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What Women Want From Men Having seen the recent (and EVERY) Mel Gibson movie, about what a woman wants, I’m no closer to knowing what women really want than he was and I am one. I, however, will admit, that what I want varies some, and I wouldn’t mind sharing it if I could figure it out. And I think perhaps the reason we’re so hard to understand is we even hide knowing what we want from ourselves. We call that changing our minds, it’s just semantics though, for I forget or, I’m not sure I know, or what I want today may, in fact, be different tomorrow. I think its sort of one of those, if NO one knows the secret, it can’t get out things, so we don’t even tell ourselves. You know it’s kind of a good thing we’re cute at times, isn’t it? Searching through the twisted halls of the Inner Sanctums of Feminine Logic, even when one speaks the language, isn’t easy. We want LOTS of things, and we keep losing the dang list! We want to be blonde, no brunette, no maybe a redhead or wait can you just put some highlights in for me? We want to be smarter, no dumber, well, maybe only sort of smart. We want to be taller, or shorter, or maybe, more medium and we ALL want our butts to look smaller, except the one woman who reads this and says, I don’t! Not me, my butt is fine the way it is, she’s wrong! So okay then, the rest of us want our butts to look smaller and you just don’t care what yours looks like! Read more >> | |||
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The Hot Date How hot can a girl get...too hot? *** I set my friend up, Because he said he could get any girl he wanted at any time. So the next time we were to go out looking for some ladies, I got him. We went to a new Mexican place and were looking for the honeys, It was packed with them. So the fun began. Read more >> | |||
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About Sexual Attraction Why does a man seek the company of a woman? Because of vernalagnia as now when her agnuopiac belgard stimulates his brachycraspedoniac altocalciphilia, when her dishabilloerigesis arouses his bemascopia and ximelolagnia. (Hahaha! For the word meanings you may consult There's A Word For It! by Charles Elster. In the library or book store for $22 is this invaluable vademecum for choice, apt, uncommonly good, useful words.) Why else is a man attracted to a woman? Because of her callimazonian colpocoquette mazotropism enticing a man's callicolpian schizoscopia and his geneclexis when perceiving her coxinutant quatopygia. then he could be compelled to cingulomania when she is an active arctophilist, appreciating her callibombe callimammapygian, arcurate, obcordate quatopygia in her chorotripsic cordax. Albeit she may be timotrudiac and typhlobasiac or even acedolagniac, she sings glorious laryngeal sounds, no catabank busker she, which arouse his melolagnia and cheiloproclitia to their mutually consequential philemalagnia and deep-throated catlaglottism. Her rubiginous tresses also excite his dormant tricoerethism. Read more >> | |||
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My Young Man An older lady. My daughter insisted I get a computer. My faithful ink and paper out of date. She was right. It was nice getting her emails. She lives in Canada, I, in Birmingham, England. The speed of electronic messaging surprising. I was fearful I'd not be able to master the keyboard. Many were the hours spent flustering, mis-typing, using spell check but eventually I became reasonably adept. We send messages back and forth now sometimes daily. She seems not so far away. Read more >> | |||
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The Meeting I never thought his day would come! I have only been talking to you for a few weeks, but it feels like I have known you my whole life. We are soul mates and fate has brought us together. Every time I see your name appear online, my heart begins to race and my palm get sweaty with excitement and the eagerness to talk to you becomes stronger. I have your pictures you sent me that I look at every day but now for the first time, I get to see you in person. I am very nervous but excited at the same time. As I sit here, by the fountains I look around and finally see you walking toward me as butterflies begin to form in my stomach. You look fabulous in the moonlight wearing your red shirt and gray shorts (the same ones in the picture I have) and my lust for you begin to take hold. With a soft smile upon your face, you approach me and there is an awkward silence. Finally at last, I give in to temptation. I wrap my arms around your muscular hard body, closing my eyes as happy tears begin to form. You embrace me holding me tight as I wrap myself in your warmth and a tear falls upon my cheek. Everything feels so right. Like, we are meant for each other and nothing or no one will ever tear us apart More tears fall upon my cheeks as I pull back and look in to your hazel eyes. Your look sends shivers down my spine, and it warms my body and soul in spite of the cold wind blowing around us. The first words are spoken, your voice soft and sexy. "Hi," you say as you reach up and wipe my tears away with a gentle, feathery light touch of your fingers. Just that one simple touch makes my body react leave me yearning for another touch. Read more >> | |||
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An Old Love Story After having my morning coffee, I turned on the computer to see if I had any e-mail from my daughter. "You've got mail" chirped at me. A click brought up on screen a message no one expects. It was a brief note from a guy that I had dated while in High School, forty-three years ago. We were going steady when he left to serve in the Navy. I sent him a "dear John" letter six weeks later. During the next year, we dated when he had leave. My dad took us from Vermont to Michigan to live. I did not bother to send this guy my new address, so he lost track of me. I went to College and married after I graduated. He was six feet five, and weight one hundred and ninety pounds when I knew him. He had the walk of a gifted athlete, which he was. He had friends in every click in school. With an IQ of 142, he was quick, had a good sense of humor, and was a gentleman at all times. He did not drink, smoke, or speed. Some of his favorite sayings were: "The world is full of 90 yard men", "Say what you mean and mean what you say", "A promise made is a debt unpaid." I stood five feet one inch and weight one hundred and five pounds. Read more >> | |||
