Fantasy becomes Reality:)
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Posted:Jun 30, 2007 8:50 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2007 8:43 am
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I wrote this to a friend who asked what I planned on doing the next time I saw him and vice versa
Enjoy!
AKA {=}
You entered the hotel room where I am eagerly awaiting your arrival. I am wearing a light-colored blouse. I have the top 3 buttons undone and through the thin material you can see that my nipples are rock hard. I stand up as you approach. You take me into your arms and begin lightly kissing me moving from my lips to my neck and to my ears over and over. Your body is close as though teasing me ‒ I can feel your heat as you gently graze over my breasts. You continue ‒ knowing that you are working me into a sexual frenzy. I moan that I’m SO wet!
You unbutton my blouse and expose my breasts for your pleasure. Your lips move from my neck to my breasts and begin to ever so gently suck and bit my nipples. Your hand moves to the inside of my thigh as you rub but never touch my aching pussy. You step away from me and instruct me to remove my open blouse, bra (which you have already pulled back to expose my breasts) and skirt. You undress as you watch my clothing fall to the floor piece my piece. Within a minute, I stand before you clad only in a garter belt and thigh highs.
You step back from me and instruct me to insert my finger deep into my pussy. My back arches as I perform this act for you. You tell me that we will only continue when I pass your wetness test. You take my wrist and pull it down to remove my finger from my cunt. You pull my hand up to your mouth and lick my very wet finger. You tell me that since I have been a good girl that you will reward me. I lie down on the bed and spread my legs open. You lick my swollen clit and finger my pussy applying pressure to my G-spot. I moan and squirm as you work me over and over and over. I whisper that I am about to cum. Suddenly, you stop! I look you straight in the eyes and call you a fucking cunt teaser. With that comment you laugh.
You lie flat on the bed and pull me over to straddle your face. As I spread, you push your still very wet finger into my tight anus and tell me this is only a sample of things to come.
You begin licking and sucking my VERY swollen clit. With your finger working my ass and your mouth doing my cunt, I moan with pleasure as I feel myself spasm. I cry out that I’m cumming as my juices cover your mouth and face. As the sensation subsides, I lie down to catch my breath.
After I have recovered, we enjoy a glass of wine. You look at me…I look at you as we start to kiss again. Now it’s your turn!
You instruct me to walk over to the hotel window, place your hands on the glass, and to spread myself. You position yourself and enter me from behind. You penetrate me with one hard, fast thrust. I cry out from sheer pleasure. You pound my cunt with your rock hard cock and fuck my ass with your thumb. I furiously rub my clit crying out to fill me with your hot cum. Within a few seconds, you feel my cunt grasp your cock as I moan that I’m cumming. You hear the sounds of my soaking wet cunt sloshing as you continue to fuck me.
With one orgasm down and one to go, you thrust deep burying your cock inside of me and shoot me full of your hot cum! I feel your force as flood my cunt. You slowly withdraw. I turn around and look at your cock glistening with my juices. As we walk towards the Jacuzzi, I feel cum flow down my thighs. As we settle into the tub, you open our second bottle of wine. You turn to me and say “your turn!”
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My Father...
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Posted:Jun 24, 2007 8:40 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2011 12:14 pm
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To all who I have shared personal information with you know that my Father has been ill since January. Early this morning he passed away....I going to "fall off the face of the Earth" for a bit.
Everyone take care and be well.
Hugs
AKA {=}
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GUIDELINES FOR UNDERSTANDING
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Posted:Jun 13, 2007 6:49 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2009 9:49 pm
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Until I read this I didn't realize that Hoosiers had a culture Hope it provides a laugh or at least a smile
AKA {=}
GUIDELINES FOR UNDERSTANDING "THE HOOSIER CULTURE"
-Author Unknown
1. Know the state casserole. The state casserole consists of canned green beans, Campbell 's cream of mushroom soup, and dried onions. You can safely take this casserole to any social event and know that you > will be accepted.
