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		<title>Blow Job Contest</title>
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I went out with some of my friends to go shopping.                We had a girls day out, it was just us girls. We didn't take no               [...]]]></description>
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<p>I went out with some of my friends to go shopping.                We had a girls day out, it was just us girls. We didn't take no                one else with us. We went to the mall and looked around. I got a                new CD, but that is all that I got. I still haven't listened to                my new CD. I don't even know why I bought it, I guess I bought it                just to be buying something. You know how good it makes you feel                to buy something from time to time. To spend money on something                that you have been wanting, or at least think you have been wanting.</p>
<p>After shopping, we went to a fast food restaurant.                I'll tell you the name of it, but you will never recognize it. It's                a place called Burgers and Fries. I have traveled all over the country                and I've never seen another one of these places. As you can guess,                they sell burgers and fries. Every now and then I like a good cheese                burger and an order of fries. All of their food is good, but the                milk shakes are the best. I love their chocolate milk shakes, though                I never drink them while I'm eating. I drink the milk shake as a                desert, after I am done with my meal. Actually, I eat most of it                with a spoon. After it melts I drink it with a straw. Some people                think that is silly, it makes perfect sense to me.</p>
<p>We sat around and ate for awhile. There were a total                of three of us, so we had plenty to talk about. You know how us                girls are when you get us alone. All we do is talk and talk some                more. Everyone had something to bitch about, either their job or                men in their lives. The strange thing is, we are all single. No                men in our lives, though sometimes we go bar hoping and pick up                men. Usually those relationships don't last.</p>
<p>I have to admit a little secret, this will probably                blow your mind. All three of us are bisexual and we have sex with                each other. We don't do it often, only when we are in the mood for                it. Usually it isn't all three of us at once, but just two of us                go at it. Most of the time we all can't get together at the same                time. But, every now and then it does happen and we have great sex.                All three of us have sex together, wouldn't men love to watch that                on tape! I teased the other girls about taping us have sex, but                they all were against it. I don't know if I would really do it,                but it might be fun.</p>
<p>Before we went back to my place, we went to a shoe                store. I wanted to get some new high heels. I got this hot short                skirt a few weeks ago and I have no shoes to go with it. At least                that was the excuse that I made so I could get a new pair of shoes.                Shoes are so addictive, I wish I didn't have to wear them. I could                go shopping for shoes every day of the week. I don't know why, but                that is how I am.</p>
<p>When we got back to my place, we just sat around.                I knew that it was a bad idea to come here, but I didn't know where                else to go. I had spent too much money as it was, so I didn't have                any more to spend. Kelly acted like she wanted to go see a movie,                but I told her I didn't have the money. I would have went if she                could have bought my ticket. I didn't ask, I hate asking people                to buy stuff for me. Kelly is a grown woman, she can go to the movies                if she wants to. Nothing is holding her back.</p>
<p>I suggested that we go down to the bar. We all know                this hot bartender that works down there. This guy is so fucking                hot, we all fight about who will get to take him out on a date.                None of us has had the chance to do so, but I suspect one of these                days we will. They all said they would like to go, so I drove down                there. Chuck, the bartender, will give us all the free soda pop                we can drink. He won't give us any booze unless we pay for it. But,                that is fine with me, I don't have the money for booze. I don't                like to drink anyway, I think it's kind of stupid. Why would I want                to get drunk and act like a fool? Though, I do like watching drunk                people make fools out of themselves.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'll                take three colas with ice,&#8221; I told Chuck as I sat down at the                counter.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hi, it's nice to see you ladies,&#8221; Chuck                said as he got us our drinks.</p>
<p>I used to feel bad for taking the free drinks Chuck                offered. But, he said not to worry about it. His boss said that                he could give pretty girls all the soda pop they wanted. The boss                said it was good for business to have pretty girls in the bar. I                don't think of myself as being pretty, but I do think Kelly and                Jackie are pretty. That is probably just a self esteem issue though.</p>
<p>&#8220;How are you ladies this evening?&#8221; Chuck                asked.</p>
<p>How was I doing? Not too bad since I just got to                see him bend over. That nice ass of his will put a smile on any                woman's face. Not to sound too dirty, but this guy is really fucking                hot. I don't know how women can keep their hands off of him. I know                one thing for sure, if given the chance I would fuck his brains                loose.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm doing okay,&#8221; I said as I took a sip                of my drink.</p>
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		<title>Bloody Period</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 14:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>Every one of you ladies will know exactly what I                am talking about. We always get horny when it comes that time of                the month. You know, our bloody friend. The friend that we wish                that would never come back again.</p>
<p>I get horny when I am on my period. I mean really                fucking horny. I can't help myself. The only thing that helps me                get through it, is a man. I know men don't like to go down there                during that time of the month, but that is when I need it the most.                I always tell my men that if they fuck me while I am on my period,                I'll give them some extra blow jobs. Men always like to get their                dick sucked when they wake up in the morning.</p>
<p>This is a true story. I was dating this guy named                Rob. Rob was my boyfriend for about two years. We broke up a few                years ago. He got a new job and moved away.</p>
<p>Keep in mind, this is a true story. You can't make                stuff like this up!</p>
<p>Rob and I had a date planned. We were going down                to my favorite bar to get drunk. I know I shouldn't do it, but sometimes                I get drunk when I am on my period. It seems to help the cramps.                But, my head cramps the next day if I drink too much! I don't know                which is worse.</p>
<p>I will now just tell the story. I know I promised                before, but I had to say that about getting drunk. I don't know                why, but I had to tell you.</p>
<p>&#8220;I need to go grab a pack of smokes.&#8221; I                said as I went through my purse.</p>
<p>&#8220;You don't have any cigarettes?&#8221; Rob asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I have four cigarettes. That isn't enough for                the whole night.&#8221; I said as I lit one of the four cigarettes.</p>
<p>&#8220;Where do you want to go to get a pack?&#8221;                He asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Just any gas station is fine.&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>We stopped at a gas station that is about half way                between the bar and my house.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm                going to let you go in and get them.&#8221; I said as I puffed on                my cigarettes.</p>
<p>&#8220;You want light one hundreds? Is that the kind                you smoke.&#8221; Rob asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes. Just one pack is fine.&#8221; I replied.<br />
&#8220;I'm going to get a couple of packs for myself while I am in                there.&#8221; Rob said as he got out of the car.</p>
<p>If there was on thing I hated about Rob, it was that                he always ran into someone he knew. I'm not saying it's bad to have                friends, but it's not like that. He would run into them and talk                to them for ever. I mean, he was in that gas station for at least                twenty minutes talking to some guy. I didn't even know who the guy                was!</p>
<p>Rob came out of the store with his cigarettes but                not mine. I asked him where mine were, he said that he forgot to                get them. It pissed me off when he did stuff like that. He would                spend all that time talking to that guy, but forget all about me.                Maybe I'm a little bitchy, but I like to have my man's attention.</p>
<p>Rob got my cigarettes and we went off to the bar.                As we got to the bar, I thought of something.</p>
<p>&#8220;If we are going to get drunk, how are you going                to drive home?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;What do you mean?&#8221; He asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;If we get really drunk. You can't drive us                home.&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Fuck! I never thought of that.&#8221; Rob said                as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.</p>
<p>&#8220;I will drop you off, then take the car home.                I'll call Carl and see if he can drop me off at the bar. I'll buy                him a six pack at the gas station or get him something for taking                me.&#8221; Rob said as he lit a cigarette.</p>
<p>&#8220;Sounds good honey. Please, don't spend all                night talking to Carl.&#8221; I warned Rob.</p>
<p>I know Rob and I know how he acts. He would probably                leave me at the bar all night and come when they are going to close.                I know Rob, trust me, I know him.</p>
<p>&#8220;If                I get him a six pack of beer, he will want to go straight home and                drink it.&#8221; Rob said.</p>
<p>&#8220;You get him a six pack then. I want you with                me!&#8221; I said as I kissed him on the cheek.</p>
<p>Rob dropped me off and I went inside the bar. I don't                know why, but when I go into a bar I always light a cigarette. I                think it is because I want to smoke when I see all that smoke. I                ordered a Martini and I found a booth to sit in. I didn't want to                sit at the counter, because I didn't want to get hit on by men.                If I was single, that would be okay. Some men don't mind their girlfriend's                to flirt a little. But Rob, he hated it when I flirted with men.                One time he threatened to beat a guy up who I was flirting with.</p>
<p>I smoked my cigarette and drank my Martini. It was                a fairly good Martini, it was mixed properly and didn't taste watered                down. Sometimes the ice in those shakers makes the drink taste too                weak. But, this one was just right.</p>
<p>I don't know if I wanted to chain smoke because I                was in the bar or if it was because of PMS. When I am on my period,                all I do is smoke. I even fall asleep at night with a cigarette                in the ashtray. I never hold the cigarette in bed, I always put                it in the ashtray after I take a puff on it. That way, if I fall                asleep I don't catch anything on fire.</p>
<p>I noticed a call coming through on my cell phone.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hello.&#8221; I said into the phone.</p>
<p>&#8220;It's me Rob. Carl is at the gas station getting                a six pack now. I will be there in about ten minutes.&#8221; Rob                said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Okay honey, I'll see you then.&#8221; I said                right before I hung up the phone.</p>
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		<title>Blow Job While Driving</title>
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&#8220;Do you ever get horny?&#8221; Steve asked.
