Story.. When Good Girls Go Bad...
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Posted:Oct 12, 2007 5:24 pm
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When Good Girls Go Bad
'I want to get laid.' Alexandria Thomas had confided in her best friend, Jill. Alex and Jill were as different as night and day, and yet, they totally bonded the first day of school last year, when they were seated next to one another. Alex, who forever had her head buried in a book, had gotten a free ride into Cornell. She always wore a cardigan, her long blonde hair pulled pack into a braid. Jill was everything that Alex wasn�t: a flirty, outgoing girl. Alex had never had a boyfriend before, she always too busy studying to date. Jill was linked to a new guy every week; she said she wanted to taste everyone once before she dies.
'What?' Jill had replied, completely shocked.
'That�s right! I want to have sex. I am sick of being Mary fucking sunshine twenty four seven! I want some ass, and maybe I�ll smoke a little pot while I�m at it.'
'Jesus, where did this come from?' Jill asked, a smile dancing on her lips.
'I just want to, okay? Studying is a blast, but I got into collage, so I think I can finally relax and get fucked.' Alex took a deep breath, looking down at her Mary Jane�s for a moment. 'Do you think you could hook me up with someone?'
'Yeah, sure! Oh my God, this is going to be so much fun!' Jill had scurried off down the dormitory hallway, back to her room to make the arrangements. She called Alex up the following day, telling her she had found someone, and that Jill and her date would meet Alex at Antonio�s Pizzeria Saturday night, along with Alex�s �date.�
Alex arrived at Antonio�s at seven o�clock that Saturday night, with butterflies in her stomach. She tried to brush it off as she stepped inside the familiar pizzeria; it�s the closet one to campus and is always filled with students. She looked around and instantly spotted Jill sitting on a guy�s lap, in an itty-bitty tee shirt, as the guy slid his hands up and down her leg. The other guy seated with them seemed to be turned on by this, his eyes locked on them.
'Alex. Hey.' Jill greeted her friend in that sexy little voice of hers that she uses whenever she is around a guy. 'Alex, this is Ryan,' she said, slapping the leg of the guy she sat on. Ryan gave her a slight nod. 'And this, is Mike.' Mike had a full head of chocolate brown hair that fell just above his sky-blue eyes. 'Guys, this is Alex.' Alex smiled at the sound of her name, and slid into the booth besides Mike. The dinner went all right, consisting mostly of Jill and Ryan�s sex talk while Alex and Mike just sat there. Then, all of a sudden, Jill stood up and grabbed her coat.
'Where are you going?' Alex asked, a hint of panic in her voice.
'I�m leaving. You three don�t need me here.'
'Are you just going to leave your date?'
'Oh, he�s not my date, Alex, he�s yours.'
'I thought Mike was my date.'
'They both are,' Jill smiled. 'I was just playing with Ryan�s package, hope you don�t mind. They�re both yours, enjoy.' She gave a devilish little laugh, tossed her curls, and left.
'So,' Alex said nervously. Mike leaned towards her, and suddenly Alex felt something creep into her mouth, his tongue. At age nineteen, she had never been kissed before, unless you call the kiss her and her prom date, Allen Greene, had shared a kiss. As she closed her eyes, she felt a hand slid down the back of her pants, fumbling with her red G-string that Jill had bought for her. When Mike moved away, she noticed his hands were neatly displayed in his lap and that Ryan had moved his seat. She jerked forward as she felt Ryan run his finger along her ass crack.
'Want to get out of here?' Mike asked. 'My apartment is just a few minutes away.' Ryan mumbled a yes and Alex just grunted. Ryan threw some money on the table and they sprung out of the restaurant.
Mike unlocked his black truck and they climbed in. Ryan slid into the backseat and pulled Alex onto his lap, prying open her legs, putting one on each side of him so that they faced each other. Alex, feeling naughty, pushed her hand down his jeans, underneath his boxers, and began to slide her hand down his cock, massaging it as she went along. Ryan groaned in approval. He bent forward and kissed her, and again Alex felt a tongue slide around in her mouth. This went on for what seemed like seconds when Mike yelled out that they were here.
The moment the threesome got inside Mike�s apartment, they ran to the bedroom, following Mike�s lead. As soon as they entered, Mike picked up Alex and threw her on the bed, and began to unbutton her jeans. Ryan disappeared for a few minutes, but neither seemed to notice.
'Do it with your teeth!' Alex yelled. Mike succumbed and bent his head down, wrapping his mouth around the zipper, and slid it down with his teeth. When her fly was open, he pulled down her jeans, leaving her legs exposed except for her white socks and red G-string. Mike slid down to her feet and began to kiss up her legs until he got to her panties. With his pinkies curved, he dragged down her wet G-string, and tossed it up in the air. At this time, Ryan had reappeared with something in his hand, which he put on the counter. He tapped his friend, who was busy yanking off Alex�s tank top and then unhooking her bra with his teeth, something that seemed to turn her on.
Alex laid on the bed, completely nude except for her little white socks as Mike and Ryan, who had both shed their shirts, had a brief conference. When they were done, Ryan shook something in his hand and then sprayed whipped cream all over Alex�s sweaty body until he had covered her entirely. When he was done, the two guys sat down at the bed, Ryan at her ankles and Mike up at her neck.
Ryan began to lick her legs upward, Alex thanking God that she had remembered to shave that morning. He swirled around her knees, and then made his way to her way to her vagina. When he had successfully licked away all of the whipped cream on the lips of her cunt, he pulled them apart, pushing his head down further. Using his tongue as an ore, he paddled around in her Bermuda Triangle, as Alex screamed out in delighted, her right leg twitching. All of these feelings flooded her head. Part of her wanted to push him off, but the rest of her wanted to shove him down deeper, so that he could explore all parts of the neglected territory. He pushed on, and she cried out when he hit the magic spot.
'Holy shit! I gotta pee! I gotta pee!' Alex cried. 'Get off, I have to go the bathroom!' She yelled to them. Mike was busy licking the whipped cream off of her tits, which was in its self a wonderfully erotic feeling. Alex had never been touched like this before, and she loved it.
�Oh fuck!� Alex said to herself. Distracted by the warm feeling of Mike�s lips on her nipple, she forgot to hold it in and was positive that she had peed all over Ryan�s face. Instead, he picked his head up to look at he, with what looked like whipped cream on his face.