2. Get used to food festivals. The Indiana General Assembly, in an effort to grow bigger athletes, passed legislation years ago requiring every incorporated community to have at least one festival per year dedicated to a high-fat food. It is your duty as a Hoosier to attend these festivals and buy at least one elephant ear.
3. Know the geography. Of Florida , that is. There are Hoosiers who couldn't tell you where Evansville is but they know the exact distance from Fort Myers to Bonita Springs. That's because all Hoosiers go to Florida in the winter. Or plan to when they retire. Or are related to retired Hoosiers who have a place in Sarasota. Hoosiers consider Florida to be the Lower Peninsula of Indiana. If you can't afford to spend the winter in Florida, use the state excuse which is that you stay here because you enjoy the change of season. You'll be lying, but that's OK. We've all done it.
4. Speaking of Indiana weather, wear layers or die. The thing to remember about Indiana seasons is that they can occur at anytime. We have spring-like days in January and wintry weekends in October. April is capable of providing a sampling of all four seasons in a single 24-hour period. For these reasons, Indiana is the Layering Capital of the World. Even layering, however, can pose danger. Golfers have been known to dress for hypothermia and end up dead of heat stroke because they couldn't strip off their layers of plaid fast enough on a changeable spring morning.
5. Don't take Indiana place names literally. If a town has the same name as a foreign city --- Valparaiso and Versailles, for example --- you must not pronounce them the way the foreigners do, lest you come under suspicion as a spy. Also, East Enterprise has no counterpart on the west side of the state South Bend is in the north. North Vernon is in the south and French Lick isn't what you think either.
6. Become mulch literate. Hoosiers love mulch and appreciate its subtle differences. Learn the difference between hardwood, cypress and pine bark at a minimum. Researchers think the state affinity for mulch derives from its relatively flat terrain. People have a subconscious need for topography, and when it can't be supplied naturally, they are more likely to make little mulch hillocks in their front yards. (It's great for Impatiens!)
7. You gotta know sports. In order to talk sports with obsessive fans in Indiana , you have to be knowledgeable on the three levels -- professional, college and high school. The truly expert Indiana sports fan knows not only the name of the hotshot
center at Abercrombie and Fitch High School, but also what colleges he's interested in, how much he bench-presses, who he took to the prom, and what he got on his biology quiz last week.
8. Remember that Hoosiers are never the first to embrace trends. When they do embrace them, they do so with a Midwestern pragmatism. For example, if you see a Hoosier with a nose ring, there's a good chance he's had it undercoated to guard against
rust.
9. The best way to sell something in Indiana is to attach the term "Amish" to it. The product need not be genuinely Amish. This would explain the existence of Amish moo shu pork.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM INDIANA WHEN:
- You think the state Bird is Larry.
- You can say "French Lick" without laughing out loud.
- There's actually a college near you named "Ball State."
- You know Batesville is the casket-making capital of the world and you're proud of it.
- You could never figure out spring forward-fall back, so screw Daylight Savings Time!
- Your feelings get hurt whenever someone points out the acronym for Purdue University is PU.
- You know several people who have hit a deer.
- Down south to you means Kentucky.
- You have no problem spelling or pronouncing Terre Haute.
- Your school classes were canceled because of cold.
- Your school classes were canceled because of heat.
- You know what the phrase "knee-high by the Fourth of July" means.
- You've heard of Euchre, you know how to play Euchre, and you are a master of Euchre.
- You've seen a running car, with nobody in it, in the parking lot of the grocery store, no matter what time of year it is.
- Detassling was your first job. Bailing hay, your second. Or you could stack hay, swim in the pond to clean off and then have the strength to play a couple of games of hoops, all in the same barn lot on the same day.
- You say things like catty-wampus and kitty corner and know what they mean.
- You install security lights on your house and garage, then leave them both unlocked.
- You carry jumper cables in your car regularly.
- You drink pop.
- You catch frogs at the crick.
- If you want someone to hear you, you holler at 'em.
- You know that baling wire was the predecessor to duct tape.
- You know that strangers are the only ones who come to your front door.
- and dogs ride in the passenger seats of cars and the backs of pickups.
