubbed the warm soapy water all over my body in the locker room shower. I mean anyone would get wet and horny seeing all the beautiful bodies at the health club, not to mention I love the way my silver dollar nipples get sooooo hard when I finger my hot pussy. I know whoever was still in the club, heard me moan when I came. That's one thing I do have a lil problem with and that's getting completely out of control when I'm cumming. It was so strong I got dizzy=).
I got to Annette's about 10:15 pm. As I knocked on her door I heard alot of voices, and a few whislte's coming across the way where the jacuzzi was located. Just as Annette opened the door one of the guys from the jacuzzi yelled "Come on over Annette and bring your friend!" She smiled and told him maybe in a few. After spending a few minutes listening to the tape she made and going over a couple of new ideas for the end of our March madness promo Annette asked me if I wanted to go to relax in the jacuzzi. "Sure" I told her. She grabbed two towels and two diet pepsi while I changed into my bikini in her bedroom.
As we approached the gated fence, Annette got this big smile on her face. "I can't believe it", she said. "Look who's back in town." She opened the gate and as we walked closer to the jacuzzi, Annette whispered "see the guy sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi near the bench?" she asked me. I could get somewhat of a glimpse, but there was too much steam and fog coming from the water. "He's the resident playboy, his name is Jake", Annette said with somewhat of a mean voice. "He's also the guy that thinks he can get any girl he wants" "Any girl?", ...did he get you Annette?" I asked her as I set my towel down on the chair a picked up my diet pepsi , Annette whispered "No, he didn't get me but he broke my ex-roomates heart." I took a sip and with an evil grin I asked Annette "Broke her heart did he?...Do you think he needs to be brought down a notch or so?" Annette shook her head and "Hell yes!!"
Annette introduced me to Jake along with 2 other guys, Tim and Ed. As Jake stood up out of the water I couldn't help notice his yummmmmy body and crystal blue eyes. He definitly was hot, that was until he opened his mouth. As Annette and I slowly lowered ourselves into the steamy hot water, Jake asked Annette, "Still mad at me just because I fucked your roomate in more ways than one?" "Mad?", Annette answered, "How could any girl be mad such a handsome guy like you?". Jake flashed his perfectly straight incredibily white smile and in the most conceded, full-of-himself way said. "Exactly!" Oh My God", I thought to myself what a fucking asshole. That was enough for me, As I went from the first step to the second I leaned toward Annette and whispered "Follow my lead".
"Annette...I bet when your roomate and Jake were together, you were wishing you could take her place." "Oh yes", Annette said as she rubbed her fingers on the outside of her wet bikini gently grazing her nipples. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck Jake, to feel his body on mine." I looked at Jake and said "I bet you've thought about how good it would be pounding your throbbing hard cock in and out and in and out of Annette's pink pussy. Or maybe you've fantasied about Annette on her knees as she takes every inch down her throat." His hand submerged into the water right down his trunks. As he started rubbing and stroking his cock, he said "I'd fuck you" he told Annette and as he looked at me, he took his cock out and started stroking even faster and said "I'd fuck both of you." I told Annette to get to the edge of the jacuzzi, and as I spread her legs wide open I said "I bet you've wondered how Annette tastes haven't you Jake?", and as I moved her G-string to the side and started slowly licking and nibbling her pussy and clit, I said "Jake...maybe you've wondered how her titties would look bouncing in your face as she rode you like a wild horse." Annette was grinding her pussy into my face and I was ramming my tongue soo deep into her I made her cum. She tasted sooo good!!!
Annette untied her bikini top and there were those two beautiful round tits with swollen pink nipples getting even harder as she pinched and tugged on them . "Tim", Annette said, " I want suck on something, come over and let me suck your cock." Time wasted no time pulling his shorts to his ankles. As Annette starting sucking his already hard cock taking every inch in down to his swollen cum filled balls, I went to the other side of the jacuzzi, and put my hand on Ed's cock. Not only could I feel his hard cock I could see it poking out the top of his trunks. "I'm thirsty...Feed me" I told him. Annette and I sucked their cocks until we both got a mouthful and a face full of sticky cum. Annette and I got out of the jacuzzi together and started kissing and licking the cum of each others titties and face. Jake hopped out the water and with his cock in his hand he said "So...you've saved the best for last!" "No Jake", Annette said with a smile, "I've had my midnight snack" she told him as she smacked her lips together. "I'll pass" I told Jake, "Thanks....but I'd rather go back to Annette's and have her fuck me with her fingers, toys and tongue, while she wiggles on my face." As we headed out that gate I wished I had a camera to take a picture of Jake standing there cock in hand, complete with a sore pair of blue balls. He didn't say a word, he just stood there kinda moaning in pain.
Needless to say Annette and I fucked for another 2 hours at her house.
I Think Our Servicemen Deserve The Very Best...
I have two girlfriends who's men are in the armed services. They miss their guys soooo much and wanted to give something special to boost their spirits up. Michelles man was suppose to be coming home, but has been detained for a few more weeks. Shawna's man has been gone over a year serving in the army.
They asked me if I had any good ideas what they could send their heros. OH BOY!, do I have a few ideas! I went into my closet and took out my polaroid camera, popped into a fresh film pack and said let's get started. I mean a picture says a thousand words, and I'm definetly not one for writing. Besides men are way more visual and I think they would want to see what waits for them at home.
We fixed hair, put on make-up and in no time I was snapping pictures. They are both beautiful, Michelle has long brown hair down to her tight butt cheeks, green eyes and olive skin. Shawna is a blonde with the beautiful crystal blue eyes and a body that has one several fitness competitions. Needless to say anyone could have taken those pictures and they wouldn't have come out bad.
It was lingerie time so Shawna and Michelle looked through my hundreds of intimate "naughties" I had neatly on hangers or in my drawer. Shawna picked up a teddy, totally see through and irresitablly yummy. Michelle was just as yummy in her silk black skin tight cat outfit. Her 36 DD's made my mouth water.
I put all my satin pillows all around Shawna, she looked so sexy laying on my bed. I told her as I was taking a few pictures to show her man what was waiting at home for him. She smiled and opened her legs slowly. Michelle started rubbing her big puffy silver dollar nipples as she and I watched Shawna. Her pussy was so wet and shiney. I must have started salivating because Michelle put her finger deep into her pussy and slowly pulled out and asked me if I wanted a taste. "Happy Hour"... I dropped the camera and as the flash went off, I slid my body inbetween her wide spread legs. I teased her pouty lips and gently opened them up to expose her hard throbbing clit. I sucked and gently bit and pulled on it untill she moaned and came all over my face. She tasted sooooo good.
As I licked her juices Michelle slid down my shorts and buried her face in my hot wet hole. She fingered my ass and tongue fucked my pussy, going from one hole to the other. Shawna grabbed the camera and hopped back on the bed and starting taking pictures. As a matter of fact we all took turn licking, tasting, and fingering each other untill we all came. ( & came & came & came!!).
I think the guys are going to love the pictures. I definetly had a great time making them. Geeeesh, anything for a man in a uniform.
Not Saying A Word...Who Would Have Known I Would Cum So Hard
met a few of my girl friends at a resturant down by the beach yesterday. The early afternoon turned out to be beautiful. Warm almost like summer the girls decided to eat outside in the patio area. I (as usual) was running a ltttle late but made it in time to order when everyone else did. It's been quit a while since all 5 of us; Joy, Barbara, Helena, Heather and myself had done anything outside of the club.
I was interested in catching up on everybodies life but something else caught my eye almost immediately. He was at the table directly across from ours. I dont know what it was that made me so interested, but he had me mesmerized. The fact that he had a great body, incredible blue eyes and the nicest smile I have ever seen probabally had something to do with it!
When the waitress brought our ice teas, he lifted his drink up slowly, winked and smiled at me. I lifted mine and winked right back. He answered his ringing cell phone, and the whole time he was talking we never took our eyes off of each other. Our food arrived while he was on his phone and as I started to eat, all I could think about was the desert I wanted at his table.