'Alex, you�ve got sweet cum.'
'What?' Alex asked confused. She thought that only guys could cum.
'See this white stuff on my face? That�s cum, baby.'
'Oh, shit,' was all she could say. She didn�t have to go to the bathroom after all; that burning sensation inside of her was just an attempt to cum. 'Now, I want to see the two of you cum. Mike, Ryan, go stand over there,' she pointed, directing them to stand in front of her. They did so obediently. 'Pull down your pants, but leave on your boxers.' They did this as well. 'Now, I want each of you to pull down the other�s boxers with your teeth.' They both looked at her in disbelief. 'You want head, don�t you?' Apparently they did, and Mike got down on his knees and pulled down Ryan�s red boxers, exposing Ryan�s large cock. It was the first one Alex had ever seen, except for the diagrams in Sex Ed. She was inching to put it in her mouth. Then Ryan got down on his knees and pulled down Mike�s gray boxers with his teeth. Just seeing their dicks hanging out filled Alex with the desire to piss.
They turned toward Alex, their delicious cocks hanging out, aching to be touched. Alex had a better idea in store. 'Now, Ryan, I want you to rub Mike�s as Mike rubs yours. Do it, and you�ll be rewarded.' They obeyed, and each placed a shaky hand on the other�s shaft stroking it. Alex tossed her blonde hair back, her legs upon, as she pushed her hips forward, touching herself. She had never seen something so exciting before; this was almost as good as the feeling of Ryan eating her out. Again, she felt the burning sensation in her pussy. When they pulled their hands away, they looked to Alex like two little in search of a pat on the back for a good deed.
Alex got down on her knees and crawled over to Mike and wrapped her lips around his cock, sliding it in further and further and then sucking it like a tootsie pop. With her free hand, she ran her soft fingers along Ryan�s until it felt hard, and then some. Then she switched, pulling her mouth away and moving it to Ryan�s cock. 'I�m gonna cum!' Mike shouted.
'What you, Ryan?' Alex asked.
'Almost.'
'Hold it in, Mike.' Alex licked the tip of Ryan�s cock until he too shouted out that he was going to cum. 'I want you both to cum on me, at the same time.' Alex moaned as they sprayed their cum all over her naked body, drowning her tits in it. When they finished, Alex went back to sucking Ryan�s cock, as Mike ate her out. It was hard to concentrate on Ryan because the feeling of Mike was so outrageous. When she felt the need to pee, she did not hold back, and let her sweet cum slide into Mike�s open mouth.
When everyone�s oral sex desires and needs were pretty much fulfilled, they moved onto the bed, as Mike directed. Mike lied down on the bed and Alex saddled on top of him, feeling his hot sweaty skin press into hers. As she gazed into Mike�s eyes, her mouth opened wide as she suddenly felt something shoot up her pussy: Mike�s cock. Her eyes bulged out as he began to ride her, slow at first and then faster and faster.
'Holy fuck!' Alex cried, rocking her hips to the beat. Then, Alex felt something penetrate her ass as Ryan sat behind her, sticking his shaft into her tight little ass. At first it hurt like a bitch, but she soon came to love it. The feeling of Mike fucking her from the front and Ryan from the back was an ecstasy above all others. They soon found a rhythm that seemed to please everyone.
They all lied next to one another, naked, panting, trying to catch their breath. Exhausted, they all climbed underneath the sheets, and feel asleep.
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Story.. The Box
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Posted:Oct 12, 2007 8:28 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 6:8 pm
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The Box
She glanced at the bed and saw the note he had left. It sat atop a clothing box wrapped in black shiny paper with a red leather rose taped to the top. Her hands began to sweat a bit and her heart sped up as her excitement became almost overwhelming.
She picked up the note and sat on the corner of the four poster bed and carefully unfolded it. She began to read it slowly and carefully, not wanting to miss any of the details he had included.
It read...
Pet,
Tonight is a special night for us and I want you to do as I tell you without thought or reservation. The trust we have built has all been toward this aim and this beginning for us.
Under this note you see a box wrapped in black. The red leather rose is a special gift for you. Smell its bouquet and sit and enjoy its beauty and aroma. I sprayed it with a mix of rare oils, biblical in their origin. Lie back on the bed and just hold it, feel its softness and also its strength. It reminds me so much of you: Your outer softness, and your inner strength, which has allowed you to submit to me totally.
The perfume is as I said a mix of rare oils. The aroma is pungent but sweet and very alluring. Again it reminds me of you. Your sharp and clever tongue and wit being the pungent over-coating that once penetrated is followed by a sweetness underneath that few can forget. Both parts of you mixed together giving you that alluring quality that I've never experienced before....
She lay back on the bed, putting the note beside her and held the rose in her hands. She touched the petals, felt their softness, pulled at the petals and realized their strength. She brought the rose to her nose and inhaled deeply, devouring the pungent fragrance and immediately she began to ache for his touch, her body responding along with her mind.
She closed her eyes and thought of him: The time they had spent together getting to know each other, the closeness they shared, the trust they had built. She opened her eyes and looked at the rose one last time, got out of the bed, lay the rose down and picked up the note again.
Now that you know why I treasure you so, I want you to open the box. Inside you will find the items I want you to wear tonight and also you will find the rest of the directions.
Before you open the box I want you to think though. Think of all that we have been through, how long we waited to find each other and I want you to think of what you have given me. How proud I am to own you and how I treasure every moment we spend together. I know I don't tell you this often but I Love You, Pet.
I want you to know how much your submission means to me. How much I know you had to overcome to give yourself to me completely and that is something I will treasure for the rest of my life.
Now go and open the box!!! I know you are dying to find out what lays ahead for you this beautiful night.
Your Master
She carefully refolded the note and held it loosely in her hand. She wanted to add it to all the little notes and cards he had given her. She kept them all as treasures in a small wooden box with a heart shaped lock.
She first looked at the box then slowly picked it up and shook it lightly. Not a sound, nothing. The black shiny paper that covered it was folded perfectly and she looked around for something to slit the tape with so it wouldn't tear. She spotted a letter opener on the desk and began to dissect it carefully: first one end of the paper, then the other. She cut the bottom of the wrapping and the black paper fell away from the box, almost as if it were on a spring. She picked it up, folded it carefully, and placed it under the note.
