Fubar Blog Posts 2

Stop And Look Around...before Going On
SLOW DANCE Have you ever watched kids on a merry go round? Or listen to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? You better slow down Don't dance so fast Time is short The music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask "How are you" Do you hear the reply? When the day is done, Do you lie in your bed? With the next hundred chores running through your head? You better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die? 'Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi"? You better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry Through your day, It is

Stop It!!!!!!
OK...no offense to all my fubar friends, but I am beyond sick of having 30 messages a day saying that so-and-so my fubar friend thought I would be interested in a blog, or bulletin, or mumm. I don't send you fubar spam....so stop sending that to me. If I want to look at your blogs and mumms and bulletins...I will do so. STOP sending them to me. I just get annoyed and delete them anyways. Who wants to go through 30 messages and click on all the little recommended links anyways??? It just makes you annoying. Sorry to be a bitch about it, but seriously..stop. I hate spam!!

Stopping To Realize The Beauty Of It All.
A couple days ago I opened my aparment door and proceeded down the steps. I grabbed the handle to the glass entryway at the bottom of the stairs and stepped outside. A familiar smell entrapped my senses as I stopped and took it all in. I kept walking as I sat in my car, started the engine, and drove away. Not thinking of that smell again. Today as I was driving home I noticed the leaves started turning and painting the pavement. As though no sooner it was summer, the beginning of fall has struck upon me. My mind began to turn and tumble in various directions as I drove the typical path homebound. I decided to take a different way, bored of the everyday habit. I came upon a large circular lake today, one I had never seen before. So I pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out of my car and walked over to a clearing. It was the most breathtaking moment of fall yet. This brought me to yet another thought. Seasons pass...Spring,Summer,Fall and Winter. They are just like ho

Stop Here An Now
good evenin to all im so mad an i cant belive wat the hellis goin on here with the bullentin downin ppl an callin names in the bullenti an ive been put in this well let me tell u all one thing if the bullentin dont change rite now i will close the contest , THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN FOR ALL FAMILYS WELL ALL OF U NEED TO GROW AN ACTED UR AGE AN STOP ACTIN LIKE UR SHOE SIZE THIS DONT MAKE SENSE IN MY BOLGS I HAVE ASKED FOR TO A CLEAN CONTEST WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK ? IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS WHO WANT TO BOMB FINE YOU KNOW THE RULES , I ONLY DO THE FRIENDS 2 XS A DAY CAUSE I GO TO SCHOOL AN WORK NOW THAT WHY I SAID TWICE A DAY IS THAT TO HARD PPL TO UNDERSTAND RULES I WAS ACCUSED OF BLOCKIN PLL WELL UR SO F@CKIN WRONG , THAT CHEATIN AN I DONT CHEAT , AN WAS TOLD I DONT WANT TO EXPECT FREINDS WHEN THEY WANT ME TOO WHOS CONTEST IS THIS YOU DONT LIKE TO BAD DROP OUT HAVE A NICE NITE RUBIA

Stop The "aerial" Hunting Of The Wolf!
Save America's Wolves Help Expose the Truth Help expose the truth about aerial wolf hunting... Aerial hunting of wolves is Alaska’s dirty secret. Watch our new video and take action to help end this brutal practice. Watch the Video... Aerial Hunting by the Numbers 2 Times Alaskans have rejected the state’s aerial hunting program at the polls 35 Years that aerial hunting has been illegal under federal law Nearly 700 Wolves killed over the last four years through Alaska’s aerial hunting program $400,000 Earmarked by state officials to “educate” Alaskans on the state’s aerial hunting activities Dear Wildlife Supporter, When people think of Alaska, they think of its amazing wildlife and natural beauty. But Alaska has a terrible secret: Each year, the state permits private citizens to chase down and kill dozens of wolves using low-flying aircraft and high-powered rifles. Alaska Governor Sarah Palin and anti-wolf officials in the state have worked hard to obs

Stop Child Abuse
STOP CHILD ABUSE (repost of original by 'Mountain Lady{rate me fan me before sending request}' on '2007-08-20 18:48:07') (repost of original by 'Everyones Angel '{ IF YOUR GONNA CHECK ME OUT RATE MY PROFILE}' on '2007-08-20 18:57:42') (repost of original by 'stefan58 . IN MEMORIE OF DJ. ISIS' on '2007-08-20 19:08:17') (repost of original by 'Mountain Lady{rate me fan me before sending request}' on '2007-08-20 19:16:55') (repost of original by 'johnniesgrl_34' on '2007-08-20 20:12:28') (repost of original by '~Schele Belle ~Naughty and Nice Crew~~C&T Stash Club~~(Must fan me and have a salute pic to be added' on '2007-08-20 20:33:06') (repost of original by 'Everyones Angel '{ IF YOUR GONNA CHECK ME OUT RATE MY PROFILE}' on '2007-08-20 20:35:29') (repost of original by '*~* Sharon *~*PROUD MEMBER OF SUNSHINE ANGELS FRIENDS CLUB Plz sign the guestbook' on '2007-08-20 22:10:45') (repost of original by '~Lill~(Promo Biatch for www.Surge.fm)' on '2007-08-20 22:3

Stop The "nsfw" Bullshit!
Ya know.. I am getting fucking sick of seeing this in my Fubar mail... Hide header Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 13:58:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Size: 1 KB To: angelthemilitialeader@fubar.com Reply-To: One of your photos has been marked as NSFW (Not Safe For Work). Please make sure ALL your NSFW photos are flagged as NSFW and placed in an NSFW album. Your photo was marked NSFW because it was either offensive or NSFW in nature. Also, your primary photo and all your background photos may not be NSFW photos. NSFW CONTENT IS NOT ALLOWED in the public areas of the CT. You can define a new primary photo and background photos by clicking on images link. Continued violation of 'fubar' policy, will result in your account being deleted without warning. Click here for reported image. All I know is this is supposed to an adult site.. if it is adult... Why the "NSFW"? Get the fuck off the site when you are at work.... and most definately GET THE KIDS OFF THIS SITE. One more thing.. Make a feat

Stop The Bullshit Please
Okay I'll say this once and only once....... enough is fucking enough!!!!!! I am sick and tired of the damn bullshit that some people like to start on here by poking their nose's into affair that are not of their concern. If I post something in my blogs that is a passion filled creation from my Heart and Soul, it matters not for whom it is written for. I post my creations from words here for all to see and read and comment on. If you plan of starting shit with your comment then don't fucking post it at all!!!!! If I wanted to share the source of my passionate creations with all I would but I don't. That is for me to know and the person for whom brings forth such works from me. Now I bide you all a good day.

Stop! Don't Touch That Dial!
I did NOT feel like retyping the blog I'd started today, so I went for my backup. This was a questionnaire made by Lani, one of my Friends on Yahoo! 360, but I think you who read it on other sites will find it applicable as well. For those reading it elsewhere, my page there is http://360.yahoo.com/ensign183 1.) How long have you had a Yahoo! 360 page? I've had a 360 page since June 2006; it's the first one I opened where I could blog and comment and find people with common interests. All of my pages (I can also be found on Facebook, Friendster, Fubar, hi5, HoverSpot, MySpace, myYearbook, Netlog, and Tagged along with many Friends -- I just don't get to every page every day) have different things and different people to recommend them as well as features which made me wonder why I'm there in the first place. 2.) How many Friends on your list? As of five p.m. Central Standard Time today, I have 292 Friends on Yahoo! 360 (you're allowed 300, but you can designate as many Favo

Stop This Ride, I Want Off.
I'm not so sure I want to continue this ride. It's not fun anymore. Too many broken promises. Not enough attention. Needing something more. More than any of this has to offer me. I sit here and wait. Patience is a virtue and all that crap. My patience has wore very thin as of late. All I can hear is silence and it's deafening. I need to have more. I deserve more. I have been going it alone for a long time now. Making all the effort, always. I cry silently. No one sees or hears me. I won't allow that. I reach out and grab air. My hand comes back empty. Again and again. And again.

Stop Asking
Stop asking me to anyone and everyone that ask me to take naughty pictures. The only one that will see me naked is my husband!! I don't take request and what u see in my picture folders is what you get.So STOP ASKING!!!

Stop Telling People Business
ok now there are two types of people on here there are friends you can trust and know you can tell them yourpproblems or about life and know there not going to tell people your business and the other type are people who at first you can trust and open up to them about your life but as the saying goes some people are wolfs in sheeps clothes and i hate them kind of people with a passion . i just want to say that if your one of them people that goes around telling other peoples business then stop that really makes you a slimball for doing that . i had the same thing done to me i open my heart to a person and they misused that and told someone if you want a great friend you have to be a great friend :) remember respecting people gets you along way in life :) :) nicole

Stop And Smell The Roses.
This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror where one could read it everyday. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true. 1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for. 2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. 3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. 4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. 5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep. 6. You mean the world to someone. 7. You are special and unique. 8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. 9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. 10. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look. 11. Always remember the complim ents yo u received. Forget about the rude remarks. And always remember.... when life hands you Lemons, ask for tequila and salt,and call me over!

Stop Me If You Heard This One.
There were 3 men talking in a field one day. One was rich, one was poor and one was dumb. The poor man says,"I wish I was rich." The dumb man asked why. The rich man says, "To have diamonds and cars and women." The dumb man says, "True but what about Love, Friends and Family?" The poor man says, "I have those things and it seems not enough." The rich man says, "HA I can buy all those things." The poor man says, "But why would I want to buy what should come from the heart?" The rich man says, "Because when you have money you can have anything you want." The dumb man says, "When you have the small things in life you take them for granted." The rich man says, "That's nonsence. Little things are for little people." The dumb man says, "The little people shall inherit the earth." The poor man says, "I realize now that I am rich, your not a dumb man, and the rich are really empty when it comes to the heart." Moral is, we don't realize what we have until it's gone. Cherish all t

Stop Calling Me!
Okay, long story but funny....try and keep up! 1.) One night I am out and about. A buddy of mine is like, "hey, call this girl, she won't answer when I call her." I am like, "ok." She doesn't answer. Didn't call back, didn't push the issue just told him she didn't answer. 2.) The next week, like 5 days later, I get a phone call from some wierd 360 number. Washington huh? I usually have people's names entered in my phone from Washington. "Hello," I say. "Who is this," says a female voice. Instantly, I am like, "Who the hell are you? You called me!" She says her name and I totally draw a blank. Then it hits me. It's that girl my buddy asked me to call like almost a week ago! I tell her who I am and that my buddy, whom she knows, wanted me to call her for him. She's gets it and that is the end of that conversation. I barely remember her but from what I did remember, she was extremely rude, hence I didn't stick around to listen to her anymore. I hung up. 3.) L

Stop The Violence....but How?
“The Memphis metropolitan area, after coming in second last year, tops this year's ranking of metro areas by the rate of violent crime -- homicide, rape, aggravated assault and robbery." Memphis is the city in which I have lived all of my life, it is the city in which I was born, raised, became and adult, a parent and now it is the city in which I shake my head in disgust at. Of course it is not just my hometown where homicides, robberies, rapes etc. are occurring too frequently to count, so what exactly is the solution. What can be done to Stop the Violence? At night when I watch the news, I hear stories of murder, murder and more murder. I hear story after story of robberies, scandals and all around violence. Everyday I see lil gang bangers hanging out, shooting dice, smoking weed and just generally not caring that they are blocking people from getting by and even worse that elderly people are passing by and shaking their heads at how the young generation is ruined and ou

Stop Me
Stop me from this madness that I have created. Grab my hand and yank me out of this circle that I have spun around me. Everything moving so fast that I struggle to keep up with. What am I doing, who am I deceiving? Is it me, is it you? Deep within this ache lurks of what I can not describe. You who I can not banish from my thoughts. You who I can not bring myself to open to. You of whom I wish could read my thoughts and unscramble the words that manifest inside my mind. Tormented by what can and can not be, jaded by those who have come before thee. I see your face before me, lips that I desire to caress mine, your touch so gentle yet disappears in time. just once, I wish you'd let your barriers down, long enough to make a crack in my wall and you'd say you would catch me if I should begin to fall..

Stopping My Tears
subject: stopping my tears post date: 2007-10-19 00:31:52 i need a kiss to wipe the tears from my eyes tight embrace rocking in your arms face to face forehead to forehead breathing in your breathe my tears wet your chest as i feel that i am not crying anymore the tears are running down running over my tummy feel your tummy wet with my tears you wipe the remaining tears with a kiss to my eyelids as they run down my cheek your embrace consoles me

Stop Listening To Music And Be Miserable.
Music enhances people's lives. But people are scumbags and don't deserve to have their lives enhanced. Here is why: People are stupid. Your parents are ashamed of you. Your friends think you're annoying but don't have the heart to say, "You can't come." You have cancer and don't know it yet. Even if you avoid the draft, the American military will eventually invade the country you fled to. Then you'll either die, go to prison, or get redrafted. If your heart decides to take a break, you die. The people in the other room can hear you masturbate and they find it appalling. Your life is all uphill from here. Two apes are going to attack you at a zoo and rip off your genitals and foot. No matter how boring a reality TV show is, your life is worse. You don't have any money. America trained mid-east soldiers who attacked America soon after. Then America invaded the mid-east to train more soldiers. You have a 10% chance of ending up gay. 65% of the things said to

Stopping Drama Before It Starts
OKAY LISTEN UP YALL AS MANY OF YOU KNOW MY PAST WITH FIREMAN185 WE HAVE BECOME FRIENDS AGAIN AND AS FAR AS DRAMA AND BULLSHIT GOES I'LL NOT HAVE IT WE HAVE GOTTEN PAST THE OLD DRAMA AND ARE JUST FRIENDS NOW SO PLEASE IF YOU WOULD ALL SO KINDLY NOT TO JUDGE ME OR EMAIL ME STUPID SHIT BECAUSE I DONT WANNA HEAR IT POINT BLANK AND IF I DO YOU WILL DELETED AND BLOCKED SIMPLE AS THAT.LET THE PAST LIE WHERE IT IS BY GONS ARE BY GONS. THANKS FOR READING! PINK

Stop Complaining!!!!!
You stay up for 16 hours.He stays up for days on end.You take a warm shower to help you wake up.He goes days or weeks without running water.You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.You complain about how hot it is.He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.He doesn't get to eat today.Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.You go to the mall and get your hair redone.He

Stop Abuse
PMMAKE SURE YOU WATCH THE VIDEO AT THE END Cause some dont get that chance........... SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to spill my milk at dinner last night. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to play with my dolls that long. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to be a mistake.. why can't I eat?SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.i didn't mean to pee in my pants yesterday. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to cry when my bath water was too hot.SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I love you! Why don't you love me back? Why is everything I do wrong?1,504,000 CHILDREN GET ABUSED BY THEIR GUARDIANS. IT'S NOT RIGHT. THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SUFFER. IF YOU THINKCHILD ABUSE IS WRONG YOU CAN HELP BY RE-POSTING. if you dont repost you have no heart [to repost click reply to poster and copy the code

Stop And Stare
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust I've got my heart set on anywhere but here I'm staring down myself, counting up the years Steady hands, just take the wheel... And every glance is killing me Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, can u see what I see They're tryin to come back, all my senses push Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... Steady feet, don't fail me now Gonna run till you can't walk But something pulls my focus out And I'm standing down... [these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com] Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah

Stop Wishing And Start Taking Action.
Feeling the progress If you merely wish for more, what you'll get the most of is frustration. Yet when you make use of what you have, what you'll get is real accomplishment. When you complain about your situation in life, what you'll get is a lot of destructive, depressing anger and resentment. When you use your situation as a platform from which to move forward, what you'll get is the life you choose. What you have does not matter nearly as much as what you decide to do with it. Where you are now is trivial when compared to the direction in which you are moving. And you can move yourself in a positive, fulfilling direction no matter where you happen to be. You can create the life of your dreams no matter how much or how little you have with which to begin. All the money in the world cannot equal the value of being alive, aware, and able to take action. That's exactly what you have in this very moment, and it's a treasure beyond compare. Take the magnificent opportunity

Stop In And Join In The Fun
DIRTY ADDICTION HAS A NEW LOOK, NEW TUNES, AND EVEN MORE AWESOME PEOPLE! STOP BY AGAIN AND HAVE SOME FUN! JUST CLICK THIS LINK TO GET TO DIRTY ADDICTION: http://www.fubar.com/new_lounge.php?lid=50214 WISHING YOU AND YOURS A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE STAFF AT DIRTY ADDICTION! STOP IN SUBSCRIBE AND SAY BOBBYBONES SENT YOU NOW

Stop Askin
ok plz stop askin me to add u to ma family list if i wanted u on der i would have added u and i dont have ne picz of me dat r naked n neva well so dont ask me to take ne i have a hubby and a wifey so respect dat im here to make friends not nething else so dont try.i flirt yes but doesnt mean i wanna hook up or sleep wit u im tried of getin harassed by all tha prevs so plz do me a favor stop harassin me askin me if u can see me nakd stop all tha dirty comments if i wana b ur friend i will let u know

Stop Child Abuse
MAKE SURE YOU WATCH THE VIDEO AT THE END Cause some dont get that chance........... SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to spill my milk at dinner last night. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to play with my dolls that long. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to be a mistake.. why can't I eat?SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.i didn't mean to pee in my pants yesterday. SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I didn't mean to cry when my bath water was too hot.SORRY MOMMY & DADDY.I love you! Why don't you love me back? Why is everything I do wrong?1,504,000 CHILDREN GET ABUSED BY THEIR GUARDIANS. IT'S NOT RIGHT. THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SUFFER. IF YOU THINKCHILD ABUSE IS WRONG YOU CAN HELP BY RE-POSTING.*****Watch The Video***** if you dont repost you have no heart

Stop
Stop This is not me I am not here If I keep telling myself that maybe I’ll reappear. I’m not the type of girl who does what I’ve just done I know I’m not alone but I feel like the only one There have to be others just like me Who yell at themselves when no one can see Stop halt put and end to this Freeze quit cease and desist. I plead myself not to persist Conceal the deal with an empty kiss Break away from this ball and chain Stop wearing it like a stain I can’t move on when I’m falling down This princess has broken her crown Tumbled and tattered I’ve become a scattered Put an end to this. I went out for a drink To clear the cobwebs and think I saw a friend at the end of the bar He said I looked like a walking scar Asked if he wanted to see the battle wounds They won’t be healing anytime soon He said I sounded fragile and disturbed He kept talking but I couldn’t hear his words All I could see was memories past How I said back then this would be the

Stop Killing The Children???? Is My Profile Photo
this is to make aware children are being killed by Others big and small people kill children, wee ones and all ages. Stop it now , get the word out Plz . No abuse to anyone for any reason.. hugs and love.... diana

Stop Complaning
i'm tired of all the bitchin and whining i read in all the blogs,shut-up or put-up,all the nagging and complaining about the people on fubar and other sites,why don't these people use their fucking head and check these people out before they talk or addin these people to their page,think DAMN IT,and i can't stand too s certain people on here thru a hissy fit because they had a bad day,GET OVER IT,everyone has a bad day,yo9u think your the only one,give me a break,SHUT THE FUCK UP,this might seem like i'm bitchin,but i'm not,just can't stand too see someone bitch about stupid shit,and readin it in these blogs,and i will noy rate a blog if its someone cryin about stupid shit,ITS LIFE GET OVER IT,AND MOVE ON TO THE NEXT DAY,there's many more to come,so stop bitchin and whining,PEACE BITCHES. P.S. I CAN'T STAND FOR SOMEONE TO TRY TO INSULT MY INTELLIGENCE EITHER,THATS THE NEXT BLOG TO COME, PEACE OUT.