- You think nothing of driving on the roads and being stuck behind a farm implement in spring and fall. You just hope it's not a hog truck or a manure spreader.
- High school basketball games draw bigger crowds on the weekend than movie theaters, IF you have a movie theater.
- Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
- The local paper covers national and international headlines on one page but requires six for local sports.
- You can repeat the scores of the last eight NBA games, but unless the MVP is a Hoosier, you are not sure who he is.
- You can see at least two basketball hoops from your yard.
- You can name every one of Bob by Knight's exploits over the last few years.
- The biggest question of your youth was IU or Purdue.
- Indianapolis is the BIG CITY.
- Getting stuck by a train is a legitimate excuse for being late to school or work.
- Everyone knows who the town cops are, where they live, and whether they're at home or on duty.
- You've been to the Covered Bridge Festival. And you took back roads to get there. Why sit in traffic?
- To you, tenderloin is not an expensive cut of beef, but a big, salty, breaded, & fried piece of pork served on a bun with pickle and onion.
- You end your sentences with prepositions, as in "Where's it at?" or "Where's he going to?"
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Dinner and Drinks. . .
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Posted:May 10, 2007 6:51 pm
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2007 10:26 pm
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We meet for dinner and drinks at a local eatery. The place has an hour wait, so I add our name to the waiting list and then head to the bar to have a drink. I call you from my cell to tell you where I'll be and then anxiously await your arrival. Before I hang up, I casually mention that I have a little surprise for you. . .
I stroll over to the bar and take a seat. Immediately the gentleman next to me offers to buy me a drink. Being the tease that I am and wanting to save some of your hard earned money, I graciously except the offer. Within a few minutes you arrive and spy me engaged in conversation. You walk up behind me and slide your arms around my waist. Your move startles me and I let out a gasp. As you kiss my neck, your hands slides on to my breast and you squeeze it firmly. I giggle and try to remove your hand. Through the thin material of my blouse you expect to feel my bra, but what you touch is my full heavy breast and very erect nipple. My embarrassed neighbor quickly settles his tab and exits his seat. I laugh and mention that in addition to a free drink, I have managed to get you the best seat in the house (of course, one next to me. . .lol).
As you sit down, I slip something into your pocket. You reach inside and pull out an item that looks like a remote control. You look at me a bit puzzled. I laugh and tell you that I have a new toy and you're in control of how much enjoyment I get out of it. I go on to explain that it's a wireless remote control vibrator that I just happen to have inserted into my pussy. You grin as you turn the speed up faster and faster and faster. . .
I squirm on the bar stool and begin to moan softly. You can tell by my actions that I am becoming very aroused. Through the material of my blouse, you notice that my nipples are very erect. I casually ask you if you like my new cupless bra. As I ask that question, you grasp my nipple and pinch it. You watch me rise off of my seat and my breasts shake as an orgasm shoots through my body. You turn off the remote control. As the intensity subsides, I lower myself to the seat. You can tell by how flushed I am that the orgasm was an intense one. I take your hand and slide it between my thighs. You feel my wetness. You withdraw your hand and move your fingers to your mouth and gently lick them clean. I lean over and lick your lips. At that time, our table is ready.
As we stand up, you pull my body close to yours. I can feel your rock hard cock pressing against me. I giggle a little and feel a vibration inside of my pussy. You whisper to me to not forget who's in control. . . I smile and whisper back "yes, Sir". . .
We sit down in a round table booth and the waiter hands us menus announcing that he'll be back in a few minutes to take our orders. As he walks away, I slide my hand to your crotch and squeeze your throbbing member. Mmmmmmm, you're so hard. I look at you with lust in my eyes and mention that you deserve some relief. I glance around and slide under the table. The table has a table cloth that hides me from the general public. I slide my hands up to undo your pants. You look down at me with fear and lust in your eyes. I open your fly to expose your wonderful cock and balls to my mouth. I undo my blouse and expose my luscious tits to you. I begin to work the tip of your cock with my lips. I suck you applying pressure as I take in the first 2 inches of your cock. At that time the waiter returns. You mention that the lady had some business to attend to, so we'll need some more time. The waiter smiles and walks away. . .
