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Julie Andrews turns 69!

To commemorate her 69th birthday on October 1, actress/vocalist, Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan 's Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP.

One of the musical numbers she performed was "My Favorite Things" from the legendary movie, "Sound Of Music".



Here are the lyrics she used:



Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillac's, cataracts, hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak,
When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pains, confused brains, and no need for sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin',
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache,
When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad.

(Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over four minutes and repeated encores.)
 
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For me, a great kiss starts out soft and gentle, just a light sliding of the lips, and then it progresses to nibbles and maybe a little suction, and gradually tongues become involved. These kinds of kisses get me going quicker than anything. With the right man, I could get off from a long...slow...wet make out session. (Whew...did it just get warm in here?)
 
Especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.


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Question #1: Do you like to talk dirty during sex?
Very much so

Question #2: Do you like taking pics and/or videos during sex?
YUP

Question #3: Do you like your breasts or chest sucked or licked?
Very Much So

Question #4: Do you like you nipples sqeezed?
Hell yeah

Question #5: Do you to manually masturbate your partner?
Oh yeah

Question #6: Do you like giving oral pleasure to your partner?
Depends on my mood

Question #7: Do you swallow?
Nope

Question #8: What would you like your partner to do to you that will really get you hot?
Suck on my toes while fucking me....Ummmm

Question #9: What won't you do?
Scat or kids

Question #10: how many people have you slept with?
A few

Question #11: have you ever had an orgasm?
Many

Question #12: weirdest place?
Walk in Freezer

Question #13: shower?
Yup

Question #14: girl on girl action? (Involved/seen)
Both

Question #15: perfume/cologne that gets you in the mood
Obsession by Calvin Kline

Question #16: favorite position
Doggy baby

Question #17: biggest turn on?
Having a submissive at my command

Question #18: longest time
About 4 hours

Question #19: What is your fav part on the body, name 4?
I love a man’s abs….I love the neck of either sex….I love a woman’s boobies, and pussy

Question #20: Do you like cut or unut?
I like cut but I also just like dick…so it don’t matter really

Question #21: Ever done it in a pool?
Yup
Question #22: Outside?
Yuppers

Question #23: Are you gay, bi, or straight?
Bi as fuck

Question #24: is your dick hard right now?
It should be

Question #25: Do you jerk off ?

the survey off of Ms M's new thread.
 
*YIKES - Next time blue I will make sure my paste isn't so freakin' full!* Sorry about that. :eek:

Majitas Series -

Majitas is a planet much like Earth. It has the same air and climate; its people the same as ours. An alternate universe? Perhaps, for on Majitas there are lives ruled by jealousy, greed, and corruption. There are still men and women that seek to better themselves or take down their enemies. There is love, passion, desire and intrigue, but most of all there is a story for everyone; and for everyone their story is worth telling.

The Majitas Series begins in a period of peace. The Great Wars of Dalivis are over, and several men have become the leaders of rich territories. Some warriors wander the land, not sure of where to go or what to do. After the battles, their families were either dead or their lands scorched by the great flame-wars, led by Commander Deveron. Many simply abandoned this weary land, that had been stripped of its natural resources.

Namacor Territory is one of the few lands where death and destruction were minimal. Lord Duncan Buchane had trained his men well, and for the most part his lands were saved. The resources of his vast Empire were still rich in both soil as well as the thick forest trees that grew tall surrounding Namacor.

Horatio’s Revenge


~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~

Chapter One

Late Fall 650

Enroute to Eulica - Namacor Territory - ruled by Lord Duncan Buchane



The sun had set on Eulica hours ago, replaced by the moon of Dartin. Its light filled the sky, but created the shadows that the young man needed in order to stay hidden. He had tracked the group of travelers for several days, living off the land that he had come to respect more than he had the men he fought battles with. Those men were simply a way to a greater foe. Now, his enemy’s most cherished possessions were just a few feet away from him; in a few hours Horatio Brechin would hold all the cards. He quietly listened to the camp, knowing they would be retiring for the evening. Not once had they altered their routine; one mistake Brechin was more than happy to reap the rewards from.