Stop Sb 861
----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: ♥ Ω BoNeZ.iNc Ω ♥ Date: Dec 12, 2007 6:44 AM . This is about California legislation being passed to exterminate pit bulls. If it passes in California, it could be on it's way to anywhere. Someone has to try to make a difference...what if it were your pet? It would be great if Myspace could be used for something good other than getting dates. Please pass the word along and post this...so as many people can see this as possible. ..

Stop By And Become A Member Of My New Lounge "the Firehouse Lounge"
Just click on the pic below and click on subscribe to this lounge :D Thanks xoxoxox If interested in becoming part of the staff, let me know :) Happy Holidays Everyone! Have a safe and blessed Holiday Season, much love xoxoxox Jen ~*Huggable*Lovable*Kissable*Jen*~Fu-GF 2 "Firemanm88" ~*DSC*~@ fubar

Stop Stopper Queen List Add On! Start On The 30th At 7pm
OK THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL BEEN WAITING FOR THE SEXIEST, WOMEN ON FUBAR. STOP BY ON THE 30TH AT 7 PM TO SHOW THESE QUEENS OF 2007-2008 YOUR LOVE! Music Video:LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! (by Mr. Cheeks)Music Video Code provided by Video Code Zone OK HERE THE TOUGHEST, SEXIEST WOMEN OF FUBAR CONTESTANTS 1 CONTESTANTS 2 CONTESTANTS 3 CONTESTANTS 4

Stop Drop And Roll
THIS MORNIN I GOT UP LIKE I DO EVERY DAY AN HEADED TO THE FRIDGE FOR SOME CAFFINE. THEN I WENT TO THE COUCH . I PULLED OUT A CIGGY AN PLACED IT IN MY MOUTH AN STRUKED MY LIGHTER, WELL TO MY DISBELIVE AN SHOCK SOME ONE HAD SET THE FLAME WAY TO HIGH AN POOF THERE WENT MY EYEBROWS , AN HAIR . I JUMPED UP AN STARTED SHOUTING IM ON FIRE WHAT DO I DO ?? MY ROOMATES LAUGHED AN SHOUTED STOP DROP AN ROLL(BIG JERKS) YOU BEST BETTER BELIVE REVENGE SHALL BE MINE BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*COUGH* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Stopping By 2 Say
Stopping by 2 Say Shhhh baby, it’s only me slipping in to kiss your lips of wine. Touch about your body with my fingers as I pass by your hot body of sin. I pause to lean near your ear, I gently bite it and than say, “I only came by to say I was thinking about you gain in naughty ways….Care to play with me?” Go……Muahhhhhhhhhhhh. Awww thanks darling. Was it good for you as it was good for me? Baby don’t you want me, need me, love me anymore? Or has our time pass by so much in this lifetime, you have pass me by like ship upon the high seas of life that will always be passing by in fear to dare what might be for us? @ @ @ @ Yes it has….so shall we dare to refresh it? Can you handle that? I am sure you can, you are someone that seems to be able to handle all of me… *Winks” And grabs the fine butt as I pass you again. So once again darling, I just stopped by to say…. I am always thinking of you. ©2008 Firestar

Stop By Show Some Love! To The Sexy Diva Female On Fabur In My First Contest
STOP BY HELP OUT A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE AKAMRS. T. SHE IS ONE OF THE SEXY DIVA AROUND HERE IN HER FIRST CONTEST. LEAVE A FEW COMMENTS AND SHE WILL RETURN THE LOVE................................! SPONSORED BY BIRD915 BYRD915@ fubar BULLETIN DONE BY THE ONE AND ONLY AKAMRS. T/ DYLON'DIVA/ LIL BUSSINESS/ LIL PLEASURE INDEPENDENT FAMILY BOMBER! AKAMRS. T~LIL PLEASURE~LIL BUSINESS~DYLON'S DIVA~@ fubar

Stop By And See My Friends!
Stop by andshow some love FAN/RATE/ADD This is my first attempt at a pimpout! Go check out some of my wonderful friends and show them love while you're there, They'll give it back to ya! Please repost!! If this gets a pretty good turn out I will try to do one each week for different friends! chevy1514@ fubar Lost@ fubar Just Another Lonesome Cowboy in Michigan@ fubar Retching Red aka Mrs. River Rat ^A^ PyRat Radio ^A^@ fubar Bullseye@ fubar The Stutter@ fubar core ***Pimp Daddy C***@ fubar Poetic Honesty

Stop The Bush Spying!
TELL THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION TO STOP VIOLATING YOUR RIGHTS OF PRIVACY. TELL THIS ADMINISTRATION NO MORE WARRANTLESS WIRETAPS ON YOUR TELEPHONES, CELL PHONES, ETC! TELL THEM TO STOP VIOLATING THE U.S. CONSTITUTION! CLICK ON THE BANNER ABOVE TO TAKE ACTION!

Stop By Say Hi
Give this guy a reason to stay?? SKULL™ ~ DONT LIKE IT THEN FLlCK OFF AND DIE~I DONT NEED YOUR BULLSHlT~OR YOUR FLlCKING DRAMA@ fubar rate a pic or ten?? good night all~ FEEDINGTHEDESIRE Ok, technically it is Saturday in some places.... shhh.

Stop And Think
Mandy and Austin have been going out since 7th grade, now they are in 11th grade. Mandy has been thinking of breaking up with him. One Friday afternoon, on their 5th anniversary, Mandy and Austin where talking over the phone: (Phone ringing at Mandy's house) Mandy: Hello Austin: Hey Baby Girl, how is it going? Mandy: Alright, u? Austin: Pretty good, so are u still up for the movie? Mandy: Im sorry i can't go, i promised my little sister that i would take her out to eat today. Austin: That sucks Mandy: Im really truly sorry Austin: Its all right, so can u got tomorrow then? Mandy: I cant, sorry, i have to go with Alyssa and her boyfriend to the mall. Austin: U know, it seems like u have been avoiding me this past few days. First u cant go out to dinner with me because u have a paper due, then u cant come over because u are to tired, and today during passing periods u totally ignored me. I had something i wanted to give to u. Mandy: Im sorry, im

Stop Fucking With My Head
First of all just so everyone knows ahead of time and dont need to ask I am not okay. I dont know how to explain it but all i know is it is happening again my mind is racing a million miles a second and i cant stop it long enough to form a thought of my own the only things i seem to capable of doing at the moment is write my story I wonder how i stopped my mind from racing last time I cant seem to remember I guess I just have too much running through my mind again and without sleep please expect me to be very grumpy and not very talkative for awhile i apologize in advance for the things i say and do in the future i just have way to much happening upstairs again and it is giving me a headache from hell. but for now im getting off here and am going to make another attempt to get some sleep g'nite all. I call this insanity. am i wrong?

Stop & Stare By Onerepublic
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust I've got my heart set on anywhere but here I'm staring down myself, counting up the years Steady hands, just take the wheel... "Never glance" is killing me Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, can u see what I see They're trying to come back, all my senses push Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... Steady feet, don't fail me now Gonna run till you can't walk But something pulls my focus out And I'm standing down... Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You sta

Stop The Madness
My daughter and I went to the doctor yesterday after I got out of the hostial. Oh let me tell you, I have seizure. Grandmall seizure, and I happen to have one at work, again. I know it was coming and I couldn't stop it, 5 in the row and I'm writing this blog, I'm at home and if I don't write I will forget. Its bad enough now tring to remember what happen. I hate this things. I wihs I didn't have them and I want it to stop, I think I'm dying and I'm so scared. Not for me, but for my childrenn. I just want a pill to make it stop.... Anyway, I took my daughter to the doc, the test was neg again, now she doesn't know what to think. I try to explain to her that maybe your not pg, but she want it so bad, now her boyfried is acting all funny. I happy its happen now, so when the real thing happy let see how he really act. well, I'm am still to weak to go, my body hurt, I just want this pain to go away, got get my children home from work, I know I'm not surport to be driving, but if I don

Stop It Now !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Signs of possible abuse include: Physical Abuse Unexplained or repeated injuries such as welts, bruises, or burns. Injuries that are in the shape of an object (belt buckle, electric cord, etc.) Injuries not likely to happen given the age or ability of the child. For example, broken bones in a child too young to walk or climb. Disagreement between the child's and the parent's explanation of the injury. Unreasonable explanation of the injury. Obvious neglect of the child (dirty, undernourished, inappropriate clothes for the weather, lack of medical or dental care). Fearful behavior. Emotional - Verbal Abuse Aggressive or withdrawn behavior. Shying away from physical contact with parents or adults. Afraid to go home.

Stop It Now!!!
Signs of possible abuse include: Physical Abuse Unexplained or repeated injuries such as welts, bruises, or burns. Injuries that are in the shape of an object (belt buckle, electric cord, etc.) Injuries not likely to happen given the age or ability of the child. For example, broken bones in a child too young to walk or climb. Disagreement between the child's and the parent's explanation of the injury. Unreasonable explanation of the injury. Obvious neglect of the child (dirty, undernourished, inappropriate clothes for the weather, lack of medical or dental care). Fearful behavior. Emotional - Verbal Abuse Aggressive or withdrawn behavior. Shying away from physical contact with parents or adults. Afraid to go home.

Stop This Shit
I FOUND THIS CRAP IN MY BULLETIN BOARD THIS MORNING: AS YOU CAN SEE BY THIS COMMENT I LEFT: THAT THIS SHIT HAS NO PLACE HERE, THAT PERSON IS NO LONGER A FRIEND. TAKE A HINT PEOPLE READ WHAT I SAID. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT CLICK HERE!!! BTW DON'T SHOUT ME LINKS TO LOUNGES OR OTHER BULLSHIT=AUTOMATIC BLOCK NUFF SAID

Stopping The New "ice Age"?
okay so it just hit me... I KNOW HOW TO MAKE THAT PLANET GO BOOM! Anti-matter! We'll just have to sacrifice a few astronauts and a space ship! its brilliant! We don't even have to sacrifice any astronauts if they can control it from home! The only problem is making sure the anti-matter doesn't explode b4 it gets there! for those who don't know what anti-matter is heres a short discription anti-matter is the opposite of matter DUH. It was found by use a partical excelerator.. when 2 atoms are sent around it at really high speeds and colide it causes an explosion that creates both matter and anti-matter. Antimatter reacts with any matter it touches, annihilating itself and everything in its reach.. 1 gram of anti matter could potentically destroy china... yet if used for energy could power all of New York city for a year.. the problem there is making it not go boom! any way, now that you know how easily it goes boom, if they found out exactly how big this planet it is, they could e

Stop Child Abuse
Increased awareness of abuse It's important we get the facts about child abuse, so we're aware of the dangers and can protect our children, but it's just as vital we don't panic and overprotect them. Types of abuse There are four main types of abuse: Physical - when parents or other adults deliberately injure a child or do nothing to prevent it. This not only includes physical violence but also giving children alcohol or drugs. The most serious cases can result in brain damage and even death. Emotional - when parents continuously fail to show love and affection to a child. This might include sarcasm, threats, criticism, yelling and taunting. The effects are serious and long-lasting. Neglect - when parents fail to meet a child's basic needs for food, warmth, clothing or medical attention. Neglected children may be very withdrawn or very aggressive, and can develop health problems or have difficulty coping at school. Sexual - when an adult, or sometimes an older child, uses a

~stop And Get Low With Akamrs. T First Happy Hour Tonight At 7 Pm! Diva At Work!
~STOP AND GET LOW WITH AKAMRS. T IN HER FIRST HAPPY HOUR ON SUNDAY NIGHT AT 10 P.M EST! PARTY LIKE IT ANIT NO SUNDAY NIGHT AND DRINK UP! A DIVA ALL THE TIME! IT MY PARTY SUNDAY NIGHT FOR THE FLIEST DIVA AROUND..........................! AND IT NOT OVER YET ANOTHER DIVA IS ALSO ON SUNDAY NIGHT! THICKnDAZZ4YA IS HER NAME AND SEXY IS HER GAME! TWO DIVA IN ONE NIGHT! SHOW SOME LOVE AND STOP BY AND DRINKS ON US!

Stop
Stop where you are turn around run from me as fast as you can your to gentle for me to love I really don't want to hurt again I could not crush the rose so sweet and taste of your inner pain couldn't live if I caused you to cry No I would not live again your something too special way too precious for me if you've only seen how dirty these hands have been how could they hold someone as pure how can they ever hold again. JSDEUEL Copyight 2008

Stop & Stare
OneRepublic Stop & Stare Lyrics This town is colder now I think it's sick of us It's time to make our move I'm shakin' off the rust I've got my heart set on anywhere but here I'm staring down myself, counting up the years Steady hands just take the wheel Every glance is killing me Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead Stop and stare I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be Ohhh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're here not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, can you see what I see [Stop & Stare lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com] They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push Untie the weight bags I never thought I could Steady feet don't fail me now, I'm a run till you can't walk But something pulls my focus out, and I'm standing down. Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah, I know that

Stop Singing The Same Godamn Songs Over And Over Again
I'm so damn tired of hearing the same regurgitated shitty hip hop on the radio over and over again. I really don't give a shit how much money you have, or how cool you think you are, or how much cash you blow on your stripper. And for God's sake, if your going to make a song it should have more then the same 20 words in it repeated over and over again. I'm not talking about everyone, there are some good ones left. But they are far outnumbered. What ever happened to the good ol days when rappers were real and actually lived life and had something to talk about. Pimp C, why did you have to leave us when we need you most. Jay Z, come out of retirement for real man. Ludacris, keep doin what your doin. And Snoop, your still the man. To the rest of you posin, studio, fake, wanna be thugs. Please, stop writing bullshit "music" and go get some life experience before I shoot myself in the fucking head. Hey, maybe its me, or maybe I'm wrong. What do I know anyway...

Stop Falling For The Wrong Guys Right Now!
We've all got habits, some good and some bad. We women tend to repeat bad dating habits more often than we'd like. We date the gorgeous bad boy, instead of swooning over the quirky nerd who we know isn't going to break our hearts. Or we go for the guy we think we can 'fix' instead of devoting our attention to the guy who's already been repaired. The key to finding a good relationship is to recognize what your bad habits are and quickly breaking them. 1. Look yourself in the eye and take a brutal, honest assessment of your dating relationships. Write down the names of your last five significant others. Write down five reasons why the relationship ended with each guy. Take a look at what you've written and you'll soon see your pattern emerging. 2. When you think about dating that hottie from your office, make a commitment to yourself first. Commit to dating with your eyes wide-open. You owe it to yourself to be selective about the guys you spend your time with. If you decide on a

Stop Bitching About Your Man!.. Here's Why...!
This is for all the girls out there who aren't satisfied with how their man treats them. First off, if you're one of those man hating women because you've had your heart stepped on, this might be why (notice the MIGHT). Some men, actually most men, are dicks and really only care about one thing (Themselves, geez what were you thinking? Maybe it's time to get your mind out of the gutter). A lot of women are attracted to these men. Why? Because these are the guys that have learned to play on girls emotions to get what they want, and they really don't care about her at all. These are also the guys who have it "all." They are sooo spoiled that they think the world revolves around them, so girls should too. So how do you find that perfect guy who will treat you the way you ought to be treated? If you aren't looking for a one night stand then STOP dressing like a skank and going to bars to see who the cutest guy to hit on you will be. If you want a nice guy, then look for the on

Stop Loss
WHAT IS YOUR OPINION ON STOP LOSS? DO YOU THINK THOSE WHO HAVE SERVED SHOULD HAVE TO GO BACK FOR ANOTHER TOUR OF DUTY? I HAVE A NEPHEW IN THE MILITARY & HE JUST WENT TO AFGANISTAN, I HOPE HE DOESN'T HAVE TO GO BACK WHEN HE IS DONE. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OK. BECKY

Stop The Games.
This is to that special somebody. If you are going to call me... then DO it and then talk to me. Don't call me from your RESTRICTED line acting like I don't know whom it is then hang up after I say hello. Stop the DAMN games. -Rafael

Stop The Pulling
As the feeling gets tighter and the pulling gets stronger. I stand here confused as hell. I look around not knowing what to do. The feeling I know is true but doesn't matter what I say or do. The twisted web I weaved for my self just got me tangle up in it. I pull again trying to break free, but I know im stuck. Doesn't matter what is said or done, what has happen is over with. Going back in my mind, as I wish I could turn back the hands of times. To free me from this mess I made, but as reality slaps me again. As the feeling gets stronger, as the pain in my heart makes me notice what I did was so wrong but how can I change it. I search for solution, but nothing comes to mind.I just have to face the fact, for I was caught. Now I have lay in my twisted web I made for my self. As I no longer can dodge what has happen, cause im stuck. All the heartache and pain I have caused. Is now gonna be mine, for does not matter how hard I pull. Ill never break free from what I done. Now as im stuc

Stop Crying Your Heart Out
Hold up Hold on Don't be scared You'll never change what's been and gone May your smile (may your smile) Shine on (shine on) Don't be scared (don't be scared) Your destiny may keep you warm Cos all of the stars Are fading away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out Get up (get up) Come on (come on) Why're you scared? (I'm not scared) You'll never change What's been and gone Cos all of the stars Are fading away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out Cos all of the stars Are fading away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out We're all of us stars We're fading away Just try not to worry You'll see us some day Just take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out Stop crying your heart out

Stop Puppy Mills
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Stop Smoking Cd
My husband is currently taking the course on Stop Smoking hypnosis. When he completes it he will be recording the CD for those who wish to stop smoking and to also stop chewing tobacco. Are there anyone out there who wishes to quit spending all that money on tobacco and put it to better use? Let me know please!