I wrap the palm of my left hand around your swelling balls as I grip the base of your shaft with my right hand. I look up at you with my blue eyes and swallow your cock all the way down to the balls. I feel a vibrating sensation in my pussy, a pinch of my nipples and begin to furiously deep throat your cock. Suddenly, I feel your balls tense. As your cock explodes shooting a warm stream of liquid into my mouth, my tits shake as another orgasm rips through my pussy. I greedily swallow every ounce of your cum and lick you clean. I slide your cock into your pants and return to my seat at the table. The waiter appears and looks a bit confused as to where I appeared from. . .
We place our order and you then turn to me and kiss me. You whisper that this new toy is great and that my blouse is open. I look down embarrassed that I neglected to button up before my return. Then, I feel a vibrating sensation inside of me. I wink at you and tell you that I have a similar toy for you (but we'll leave that for another story). I mention that if you don't turn the remote control off that we may never get home. You look at me and laugh and agree. We eat a light dinner and head home to pick up where we left off. . .
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The Graduate:)
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Posted:May 8, 2007 8:36 pm
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2007 10:27 pm
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As many of you know, I finished my coursework in March. However, last Friday night I "officially" graduated. I had skipped my previous ceremonies because of the massive size of my graduating class. Going to a large public university in Indiana, one tends to become anonymous. When I received my bachelor's degree that particular school didn't even call your name unless you were receiving a PhD. Master candidates had their names flashed on a large screen - Doesn't that just give you the "warm fuzzies" (NOT).
For the last degree, I attended a smaller, private university where I actually knew the professors and instructors. Many of them came from industry and, at some point, decided to take their career path in a new direction (academics). Some of them were still in industry and taught for the opportunity to share.
Anyway, the ceremony was doctorate and masters candidates only. About 250 of us were awarded diplomas. All of us dressed in the traditional black gown of varying styles. I did find out quite a bit of information (in case you haven't figured out, I'm an information "junkie" - I am a perpetual student and I use my intellectual curiosity and turn it into a creative endeavor...lol) about the origins of "academic regalia." Actually, it dates back to the early Middle Ages. Gowns, caps, tunics, and hoods were everyday dress for men both inside and outside the university. Academic regalia was subject to fashion trends, customs, and sumptuary laws which were designed to prevent extravagance and luxury based on religious grounds. To make a comparison, today we assume that people dressed in suits are white-collar professionals. The people of the Middle Ages associated certain styles of cap, tunic, gown, and hood with scholars of varying degrees of prestige.
Around the turn of the century, American academic regalia began to be regulated by the Intercollegiate Code. Yes, "Pomp and Circumstance" even regulates who gets to wear the coolest gown...lolol. Looking at my gown, it has these extra-long sleeves with the wrist opening in the middle (instead of the end). What I found out about them is that was a popular medieval style that revealed that the wearer had an undertunic worth displaying and did not do any manual labor...I knew that was something WONDERFUL about those crazy sleeves.
As we lined up to begin the academic procession, I had a few moments to share laughter with my classmates. Only about 1/3 of the group decided to attend the ceremony. As we approached the hall, I got an unexpected surprise. The university staff broke into an enthusiastic round of applause and continued until we well inside. It was at that moment that I understood what the significance of this ceremony
Going through the commencement ceremony made me feel complete - I started something and saw it through to the end which is quite an accomplishment for an individual with ADD. It has provided me with an opportunity to look at where I've been and what I've done. It also helped me to lay some groundwork for my future
As we exited the hall, the university staff again was lined up and their continuous applauds filled the air. It was as strong, if not stronger, then when we entered the hall. It was at that moment that I understood what their vocation meant to them
The most scholarly AKA {=}
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You Know What - Sometimes You Can Go Back:D
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Posted:Apr 16, 2007 7:13 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2011 12:13 pm
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This past weekend, I had the opportunity to visit the fraternity where I was a "little sister" back during my first round of college. I had a lot of fun and my G.P.A. reflected it...lol. I was hesitant to go but this would be one of the last social functions that would be held in that house. The University owned all the land on the rest of the block and the inevitable finally happened - the fraternity sold out.