Katherine. Do you think perhaps we'll reach our destination come morning? Desiree asked her sister, before looking back toward the orange and red leaping flames of the campfire. A soft breeze moved through the clearing, touching the two women and sending a soft shiver across each one.

Are you in a hurry to get there?” She asked. Katherine was still trying to accept the path their father had insisted they take. The exile that was being forced upon them had been late in coming, but in truth she never thought he’d send them away. Looking back, she wondered what had taken him so long.

No,” Desiree replied, lifting her hair from her chest and toying with the strands, “I'm just wanting to be clean again. She chuckled and stood. Her hair fell in curls down her back. The ends swept across the curve of her rump; tangles, clustered from the endless dust, hung loose, and were anything but becoming. Her dress, a simple brown frock, showed little dirt. The color hid it well, but she knew it was filthy. They had not been allowed to wash by the River Glen last night or today. The glow of the fire lit up her delicate features. The hint of red that splashed throughout her brown tresses danced in the light of the moon, enhanced by the fire’s glow.

Katherine looked up at her sister, rising as she did, and smiled softly. Her blue eyes, speckled with silver, were filled with agreement. “A bath would be nice. I think I could sleep in the stables and blend well with the horses.”

Both women brushed off their backsides and slipped their arms around each other. They swept enquiring looks about the camp and noted where their father’s most trusted men were, as well as the small group of servants he’d entrusted their care to.

“A bath will be a welcomed gift,” Katherine sighed. Her raven hair had faired better than her sister’s. Katherine opted to keep hers braided, but even that was beginning to get itchy. The river would have sufficed, but they had only been allowed a brief respite. She didn’t know why, nor did her sister. They were simply two women being taken to a place neither wanted to go.

“Desi,” Katherine said, calling her sister by the shortened name their mother had given them. “I’m sorry I got us into this mess.” The two women walked to the canvas tent that the men had erected for them. Their footsteps fell silent on the dirt and grass.

Desiree stopped and looked at her older sister. “It wasn’t your fault. We were there together. You did not bend my will, nor I yours.” She pulled her into an embrace and they held each other tight. Katherine felt a sense of unease and knew the hug went on longer than normal. Deep in her gut she felt something wasn’t right, and she didn’t want to let her sister go.

When Desiree gave her a final squeeze, Katherine relented and pulled away. She wiped at unshed tears and chewed gently on her lower lip. “We weren’t that terrible as daughters, were we?” Desiree asked, wiping a tear that had managed to escape her sister’s blue eyes.

“No, not always,” Katherine answered. Lifting the flap of the tent, she ushered her sister inside. Another moment of fear crept over her and she stared into the dark forest that surrounded them. There was something out there; she felt it. Her intuition had never steered her wrong. She heard her father’s men laughing and she thought back to the reason they were where they were. “Well,” she whispered to herself, “it had failed this time, hadn’t it?” She moved into the tent, disappearing from the unseen enemy that was suddenly plaguing her thoughts.

Horatio watched the girls leave. He slowly withdrew one of his arrows, making sure his movements were precise and unheard. The oldest tempted him. Her body was hypnotic; He had watched her smile come and go over the last two weeks, and it had captured more than his eyes. It had stirred his loins. He calmed himself, remembering the teachings he had learned from the people of Atlanova. Their ancient arts of stealth and of becoming one with your surroundings had kept him alive, and now they would keep him hidden once more.

His attention moved back to camp and the only two real foes that blocked his path. He’d fought with both men. One had even saved his life. He smirked. “How ironic,” he thought to himself, as he lined up the first arrow. He didn’t want to kill yet, just cause confusion and fear. Then, when all lay dead, he would take the two women and return to his keep, one long forgotten by Lord Buchane and his people. Then again, when one man believes he has destroyed all his foes, he tends to forget how much wealth he actually has.

~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~

Marcus watched Katherine secure the flap of the tent. He knew her and her sister’s maids were already inside, now preparing the two women for another night on grass-filled bedrolls and downy pillows. Inwardly, he was disgusted at what was happening to the two women. Outwardly, he showed no signs of caring, or at least he hoped he didn’t. Masking his feelings had always been easy for him, but when it came to Lady Katherine he sometimes thought he failed.
“You’re doing it again, my friend. A voice reached into Marcus' mind and he shook away his thoughts. Turning, he faced his friend and fellow soldier.