&#8220;What do you mean?&#8221; I asked confused.
&#8220;You know, just out of the blue get horny.&#8221;                Steve replied.
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<p>&#8220;Do you ever get horny?&#8221; Steve asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;What do you mean?&#8221; I asked confused.</p>
<p>&#8220;You know, just out of the blue get horny.&#8221;                Steve replied.</p>
<p>&#8220;Sometimes, why do you ask?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm really horny right now.&#8221; Steve said                as he stopped the car at a red light.</p>
<p>&#8220;Have you ever got a blow job while driving?&#8221;                I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, I have never done that.&#8221; Steve said                as he pushed the gas pedal down.</p>
<p>I have known Steve for about six months. We are dating,                if you can call it that. It isn't anything serious, we aren't going                to get married or anything like that.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you like a blow job?&#8221; I said putting                my hand on his knee.</p>
<p>&#8220;Sure, but if I wreck, it is your fault.&#8221;                Steve laughed.</p>
<p>&#8220;If you don't think you can drive, just pull                over some place.&#8221; I said as I un-zipped his pants.</p>
<p>I un-zipped his pants and pulled his cock through                the whole in his underwear. You know the one, the one right in the                middle of the crotch. His penis was semi hard. It didn't take long                before it was rock hard.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh shit, I don't know about this.&#8221; Steve                said as I put my lips around his cock.</p>
<p>I could taste stale sweat on his cock. It tasted                salty and kind of stunk. He must have been working out today or                did something to make him sweat.</p>
<p>&#8220;Your cock tastes like sweat.&#8221; I said as                I went down on him.</p>
<p>&#8220;Well, that's what happens when you work all                day long in a factory.&#8221; He said chuckling.</p>
<p>&#8220;You know I don't like it when you don't take                a shower after work.&#8221; I raised up and said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Honey, you picked me up from work. This is                your car.&#8221; Steve said.</p>
<p>I forgot that I picked him up when he got off of                work. That is why his dick cock tasted so sweaty. I felt stupid                for even bringing it up.</p>
<p>I went all the way down on his cock. I didn't tease                any, I went straight to please mode. I sucked his cock as if I was                sucking peas through a straw. I did it slowly and very passionately.                If there is one thing I love, it is sucking cock.</p>
<p>&#8220;Are you driving okay?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Well, most of the time we have been at a red                light. So, I don't know how well I will drive.&#8221; Steve said                while pushing my mouth on his cock.</p>
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<p>I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to                hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had                one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys.                I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These                black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are                no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've                never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if                you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks                of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black                cock!</p>
<p>I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being                open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact                that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need                to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going                to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin                color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that                a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are                the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no                different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay                to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't                say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks.                Let's not forget the bigger cocks.</p>
<p>I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you,                what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are                lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not                just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that.                I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell                you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people                about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever                had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of                his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black                cock, I mean it!</p>
<p>My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business                man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that                a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All                he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit,                even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told                me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know                about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a                lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't                have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.</p>
<p>This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at                a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every                day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot                of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me.                Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even                if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've                never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't                spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up                with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.</p>
<p>We                did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her,                but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his                marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid                bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when                she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything                for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women,                but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because                they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They                are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has                to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his                family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.</p>
<p>I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't                his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm                ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are                all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys                are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If                he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might                have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't                think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about                his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.</p>
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		<title>Birthday Party</title>
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&#8220;Keep fucking me like that!&#8221;                I yelled out.
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<p>&#8220;Keep fucking me like that!&#8221;                I yelled out.</p>
<p>Rick was giving my pussy all the workout that it                could handle. I've never been fucked by a guy with such force. It                was as if he was trying to fuck a hole that went through my entire                body. I was surprised that his cock didn't go all the way to my                throat, that is how hard he was fucking me. Not that I'm complaining,                I love getting it good and hard.</p>
<p>&#8220;Come over here Carl, don't let me forget about                you,&#8221; I said as I looked at Carl.</p>
<p>&#8220;You want some of my cock?&#8221; Carl asked                as he got on his knees.</p>
<p>&#8220;I don't think you need to ask that question.&#8221;                I said as I put his cock in my mouth.</p>
<p>I was being fucked from behind and I was also sucking                Carl's hard cock. This was a birthday party that I will never forget.                I wanted to celebrate my twenty first birthday in style, that was                exactly what I wanted to do. I was getting fucked by these two hot                studs and there were two more waiting for their turn at me. I've                never been with four men at one time, but there is a first for everything.                I wanted the first day that I could legally drink to also be the                first time I had sex with four guys. I know every woman out there                would love to have four guys at one time, I know I did!</p>
<p>&#8220;I love that nice little ass of yours,&#8221;                Rick said as he fucked me from behind.</p>
<p>&#8220;Give it a little smack,&#8221; I said looking                back at him.</p>
<p>&#8220;While he's smacking my ass with his cock, smack                my face with your cock,&#8221; I told Carl.</p>
<p>&#8220;You are a wild woman,&#8221; Carl said as he                smacked my face with his cock.</p>
<p>He's right, I think we should live hard and pay the                costs later. I'm going to have fun while I'm young, when I'm old                and gray I can't do stuff like this. I don't know about that, I                actually hope that I'm a wild old woman. You know the type of grandma                that everyone thinks is fun. That is the old woman that I want to                be. I want to go out searching for guys with my grand daughter.                I think that would be the neatest thing ever.</p>
<p>&#8220;Do you want to switch?&#8221; Rick asked Carl.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'll fuck that nice pussy of hers,&#8221; Carl                said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.</p>
<p>&#8220;If you are going to fuck me, you need to pound                me like Rick was!&#8221; I demanded.</p>
<p>Carl looked down at me and he gave me a wink. I didn't                know what that meant, but I had a feeling that it meant that I was                about to get fucked good and hard. I've got nothing against that,                if anything, I'm weary of a woman who doesn't like it like that.                I can't believe that a woman would want long romantic sex with four                guys. Hell no, they would want to get fucked so good, they feel                it the next day!</p>
<p>Carl slid his cock in my wet pussy. I think he put                some lube on his dick, but maybe I was just really wet. I started                to suck on Rick's cock Carl slid his inside me. Every time Carl                pounded my pussy, it would jolt my face into Rick's pubic hair.                One time Carl fucked me so hard, that I thought he was going to                make me choke on Rick's cock. Wouldn't that have been something?                I don't know if I would have had to go to the hospital for such                a thing. Could you imagine the look on their face's if I came in                there with a cock jammed down my throat? I'm sure they would be                talking about that for years to come!</p>
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		<title>Bedtime</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 12:55:23 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;Are you going to put Randy to bed?&#8221; Bob                asked.