Going back inside brought back a flood of memories - Why on earth did anyone ever think that a "hairy buffalo" party was a good idea Did anyone really think they are going to get any privacy by going back to a guy's rooms with him - 90% of the time, he had a roommate who would come in to get his cigarettes or something else, bring a group of friends, or worse yet, he'd be on the verge of "getting lucky" too only to find me with his roomie...lolol Sometimes the more, the merrier applied
Although life seemed so complex, it was actually very simple. I went to classes, studied and partied. At that age, I created my own drama - would "A" ask me to the Founders Day Dance and what would I do if he didn't...would "B" ever break up with his hometown honey or would she find out first that he and I had been sleeping together for almost a year. I forgot to ask about him - by the time they did break up, I had moved on "C."
What I found out is that after all these years is that the students and alumni look may different - I never quite understood the low-riding baggy jean trend - but things are very much still the same. I heard so much of the same talk going one - classes, grades, parties, etc. Even the famous campus "waterhole" was still pretty much the same. When 3 alumns (all in their early to mid-thirties) invited me to go for a pitcher of beer, all the sudden I was 21 again Nothing quite like having 3 attractive (young) men dote on your every word Ahhhh, those were the day
Have an awesome day!
AKA{=}
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Stories from the Vault - THE INTERVIEW
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Posted:Apr 9, 2007 7:41 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2007 8:14 pm
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I wrote this back when I was interviewing a lot of job applicants. Wonder if I tried this now if it would help me find a new job
Take care,
AKA{=}
The Interview. . .
Damn, why doesn't my boss handle his own interviews. He knows how I hate doing this...
Well, you think, at least this is the last one. Hmmmm, name XXXXX...pretty name - if I recall my French, XXXXXX means to wrap around. I have a thing that I would like to her wrap, namely my cock which is now throbbing without even seeing her. Well, another 45 minutes and I'll be done...
I walk into the office where you are conducting the interview. I arrive wearing a power navy blue suit with a twist. The skirt is VERY short. You ask me to be seated. When I sit down, all you all seem to notice is a lot of leg showing. I ask you if you mind if I remove my jacket because it is a little warm in the office. You tell me no and that you will do the same. You watch me remove my jacket. I seem to be lingering as I remove it as if I'm teasing you. You dismiss the notion as fatigue. When you look up at me, you notice that my breasts are hard and firm and my nipples are poking through the sheer material of my blouse. You can't help but stare at them...
Although you are asking me a number of questions, your mind is not registering the answers. All you can think about is ripping my blouse open and sucking my nipples. You begin to ask me about my qualifications for position. I give you a list a mile long with examples to support them. You nod politely. You think, oh hell, the boss is going to give her the job anyway based on her job qualifications. I see if she’s as hot as she looks...
You tell me that you have all the information that you need to make a recommendation. You then ask me if I would like to join you for a drink. I notice a gleam in your eye that I just can't resist and tell you yes. We then leave to go to a little bar across the street...
As we sit down in the booth, you tell me that you have a few more questions that you would like to ask me. I nod and you proceed. You ask me if I possess any other qualifications that I haven't previously mentioned. You have a big grin on your face and wink at me when you ask this question. I lean toward you and place your hand on my breast and wink back. My move catches you off-guard. I then proceed to tell you that I am an expert at sucking cocks and I'm a great fuck. This answer really catches you off-guard. I then proceed to ask you if you need any references to verify my skills or would you prefer to experience them first hand. You sit across the table from me unable to respond, feeling like you just won the lottery. I tell you that I will give you a live demonstration back at the office. You quick pay the bill and we leave.
Once back in the office, you take the seat behind the desk. I slowly remove my suit. Within minutes, I am standing in front of you dressed in a low cut bra, high cut panties, thigh high hose and heels. I walk around the desk and drop to my knees. As you stand up, I undo your pants and pull them down around your ankles. I slowly pull down your underwear to expose your hard cock. I exclaim, MMMMMmmm, NICE, as I take the tip between my lips. I apply pressure with my lips and flick your slit with my tongue. You moan as I greedily suck the tip. I taste your warm precum as it oozes from your slit. I back my mouth off and rub the tip on my lips covering them with your juices. I look up at you as I lick your precum off my lips...