Stop Child Abuse!!!!!
Sometimes, life is funny. Not laughing funny, but ironic. Those of us who are lucky, can say we have amazing parents who are always there for us. And some are lucky and can say that their parents weren't the greatest, but did the best they could or the best they knew how, but we never suffered or endured what these poor kids have. Then there are those who were there. They lived the nightmare. I am so sorry for those children, who have grown up and are now doing all they can do to be productive adults, despite the childhood nightmares they lived. And to those who didn't make it into adulthood before losing their sanity over it or didnt live to see themselves have their own families and children. My heart goes out to each of you. Please, to those who know of children in that position, you aren't sure? Don't want to cause any trouble? Don't want to assume and misjudge? But yet, you know in your heart, that child next door, the child down the block, or the child friend of your own child

Stop Online Stalkers!
There are essentially three ways to stop a stalker. 1. Never become involved with them in the first place 2. Ignore them (Refuse to react) and they may get bored and go away 3. Prevent them from being able to stalk you The advice, never become involved with a stalker sounds easy, but how do you know who is a stalker and who isn't. First of all stalkers can appear anywhere, at anytime in our lives. But some common sense things can help reduce meeting online stalkers. First, before going into a chat room, consider the type of people that are going to be hanging out there. Next, avoid allowing them to read your name on other peoples mailing lists by asking other people to use (BCC) blind carbon copy (See below) when sending you email. Stalkers and spammers love to get names off of peoples mailing lists. Also when you send mail you should always use BCC otherwise the stalkers now have the email addresses of all your friends. Finally, learn to recognize a stalker. Forget al

Stop Faning Me!!!!! (read Damit!)
OK i dont know how many times it says it on my profile DO NOT FAN ME! im no famouse person i dont want a bunch of creepy stalker fans! im here for FRIENDS, if you fuckers even know what that word "friends" means! clearly some of you dont! wich is fucking PATHETIC! so please do me a favor READ my Profile, and DO NOT FAN ME! if you wish to be my friend its Simple, send me a message and Keep In Touch! now is that really so hard????

-stop And Think-
There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend. One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying. "Just take care of my eyes dear. " This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations. LIFE IS A GIFT!!! Today before you think of saying an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak. Before

Stop Asking Me
ok i have some people so far ask me to please add them to my family so they can see some of my other pics i set to my family amd let me tell you i'm not adding you to my family list because you want to see my pics i add people to my family because they show me so much respect and love and if anyone else keep on bugging me then i will take you off my friends list i'm sick of it its getting old ok and i'm trying as hard as i can to be nice . when i go to one of my friends page and i want to see there pics and rate them and show some love and i see a photo album set to fam or private. i dont email that person and beg please add me too your family noo i move on and dont bug them about it .the girls & guys who are on my family list are there because they have earn my trust and love . it takes alot to do that :) xoxo nicole NICOLE~Dream Girlz~~ AOA1FREAK~PLEASE FAN B4 ADD~PLEASEREAD PAGE B4 ADD ~@ fubar

Stop And Say Hi To Jak !!
Hello !! This is JAK who won my most recent auction! Stop by his page and show some love and some rates if you please a href="http://fubar.com/user.php?u=673308&friend=673308" target=_blank>۞JAK۞ Owned by 'Qtazabutton ~ ♥ ME!' ♥ Luvin' on my Crush ϖ@ fubar

Stop Fucking With Me
Well it's either "I don't love you so fuck off and die" or "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you" and shit. IF YOU WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH ME FUCKING SAY THAT!!!! DO NOT WAIT 'TIL THE LAST DAY AFTER WE GET CLOSE AND SHIT. What the fuck do people do to each other these days? I have just experienced someone I thought I was close to, do the same shit to me, but I'm not worried about that. If she wants to be a total bitch to me let her. Well, not to me, but behind my back, and whatever. Then I find out TODAY how she really felt all along. You know it would have been nice to actually know how she felt before but she wanted to wait probably the whole, "But you seemed so happy with me and I wanted to see what was going on" or the "I didn't want to hurt you" or, "But he's an asshole and it might not work out but I still love you and him" or something fucking retarded like that. What really gets me is the "You know, Drew, you're a very good guy, BUT,....I loved h

Stop!
Sometimes it feels as if I am just going thru the motions of life with no reward. Going in circles with no end and no beginning. Just when I think I see the stop sign up ahead, something else happens and I go thru the loop once more. As I round each corner, I see the marks on the road of wheels screeching to a hault, left behind by someone who once was traveling the same road that I am. Envy and sadness is what I feel. Once in a while I pick up strangers who are stranded along side of the road only to help them along their way and drop them off at their stop. Round and round in circles I go.. waiting for someone to hold up my sign letting me know it's time to Stop...

Stop Animal Abuse
I just got done watching is and i am left speechless....people can do this to animals? Yes some of these animals were BURNED, hung,ect if you have a weak stomach please do not watch this....i am left with hardly any words to really express what i want to say because there are so many thoughts going through my mind right now i am unsure of what i would say. Sadly this happens on a DAILY basis....imagine how many people do this and NEVER get caught. Check out this video: Warning Graphic Animal AbuseAdd to My Profile | More Videos

Stop Saying That
There are things in this world that have come and gone. Some we are happy to go others we miss on those few ocassions. I have 1 outstanding issue with "cool beans," its not going away. I mean seriously who wants cool beans, so if no one wants them why do we say it in a positive sense. "Alright, we're getting a 50" flat panel, cool beans." NO NO NO STFU its not "cool beans," for if it was we wouldn't cook them.O yeah for you smarty art morons that say "what about jelly beans?" Well if I was worried you had anything actually smart to say I'd give you a plastic beg and tell you its a full face helmet. Besides put a jelly bean in the microwave its better to.

Stop Looking At Me
I've been in love before I was hurt worse than you'll ever be.. I've been alone & lonely Would you please stop looking at me I know what beauty is I know how to get everything I really need I'll never settle for less Would you please stop doing this to me! I've kissed enough men I've felt love so gentle & true I remember how beautiful the feeling... Why can't I stop looking at you? I hate the way you walk So cocky and so sure And I hate how you make me feel So very insecure... I don't fall for guys like you I can't even remember the color of your eyes I only know that they move me And when your not here that feeling dies It doesn't make any sense to me Everybody keeps telling me what you are... God I know it, I can see! But you are the one thing on my mind And I try so hard to forget you But when you reach for me, I know I will always let you

Stop Asking Me !!!!!
look i'm sick of people asking me over and over how to i become apart of your family let me tell you first off you just want to see my nsfw pictures thats all and if one more person ask me i will block your ass and look i add people to my family is people who have been there for me and not shady if any guy ask me one more time to add them to there family i will block you because i dont have the time to deal with winny bitches . you been warn dont fuck with me because i can be the worst person you ever want to fuck with nic

Stop Looking & Start Seeing
Hit or miss, fuck or fight, it's time to live your life Go ahead, I know I'm right, I'm gonna lay it on the line Put yourself in my shoes, would you stand up for your rights? Line em up and knock em down, I'm not running scared tonight I have climbed these walls before, and I'm not scared anymore There's a time to lead and a time to follow Because I won't take this anymore (these walls) I've climbed these walls before (scaled these walls) There's a time to lead and a time to follow .. I see the walls are closing in and I feel I am in danger My enemy is not alone, in the mirror there's a stranger As I tried to break out my panic led to fear Hopeless, I am alone, I'm afraid the end is near The truth doesn't always have to hurt .. I have climbed these walls before, and I'm not scared anymore There's a time to lead and a time to follow Because I won't take this anymore (these walls) I've climbed these walls before (scaled these walls) There's a time to lead and a

Stop The Rain
This is a spell to stop rain from coming to a town right before it falls. When it starts getting dark, chant this with lots of feeling: "Gods of power, Gods of might, I bid you now, stop this plight, Stop the rain, we need no more, Let it fall, nevermore." Put allot of feeling in stopping rain from falling from the clouds and it will not fall, it will simply move to a area away from where you are and then fall.

Stop By Everyone And Help Her
My bling...blast and happy hour giveaway...i still need 73,959 comments to go to reach my goal...there is no time limit to this contest ~momma2B! ~USER#751610 needs 75000 comments for 3 bling packs,a 30 days blast and a Happy Hour THEN SEND HER A PERSONAL EMAIL AND TELL HER WHAT YOU DID AND FOR WHICH ONE AND LET HER KNOW THAT THE VIPER SENT YOU. http://fubar.com/theviper

Stop Sticking Out Your Tongue
Stop sticking out your tongue I see you Want some fubucks for a spotlight maybe to buy a new car, some drinks? Send me a picture or link of you sticking out your tongue and you will be entered Then come bomb your pic Tell your friends and neighbors to come help Join my Fu-buck giveaway and get paid 1 comment = 10 Fubucks 1 rate = 15 fubucks

Stop Pretending
you say your sorry it had to end like this im still trying to figure out what i missed thoughts of you keep running through my head i keep thinking of the words youve said i understand that you need a little space sometimes i just wanna get away from this place but then i see that look upon your face if you just take the time to open up and beleive in us and put your faith in me and give you heart some trust you dont always have to be so strong and hide behind your pride let go of the feelings you have for me that you hold deep inside you just might find what your looking for right in front of you befor you came into my life i was trapped in a state of mind the touch you did and the kiss you gave opened up my eyes im trying to get through to you that this love of mine is real but in your eyes its hard to find just exactly how you feel even if it comes to and end it was all worth a time well waisted and one day ill get over you and have to let you go and face it i

Stop Thinking About You
STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU MY THOUGHTS ARE OF YOU MY DESRIE TO BE NEAR I NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU THE THOUGHT OF YOU LOOKING UPON ME WITH THE EYES OF DESIRE BURNING MY SOUL WITH THE LOOK OF WANTING THIS MAN I NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU THE IDEA OF ME TOUCHING YOUR SMOOTH SILKY SKIN AS IT ACHES TO BE TOUCHED BY ME AS YOUR BODY GETS WARMER WITH ME SO NEAR I NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU WANTING ME TO TAKE YOU IN MY ARMS AND HOLD YOU TIGHT SO YOU CAN FEEL THE DESIRE THAT RISES IN MY LOINS WANTING TO FEEL THE MAN THAT DESIRES YOU I NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU YOUR BREATHING QUICKENS WITH THE THOUGHT OF ME STROKING YOU YOUR CHEST RISING AND FALLING WITH ME SO NEAR WANTING ME TO SUCKLE YOUR BREAST WITH MY WARM MOUTH MAKING YOU WET I NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU STROKING THE OUTLINE OF YOUR BODY FROM THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD TO THE TIP OF YOUR TOES YOUR NECK , YOUR SHOULDERS, YOUR ARMS THE SLENDERNESS OF YOUR WAIST THE FULLNESS OF YOUR HIPS THE T

Stop Bye Hugsss N... Kisses
bored well if you are how bout you stop by and help my friend godmother she only needs about 800k... I have seen it done many times.. So please go rate her stash or drop her some pic rates.. Even repost this for her to the more the merrier.. spanks ya Evonne Fu_Angel ~ Spankers~Club Untied@ fubar

Stop Domestic Violence
Help Stop Domestic Violence If you are against Abuse in any form this train is for you, both men and women and children are abused in this world everyday abuse comes in many ways not just physical, let's put a stop to it. You didn't/don't have to be abused to be in this train/club there are no pictures to rate because well , who wants to look at pictures of what they went thru or are going thru. brings back to many memories if you ask me. you can join even if you know someone who has or is being abused. abuse is wrong and there is no excuse for it. if your in an abusive relationship you need to get out NOW! it never gets better only worse. here is a small glitter tag for those of you who surived and beat the abuse.... when adding member's fan/add/rate them, if they are already a friend then just re-rate them and leave everyone a comment like " no excuse for abuse" or "i'm joining the domestic violence train" please chec

Stop Whining
This is primarily for my new accepted friends. Look I appreciate your rating me and such, put dont get all pissy if I dont rate you back, I understand most of yall are new and think its rate for rate, but lemme tell ya, Im not a point whore so i hardly ever rate back, sorry if ya dont like it but thats me, dont like it, delete me. ~XOXO~ Lexi♥

Stop The Search Party I Found Myself...
Good Morning all… no I haven’t fell off this big old world of ours….yet! This is what is known in my world as HELL WEEK… ah yes the dreaded INVENTORY TIME! That time of the year I gain more gray hairs and just plain lose hair!!! So do not worry I am not hiding in a corner mumbling little missives their coming to get me…ah ha oh no…their coming to get me for sure for sure… No I am just not in a morning missive pattern. So the next few days all you will get out of me is blood and guts…not really…Just a good morning wish and a note to say I love my job, yes I do… So Hang in there I have many stories to tell about my guys get away with 58 other golfers that went into Hart Michigan and raised hell over the last weekend. A charity weekend and many brain cells scorched I am sure…you will be interested in the Amish Lady helping me with my room Key story…apparently someone was said to have this one on film….oh joy! Hang in there because I have to hang in here… Many hugs, many pats and here

Stop By, Get A Drink, & Say Hello To Me!
Join me tonight @ the Blue Bubble Ballroom for TONIGHT: JIMMIE VAN ZANT/ South Texas Destroyers/ Satantonio. The Blue Bubble Ballroom 9315 Broadway, San Antonio Tx. 78217 210 240-0070 or 210 829-5155 Here is how to get here. We are actually a half mile outside Loop 410, That's north of the Loop, we are parallel to the airport. Past McD's, past the Red Eye, past Papa's Bar & Grill & just past the Speedy-Mart, from the loop that's 3 lights up Broadway past the loop & on the left hand side next to Eehos Mexican restaurant .

Stopping At A Safe Distance...easy Or Not?
Good Morning… I have to tell you this story it is very funny, probably more so from a standpoint you had to be there to enjoy it. I am going to tell my side of the story. The Story: “Can you stop at a safe reasonable distance…?” I had been in a hurry and paid no attention to vehicles on the southbound side of Michigan Highway 139 (M139) coming at me as I pulled out of our business parking lot only those that were coming in the northbound lane. Had I paid close attention I would have seen it all… other then only seeing 75% of what was transpiring right in front of my eyes. A man up in age and driving every bit like he would not pass his next drivers training test was attempting to pull into our lot. Our lot entrance is large enough to allow a semi-tractor trailer to pull in while another pulls out. I was just turning out because northbound traffic was stuck back at the light about 3/8th of a mile away and this man caught my eye trying to pull in when all the traffic that apparen

Stop Askin If Maybe U Read Ma Page U Would Know Urgh
Stop askin ok u cant have ma yahoo id if i want u to have it i'll give it to u i wont give u ma numba if i wanted to call u u would have it i will not cam wit i will not take nsfw 4 u stop bein a babi cuz u cant see sum ma picz or i wont take ma clothes off if u dont lyke me den stay tha fuk off ma page Im not single,im married so yea piss me off n get blocked

Stop
i thoght i could stop loving you i thought i could stop thinkin of you i though i could stop caring about you i thought could stop wanting you i thought it all would just stop i thought i could stop needing you now i realize i will never stop i will always love you always care,want,need you MBM

Stop The Hate
You can go to : http://www. petitiononline. com/seg5130/petition. html and sign the petition to re-open Prop 8. There are already over 37,000 signatures... Don't give up...no matter what... There are still up to 3 million (or more) absentee and provisional ballots to be counted.. they have 35 days to match all the signatures and validate the absentee ballots... The fat lady hasn't sung yet....so it ain't over.... Prop 8 takes away the rights of gays and lesbians, it makes us second rate citizens..This is no better than seperating the blacks from the white, women from men..Women how would you feel if you could not vote..That was the case not too long ago? To those of you who had family who had to ride at the back of the bus, drink from differnet fountains..Would YOU want that again? What is next branding us and seperating us from heterosexuals? Do we not love? Do we not have feelings? Do we not bleed the same color, breathe the same air? The sanctity of marriage...Is t

Stop Staring At Me
I just went to the store with the roomie. There was a kid from one of my classes there. All he did was stare at me from the second I walked in till I walked out and then when he left the store all he did was stare at me. I got totally annoyed and wanted to yell "DON'T STARE AT ME ASSHOLE I KNOW I MISSED THE FINAL BUT YOU KNOW I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO". It was frustrating. I hate when people stare at me. Well there is 2 people who could stare at me all they want. And he's not one of them.