Her heart began to beat faster as she reached to lift the lid from the box. It was still a while before she would see him, but they both loved to begin an intense session hours before. He knew this box would begin it for her and she in a way knew that he was sitting in his office thinking about her at this moment opening the box, so for him it had begun as well.
Sitting on top of rose-colored tissue paper was a note card, this one with a yellow rose etched on its cover. Her hands trembled as she lifted the cover and began once more to read what he had written.
Hello again My Pet:
I know by now you are almost out of control wanting to reach inside this box and see what it holds, but not yet. I want you to do something for me first. I know you are smiling now and I know what you are thinking,
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The Egg
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Posted:Oct 10, 2007 9:36 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 6:8 pm
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THE EGG
The note was simple and explicit ... Be ready at 8:00 sharp, dressed in a short black leather skirt and vest, black nylons and my highest heels. I was to wear nothing else. I was excited. This was to be my first public outing with my Master. How I behaved would determine the course of the night and future nights. I was determined to make Him proud of His little sub.
I showered thoroughly... my hands moving over my body as I imagined how my Master's would. My nipples grew hard as I pinched them... turning a deep red and very erect. I lifted each full breast, washing beneath it with a soap I knew He would notice. It was called Night Queen and left a musky sultry scent on the skin. I took great care to shave between my legs... leaving the skin soft and smooth and revealing the tender folds that grew moist with the thought of things to come.
I couldn't resist slipping a couple of fingers inside and almost came with the sensation as I leaned against the wall of the shower, eyes closed, and let the hot water wash over me. I decided to wait, to hold everything for my Master... the pleasure of my orgasm to be His.
I was ready as ordered. His appraising look showed me He was pleased. On the way to the club He handed me a small egg shaped object. When I looked quizzically at Him, He told me to insert it inside me. I obeyed... opening my legs and pushing it so that it was completely inside me. I could feel the coolness of it and squeezed it with my muscles to get the feel of this strange thing. We were soon at the club and as I got out of the car, I tightened my muscles to keep the little egg inside me.
This club was to be a new experience for me. It was designed for subs and Doms and I had heard that it had a live show. My Master was greeted with respect and familiarity. He moved through the crowd with authority, nodding to other Doms along the way. We were soon seated at a table near the stage. Drinks were ordered and as I was about to take a sip of mine, my Master slipped his hand in his pocket.
Suddenly, I felt a strong vibration within me. It was coming from the egg. I almost dropped my drink but knew this would displease my Master. In his pocket was a remote control for the egg. Each time I raised my glass to my lips, the egg vibrated. It became almost a game... the sensation was so pleasurable that I found myself raising the glass to my lips more and more.
With each burst from the egg , I grew hotter. I could feel my clit swelling and tingling and my body coating the egg with moisture. My eyes never left His as I waited some signal from Him that an orgasm was allowed. My nipples beneath the vest were so hard that they rubbed against the leather with each breath. This only served to excite me more. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back.
As if in answer, the lights dimmed and the curtains opened. On stage was a woman, dressed in knotted leather around her breasts with straps that wrapped around her body and neck and extended between her legs. A strip of leather passed on each side of her clit and then met to pass between her cheeks. As she bent and moved to show off her outfit, I noticed a knot between her cheeks... right at the point of her little pucker.
Also on stage was a set of stocks... .similar to the ones used in public squares to punish people long ago. There was a place for both hands and the head and a top piece that when closed, held the person bent over and captive. The woman placed her hands and head in the stocks. From the side of the stage, another woman, dressed similarly, moved to close the top piece and fasten it. I noticed on a stool next to the stocks a whip made of many strips of leather.
The woman addressed the Doms of the audience... asking if there was anyone who would like to teach her the pleasures of the whip. From a nearby table, a Dom arose and proceeded to the stage. There he took the whip and started to flog the woman.
His strokes appeared a bit timid and although she was enjoying the beating, the audience could see that she just wasn't getting the full benefit. My Master rose and started for the stage. As He passed my chair, He leaned over, bit my neck and whispered in my ear... 'This is for you my pet'.
He took the whip from the other Dom who then retired to his table. At first He just teased the woman... sliding the handle of the whip down her back and then stroking it between her legs. He slid it between her cheeks and she let out a deep sigh. I could see her cheeks tighten on the leather knot, squeezing it and the handle as it slid by. The first stroke of the whip cut through the air and slapped her cheeks. I could see little reddened areas where the straps had hit.
With each stroke, the woman grew more excited... .and so did I. He did not hit her so hard as to raise welts, but it was apparent that she was enjoying the pleasure/pain sensations. My Master alternated where the strokes would land. Sometimes they were on her firm cheeks and other times between her legs. Her legs were quivering and her eyes were starting to glaze.
My eyes never left my Master. His artistry with the whip enthralled me. He had the woman screaming... begging Him not to stop. With a piercing scream she reached her orgasm. I could see it dripping down her legs and her head hung limply in the stocks. There was a burst of applause as my Master set down the whip and stepped from the stage.
Other subs looked with envy as He passed. One was so bold as to reach out and touch his groin as He passed. He caught her hand in an iron like grasp. I could see the surprise and pain in her eyes. He placed her hand in that of her Master's and with a voice filled with contempt, said to her.... 'Here is where your hand belongs as well as your loyalty.'
As He approached me He held out his hand and said, 'Come my pet... it's time to teach you a few things'. We proceeded to His house and on to a special room He had set up. It contained many toys that I had come to know and enjoy over the months. With a wave of His hand, He told me to pick something that would please me.
I chose simply... a leather strap. I carried it to Him and kneeling asked softly if He would bind my hands. This pleased Him and He turned me around, removed my dress and bound my hands behind me. Then moving to stand before me, He unfastened his pants.
His erection was huge and my lips ached to be wrapped around Him. With loving eyes, I looked up to Him and asked if I might taste Him. He stroked my cheek with his penis... and His fingers wound in my hair. My eyes closed and my mouth opened... awaiting my prize.
He gave me just the tip to tease me. I sucked greedily... loving the sweet saltiness of Him. As He withdrew, my lips tightened around Him... sucking so as not to lose my grasp of Him. I felt His grasp tighten in my hair and then Him plunge deep into my mouth. I could feel Him go deep down my throat and I relaxed to accept all of Him.