I finished my lunch and went to the restroom.I couldn't understand why I was so turned on by a guy. I didn't even know his name, never said two words before, basically a complete stranger. (A complete stranger who I wanted...BAD! I was going crazy. I went into a stall and pulled down my already very moist silk panties. DAMN, my pussy was on fire. My nipples were poking out of my blouse wanting to be sucked and bitten.
I slowly slid my finger on the outside of my swollen hot pussy lips, while I placed my other hand on my left nipple, pinching and pulling my titty out of my bra. I closed my eyes and imagined walking over to his table, unzipping his zipper as I slowly got on my knees in between his legs. Our eyes, once again never stopped looking at each other. As I put his already rock hard cock in my mouth, I slid my finger deep into my drenched pussy. I sucked the same rythm as I was fucking my self in that bathroom, like a hungry animal. In and out, faster, harder, deeper. I couldn't take it, I put another finger in my hot pussy and started finger fucking my cunt even faster. In my mind I straddled his body and swallowed his cock with my wanting wet pussy. I pinched my nipples and fucked my pussy in that bathroom and came so hard, it felt like my pussy was trying to push my fingers out, constricting and convulsing.
As I licked my fingers, I imagined I was cleaning his pussy soaked cock, licking every drop of my cum off his shiny cock and cum covered balls.
came back out just in time to settle the bill at the cashiers. I peeked around the corner to see if he was still there. He was gone. I wanted to thank him, oh...and if he asked why, I was going to look into his eyes, wink, smile and slowly walk away...
I Can't Believe My Eyes...
My mom is very beautiful, long strawberry blonde hair, firm lean legs and the biggest pair of perfect tits you've ever seen. Ever since I was a little girl I loved staring at my mom tits. 36 DDD and the most perfect pair of silver dollar nipples you've ever seen. Growing up I would take baths with her and it would make my mouth water seeing her titties glistening with bubbles, floating in the water. After the bath I would put on my jammies and watch my mom as she rubbed body lotion all over. She would lift and squeeze her titties, rubbing the lotion until it was gone.
On the weekends my brother and I could always hear my mom and dad fucking. For hours we heard my mom moaning or the sound of skin bouncing againt skin. On rare occasion, if I timed it just right I would sneak into their bedroom and quickly hide in the closet. It was the perfect view of their bed. I loved to see my mom on top of my dad with her big titties bouncing up and down. Watching my dads cock ram her pussy always made my panties so sticky. I would take my hair brush in the closet with me and wiggle on the handle. Watching my mom when I was 10 years old pretending it was me getting reamed by my dad's big throbbing cock.
I've come close a couple of times to telling my mom what a naughty girl I was, but I've chickened out. Maybe the old saying "what she doesn't know, wont hurt her" applies for this situation. One of my fantasies since I was 10, was to watch my dad shoot his salty, sticky cum load all over my mom tits, but instead of my mom licking his juices of her tits, it would be me licking every last drop. (guess I shouldn't tell her that either!).
Im Back & I Have So Many Kinky Things To Share With You.
Damn, I 've been away and not keeping up on my dairy for almost 3 months. It's not that I havent' had tons & tons & TONS of kinky, erotic things happening in my life. Nope, thats not the problem, infact its the other way around. I've had the best couple months, keeping my lips cummy moist and my pussy dripping wet.
This weekend I pushed even my limits. My roomate Lorraine came home for the Thanksgiving holiday weekend. She called me to see what I was going to be doing and if I would be up for some kinky fun. Hell yes, I was up for some fun.
She came home about 3:30 a.m., I was asleep on the couch with just a silky white teddy on. I woke up to Lorraine gently tickling my tan tummy with her long red nails. My body quiverred as she kissed me gently on my cheek.
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom and as I stood at the doorway there was the 4 men sitting on the end of her bed completely naked. I felt Lorraines arms reach under mine as she she whispered soflty in my ear. Happy Birthday Tiff. Mike, Blake, Kyle and Tony where the names of my presents she said. She started rubbing and pinching my nipples as she moved my spagehetti straps off my shoulders, kissing my neck and licking my ear. She had on cool water perfume, my most favorite of all smells besides her sweet pussy.
I stepped out of my teddy and she took my hand again and walked me toward the bed. I stood right next to her facing my first present Mike. Lorraine knealt beside me and started to suck on Kyles already throbbing hard 10 inch cock. As I started to kneal beside her inbetween Mikes strong tan legs, I felt his hands wrap around my titties squezing and pulling me my nipples towards his mouth. I reached between his legs and started stroking his cock while he bite and sucked my nipples hard.
Lorraine stood up and smiled at me asking me what I want to do with the other unopened presents, Blake and Tony. I wanted to suck cock sooooo bad my lips were pouting. I motioned Tony to me and as he walked toward me I knealt down slowly still having Mikes cock in my hand stroking him. I wrapped my lips around his hard Italian shaft and started to fuck him with my mouth. Up & down & up & down, I was so hungry I was drolling for cum. As I sucked his rock hard cock even harder, Lorraine and Blake got behind me. I felt Lorraines nails gently dig into my hard round ass cheeks, exposing my tight pink hole to Blake. He was like an animal when he dropped to his knees. He yanked my mouth off of Tonys cock and as I fell forward on the floor I felt his tongue start to devour my asshole. It was the most intense almost animal like eating out both my pink holes had ever gotten. Lapping from one whole to the other, darting his tongue in and out and in and out. Sucking to hard I felt my pussy lips streatch. I came all over Blakes face so hard he as I thrust my hips fucking his face with my ass and cunt.
My pussy was on fire and ready to be fucked. Tony was laying on the bed with his cock straight up in the air, as I watched him stoke it I felt my juices running down my leg. Lorraine was licking Blakes pussy soaked face clean and he was fingering her cunt feverishly. I climbed on the bed and strattled over Tonys waiting cock. As I lowered my wet cunt over him I felt a finger go into my asshole. I fell the rest of the way on Tonys cock. My cunt and ass were getting pumped hard and fast. Mike pulled his finger out of my ass and crawled up on the bed and grapped me by my hips and slid his shaft deep into my asshole. I screamed and moaned as Tony and Mike used both my holes.
Lorraine was fingering her wet pussy as she straddled over Tonys face. She pulled her finger out and put it into my mouth and lowered her sweet cunt onto Tonys waiting lips. I bent forward and started sucking her massive tits. Kyle stood up on the bed and Lorraine took his boner into her hands and stroked him. As he started to cum, Lorraine pointed his white salty stream in my direction and he blew his load all over my face and Lorraines tits. As I sucked her tits clean, the cocks fucking my cunt and asshole began to fuck me even harder. Both their swollen cum filled balls bouncing off of each other. Tony arched his back and moaned "I am going to filled your cunt full". Tony and Mike filled both my holes so full of cum, I felt it dripping out of me long before they got done pumping it into me.As I laid next to my presents on Lorraines cum soaked bed, I felt her open my legs and felt her lips wrap around both my holes sucking her load out of both my freshly fucked holes.
She ate her pussy soaked cum filled cunt 4 times and she did mine 2 more. When it was finally time for Lorraine and my presents to head back to the hospital. The grande finale was Lorraine and I on our knees in the middle of the kitchen floor while my presents, Kyle, Tony, Mike and Blake stroked their cocks until they came all over out bodies.
I hated to see my presents go, but they left a nice load in both my holes that I feel dripping out of me as I type this. My birthday isn't until December 3rd, but the presents I opened up on November 29th and 30th were the best presents I think I will be getting. (at least all at once!).
The Annual Family Reunion Turned Out To Be The Tastiest One Ever!
We had our annual "Family reunion" this past month, with over 120 relatives attending. It's usually the same ole same ole, but this year I knew was going to be fun...really really fun.
My brother was coming down from Alaska. I hadn't seen him for quite some time and I couldn't wait. My mom and Aunts planned a huge picnic at the park, complete with a band, and catered.? My brother was as usual late. He brought two of his friends Tim and Vince whom he hadn't seen since high school.