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<p>&#8220;Are you going to put Randy to bed?&#8221; Bob                asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I will in a few minutes, I think he is still                watching his show.&#8221; I said looking over at Randy.</p>
<p>&#8220;You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get                to watch his cartoons.&#8221; Bob said while looking down at him.</p>
<p>When you are married with children, every night seems                the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some                nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That                is about all that changes when you are married with children.</p>
<p>&#8220;Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.&#8221; Randy                said as he watched the cartoon.</p>
<p>&#8220;He better run before the dog catches him.&#8221;                I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.</p>
<p>&#8220;That dog will eat him for a snack!&#8221; Bob                said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.&#8221;                Randy said.</p>
<p>The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.</p>
<p>&#8220;It looks like the cat is no gone.&#8221; Bob                said while raising up from the chair.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, he is hiding from the dog.&#8221; Randy                explained.</p>
<p>Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the                bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him.                This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the                cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a                hospital.</p>
<p>&#8220;It                looks like neither of them won.&#8221; Randy said looking up from                the TV.</p>
<p>&#8220;Looks like you need to get ready for bed.&#8221;                I told Randy.</p>
<p>&#8220;But, maybe there will be another cartoon on                after this one.&#8221; Randy said glued to the TV.</p>
<p>&#8220;There is no more cartoons after this one.&#8221;                Bob said.</p>
<p>&#8220;How do you know?&#8221; Randy asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Because, they are going to show a movie next.                Didn't you see the commercials for it?&#8221; Bob asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I guess not.&#8221; Randy said somewhat depressed.</p>
<p>&#8220;Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready                for bed.&#8221; I told Randy.</p>
<p>Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only                kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When                he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so                much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth                in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff,                but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm going to get ready for bed too.&#8221; Bob                yelled as he walked down the hallway.</p>
<p>A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used                to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking                ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but                it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric                razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I                thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he                went to bed.</p>
<p>I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There                Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some                fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing.                He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure,                I don't understand that one.</p>
<p>I got ready and I laid in bed.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why don't you put that magazine away?&#8221;                I said as I laid next to him.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why?&#8221; Bob asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Because, I want you to pay some attention to                me.&#8221; I said back to him.</p>
<p>&#8220;Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.&#8221;                Randy said running into the room.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm sure nothing is down stairs.&#8221; Bob                said putting the magazine away.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why don't you go check?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah Daddy, go check.&#8221; Randy said.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'll go check, but you better be getting to                bed.&#8221; Bob told Randy.</p>
<p>Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone                down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started                letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside.                I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe                it isn't such a good idea.</p>
<p>&#8220;What was down there?&#8221; Randy asked afraid.</p>
<p>&#8220;It was the dog. Get back to bed.&#8221; Bob                said.</p>
<p>Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we                fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything.                I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might                be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.</p>
<p>&#8220;What                a fucking long day.&#8221; I said as I lit a cigarette.</p>
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		<title>Hard Working Whores</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 12:39:50 +0000</pubDate>
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My friend Tabitha and I are whores.                I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care                less what you think [...]]]></description>
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<p>My friend Tabitha and I are whores.                I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care                less what you think about it. After all, I'm sure some of you have                been to whores as well. We get all kinds of clients from all over                the world. You wouldn't believe how busy our days are. The trick                to our success is, we only work in pairs. If a customer wants one                of us, they have to get both of us. Most men really like the idea                of being with two women. I haven't heard any complaints yet about                it.</p>
<p>Eric, a customer of ours called me up on my cell phone.                He asked if we could swing by where he works. Him and his friend                Jim wanted a little action. I told him that we could be there in                an hour. Eric said that would be fine and said to just walk in,                the garage door would be open. Eric is one of our best customers.                He will call us up at least once per week. Him and Jim chip in together                to get our services. I really don't care, as long as we get our                money. I don't know why Eric calls us though. Even Jim for that                matter. They are both good looking guys with good jobs. I'm sure                they could find women that would put out when they asked. Tabitha                said that they might be boyfriends. You know, bisexual. They both                like women, but they like men even more. That kind of makes sense                to me. I have caught Eric looking at Jim while he fucked me before.                But, I can't imagine that two handsome men like that would be like                that. You never know though, nothing surprises me these days.</p>
<p>Tabitha said that she wanted to pick up something to                eat before we went over to the garage. I asked her what she wanted                to do and she said that she wanted to go out for a burger. I was                hoping that she would go back to her house and cook us something.                I'm not much of a cook myself. I can boil water without many problems,                but that is about it. You can't eat hot water! Though, it is good                for scrubbing the floor when it is really dirty. We got burgers                and sat in the car and ate them. Tabitha said that her burger tasted                like it was over cooked. Mine tasted fine, but they did put a lot                of mayo on it. I don't understand why these places load the sandwiches                up with mayo. I don't mind a little bit, but I don't want so much                on the sandwich that it drips out of the sides.</p>
<p>We finished our burgers and I went over to the gas station                to get some mints. I never thought to ask them to not put onions                on my sandwich. I ate a few mints and Tabitha said she couldn't                smell onions on my breath. It isn't a long drive over to the garage.                It only takes about ten minutes, depending on traffic. We have some                customers that are about an hour or so drive away. We make them                pay extra if we have to drive over to their place. They don't mind,                in fact we service one older guy who says that we are the only whores                that he gets. He says that one of these days his ticker will go                out on him because we are way too good in bed. I don't know about                that, but any old man who can handle two women is something else.                Most old guys that I know wouldn't be able to get it up for five                minutes, let alone last as long as this guy can. Tabitha thinks                he might use Viagra, but I don't know about that. I would be pretty                surprised if he did.</p>
<p>As soon as we go there, Jim and Eric came out. They                were looking good as they normally do. I really don't know what                to make of them being bisexual or not. Sometimes I think they might                be. I mean, they are two really good looking men that take care                of themselves. I've never known a straight man to take care of themselves                the way that they do. Jim told me that I would be his piece of ass                tonight. I batted my eye lashes and told him that I would be his                piece of ass any night that he asked me to be. Jim got a kick out                of that. Tabitha walked up to Eric and felt up his cock. Eric smiled                at her and I thought that Jim was watching her like a hawk. Maybe                I was reading into it more than I should have. I don't know.</p>
<p>I got on my knees and started sucking on Jim's cock.                All Jim could do was look down at me and smile. There wasn't much                else that he could do. I'd like to think that I can suck a cock                the way a man likes it. I've sucked so many cocks, that I can't                even keep them all straight. I used to keep track how many different                customers that we used to have, but I don't any more. Some come                and go so fast that you forget their name. I think I counted up                about two hundred men that we have had sex with in the past. That                number might be a little low.</p>
<p>&#8220;You do your best work on your knees,&#8221; Jim                said looking down at me.</p>
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		<title>Back Seat Fun</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 12:26:43 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;I'll take a pack of Camel cigarettes.&#8221;                I told the clerk.
&#8220;Would you like soft pack or box?&#8221; The                clerk asked.
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<p>&#8220;I'll take a pack of Camel cigarettes.&#8221;                I told the clerk.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you like soft pack or box?&#8221; The                clerk asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'll take them in a box please.&#8221; I replied.</p>
<p>&#8220;That will be three dollars even.&#8221; He said                while punching buttons on the cash register.</p>
<p>I laid three dollars down and walked away.</p>
<p>&#8220;Thank you ma'm.&#8221; The clerk said as he                took my money off of the counter.</p>
<p>I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of my nostrils.                I hadn't had a cigarette in a few hours. My hand shook from withdraw.                The smoke felt harsh going into my lungs, but it tasted good. It                tasted good because I knew it was going to calm my nerves.</p>
<p>I took a few more drags off of my cigarette. About                half way through the cigarette, my nerves calmed down. Isn't it                strange how needing a cigarette wrecks your nerves? I haven't been                able to figure that one out.</p>
<p>&#8220;Another fucking lonely Saturday.&#8221; I said                out loud as I threw the cigarette butt on the ground.</p>
<p>I lit another cigarette and felt guilty. I felt guilty                because I was chain smoking. I can remember when my grandpa used                to chain smoke Lucky Strikes. All he would do is smoke cigarettes.                He even smoked while he ate. I guess I lit another one because I                was full of self pity. I didn't want to spend the weekend alone                again.</p>
<p>I sat down on the curb near the side of the store.                I know the guy who owns the place, so I wasn't worried about having                the cops called on me. He has been a family friend for years. When                I was growing up, everyone would hang out at the store. Sometimes                the owner would even give us free candy. That used to make our days.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hey Cindy.&#8221; A voice said from a distance.</p>
<p>I couldn't tell who it was or where it was coming                from. It sounded so far away, I assumed they were talking to someone                else.</p>