He was magnificent and I could feel His throbbing heartbeat on my tongue. When He withdrew, I lashed out with my tongue to lick His balls and sucked each one into my mouth, my nose buried in His hair. I pulled and sucked on them slightly, before letting them slip from my lips.
Removing the remainder of His clothes He came around behind me. His hand pushed me forward until my left cheek was on the floor... my hips presenting themselves to Him. I still held that little egg tight within me. I felt His fingers slip inside me to touch the egg and move it deeper within.
Coated with my wetness, He then slipped them into my tight little pucker... easing the tightness and preparing me for better things to come. A soft moan escaped my lips and I pushed back against His hand.
Bending, He reached inside His pants pocket that were lying nearby. He withdrew the remote control device. Knowing what was about to happen, my hips quivered on His fingers in anticipation. He removed His fingers and slid them against my clit again... coating them and then rubbing them between my cheeks. I felt His hard erection press against me... coated with His own juices and mixing with mine. I wanted Him inside me so badly.
I felt just the tip of Him slip inside me. It hurt as it spread me and yet it felt deliciously erotic. I begged Him softly... 'Please Master, give me more'. With a thrust, He buried himself deep inside me. I gasped at His enormity... spreading my legs to accept all of Him. He then grasped the leather binding my hands behind me and rode me like a wild while I bucked beneath him... matching Him stroke for stroke. He turned on the egg and left it on. The vibration sending shock waves through my entire body. I knew He could feel the vibration against Him too.
Through ragged breath He told me... 'You have pleased Me my little pet. You may come now'. 'Thank you Master' I managed to gasp as my orgasm overtook me. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body. I felt Him pumping deep inside me too... filling me with His hot liquid. I tightened my muscles to hold it all... not wanting to lose a drop.
Soon He withdrew and untied my hands. He held me and told me that I had pleasured Him this night with my devotion. I felt the collar slip around my neck and heard the click of the clasp. His bite on my neck told me there would be more to come.
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Sensuous Encounter
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Posted:Oct 10, 2007 8:25 am
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2007 8:25 am
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Sensuous Encounter
'It's your choice.' His voice hard, merciless. He wasn't a soft man, nor was he an easy man, I had known that all along. Social niceties didn't set well on his broad, muscular shoulders, nor in his often-violent life. He was a man who broke rules and remade them as he wished. He was the man who may well destroy me.
'I said I would,' I finally bit out, hearing my own anger, my embarrassment at the discussion. The thought of doing it was a hell of a lot different than actually having the time at hand.
I watched Rick as he sighed roughly, running ran his hand over his short dark hair. He cast me an intense, probing look. My cunt clenched as his eyes went over me, causing the butt plug anchored in my anus to pinch in a most erotic manner. It was my second week using the device that would prepare me for this day.
'Anger won't get you anywhere, Shanna,' he bit out. 'When we walk into Diego's estate, you have to be ready, prepared for what ever's coming. Anger will get us killed.'
'Isn't this a little extreme, Rick?' I glanced at the other man in the room. Joel sat relaxed on the couch watching me. I had known he would be there, but I hadn't really expected the others. Several of Rick's men were in large chairs, their gazes expectant, anticipatory. I knew exactly why there were there, and what they were expecting. I trembled at the prospect.
Rick's eyes were brooding, his expression dark, forbidding. I had volunteered for the wrong reasons, and even knowing that, I couldn't top the pulse of moisture that eased past the muscles of my pussy. I was getting hot, turned on, and couldn't do a damned thing about it.
I knew Rick, he was a legend in the Personal Security community. Both for his business acumen, his savage instincts, and his sexual tastes. I had been warned countless times what to expect if I drew his gaze. Now I had drawn it, and I wondered if I could take the pressure.
The assignment wouldn't be that hard. Two days at a rich guys estate playing by the pool while Rick did his thing. But the training before hand was not going to be easy. Diego Salvador was well known for his perversions, and his exotic tastes, and Rick knew his preferences. He wanted me prepared should the depraved bastard decide to turn on the heat. Hence the Joel, and the three other men. One to help, three to watch. I quivered, my breasts swelling, my nipples aching at the prospect.
I had come to Security Inc, specifically to draw this mans attention. Now what the hell was I supposed to do with it now that I had it? I watched him as his gaze went over my slender body. I was dressed as he had ordered, in a pale blue dress of soft linen, the skirt of which barely covered my thighs, the bodice cupping my breasts like loving hands. I wore black heels, and my long brown hair was left loose and long to hang below my shoulders.
I was tanned from head to toe, so the dress was flattering against my skin I knew. I looked better than normal, and felt as nervous as a virgin in the middle of an orgy.
Rick and Joel had been talking me through this for weeks now. Rick had even went so far to touch me often, supposedly to accustom me to his touch. I wasn't accustomed yet. Every time I felt his fingers against me I nearly orgasmed with the anticipation of more.
'Come here,' his voice lowered, losing the cold, hard edge. His gaze softened, his liquid brown eyes suddenly filled warmth. Warmth hell, he was looking at me like he was about to eat me up, and that suited me just fine.
My clit began a slow, aching pulse that threatened to destroy my control as I moved hesitantly around the desk. I watched as he pushed his chair back from the desk, his large body cushioned in it in a relaxed sprawl. Damn he was sexy. Dressed in a white silk dress shirt, and gray slacks, his muscled body appeared even harder, and more dangerous in the unassuming clothing.
I approached him warily. He was acting way too nice to make me comfortable. Rick was a lot of things, but really nice wasn't one of them. Definitely turning me on was one of them though. That look in his eye, the forceful expression on his face all had me creaming my very sexy, very expensive silk thongs.
He spread his legs as I neared him. My mouth went dry. I could see the bulge of his cock beneath the silk slacks, and it looked more than formidable. I swallowed tightly, wondering what he expected of me, so I was more than surprise when he stood up before me.
He towered over me, making me feel very feminine, very helpless. As a tough as nails female bodyguard, always being in control, being the tough one, sometimes bothered me. I wanted to know when I was with a man, that I was with one whose ass I couldn't kick. Nope, I checked out his hard body again. No way in hell could I kick his ass.