My brother picked me up and hugged me and whispered in my ear "damn sis you look good". He introduced me to his friends and as we were talking catching up on life, all of the sudden my brother got this look on his face? I remember oh so well when I was younger. He looked right at me and said "do you still suck cock as good as you used to sis?", then he turned to his two friends and told them he was the one who taught me how to suck cock. "YES" and I love it. Mark started to rub himself and so did Tim and Vince. My brother asked me if I wanted to put my mouth where is dick is.
We didn't have many places to choose from, unless I wanted to get on my knees and suck my brother off in front of 120 relatives. (which wouldn't bother me a bit). We walked just a few feet away from the picnic and found an unlocked van. My brother and his two friends got in and I followed behind. He unzipped his pants and sat in the passenger side seat. It was such a kinky feeling I? had as my? head was bobbing up and down sucking my brother off, I could see my mom, dad, cousins, Aunts, Uncles.? My brother arched his back and moaned so loud when he shot his cum load in my mouth so loud that my Uncle and a few cousins turned to look towards our way. The window was down just a little, but my brother didn't care and neither did I.
I sucked him and his friends cock in that van untill each of them fed me thier salty loads for over an hour. That was the best snack at the picnic!
Why Does Going Up Have To Be So Damn Complicated?
I have no idea what I was thinking of to be honest with you. O.K., lets say I was to get married at my age (24 years old). I am in really good shape so chances are I am going to live at least another 24 years, which would only make me 48 years old. So times 48 years by two and its still feasible that I will be alive until I am 96 years old. Why all the math? simply because how in the hell am I suppose to stay with one guy the rest of my life? NO WAY, I cant even imagine it.
Maybe there is something wrong with my logic... maybe I wasn't truly in love... or maybe I am crazy and need to be commited. Either way, I had to turn him down. It was the hardest thing I had to do, because I knew I wasn't going to see him anymore if my answer was no. Thats the way he wanted it. Even with that untimatum I still had to say no. I think I loved him, infact I still do love him. Every night for the passed 2 weeks I have cried myself to sleep. I have to listen with my mind and not my heart.
I truly know now the meaning of love... I also know the meaning of heart break and how bad it hurts. It's time for me to "cowgirl up", and turn my frown upside down. ( I am kinda smiling...I think=).
The Ultimate Sacrifice Or The Ultimate Idiot...You decide
I believe I can honeslty say I have seen it all now. I have a friend who is a lifestyle Dominatrix. Up until I met her I pictured a Dom being a big ugly fat chick dressed in leather that was 5 sizes to small for her, making men give her things by beating and degrading them. (yucky aint it=). Well Tatiayana changed my way of thinking about the way Doms looked and acted.
Tatiayana was born in Russia but considers herself an American and proud of it. She is absolutely beautiful. Long silky brown hair down to her tiny waist, bedroom brown eyes, and a smile that would make any man drop to his knees. (any woman too). As I said before shes not the typical "bitch" Dom, that I've seen and heard of, she does belive in discipline but she doesn't believe in degrading.
At home Tatiayana has what she call a real time stable of 6. What this consists of is 6 very eager men and women serving her day and night. Each "pet" as she affectionalty refers to them, has their on set of chores, boundries. duties and rewards. All 6 people in her stable are intelligent, good looking individuals needin what they feel the "Mistress" gives them.
On friday they have what they call "Dungeon Day". I have been to several Friday night Dungeon get togethers, but the one I went to last Friday shocked the you know what out of me. One of her pets wrote a poem for her, another one liked her to flogg him on his bear back and another one like to get spanked bare assed while she was tied with her hands up in the air. I have to admit all pretty freaky , but nothing to what was coming next.
Tatiyana last pet was ready to (as he put it) offer his Mistress the ultimate gift. I whispered to her asked her if she knew what he was going to give her, she said no. He came to the front of the room with a piece of wood. He sat the small piece of wood down along with a bag. He proceeded to take his pants off and undies and he straddled that wood peice and gently sat down. Still not having ANY idea what the hell he was going to be doing, he looked at Tatiyana and told her the only thing he had to offer her to show her his undying devotion was his manhood. As he said that he reached into the bag pulled out a carpenter nail, and placed it above softly above his left testicle. In the blink of an eye out came a hammer, he raised it above his head and.........BAM!!!, he nailed thick headed carpenters nail into his left testicle squishing it into the wood. I couldn't believe what had happened. He stood up and looked at Tatiyana and said I offer my testicle to you Mistress and then he yanked the nail through by pulling on either side of the board. Tatiyana ran up to the front screaming no dont, but it was too late. He dropped to his knees and asked for a drink of water.
This was the most intense act I have ever seen in person in my entire life. What in the hell was he thinking of. As far as I am concerned the man needs help, alot of help as a matter of fact. Tatiyana said he is doing fine physically, he had to get a tetnus shot just in case it was a rusty nail. She said now he waits until his nut basically dries, dies and disolves in his body, there is nothing else to do but let nature take its course.
Needless to say I wont be attending anymore Friday night Dungeon get togethers anymore.
Lucky In Love...Unlucky In Everything Else=(
Have you ever had one of those, "I should have stayed in bed" kinda days? The kind of day where nothing seems to go right. Well I had one of those days last Thursday. It all started going to hell when I woke up to teach my 5:30 a.m. low impact aerobic class. I was late (as usual), and because of that on the way I got a ticket by the bitchest cop I've ever had to deal with. Not only did she ticket me, she made me get out of my car and walk a straight line, touch my finger to my nose, eyes closed and she even asked me to spell California....BACKWARDS. She said my eyes were red and asked me if I was just coming in from a late night of partying and drinking. I told her her eyes looked glazed did she just come from a donut store. Damn, that really pissed her off. At this point if there was anything she could nail me for, she would definetly find it. After she ran my license, registration and searched my car, aerobic bag and me, she handed me my license and the ticket and told me to have a nice day. Yeah right.
I finally made it to my first class and I was almost 25 minutes late. I had 34 angry waiting workout manics wanting to take their turn at me next. I calmed the savage beasties down and managed to get through the class without a scratch, kick or bite. (thats always a good thing).
I had 2 complaints in my suggestion box, which are the two usual one I get once or twice a month. The same person complaing that they cant keep up with the class and "how can I call myself an instructor" blah blah blah blah. I know who is writing this to me and I even went as far as to ask if she would like me to work after class with her on any problem areas I could help her with, which I will never ask again. I worked with her for 1 1/2 hours. Everything I told her to do she did the exact opposite. I wanted to pull every hair out of her head as well as mine.
There were two instructors that didn't bother showing up to teach their classes so I had to sub for them. I dont mind dont get me wrong, but on this day it meant I had to teach 5 clasess back to back. Class 1,2&3 went fine, but then came # 4. It's my class, a double bench step class. It's pretty advanced and definetly not for beginners. I was about 20 minutes into the class just getting into the cardio part of the workout when I twisted my ankle. I heard a lil crack but I didn't feel that much pain so dummy me finished the class. By this time my foot was swollen like a watermelon, I couldn't even take my shoe off.
My next six hours (yes you counted right 6 hours) consisted of sitting in the emergency room to wait for a doctor to ex-ray my ankle. I finally got in to see an emergency room doctor that had the gift of gab. He talked and talked and talked, what about I am still not totally sure. However, between his life story, I did hear him say I had a hairline facture on 3 places. I was shocked . I've gone all my life with out a stitch or break and now I have my ankle broken in three places.
It's been 4 days now since that fateful Thursday when I should have stayed in bed and let the day slip by. But NOOOOOOOOOOO, I had to take part in it, I had to be a smart ass to the dikey police cop lady, and I had to fall off my step like an idiot. I guess the really great part about all this is I am going to be spending lots and lots more time with Michael untill my ankle heals, which according to the experts should be about 6-8 weeks.
I dont wish a day like the day I had last Thursday on anyone, not even my worst enemy. Wait...(ok, that bitchy cop lady who started me on the spiral down hill maybe!).
So....This Is What Love Feels Like!!