Stop Crying Your Heart Out
A time when the tears flow faster than the tap a moment when the clarity of my emotions spill over the brim of a glass.. like the elixir I am pouring into it. Sometimes I make excuses for my behavior Am I just young? Am I just a woman? Or am I just a fool who needs to be satisfied with yourself alone? I fear one day these feelings will still be there I fear when the "one day" comes it will still be like today. Maybe I am over reacting. This is the song I listen to over and over again to try and overcome the times like now.. when I can't control it. Most times I can, most times i know I am better off by myself, but sometimes all I want is for an honest man to be by my side. Optimisim will kick in, sometimes it just hibernates. ............. Hold up Hold on Don't be scared, You'll never change what's been and gone May your smile, Shine on, Don't be scared, Your destiny may keep you warm, 'Cause all of the stars, Have faded away Just try not to worry,

Stop This Pain
stop this pain have you ever wanted to be free do you long to let go of this coil and walk on the wind so take my hand and come with me their is no reason to fight just let go of this painful life we will run away into the night no one will find us and we will betray the light so forget this life and everything that holds you here no ones here to stop you does anyone even care will they even miss you did they ever notice you there so run with me let me set you free from this life hold on to me and dont be afraid can you hear me inside of you calling your name im all thats left please stop this pain

Stop Me Again
If we look across the ocean Or at white dots in the sky They'll feed up such emotion Yet you don't know why For we can be like children Pushing through the crowd Why question what we're here for Or who is behind that shroud Go build Can't believe the feeling that takes me Open the road to heaven and back Then the time for pain it breaks me I wanna throw away those attached What can it be that we go through Everything that you don't want to Why does that stop me Stop me again Do you know the way to the gateway On the other side there is nothing Do you know of love that is spoken Inside in love instead of talking Anyone can tell you what you should do Any other tell them till you know who Never mind the place where they send you When you're feeling blue Go build your dreams of clear blue skies Don't hold your breath when reality cries Beautiful souls be happy be one Your heaven has now begun

Stop
stop telling me that your single and you cant find no one because no one wants you you choose to be single because other people dont fit your image people are so damn picky about every single thing about a person any more they forget to look whats in the persons heart and how well they treat that person iam just tire of a few people who shoutbox me it was ok for a bet but damn now its starting to piss me off so stop

Stop Snitching
YOU NIGGAS NEED 2 DIE SLOW.YALL CLAIM YALL STREET NIGGAS,BUT SOON AS U HOE NIGGAS GET CAUGHT YALL TURN STRAIGHT BITCH.YALL BEEN HAD BITCH IN YALL BLOOD.I SEE IT IN YOU NIGGAS.YALL NEED 2 STAY DA FUCK ON DA PORCH.THIS LIFE AINT 4 YOU BITCH NIGGAS.YOU NIGGAS WANT TO DO WHAT WE DO.YALL AINT REAL LIKE US,YALL JUST PUSSY'S WIT GUNS. WE NEED TO START MAKING EXAMPLES OUT OF YOU BITCHES,TORTURING EM,THEN YOU MUTHAFUCKAS A STOP.I BE HEARING STORIES ABOUT SOME OF YOU RAT ASS NIGGAS HOW YALL FAMILIES BE GETTING FUCKED OVA,STOP FEELING SORRY 4 THESE NIGGAS.YALL PUT YALL FAMILIES IN THIS POSITION,STOP SNITCHING BITCH. MY HEART AND PRAYERS GO OUT TO ALL MY REAL NIGGAS THAT LOCKED UP. SHOUTS OUT TO ALL MY BLUE AND RED FLAG NIGGAS,MY CASH FLOW NIGGAS,MY G.D'S, MY LORDS...ALMIGHTY, MY LATIN KINGS, MY COUNTS,MY REAL NIGGAS. SHOUT OUT TO MY FAM BOYS. TO MY FAMILY H.N.I.C, GOODFELLAS,667 BLACK GUERRILLAZ COMING SOON!!!

Stop Your Shit!
Ok, I have HAD IT! I have absolutely had it with men who think it is okay to keep hitting on someone, even after they have been told not to. I am done with these kinds of people. So from here on out... the following applies... 1. DO NOT ask me for boob pics or ass pics or hell for that matter do not FLIRT with me unless I say it is ok. 2. If you want to get mad at someone for being uncomfortable with you then that is your own fault for not listening when they asked you to stop in the first place. 3. My friends who stand up to you about the way you talk to me (and yes you can see what is typed into chat at any time) stand up for me because they love me... not because they were what was it... a jealous lesbian? you fucking moron... what is she jealous of? you? HA! sweetie she has more of a chance getting into my pants than you do. 4. DO NOT bash my friends, especially ones I am close to. This will earn you a one way ticket to banned city. 5. Dont ask for my IM info.

Stop Smoking Now....prices Going Up Again
ALTOONA, BLAIR COUNTY The federal and state governments are both looking to tax tobacco. President Barack Obama signed the State Children’s Health Insurance Program into law Wednesday. One of the S-CHIP’s funding sources is a hike in tobacco taxes. And that comes at the same time that the state wants to increase its tobacco tax to help the budget. People that own tobacco shops say the tax hikes are going to hurt them and their customers. And one man said it could put him out of business. ********************RYO PEOPLE******************* The tax hike to fund S-CHIP is going to increase the price of cigarettes by about 60 cents per pack and about 40 cents per cigar. But the biggest increase would take the taxes on a pound of loose tobacco from about one dollar to almost 25 dollars. That would triple the cost of the product. And Governor Ed Rendell wants to increase state taxes too. It would be about ten cents more a pack. He wants to tax smokeless tobacco and cigars for

Stop And Say You Love Me
Artist: Evans Blue Album: The Melody And The Energetic Nature Of Volume Title: Stop And Say You Love Me Hey listen, because I'll only say this once do you think that you could lose yourself in me? I could say I want to die by your side one day but I could never speak the words because they haven't wrote the words that mean enough to me so together we can burn this way stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you I found a loop hole for us now it's called redemption of my history do you think you could look past my fears tell me now my love because I will lose it in your eyes, I see firelight in your eyes I know that things will be better when you are by my side stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you I'm guarded, I'm fragile, but if anyone could ever save me now, you can stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you stop and s

Stop It.
For anyone sending Fat Sonny negative, or bashing messages you better stop it right the fuck right now. He's a good guy and doesn't deserve to get hate mail from my friends. He's in my fu-family, so i dig the guy. I will not put up with it. Sonny and I were never in a race, we both turned on our auto's on the same day, that shit will happen from time to time. He wants to level so he can pimp out his friends. But hearing my friends were bad mouthing him after-wards made me sick to my stomach. I won't think twice about deleting someone if i hear about it again.

Stop Light Ciggy
subject:Stop Light Ciggy post date:2007-10-24 20:46:04 views: 13 comments: 1 ratings: 0 For those if you who know me, you know that I am what you would call a "social smoker" ie, I usually only smoke cigarettes if/when I am imbibing spirits with a few good friends. On and off lately though, I am have been known to have a smoke here and there. I know they are awful for me, and I know the risks, but ah, sometimes it just helps me to relax. Today, I had one while I was driving in Rush Hour traffic, a first for me. The day has been a bit hectic,(crazy drivers aside) and I just felt like having one. Since I don't smoke often, I usually get what I like to refer to as "fluffy head" as mild "high" if you will, from the nicotine and chemicals. And you know what? Thanks to stated fluffy head, I found that I was relaxed and mellow, even drove the speed limit, without being annoyed that three people cut me off on the way to my destination. This does not by any means

Stop
My heart has stopped I can cant feel a damn thing Anymore Just the other day I was riding on rainbows Just the other day The weather for love Was sunny and clear Now rain clouds And lighting Have arrived I am so confused didn’t think I would feel Like this again My heart is in a tug a war Game Who shall When thy heart Maybe I ‘ll be the victor And leave Them both alone Cause no one can Love me Like me I Just want to be adore Loved Fought for Is that too Much to ask for Oh well Here we go With the same old song Sing this sh** All day long I sound like a broken Record I am about To take a bow And leave The crowd

Stop Caring....
ok you live your whole life of 19 years being told you will never amount to anything. you're told you would only be pretty enough, smart enough, and good enough for a guy if you weren't so fat. to hear that all the time, especially from family at such a young age does some serious damage to a girl. basically from the time you can walk, talk, and comprehend, you just start assuming that everything you are being told is truth, and it is ingrained, compounded, and made true by an unrelentless pursuit of beauty in this world. it took me a long time to understand that i was just as good as those "beautiful girls", the ones every guy wanted to date and every girl wanted to be. i didnt want to be like them but there was one thing they had i did want, besides a relationship with a guy, and that was their confidence. these are the girls who walk through the hallways and everyone knows who they are, even kids down in the middle schools know their names. In school districts and even farthe

A Stop To Her Struggles
A sensational serenity of softness to her suppleness, I strive to strike the stone of her heart, She’s sweet, but struggles to second the strife, That sticks and spurs in her spine. Spontaneous combustion to strengthen her situation, That she speaks of on several occasions, Suspended by spears when she’s stuck to the wall, So hurt, she cry’s as her tears slowly fall. With specific scepters that antagonize her sanity, She slips into a state of neurological shock, What’s simple for some, she strains to separate, A struggle that summons me to stop.

Stop Acting The Victim!!!
SO, THERE'S THIS RATES ONLY CONTEST. 2 LADIES IN THE LEAD. 1 WAS WAY AHEAD OF THE OTHER BY SOMEONE OR SOMEONE(S) USING THE RATING GLITCH WE ALL KNOW IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. (YES, I AM GOING TO USE NAMES AND SNAPSHOTS) KIMBERLY IS THAT CONTESTANT HERE YOU SEE ON THE CONTEST PAGE, WHAT I CONSIDER A HUGE CONTEST NO-NO, THAT IS A FRIEND OF THE OTHER CONTESTANT ON KIMBERLY'S CONTEST PAGE LEAVING A HARASSING COMMENT. BUT HEY, CONTESTS CAN GET DIRTY. I BEGIN TO SEE ALL THIS "CHEATER" STUFF ABOUT THE CONTEST.. MUMMS, BULLETINS, ETC. THIS IS THE CONTEST "VICTIM" PRICELESS, AS YOU CAN SEE NOW AHEAD OF THE GAME. I CONTINUE TO SEE BULLETINS, MUMMS,ETC BUT KEEP MYSELF OUT OF IT ... UNTIL NOW AND THIS IS WHY ... THIS IS CONTESTANT "VICTIM" PRICELESS AND SHE HAS POSTED A COMMENT AS YOU CAN SEE ON A 3RD CONTESTANT IN THIS CONTEST .. READ WHAT IT SAYS. NOW, THIS MAKES HER NO BETTER AND CERTAINLY DOES NOT GIVE HER OR ANY OF HER FRIENDS ANY RIGHTS TO BE CALLING ANYONE A

Stop The Room, I'd Like To Get Off
This plague isn't going away. What was a sinus infection turned into a nasty smokers hack, which is inexplicable, as I don't smoke. I was up at 1 a.m. choking on air. Seriously, I couldn't take a breath without hacking a lung up. I woke up this morning to a spinning room without having a hang over, which is definitely a first. I've been dizzy ever since. I feel like I have the flu, minus the puking and fever. It's an odd sensation. That's all, I just wanted to let you all know that if I end up looking to your left or right when we converse, don't take it personally. I'm just seeing 3 of you. Happy Monday.

Stop The Bullshit And Drama
I AM SO SICK OF THE BULLSHIT DRAMA THAT GOES ON....FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO KNOW ME WELL YOU KNOW I DON'T TOLERATE STUPIDITY NOR DO I GIVE SYMPATHY OR PITY IF YOU FUCK UP AND GET YOUR ASS TOLD OFF THEN CHANCES ARE YOU PROBABLY DESERVED IT...SO DON'T TELL ME ABOUT IT OR EMAIL ME ABOUT IT....POINT BLANK DON'T BRING YOUR BULLSHIT TO ME CAUSE YOU CAN HIT THE ROAD JACK... AND DON'T BOTHER COMING BACK.ANOTHER THING THAT IS PISSING ME OFF IS IM BEING ASKED OR TOLD SHIT BY CERTAIN PEOPLE ON HERE AND SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW WHO IM TALKIN BOUT MAYBE....A NOTE TO THE PERSON WHO IS CONSTANTLY STIRRING SHIT AN MAKIN IT STINK WORSE THEN IT ALREADY DOES STOP YOUR BULLSHIT AND DRAMA HONESTLY KNOW ONE CARES OR REALLY GIVES A DAMN ANYMORE ABOUT WHATS BEEN SAID OR DONE...AND YA CAN'T LIE YOUR WAY OUT OF ANYTHING BECAUSE I HAVE THINGS WRITTEN IN BLACK AN WHITE AND YOU KNOW I ALWAYS FIND OUT WHATS BEEN TRULY SAID...IM NOT TRYING TO BE NASTY TO YOU BUT YOU NEED TO STOP TRYING TO COME BETWEEN ME AN SOMEONE ELSE.

Stop By & See Why He's So Irr3sistibl3....auto 11s On
autos on for the 1st time ever he has 2.5 mil until he reaches godfather status with over 1000 pics to rate & a folder 2 be bombed IRR3SiSTiBL3 *AkA Mr. vAiN ~ OWNER OF FU-GROUPIES~@ fubar this bully brought 2 u by: ~Ch3rrYLiSciOuS~OWNER OF FU-GROUPIES~Pu$$yCatPlaymate~OWNED ALWAYS BY IRR3SiSTiBL3~@ fubar & ƒℜεακŠt★ℜ~Pu$$yCatPlayMateBB~☆h0n3ym00n3r 2 tWeek☆@ fubar

Stop Hitting Women
What right do u men have that u have to hit women i dont understand it its called walikg away from the problem. it doesnt make sense have some brains guys come on treat ur girls right i am i had to save quit a few of women from their abusiers i sent them to the hospital theyve spent a few days in there. Men keep ur hands to urselfs please no matter what he suramsantce u should NEVER put ur hands on a woman NEVER u shouldnt have to resourt to that talk it out if that doesnt work walk away and calm down bfore talking it out. Im only trying to help out this is for anybody who is being abused by thier bf it doesnt solve anything by hitting trust me ive been throught it its painful but be sure u love each other when u talk it out trust me love doesnt hurt but if that doesnt work out consider colunsling. i dont garenttee that counlsling works if that doesnt work for u u may end up moving on. Anyway my point is that men shouldnt have to put their hands on women reguardless of race, reglion,

Stop It Damit!!!!
OK EVERYONE, PLEASE STOP ADVERTIZING LOUNGES IN MY COMMENTS! I THINK IVE MADE IT CLEAR IN MY PROFILE I DO NOT GO INTO THEM! I DONT GIVE A CRAP HOW "METAL" OR AWSOME YOU THINK YOUR LOUNGE IS, I WILL NOT GO IN IT! SO STOP ADVERTIZING THEM ON MY PROFILE! MY COMMENTS ARE NOT AD SPACE!

Stop Violence Against Women
i just read something that really broke my heart a woman was raped in plane sight and no one did anything to stop this...i can relate to this women i have been raped and beated infront of a few people who never came to my aide i live with this nightmare daily and nightly so i'm asking all of you to help me spreed the word to stop Violence against women it happen's everyday and night and yet not much is done about it and not every case is reported such as i have never reported it please please please spreed the word to stop this from happening to your mothers sister's girlfriend's and wives

Stop Violnece Against Men And Children
It was brought to my att that men face the same problem as us women (i'm sorry babe men count) so it's about time someone i guess meaning me it's spoken about women can't over look this problem we need to organize a support group or something for there need's and this goes for our poor children out there...there voices aren't as big as our's and sometimes we need to use our heart's to see and our eyes to listen to silent cry's please help me donate what ever we can for these problem's (again i'm sorry babe :( )

Stop Marking Pictures
The last time I checked, you had to be 18 or older to join this site. The last time I checked, if you are at work, you should be working, not browsing the damn internet. People who spend all day browsing the web instead of working end up ruining it for those that barely do it. Having said all that, here's my rant... I have a problem with people on this site marking pictures or videos or this that and the other NSFW. Bottom line: YOU SHOULDNT BE ON HERE AT WORK!!!!!!!!!!! I could respect it if you were saying that this should be marked adult content. I could respect it if you are saying that this shouldnt be easily viewed. Again, no problem with that. However, you are at work, who the hell cares whether its safe or not because you SHOULDNT BE VIEWING IT!!!!!!! Disagree with me or agree with me, bottom line is that you go to work to work, not play on Fubar. I've seen thousands of pictures marked NSFW that werent even nude, let alone sexual in content. Some were simply bikinis or cleav

Stop Hatin
why do ppl have to think they have to play games it gives nice guys like me bad rep that pisses me off that little boys cant get there head out of there ass so if any real women lookin 4 a real man let me know lataz 4 now

Stop Child Abuse!
This is a very important message; kids do come first…Subject: "Daddy ... it hurts"> This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU DON'T HAVE A> SOUL!!!>> My name is Chris,> I am three,> My eyes are swollen.> I cannot see.>> I must be stupid,> I must be bad,> What else could have made,> My daddy so mad?>> I wish I were better,> I wish I weren't ugly,> Then maybe my mommy,> Would still want to hug me.>> I can't do a wrong,> I can't speak at all,> Or else I'm locked up,> All day long.>> When I'm awake,> I'm all alone,> The house is dark,> My folks aren't home.>> When my mommy does come home,> I'll try and be nice,> So maybe I'll just get,> One whipping tonight.>> I just heard a car,> My daddy is back,> From Charlie's bar>> I hear him curse,> My name is called,> I press myself,> Against the wall.>> I try to hide,> From his evil eyes,> I'm so afraid now,> I'

Stop The Hate
Ok, so here is the thing, I can't stand hateful people no matter who they are. Have you ever gone some where and just said HI to someone only to have them turn up their nose at you. I can't stand this, who are you to judge me when you don't even know my name. Who are you to think that you don't bleed the same color as me when you are cut. Why would anyone think of themselves in this manner? I just don't understand it, the way people do this to others. No one is better than me and I don't think I am better than anyone else. Thank You All, Bridget

Stop The Democrats Plans For The Free Market
Thirty-eight years ago, the federal government nationalized passenger rail lines, creating the National Railroad Passenger Corporation, better known as Amtrak. At the time, it was expected to be profitable within three years. Almost 4 decades later, the original $340 million investment of public funds has grown to $30 billion, with no profitability in sight. Last Monday, General Motors was forced to declare bankruptcy. No matter how much the President spins GM's bankruptcy as good for the economy, it is nothing more than another government grab of a private company and another handout to the union cronies who helped bankroll his presidential campaign. President Obama will now own 60 percent of GM, and his union buddies will own almost 20 percent. And what do we -- the American taxpayers --get? We're stuck with up to a $50 billion tab for the taxpayer dollars Obama is using to pay for his takeover of GM. General Motors needed restructuring, and it has been clear for months that ban

Stop The Shit
Look you Motherfuckers that want to make jokes about Michael! Go right ahead! The shit will come back on you. Go on! Until you walk a mile in his shoes, don't say a GodDamn thing. Look at all the good he did for the world! When you get that great people want to bring you down. Well take your best shot! Ain't happening!

Stop The Madness
Good Morning all, Had a terrible time getting into mail this morning. Yahoo messinger---not at all. Have no idea if it is because Yahoo is makeing a change, or what. This morning, happen to hear a commerical from my noise maker (T.V) concerning the new health insurance plan Obama is planning. The commerical said that our taxes would raise considerbly. Getting in to see a Doctor, might take months, and so on. ( bet this all sounds familar to my friends from Canada) It gave a site for us to go to, to protest what is about to take place. I am so sorry, I missed it. But will continue to listen, hopeing the commerical has not been stopped. Have talked to Panda, and Jane about the health plan there in Canada, and know they pay 15 per cent on everything purchased. We all know how long Panda had to wait to get into the hospital, to have kidney stones removed. Thank God, she had very little disconfort--or non at all from the stones. Those things are worst then haveing a baby.