<p>&#8220;Cindy, over here.&#8221; I heard.</p>
<p>I looked over and he said. &#8220;It's me Mark.&#8221;.</p>
<p>I hadn't seen Mark in ages. We grew up together and                he moved off to go to some fancy college. It always seems to end                up that way. No one ever stays in this town, unless they get married                when they are young.</p>
<p>&#8220;Mark, is that you?&#8221; I shouted while running                up to his car.</p>
<p>&#8220;The one and only.&#8221; He said.</p>
<p>&#8220;How long has it been?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I don't know. Five years maybe?&#8221; Mark                said after pausing to think.</p>
<p>I always had a crush on Mark. He is cute, in a nerdy                way. I like the strange geeky kind of guys.</p>
<p>&#8220;What are you doing tonight?&#8221; Mark asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Nothing.&#8221; I replied after taking a puff                off of my cigarette.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you like to go to the drive in and get                something to eat?&#8221; Mark asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'd love to!&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Get in.&#8221; Mark said right before he unlocked                the passenger side door.</p>
<p>&#8220;This town never changes. It is just the way                it was five years ago.&#8221; Mark said as he pulled out of the parking                lot.</p>
<p>&#8220;You know it. Everyone is gone but me.&#8221;                I joked.</p>
<p>&#8220;It seems that way. All of my high school buddies                have left. I was surprised to see you here.&#8221; Mark said.</p>
<p>Mark put on his turn signal and drove out of the                parking lot. I wasn't sure where he was going. The drive in is on                the other side of town.</p>
<p>&#8220;Fuck! I think I made a wrong turn.&#8221; Mark                said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah, but if you take a left at the light,                we can get there. Then you need to go straight for about a mile                and take another left on Main Street.&#8221; I said using my finger                to show him what I meant.</p>
<p>&#8220;You look better than ever.&#8221; Mark said                as he looked me over.</p>
<p>&#8220;I lost a lot of weight. I used to be pretty                chubby in school.&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;You lost weight, but you didn't loose those                nice tits of yours.&#8221; Mark said.</p>
<p>What?&#8221;                I asked shocked.</p>
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		<title>At the Beach</title>
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Here is a story that all of you girls out there will                be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for               [...]]]></description>
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<p>Here is a story that all of you girls out there will                be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for                the past ten years. He is a great man. Well, most of the time he                is. He has had the same job for fifteen years and all that jazz.                You know how good men are, they like to keep the same job and they                make sure the gas tank is always filled in the car.</p>
<p>We have been trying to have a baby for the past few                years. I have wanted a family since I was a little girl. I'm sure                you know how it is, you play with dolls and you dream one day you                will have a real baby. But, it has never happened. I am almost to                the point where I am sick of trying.</p>
<p>Sex isn't what it used to be. Actually, we don't                have sex very often these days. We might have it if Stan watches                some porn or something, but that is about it. We started going to                a marriage therapist. Her name is Dr. Phonic. I have never heard                of such a strange last name. Stan didn't want to go, but I said                that we should go. I want to have a normal sex life.</p>
<p>Well, to make this story short&#8230; We talked to Dr.                Phonic and he said the reason why he doesn't want to have sex with                me anymore is, he feels that it is too clinical. The doctors told                us all of these methods we should try to get pregnant. We were to                do it at certain times of the day. We were to do it in certain positions.                Stan said all of this made him feel like his was doing a medical                procedure and not having sex.</p>
<p>I guess I can understand what he is talking about.                I don't feel that way, because I didn't allow myself to feel that                way. I never looked at it as being a medical procedure, but an act                of love between the two of us. Just because we were trying to have                a baby, doesn't mean there isn't any love involved. I guess Stan                got so wrapped up in the positions and all of that, that he forgot                why we were doing it.</p>
<p>I've never felt that my marriage was in jeopardy.                I never felt like Stan stopped loving me. I need to be loved just                like any other woman out there. I have needs, I have desires that                need to be met. I want Stan to do these things for me. The problem                as you know, Stan stopped doing it. It really did a number on me.                I went through all of the normal stuff that women go through. I                thought maybe he was cheating on me, or maybe he stopped finding                me attractive. But, now I know it is none of those things.</p>
<p>The Dr. Phonic suggested that we have a romantic                dinner. I thought it was a great idea. Stan on the other hand, didn't                think it was such a great idea. It seems like every chance we get                to be close to each other, we tries to sneak out of it. But, I had                a plan.</p>
<p>I knew that if I could get him to the beach, he would                go for a romantic dinner. Not because he wanted to be around me,                but because he wanted to see all of the hot women in their skimpy                swimsuits. Yes, I do get jealous when he looks at these women. But,                I had to do something. Sometimes you have to tempt the animal so                it can fall into your trap.</p>
<p>I cooked up a great meal. I fried some chicken, I                made some of my famous pasta salad. When I make pasta salad I just                cook the noodles, throw in some cubed chicken breast, some veggies,                and top it all off with some Italian salad dressing. It is so easy                to prepare and Stan loves it. I made some baked beans and I also                baked a pie. I made sure that it was apple pie, Stan's favorite.</p>
<p>I knew there was no way he could refuse this meal.                Everything was his favorites. Put that on top of the hot babes and                there was no way he could refuse. I know my Stan very well.</p>
<p>Stan agreed to go to the beach and we went. I made                sure that we were right in the view of some really hot babes. I'm                not into women, but I know when kind of a woman men like to look                at. They like women with nice big tits and round plump asses. Let                me tell you, there were plenty of women who fit that kind of bill                at the beach. I did feel a little on the jealous side, but I just                kept telling myself this was for us.</p>
<p>&#8220;I haven't seen a rack that nice in years.&#8221;                Stan said while eating a chicken leg.</p>
<p>&#8220;I knew you would be looking at them right away.&#8221;                I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;You know me, I love seeing women on the beach.&#8221;                Stan said with his mouthful.</p>
<p>Yes I did know. That is why I brought him to the                beach. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I knew that if I                did, he would feel like I was trying to manipulate him or something.</p>
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		<title>Anniversary Treat</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 12:05:36 +0000</pubDate>
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It was our six month anniversary. Me and my boyfriend                Alex were going to celebrate big time. He said he was going to take                me [...]]]></description>
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<p>It was our six month anniversary. Me and my boyfriend                Alex were going to celebrate big time. He said he was going to take                me out for dinner and everything. I was so happy I couldn't believe                it. I don't get out much as you can see. So any time I can get out                of the house, it is one hell of a treat for me.</p>
<p>Alex picked me up at my house. I was wearing a sexy                white button down dress shirt. I made sure that I had just enough                buttons loose so he could see my cleavage. Alex is a breast man.                He doesn't hid it one bit. He says I have a nice pair of tits. Sometimes                I tell him that he would think any pair were nice, as long as they                were attached to someone breathing. But, he tells me he is in love                with my tits. What can a girl say? I don't understand it.</p>
<p>&#8220;Where                are we going to eat?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Do you know that little place over in Rolland?&#8221;                He asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;You mean that seafood place?&#8221; I asked                back.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah, the place that advertises the best lobster                in the state.&#8221; Alex said looking over at me.</p>
<p>&#8220;I've heard of that place.&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Have you ever been there?&#8221; He asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;No. I hear it is expensive.&#8221; I said back                to him.</p>
<p>&#8220;It is, but only the best for my sweetie.&#8221;                He said as he kissed me on the cheek.</p>
<p>Alex is such a sweet guy. Now that I am in my 40's,                I don't meet guys like him anymore. All of the men are either angry                or on Viagra. They are pissed off because they can't get it up and                they are pissed off at their ex-wives. Luckily me and my Jim didn't                have a bloody divorce. We grew apart from each other and we both                knew it. Getting divorced was the best thing for both of us.</p>
<p>I even still talk to Jim from time to time. He has                a new wife and they are really happy. Every now and then they invite                me over and we watch a movie or just sit around and talk. You know,                I don't know if we were ever really in love. I think maybe we were                just lonely and needed someone to be around. Don't get me wrong,                Jim was a good man. But, we were just different.</p>
<p>Alex doesn't hate his ex wife. Sometimes we go over                to her house and he visits his kids. They had two lovely kids together.                Alex is so proud of his kids.</p>
<p>&#8220;Do you like seafood?&#8221; Alex asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I love it! I will eat anything they give me.&#8221;                I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you eat a pile of shit?&#8221; He said.</p>
<p>&#8220;You are always poking fun at me.&#8221; I said                while laughing.</p>
<p>Alex is such a kidder. If you don't watch it, he                will let loose on you every time.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'd eat a pile of your shit honey.&#8221; I                said while kissing him on the cheek.</p>
<p>&#8220;We could film it and make a bundle selling                it on the Internet.&#8221; Alex joked.</p>
<p>&#8220;You look at that stuff on the Internet?&#8221;                I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, my brother emailed me a picture of someone                eating shit.&#8221; He said.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm sure. You probably jack off all the time                looking at that stuff.&#8221; I said while giggling.</p>
<p>&#8220;I can't seem to jack off while on the Internet.                I haven't figured out how to use the computer with one hand.&#8221;                He said back.</p>
<p>We were now at the place. I could tell because it                looked like an old ship. There were life boats next to hit and life                savers everywhere.</p>
<p>&#8220;So, this is the place.&#8221; I said as I got                out.</p>
<p>&#8220;The best damn seafood in the state.&#8221; He                said leading the way to the door.</p>
<p>When he opened the door, a gush of smells ran up                my nose. It was a good smell, it wasn't the fishy smell that I had                expected. We sat down in a booth that was away from everyone. Alex                later told me that he called in advance to get this table.</p>
<p>The placed looked like a corny seafood place. I don't                mean that in a bad way. There were all kinds of ocean related pictures                and objects. There was even a big sand box for people to play in.                I seen a few fat people in there playing in the sand. They must                of had way too much to drink.</p>
<p>&#8220;What would you like Ma'm?&#8221; The waitress                asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'll take the steamed lobster with the steamed                veggies.&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;And you sir?&#8221; The woman asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I will have the surf and turf.&#8221; Alex said                while looking down at the menu.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh, and I would like to have a couple rolls                with lots and lots of butter.&#8221; I said looking up at the waitress.</p>