20 days to be exact. What could possibly keep me away from writing in my journal for 20 days you ask?. Well....It happened or at least I think it happened.
I mean how does one know exactly when it does happen? I didn't look any different, but I sure?felt different. Kind of a warm and fuzzy feeling. An overwhelming?"butterfly" in the stomach feeling,?the way I felt when I went to my first prom. Walking down the stairs with my dad at one end ?video?taping my every move, and my date looking incredible in his tux. This is the feeling I wanted to last forever.?Have?you guessed what happened to me yet?
I am in LOVE=). YEP, I think I have found "Mr Right", the man of my dreams. He's smart, funny, open for anything. From our very first encounter he proved to be my knight in shinning armor. He came to my rescue when I got a flat tire while driving on the 405 freeway.?My car spun?around in a complete circle two times?before I ended up skidding against the guard rail until my car finally came to a stop.?I was shaking and couldn't believe I didn't hit any cars during my 2 trips around the world. Then there he was, Michael. It was almost like he came from nowhere. He put his hand on my shoulder and asked me if I was ok.
My front axle was so tweaked there was noway my car could be driven. He called AAA on his cell phone, and we waited in his car untill the tow truck came.? Michael?held my shaking hands?in his?and I couldn't help but feel safe. He even got me to laugh?when he gave me a "10" for my technique in performing my two?360 degree turns.?
As the tow truck hooked up my car, Michael asked if he could take me home.?(which is exactly what I hoping he would?ask=). I watched my car?get towed off to "insurance hell".?It was a 20 min. ride to my house.
My knight in shinning armor?brought me safely to my house and as he walked me to my door?I turned to?thank him for all his help. He smiled and said it was his pleasure.?I?asked him to stay for a while, but he said he had a plane to catch?and had to get?going. He told me he would be?back in Orange County in three days? and wanted to know if I?would have dinner with him then. I gave him my?number kissed him on hs cheek and when he hugged me I almost felt like I was melting into him. He?cologne was intoxicating.
He Called me the next evening and we talked for 4?hours.?I found myself so intrigued, like?I?have never felt with anyone before.??The weird part was we couldn't be more opposite. He's 18 years older than me, hes?been married twice and has 5 children with the oldest son being 2 months older than me. He's been on the fortune 500, (which up until now, I had now idea what that was). I know, I asked myself the same question...WHY? WHY? WHY? couldn't I get him out of my mind. The two days waiting for our dinner date seemed like 2 months.
The door rang and my heart jumped! He was in a pin stripped suit with 2 dozen red roses in his hands. I put them in water and off we went to an Italian?restaurant in L.A.?As Michael ordred? he spoke to the waiter in Itailan. I?knew exactly how Gomez felt when Mortica spoke french, he melted me, and he continued to the whole evening. After dinner we walked the boardwalk by my house, hand in hand.
The rest of the evening was filled with laughs, hugs, kisses and getting to know each other.?Now heres the weird part, we didn't have sex. God knows I wanted too. My body was aching for him. I have never in my life had this happen to me, usually its wine, dine and 69 to all the guys I've gone out with. But the one I wanted to 69 with was a perfect gentlemen. Instead of us getting to know each other better "skin to skin". we got to know each other face to face.
It was on our 6 date, I flew to North Carolina to stay the weekend with him. His house was like a mansion a?9 bedroom 8 bath 4 story 10,000 square foot house. His bedroom was bigger than my living room, kitchen and bedroom combined, complete with Jaquzzi in his bathroom. That weekend?after dinner in the court yard,?he?took my hand and in the candle light he looked into my eyes soooo deep I felt?he was talking to my soul. He kissed my hand and?asked me?if he could make love to me.?I squeezed his hand and with my heart racing?I smiled at said I would love too.
In his candlelite?bedroom we?danced, took each others clothes off, tasted, touched, felt, kissed and made love?all night long.?I?had never felt so much passion with anyone before. I'm head over heels and I love the way?it feels.
So I guess this is what they call love. ?
There Are Just Some Things You Cant Put A Price On.
I now realize the problem I have with getting paid for sexual favors. It's not that I think its wrong, infact I say more power to the women in that industry. I mean Doesn't that old saying go even when your husband and wife, its still like your husband paying for sex in an indrect way. i.e. bills, car, house payments.
I have a person I train and she openly admits when her husband wants to have sex, she'll make some kind of deal with him. Whether the deal is to go shopping with her, or to paint the back bedroom it's still a form of payment for services rendered isn't it? Nobody has a problem with that, except for the men who want something for nothing, and thats what you usually get...."what you paid for" NOTHING. I have no problems with accepting money for lap dances for the mere fact I am performing and giving the best "eye" candy known to man kind.
The problem I have giving my body, mouth or any other part of me for that matter is that you cant put a price on perfection. No, I am not stuck up nor do I think I am better than any girl who does accept money for sex. I just dont think any amount of money that I would accept for a man to put his dick in me. Everything comes with a price tag as mentioned above, but theres some things that are priceless.
I did do Tom's wife, only after meeting her getting to know her. I guess in my mind she wasn't some stranger off the street. She was tied up spread and ready for me when I walked up the stairs and into their bedroom. She looked incredible laying there with her legs wide opened. He had placed a blind fold over her eyes. I licked her, fingered her and used 9 different toys on her before untieing her to let her touch me. She came 12 times in the brief time we shared our bodies together. It couldn't be anymore perfect if it was written out. Glancing over at Tom sitting on the chair by the head of the bed was very enticing and erotic as well.
After we were done exploring each other I kissed her cheek, hugged her and whispered "Happy Birthday baby". Tom walked me down the stairs and as he opened the door I reached into my purse and pulled out the same envelope he gave me at the club. I handed him it will the $1,500.00 he gave me and I walked out the door. He called my name a few times but I kept on walking towards my car and drove off.
It wasn't that I didn't need the money, I really could have used it for next falls books, insurance and bills. I just couldn't take the money as bad as I wanted to. I have no regrets about last weekend, I am glad I was offered the opportunity of giving someone something priceless that she will remember always.
$1,500.00 To Be His Wife's Birthday Present...
After finishing my last set at the club, the manager handed me a note written on a cocktail napkin, he told me it was from table #5. The note read "Please come and see me when you get a chance tonight. After finishing getting dressed I peeked around the corner to see who this note was from. He was a handsome man, well dressed in a pin stripped suit. I had seen him at the club a few times. I usually dont go out on the floor after my last set, but he intrigued me so I decided to take a chance.
I reached out to shake his hand as I introduced myself. He pullled a chair out for me and said his name was Tom. He ordered another Scotch and water and a diet pepsi for me from Jennie the cocktail waitress. I wasn't sure what he wanted to tell me, but I was sure whatever he wanted to talk to me about made him very nervous. As he Twisted and twirled his tie from finger to finger.
He started off the conversation with "I have a proposition for you Tiffani". He told me his wife was going to be celebrating her 40th birthday the 12th of July and he wanted to give her something special on her birthday. I was at a complete loss as to why this stranger was telling me his birthday plans for his wife. He explained how they had been married for 18 years, and how his wife had never been with a woman before. So for his wifes 40th, he told me the present he wanted to give her for was me. He wants me to be his wifes first bi experience while he watched. He doesn't want to have a threesome, just me and his wife.
He told me to think about his offer as he slid a white envelope across the table. I looked inside and found $1,500.00 in hundred dollar bills. "Why me?" I asked Tom, he smiled and said he and his wife had been in the club a couple of times and both times she pointed me out to him, showing an interest.He finished his drink and slid a business card in the envelope and asked me to let him know my decision by Wednesday of this week. He left the white envelope with the cash and his contact info and walked out the door. .
Should I or shouldn't I? The whole scenario seems very erotic and definetly something I would be into. I like the fact that he trusts me by leaving the cash in my hot little hands and he only wants to watch which to me is very hot and kinky. Having a husband watch his wife eat pussy for the first time.
Excuse Me, Your Ummm....Theres No Easy Way To Say It...Until Now!