Stop Sweating
Sweating is natural phenomenon. But excessive sweating isn’t natural as well as good for health. It causes lot of inconvenience to the persons suffering from it. The most worrying factor is odor combined with the sweating. The bad odor is produced because of the presence of bacteria in our body.Employing antiperspirants is one of the methods to stop sweating. These antiperspirants consist of aluminum salts which stops the sweat produced in the ducts. The only setback of using the antiperspirants to stop sweating is the skin irritation caused by it. It may even result in a skin disease called Dermatitis.

Stop Complaning
I am so sick of people bitching about their jobs. Going to work, their boss is a prick, they don't have time to do the laundry, well guess what welcome to the real world where you have to work for a living. Also if you are going to bitch don't bitch to one of the people lumped up in the 9.5% of Americans who are unemployed, you will not get any pity at all! I really would like for some of these people who are bitching about their job to get laid off and see how it feels. I'm done, if you are going to IM me and bitch about work just forget it, I will close out the IM, or block you. I lost A LOT when Discover Card told me “there's the door.” All my friends were at work, and now that we all aren't working together it is so hard getting together to see each other, all my friends are married with kids, it was the only time they ever got to be outside of the house without them. Please people all I ask is for you to stop complaining about having a job, yeah it may be

Stop Sweating
Hi. I am Prabhakar. I have many friends. One of my friends came up with a question regarding sweating and how to stop excessive sweating. I said, I had some horrible experiences too. From my own experience I came to know about how to stop excessive sweatingwith the help of Internet. I asked them to follow the remedies available in the Internet.

Stop The Stimulus Spending Boondoggle
The Obama Administration is using smoke and mirrors to mask the failure of the Democrats' costly $787 billion "stimulus" bill. First, they said they would spend this money quickly to reinvigorate the economy. But only $151 billion has been spent so far and $185 billion will be spent by year's end. Another $399 billion will be spent next year (just in time for the 2010 mid-term elections) and $134 billion will be spent by the end of 2011 (as the Obama re-elect machine begins). The Democrats latest spin attempt is a report by White House economists claiming the stimulus bill has "created or saved" more than a million jobs since it was enacted in February. Problem is, the Democrats' fuzzy math clearly doesn't jibe with the facts. The reality for countless Americans whose jobs have not been "saved" is they've joined the ranks of the 2.4 million neighbors, friends and family members who have lost their job since Obama signed the "stimulus" into law. The national unemployment rate has ju

Stop
sometimes you just have to stop ... stop anticipating, stop aiming, stop yearning, stop treasuring things that have no value, stop trying to keep tabs on things that you have no business keeping tabs on. But instead have nothing but ardent love. If you have ardent love you will be captivated. So, I ask you are you just living life for you and partying the days away till the end of time. Or are you keeping in mind that there just might be someone that has ardent love for you and you are acknowledging that they are there and that they have sincere feelings for you? which are you? are you the type of person that has to get everything they want or your life is going to end or is it the other way around? do you prefer getting breakfast in bed or giving your significant other breakfast in bed. well my friends this is the way i look at this situation. I believe that you should never expect anything to be given to you. You should always stop and think. Would this make the other person's day or

Stop Denying Your Sexuality After You Pull A Gay Move.
all dudes dats denying that the utter fact of your sexuality, im tellin you now, even though im not gay,doesnt mean you should deny that you are....so stop hittin on me and denyin your sexuality just say it and have a little respect for yourself.

Stop Discrimination
There are two bills in the Illinois General Assembly right now that, if passed, would give religious institutions the ability to practice discrimination even more than they already can. SB 3447 would allow for broader employment discrimination by religious institutions, as well as non-profit organizations that work in conjunction with religious institutions, and HB 5699 would allow religious institutions that provide adoptive services to discriminate against prospective parents based on religion. Please join me in opposing these bills by contacting your legislators today and urging them to say "NO" to religious discrimination. http://il.aclu.org/site/PageServer?pagename=IL_Content_BadIdeaReligDiscrimFactPage (Click at the bottom of the page to say NO.)

Stop Accusing Me Of Lying
Cassie was trying to hold icy wet black silk away from her breasts without losing her dignity. She'd soaked her face and the sides of her hair-water was dripping off the end of her nose and her chin. On a growl of impatience Miguel took possession of her wrist again, using it to haul her like a piece of quivering baggage back across the room and into the square hallway, then across it into another room. It was a huge white space of a bathroom, with unforgiving lighting that set Cassie blinking as Miguel threw a switch. Grabbing a towel off the rail, he tossed it at her. "Dry your front," he instructed, then picked up a smaller towel and stepped up close to use it on her dripping face. By now the water had warmed to her body heat and she was feeling calmer-though no less shaken by what he'd said. "What is it about you that makes you say these things?" She fired at him fiercely as she pressed the towel to her front. "Think about it." Miguels fingers took possession of he

Stop Human Trafficking!!! My Personal Story
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Imaginary-Friends/Yolanda-Jackson/e/9781608620173/ Stop Human Trafficking - The Petition Site: http://bit.ly/aS3711 via @addthis OK here it goes. I grew up in the Bahamas,on a small Island name Bimini I thought this was the only place that existed in the world until,I mother said she was leaving for America and she will be right back,I was in shock America?what is it?is it like a beach or something? I could remember her laughing and that was the last I saw of here in about I will say three or four years,a neighbor kept me along with some other Hatian children.she was not nice at all but that was all we had so we could not complain.anyway one day my mother showed back up,I knew her before she knew me,I called out to her and she looked upon me like a foreginer.I remember having a pail in my hands and I drop it on the ground the water splashing all over the place. I could not believe she did not remember me at all,she was all decked out with new

Stop The Cycle Of Violence-help Spread The Word!
Domestic ViolenceIntervention,Education,and Prevention!I am a VICTIM, are YOU!?More resources for mental abuse without being more abused by the systemGive your "Loved" One help to get out of the situation. Offer them an alternative to staying, and don't "Bitch" about it later. Ask Yourself if you were in this situation, and your self esteem had been torn down, feeling worthless, confused, hopeless, wouldn't you want help? I know its tore me down from being the "Strong" and "Dependent" Woman I was. All I want is to be that "Person" again. I want to land on my feet and have someone give me a break. I used to Drive Truck for a living (Long Haul, Local, Equipment you name it) I have been out of the Semi-Driving for a few years now. I need someone to "Give Me A Break" I'll show you what I can do. I am good at my job! Any and all help would be appreciated in helping me to maintain my "Self Worth" I just want to drive truck again...I need moral support from family, friends, and I "NEED

Stop Making Things So Damned Complicated!
In order to make the world "healthy" again, we each need to do just THESE things: Live each day with courage. Take pride in your work. Always finish what you start. Do what has to be done. Be tough but fair. When you make a promise, keep it. Ride for the brand. Talk less and say more. Remember that some things aren't for sale. Know where to draw the line The "Cowboy" ethics is a good place to start. Do you agree?

Stopped Cold
its hot the sound of the AC is tink tink tink crinkle like winter snow under my boot in july im not cold im not cold cold cold if the heat wont stop i will cold stop if you could here it would you think the same hear wondering this makes me smile but not that smile its bitter cold stop i tell myself, but i wont because i cant stop cold so i sit and listen to the tink tink crinkle tink and wonder what you are thinking cold stop and because i cant you will do it for me stop cold tink me you nothing and everything is gone and where that makes any difference i cant see stop cold stopped cold

Stop! Nana Time!
Just letting you who care know that I will be scarce the next few days. I am going to pick Blake up this evening. He will be spending the next few days with me! MUCH needed Nana time! Yay! That is all.

Stop It !!!
I got this subject: LilBoops just pimped you out! left the computer to place an order with sales dude came back to this lovelyalbe...: hellooo sweety cancel Chat 10:57am reply DanyMac300: hello there i know you dont know me all i wanted to do was write to you and say hi and give you my compliments on such a lovely sweet sexy gorgeous looking lady that you are and i do hope this message finds you happy healthy and full of smiles and when you actually do receive this message night or day you are having an amazing day all i can say is my compliments to a sweet lady indeed and all i can say is 100% definitely the 5 S,s indeed cancel Chat 10:58am reply jf1881: hey cancel Chat

Stop Abusing The Send A Round Function !!!!
~Stop abusing the "send a round" option and Interact with your friends. From here out I will not send drinks to people who are already shit-faced. I will send Gifts. I'm so tired of getting and giving drinks when I/They are already shit-faced. It's a waste of time & "fu-bucks" When everyones You know has a full buzz. Not to mention some people need to sober up or hit 50% to level at times. The send a round button was a great addition. And a curse. Stop being lazy. Its not a clickable excuse to be impersonal, lose touch with people and become a friend collector. its a quick and convenient way to send friends and fans drinks. But its not a substitute for interacting with them. So thats my opinion on it and now you know why your going to get more gifts and less drinks. ^V^

Stop This Day!!!!!!!
so far the little girl i live with broke her arm my best friend is suffering a terrible loss i had a ton of shit to get done, which i had to drop everything to help out here and to make sure everyone was safe and got home someone stole my shit and hacked my fb, also making a fake profile here. *rips out hair* just an update so people dont think im being a snob or ignoring anyone i want everyone to be safe and happy. and p.s. someone stold my kneesocks out of the dryer........who does that?? BBL

Stop The Insanity!!!
Okay so I'm not gonna stand for being called an Anti-American or a 9/11 Hater or bashed because I don't want to sit around all day and mourn the loss of people that I really did not know or had any connection to other than they were a part of this country and innocent human beings. I have seen others who are also not into posting the "Remember 9/11" all over their statuses...does that make us all co-conspirators in being Anti-American or 9/11 Haters?? I completely understand that people's lives were lost. I completely understand that it was a sad day in our history. I completely understand that some of you may have relatives or friends that died that day. I completely understand that the military has gone around the world to fight this sort of terrorist act against our country. And I completely understand that we as Americans should unite and fight this sort of terrorist act on the homefront while our military men and women do so for their families and ours outside of this country. B

Stop Complaining
im sick to death of hearing the tards complain they dont want to hear about 9-11 anymore. its a day no one will ever forget. no one should forget. do u really think we should forget all those ppl who innocently lost their lives? or the men and women who fight for us everyday. we remember on this day the most. ill never forget seeing that smoke when my whole school was sent home that day. never forget wondering if my aunt was still alive. my aunt watched her best friend walk back into the towers for the last time. morya smith may she rip was the only female nypd officer to die that day. should her daughter who was 4 years old forget her especially on this day? should her husband forget her too? we remember this day for everyone past and present. we remember for our future. we remember so we will never back down and give in to what they want. we will never be scared. you dont like hearing about it the shut ur ears and do something else. stop fucking complaining. oh and for the ass who s

Stop And Smell The Flowers
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Stop Passing Laws, Start Paying Attention
i believe in the right to bear arms but there are certain people that dont deserve that right. passing a bill isnt going to stop the violence or stop the insane person that carries out that violence. sure, there is a law about not having gu...ns near schools...but open your eyes government officials!! it hasnt stopped anything. in the past 10 years take a long look at the school shootings and the innocent lives that have been lost because of some moron that had something to prove. its time to start looking at the people! like when that teacher was talking about when he'd turn to write on the chalk board he was scared because he thought that guy would shoot him...come on!! if you feel like that, turn his ass in before its too late. trust your gut feelings and do something about it. if laws meant anything to these sick people, there wouldnt be a columbine or a va tech. its not about laws... its about trusting your instincts on people and taking actions to prevent it from e

Stop Paternity Fraud!
I wish they had a law like this in New Jersey twenty years ago! http://www.hutchnews.com/Todaystop/paternity-bill--1 State rep backs paternity bill Genetic tests would be mandatory for Kan. births - married couples' kids, too. By Mary Clarkin - The Hutchinson News - mclarkin@hutchnews.com A bill introduced Wednesday in the Kansas House of Representatives would require every child born in Kansas to submit to genetic tests to determine paternity for the child. Prior to leaving the hospital, the child, mother and alleged father shall submit to genetic tests, the bill states. When asked for clarification, bill sponsor State Rep. Melody McCray-Miller, D-Wichita, said the mother would not have to undergo DNA testing. ----------advertisement----------- The intent of the proposed bill would apply to married couples, too, even those having their second or third baby. The one-page bill states that tests shall be done by experts qualified as genetic examiners. If the birth occu

Stop Pretending Be Yourself
Most people these days have devoted their time, energy and money to showing off. Their lives revolve around being someone who they are not. They become so absorbed trying to live the lifestyle to which they do not belong. They love to be seen even though there is no substance to see (in them). They love to be shocking to get attention. They are like colorful balloons; they look pretty on the outside but they're all air in the inside. These people seem to have everything except themselves. In their pretending they have forgotten who they really are. They have come to be ashamed of their past life, friends and mostly their past selves. But these pretenders cannot escape themselves in the end. Their shallow ways of life will soon evaporate. And then, they will only be left with themselves, their real selves. They will have to look at the 'man in the mirror' whom they hate and deny. On the contrary, a person of substance is a person who does not pretend. He knows who he

Stop!! ...are You A Sheep?
STOP! Yes, you. Stop. Are you a sheep? Do you follow your friends’ trends, listen to their music and agree with everything they like? If the answer is yes, then you are a sheep! If you are happy like this, stop reading here and move along with your shallow, self-absorbed life..... ....If you are still reading, either you are not a sheep or you are a sheep that wants help. In that case, listen up, I will only say this once.... My name is "Wolf", and I eat sheep. What does that mean, you ask? That means, I enjoy breaking down other’s perceptions. I really like hurting feelings and offending people. Because if you are offended by something someone says, then you look at it harder. And in turn, you look at yourself in the process. I will not sugar-coat this message, it needs to be said in as raw and emotional a way as I can.... STOP BLINDLY FOLLOWING THE HERD! Herd mentality is what has made you this way. But your subconsc

Stop The Crap
I know I have friends here, some closer than others. My true friends know I do not like drama at all. When my ex logged into his fubar account earlier, he had several messages. These were telling him he was an idiot for losing me and doing what he did blah blah blah I am furious about this. He is still my son's father, we drives me nuts,but it is no one's place to say anything to him. If I found out someone that claims to be a friend is doing this,I will delete and block you. I am getting very close to taking a long break from this place. if you like me at all, you would not bring me anymore drama thanks

Stop All The Clocks.
I lost my best friend of 20 years today. She was an amazing, mother, wife, and friend. She really understood what it meant to be a friend. Never judged, always listened, constant shoulder, sincere, loving, not a malicious bone in her body, to name just a few of her attributes. I have so much in my head right now, but what I want to convey is how I really feel at this moment. I tend to gloss over things. I think I'll stay in the moment right now. I need to for a change. It's healthy. This is a poem by W.H. Auden. Grim, YES. It's how I feel. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and

Stop Making It Hurt ....
Stop Making it Hurt no one is hearing me the pain I deal with time to time in my mind , the lights in the sky the boxes fall from the skies, the walls falling down, I can not keep up with the sound. I am running faster and faster not looking back not saying a word no one knows how I feel inside if they care to know . I can not let it out. I ran for so long that I feel nothing inside. The sun is crying out my name to come out to play , I dare to lost all my Love in side I battle this sadness of lost of nothing. I walk just as you do , looking for some thing to feel , to eat that makes us feel good. Stop Making it Hurt .... But it will be here all my life

Stop Bullying Cyber Or In Real Life
The girl you just called fat..She's on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly.. She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped.. He is abused enough at home. See the man with the ugly scars.. He fought for his country. The 14 year old girl with a kid, that you just called a slut... She got raped. That guy you just made fun of for crying.. His mother is dying. people have already enough sorrow to deal with,pleas e don't give them anymore just cause you wanna crack a joke!Put this as your status if your against bullying. I bet 95%of you won't re-post, but I'm sure the people with a heart will ♥...Thank you

Stop It
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Stop Making Friends
Are you scared of the darkAre you afraid they’ll break your heartAre you afraid you’ll lose yourselfAre you afraid of your own health Are you scared to loseAre you afraid to chooseAre you afraid you’ll winAre you scared of your own sinAre you scared to forgiveAre you afraid to liveAre you afraid to dieDo you think it's all a lieTo liveWhen you think you’re dyingTo laughWhen you feel like cryingTo standWhen you think you’re gonna fallIt’s just fear after allIt’s only fear after allAre you afraid you’ll be aloneAre you scared to pick up the phoneAre you scared of the pastDo you think that you might crashDo you think you’re in too deepAre you afraid to sleepAre you scared there’s no stabilityAre you afraid of your own fragilityTo mendWhen you’re think you’re breakingTo strengthWhen you know you’re shakingTo prayWhen your back’s against the wallIt’s only fear after allAre you scared of the endAre you

Stopping The Hands Of Time - Spiritwind Wood
So long I dreamed of you like thislyin' next to me hereas I run my fingers through your hairwhile I feel your warm soft lipsfrom a gentle kiss fall upon my facelooking at your beauty shinewhen we embracestopping the hands of time.