“Doing what?” He asked, though something told him he already knew the answer. He watched Stephen lift his clay mug toward the tent that occupied the two sisters.

“Staring at her like a love-sick whelp,” Stephen replied. He then downed the rest of his dust-filled water. “You’ve been doing it ever since you heard their father’s declaration. You’ve hidden your feelings for years. I suggest you continue hiding them.”

“Obviously I’ve not done a good job when around you,” Marcus stated, turning away from the tent and the object of his affection.

Stephen shrugged his shoulders. “You are comfortable around me. There is nothing wrong with that. Showing your feelings for our Lord’s eldest, however, will gain you nothing. No matter how either of you feel.”

“Then she feels the same,” Marcus whispered quietly. “I suspected she did, but never allowed myself the luxury of hope.”

“Aye, I suspect she does, but you are right not to hope. There will never be a union. You are a landless bugger, just like myself.” Stephen nodded his head toward the tent. “Go set yourself up for the night. I’ll take this first watch.”

Marcus studied the forest. He couldn’t shake the feeling something or someone was watching them. “Stay alert, my friend.”

Stephen’s brow rose. “I have as much invested here as you. Do not concern yourself with my duties; concern yourself with getting as much or as little sleep as you can. I sense it, too, but I know not what or who our enemy is.”

“Aye, nor do I. Though I do not wish the women the fate our Lord has placed on them. I do want them safely within the walls of Eulica Temple.” Marcus made this last statement and then bid his friend goodnight. He moved to the entrance of the ladies tent and opened the bedroll he’d dropped there earlier in the evening.

It wasn’t long before he was listening to the two women speaking of the exploits that had led them down their current path. He smiled at some stories and frowned at others. He had saved them from many destructive escapades, as had Stephen. Sadly, he thought, this was one neither would be saved from.

Katherine climbed into bed with her sister. The two small rolls they had been given the first night they camped had been tucked side by side, and their body heat fueled their rest. She lay staring at the darkness that surrounded them. The two maids, who slept just a few feet away, had extinguished all the candles, and the scent of their wax filled the tent.

“Desi,” Katherine whispered into the night. “Do you remember mother?” She wasn’t sure what had spurred her thought or her question, but now that she said it she suddenly was full of memories. “I sometimes try to remember her and I am able, but other times. . .” Her words faded into the night.
Desiree rolled to her side and reached for her sister’s hand. She held it tight. “I remember, when I don’t try to remember. Like the time she looked up at us and we were on the top tower. Remember her then. She looked like a small bug, but for one moment I saw her face. It was full of terror, and then relief.”
Katherine chuckled. “Yes, I saw it, too. The relief was soon replaced with anger, though. Once Marcus swept us both from the window, she knew we were safe.”

“We were safe before he swept us up,” Desiree muttered. “Those men were always there, spoiling our plans.”
“You mean saving our hides,” Katherine said. She rolled over and tried to focus on her
sister’s face, the inky darkness blocking her attempts. “Even though we have caused them many headaches and forced them to face father’s wrath, they still have always protected us.”

Together they talked of times when one was lost, and the other felt where they were. One would lead Marcus or Stephen to an area, and soon the lost sibling was in the arms of their father’s guards. As the night grew later, yawns increased. They soon were both quietly thinking to themselves, and drifting in and out of the past.

Their antics slowed when the girls grew into women, and their father’s most trusted men disappeared to fight the wars of Eulica. Marcus and Stephen left when each girl was coming into her promising figure and beauty. Katherine remembered. She was sixteen, her sister fifteen. Marcus had been twenty-four, Stephen twenty-seven. Full blown crushes were embedded in the hearts of both girls.

When the battles were over two years later, Marcus and Stephen, as well as many others, returned. The young girls’ crushes had taken less than a year to turn into love, something they only confessed to each other. Now another year had passed, leaving Katherine twenty and unbetrothed, her sister nineteen and in the same state. In time, Katherine heard her sister’s soft snore, and she allowed herself to sleep. Her dreams mirrored her sister’s, as they did many times; but in her place, where Desiree dreamed of dancing with Stephen, Katherine dreamed of herself in the arms of Marcus.