I open my mouth and take your cock all the way in. You thrust yourself deep down in my throat. I gag a little but keep fucking my mouth with your cock. You think to yourself, Boy, she wasn't kidding when she said that she's an expert at sucking cocks. Boy, I wonder if her pussy is as good??? You grab my hair and pull me up to your mouth. You kiss me and push me on to the desk. You grab my ankles and spread me wide apart. You stop and look at me admiring the view. You then push your cock up into my pussy. You are amazed at how wet I am. As you enter my pussy, you place your hands on my breasts to balance yourself (that's what you tell me anyway). As you begin fucking my pussy with your hard dick, you begin pinching my nipples. I moan for you to fuck me hard driving your big cock deep inside my hot cunt. I thrust my hips forward taking your cock in to the point that your balls are slapping against my ass. When I beg for you to shoot your hot cum into my wanting pussy, your paces slow. You look down at me and then thrust your cock hard into me three times. I moan loudly as fill me with your cum...
After a short recovery, I tell you that I must leave. I put my clothes back on and thank you for taking the time to discuss ALL aspects of the position with me. I then leave the office...
You sit in your chair for a few minutes flabbergasted. You begin to write up your applicant recommendations. When you get to mine, you write, XXXXXX is expertly qualified in many areas. She has effective oral skills. Her performance substantiates that she is willing to go the extra mile to get the job done. You laugh as you think about your boss reading this
information...
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I had a rough day...
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Posted:Apr 5, 2007 8:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2007 5:59 pm
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UPDATE: Thanks Everyone for your concern and kind words I am still a bit sore, but have been evaluated and all seems in order. The adjuster is suppose to be out tomorrow to evaluate the damage, so I will wait and see.
Take care and Happy Easter!
AKA{=}
On my way home from work tonight, my vehicle was struck broadside. I'm happy to say that the drivers (one of which was me) were not seriously injured. I was just beginning to make a turn (so I was going maybe 10 mph). She on the other hand was driving approximately 50-60 mph. My shoulders, back, arms, and knee (the one that hit the dashboard) are a bit achy.
My auto didn't fair as well Granted it can be fixed/replaced, it's a pain.
Don't sweat the small stuff...don't sweat the small stuff...don't sweat the small stuff - yes this is small stuff in the overall scheme of things.
Take care...
AKA{=}
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Cool Change...Little River Band
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Posted:Apr 1, 2007 8:59 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2008 11:09 am
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I was listening to the radio tonight and the lyrics to this song really caught my attention. I'm missing the ocean and need to go "home." I am missing someone and am hoping his employer lets him come home soon
Thanks Little River Band
AKA{=}
Cool Change (Little River Band)
If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon, like a lover
CHORUS:
Time for a cool change
I know that it's time for a cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it's time for a cool change
Well I was born in the sign of water
And it's there that I feel my best
The albatross and the whales they are my brothers
There's lots of those friendly people
And they're showing me ways to go
And I never want to lose their inspiration
CHORUS
I've never been romantic
And sometimes I don't care
I know it may sound selfish
But let me breathe the air
Let me breathe the air...
Well I was born in the sign of water
And it's there that I feel my best
The albatross and the whales they are my brothers
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon, like a lover
CHORUS
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What NOT To Send An Email For...
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Posted:Mar 31, 2007 9:56 am
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2007 9:44 pm
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It's been a long week for me, so I may be a bit irritable...lol It is members like this that I annoy me. For whatever reason, I feel compelled to set them straight. This is my second and final blog on the subject. In the future, I will report them to FriendFinder-x (which won't do any good since they are not breaking any rules) and then block them.