A small smile tipped his sensual, sexy lips. They were just the slightest bit full, lending the hard planes of his face a slight degree of softness. It was those lips that centered in most of fantasies about Rick. His lips, all over my body. I tightened my thighs as my cunt throbbed at that thought.
'Come here,' he said again, his arm raising, the backs of his fingers running down my bare arm in the softest caress. I shivered and barely managed to hold back my moan.
I moved those last inches, feeling his hands clasp my hips as my breasts brushed his chest. I wanted to whimper in longing. The blood was thundering through my veins now, my pussy so wet and hot, I knew it was frothing with its greedy demand.
I was fighting for breath, staring up at him I knew with dazed fascination. I couldn't help it. He had no idea how much I had wanted him over the months. In all my life there had never been another man that I ached for this desperately. Even the knowledge of his lifestyle, his sexual tastes wasn't enough to turn me off. They were only making me hotter.
When his head lowered and his lips brushed mine, the moan I had fought to hold back slipped free. My hands settled nervously on his arms, clenching with my fight to control the greedy hungers tearing through me. God, I couldn't let him know how much I desired, ached for him. Couldn't let him know my secret shame, my secret needs to share with him the lifestyle that was so much a part of him.
'Easy,' he whispered at my lips, his voice so soft, so gentle I knew that only I had heard.
I felt his hands smooth around to my back, pulling me to him until my breasts flattened against his chest. His hot, hard chest. My breath caught in my throat as my nipples caught fire at the contact, even between two layers of clothing.
Then his lips settled firmly over mine, his tongue, damp and insistent pressing against my trembling lips. Of course, I opened for it. Then next best thing to his cock in my mouth was his tongue.
My moan was throaty, shocking me with the lust that carried in the sound of it as his tongue twined with mine, his lips moving over mine with carnal intent as his hands wrapped around my back, pulling me hard and tight against his body.
My lips opened to him, I could do nothing else. His tongue was a sensual marauder, destroying any shame, any will to back up or back away. My arms wrapped around his neck instead as his hands caressed my back, my shoulders as his lips slanted over mine, a hungry growl coming from his chest as one hand moved between our bodies to cup my swollen breast.
My cunt clenched, my womb spasming as his fingers tightened on my nipple. Oh God, it was so good. So good I wanted to scream out in my need for him. I forgot about the other eyes that watched us, forgot about what I knew was to come. Hell, I even forgot about the butt plug that had tormented me for hours.
All I knew, all I could think of was Rick's kiss and Rick's touch. A kiss that was sapping my strength yet causing my desire for this man to flame out of control through my body. My pussy wept with lust. Slick heated moisture surged through it, dampening my bare cunt lips and causing my vagina to ache in emptiness.
I held onto him for dear lift, my tongue dueling with his, my moans echoing around us until I felt hands at the back of my dress. Wait. I knew where Rick's hands were. One massaged a swollen breast, as his fingers tweaked the firm point of my nipple. The other had moved to the outer curves of one thigh and was smoothing with a maddening pace beneath the skirt of my dress.
So whose hands were slowly working the zipper down the back of my dress. I froze, suddenly realizing once again why I was here.
'It's okay, baby.' Rick's dark voice had me gasping in pleasure at the carnal need I heard within it.
His lips trailed from mine, moving to my neck where his lips and tongue stroked over the skin there, inflaming my senses. My nerves were on overload. I was sinking into such a morass of feeling that I knew I would drown in my own lusts soon.
'You're beautiful.' His voice washed over me again as his teeth nipped at the delicate shell of my year. 'So small, and so beautiful, you terrify me.'
Was that really Rick? I wanted to open my eyes to be certain, but gentle hands were now working the slender straps of my dress over my shoulders, and I was terrified if I opened them then I would see more than my fragile senses could handle. I was certain it wouldn't be politically correct to prematurely orgasm without so much as a touch to my burning pussy.
'Rick,' I whispered his name nervously as I felt Joel's hands running along my arms lifting one from Rick's shoulder and bending it to the back of my head.
Yes, I knew it was Joel. Had known all along that it would be, but I still wasn't ready to see. I had fantasized about this, waited on it in anticipation, but now that the time was here, I was shockingly frightened. What if I did something wrong? What if I didn't like it? Couldn't please him? What if….
'Oh God!' My eyes flew open as I felt hot eager lips cover my breasts. Yes, both breasts, not just one, but both.
As my eyes flew open, I was shocked to see two dark heads lowered to me, hungry lips ravishing the tender buds of my nipples, stroking tongues laving away the burn of tender nips and pulls.
The shocking pleasure drew me to my tiptoes as I arched against the arms at my back, pushing my eager cunt against Rick's thigh as I felt the moisture there pulse and flow in reaction to the carnality of the experience.
One of Rick's hands moved to the cheek of my butt, his fingers clenching into the bare flesh there as I felt Joel lowering himself before me. I shuddered and cried out in rapture as Rick supported my weakened body while his lips worked at my burning nipple. I was grinding my pussy against his hard, silk covered thigh and protested with a wrenching cry when he moved back from me. But my disappointment didn't last long. Within seconds the thongs were ripped from my body and Rick was moving back from my flushed breast, shifting me in his hold until he had pressed me back against the desk.
The room spun around me as I was laid back on the highly polished wood. Joel wasted no time with me, his lips arrowed in on my soaked pussy within seconds as Rick moved to the side of the desk to lean over and kiss me with searing passion.
His tongue plunged into my mouth as Joel's plunged in my cunt. I screamed, arched, my body racked with sensations that threatened to consume me. My pussy was a willing sacrifice to the explorations of the willing lips charting its tender territory. My lips, neck and breasts were seared with the flames of Rick's lustful, worshiping lips, tongue and hands. And there I was, stretched out on his desk, my head arched back, well aware of the others watching, and I didn't give a damn.
I wanted the pleasure to continue that was all that mattered to me. My feet braced on Joel's shoulders as his tongue licked and stroked my willing cunt as his fingers moved the plug in my ass by slow degrees. Oh mercy. Mercy. He was slowly accustoming my tender anus to the slow thrusting movements that would increase in size and depth.
'Rick.' I held on tight to his shoulders now as I felt the plug back out of my stretched muscles, only to return again. Slow and easy, gentling my ass in a manner that would make it easier to invade later I knew.
'Easy, baby,' Rick whispered again as he lifted himself from me.