~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~

Horatio watched Marcus settle down. He would have liked to set his arrow into the man’s back, but it was the other, Stephen, that took the first watch. He hadn’t been close enough to make out all their words, but that didn’t worry him. He knew both men, and knew both were skilled warriors. So was Horatio. His breathing was short and quick while he watched Stephen make several loops around the camp, before settling down in front of the fire to warm his hands. The night had brought not only shadows for Horatio’s plan, but cold evening breezes. The firelight gave Horatio the advantage and he steadied his arrow, aimed it for Stephen’s shoulder, and smiled when it hit its mark.

Stephen’s cry of shock and pain filled the forest, and Horatio watched his plan move into action. He had already notched another arrow and was letting it fly into Stephen’s leg. He grinned and leapt to another shadow, while Stephen fell to his side and called for arms.

Horatio leaned on the balls of his feet as he heard Marcus shout for the ladies to remain in the tent. He ordered the two young lads that he and Marcus were training to take up their swords and ready themselves, as well as seeking protection from any more arrows. The last command went unheard to one lad, and Horatio smirked as the shot found the heart of the boy. He was now aiming to kill, as the camp's occupants ran around in untrained chaos.

Stephen and Marcus were his only true concerns. Horatio glanced at Stephen as he crouched down. Stephen didn’t move, and a sense of satisfaction rolled through Horatio. He shot off another quick volley of arrows. Their tips found the jugular of a cook. Another sank deep into the right lung of the second lad.

An arrow whizzed by Horatio’s ear and he cursed. He quickly scampered to another shadow, another tree, and then a bush, before he took aim and fired at one of the maids that had run screaming from the tent. She fell dead, a look of horror on her face. When only one man remained in the camp, the two women and one maid never making an appearance, Horatio called Marcus out.

“I’ve come for the Ladies Katherine and Desiree,” he shouted into the night. He waited to hear Marcus and was rewarded with an arrow sailing past him. He grinned. Marcus had not lost his keen sense of hearing, a trait Horatio had found helpful. It was that hearing that had saved Horatio.

“I thought you were dead,” Marcus shouted back.

Horatio laughed. “The rumors of my demise are just that; rumors.” He quietly moved closer to the camp, keeping to the shadows. He could hear the sounds of weeping coming from the tent that held the women. Marcus, he knew, had stayed near them, hidden in the darkness.

“I will have to set those rumors straight, then, won’t I?” Marcus shouted out.

A low moan filled the air and Horatio’s lips rose high. He aimed his arrow at Stephen’s head. “It seems we have a draw, my friend. I have your companion in my sights and my fingers are cold from the evening breeze. If you would be so kind as to drop your weapons into the flame, I may find it in my heart to not release this arrow into the back of Stephen’s head. Your decision, my friend.”
Marcus growled. He moved a few steps from the women’s tent and advanced toward the fire, where Stephen lay barely moving. Horatio watched, and slowly moved into a position where he would reveal himself to his foe. The ladies had grown quiet. He knew they listened to the going-ons outside their tent.

“I will not give you much time to reach a decision. You either toss your weapons or he dies, and then you do. Come, Marcus. . .I know he is your friend. Do not be the reason he dies,” Horatio called out.

“What do you want?” Marcus asked, walking close to Stephen and dropping to his knees. Horatio watched his movements. He failed to see the small blade that Stephen pulled from his friend’s boot heel, a hidden place that both men had thought of after many tussles with unsavory drinking partners.

“I told you what I wanted. I’ve come for the Ladies Katherine and Desiree. Now, your weapons,” Horatio answered back. When he saw Marcus step back and toss his arrows into the burning flames and throw his sword across the camp, Horatio emerged.

“You know I can not allow you to take them,” Marcus stated.