Sigh..........I will go think about something peaceful
AKA {=}
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Sender: mariner47167
To: akawarmwetone
Date: Mar 31, 2007 8:18 am PST
I read your profile and decided I did not have a chance nor wanted one. For all your requirements posted for a man, the comments by the men you have been with, what can a person think? I think you should have just written "let's fuck".
oh, almost forgot, bluesman with the fake dick and balls, what's that about?
Mariner,
"Thanks" for your comments. You overlook the fact that this is an adult site for both men AND women. Do you impose a double standard for the women here?
First off, I do not have requirements. FriendFinder-x asks a series of questions to solicit information from members as to what they are looking for and who they are.
Second, of the gentlemen who have left a testimonial, I have only met one (he is on his second screen name). He and I have been friends for 3 years. The other individuals state that they have not met me. Perhaps paying attention to detail is in order.
Which leads to the third item, my profile. If you actually read it, I list what is important to me. I was in a sexless marriage and do not wish to go there again. I talk about what I desire in a man and also describe myself. You seem to have preconceived notions and you are reading them into my writing.
In regard to the gentleman with the fake penis, if his profile was still active you would see in reading his profile that he had a great sense of humor. Obviously, humor isn't one of your strong points.
As you freely chose to email me, I will let you know that your writing will be in one of my blogs.
I wish you the best in your endeavors...
AKA
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Spring Fever:)
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Posted:Mar 21, 2007 9:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2007 8:10 pm
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Every now and then, I get in a mood where I just want to hop the next plane to St. Maarten and not return. Last time was Christmas. This time I'll attribute it to Spring Fever...lol.
Hmmm...If I go pack my bags now (bathing suit, shorts, and tops) and grab my passport, I can be on a 6:00 a.m. flight and be there by 1:00 p.m.
Anyone up for an adventure (see below)
AKA {=}
A DAY ON THE BEACH IN ST. MAARTEN
We decided the night before that we would just “be lazy” the next day and enjoy a total day at the beach. Although we woke up at 7:30 a.m., we don’t get out of bed until almost 10 a.m.
I tell you that I’m going to do a bit of stretching and head for the balcony. As I step out, I feel the warmth of the Caribbean sun on my nude body. Mmmmmmmm, this is the way I think I should always be ‒ naked and exposed. I extend my arm over my head reaching for the sky ‒ right, left, right, left. I am lost in the beauty of the moment. Without warning, I feel your hands slide around my waist and, with one swift move, move up to my breasts. You grab them in your hands, cupping them tightly. As you know since I adore being groped and you love to grope. I moan with pleasure. I continue to stretch as you squeeze, pinch and tease my nipples and breasts. As I stretch to the sound of the waves, I spread my legs apart and soon feel your hard cock pressing against my back entrance.
Not knowing your specific pleasure, I coyly ask, "how do you want me?" You instruct me to lay on my back on the outdoor recliner and then you push my legs open. You look down to see my wet slit and spread my lips apart to expose my swollen clit. You move forward and begin to “spank” my clit with your cock. You watch me ‒ my back arching and my body raising up to take a more direct hit from your stiffening member. Within seconds you have hit the spot and my juices squirt out of my cunt and cover your cock. You rub your cock over my pussy and tell me what a good cum slut I am. You take my hand and place it on your cock along with your hand and together we work your cock and balls. You know the effect that stroking your cock into hardness has on me and you use it to enjoy the moment. Your cock grows and swells. I lick my lips hoping that you’ll let me taste. As the moment arrives, you push my hand away and shoot your load all over my cunt and stomach. As your steamy seed hit my clit, I quiver and shake. When your cock is emptied, you move forward presenting your softening member for me to lick clean. I purr like a content kitten and lap and suck you clean. You wipe cum from my stomach and feed me your fingers knowing that I’ll lick them clean.
As we recover, you suggest that I take a quick shower to cool down while you pack a few things in a cooler. I notice a gleam in your eye and wonder what you are up to...
I turn the water on a cool temperature and step in. I lather up using a sponge and enjoy the mango-coconut soap. A few minutes later I step out and go to find my swim suit. I see the bottom piece, but the top is no where to be found. I look up and see you grinning at me. I laugh and remind you that the resort prefers that female visitors don’t go topless until they get to the beach. You toss me a sheer tank top and we walk out the door.