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Stop Avoiding The Hot Natural Sex You Deserve: Top Reasons To Seek Impotence Treatments Right Now
Guys, it is time to face the facts: if you are struggling with male impotency and you are unable to enjoy natural sex like you once were able to do so effortlessly, it may indeed be high time that you took action. There are plenty of viable and affordable impotence treatments that are out there today that you can use to make natural sex a daily occurrence, if you so desire. While the only one who has the power to take action is you,it may take a few reasons to help convince you as to why you should seek impotence treatments to remedy your condition. While there are millions of men who suffer from erectile dysfunction, about 95% of all cases are easily treatable. Perhaps the following reasons will motivate you to take action today.No more making lame excuses in the bedroom: The best reason is this one. How many times have you made up unbelievable excuses when you couldn’t get an erection in the bedroom? News flash guys, your lover knows you are lying to them. Stop looking the othe

Stop Sequestration
It's time for everyone to speak up and let Congress know they need to do something to stop Sequestration. If you go to the link at the bottom you can submit three canned letters to President Obama and your representative in Congress. They must find another solution to cutting the budget, please read up and spread the word! Thanks, Cindy! ********************************************************************* Unless Congress acts, over $500 billion in new defense cuts will hit our military starting in January. Secretary Panetta says this "sequestration" budget would devastate our military and "hollow out" the force. It would also cut critical funding for NASA and FAA, add a full percentage point to the unemployment rate and destroy up to 1.5 million American jobs. Write your Representatives in Congress and urge them to defend our military and our economy from these reckless cuts. Sequestration would mean: The smallest army since 1950, the smallest navy since 1915, the sma

Stop And Wonder
People all around you have to stop and stare,Some will even wonder how those scars got there. I have scars too, except mine aren't as hard to hide.See yours are on your skin while mine are deep inside,My insides are damaged, so cut up and torn.Not because of sickness or third degree burns, mine are from the past. So dark and not well seen, I don't have anymore nightmares,In fact I don't even dream. I'm so torn apart, broken and hurt.My life has not been pleasant, I've been tossed and thrown in dirt.The people I have trusted the most have broken me. When I do the right things wrong my life goes round and round,When I wake up the next morning I'm lying on the ground.My heart is broken, I suffer from great pain.Some people stop and wonder "Is that person insane?"Though people try to help me mend my broken heart. I'm starting to get better but they'll never fix the partthat's dark, gloomy and ice-cold.You and I aren't that different, you suffer so do I.We both have lost a great amount,

Stop Whining And Suck It Up, Jeebus
This is not a neighborhood bar and grill, restaurant or the street corner. This is a privately owned site and the owner has his own rules and regs for us to follow. Please do not get confused on where you are at at any given time. If your avatar was removed, it was removed because it violated Fubar's Terms of Service. If you are NOT familiar with the TOS on Fubar, you can FIND them by clicking the Terms of Service LINK at the bottom of EACH page. Read them CAREFULLY. Or CLICK HERE if you are slow. "Haters" can NOT remove your avatar. Only Fubar STAFF can do that. "Haters" can only REPORT your NSFW avatar. Please make sure you understand the difference. Hating on the "Haters" just isn't "you". It's also childish and stupid to blame someone else for your "error" in violating those terms. If you can't play by someone else's rules, you can find out how to leave by visiting a bouncer, the support lounge or the FuBible. Fubar isn't all that strict, and all the whining and bitching abo

Stop Stealing My Shit!!
So last night I was talking to my baby and uploading new pictures for him. After I uploaded, i was looking through them and reading old comments he had left me because I am a total dork and like re-reading what he had to say. Before I met him, I wasn't so private. I had alot of my stuff public and didn't really care who was looking at it. I didn't think people were really looking at anything to be honest. I also thought differently. I didn't think that certain pictures were bad. I saw it as art mostly.. I liked the lighting in pictures, or the makeup.. whatever. My baby has taught me that not all people see it that way. So while I'm seeing something cool in a picture in a creative way.. some douche bag is undressing me with his/her eyes. o.O Not fucking kewl. I had no idea there was a "block rips" option on pictures.. but even after knowing about that.. its not like it makes a difference. People can still save your pictures and upload them anyways. You can't win and Fubar doesn't

Stop Talking.....
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Stop Smoking Weed
men were caught carrying large amounts of cannabis and where summond to court.the judge told them each to get as many people to quite smoking cannabis forever in one week and they will be released with all charges dropped.so off the 2 men went on their mission to avoid being charged.a week later when both men were back in front of the judge, the judge asked the first man..."how did you get on with getting as many people you could to quite smoking cannabis forever??" the man looked proudly back at the judge and said "well i got 37 people to quite cannabis!!" "WOW thats good" replied the judge "how did you manage that??" the man replied "well, i drew 2 circles, a small one and a large one, and explained to them that the large circle is their brain before they smoke cannabis and the small circle is their brain after they smoke cannabis..." "good tactic well done!......and you??" he said turning to look at the second man."well your honour" he said very smugly "i managed to get 763 people t

Stop Being Afraid Americans!!!
Speak Out and Take Back Your Freedom--No man nor woman shall be afraid to carry (display) your weapon(s) with proper permits. No man nor woman shall be afraid to say you are damn tired of your constitutional rights being infringed upon by the liar ass in the White House and elected members of Congress. Their attacking our Bill of Rights-- No man nor woman shall be afraid to tell elected representatives that under no circumstances shall a person with history of mental-conditions hold a position in local, state and federal office. No man nor woman shall be afraid to speak out because of intimidation in a country that was founded on freedom of expression. We The People should heed (take note) and not be afraid to speak out that we’ve fallen so far, and indeed, every American should be very alarmed about what’s going on in Congress and the White House, that members of Congress as with all individual Secretary of States, failed their (sworn oath) constitutional duty in turn fai

Story Of My Life
the games and the dances the friends and the foes. stayin up all nite and drink till its day the stories and the rumors the truth and its lies the years have been hell and yet they have been fun you wonder why people act like this, why does everyone need to be in a click i do not belong to just one. as i am my own i blend and i fade as if i dont wana be seen my actions and my words will never be the same i will hang wit the crowd i will try my best but i dont want to fit in and i dont wanna pretend you call me what you want you never call me by name i will be the thug i will be the geek and yes i will be the goth as well never will i be that prep that cheerleader or the prom queen nor do i care to ever be this is my teenage years this is me and who i am i am mary jo conner i am the outkast i am me i will chill wit the guys i will chill with my gurls and just

A Story I Wrote
You are sitting at the piano, and are being approached from behind. Suddenly you feel a kiss in the neck and a pair of strong arms around you. You feel how his hands cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples gently through the fabric of your blouse and bra. It calms you, sooths you, lets your spirits and feelings rise, make you come alive like you never ever felt before Your lips find his, your tongue reaches out to meet his tongue and your hands reach to his neck to pull him closer. Then you stand up and feel overcome with emotions, you feel his arms folding around your body, his hands fondling your bum. You feel your pussy getting moist and as you look in his eyes, you see the love and desire for you in it His hands open the top button of your shirt; you feel his kiss on the base of the left side of your neck as he bites you there softly. He starts to undo the 2nd button, his mouth moves down a little bit down towards your collarbone. As the 3rd button has been undone, you feel yo

Storm Of Grief
The air sags with the heaviness of grief, Anger and rage are searching for a voice Overwhelming, suddenly, all hope of reprieve The heavens burst in a storm of wailing. Their gasping pouring desolation finds its voice in thundering strobes. The gales of their moaning whip the earth with their fury and despair. Finally spent, a grieving silence settles deeply. Joy begins to lift the darkness, as the clouds of sorrow begin to part. The trees weep with gratitude, splashing their tears onto the foliage as the sky finally finds the courage to smile once more. © 2005 d. r. hyden

The Storm
The Rain Drips from the overflowing Gutters Landing atop My head Soaking to the bone The peace I once had, Knowing I was protected from the rain, Is now a fading memory. If only I could go back in time to when the gutters were not filled with anger and resentment toward one another. Another time, where they worked to protect me. It seems the storm is just too strong. I am no longer sheilded from it's wrath. At least the rain will hide the tears, as I watch My parents say goodbye, Leaving me alone to drown in the sorrow of the storm. Copyright ©2006

A Story.
This was not written by my, but was sent to me a long time ago. I do not take credit for this story, but love it still. I wish I could remember who you were friend, that sent me this story. ~*~*~*~ @}---`--- ~*~*~*~ He laid there enjoying the feeling of the fresh spring breeze and the play of the sunlight across his face. It reminded him of her. The lonely piercing call of a hawk broke the silence. It sounded impossibly distant... out of his reach. The corners of his mouth turned down into a slight frown. That sound also reminded him of her. The wind gusted, turning into a low, mournful wail as it passed through the surrounding trees. He smiled bitterly... how appropriate, he thought. Slowly, reluctantly, he opened his eyes, letting the outside world intrude. The sight disappointed him... it always did now. The colors seemed pale, as if some of the life had been drained from his surroundings. The sky didn't seem quite so blue (strange, he thought, the sky n

A Story You Might Enjoy
Cupids Quits You humans have a lot of gall. You pick one day of the year that you expect to celebrate the day of love, and, you invoke me from my retirement to don my old wings, bow and arrows and create miracles that I am just too fed up with to get involved in. Well I gotta tell ya, Psyche and I are tired of it. Do you even know what I have been through in my everlasting life? Do you even care. I have been responsible for some of the most awesome love affairs in the history of humans. But do you listen. No..... You just satisfy your wanton natures and at the first sign of trouble you split, without even trying to work out the problems. Now I am not with out feelings myself, don't get me wrong. After all I went through the most harrowing experience to win and keep the love of my life, Psyche. I mean mom was pretty jealous of her beauty and so when I said she couldn't look at me, and she did, I had no choice but to ban her. Talk about deep and traumatic pain!!! But in t

The Storm !!!!
The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been almost all day. The humidity and the pounding of the rain were making me sleepy and tired. Just plain old groggy. I decided to retire to my bedroom for a nap until the showers had ended. I was too weary to continue working on the business project that was before me. I had, for some time, been in a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like I knew who I was. Somewhere something had gotten lost. I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring air. I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to toss them into the hamper. I began to re-trace my steps, as I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped, looking curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush lips and deep grey eyes. I raised my hand

A Story From The Past
ok so everybody here is the story of my friday the 13th.... ok it starts at midnight and i am drunk and being an asshole...i guess, i really don't remember...i think i may have pissed off some good friends, which is really wierd cause when i get drunk i am usually calm and relaxed...but i had a bad day on the 12th...thats a whole other story...well i walk in to the second room of the club and run into my friend jess, she procedes to come running up to me and she jumps on me, i mean arms around me and wraps her legs around me. unfourtunately for me i am a lil bit tipsy and very unbalanced, i try put all my weight and hers on my right leg to keep us from falling, keep in mind i am intoxicated, when i get our balance i fractured my leg and tore several ligaments and muscles...i don't realize this and continue the night dancing and just being an ass. i do realize that i am in alot of pain but the alcohol numbs it. so i keep putting pressure on my leg and falling all over the place. but, i

Story
It was a cold and snowy day. The tree limbs were heavy with the freshly fallen snow. The sky was gray...as if night and day merged to become one entity. I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.....As I slowly rose out of bed I realized something wasn't quite right. An uneasy feeling overcame me and I suddenly felt scared! I slipped my bare feet into my fuzzy slippers as I had every morning of the last three years that I had lived in the wilderness. I slowly crept to the kitchen to investigate the smell that had woke me in the first place. The hallway, though narrow, seemed massive and long. With every step I took a new wave of fear would come over me. I finally made it to the entrance to the kitchen. Not sure of what awaited me on the other side of the door, I shuttered! Was I really going in there?? As if in a dream, an outer body state, I took the plunge and pushed the door open!!! There it was in front of me, standing ever still....it was green and shiny and I k

Storms
Do I dare approach passion with loaded gun? Hoping to hear your heart, to taste your tongue? Be fair I say, hearts mercies are tender, unfeigned. I believe in expanded emotions, sincerely fine grained; I open my mind that you might walk among My thoughts, knowing my heart that you are the one. Walk with me through this world..together we are sustained, Embellished as we dare to believe..allowing trust to regain. My willingness to embrace you, am I silenced, unfinished? Ambushed by a computer screen is it forever diminished? 3/8/04 Copyright ©2006

Story
Hey this is where i will post my more or less gramatically correct stories as i think of them....if you want to read some of my earlier stuff go 2 www.fictionpress.com and search author All the Things in Life. =D luv ya's *kiss* bi!

Story From Gina Page
Mr. PUSSY As he stroked my body, I thought back to the first time we spoke. He was very sure of himself. He greeted me in french. What black man takes out the time to learn french other than in high school because they had to? Yes, yall.....he came at me with some bonjoir shit. It caught me off guard....and I never get caught of guard. He walked right up to me...... in the middle of downtown Atlanta....and tilted his head. “Bonjoir, kdvjnvgfbvhjdnakjkajdd?” That’s what it sounded like to me. “Excuse me? Were you addressing me?” “Wee, fhgvarhsoijfaegnvnfngjn;nsk.” exactly! What the fuck was he saying to me? I felt kinda stupid. I consider myself an intellectual woman, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around what he was saying. So he showed me mercy.... as I stood there with a blank look on my face.....he started to talk in English. “I said....hello an

Stormy Passion
STORMY PASSION (jersonly1) DESCRIPTION: It was a hot and stormy July night in tornado alley. Tracy was in the kitchen doing the dishes when her husband Boe came creeping through the door. She didn't even realize he was there. Boe stood and watched her. She was wearing a white summer dress with no shoes on, her long brown hair was in curls from the humidity of the day and hung loosely down her back. Tracy's well endowed chest was pressed hard against the fabric of the small dress and the cut was low enought to show her tattoo of a little green hummingbird on her left breast. As Boe stood watching is beautiful wife he couldn't help but become a little hot. Her hips were swaying side to side from the movement of doing dishes and a little from the music she had playing in the backround. The thought of Tracy's hips moving brought naughty thoughts to Boe's head and he felt himself starting to press against his jeans. BODY: He moved in behind Tracy and took her hips with hi

Story
Adrian sat there, quietly, with her elbows on the dinning room table, and her hands on the back of her neck, softly messaging it, as she tried to not let her nerves get the best of her, even through there were tears running, slowly, down her face. It was the anniversary of the tenth year of her, and her husband’s marriage, and he promised he would come home early from work to celebrate it with her. He promised her that they would sit down, and talk about all the problems that arose during the last ten years. They would talk about the beatings, the alcohol, and the women. He always promised her this, but every year it was a let down. She thought for some reason, though, that it would be different this year, but it seemed like the same thing will happen this year, like it did the year before, and the year before that one. He would stumble through the door, late at night, reeking all vodka, and cheap perfume, then he would slowly make his way to the frig, grab a beer, and go to pass ou

The Storm
The skies slowly hazed over to a dark shade of gray as a storm started to roll into the valley. Rain began to finally pour and thunder and lightning echoed off in the distance. It was a lovely day by her standards. She loved storms. She hummed softly to herself as she stood in her bathroom getting ready to go to work. She was a clerk at a convenience store and was looking forward to her night. She grinned to herself as she thought, "I feel like I am getting ready for a date, not work." She got dressed, put on her makeup and her best smelling perfume. Of course her annoying husband had come home early that day and he had given her a hard time about the outfit she had chosen to wear to work. Disgusted, she replied to him, "I can wear whatever I want." She left it at that and then got dropped off down the street, forgetting all about her husband the minute she walked through the doors of the store and saw her very sexy assistant manager. He was one of those tall, dark, handsom

A Story With A Moral
Once upon a time, a young lad was born without a belly button. In its place was a golden screw. All the doctors told his mother that there was nothing they could do. Like it or not, he was stuck with it. All the years of growing up were really tough on him, as all who saw the screw made fun of him. He avoided ever leaving his house and thus, never made any friends. One day, a mysterious stranger saw his belly and told him of a swami in Tibet who could get rid of the screw for him. He was thrilled. The next day he took all of his life's savings and bought a ticket to Nepal. After several days of climbing up steep cliffs, he came upon a giant monastery. The swami knew exactly why he had come. He was told to sleep in the highest tower of the monastery and the following day when he awoke, the screw would have been removed. The man immediately went to the room and fell asleep. During the night while he slept, a purple fog floated in an open window, bearing in its mist, a

A Story That Will Touch Your Heart!!
"Rose" The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friend

Storms
STORMS Im sitting as the wind is howling the rain is beating down,and the lightning has the sky lite up ,the thunder echoing through the house,I see at a distance the flashing of red and blue lights as they whisk down the road close to my home,fear races through my heart as to think someone could be in seriuos trouble on this oh so violent night.I spring from my resting place to peak out my window,seeing the raw power of mother nature as she unleashed 80mph straight winds,the lights they flicker once,then twice,and on the third time they go out,I feel humbled and without control as I sit in the dark listening helplessly as the storms one after another race past our community.I realise that in an instant anyone at anytime can be taken from our lives,as the blink of an eye,oh how humbling and thought provoking it can be to sit powerless,hoping for everyones best,I feel heavy eyed as the storms violence slowly comes to and end, as I drift off to sleep I feel a presence one of pe

A Story From A Soldier
COMMENTARY A Soldier's Plea: Honor Our Sacrifice in Iraq When Sgt. 1st Class James Martin deployed to Iraq, he had firm, negative opinions about the Iraqi people. Now, the Army National Guard soldier's perspective has changed. By U.S. Army Sgt. 1st Class James Martin 230th Forward Support Battalion BAGHDAD, Iraq — Today I was sitting in the foyer of the clinic in Iraq. It had been a fairly busy day: a couple of cases of pink-eye, a few upper respiratory infections, many muscle strains, a broken leg. We treated about 50 soldiers and one Iraqi civilian who was trying to get something out of a car just before it exploded. I am not convinced he was not a bad guy. One thing is for certain, he would be dead by now if not for our medics, who gave immediate care to his injuries, and our providers who had given subsequent care for weeks now. When he was first brought in, I thought he would lose his hands, but today it appears he will be all right. The look in his eyes tell

Story Of My Life.
My brothers and i went to the toy store haha and just played around in there for like 3 hours. It was rather amusing. My puppy just got sprayed with this puppy shit thats rather stinky and i hate it. Im cold. Freezing cold, and im in pain. But i don't care. Its life. We bitch, we complain, we get walked on, we get used. But we wake up every morning and go day by day with our routines. Always the same thing. Lifes so amusing isnt it. And oddly enough sometimes its predictable and others its unpredictable. But shit happens, seriously, what can you do about it. Nothing. We just smile and go on like nothings wrong. And sometimes you realize that all the thoughts inside your head arent real, they're just "there" and other times you wonder why you're taking the steps you have, and you wanta take 2 steps back and go hey did i really just do that but then you realize hey, i did, ya know. You cant change your past. And sometimes you dont want to, and others you do. But never regret anything,

Story To The Pic Of My Kissing Kristol
Ok, so the story to that pic goes like this... I was married. To a guy named Brandon. I am bisexual and as a way to keep things fresh, and to abort some other issues that will not be named here, we had 3 somes and 4 somes. Well Kristol, who's brother married my step cousin, moved in with us for awhile. She thinks i'm hot, Brandon thinks everything with a clit is hot. Well I found out that they were fucking. And that she was pregnant by him. WHile both of them were living there off my dime. Neither of them worked and I worked two jobs.And I took care of the house and my 2 kids that live with me. So of course I got some black mail pics, I.E. that pic. Brandon and Kristol are still together now, and their baby is not well and they lost custody of her. Brandon has cheated on her with over 10 girls in the past year and got her sister and best friend pregnant as well. You get what you deserve dirty bitches! ~~~~UPDATE~~~~~ Her sister lied.. sleazy chicks.. go fig. My ex's bab

Story, Pt. 1, The Characters
Characters Christina (twitch) eyes: blue hair: black flippy emo style clothes: emo age: 17 1/2 Amanda (spike, chunky munky) eyes: brown/hazel hair: blonde and pink sorta longish, over eyes emo style age: 17(soon to be 18 in about 2 months) Justin (bam) eyes: chocolate brown hair: dark brown longish clothes: metal/rocker age: 19 Ryan (psycho) eyes: brown hair: 3/4 blonde 1/4 brown skunk style clothes: gangsta/rocker age: 19 Jerum eyes: blue and brown switch hair: dark brown hair clothes: everything from punk/emo to metal age: 2 1/2 Rochelle (maw maw) hair: white eyes: green clothes: grandma style. lol. age: 72 Matt (emo blob) hair: dark brown eyes: brown clothes: redneck/rocker age: 23 John (squishy) hair: blonde eyes: blue clothes: redneck/prep age: 21

Story Time!!!
Midsummer Nights’ Dreams - Her Night 1 It was the third night in a row. She woke up, her heart pounding, the sheets wet with her sweat… and her lips waiting for his kiss. The dream was vivid and always the same. His voice calling her, his hands on her skin… she shivered in the breeze from the air conditioning, but it wasn’t because of the cold. She tried to rationalize this, figure out what the dream meant. She didn’t think she knew him but, if he really existed, she wanted to. She got up, flipped on the bathroom light, got a glass of water, drank it so fast she could feel the drops spill out the sides of her mouth and down her naked chest. She looked in the mirror and saw his face. Her breath started to come faster, her nipples puckered and hardened. She clicked the switch to dark, made her way back to bed. As she lay down and pulled the blankets on her, her fingers brushed the straining flesh of her breasts. She heard his voice: You are so hot. Her hands squeezed,

The Story Of Iron Maidens Eddie
Eddie was born with no body and no arms and no legs. Just a head. But despite this slight birth defect his parents loved him very much. So on his sixteenth birthday they run into a doctor that says "Hey, I can give Eddie a body"... so the parents are going totally nuts because finally their kid can have a body and be like other normal people. They go home and are really excited and say "Have we got a surprise for you. It's the best present ever!" and Eddie says "Oh, no, not another fucking hat!"