<p>&#8220;I                never knew you loved butter so much.&#8221; Alex said.</p>
<p>&#8220;I love butter on my rolls.&#8221; I joked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'd like to squirt my butter on your rolls.&#8221;                Alex replied.</p>
<p>&#8220;If you are nice to me, you will get to do even                more later on.&#8221; I said.</p>
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		<title>Hospital Orgy</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 11:49:17 +0000</pubDate>
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What a fucking day at work. You wouldn't                believe all of the shit that happened. I'm a nurse in the emergency                room and it was [...]]]></description>
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<p>What a fucking day at work. You wouldn't                believe all of the shit that happened. I'm a nurse in the emergency                room and it was one hell of a busy day. I can't even begin to tell                you how awful it was. There was an old guy that cut his hand with                a knife. I don't remember how old he was, but he had to be over                eighty years old. He was cutting up some onions in his kitchen and                sliced his finger a good one. It was a bad cut, but it wasn't life                threatening. Though, the old guy thought for sure he was going to                die. He was yelling and screaming that he was going to die. I can't                believe that a man his age, hasn't came to terms with death yet.                A woman also came in and thought she was pregnant. Not only was                she pregnant, but she was going to have the baby any time. After                a checkup, it was discovered that she wasn't pregnant. We sent her                up to the mental ward and everything was okay with her then. We                found out that she has a history of mental illness and stuff like                this isn't exactly new for her. I've never seen the woman myself,                but records show she has been in the emergency room claiming to                have all kinds of problems.</p>
<p>I went down to the cafeteria and stood in line for my                lunch. My lunch break couldn't have came at a better time. If I                was a smoker, I would have been chain smoking. I know I shouldn't                let my job get the best of me, but I don't have much of a choice.                I take my job serious and sometimes that means I end up stressed                out. Some days everything goes just the way you want it. All of                the patients get treated and end up being okay. Other days, it seems                like you can't do nothing right. Just one death can make you feel                like a miserable failure. That one death, was a loving person to                someone. There might be a person without their spouse, parent, best                friend, whatever. You have to deal with the fact that they died                on your clock. Maybe if there was someone else there, they might                have been able to save their life. I know that I do my best and                rely on my training like everyone else. But, sometimes it can be                very difficult to deal with.</p>
<p>&#8220;How are you today?&#8221; Jackie asked as we stood                in line.</p>
<p>&#8220;What a fucking day,&#8221; I said as I shook my                head from side to side.</p>
<p>&#8220;One of those days. I know what you mean,&#8221;                Jackie said as she placed her tray up on the counter.</p>
<p>I looked around to see what I wanted to eat. I should                say, to see what they had to eat. I ended up getting the baked cod                with rice and beans. It was the first thing that caught my eye.                I've learned how to stop ordering food when your gut is growling.                If you don't, you will end up with ten times more food on your tray                then what you need. I've been working out lately and trying to loose                some weight. I don't need to be putting it back on! Not that I was                fat before I went on the diet. But, I felt like if I kept going                down that road, I would end up being fat. I would end up with an                ass so wide, that I would have to put a bumper on it.</p>
<p>I got my food and I found an empty table to sit at.                Jackie seen that I was sitting all alone so she came over and sat                at my table. She always knows how to make me feel better. We both                are into chicks, so we have that in common with each other. We also                have had sex before. Sometimes we have sex in the mop closet if                we don't have anything better to do. The hospital is one big orgy,                all day long. There is always someone fucking. Either it will be                the staff fucking the staff, or the staff fucking one of the patients.                I'm not lying, it is crazy at this place. They never taught us about                this in college!</p>
<p>&#8220;There is a cute guy on the other wing,&#8221; Jackie                said as she lifted a fork to her mouth.</p>
<p>&#8220;What is he in for?&#8221; I asked.<br />
&#8220;I don't remember. I think he had some kind of surgery.&#8221;                Jackie said, as she paused to think.</p>
<p>I forgot that she works on a different floor than I                do. I work in the emergency room and she works upstairs. She handles                all of the people who are sick, but they can't go home yet. I see                people who are either on the verge of dying or just need to be helped                out. Also, we get the crazy people too. Some days it is a little                mix of all of those and other days it seems like everyone is on                their death beds. I don't understand it myself, but some say it                depends on when the next full moon is. When the moon is full, all                of the crazy people come out. Some of the nurses and doctors say                they call tell when a full moon is going to take place, just by                how people act. I don't know about that, I haven't put that much                thought into it.</p>
<p>As I ate my cod fish, it made me think of one of my                old girlfriends. I know that sounds hilarious, but you will understand                in a minute. She used to say that she smelled like cod fish when                she was on her period. Every time I eat cod fish I think about her.                I see her every now and then and we send holiday cards to each other.                We split up on good terms, you could say. No breakup ends in a good                way, unless you hate the person you are with. I never hated her,                but I really wasn't in love. I just needed someone to pay some attention                to me and all that stuff. I'm sure you have dated people for the                exact same reason.</p>
<p>&#8220;You want to join me and two other girls in on                the action?&#8221; Jackie asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;What action?&#8221; I asked, confused what she                meant.</p>
<p>&#8220;We are all going to fuck the guy. You know, the                guy I was telling you about,&#8221; Jackie said as she watched me                drink from my milk carton.</p>
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&#8220;I am so sick and tired of weekends.&#8221; I                said slamming a pillow on the couch.
&#8220;What are you talking about?&#8221; Robert asked.
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<p>&#8220;I am so sick and tired of weekends.&#8221; I                said slamming a pillow on the couch.</p>
<p>&#8220;What are you talking about?&#8221; Robert asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Every weekend all you do is watch sports.&#8221;                I said disgusted.</p>
<p>&#8220;That isn't true.&#8221; Robert said as he frowned.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh you're right. You also eat the food I cook                you. That is all that you do.&#8221; I said in anger.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why are you so pissed off?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;Don't worry about me. Go and watch your sports.                Let me know who wins.&#8221; I said as I left the living room.</p>
<p>&#8220;You don't have to be so bitchy.&#8221; He said                as I left.</p>
<p>I get sick and tired of this. I've been married to                him for five years and it is always the same thing. On the weekends                he never does anything that I want to do. The only he does is watch                TV. He also eats the food I cook for him. If I am lucky, I can watch                him drink beer too. Lots and lots of beer until he passes out on                the couch. I can't believe that is his idea of a good weekend.</p>
<p>&#8220;What is wrong honey?&#8221; Robert asked as                he walked into the kitchen.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh                nothing. Just trying to figure out what you would like to eat for                dinner.&#8221; &#8221; said waving a pot in the air.</p>
<p>&#8220;Put the pot down. You don't want to hurt yourself.&#8221;                Robert said as he backed up.</p>
<p>&#8220;Don't worry about me. Worry about the final                score of the game. Also, worry about the cold beer in the refrigerator.                Maybe you need me to get you some more?&#8221; I said like a smart                ass.</p>
<p>&#8220;Whoa&#8230; you really are acting strange.&#8221;                Robert said.</p>
<p>&#8220;A woman needs to get laid from time to time.&#8221;                I said shaking my fist in the air.</p>
<p>&#8220;What are you talking about?&#8221; He asked                confuses.</p>
<p>&#8220;You watch sports all fucking day long. All                the time I am craving cock. I want cock so bad, I was going to try                anal sex with you.&#8221; I said stomping my feet.</p>
<p>&#8220;Anal sex?&#8221; Robert said with a smile.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes, anything to get you to fuck me.&#8221;                I said.</p>
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		<title>Amusement Park</title>
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&#8220;I've never been to an amusement park.&#8221;                I said to Roy as we walked through the gates.
&#8220;Let me tell you, you won't want to leave this               [...]]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;I've never been to an amusement park.&#8221;                I said to Roy as we walked through the gates.</p>
<p>&#8220;Let me tell you, you won't want to leave this                place.&#8221; Roy said with a smile.</p>
<p>I couldn't believe all of the smells that I smelled                when I first walked through the gate. I could smell everything from                meat cooking to vegetables. It seemed like every person had a handful                of food as they walked by. Some people were eating sandwiches, others                were eating french fries, some were even eating what looked like                a big piece of dough with sugar on it.</p>
<p>&#8220;What is that stuff that looks like dough with                sugar on it?&#8221; I asked Roy.</p>
<p>&#8220;They call that fried dough. Some places also                call them elephant ears.&#8221; Roy said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Elephant ears? That has to be the funniest                thing I have ever heard!&#8221; I said laughing.</p>
<p>This place seemed so full of fun and I haven't even                been here five minutes.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you like to try an elephant ear?&#8221;                Roy asked.</p>
<p>I looked around and saw the other people eating them.                They acted like it tasted so good. I had to try one of them!</p>
<p>&#8220;I'd love to, but I don't think I can eat a                whole one.&#8221; I said as I watched people receive the elephant                ears they bought.</p>
<p>&#8220;That's okay. We can split one.&#8221; Roy said                as he got some money out of his pocket.</p>
<p>As                Roy got in line, I walked back over to the gate area. I didn't want                to get in anyones way that wanted to buy food. Not only that, but                I was afraid these people would trample over me to get to the food!</p>
<p>They seemed like drug addicts who needed a fix. If                they are only half as good as people act they are, I'm sure my mouth                will be in paradise.</p>
<p>I was surprised at how long it took Roy to get the                elephant ear. He waited in line for at least twenty minutes, if                not longer. Everyone seemed more than happy to wait that long for                their elephant ear.</p>
<p>&#8220;Here it is.&#8221; Roy said as he walked up                to me.</p>
<p>&#8220;How do we eat it?&#8221; I asked.</p>
<p>I had no idea how to eat the thing. It looked good,                but it was covered in sugar.</p>
<p>&#8220;I will rip it in two. But, let's walk around                and look at things. It needs to cool off before we can eat it.&#8221;                Roy said as we walked away.</p>
<p>There was so much to look at, that I couldn't take                in everything. There were all kinds of rides. Some went really high                and made people scream. Others went really fast in circles. Everyone,                even the people who were screaming out of fear looked like they                were having a good time.</p>
<p>&#8220;I can't believe how much fun stuff there is                to do here!&#8221; I said as I looked around.</p>
<p>&#8220;We haven't even seen half of it!&#8221; Roy                said.</p>
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&#8220;Hey you, get back here!&#8221; I yelled as he                ran away.
&#8220;What is going on Ma'm?&#8221; A police officer                asked.