How do you tell someone their zipper is open, or do you tell them at all? Thats a tough decision either way you look at it. Should you or shouldn't you that is the question of the day.. If you chose to inform the person, I have found some helpful suggestions that you might want to say the next time your in the delicate situation I hope these help:
20. The cucumber has left the salad.
19. I can see the gun of Navarone.
18. Someone tore down the Wall, and your Pink Floyd is hanging out.
17. You've got Windows in your laptop.
16. Sailor Ned's trying to take a little shore leave.
15. Your soldier ain't so unknown now.
14. Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bell.
13. Paging Mr. Johnson... Paging Mr. Johnson...
12. You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
11. Your pod bay door is open, Hal.
10. Elvis Junior has LEFT the building!
9. Mini Me is making a break for the escape pod.
8. Ensign Hanes is reporting a hull breach on the lower deck, Sir!
7. The Buick is not all the way in the garage.
6. Dr. Kimble has escaped!
5. You've got your fly set for "Monica" instead of "Hillary."
4. Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction...
3. You've got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2. I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft, can you dig it?
AND THE NUMBER ONE WAY TO TELL SOMEONE THEIR FLY IS UNZIPPED...
1. I thought you were crazy; now I see your nuts.
Yes, I am An Exotic Dancer & No I am Not A Whore.
Going to school is expensive to say the least. Books, insurance, materials it all adds up, along with car payments, rent and day to day stuff. I make alot of my money dancing at a club in L.A. I make ALOT of money as a matter of fact. I love what I do, but for some odd reason when you tell someone your an exotic dancer your labled as easy, bubble headed or a whore.
The girls that I work with vary in their circumstances. Some are single moms trying to make ends meet and some are going to school like myself and need extra income. There are those girls who are in it to make a quick buck because their hooked on drugs, but those girls dont stay long.
When I first started dancing I was so scared to be in a room full of strange men on stage naked. My legs would be shaking I was so nervous. All that went away within the first week, and from then on I was loving every minute of it. When the music starts I get lost in it. I sometimes feel I am making love to myself on stage. Erotic, carefully chorographed dances by yours truly. I take pride in my dance sets, sometimes taking days to come up with routines.
So whats wrong with being an exotic dancer or for that matter a husband or boyfriend coming to a strip club to enjoy the scenary? Why do women think that if her husband goes to a strip club hes cheating . I cant count the times I've seen pitchers of beer, bottles of Dom or buckets of ice poured on unsuspecting men. I have been dancing for 2 years now, and have never dated a man from the club. The fact is theres a low percentage of girls that do go out with the men who like to watch. You just dont mix business with pleasure, especially in this business.
I had a women approach me one early morning as I was getting escorted to my car by the manager. She was yelling from the distance "HEY, are you Tiffani....I have to talk to you". OH NO, I thought it was some jealous woman coming to kick my ass. When she was within a couple of feet in front of me she again asked me if my name was Tiffani. I told her yes, as the manager of the club stepped in front of me, not knowing where this conversation was headed. She said she wanted to thank me...."thank me for what". She went on to tell me that when her husband comes to the club, she knows when he comes home shes going to get as she put it, "boned all night long". I couldn't believe this woman was thanking me for her husband performance in bed. She said she knew it was me that she needed to thank because on occassion her husband would slip and when he was cumming would say my name. I didn't know what to say to her except thanks I am glad I could help=)
I love what I do, alot of people cant say that about their jobs. I cant imagine doing something I didn't like for eight hours a day 5 days a weeks for the rest of my life. To the men who appreciate beautiful bodies and creativity, it's my pleasure to visually stimulate your senses. To the women who hate exotic dancers, strippers, or what ever you want to call us in the industry, get a grip. I didn't take this job to steal your husband or boyfriend away. I took this job because I love to show of my finer "ass"ets, talents and body. I have been hit on 100 hundred times more at the sports club than the strip club.
To those of you who think being an exotic dancer is for the dim witted, big boobed, dumb blondes, think again. There is nothing wrong with me showing off my hard work at the gym and getting paid for it. What is wrong is the girls who give it away for free.
If You Dont Have Anything Nice To Say.. Then Say Nothing At All.
The only comments I ever get in my comment box from the members at the health club I teach aerobics and train at is negative. I give 100% to every class I teach and this is the thanks I get? Comments like: "I couldn't keep up with your combinations" , or the ever popular "I am not seeing the results I was expecting to see and I have been faithfully going to your class as for 3 months now". As I say to my clients I train "you didn't gain the weight overnight, so your not going to lose it overnignt".
I measure,weigh and if my clients request I will run a body fat analysis test. Then its warm-up and work out time. Carefully focusing in on the individuals problem areas and mapping out a work out especially designed to fit the needs as I see them.
I guarantee my client that after three months of consistently doing the work-out, following a better diet, and changing eating habbits they will see positive results. But what I get is 1 out of 10 of my clients completely out of control yelling at me because they weighed themselves at home and they've gained 3 pounds. I simply take them to the training room get out the tape measure and show them the results in the inches they have lost, explaining that muscle weighs more than fat and because they are working out getting muscles this will happpen. "But why do I want muscles then, I wanted to lose weight not gain" is the next question. The simple answer is muscle takes up less room than fat does, and muscles continue to need fuel to survive. This means when your sleeping, eating, talking, driving etc. your muscles are burning fat. While fat just sits in your body and looks yucky.
Its so amazing how humans are so different yet we are really alot alike. Compact packages self contained with minimual maintenance considering all the millions of veins, arteries, tendions, muscles, bones that are wrapped up in a tight little package called the human body. Think about the best you've ever looked, and you can achieve those results again. I dont care how many kids you've had or how old you are. Unless there is a medical reason such as a thyroid problem or other existing condition there is no excuse.
So when you go to the mirror and if you like what you see thats GREAT, if you go to the mirror and dont like what you see....CHANGE IT.
Honestly you dont need a health club or a personal trainer to help you get the desired results your looking for. Open your food pantry doors and take out 2 cans of large tomotoes and get started. They make great weights.
The most important things to remember is: Set obtainable goals, start eating better and most of all have a positive attitude. Positive attitude = positive results.
Pit Bull, Loaded Gun, Pool Of Sharks Or...A Pregnant Woman
Which do you fear most? Tough decision isn't it. I too have had met that savage beast called the pregnant woman. This not so rare breed has multiple personalities, mood changes and can be down right bitchy at times. During the hot summer months the pregnant woman swells up and becomes even more irritable. Cold wash cloths sometimes calms the savage beasty, or the ever popular ice chips.
Cravings seem to be frequent among pregnant woman. Although they vary in severity, the common trait of these cravings is apparent, they seem to happen in the middle of the night when every eating establishment is closed. May God be with you if you cant find something to apease her.
When approaching the pregnant there are definite comments you do not, I repeat DO NOT let slip from your lips. Saying what used to be harmless words could indeed be fatal. I have listed 17 of the most common fatal comments that you should never tell a pregnant woman under any circumstances:
TOP FATAL THINGS TO SAY TO A PREGNANT WOMAN
17. "I finished the Oreo's."
16. "Not to imply anything, but I don't think the kid weighs forty pounds."
15. "Y'know, looking at her, you'd never guess that Pamela Lee had a baby."
14. "I sure hope your thighs aren't gonna stay that flabby forever."
13. "Well, couldn't they induce labor? The 25th is the SuperBowl."
12. "Darned if you ain't about five pounds away from a surprise visit from that Richard Simmons fella."
11. "Fred at the office passed a stone the size of a pea. Boy, that's gotta hurt."
10. "Whoa! For a minute there, I thought I woke up next to Willard Scott!"
9. "I'm jealous. Why can't men experience the joy of childbirth?"
8. "Are your ankles supposed to look like that?"
7. "Get your *own* ice cream."
6. "Geez, you're awfully puffy looking today."
5. "Got milk?"
4. "Maybe we should name the baby after my secretary, Tawney."
3. "Man! That rose tattoo on your hip is the size of Madagascar!"
2. "Retaining water ? Yeah, like the Hoover Dam retains water."