In front of my dazed eyes he began to undress. Joel was fucking my cunt furiously with his tongue now as Rick's cast his clothes aside before my avid gaze. The fire Joel was setting in my loins was blazing out of control. I was no longer prim and proper Shanna, I was a creature of lust, of desire. I was Rick's woman, for this moment and time, and I saw the satisfaction that crossed his face as Joel's mouth moved to suckle my straining clit and I cried out Rick's name, begging for ease.
His hand gripped his thrusting cock, his fingers massaging it as I watched with hungry eyes. His gaze flickered to Joel where he devoured my frothing pussy. The tapered length of the plug was being used to fuck my ass with slow, measured thrusts, and my body was more than willing to accommodate whatever he wanted to give it.
'Mine.' My eyes widened as he mouthed the words then. His gaze was frankly possessive, but filled with rioting lust as he glanced back at where Joel was making a meal of me.
I was going to come. I knew I was only seconds away, and Rick's look, his whispered words were nearly my undoing.
'Joel, not yet,' Rick cautioned them as my vision blurred and the rioting sensations began to build within my quaking pussy.
'No,' I cried out desperately then as Joel gave my trembling flesh a slow parting lick before moving away.
I was only distantly aware of him undressing. My gaze was on Rick. Always on Rick as he moved then between my parted thighs.
'Are you ready, baby?' He asked me gently. I saw lust and satisfaction and heated approval in his eyes.
His fingers ran through my slippery slit as those wicked eyes watched me with lustful intensity. Was I ready? I was a volcano waiting to explode. Did he want me to beg first?
He grimaced in pleasure at the pooling juices that ran from my body, smoothed his fingers around the entrance to my weeping vagina, then to the base of the butt plug that filled my ass. My hips arched as pleasure tore through my body. Rick eased the device slowly from me, watching my face, his eyes locked with mine as I nearly climaxed at the retreat. I had never been so hot, so desperate to be fucked.
His cock was thick and hard, standing out from his body, the purplish head flared and shaped for perfect penetration. I would have reach out to touch it, to draw him to me, but he chose that moment to pick me up into his arms and carry me to the wide couch across the room.
I trembled in his grasp, knowing what was coming, and wanting it with a desperation I could barely contain. I was shaking so hard with my own lusts, my own hungers that my teeth were nearly chattering.
'Scared?' He asked me softly as he put me on my feet by the couch.
I stared up at him, terrified that every emotion I felt for him was shining in my eyes. Like some dumb schoolgirl. He had no idea how long I had waited on this chance.
He frowned down at me, his fingers lifting to touch my cheek.
'Are you sure, Shanna?' He asked me then, and I sensed his misgivings, his concern that I no longer wanted this.
'I'm sure,' I gasped, distracted by the feel of his cock as pressed into my lower stomach. Oh it was hot. So hot and hard I wanted to scream out at him to take me now.
He smiled down at me. A slow, sexy smile that had the juices running down my legs.
'Come here.' He lay down on the couch, drawing me down with him until I was draped over his chest.
His cock was a fiery brand against the bare mound of my cunt as he drew me down to his chest. He was hard, and warm, and I swear I could just lay there for the rest of my natural life. I wiggled against the heavy erection that pressed between my thighs, dragging my swollen clit over it with hungry demand as a rough groan slid past his lips.
'Oh baby, you're more than ready,' he whispered roughly as I felt my juices running from my cunt. I knew they were soaking that thick shaft that pulsed against it.
'I've been ready,' I gasped out my own demand as my lips went to his chest. I had to touch him, taste him.
His head feel back on the couch as my tongue licked over his skin, loving those firm muscles the way I had always longed to. I licked and nipped, enjoying myself immensely as his hands roamed over my back, my hips. I could have continued for hours if I hadn't felt his hands grip my buttocks, parting them in invitation to the large male body coming in behind me.
I stilled, breathing hard, my nails biting into his shoulders now as I felt Joel's fingers, slick with lubricant as they circled my prepared anus.
'First time?' Rick finally asked me gently. Hell, why did he pick now to remind me? He could have asked this when he first suggested it.
'Rick,' I groaned his name, cried it really as I felt a hard male finger invade the tender muscles.
Joel prepared me slowly, teasingly me as Rick kept my buttocks spread, giving him easy access. I shuddered again, my hips now moving in desperate, pleading circles against the cock that lay beneath my clit. Joel applied the lubricant several times, until two large fingers were slipping and sliding easily in and out of my back entrance.
'Joel first,' he finally said with a growl as Joel moved in closer behind me. 'Relax Shanna. I promise we won't hurt you.'
At this point, I really didn't give a damn. I was so damned horny that I didn't want nice and easy. I wanted a rough, hard ride. I wanted to be taken, mastered. I wanted to be fucked until I screamed.
I whimpered instead. I felt the tapered head of Joel's cock nudge at my anal opening.
'Take a deep breath, baby,' he told me softly.
I did as he ordered, and before I could finish I felt the broad head of Joel's cock begin stretching ass. I bit my lip, fighting to hold back my desperate moans. The pinching flare of heat was nearly more than I could stand, and it wasn't stopping. He slid in with slow, rocking increments that finally had me arching in Rick's arms and pressing back against the hot invasion.
I was on fire. Lightening flared through my anus, burned me, sent pleasure streaking through my body is such hard, desperate waves that I felt reality receding as my ass was slowly filled with the long, thick width of Joel's cock.
It was shocking. The pleasure was like a demon inside my body now, clawing at my pussy, clenching on Joel's cock and relishing his hard male growl. I moved timidly, rocking against the spike hard invader and crying out at the near rapture that overtook me.
'Oh baby, yeah,' Rick's voice washed over me in waves of approval. 'I knew you would like that, Shanna. Enjoy it baby.'
'You,' I gasped out as my hips raised to take more of the burrowing cock that filled that virgin hole. But I needed more. I needed it all. 'I need you Rick. Please.' No, I was not above begging at all.
'And you'll get me,' he promised heatedly. 'Just a minute baby. Get used to Joel's cock. Feel how tight and sweet you are back there. I know you are baby. And I promise, I'll find out just how tight and sweet myself soon.'
One hand gripped my hip now as Joel's hands steadied me from behind. The other, Rick moved between our bodies, gripping his cock, adjusting his position until the head of it kissed my vaginal opening. Behind me, Joel stilled. He was locked deep and hard within me now, buried in the hilt in my ass.