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<p>&#8220;Hey you, get back here!&#8221; I yelled as he                ran away.</p>
<p>&#8220;What is going on Ma'm?&#8221; A police officer                asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;That man stole my purse!&#8221; I said pointing                at the thief.</p>
<p>The police officer ran up to him and told him to                stop, but he didn't listen. The man kept running down the road with                my purse. I didn't know what to do. I figured that it would be best                if I just stayed where I was. I'm sure a cop could handle this bad                guy better than I could.</p>
<p>Then, it hit me. All of my money was in my purse.                I was getting ready to go pay my rent after I got a few groceries.                This man had all of my money. If he got away, I would end up not                having a place to live.</p>
<p>&#8220;You better fucking stop.&#8221; I said as I                started to follow the robber and the policeman.</p>
<p>I realized that I had no choice but to follow him.                If I didn't, he might get away with all of my money. I ran as fast                as I could. I was surprised there wasn't fire under my feet. You                know, how in cartoons peoples' feet catch on fire when they run                fast. I felt like I was in one of those cartoons.</p>
<p>I seen that the cop and the robber was playing some                sort of game. The cop was peeking around the corner while the robber                was trying to get away. I told myself that I wasn't going to play                any games with this son of a bitch. So, I chased the guy.</p>
<p>&#8220;You better stop before I fucking kill you.&#8221;                I said chasing the man.</p>
<p>&#8220;Ma'm don't you get involved with this.&#8221;                The officer said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Fuck you. You aren't getting my purse back.&#8221;                I said as I chased him.</p>
<p>The robber didn't notice a crack in the sidewalk                and he fell straight down on his face. As he tried to get up, I                jumped on top of him.</p>
<p>&#8220;Take this you son of a bitch.&#8221; I said                as I pulled out his hair.</p>
<p>&#8220;Ouch, you're hurting me.&#8221; He said.</p>
<p>I took my fist and I hit him as hard as I could in                the face. My knee was in the middle of his back to make sure he                couldn't get up.</p>
<p>&#8220;You will learn not to fuck with me.&#8221; I                said as I hit him in the mouth.</p>
<p>His whole face was now bleeding. I didn't know where                I got the courage from to do something like this. I guess that happens                when you are fearful that you could become homeless. I didn't feel                guilty for hitting the man. I felt guilty for his mother for giving                birth to such a dumb mother fucker.</p>
<p>&#8220;Get her off! She is going to kill me.&#8221;                He begged the officer as I beat his face in.</p>
<p>&#8220;Ma'm you will have to get off of him.&#8221;                The officer said.</p>
<p>I stood up and I rolled the guy over. His whole face                was covered in blood. He was so afraid of me, he actually pissed                his pants.</p>
<p>&#8220;Here is a little something to remind you not                to fuck with me again.&#8221; I said as I kicked him in the nuts.</p>
<p>&#8220;What are you trying to do?&#8221; The officer                said as he yanked me away from the robber.</p>
<p>&#8220;Listen buddy, that fucker tried to steal my                rent money.&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;I                don't give a fuck who you are. If that guy is going to steal my                rent money, I'm going to make him wish he didn't.&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>&#8220;You know I can arrest you?&#8221; The officer                said. &#8220;You are going to arrest me because I beat up                a thief?&#8221; I asked in a cocky tone.</p>
<p>&#8220;I won't arrest you. But, if you hurt him anymore                I will.&#8221; The cop said as he backed away from me. I knew                he knew that I wasn't going to put up with any shit. I grabbed my                purse and I walked away. I over heard the police officer calling                in for an ambulance. Maybe I was a little hard on the guy, I don't                know. All I know is, I wouldn't have a place to live or anything                to eat if he got away with my purse. Speaking of eating, I realized                I had to go get some groceries.</p>
<p>I went into the corner market. It isn't a big place,                certainly not as big as these new fancy grocery stores. But, that                is okay. I don't like those places anyway. Pedro, he is the guy                who owns this place. He is a cute Mexican who I have fucked a few                times. I know it sounds bad, but I have always wanted to stick a                cucumber in my pussy and have him eat it out.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hola Pedro.&#8221; I said as I walked into the                store.</p>
<p>I don't know much spanish, but I know words like                Hola. Pedro likes it when I talk to him in spanish.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hola senorita.&#8221; He said back to me.</p>
<p>&#8220;What happened to you?&#8221; Pedro asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I got in a fight with a guy.&#8221; I said while                looking over the fruit. &#8220;A fight? You in a fight?&#8221;                He laughed.</p>
<p>&#8220;The son of a bitch tried to steal my purse.&#8221;                I said.</p>
<p>I looked around and no one was in the store. It was                as dead as it could possibly be.</p>
<p>&#8220;It sure is dead around here.&#8221; I said as                I looked around.</p>
<p>&#8220;It usually is this time of day.&#8221; Pedro                said while looking at his wrist watch.</p>
<p>&#8220;You look like you are very tense.&#8221; He                said.</p>
<p>&#8220;I am. That asshole has tore me up.&#8221; I                said.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why don't you come in the back and sit down?&#8221;                Pedro said as he walked away from me.</p>
<p>I followed him into the back. This is the area where                we had fucked. I have only fucked him a few times, but I had a lot                of fun. Pedro has a very large cock. I don't know if all Mexican's                have large cocks, but he sure does.</p>
<p>&#8220;Let                me massage your shoulders.&#8221; He said as he walked behind me.</p>
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		<title>Japanese for Three</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 10:46:28 +0000</pubDate>
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I've recently discovered Japanese food.                I don't know how I have ever lived life without this stuff. Not                only is the food damn good, but [...]]]></description>
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<p>I've recently discovered Japanese food.                I don't know how I have ever lived life without this stuff. Not                only is the food damn good, but those Japanese people sure are a                happy bunch. I've never understood how a group of people could be                so happy. Especially after their country was blown to hell and back                by an atomic bomb. I love how Japanese women never look old. They                can be over the hill and they still look like a spring chicken.                I don't know how they do it, but it certainly is nothing short of                amazing.</p>
<p>Jason, my boyfriend said that he had a special treat                for me. He was going to take me to this special Japanese restaurant                place. Jason also said that there was a kinky surprise waiting for                me. This kind of took me by surprise. I've never heard of such a                thing. I asked him if I should get dressed up and he said no. Jason                then gave me an outfit to wear. It was a traditional Japanese outfit                that looked great. I don't know if I would wear such a thing in                public, but for wearing around the house it would be great. Jason                said that I had to wear this when we went out for this special treat.                That got me thinking a little, but I didn't allow it to not make                me want to go. I don't know why, but I found all of this kind of                interesting.</p>
<p>&#8220;Let's head on out in about ten minutes,&#8221;                Jason said as he walked up the stairs to our bedroom.</p>
<p>&#8220;Are you going to put your outfit on?&#8221; I asked                as I watched him go up the stairs.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes, that's what I'm going to do now.&#8221; Jason                said as he walked into our bedroom.</p>
<p>I wasn't going to go up to our bedroom to put on the                outfit. I figured I would just put it on in the living room. No                need to go all the way upstairs to just throw on this robe like                thing. I wasn't sure if I should wear my panties and bra underneath                this thing or not. I put it on and looked down at my chest. I figured                that it would be a good idea to keep them on. That way if something                happened we needed to get out of the car, nothing would fall out.                That wouldn't be a good thing for me, but a good thing for anyone                looking. I didn't feel like putting on a show for the world to see.</p>
<p>We hopped into the car and off we went. I still didn't                know where we were going. We drove for about a half hour and I was                still puzzled. I asked Jason where we were going and he wouldn't                tell me. He just said that we would be getting there shortly. We                have never went out of town for our Japanese food. There is a nice                little Japanese restaurant near the mall that we go to. I was starting                to wonder where he heard of this Japanese place that we were going                to. It was so far away, that I knew he couldn't have stumbled upon                it. He could have seen an advertisement for it some where, but it                wouldn't make sense that he actually wanted to go there. We had                no way of knowing if there food was any better than the local shop                that we go to.</p>
<p>When we rolled into the driveway of a house, I was even                more puzzled. I thought we were going to a restaurant, not someone's                house. All this time I thought I was going to be eating at a fancy                Japanese restaurant. I thought everyone would be wearing this traditional                Japanese stuff, like we were wearing. Well, I could see that those                ideas where shot to the wind. I kept trying to think what he was                up to, but nothing came into mind. We walked up to the door and                Jason let us in. The door wasn't even locked. There were lights                on in some of the rooms while other rooms were pitch dark. I looked                into the windows while we were walking up to the house, but I couldn't                see anything inside that seemed out of the ordinary. I saw a television,                but it was turned off. A dinning room table, but there was no food                on it. Everything looked like a place where the people weren't home.</p>
<p>I had a strange feeling go through me as we walked through                the house. It almost like how the actors pretend they feel in low                budget horror flicks. They act afraid, but you know it is all an                act. Between the bad acting and the piss poor effects, no one with                a right mind would think that it all was real. I looked around the                house and nothing seemed out of place. It looked like a house that                people lived in. There was a coffee table with opened letters on                it. Like someone had went through their bills that came in the mail                that day. There was even a newspaper that was neatly folded on the                couch. As if someone had bought it, but hasn't had the chance to                read it.</p>
<p>I wasn't able to get the nerve to say anything to Jason.                I trust him, at least I did trust him. My trust in him was wavering                at this point. Even though I felt like I knew him better than my                own self, I still couldn't help but feel this was all too weird                for me. Almost as if, I was being betrayed some how. Maybe someone                would jump from behind a closed door and slit my throat. I know                that sounds silly, but when you're in a situation like this, you                never know what can happen.</p>
<p>I wanted to freeze and then run in the other direction.                This was getting way too spooky for me. I've never been to this                place and I don't even recognize this part of town. I've been to                this city before, but I don't know anyone here. We walked down a                flight of stairs and I could feel my heart pounding in my throat.                I was so nervous, my palms were almost dripping with sweat. I slid                my hand down the banister as we walked down the stairs. The banister                was clean and smooth, like someone had waxed it recently. Once we                got down stairs, we turned and things looked familiar. Not because                I was ever in this place, but because it looked like the Japanese                restaurant. Part of me wanted to sigh in relief and the other part                tried to understand why everything looked the way it did. This certainly                was the most strange thing I have ever seen in my life.</p>
<p>Jason slowly opened the door and I saw what looked like                the inside of the Japanese restaurant. The area where we go in and                eat. They have separate rooms for each of the customers. You can                eat at the counter if you like, but we always go to one of the special                rooms. I looked around and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It                was so beautiful, but it was also almost exactly like the restaurant                that we go to. I looked around some more and I got the shit scared                out of me. There was a woman laying on a table covered with Japanese                food. Not just any woman, but a woman that we used to have three                ways with. It blew my mind. I haven't seen or heard from her in                many years. She raised up and gave us a smile, but was very cautious                so that none of the food fell on the floor.</p>
<p>&#8220;You really had me fooled!&#8221; I said as I looked                down at Kelly.</p>
<p>&#8220;We knew you would be. Jason called me up and asked                if I would like to get together again with you two. Dig in before                the food goes bad,&#8221; Kelly said as I looked at all of the food                on her body.</p>
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		<title>A Nice Surprise</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 14:07:10 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;Honey, I got a surprise for you.&#8221; Jack                said as he entered the house.