Story Donnie Sent Me While He Was In Cuba..
THE PATH While talking to her friend at work Jesse told her that she was loosing all hope in man and that she wished that she was a compleat lesbian instead of just bi-sexual, Carol ask her why she would say such a thing, thinking god she has the best of both worlds when one doesnt satisfy her she can go to the other or even have both and not feel auckward or guilty. Jesse said that she is tierd of going out to the clubs and hoping to find someone to not only please but satisfy her I have found pleanty of men who are filling and able to preform quite nicely but are not able to satisfy me she said, it is like there is some thing missing some thing that needs to be touched or felt or even done but I can't quite put my finger on it. It wasnt that Jesse wasnt beautiful no not by any means she was and had a captivating smile and a very out going personality someone you were drawn to in a way and very sexually open to new things, she had gained a little wait since collage and w

The Story Of All That Is Or Was
cruelty is my name and my mother pride my brother is chivalry but my brother has died anger is my name and my father is heart but those known as emotions pulled my father apart evil is my name and my maker is man and my brother is god and my nest is his land hate is my name im addicted to race my companion is ration but he can never keep pace birth is my name and my parent is death i give the anguish and they give the rest hell is my name i spawned off of you look deep inside it has to be true

A Story I Wrote....
Several months have passed and the time has finally arrived for us to take our first trip together. I know you get carsick so as I load up the truck, in the back of my mind I hope that you're able to sleep on the way. Not only do I want you to be rested, I still haven't told you where I'm taking you. I hope that you sleep right up to the moment we turn off the highway onto that windy rode down to the lake. As I finish putting in the last suitcase you come out with that huge smile, still begging me to tell you where we're going. I just smile and say you'll see soon baby. As dawn sets I lean over and whisper wake up honey, we're here. As you open your eyes, I hear that sexy voice say, I'm sorry baby did I sleep the whole way? As I lean over and kiss your lips I just smile and say, thats why we left at night honey. I wanted you to. As I take your hand and walk towards the cottage I am amazed at how beautiful this place is. I'm not sure if its because I was in the desert so long or what bu

The Storm
I am going to vomit! my throat hurts. I scream in the night. The sick feeling comes again. its the trigger of you I feel the panic, and close my eyes tight. Clutching at my security blanket. I hide in the closet of my mind. my own horror movie. I can hear you getting close. I hold my breath. The pounding of my heart drowns. close my eyes tight. I can feel my mind pray. When you near where I hide, I crawl further away. Prayer turn to mental pleads The Door opens. I shrink away. Why do I hide, you'll always find me. Then before I can scream. I am lost in the blinding light; the light of your anger. When I wake, broken and stiff, the cycle starts over again. The Calm, The Sick, The Storm.

A Story I Wrote
It was cold in the mountains….the setting was cold, a feather dusting of snow falling and lying amongst the hills and valleys…its sight was a dream come true for this day, I had felt a presence yet not knowing of its existence…I yearn of who or what it could possibly be… As I stare out the window from my bedside, I noticed how bright the sky was that morning. I reached for my pillow and held it tight. Drifting off into a place in my life when things were less complicated. I remember a day when the snow would be so many feet high and I as a child played in it just to slide down the rail of my grandmothers old staircase and the rush at that moment blew and brushed the cheeks on my face…it was then that I realized why I had loved the feel of this wind against my face, still. While still in my mind I knew it was time to get up, the stairs on the front needed to be salted and shoveled. I got up and dressed warm, putting boots and gloves on , doubled my clothing to keep warm. I w

Stories From The Er
>HARD TO BELIEVE, BUT THESE ARE ALL TRUE STORIES FROM >EMERGENCY ROOMS AROUND THE COUNTRY: > >FEMALE SOFA----- A 500 lb. woman from Illinois was >examined in a hospital. During the examination, an >asthma inhaler fell from under her armpit, a dime was >found under one of her breasts and a remote control >was found lodged between the folds of her vulva. >eeewwwww..... > > >PRICKLY PAIR-----OUCH! In Michigan, a man came into >the ER with lacerations to his penis. He complained >that his wife had "...a rat in her privates..." which >bit him during sex- --(not the first conclusion I >would have drawn, I don't think). After an examination >of his wife, it was revealed that she had a surgical >needle left inside her after a recent hysterectomy. > > >PING PONG ANYONE? ----- A 20 year old man came into >the ER with a stony mass in his rectum. He said that >he and his boyfriend were fooling around with concrete >mix, when his boyfriend had the idea o

The Storm
Sitting here watching the world go by, rain down the windows like the tears that I cry, the cold, the damp a reflection of heart endless aching because we're apart Sitting here next to the river so free, offerings like boats are just leaves from a tree, the wind and the rain, depicting my pain, roars of thunder screaming your name Sitting here next to the fire so bright, But it can't chase away the shadow of night, flash of lightning, but no fear Hoping the storm is a sign that you're near Lying here with my dreams for a guide, the storm growing wilder, it comes from inside Closing eyes, sleep wins, storm stops for now - but tomorrow begins.

A Story I Wrote Entitled The Begining
Kitalia princess of the underworld walked through an empty feild, her tattered clothes clinging to every curve telling you she was a woman, her hair fell around her face like ebony curtains and the only thing you could clearly make out where her eyes that shown like the pale silver moonlight. After walking through the feild for a while she appears at a tavern, where she knocks once and then walks in remembering that she doesn't have to knock because it was a public place and it was also very open so then she just opens up the tavern door and walks in. Upon entering she gets flooded with rock music from the band playing on stage,which abruptly stops because of her entrance and the way she looks, She decides to walk around the bar and sit down and show off her lenghthy legs. Upon doing so she gets looks from a mile around wondering why she is here and how her clothing got to be so torn and tattered she simply walks slinkily across the room and got up on stage and talked into the

Story I've Been Tryin To Finish
Story about all Three: Just the other night I had a dream about getting married by a Waterfall, which was beautiful, and when I got married, me and my wife went to Hawaii for our honeymoon, and after that we started to travel around the world to see many place that me and her haven’t been to before which was awesome as hell. But usually when I do dream it is always protecting someone I love and care for. Which sometimes my dreams can get strange once a while, but most of the time I dream about 5 different types of dreams like being in space fighting an army that can’t be stop or I will dream that I am saving people like my friends that been stopped by police officers or by an army from beyond the grave. And usually when I do dream like that I am a one man army fighting a war to make people’s dreams more peaceful and calm, and a lot of times I usually never win from the war. Cause most of the time when I do dream I am dying in everyone no matter how strong I get from it they always t

The Story Of Adar (so Far)
My name is Adar. I am the childe of Yanna. I walk the Road of Humanity. Now then, I'm sure I've already lost you in some way or another. When I say that I am the childe of Yanna I don't mean that I came from her whom, no, I was not born of her, I was reborn of her blood. I am a Cainite, what you would call a vampire. For 1400 and some odd years, I have stalked the night. But wait wait, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. My life began in the year 545, I was born, I grew up, blah, blah, blah, When I was 14 I was already the best hunter in my Germanic village. At 15 the Romans came. I was taken from my village and made into a slave. That didn't last too long though. My owner was a Roman general who didn't believe in letting a strong arm go to waste when being attacked. Did you know that to go from a foreign tent slave to a "soldier of little pay" all you have to do is kill a few more foreigners? Yeah, they let you right in. Well back to the story. So I was allowed into the

The Story Of My Marriage...
If you know me....and don't want to talk to me anymore after you read this i completely understand...some of this has some run on sentences and junk like that....well guess what...i cried alot when i wrote it, fuck you if you have a problem with my gramar.... All my life sent my life trying not to disappoint people. It started with my mother constantly saying how she hated men. I always felt like I disappointed her for being born with a penis. My mother was very disappointed with life in general and was very abusive, maybe to let out some of her rage. My feelings and my ass were hurt a lot, and I realized at an early age that I did not want to disappoint people. And I spent most of my life doing things to keep others from being disappointed. On my 21st birthday my friend Tim called me and asked if I could help recover his car that broke down the night before two hours away on the turnpike. He didn’t remember that it was my birthday and with out mentioning it at all I spent my e

A Story From A Child With Cystic Fibrosis
Cystic Fibrosis by Chris Dawson Oh here we go once again They tip me upside down And pat and poke me till I cough And spit and almost drown But hey it's not so often now That we've got our new routine It's the slickest operation That this condition's ever seen I have got my diet plan you see My inhaler and my pills Supplements and medicines To sort out other ills I do everything the Doctors And Nurses say I ought But best of all I like the bit That involves me doing sport So I'm outdoors most often Throwing mud and climbing trees Swimming and playing football (after I've washed my knees) But when things aren't quite so good And it's nebuliser time I like to write some poetry And just suits me fine!

A Story
We have just returned to your apartment from walking. The air is heavy with rain, not quite ready to storm, but the feeling of anticipation is there. All throughout the course of the night there have been innocent touches, brushes against each other, each one adding to the energy in the air. Walking into the apartment more touches, a hand on your back, your arm against mine. We are alone here. With a kiss, you leave to take a shower before dinner. I jokingly ask if you want company and this time you say yes. Warm water running over us, my hands roaming, exploring you, the smell of soap and you filling my nostrils. Turning around, you feel me pressing against your back, feeling my excitement grow. My hands still roving, cupping your breasts, our lips then our tongues meeting as you grab my head. My hands drift lower, down your stomach, between your legs, feeling that marvelous wamth as I open you, that soft wetness I crave. Both of us driven crazy by desire, actin

A Storm Is Brewing....
You Are Storm Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses. Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene. Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning Which of the X-Men Are You?

The Story Of A Vampire
The Story of a Vampire In this coffin lay me down -- Let my spirit rest; And upon your sweet return grant my last request. Long my footsteps wandered here in the dark of night; It has been eight hundred years since I glimpsed the light. Lately in this solitude I have sought a clue As to why I torture my deadened heart with you. What good is the lovely night for eternity If my dearest love will die and abandon me? This, my safe, my darkened tomb forces us apart; Kiss me, Love, then drive the stake through my broken heart. These are the words that course threw my mind as I remember that fateful night. The night that you turned me into what I am. The night you turned my mortality in for immortality without my consent. The night I became something I had never heard of. A creature of the night. No longer a human being. I am now something that is undead living among those with a pulse! It was the night of my best friends dbutante ball. We didn't

Stormy Morning
good morning lover it's time to wake up look what the new day brought a promise of rain a roar of thunder a flash of lightning a trembling that shakes us like an earthquake as we hold each other tight as love flows like magma we rock there together in the dawn's smoldering light hours pass, time stands still you whisper moan into my ear mmmmmmmmmm I love you I smile and stroke your face and gaze in to your eyes such a wonderful day for a storm

The Story Of A Bitch
Ok so this bitches name is courtney. Ive known her ever since i moved to this town, unfortunatly. But i never really started talking to her until i got into high school. Well of course my best friend Betsy had a problem with her and she was right... Courtney is a slut/whore/bitch/cunt whatever you wanna call her shes everything. Very manipulative... Because of her I almost lost 2 very good friends. One of them i knew for 4 years and he is a sweetheart. I hooked those two up basically and she pulled on his heartstrings and played him. When they fought i was stuck in the middle.. so being a girl i took her side.. little did i know she was such a bitch. So after a while she still playin him he just wised up and i saw him at a co-workers sons birthday party. He appologised to me for making such a big mistake because i warned him. But we are friends now. She is now toying with another friend of mine. Tyler who ive known since i moved here.. her neighbor. Shes just pullin him along. or at le

Story
Life is not about the end of the story , whre you put down the book,with a satified sigh. Its about all the chapters in between, that make your heart race, bring a smile and make you cry as you work your way. Deliciously exhausted at the end, where you get to say,,,,,,,, THAT WAS A GREAT STORY

A Story...
A Story As a introduction I am posting a story which I have written about the conflict of being a faithful wife and a slut. Composed by Justine© Authors Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Justine," the alter ego of a model. Now, I have written different stories about my life: my inner mind and psyche, my experiences and the flaw in my character, my weakness for sex, about how I could have said NO, but I let things happen to me. Perhaps some of you will relate to my real life experiences and sexual desires while some of you will undoubtedly fantasize about them and me. I would like to paint you a picture … I would like to invite you to take a look in my large bedroom. It's the place where I have these dark thoughts and delicious fantasies running in

Story Idea?
This shall sound very twisted...but most stories probably seem that way before they become hashed out. I need some input on an idea for a short story...possibly more, but we'll start small. I was having a discussion with a friend about weddings.... no before your thoughts go any further, not a wedding for myself or for her, nor a plan on a wedding in the foreseeable future, easy tiger, down off that idea. The discussion kinda progressed into an idea from an episode of Seinfeld. In this episode Jerry was "married" but not for the sake of love, simply for the sake of the benefits offered by a local drycleaners for reduced dry-cleaning prices. I suggested that it would almost be a funny idea to scam out a whole wedding not for those benefits, but for the massive amounts of gifts and or money that comes with such an event. Yeah, see, that jaw dropping you're doing, that's the twisted part I warned you about, lol. As I said in the convo, this is not something I would even con

The Story Of My Daughter
So, before I begin, let me preface this by thanking all of you for your Comments about my Daughter. She's an incredibly beautiful girl, and I am damned proud of her. The thing is, my daughter is a lot like me in many ways. We have similar tastes in music, movies, etc - And we think so much alike it's rather scary. Here's the funny thing though. My daughter was raised away from me. You see, when she was 3, her mother married another man, and moved away. Despite assurances that I'd never be kept away from my daughter, 6 months later suddenly the phone number I had was disconnected, and despite many attempts, I couldn't find them. Seems that the new Husband somehow was listed as Father on the Birth Certificate - Despite the fact they didn't even KNOW each other at the time. I'm guessing he didn't like me much, because my Daughter now had HIS last name (Still does). Even more sad, her mother left him when my daughter was 7 - And left her with HIM. So, she was raised by neit

"story Of Our Lives"
TWIZTID LYRICS "Story Of Our Lives" [Monoxide] I want everybody listening now to say this Twiztid is the muthafucking shit And everybody else who feels that I'm a little out of line Come see me when you hitting rewind and you will find That I'm an ex-con serial killa axe wielding for real-a big gorilla As I walk in the shadow of death I bitch slap his ass and then I light a cigarette I told you all I'm addicted to drugs and weird sex And putting holes in the back of your neck carnival reject Respect like you do to don dada when you see me give your boy a holler Got the world in a shock collar like a rotweiler on the loose Running trains on your girls caboose Don't believe in the truce we gonna fight until somebody here dies I been here since 1865 and no lies [Chorus] This is the story of our lives Come and take a look at my eyes Keep it real and tell me no lies We've been waiting for you Here we go This is the story of our lives Come and take a look at my

A Story For A Late Night
A Story for a Late Night by cute4u791 © Kevin was my next door neighbor. We had run into each other once or twice before, but had never spoken. Now we were the only two people on the elevator in our apartment complex. He had shaggy blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and was perfectly toned. I could tell because he was wearing a short sleeve shirt and some basketball shorts. "So, are you going to workout?" I asked. He looked at me with those deep blue eyes and smiled. "How'd ya' guess?" "The basketball shorts gave it away." I could feel my cheeks getting hot. If the sexual tension was a snake, it would've bitten me in the hand. "Yeah, so you're my next door neighbor right?" He questioned. I felt so dumb. I hadn't even thought that he wouldn't know who I was. "Um, yeah I am. Sorry about that." I reached out my hand and he took it gracefully. He had large hands that made mine disappear. "Naw, it's okay. So where are you off to today?" I looked down at what I was w

Stormy Weather
storming outside raining coming down curled up in bed with my lady love kissing her deeply listening to the wind blow undressing her slowly in total bliss with her turning her over massaging her back taking all stress away hearing her sigh kissing the back of her neck working my way down her spine seeing her shiver with desire reaching her perfect ass massaging her there kissing each cheek rasing her onto her knees i see how wet she is diving in to take a tatse nothing could taste so sweet licking her enflaming her passion probing with my tongue going so deep feeling the pressure within as i slide in an out tasting such sweet juice i can almost shout hearing her moan as her arousal shows leaning back to me grinding into my face taking every drop i can take wanting more an more an orgasm runs through her as she moans out loud falling down in a heep smiling so sweet calls out my name i love you so much

Stormy
Well, the storm here in the Pacific Northwest is in full swing. I'm actually hearing branches hit my roof and the closest trees are at least 35 feet away. I've seen no less than 6 people wrestling with their inside out umbrellas. That part is actually kind of funny, but I feel for them, I really do. Just wanted to let you all know that if it looks like I'm on and I don't answer..... well, it probably means my power went out. Which I've heard it does here, quite often. So I figure, if it's going to happen, tonight's the night. =( Sigh, I'll just have to cuddle with my kitty if it comes to that, and thank goodness I have plenty of candles so I can still read my book.

