unfoundiamond
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yeh well fuck you very much im a guru, i have been here for a while and those who dont like me can shove it
The Confessional
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shy slave
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Yes. Spill it sister. We like details, the more the better...
Details, details?!
I would love to, but I need to refer you back to my name.
I am shy.
Really shy.
Very, very, very shy.
Honest.
So the details are I had a good time, it was fun and if it was repeated it would be fun all over again.
Lots of details PM, just for you lol
MasterSnatch
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Let's see, I can be a nice guy. I can be to the right people. To others that bug me, annoy me or otherwise I can be a fucking ass and rip them a new one, what can I say....there really is nothing better than getting the better of someone.
Rub it in their face?
If I hate them that much why not.
In some cases just letting them know I got the better of them is good enough.
Rub it in their face?
If I hate them that much why not.
In some cases just letting them know I got the better of them is good enough.
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Yasashii_Kaze
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I confess that I was so angry today I said I wanted to kick a puppy. But I would never kick a puppy. I like puppies! *sob* I'm a horrible person.
But I still want to kick something.
http://www.pkmeco.com/images/wolf2.JPG
But I still want to kick something.
http://www.pkmeco.com/images/wolf2.JPG
BiaTcHiNFiRe
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Yasashii_Kaze
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*bends over*
Willingly offering Yasashii my ass to kick it!
Awwww. I'll kick gently.
A lot of my anger has faded. I just hate it when I get so worked up over something so simple. Irritating, but simple.
BiaTcHiNFiRe
lost in my thoughts
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Your gently kick made me smile, thank you.
Hope you will feel better soon Yasashii! *BIG HUGGS*
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Yasashii_Kaze
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Your gently kick made me smile, thank you.
Hope you will feel better soon Yasashii! *BIG HUGGS*
Thank you, dearie.
Essene
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Details, details?!
I would love to, but I need to refer you back to my name.
I am shy.
Really shy.
Very, very, very shy.
Honest.
So the details are I had a good time, it was fun and if it was repeated it would be fun all over again.
Lots of details PM, just for you lol
*laugh* Yeah right! COP OUT!!!
Since when are you shy? LOL
I'm glad you had fun.
Lady_Midnight
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I must confess ...
Despite the fact that I'm not supposed to be knitting for a bit, or perhaps because of it, I just bought a fairly large amount of sock yarn. Like, over $100 worth.
Oooh there's nothing like a bit of stashing to make you feel good fishercat...especially sock yarn
fishercat
Dreamer of Dreams
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Oooh there's nothing like a bit of stashing to make you feel good fishercat...especially sock yarn
True, especially some gorgeous Blue Moon Fiber Arts Socks that Rock!
Now if my knitting-injured thumb would just heal, I could finish my three UFOs and get going with the new stuff when it arrives. Or, for that matter, the mountain of yarn I already have. :slightly embarrassed grin:
kushielstoy
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I confess...that i DID like it... no i LOVED it
The longing
Let’s go for a walk. She said.
The night was perfect for it. Pre storm . Just a hint of coolness on the breeze. The lights from downtown casting a romantic backdrop across from the island. Lovers strolled hand in hand, oblivious of the horses and the cars and the commotion at the back of the parking lot.
She was pinned in his arms, the left quarter panel of his black jeep Cherokee pressed into her soft flesh, giving her no retreat from the onslaught of His attentions and roaming hands.
His knee pushed between her thighs, pushing up into her cunt. Forcing, persistent and not truly welcomed there.
His hips thrust forward into her space, taking all of the air from the darkness. His hands never stopping in their rushed pursuit to find an opening, any opening into the fortress of her heart.
She was yielding to his commands what else did she know, what else did she expect, what else was there? Her tears hot and wet, like her pussy, soaking the inside of her soul. Her body responding to the probing and the prodding and the pulling and the potential for release.
He pushed the shrug off her shoulders and said it is hotter out now.
She shivered in the cold air.
He bit her soft skin content to mark a space yet unclaimed. Claiming it as HIS.
She knew there would be marks in the morning, her dog would look away, sad at the leavings from the night before.
He slid his hands over her curves as if he was sculpting a model of his wanton lust. A toy if you will.
She pulled into the quiet of her Zen and watched as the whore played her part in the production.
He smiled as he paid her price for dancing. Writing a check that would bounce in the morning.
She had said… Let’s go for a walk.
The longing
Let’s go for a walk. She said.
The night was perfect for it. Pre storm . Just a hint of coolness on the breeze. The lights from downtown casting a romantic backdrop across from the island. Lovers strolled hand in hand, oblivious of the horses and the cars and the commotion at the back of the parking lot.
She was pinned in his arms, the left quarter panel of his black jeep Cherokee pressed into her soft flesh, giving her no retreat from the onslaught of His attentions and roaming hands.
His knee pushed between her thighs, pushing up into her cunt. Forcing, persistent and not truly welcomed there.
His hips thrust forward into her space, taking all of the air from the darkness. His hands never stopping in their rushed pursuit to find an opening, any opening into the fortress of her heart.
She was yielding to his commands what else did she know, what else did she expect, what else was there? Her tears hot and wet, like her pussy, soaking the inside of her soul. Her body responding to the probing and the prodding and the pulling and the potential for release.
He pushed the shrug off her shoulders and said it is hotter out now.
She shivered in the cold air.
He bit her soft skin content to mark a space yet unclaimed. Claiming it as HIS.
She knew there would be marks in the morning, her dog would look away, sad at the leavings from the night before.
He slid his hands over her curves as if he was sculpting a model of his wanton lust. A toy if you will.
She pulled into the quiet of her Zen and watched as the whore played her part in the production.
He smiled as he paid her price for dancing. Writing a check that would bounce in the morning.
She had said… Let’s go for a walk.