We head down to the beach and find some chairs to rent. After we decide on a spot and you pay for them, I start to sit down. You ask me if I forgot something grabbing at my nipple through the sheer top. I laugh and can tell by the look in your eyes that it is in my best interest to remove the top NOW. I lift it off over my head and toss it to you. You pack it away for safe keeping.
I lay the chair flat and sit down. You have a big grin on your face because even in the intense Caribbean heat, my nipples are hard. You sit down beside me and rub sunscreen over my back. I reach for the tube so I can put some on my breasts and you grab my arm and tell me that you will take care of that. I lay down flat on the chair ‒ my arms extended overhead and my knees bent and my legs spread open. You take your time as you apply the sunscreen. You apply it paying extra attention to the sensitive areas. You sit back in your chair watching (and enjoying) the feeling of others ogling my tits wishing that they were the one who were rubbing sun screen on them. You are also enjoying the feeling that although I’m a bit bashful that I’m enjoying the sensation of exposing myself to a beach of strangers.
I hear you rustling through the cooler but don’t look up. Suddenly, I shiver as I feel a cool mist of ice cold water strike my chest. I look up to see you laughing at your antics. My nipples are protruding! You take a piece of ice and press it against my lips. The cold water feels so good. I lick the ice cube and your fingers in appreciation. You proceed to slide the ice cube down my chin…down my curve of my curve of my neck…down between my breasts. You pause. Then you continue to sliding it over each nipple. I look at you with lust in my eyes. You toss the ice cube, take my hand and let me to the water.
Although the water is warm, the sensation of it against my hot body causes me to shiver. You tote me along to get me into deeper water. You pull me towards you and I wrap my arms around your neck and my legs around your waist. I press my tits into your chest to let you feel the effect that you have on me. I slide my hand down into your swim trunks and wrap it around your cock. Then, I stroke it with the palm of my hand. God, I want to fuck you! We play in the water for about 30 minutes. I keep suggesting that we do back to the condo. You, however, have another idea.
You take me hand and suggest we take a walk down to a less populated part of the beach. I grab your hand tightly knowing that I will be taking the walk with my breasts out for all to see.
As we go along, we pause here and there and chat with a few folks. You know it’s driving me crazy to be shown off in such a manner and you love it. We finally get an area with only a few sunbathers around. We walk off a bit and begin to kiss wildly tearing at each others swimsuits. Quickly, I’m on my knees. You mount me from behind with your cock entering me with one hard stroke. You grab my breasts and begin to bang me. I moan for you to give it to me good and hard because I’m feeling like a bitch in heat. As you thrust forward, I thrust back so enjoying the full force of your cock. You tell me to beg for you to cum. At that moment, the whole Caribbean experience comes together ‒ the sounds, the smells, the heat ‒ and I beg for you allow me feel you blast your load into my wanting pussy…to use my cunt as a pleasure center. You pull your cock out of my pussy and shove it into my ass. The sudden jolt causes me to squirt, my juices running down my thighs. I beg for you to use me for as your own personal cum dump…to fill my ass with your semen. We fuck wildly…my moans turning into pleas begging to fill me. You slow down your pace a bit and with one forceful thrust, you scream NOW! Our bodies spasm and shake as you shoot your load into my tight ass. You collapse on top of me and we remain in that position for a few minutes. As we get up, we see a couple of men staring at us from about 20 feet away. When they realize that we are done, they approach us. We start chatting with them. They tell us that they enjoyed our show and asked you if you might want a cock or two to fill an open hole. You get a gleam in your eye
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If you could be granted just one wish, what would it be?
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Posted:Mar 13, 2007 10:02 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2008 5:55 pm
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Just be careful what you wish for because you just might get it
If I could grant all mankind just one wish, I wonder what it would be. "Okay, Gentlemen, you must all get together and decide on just one thing."
I'm thinking it would be fun to be able to do and even more fun watching how the decision is made I enjoy watching how things work
I'm open to suggestions
Have an awesome day,
AKA {=}
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