And the Number 1 Fatal Thing To Say If Your Wife Is Pregnant...
1. "You don't have the guts to pull that trigger."
I had the wonderful opportunity of teaching a no-impact aerobic class to a group of pregnant women at the hospital. One of the 22 pregos happend to be my very best friend Brooke. She's a single "soon to be" mom. I have had the pleasure of being her coach through her lamaze classes and her support from the very start.
She is due anytime now, and I will be there through the labor and delivery.
T.G.I.F! Theres NO Better Way To Start A Weekend Than This....
Debbie is an aerobic instructor and personal trainer at the same club where I teach and train. Shes blonde blue eyed and a tight tan perfect body. We've known each other for about two years, but its only been about 6 months?that?we have really got to know each other.
Every Friday we meet in the instructors?lounge?to exchange tapes and any new aerobic combinations?we might have thought?up.One morning?she brought a bag in with?her that was from my favorite store in the whole wide world. Condem Revolution. Its an adult toy store that all the latest trends, toys and tastes. I?had to ask her?what was in that oh so familiar bag.?She didn't hesitate to whip out some anal beads, <---my personal favorite, a?vibrating egg and?two medium sized?dildoo.? She?is definetly a girl after my?own heart!. She told me she had never had both her holes fucked at the same time before. This coming from a lady who has been married for 7 years. I had to jump at that opportunity to break her in.
Break her in is exactly what I did that morning. It started with her asking me questions about getting double fucked and it went from, instead of talking about it, I told her I wanted to show her, and I wanted to right then and there. All the hot talk, made it easy for her to slide out of her black aerobic sport shorts and tank top. She locked the lounge door and walked to the couch. She lied down on her back and spread her legs wide open.
I followed over to the couch and with the two new dildoos, with one in each hand I started to genlty rub the outside of her pussy. It was just a matter of seconds before I could hear her pussy get wet. I told her to get on the floor on all fours and to stick her tight pretty little ass up in the air. Her pussy lips looked so tasty from behind I need to taste them. I drug my tongue from one hole to the other, lapping all her sweet jucies up. I wanted to get her ready for the "fucking of her life", so I slowly slid one finger in her ass and one in her pussy. She was ready and so was I.
I turned the?smaller vibrator on low and slid it in her very juicy pussy, fucked her moving it in and out getting it nice and wet. After coating that lucky cock with her juices, I slid it out of and replaced it with the 9 inch dildo, turning all the up to high. As I fucked her pussy hard you could hear her scream as I slid the other pussy soaked cock into her very tight ass. She gasped and moaned as I started to pump both her fuck holes hard. I pounded both her asshole and pussy until she came. Her arms gave way and she fell on her tummy with her hips still moving.
Debbie and I play like that every Friday. Sometimes we let her husband watch and? jerk off while we play. She wanted to have a threesome. Who knows maybe one day, but right now I like it just the way it is. Teasing, Pleasing, Tasting, and Fucking. I am a happy girl. Oh and todays FRIDAY!!!!!
Men vs. Women....Let The Games Begin!
I love a little competition just as much as the next girl, but come on, "Men vs. Women?" After reviewing the list below, I think your going to see who the weaker contender is.
When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life.
A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a chance for us." This is known as the "I Hate You / I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need.
Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay.
Men prefer 30-40 seconds of foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place as part of the foreplay.
Women mature much faster than men. Most 17- year old females can function as adults.
Most 17-year old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work out.
Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked women.
Women's magazines also feature pictures of naked women. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day. Men are turned on at the sight of a naked woman's body. Most naked men elicit laughter from women.
A man has six items in his bathroom -- a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.
The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.
A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes out to the store and buys these things.
A man waits until the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10-items-or-less lane.
When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, then slip on Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later, she will kick them off because her feet are under the desk.
A man will wear the same pair of shoes all day. Let's not talk about how many days he'll wear the same socks.
Women love cats.
Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
Let's say a man and a woman are watching a boxing match on TV. One of the boxers is felled by a low blow. The woman says, "Oh, gee. That must have hurt."
The man groans and doubles over, and actually FEELS the pain.
A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail.
A man will dress up for: weddings andfunerals.
Women do laundry every couple of days.
A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about fifteen years ago, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. This is a myth perpetuated by re-runs of old episodes of "Love, American Style."
When the check comes, Mike, Dave, Rob and Jack will each throw in $20 bills, even though it's only for $22.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.
When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators.
When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual.
Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction -- he buys aviator glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes shopping for a Porsche.
Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people.
A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.
Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest.
Men never grow out of their obsession with toys. As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive, silly and impractical. Examples of men's toys: little miniature TV's, power tools, complicated juicers and blenders, graphic equalizers, small robots that serve cocktails on command, video games, and anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least 6 batteries to operate.
Men take photography very seriously. They'll shell out $4000 for state of the art equipment, build dark rooms and take photography classes.
Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course, women always end up taking better pictures.
In the locker room men talk about three things: money, football, and women. They exaggerate about money, they don't know football nearly as well as they think they do, and they fabricate stories about women.
Women talk about two things in the locker room -- sex and men. And not in abstract terms, either. They are extremely graphic and technical, and they never lie.
Women look nice when they wear jewelry.
A man can get away with wearing one ring and that's it (not including piercings). Any more than that and he will look like a lounge singer named Vic.
When a woman says she'll be ready to go out in five more minutes, she's using the same meaning of time as when a man says the football game just has five minutes left. Neither of them is counting time outs, commercials, or replays.
Men need a good disagreement to get talking, e.g., "Wow, great movie.", "What are you, nuts? No REAL cop would have an Uzi that size." "Well, maybe he got it because he knew about those Mafia guys", etc...
Women, not having this problem, try to initiate conversations with men by saying something agreeable: "That garden by the roadside looks lovely." "Mm hmm." Pause. "That was a good restaurant last night, wasn't it?" "Yeah." Pause. And so on.
Women on a girl's night out talk the whole time.
Men on a boy's night out say about twenty words all night, most of which are "Pass the Doritos or Got any more beer?"
Men use restrooms for purely biological reasons. Men in a restrooms will never speak a word to each other.
Women use restrooms as social lounges. Women who've never met will leave a restroom giggling together like old friends.
Relationships...The Differences Between Men And Women Observed By Me!
There are so many differences between men and women. One being ever so obvious, we girls dont have "hangy down" things,(outdoor plumbing if you will). Let's look beyond that fact for a moment and take a look relationships.
The first few weeks or so in a brand new relationship is usually incredible. Fresh and hot. Give it a few weeks months or a couple times days, You start to notice things that bug you about the same guy/girl you fell head over heels with.
I dont get this whole reltionship thing. I watched my mom and dad growing up and they have a perfect marriage. Both successful, open and intelligent. They have been married for 30 years. (thats longer than I've been alive!). I know theres alot of give and take. But from my observations through my adult years, I believe the woman gives alot more to a man than a man does a woman. Oh, calm down guys, thats not all bad, at least you get the better end of the giving stick.
Below is a list of the attributes of both men and women. From sacrifices, compassion and caring to unconditional love and companionship:
~Women strengths that amaze men~
We carry children, we carry hardships, we carry burdens, but we hold happiness, love and joy.
We smile when we want to scream.
We sing when we want to cry.
We cry when we are happy and laugh when we are nervous.
Women wait by the phone for a "safe at home call" from a friend after a snowy drive home.
We volunteer for good causes.
We are vollunteer ladies in hospitals, we bring food to shut ins.
We are child care workers, executives, attorneys, stay-at-home moms, biker babes and your neighbors.
We wear suits, jeans, and we wear uniforms.
We fight for what we believe in.
We stand up for injustice.
We are in the front row at PTA meetings.
We vote for the person that will do the best job for family issues.
We walk and talk the extra mile to get their children in the Right school and for getting ourfamily the right health care.
We write to the editor, their congressmen and to the "powers that be" for things that make for a better life.
We don't take "no" for an answer when we believe there is a better solution.
We do without new shoes so our children can have them.
We go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
We love unconditionally.