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A Date To Remember As I drive over to your home for our date tonight...I smile as I pull into your drive. I step out and approach your door, wondering what you might be wearing on our date...I knock and you quickly answer and my eyes grow larger as I gaze upon you in Your tight jeans and tight button down blouse...looking stunning...I move forwards and hand you some flowers and softly kiss your cheek...We hug for a moment and you go find a vase for your flowers...I watch your ass as you swagger away towards the kitchen in front of me. I want you right now! You surprise me with a candlelit dinner already prepared instead of us going out! You ask if I mind and I say, "hell no, it ALL looks good"...meaning mostly you for sure! I move towards you and kiss you...pulling your body closer to me...you kiss passionately back and our tongues twist in each other's mouth and you taste so good! I feel my blood rush towards my cock already...and your breasts feel very nice against my chest.... With all the hard work and energy I put into making this dinner so that we could stay in tonight, I just hoped you enjoy it. From the way you are looking at me, I know you like what you see...landing in your arms with them wrapped around me in this embrace feels so good, as your tongue slides into my mouth, I begin to feel my head get a little bit dizzy, maybe lightheaded. I run my hands down your back and just lean into you. Knowing full well that my ample bosom is straining against this tight shirt...knowing the nipples can be felt against your chest. I look up at you and smile...then I let you know I need a hand in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine, so I grab your hand and pull u with me into the kitchen. Your hand swats at my ass...and I turn to look at you and raise the ol' eyebrow and then giggle...there is work to be done. Read more >> | |||
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Better Than Sex? The last shot of my hot cum had barely finished hosing the insides of her trembling cunt. I was still frozen in an arched position, fully impaled in her, still half out of my mind from the explosion. "Baby, hand me my cigarettes, hmmm?" What did she say? Her what? "Oh, that's okay... I can reach them." She grabbed an unfiltered Camel and her Bic lighter, put flame to the tobacco, and took a deep, deep drag. "God, that's better than sex!" she exclaimed, letting a little smoke out and sucking it back in again. Read more >> | |||
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The Date I'd picked her up for our date after work, and as she sat there in the car next to me, I could barely keep my eyes on the road. Her hair fell in careless waves across her face and her makeup was subdued. She wasn't a small woman, but generous dimensions were always my preference anyway. She wore an outfit that was (intentionally?) maybe a half-size too tight; her legs extended invitingly from its narrow hem and her lovely tits strained against its front. I could barely contain my enthusiasm at the prospect of making love to her. Her willing physicality amazed me, and I ended up spending the date happily under the control of her touch. We held hands through much of the movie, though she would increasingly allow her hand to rove about my body. Sometimes she would lightly massage my inner thigh. At others, she would caress the side of my neck. Maybe she would trace along my ribs, or lightly tug at my belt. I reached for her countless times, but she would always whisper "Later, I promise." My attention was riveted on her touch. Once, near the end of the film, she slowly raked her nail along the hardness of my groin. She felt the eagerness of my cock, and she smiled. I shivered. Read more >> | |||
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Amateur Photography It was nearly 2 p.m. when the doorbell rang. Mike sat on the couch and did not move. The mix of excitement and nervousness was almost too much to bear. Two weeks previously, he has placed an advert in a local paper looking for "Special Amateur Models - glamour - all ages welcome!". He didn't think he would get any response and was surprised when he received a call from a female called Jane. She had done some modeling years ago and called to find out more information. Mike had no photographic experience to speak of. He had a basic camera with flash, a keen eye for detail and a few rolls of camera tape. That was it. No studio, no elaborate lighting. He had just always fancied himself as a photographer and thought it could be a way to make money. The story he told Jane was slightly different. Mike informed her that he had spent years studying photography at college and that he had many years experience with amateur models. Although he told he that he had never had anything published, he did say he was in contact with a lot of worldwide publications who he regularly sent photos to. He also said that he was interested in a different type of model. Someone with something a bit unusual. Maybe a particular fetish or turn on, mature people, or those into sexual experimentation. The last bit was the only true part! Jane said she would call round and see what he was all about and maybe let herself be photographed. Read more >> | |||
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