I was breathing hard, rough. The sensual sensations of Joel's cock up my anus were nearly throwing me into climax already. How would I survive the added penetration of Rick's cock up my pussy? I would explode. I would disintegrate. I wasn't going to survive this one intact and I knew it. Something basic, something elemental inside me was awakening, and it was a terrifying prospect.
Somehow, Rick must have sensed my misgivings, fears. He paused in his penetration of my hungry cunt, his cupping my head as his turned me to him, his lips coming to mind, taking me in a gentle, though carnal kiss as he resumed his possession.
The pleasure was agonizing. I felt his cock began its entrance inside the ultra tight channel of my vagina and I fought for breath. His tongue licked at my lips, stroked over my teeth as I gasped for breath, feeling his cock part my pussy and ease inside.
I shook. My body was shaking so hard from the intensity of my reaction that I feared for my sanity. Joel's cock filled my ass, which left little room inside my throbbing cunt for the thick shaft working its way inside it.
'So tight, Shanna,' he whispered heatedly against my lips as I fought for breath. 'So hot and tight around my cock.'
He worked his way in further, his hips shifting between my spread thighs as the thrust and retreat of his thick spear worked at parting my cunt muscles without any overriding pain. The pain that surged through my cunt was that of a pleasure so deep, so heated that fire licked along my body.
I was tight. Too tight I feared as Rick groaned and whispered his praise before surging through another inch. I cried out, feeling my pussy clench tighter on his cock as my juices eases his way. I was soaked, flaming, dying. If I didn't orgasm soon my heart was going to expire from the need.
'Just a little more baby,' he encouraged me as his hands tightened on my hips. 'Just a little more.'
I screamed. I couldn't hold back any longer. His cock surged deep inside me on one hard, driving stroke that had my back arching, my body quivering with my impending climax. My muscles tightened around the two cocks that filled me now, my moving jerking, moving against them, unable to wait any longer for the friction I needed.
'Easy baby,' Rick groaned, his voice harsh, rough. 'God Shanna, baby, easy…'
Like hell. I needed it now.
'Now,' I growled. A low, hungry sound that shocked even me.
It must have been enough. Behind me, Joel whispered a curse before he began to trust and retreat in heavy surges that had the breath leaving my body. Seconds later, Rick picked up a counter rhythm inside my pussy that had me burning. The pleasure/pain was incredible. She couldn't decide which was turning me on more, the sensations of need spearing through my womb, or the tight pinching pain that made the heat, the desperate lust more erotic than anything I had ever experienced.
Whatever it was, I was suddenly a woman possessed. Possessed by Rick. His groans beneath me made my heart stutter with emotion, but the thick cocks whose hard thrusts were destroying me made my body shake with rapture.
In and out they surged. The muscles of my ass parted and gripped Joel's cock with desperate heat, as the muscles of my vagina wept with my juices as Rick's hips began to speed up in his thrusts. Joel countered. They were fucking me and deep now, my clit, a swollen little knob of agony rubbed against Rick pelvis with each thrust, driving me closer, higher.
I was clenching, tightening, perspiration pouring from all our bodies now as flesh slapped against flesh, and my invaded channels gripped and tightened in waves of searing heat.
When it happened, I swore I had died. My orgasm began low in the pit of my stomach, streaked through my pussy, my ass, and then consumed my body. I heard myself screaming breathless as their thrusts increased, driving into me now, fucking me with hard deep penetrations that only increased every sensation already assaulting me.
I arched into Joel's arms, driving both their cocks harder into my body as I felt my veins, my heart, my very soul explode inside me. I was only distantly away of my juices as they surged through my cunt, washing over Rick's cock. Then I felt them come apart as well.
Rick cried out my name hoarsely as he buried his cock deep and hard inside me. I felt the heat of his semen exploding inside my burning pussy, then Joel surged into my ass, hard, spearing me with a burning pain that only increased the last explosion that tore through my body. I felt the deep hard pulses of his seed shooting inside me then, blasting into my anus like geyser as he cried out his own pleasure.
They were locked so tight inside me that I could feel every throb, every hard shot of their cum as the final, racking shudder of my own pleasure tore through my body.
I collapsed on Rick's chest then, feeling Joel ease of my moments later, barely hearing his whispered words to Rick. I was aware of movement through the room, but was too tired, too exhausted to care what they were all doing. They could all take me now, as long as Rick's throbbing cock was buried in my pussy, as long his hands were smoothing over my back, his lips at my temple, then they could do as they wished with me.
No one else touched me. Minutes later I heard the office door open, then close and silence filled the room.
'It won't be the last time,' Rick whispered against my damp hair.
I mumbled a sound of agreement. Who could talk? Besides, his cock was still hard inside me, still throbbing in a way that made me want to find the energy to beg for more. But I was too exhausted, too weak.
He was silent for long moments before speaking again.
'I like sharing you,' he finally whispered as he moved, turning in a way that kept us connected, yet placed me beneath him.
I stared up at him, my eyes heavy lidded, my mind dazed. He was watching me with a strange mixture of possessiveness and lust. That was nearly as frightening as the powerful mix of emotions he inspired in me.
I couldn't speak. What could I say? Rick shared his women, but usually only with one man, a partner so to speak, usually Joel. But Joel was leaving the agency, and I wondered then who would be his next pick?
'Who?' I finally managed to gasp the question.
He only grinned, then moved inside my pussy, his cock thrusting heavily, powerfully inside me. I gasped at the renewed lust that began to fill me.
'You're as tight as you were while Joel filled your ass,' he whispered. 'The hottest, sweetest body I've ever known Shanna.'
I gasped again. He left me breathless.
'Who?' I repeated my question now, wondering what he could be up to, he was too mysterious, too intent.
He gazed down at me then, his brown eyes darkening to a near black, a smile shaping his lips. 'You'll see,' he assured me. 'And I promise baby, you'll more than enjoy it.'
Then there was no breath left to question him further as he began to thrust hard and strong inside my gripping cunt. My cries echoed around the room again, accompanied by his hard groans, and surprisingly, his heated, harsh declaration of, 'You're mine, Shanna. Mine.'