Women are honest, loyal, and forgiving.
We are smart, knowing that knowledge is power.
But we still know how to use our softer side to make a point.
Women want to be the best for our family, their friends, and themselves.
We cry when their children excel and cheer when our friends get awards.
We are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.
Are hearts break when a friend dies.
We have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet we are strong when we think there is no strength left.
A woman's touch can cure any ailment.
We know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
We can make a romantic evening unforgettable.
Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.
We live in homes, apartments and cabins.
We drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much we care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!
Women do more than just give birth.
We bring joy and hope.
We give compassion and ideals.
We give moral support to their family and friends.
And all we want back is a hug, a smile and for you to do the same to people you come in contact with.
Men are good at lifting heavy stuff.
Who knows, maybe one day I'll find someone who I can stay together with longer than a couple months. Then again ....Maybe not.
ARE YOU: IN LOVE, LUST OR MARRIED? Theres Something You Should Know
I have sad news to report, another one of my very good friends has 'bit the dust". Yes thats right ...took a walk down that magic red carpet all dressed up in her white gown with matching veil. Looking like a dream come true to her waiting soon to be husband at the alter. He sheds a tear and whispers under his breath. "I love you baby". She reaches her hand out and the two meet.
The bride and groom turn to face their minister . The grooms hand sweaty, the brides shaking they begin to say their vows. Tears start to pour down her face has her soon to be husband looks into her longing eyes and promises her to take care of her, honor her and cherish her , among other things of course. She makes her vows to him, in a sweet timid voice, promising to love him till death to they part.
The Minister s asks if the blushing bride will have the groom for better or poorer..... without hesitation she blurts.."I DO". The groom is asked the same question ..."I DO" he says in a strong sincere voice. The Minister looks at the congregation asking "Does anyone here sees why these two should not be married now" he pauses a moment , no reaction from the gallery. "then forever hold their piece". The rings have been exchanged, the veil has been lifted, their first kiss as a married couple will be made has they turn to face their family and friends the Minister announces them as Husband & Wife.
I've been in no less than 21 weddings in my career of being a personal trainer, and I am proud to say I have fit every "bride to be" in her two sizes to small to begin with wedding dress. I cant tell you how much I hate standing next to strangers, and if thats not the worst were all wearing the same thing. Some type of chiffon long dress in a yucky pastel color. Out of the 21 weddings I have been a brides maid for, only 13 are still married.
My question is this when does a person know when he or she is ready to walk down the runway? What about that little piece of paper called a marriage license? I know a couple who lived together for 15 years, they had 3 kids together and seemed happy together. They decided to get married and 6 days into their marriage they had a huge fight over the wedding money he took to Vegas to make bets on the horses. She filed for divorce on thier 10 day of marriage. (Recap: not married = 15 years together + 3 kids + happy. Married = huge fight + wedding money missing + gambling problem)
The moral to the story is whatever you do dont say those two words that equals a death sentnece...I DO. No you dont, it chances everything, and besides whats the difference between lust, love and marriage? Glad you asked that. Take a look at the "easy to follow" chart below to answer that age old question:
ARE YOU: IN LOVE, LUST OR MARRIED?
LOVE......................when your eyes meet across a crowded room.
LUST.......................when your tongues meet across a crowded room.
MARRIAGE............when your belt won't meet around your waist, and you don't care.
LOVE......................when intercourse is called making love.
LUST.......................all other times.
LOVE......................when you argue over how many children to have.
LUST.......................when you argue over who gets the wet spot.
MARRIAGE............when you argue over money.
LOVE......................when you share everything you own.
LUST.......................when you think twice about giving your partner bus money.
MARRIAGE............when the bank owns everything.
LOVE......................when it doesn't matter if you don't climax.
LUST.......................when the relationship is over if you don't climax.
MARRIAGE............what's a climax?
LOVE......................when you phone each other just to say "G'day".
LUST.......................when you phone each other just to organize sex.
MARRIAGE............when you phone each other to find out what time your son's game starts.
LOVE......................when you write poems about your partner.
LUST.......................when all you write is your phone number.
MARRIAGE............when all you write is checks.
LOVE......................when you show concern for your partners' feelings.
LUST.......................when you couldn't give a shit.
MARRIAGE............when your only concern is what's on TV.
LOVE......................when your farewell is "I love you darling ..."
LUST.......................when your farewell is "So, same time next week?"
MARRIAGE............when your farewell is silent.
LOVE......................when you are proud to be seen in public with your partner.
LUST.......................when you only ever see each other in the bedroom.
MARRIAGE............when you never see each other awake.
LOVE......................when your heart flutters every time you see them.
LUST.......................when your groin twitches every time you see them.
MARRIAGE............when your wallet empties every time you see them.
LOVE......................when nobody else matters.
LUST.......................when nobody else knows.
MARRIAGE............when everybody else matters and you don't care who knows.
LOVE......................when all the songs on the radio describe exactly how you feel.
LUST.......................when it's just the same mushy old shit.
MARRIAGE............when you never listen to music.
LOVE......................when breaking up is something you try not to think about.
LUST.......................when staying together is something you try not to think about.
MARRIAGE............when just getting through today is your only thought.
LOVE......................when you're interested in everything your partner does.
LUST.......................when you're only interested in one thing.
MARRIAGE............when you're not interested in what your partner does and the one thing you're interested in is your golf score.
It's a big decision without a doubt, I mean lets face if a person decides to get married at the average age of 25, and has the life expectancy of 60-70 years old. The math clearly shows that he or she is expected to get along, co-exist if you will, with the same person longer than they have been alive. (Be afriad...be very afraid!)
Stick It Where The Sun Dont Shine (& get drunk while your at it)
Tim, a good friend of mine asked me to assist him in a test he wanrted to perform on himself. Know what a crazy guy this is I was game. He told me not to ask any questions, just show up at his house at 8:00 p.m.
I was right on time and the anticipation was killing me. Tim met me at the door , took me by the hand and led me down the hallway into his bathroom. There, hanging off the shower curtain was a filled enema bag and sitting on the bathroom counter was a half bottle of scotch. Tim told me a friend of his got a major "high" from what he called an alcohol enema.
He slid off his shorts and bent over his bathroom sink. He spread his ass cheeks WIDE apart with his finger tips and looked over his shoulder and told me he was ready. I was game, I got a hold of the red hose kinked it in the middle and slowly slid it up his eager asshole. I slowly unkinked the hose and let the scotch flow from the bag into his tight pink hole.
He let out a scream first one was how cold it was and the second was how it was burning. I asked him if I should pull it out. He said "fuck no babes....let it ALL go!" Well thats exactly what I did, everydrop was out of the enema bag and in his ass with now a small trickle of brown stained liquid running down both his legs.
He stood up so fast it ripped the hose and he fell back on the toliet. I could hear the scotch pouring out his now puckered hole. He would every now and then scream its burning...but it feels sooo good. He let the scotch flow for what seemed forever and then all of the sudden he sprung from the toliet, got this shit eaten grin on his face, looked me square in the eyes and "FUCK, I am fucked up man". Then he passed fell forward into my arms.
I "poured" him into his bed and placed newspaper under his scotched covered ass. I wasn't worried about turning him on his side just in case he hurled. It was obviious the end you comsume the alcohol into your body would be the place it would come out of your body if one was to get sick. I kissed him on his cheek and locked his front door on the way out.
I just got done talking with Tim about 10 minutes ago, and he said it was the best high he's had in a long time. Believe me, he would know, he claims hes been getting high one way or another since he was 5 years old.
I dont recomend anyone trying this little experiment at home. (unless you really REALLY want tooo!)
Cum.....The Breakfast Of Champions!!
I cant think of a better way to wake up than a cock being drug across my lips. It was my roomate Lorraine's boyfriend who was gently tapping on my lips so I could suck him off about 20 minutes ago. Lorraine and Matt needless to say have a very open relatioship, infact I was the one who introduced them to each other about 6 years ago. She's doing her residency in Palm Springs and hasn't made it home for a couple of weeks now. She knows I fuck and suck Matt, infact we both have been with him (among other men as well) several times before. Sometimes I wake up with Lorraine inbetween my legs licking my pussy and Matt tickling my mouth like this morning wanting to play in my hot holes.