&#8220;What is it?&#8221; Susan asked.
&#8220;I can't tell you. But you have to get naked.&#8221;              [...]]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;Honey, I got a surprise for you.&#8221; Jack                said as he entered the house.</p>
<p>&#8220;What is it?&#8221; Susan asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I can't tell you. But you have to get naked.&#8221;                Jack said running through the house.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm not falling for that again.&#8221; She said                laughing out loud.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, I've got something special for you.&#8221;,                He yelled.</p>
<p>&#8220;Is it your penis wrapped in a bow? I got that                present last week?&#8221; Susan said while trying to find out where                Jack was.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, just get naked and come in the bathroom.&#8221;                He said.</p>
<p>Even though she wasn't sure what he was up to, she                was game for what ever it was. She needed a little excitement in                her life. She took off her clothes and walked upstairs to the bathroom.</p>
<p>As she walked up the stairs, she smelled a beautiful                scent. It smelled like a mixture of spices and fresh flowers. She                walked up to the bathroom and was surprised that the door was locked.</p>
<p>&#8220;This isn't some silly joke is it?&#8221; She                asked as she pounded on the door.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, come on in.&#8221; Jack said as he opened                the door.</p>
<p>Much to her surprise, the bathroom was pitch black.                The only light was that of candles that surrounded the bathtub.                It gave the bathtub a majestic like glow to it. Around the bathtub                were two clay jars filled with potpourri. That is what she smelled                walking up the stairs.</p>
<p>&#8220;Get in. I made a bubble bath for you.&#8221;                Jack said as he motioned to her to get into the bathtub.</p>
<p>She got in to find the water was perfect. It wasn't                too hot nor was it too cold. It was just the right temperature for                a relaxing bubble bath.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why are you doing this for me?&#8221; She asked                as she got comfortable in the bathtub.</p>
<p>&#8220;I just wanted to do something nice, that is                all.&#8221; He said as he reached over to a table near the side of                the bathtub.</p>
<p>&#8220;You mean you did all of this and you didn't                break anything? You didn't fuck up in some major way?&#8221; She                laughed.</p>
<p>&#8220;No. Can't I be good for a change and not have                you act like something is up?&#8221; He asked while he brought over                a plate near the bathtub.</p>
<p>&#8220;I know you better than that.&#8221; She said                trying to figure out what he was doing.</p>
<p>&#8220;Well, I don't think you do.&#8221; He said as                he knelt near the side of the bathtub.</p>
<p>&#8220;What do you have on the plate?&#8221; Susan                asked as she looked at it.</p>
<p>&#8220;I have some fresh mellon, some cheese, and                some important ham. It is the ham from Italy that you like.&#8221;                He said putting some in his hand.</p>
<p>&#8220;Taste                it and tell me if you like it.&#8221; He said as he put it in her                mouth.</p>
<p>&#8220;That is great stuff. That is different ham                than what I get, but I really like it.&#8221; He said taking another                bite of the tasty combination.</p>
<p>He walked back over to the table and poured two glasses                of wine.</p>
<p>&#8220;You got wine too. You are such a darling.&#8221;                She said as he handed her a full glass of wine.</p>
<p>&#8220;I know I don't show it, but I really care a                lot about you.&#8221; He said taking a drink of his wine.</p>
<p>&#8220;I'm not good at showing my emotions, my feelings.&#8221;                He said while taking another drink.</p>
<p>&#8220;I know you love me. I know you love me every                time you go to work. I know you love me when you do all the things                you do for me. Your actions speak louder than words.&#8221; She said                while rubbing his arm.</p>
<p>&#8220;I know, but I just want to show how I feel                more.&#8221; He said in a depressed tone.</p>
<p>&#8220;You are, you are showing me right now.&#8221;                She said reaching over to give him a hiss.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why don't you come on into this bathtub and                make love to me?&#8221; She asked in between kisses.</p>
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		<title>A Birthday to Remember</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 13:58:37 +0000</pubDate>
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It was my birthday. Us ladies don't like to tell                our age, but I turned 35. Most people say that I don't look 35,                post [...]]]></description>
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<p>It was my birthday. Us ladies don't like to tell                our age, but I turned 35. Most people say that I don't look 35,                post people think I'm in my early twenties. I was even asked for                my I.D. a few times last year when I went to a bar. I don't mind                telling people how old I am, I like to see the shock on their faces                when they hear my age.</p>
<p>I had a little birthday party, nothing to major.                Friends and family came over for ice cream and cake. We ate, we                talked, you know the usual birthday stuff. I asked everyone before                hand if they would give me money instead of a gift. I told them                that I was having problems making ends meet, so I needed some extra                money. That really wasn't the truth, I had an idea that I was going                to use the money on. An idea that if all went right, would rock                my fucking world.</p>
<p>The party lasted for a few hours. The party was over                when the cake and ice cream ran out. You know how people are, once                the free food is all they leave. I didn't mind, they were getting                on my nerves anyway. I just wanted some peace and quite for myself.                At least until my fun was to begin.</p>
<p>I took a nap, that way I would have plenty of energy.                I might look like I am still young, but my body doesn't feel that                way. I'm not the spring chicken that I used to be. Looks can be                deceiving, you know. I took a nap on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes                I like to take naps with a little background noise going on. I don't                know why that is, maybe because it makes me feel like I'm not alone.                Sometimes I turn the TV on or play some music while I'm doing house                work. If I had a husband or a man in my life, I probably wouldn't                need those things to keep me company.</p>
<p>I                decided that for my birthday, I wanted to call an escort service.                Not just any escort service, but one that had men. Yes, I was going                to get myself two high priced whores. But, after all, it was my                birthday. I deserve a little fun every now and then. A woman needs                to be fucked good every now and then. If she doesn't, then she will                become a bitch.</p>
<p>I haven't had sex in a long time. Longer than I am                willing to admit. I wish that I was able to have a steady relationship                with a man, but it hasn't happened. Not yet at least. I try to find                good men, but maybe that is my problem.</p>
<p>Maybe my problem finding a good man is that I try                to hard. Maybe I should just relax and forgot about looking. The                last time I tried that I found a man that broke my heart. At least                these escort guys can't break my heart.</p>
<p>I called them on the phone and asked for two of their                guys with the biggest dicks. I told them that it was my birthday                and I wanted to have some fun. Some fun with some well hung guys                that is. The escort service said the men would be over in about                a half hour. That was actually quicker than I had expected. I thought                that these guys would take a few hours to get here.</p>
<p>I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I put                on some perfume and put on some makeup. I wanted to look good when                they escorts came over. I also put on some music, but wasn't sure                what to put on. Everything that I heard on the radio, reminded me                of porno music. But, maybe that was because I was thinking too much                about having sex with the escorts.</p>
<p>I heard my door bell ring almost thirty minutes after                I placed my call. Actually, I would be willing to bet that it was                thirty minutes exactly since I called the escort service. I don't                know though, because I wasn't keeping track.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hello!&#8221; I said as I opened the door.</p>
<p>It was them, two hot studs who were going to fuck                my brains loose. I let them in the house and I checked them over.                They were well built, actually one of the guys looked like he was                a construction worker. He had what almost looked like a construction                worker costume on. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, blue jeans,                and work boots. The other guy looked kind of like a biker. Not like                the bikers that you normally see, he was clean and very well groomed.                Actually both of the guys were well groomed.</p>
<p>&#8220;What can we do for you?&#8221; The biker guy                asked.</p>
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		<title>Letter to a Lover</title>
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<p>This is an actual letter that I wrote. My boyfriend                of two years left me. We were living together and one day he decided                that he would rather live without me. This was a letter that I wrote                to Mark.</p>
<p>Dear Mark,</p>
<p>I'm not sure where to start this. I'm not sure if                I should even be writing you. I know that you said that you never                wanted to hear from me again. I know that I should respect your                wishes, but I feel the need to talk to you. I know by writing this                to you, I am acting in a selfish manner, but I don't know what else                to do. Sometimes we have to act out out feelings, regardless of                how hard it might be. At least that is what you said the day that                you left me.</p>