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SO, I BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 5:03 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2010 9:35 am
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SO, I BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE
Recently large demonstrations have taken place across the country protesting the fact that Congress is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration. Certain people are angry that the US might protect its own borders, might make it harder to sneak into this country and, once here, to stay indefinitely. Let me see if I correctly understand the thinking behind these protests. Let's say I break into your house. Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave. But I say, 'I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors. I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).'
According to the protesters: You are Required to let me stay in your house You are Required to add me to your family's insurance plan You are Required to Educate my You are Required to Provide other benefits to me & to my family (my husband will do all of your yard work because he is also hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part).
If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket your house carrying signs that proclaim my RIGHT to be there.
It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm a hard-working and honest, person, except for well, you know, I did break into your house... And what a deal it is for me!!!
I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, send most on the cast I make back to my homeland, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of cold, uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and bigoted behavior.
Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you learn MY LANGUAGE!!! so you can communicate with me. And don't forget to make sure your forms are in MY language - I need to understand them...
Why can't people see how ridiculous this is?! Only in America . if you agree, pass it on ( in English ). Share it if you see the value of it.
If not blow it off......... along with your future Social Security funds, and a lot of other things...
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Life goes on.. :-)
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 4:30 am
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Life goes on.. Anyway.. I read something that kinda scared the shit out of Me today.. Please (I have to ask.. Can't order you.. LOL ) Let Me know what you thing?... A 7th grade student this last Feb won a science fair and got her paper published in a number of papers in Florida. Her paper you ask? It was about the water in the ice cubes at several fast food joints and compared the quality if the water in the ice, to the quality of the water in their respective toilets.. Care to guess what had the better water?.. You guessed it.. the toilet was in safer & better then the ice cubes in your cola.. Who did the tests, you might ask... Well The University of South Florida's Mofit Cancer Center, where she is a volunteer assistant to a professor.. So think about this next time your sucking down your soda from McDee's... Till Next Time.. play safe & be safe..
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Need a reason??? Here you go..... :-)
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 4:27 am
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2007 1:13 am
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Need a reason to give your favorite man a good blow job? Well then I have it.. It's good for your health.. Thats according to the following study..
Study: Fellatio may significantly decrease the risk of breast cancer in women
-- Women who perform the act of fellatio and swallow semen on a regular basis, one to two times a week, may reduce their risk of breast cancer by up to 40 percent, a North Carolina State University study found.
Doctors had never suspected a link between the act of fellatio and breast cancer, but new research being performed at North Carolina State University is starting to suggest that there could be an important link between the two.
In a study of over 15,000 women suspected of having performed regular fellatio and swallowed the ejaculatory fluid, over the past ten years, the researchers found that those actually having performed the act regularly, one to two times a week, had a lower occurance of breast cancer than those who had not. There was no increased risk, however, for those who did not regularly perform.
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Careful.. :-)
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 4:24 am
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Here's some valuable LIVING WILL INFORMATION
While I was watching the play-off games last weekend, my wife and I got into a conversation about life and death, and the need for living wills.
During the course of the conversation I told her that I never wanted to exist in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and taking fluids from a bottle.
She got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all my beer.
Sometimes it's tough being married to a smartass.
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NEW PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 4:23 am
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2007 8:39 pm
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NEW PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION
Somebody said this was probably the best e-mail he'd seen in a long, long time. The following has been attributed to State Rep Mitchell Aye from GA. This guy should run for President one day...
'We the sensible people of the United States , in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights.'
ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.
ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful, do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.
ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes. (The writer said this one is my pet peeve... get an education and go to work....don't expect everyone else to take care of you!)
ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.
ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, , intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.
ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.
ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!) (AMEN, AGAIN)
ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.
ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (lastly....)
ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!!!!
If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United States speak out because if you do not, who will?
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Jokes...
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 4:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2007 7:40 pm
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Did you hear the one about the guy who's wife wanted more excitement in the bedroom? She tells her hubby that he can tie her naked to the bed and do what ever he wants... so he tied her up... and went fishing.....
Ok, this Blonde gets silicone implants and months later calls the Dr complaining that she got water filled ones, not silicone and they they are leaking.. Dr says why do you think that.. Blonde replies.. every time someone plays with them.. my pussy gets wet...
Have any to share?? Please post them...
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Math thru the years...
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 4:19 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2007 7:23 am
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Fifty Years of Math 1957 - 2007
Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help.
While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried. Why do I tell you this? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s:
1. Teaching Math In 1950s A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. Did he make a profit? What is his profit?
2. Teaching Math In 1960s A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100 His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?
3. Teaching Math In 1970s A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit?
4. Teaching Math In 1980s A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Find and underline the number 20.
5. Teaching Math In 1990s A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares not a bit for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it's ok.
6. Teaching Math In 2007 Un hachero vende una carretada de maderapara $100. El costo de la producciones es $80. Cuanto dinero ha hecho?
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Old age & treachery will overcome youth & skill...
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 4:17 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 6:8 pm
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To the Officers who work hard every day, This story was intended in Good Humor, It was not intended to offend any of the Officers out there who may read this...
As An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...
Older Woman: 'Is there a problem, Officer?' Officer: 'Ma'am, you were speeding.'
Older Woman: 'Oh, I see.' Officer: 'Can I see your license, please?'
Older Woman: 'I'd give it to you, but I don't have one.' Officer: 'Don't have one?'
Older Woman: 'Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.' Officer: 'I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.'
Older Woman: 'I can't do that.' Officer: 'Why not?'
Older Woman: 'I stole this car.' Officer: 'Stole it?'
Older Woman: 'Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.' Officer: 'You what?'
Older Woman: 'His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.'
The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes, 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2: 'Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle, please.'
The woman steps out of her vehicle. Older woman: 'Is there a problem, sir?'
Officer 2: 'One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.' Older Woman: 'Murdered the owner?!'
Officer 2: 'Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.'
The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Officer 2: 'Is this your car, ma'am?' Older Woman: 'Yes, here are the registration papers.'
The officer is quite stunned. Officer 2: 'One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.'
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer. The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.
Officer 2: 'Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.'
Older Woman: 'Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.'
MORAL: 'Don't mess with little old ladies.'
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Ok, another point to ponder...
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Posted:Oct 2, 2007 5:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 8:14 am
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The immortal question.. is the glass half full or half empty.. Does it really matter??... Even if totally empty... You still have the glass...
And most places give free refills...
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