“You know I will not leave here without them, either,” Horatio answered. He kept his arrow ready and allowed his gaze to flicker briefly to Stephen’s bleeding and unmoving form. A smile rose to his coal-black eyes and he shrugged his shoulders. “It seems you’re about to lose another man. You were always losing men, weren’t you?”

Horatio saw that the words stung. Marcus had lost many a soldier during the wars. He had led them strong and true, but with the treasonous acts of Horatio, many had not returned home. He felt no guilt. The less men Lord Buchane had, the easier it would be for him to gain what he wanted.

“You should have been one of them. I would not have felt guilt for your death. Nor will I now.”

Horatio laughed. “I have the advantage, my friend. Step away from Stephen and we will settle this quickly. The women will come with me and you may take care of the dead and dying.”

~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~

Katherine and Desiree heard the sounds of death and the threatening words of the man who had just challenged Marcus. Both women looked at the other, each one with the same thought. Moving as a team the women slowly cut a long slit into the fabric of the tent and eased the maid out, then followed behind her. Katherine whispered to the woman to stay hidden in the dark shadows and trees of the forest. The two sisters moved quietly to the side of their make-shift dwelling and huddled close to its fabric wall while they watched Marcus and the stranger circle each other.

They watched Marcus circle the other man, closing the distance between them. Together they moved toward the fire. Marcus had no weapon as far as Katherine could see, yet he stared into the eyes of a man with an arrow aimed at his heart. Fear clutched her chest and she silently prayed to the God of Majitas that Marcus would not meet his fate this night. She tried to make out the details of the attacker, but failed.

A cry of outrage and fear left Katherine’s lips as she watched the enemy let loose his arrow. It sliced quickly through the air. Marcus heard her; she cursed inwardly as he turned to glance at her, before dropping and rolling to the left. The sharp tip sliced across his arm and she heard his growl of anger. Katherine’s gaze flew to that of the opposing foe; she locked eyes with him. He sneered and she shuddered. Grabbing her sister, who had become frozen in fear, they turned to flee.

Suddenly, Katherine caught a movement and jerked her sister back. “He lives,” she whispered into Desiree’s ear and pointed to Stephen, who had moved. A moan of relief reached her, and she knew Desiree saw the same thing. They watched as the stranger stepped forward and Stephen moved to throw his arm out, in an attempt to slice open his enemy’s leg. The maneuver failed and Stephen was sent backwards. His nose sprayed blood from the man’s boot.

“No ” Desiree screamed. Katherine grabbed her, knowing she would try to run out to Stephen.

Katherine saw Marcus take advantage of her sister’s distress, and he launched himself toward the menacing figure. They fought with violence. Fists pummeled handsome features. Each one fought to vanquish the other. Marcus matched Horatio in skill, but was bigger then his opponent. This forced him to concentrate harder on the swift movements of Horatio.

As they battled, once more the women saw Stephan moving. Marcus continued fighting, forcing Horatio back toward him. It was this movement that made Katherine realize that he, too, saw Stephen. A glint of steel showed in Stephen's hands and Katherine was amazed at how many weapons her father’s men carried on their person.



~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~

Horatio glanced behind Marcus' shoulder during one of the brief pauses for breath and caught site of the two women huddled together watching the battle. He grinned inside and thrust his fist into Marcus' stomach. “Your ladies are watching you lose,” he growled into Marcus ear.

Marcus said nothing, but held the man’s arms in a vise-like grip as he watched Stephen raise up on his wounded arm and throw the knife at Horatio's back. Katherine saw the events, as did her sister, and both women gasped. The sound carried on the wind, alerting Horatio. He spun sharply, turning Marcus toward the weapon that was sailing through the air.

In what seemed like slow motion, Stephen, Katherine and Desiree watched Marcus being turned around. Katherine’s eyes locked with Marcus's and she cried out when she saw the shock and pain in his eyes.

Horatio heard the sound of the woman’s voice mingle with the grunt from Marcus. He saw the knife impaled in his opponent’s back. “I’ll take care of your women,” he whispered into Marcus’s ear, dropped him to the ground, and turned to advance on the sisters.

Through blurred eyes, Marcus and Stephen watched their charges turn and run deeper into the forest, before blackness swam around them and overtook their wounded bodies.
 
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