<p>Sometimes I wish that I could go back in time. I                would love to be back to when we first met. I have to say, that                was probably the best time of my life. I felt so carefree and so                alive. It is strange how falling in love changes how you feel. Love                is almost like a drug, when you no longer have it, all you do is                crave it.</p>
<p>I remember the first time we met. I thought you and                your little cousin was so cute. I remember watching you throwing                a baseball with him at the park. The little guy couldn't catch the                ball, but you still made him laugh. Most kids would have gotten                frustrated at not being able to catch the ball.</p>
<p>It is strange that both of our families were having                a cook out on the same day. Most people think that we are crazy                for having cook outs for our birthdays. I'm glad we started the                tradition, because if we hadn't, I would have never met you. I also                feel lucky that your family was having a family reunion on that                day. Two events that were so unrelated, became related.</p>
<p>One look in into your eyes and something clicked                in me. I told myself that I had to ask you out on a date. I don't                regret asking you out on the date. The only regret that I have is,                that we didn't meet sooner. I could have used a good friend like                you earlier on in my life. Especially when things weren't so good.                Like around the time my grandpa died. I could have used a good friend                like you to help me through those tough times.</p>
<p>I have been thinking a lot about you lately. I hope                you have been thinking about me too. I miss the sound of your voice.                I miss the look on your face when you wake up in the morning. You                even look happy in the morning. I have never met another person                who loved to live as much as you do. I hope that I can learn a few                lessons from you.</p>
<p>I                also have been thinking about our first date. Actually, it probably                wasn't much of a first date for you. I felt like I couldn't shut                up. I just wanted to keep talking all night long. The only reason                why I wouldn't shut up was, I wanted the date to go on forever.                I didn't want it to end. I found you so exciting and funny, I just                had to hear what was going to come out of your mouth next.</p>
<p>I have never sat in a restaurant until four in the                morning before. But, I don't regret one minute that we spent together                on that night. That night I knew that I would fall in love with                you. I knew because I could see the type of man that you are. You                don't hold back and you certainly allow your feelings to show.</p>
<p>I know that I am a prude. You don't have to tell                me that. I like to have a man work his way into my pants. The last                thing that I want to be known as, is a slut. I take my reputation                serious and I also take my health serious. There are too many diseases                out there just to have casual sex all the time.</p>
<p>I will never forget our first kiss. I loved how we                over looked the ocean at night. I often sit and cry thinking about                that night. I try to move on with my thoughts, but I can't. They                all seem to drift back to that night.</p>
<p>The wind was calm, but it was still a little chilly                outside. I was hugging onto you because I was cold. I will admit,                I was also doing it because I liked being next to you. I never thought                that you would try to kiss me. But, it was the most pleasant surprise                of my life. I thought my legs were going to give out when you first                kissed me. I can still smell your cologne on that night. The smell                of your cologne and the smell of the ocean is forever in my mind.</p>
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		<title>Handyman Handy with His Tool</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 10:49:37 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>I saw an ad in the paper that advertised handyman services. I have been needing some work done around my house, so I thought I would give them a call. A really cute sounding guy answered the phone and asked what I needed done. I told him and he said that it wouldn't cost very much if I went through him. He said that the other handymen in the area would charge up to double what he would charge me. I was sold. Not only was I going to get a good deal, but he sounded really cute.</p>
<p>Doug said that he would come over tomorrow after lunch. Doug said that he had a job that he had to do first thing in the morning. That was fine with me, I don't like to get up early anyway. I'm more of a night owl, if you know what I mean. I had the day off and I wanted to sleep in. You know how it is when you get up for work every day early in the morning. I like my beauty sleep on my days off. The next day came before I knew it. This is what really happened. Doug turned out to be something else. You will see what I mean in a minute.</p>
<p>&#8220;Come on in.&#8221; I said as I heard a knock on my door.</p>
<p>Doug walked in and I was blown away. Standing before me was a super hot guy and I didn't know what to say. It was all I could do to keep myself from stuttering. I looked at his long black hair and I felt a shiver go up my spine. He looked at me with a nervous smile, like he wasn't sure what to say to me.</p>
<p>&#8220;What do you need me to do?&#8221; Doug asked as he looked around the place.</p>
<p>I knew what I needed him to do all right. I needed him to stuff my pussy with his tool. There was no way around that. It was then that I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I needed his cock in my pussy really bad. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I'm not usually like this. I don't usually fall head over heals for a man like this. But, he was such a manly man. He had a tool box and wore work clothes. He looked like he was a hard working                guy. That is a turn on in itself. I love a man that is good with his hands. The problem is, most men that are good with their hands, aren't half as good looking as Doug.</p>
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		<title>Lesbian 69</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 14:12:54 +0000</pubDate>
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I decided that I was going to get a make over. I dyed my hair blond, because I hear blonds have more fun. I also bought a whole bunch of new clothes. More clothes than I will be able to wear. I also got a membership at the local gym. Before I forget, I also [...]]]></description>
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<p>I decided that I was going to get a make over. I dyed my hair blond, because I hear blonds have more fun. I also bought a whole bunch of new clothes. More clothes than I will be able to wear. I also got a membership at the local gym. Before I forget, I also got my nails done. If you are wondering what made me go out and do all of this, it was because I dumped my boyfriend. I found out that he was cheating on me so I dumped him. I figured out that I didn't need trash like him around in my life. I don't want to get any diseases, that's why I dumped that asshole. There are a ton of things out there that you can get by having sex with a lot of people. How was I to know that he was only fucking her? How was I to know that he was using a condom while he done it? I was on the pill, so there where no condoms in our house. I didn't catch him fucking her at my place, I caught him at her house. I didn't walk in on them having sex, but I knew what was going on. I watched him go there every day and see this woman. He had no reason to be going over there and seeing her.</p>
<p>So, now I'm a new woman. I have new clothes and a new look. The only thing I needed was a new person in my life. I've given up on men for awhile, I think I'll check out women from now on. I don't mean to alarm you, but I like to eat a good pussy every now and then. That is what pisses me off about my boyfriend cheating on me. If he wanted to have sex with another woman, I have a lesbian friend of mine who has been wanting to have sex with me. She might be a lesbian, but she told me she would fuck him if that meant she could eat my pussy. I even told him about her, but he didn't seem interested. I guess it was more than just sex he was after, he wanted to be with someone else. That's fine with me, I hope they are happy now. I'm happy now that I know he is out of my life. I don't need a man like that around the house.</p>
<p>I called up my lesbian friend to see if she wanted to go out with me. I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie and then to a restaurant. She said that she had plans, but I could stop by her house later on. I told her that I would get back in touch if I didn't have any plans for the evening. I wanted to be alone with her, have a nice meal and watch a movie. That would give her the chance to put the move on me. Even though I made up my mind that I wanted to have sex with her, I still wanted her to work for it. It would make me feel like a slut if I didn't. Feeling like a slut is one thing you don't want to feel like after you kick your boyfriend out for sleeping around.</p>
<p>I went out to eat at this new place in town. I don't know what it's called, but it's an all you can eat place. You pay one price and you can eat all the food you like. I thought I would give it a try, I had nothing to loose but a few bucks.</p>
<p>The food was actually pretty good, I was surprised at how good it was. They had all different kinds of things for you to choose from. There was even a man carving all kinds of meat. I ate both turkey and ham and all kinds of other stuff. I was so stuffed, I felt like a Thanksgiving turkey. I felt so bloated after I got out of there, I'm sure someone could have rolled me down the street. I got my money's worth, I'll tell you that much.</p>
<p>At the all you can eat place, the food was in a buffet. Basically it was like a long table that kept the food warm. I watched one fat guy go up there at least eight times. The first time he got a little bit of food, like maybe just something to warm up his jaws. Then, the next time he went back, he really piled the food on his plate. The second trip, he had a big gravy stain on his white shirt. On the next trip, he had a little bit of mashed potatoes in his beard. The next trip, I noticed that he has some corn in his mustache. I'm sure you know where this is going. By the time I left, his shirt and face was covered with food. I even saw some food in his hair. He was looking at the food like a pervert looks at a stripper. I got a good laugh out of watching him.</p>
<p>When I got home, I checked my answering machine to see if I had any messages. I had one, it was from Sandy. She called and asked if I still wanted to do anything. I called her back to see what she had in mind.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hello?&#8221; I said as I heard her pick up the phone.</p>
<p>&#8220;Do you still feel like going out for dinner and a movie?&#8221; Sandy asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;I just ate down at the new 