I really love the taste of cum and I ever since the very first drop I licked up in 6th grade. Honestly I dont know an aerobic instructor that doesn't love it. Whats even better is a sweet hot load of cum in a warm swollen freshly fucked pussy, now thats what I call breakfast....lunch and dinner.
I am off to teach my morning low impact aerobic class with a full tummy of yummy cummy=)
Does Being In Love Mean You Have To Become Brain Dead?
I am completely in a state of total disgust right now. I cannot believe she fell for his lines of bullshit. Yep, even though I am "affair number 10" she listened to his whiny ass excuse why he cant keep it in his pants and she believes him. She couldn't wait to come up with a plan with me to burn his sorry ass, Instead she confronted him that evening of our conversation.
I dont get it, I will never understand why she took him back. He personally makes me sick. He has his "stabbing station" at his brothers house and his wife tending to business at home. (Can you say bastard boys and girls). I have never been in love, never told a guy "I love you" so maybe I dont know what I am talking about. Maybe its true love is blind or love conquers all. But does being in love also mean you have to become stupid and a door mat , while the other spouse is doing anyone who will stand still long enough for him to get hard? I hope I will never have to deal with someone I love cheating on me.
It's going to suck to see the prick OPPS, I mean the professor in class now. There wont be anymore "private" shows for the professor, letting him watch me spread my legs and wiggle on my G-string and finger myself while hes talking to the class. Infact what he might be watching is me tossing my cookies up, because the mere thought of how I was lied to makes me sick, thats what bothers me the most. I honestly dont feel like I was used in anyway, the professor made me cum more times than any man has ever before.
I am going to keep my perfect little world just the way it is now that I have taken out the trash, (sort to speak). I have my booty calls I can make to several different men when I need dick. No strings attached, just two, three or more beautiful bodies having a hot time fucking.
I am Just Another Notch In On His Brothers Bed Post.
- My Uncle passed away last week, so I've been away doing the "family" thing these past few days. I really didn't know that well, infact I didn't know him at all. The funeral was Thursday and my Aunt wanted everyone to come up and say a few things about her beloved husband. How do you say something about someone you dont know? My Aunt said I did ok, but I felt really weird with my Uncle behind me all decked out in his suit laying peacefully in casket. I couldn't help but look behind me ALOT, when I was saying my respects.
My Uncle just like my dad died way before they were able to collect social security. ?I think everyone should collect Social Security from the time they are born and then when you reach your 65th birthday, it's time to go to work. OK Ok, I know things would be hella slower in the productivity jobs and the turn over in employess kicking the bucket would suck. So I guess that idea is shot to shit. Dont get me wrong I love my Country and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. but there are a few things that could and should be looked into.
As for my life, loves and general BS, I've got alot to tell you. It seems that Mr. perfect, my professor turned out to be Mr. "Married". I couldn't believe it I was soooo damn pissed. What I dont get is when I spent the night at his house, I didn't see one picture or for that matter any evidence pointing to him being married, you want to know the reason why...It wasn't his fucking house. How did I find that out you ask? His wife called my house and asked me who I was. She asked me if I knew the professor and started yelling on the phone to me telling me she was his wife. She had his cell phone bill and blurted off all the calls he made to my house at all hours of the night. She had it down so good, she even knew when we spent the weekend together, because there were no phone calls made. After about 20 minutes of screaming what a bastard he was and how she was going to kill him and how I was a tramp and a dirty whore, she hung up on me. I was blown away and my blood was boiling. I star 69, which dials the last number who called and told her I had no idea he was married, that infact he said he wasn't and that I never would have started anything with him if he was married. There was complete sclience on the phone for a few moments. She told me this wasn't the first time he she had caught him, infact it was his 10th that she knew of. She said she believed me that I didn't know he was married and when I told her the address where he made me dinner, she said it was his brothers house. (that explains the no evidence issue). She said she had given him all the chances he was going to get and was going to file for divorce. She was going to confront him tonight with "affair number 10". He didn't even know yet that his secret world of wining and dining college co-eds was about to end. I asked her if she felt like a little revenge before she told him she knew about us. She was more than willing to run her nails down his cheating back. I am meeting her tomorrow afternoon to plan our line of attack. I can wait to tell you all the "gory" details.
For all married men who want to have their cake and eat it to sort to speak, YUCK. I dont fool around with married men for the simple reason if I get married I dont want anyone fucking around with my man. I mean dont get married of have an open marriage. Dont be a prick, pretending to be something your not. Have the balls to get out of the marriage or at least give the girl you want to have an affair with the choice of wanting to start something with a married man. I didn't get that choice and now hes going to pay for it big time.
I'll let you know how operation: "Your Fucked Professor" goes this weekend.
Do You Realize What It Takes To Make A Porno Flick?
I thought I was wild and uninhibited untill I had a wonderful reunion with Shelia this past weekend. We went to school together in the 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade. She looked exactly the same except for her incredible 42DDD's , (her twins and she called them). We talked for a while and caught up on the latest gossip. She was only going to be in tonight shooting a film in the LA area. "WOW , your a movie star?", Shelia smiled and said "kinda,I am in the adult entertainment industry". I told her I would love to see her in action, so she invited me that evening to watch.
The film took place in the beautiful mansion in the downtown Beverly Hills. Complete with the revolving gates at the entrance and the long curvy driveway. There were people everywhere, adjusting lights and cameras. Shelia told me to make myself comfortable and she would be right back. I did my usual snooping around in what was a 14 bedroom, 10 bath estate house with a kitchen bigger than my entire house.
Shelia motioned me to come with her, and we went to the beautiful indoor pool. She had on a silk rope and high heels. She brought up a chair right behind the camera, damn I felt like the director for a minute!. The room started to fill with beautiful bodies, both men and women. Shelia introduced me to Erica, a beautiful tan blonde with a matching silk rope. A voice from the hall yelled "30 minute warning people"
I was so ready to see a porno flick in person and with all the beautiful bodies that were assembling into to pool room, I definetly wanted to see more!
Shelia had me come to the back of the room, where her and Erica were now naked. "This is were it all starts" Shelia said, just then the most perfect body handsome guy I have ever seen walked into the room, introduced himself , dropped his towel from around his waist and as it fell to the floor SHelia and Erica got on their knees. They started to suck his cock, while one was licking his balls the other would have her lips wrapped around swallowing every inch. After the last bit of film was shot they sucked hard a total of 14 other guys as well. Shelia was a "fluff girl" She never got in front of the camera, instead sucked, licked and if the guys wanted, Shelia and Erica would fuck the porn stars cocks hard to get them ready for the scene.
It was incredible all the fucking that was going on in the pool. I was completely amazed at how a man could be totally into hard core fucking with the girl moaning and her big titties bouncing all over the place, and out of the blue the director yells "CUT". The porn star pulls his dick out of the girl he pounding , listens to insructions and slides his dick back in and "ACTION" , its like he didn't lose a stroke. The filming lasted about 5 hours, and let me tell you I had enough eye candy to last me a while.
On the drive back home Shelia told me she had been a fluff girl for almost 2 years now, and how she hoped to be in front of the camera soon.
We had a quick dinner close to my house and she was off to New York where she was a headliner at a strip club. I was back at home so hot from all the beautiful bodies slamming against each other, I masturbated with my dildoo all night long.
I dont think I could be a fluff girl, or for that matter a porn star. I like to do things my way, and not be told look this way or moan at camera 2. I like it spontaneous and wild. Most girls start as fluff girls and then if their lucky they get to perform in front of the camera. I guess in every job you have to start at the bottom and in some way "suck" your way to the top. But what happens if you dont make it in the adult porn industry? What would you put on your resume as qualifications for another profession. How good you can suck cock, how many you've sucked at one time or maybe your all time record for how fast you could get a cock hard? Theres the thought of the day!.