Story
This is a few lines to a story i started. If anyone has any suggestions as to what i should do next, let me know. She stared hopelessly into his eyes searching for something, anything that would give her the slightest comfort. His eyes both distant and questioning peered down at her, her hair, her skin, her mouth. So warm, his eyes were so warm. They reminded her of the ocean kissing the shore; big pools of aqua, teal and at their center a rich honey. See me, she willed, see…me. For a split second something seemed to wash over him, kindness, sympathy, love? Then he did something she never expected. His lips pressed against hers tentatively until he felt her body relax and accept his touch. She knew this couldn’t be real but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away, and then it hit her. In his kiss she tasted a thousand cries, a thousand fears, and a thousand lies.

A Story For Coma Blue Eyes
Once upon a time I was at a bar with my friends. We were listening to live music and having a grand old time... But there was this drunk jerk there who kept grabbing the women, licking them, biting them, and rubbing them. Most of the women were too drunk to do much besides push him a little and whine. I went outside and sat down for some air, and the drunk jerk followed me. He squatted next to my chair and started stroking my arm. I told him to back the fuck off. He said, "Or what?" and I glared at him. The drunk jerk bit my arm. I drew back my arm and hit him in the chest so hard with my elbow that he flattened on the pavement. He cried out when he hit and yelled, "What did you do that for?!" "Because you bit me, you fucker!" I yelled back, and all the people around me were singing my praises. I can hold my own. The End. :)

Story Of Thanksgiving
Throughout history mankind has celebrated the bountiful harvest with thanksgiving ceremonies. Before the establishment of formal religions many ancient farmers believed that their crops contained spirits which caused the crops to grow and die. Many believed that these spirits would be released when the crops were harvested and they had to be destroyed or they would take revenge on the farmers who harvested them. Some of the harvest festivals celebrated the defeat of these spirits. Harvest festivals and thanksgiving celebrations were held by the ancient Greeks, the Romans, the Hebrews, the Chinese, and the Egyptians. The Greeks The ancient Greeks worshipped many gods and goddesses. Their goddess of corn (actually all grains) was Demeter who was honored at the festival of Thesmosphoria held each autumn. On the first day of the festival married women (possibility connecting childbearing and the raising of crops) would build leafy shelters and furnish them with couches made wi

Story Time.....
"Whimp!" He turns to her, his expression darker, "That's 10 when you get home. And if you want to argue about it, I can double it." Her eyes go wide, then her gaze drops to the floor. He's warned her before. They both know it. And he's been delivering on her punishments for being bad, and disobeying the rules. He watches her, and smiles to himself when he catches her grinning at her friend, who has overheard the exchange between them. "So, you are in the mood to play," he thinks. The day continues on normally, stops at stores for odds and ends, dinner, online stuff when they get home, etc. The kids are finally asleep, and in their rooms, when he looks over to her and smiles. One of his rules for her is easy, no bras at home. Easy, because she's more comfortable with out them. For her - the less she has on, the more comfortable she is. Which of course, suits him just fine. She smiles back with the innocent and teasing smile she has, batting her eyes. "Upstairs with you ki

A Story Of Loving
By John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago, about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy. Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the first day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange…very strange. Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I ad

A Storm
Your hot, wet tongue Lashes out Against my sensitive flesh As you lap up The sweet nectar within What you so crave What I so need My body arches And I cry out Moan Surrendering to The sweet invasion My hands grip your head, Anchoring me in the storm You are slowly building within my body Again and again Your tongue lashes at me, Caressing Pulsing Probing Slowly driving me out of my mind Until! Oh God… My body tightens Shudders A long low moan wrenching from my throat As the waves of ecstasy sweep me away

Story 2
She lay in bed listening to rain beat against her window, the soft tinkling forming its own intricate melody gently pushing her towards sleep. Her aqua sheets fell out in waves around her. They were the color of the Pacific as it kissed the shores of the Keys. The moonlight danced over the sheets creating a light that shone like diamonds around her. She wrapped herself in them over and over, bathing in their comfort. She couldn’t get it out her mind; get him out of her mind, the way he looked at her, the way she reacted to him. “Come here, now.” Elita stepped proudly across the room. She drew out every stride, every look, every breath. If he wanted her he was going to have to wait for it. She rested her hands on the arms of his massive chair and tentatively leaned into him. She breathed in the scent of him, fresh pine and sweat, and just below that, something richer, deeper, and intoxicating. Any suggestions?

Story Behind My Stitches
Some background - at work I am a parts driver for a big car dealer (Honda, Volvo, Infiniti), delivering parts to their wholesale accounts (other shops). Last Tue at work, the mexican over at Honda had a frame rail laying across some hoods and panels. I needed to get to a couple of those panels, so asked Julio to move the frame rail. He does move the frame rail, and puts it on the ground. As I'm pulling one of those panels out, I hit that frame rail with the inside of my right ankle. A couple mins later I look down, and see my sock is red, so I pull my sock to the side, to see a deep cut. I instantly knew this would need stitches, and let my boss know. He sent me with one of the other drivers over to the hospital, to get it checked out, and they too said it would need stitches. Six stitches actually. After they were done sewing me up, they said I could not drive, at least until the stitches come out. So I had it arranged at work that one of the other drivers who lives somewhat clo

A Story
As i sat at the chair, wondering where my bra had gone and why it was so cold, i felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned around an "agh jenn why are you touching me wtf?" ha! this is illysia meep!. Rich will get this. lol

Story 1
So there i was, just chillin in a forest. When out of nowhere A tree pimp slappend me with a branch. And i was like "WTF!" And it was like "LMAO, You talk in chat form!" So i was all "Bitch! So do you!" And so like i pulled out a lighter and started to smoke a blunt. ANd the tree was like "Pass that shit" And i said "Fuck U tree!" SO he picked me up with a branch And fuckin ate me! True story.

Story 2
So there i was, Going to the deli To get a sub. When this baby said " Let me get a dollar" And i said " I only got enough for my sandwich!" Then the baby reached into his pocket and pulled out a used diaper and threw it at me! So i was like " Hey baby, dont make me kick your ass!" Then the Diaper Exploded on my pants, Then i passed out and the baby took my money & and my socks! True story!

The Storm
The Storm As the violent storm rips through the silence of the night. It seems to match all the emotions I feel inside. The wind sways and topples trees, That is exactly what life's problems have done to me. Lightning flashes and rain begins to fall from the sky. I take a deep breath and sigh, as the tears fall from my eyes. I know the storms are needed to help the earth to grow and survive. I know that my problems will help me to grow and strive, because of the lessons they leave behind. The thunder roars and echos through the the night. I scream and vent all hurt and anger inside. As the storm passes giving way to sunrise, I will stand again to fight in dawn's morning light.

Storm (a Poem)
Darkening sky the clouds turn black The sun retreats in fear Ominous feelings of doom and joy As the storm draws near Darker still now day is night Bringing out my primal fear Lightning flashes thunder cracks The storm is finally here The wind begins to bend the trees To and fro their tossed The heavens cry its many tears Inside the storm I'm lost White jagged bolts tear through the sky The only brightness to be found Less than a second then its lost Then thunder shakes the ground Scary as it is it's fun The storm is at its hight The dark clouds all swirl round and round It is a frightful sight Slowing now the strong winds fade Heavens tears begin to dry Only distant flashes can be seen In the brightening sky It's over now the sun is back I'm happy yet I'm sad I love and hate them always have Since I was a lad

The Storm
For anyone who hasn't heard about Wa. State, we has a massive storm which knocked power out to more than a million people. We were out of power for three days and with temperatures reaching 20 degrees at night, made for a rough few days. In our area winds were clocked at close to 75 mph. By KOMO Staff & News Services Watch the video SEATTLE (AP) - Two more people died in storm-related deaths, as utility crews were working nonstop through the weekend to restore service to hundreds of thousands of people still without power after the windestorm. The storm was the worst in more than a decade, leaving two people dead on Saturday and sending several dozen people to a local hospital after they suffered carbon monoxide poisoning. The News Tribune reports a Spanaway man whose home lost power died Saturday when a candle he was using for light ignited a fire. And a 26-year-old man was found dead in Kirkland on Saturday morning with a generator running in his living room

Story Time
Walking threw a forest at night I’m looking for my other half who shall complete me, and shall make me whole. But I’ll I see is the snow quietly falling from the sky and the full moons light peaking threw the holes of the tree tops. I seem to walk forever. The endless forest seems to taunt me, as I look for the one. I suddenly walk into a clearing, the moon light reflecting off the freshly fallen snow, theirs not a cloud in the sky, yet it continues to snow quietly. A soft howl of a wolf can be heard in the distance. I walk to the middle of the clearing, I stand slowly taking in this miraculous sight I’m seeing. A woman down on the ground taking care of a wounded wolf, from where I stand it looks as if the wolf was injured by a hunter’s bullet. I run to help the young woman, as I near her I slow in astonishment of how beautiful she looks. She asks me for help to take the animal back to her cabin, I agree and pick the wolf up and carry him for her. Her blond hair seems t

Story Of My Life...
You know that moment in your life that you might be making a bad choice, but don't care and want to go through with it anyways? How about after being laid-off, wrecked you truck, bills to pay, Christmas is here, and you have nothing to give? That is my year. The story of my life. If you have, then do what makes YOU happy. Live on and be free. But this is my entry for this day.

The Story Behind The Candy Cane
The Candy Cane has long been a Christmas tradition. It's sweet peppermint taste has been enjoyed by young and old for years. But did you know what it symbolizes? It is a hard candy because the church is built on solid rock and God's promises are a firm foundation. (Matt 16:18) (1Thess 5:24) The large red stripe is for the blood Jesus shed for our sins on the cross. (John 19:34-35) In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace.) The smaller stripes are for the stripes upon his back when he was beaten by the Roman soldiers. (Isaiah 53:5) The white is for Jesus innocence ( Heb 4:15) For we do not have a High Priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are - - yet was without sin.) and our innocence we have in Him (Rev 7:9) After this I looked and there was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people

Story Time
HUMILATING PORKY by cowgirl the two girls sat across from me in the library.they were in their late teens, but were about as mature as a couple of eight year olds! they whispered and giggeled looking in my direction, but i know how bratty kids can be at that age, looking to bug an older girl like me (I'm 24)! so i ignored them, returning to my book. it was dificult, as every sound they made was clearly an attempt to get my attention! suddenely,I felt tiny spit-balls of rolled up paper ploping onto my book pages! I glared toward them, seeing their smug little faces grining in triumph! the whole thing brought me back to grade school,where kids like this always seemed to know how to press my buttons !!! back then i was always a bit of a bookworm, and painfully aware of being slightly flat chested & always being teased about my modest plain jane looks, and, though i still look the same,I'm older now, and if these bratts didn't knock it off, i might just call a librarian....and ha

Storms Of Love
Slide into me on a misty night Take a wild ride on a bed of wet silk Dip into me as the clouds burst drowning us in its deluge Two bodies tossed on a tempest Thrust into me drench my walls with your hot heat Make me feel you so hard, so deep Slither far into my soul as steam rises in the damp air Drive me like the rain releasing a torrent of sweet emotions a downpour of pure lust Plunge into me drown my screams of sheer ecstasy with a slow, moist kiss Feel how wet, how soft as you slide in and out Create in me a storm of passion Make me beg for more

Story Time? I Didnt Write It
Once upon a time there lived a girl. She slept in a lovely little cottage made of gingerbread and candy. She was always asleep. One morning she woke up and the candy had mold on it. Her father blew her a kiss and the house fell down. She realized she was lost.She found herself walking down a crowded street, but the people were made of paper, like paper dolls. She blew everyone a kiss good-bye and watched as they blew away

The Storm
The Storm Friday evening and the weather channel has us under a storm warning, you and I are sitting cuddled up on the sofa, your arms around me and my head on your chest. I am a bit restless and a clap of thunder just manages to make matters worse. You know what this weather does to me. The alert comes across the bottom of the screen that there is high winds and hail heading our way so we run to the garage to find a cover for over the windows of the truck, have to protect it. I don’t know how we did it but we managed to get held up in the garage winds wailing away at least 60 mph and the hail beginning to beat down on the car and the truck, so we stay in taking refuge in the garage. Darn it is hot in here. You smile yeah it is maybe you ought to cool off So just how do I manage that one. You come closer and start to unbutton my blouse, do you really think that is a good idea. You are cooler aren’t you, yes and no was my reply. You look into my eyes and touch my cheek with your hand.

A Story From Beneath This Saint's Tainted Halo...
There's a book with many chapters Many thorns lead to a rose Each of which has once drawn blood Many secrets undisclosed Stories spin in circles The end is as the start Gold bullets in the right hand Toys with mangled parts Scars creating something vivid Unveiling strength from shame Inspiration from the madness Igniting into flame Each thorn contains a lesson Each chapter has a beast The flower blooms for each of them A restless soul finds peace

Story
One Cold Rainy Night I sit in my room out of sight I look at a bottle of Pills and a knife Wondering which one should end my life I must do it tonight Before Midnight I learned life isn't fair And No one Cares I pick up the knife My life is done One quick slash And In a flash I'm on the floor I lie there dying as you walk in You scream at the sight "Mom, I gave up the fight" As I lay back My whole world goes Black

The Story Master Helped Me Write But It Is Still Not Done.
I hear your voice and I open my eyes slowly I’m again lying in the bed. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re running your hand across my cheek. “Are you OK” “What happened” I ask “You were dreaming I came in and you were crying Thank you Master” “Then it did not really happen?” “What did not happen?” “I used the mind trainer.” “Well let’s just see if you did you horny cum loving slut” You help me out of the bed, holding out an outfit, you tell me to dress. It is not the usual outfit; this one is a navy blue box pleat mini skirt, a white blouse with the top 3 buttons missing, and knee high white tights. The skirt while short is not tight, but the blouse is and my breasts, encased in a push-up bra that leaves little to the imagination, are very visible. You apply my makeup cotton candy color lip stick pink blush, light blue eye shadow, and brown eye liner. My hair which has been grown long is put in pig tails. “Now your daddy’s pretty girl” you tell me. “Where

The Story Of My P.a
I've been wanting a Prince Albert done for ages but haven't had the nerve to get it done. On several occasions I have turned up at the piercers ready to get it done and have my nerve go and not get it done. So after I had My foreskin pierced twice I finally plucked up the courage to get it done. So I rang up and made an appointment for the following week. Unfortunately due to a car accident on my way to work I had to postpone my piercing until a later date. So I re booked my appointment for when i was fit again .The day soon came so off I set to My appointment. And this is how it went. I arrived at the studio about 2:30,plenty of time to spare. Sam was busy with another costumer so I made My self comfy in the waiting area. By this time I was getting second thoughts. After a couple of agonizing minutes she was ready for Me. So up I got and walked around to the piercing area. By now I was shaking like a leaf and ready to make a bolt for the door ,but I thought to myself I've come this

A Story, True As Sun And Rain
When daylight's a berry stain spread on the sky, I dance up your road with my skirts hiked high and my hips swung slow in a jezebel-sway, and my feet are bare below. I owl-whistle twice to rouse you, watch as you shimmy down the big oak from your window; then you're by my side and I'm twined around you, tight as a semmony-vine. The night spits fire when it falls; the storm leaves us soaked to our bones and laughing-sore as we race rolls of thunder to the big chair under the roof of your porch. And there, shedding years like shivers of rain, we kiss for the first and the longest time.

The Story Of My Life
my body so numb my heart so cold you left me by myself with every tear in my eye you have no feelings you are so damn cold you will never leave my mind you will always be with me till the end my life so lost my heart so broken my eyes so blind but i still care i think i may love you but you dont care about what i feel with just one snap i wish it would be the same my heart so cold my heat so broken i realize you were my life my world and now it will never be again

Story By A Friend...
My phone rang, I picked it up with one hand while the other was on the steering wheel, the caller ID read "Sir." My breathe caught quick and my heart started to pound, "Hello Sir, How May I Service You?" "Ahh, my good little slut. Where are you?" "Driving from the gym Sir" "Good, I want you to open the envelope I gave you yesterday. Follow the instructions, and then come to see me. Now" Yes Sir, I will be there as soon as I can. I pulled a U-turn in the middle of the street, excited to go see Sir, his place was about 15 minutes away, I wanted to be there now. Just hearing his voice over the phone made me excited and I started to get wet. I opened the envelope and read "Open the glove compartment, use it on high, cum at least twice while driving, so turn it on high. You better be wearing a skirt like I told you to. And take the clips out of your hair and attach them to your nipples. These all better be in when I see you." I opened the glove compartmen

Story
Naughty Story Time Very graphic language Current mood: naughty Category: Writing and Poetry A Forceful Encounter They met at a party thru a mutual friend. She was Slim and athletic with looks to thrill. He was very handsome with a hint of bad boy, and his eyes were beautifully dark. She could sense he had a deviant side to him. Which intrigued her even more. They danced and talked all night. He asked if he could walk her home. She felt safe enough but told him to not expect more than a good night kiss. He just laughed. When they arrived at her house she kissed him on the cheek and told him thank you. He pushed her thru the door and locked it behind him. He could sense that she was apprehensive and unsure about what he would do next. Although she was frightened she was also mesmerized by the possibilities of what might come next. Though the thought crossed her mind, she did not seriously attempt to stop him. She wanted to see what would happen next. How far

Story
MY FRIEND WAS COMING HOME FROM WORK LAST NIGHT. WHEN HE THOUGHT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO HIS BRONCO.CAUSE HE STARTED TO SWERVE ON THE ROAD. HE STOP TO CHECK THINGS OUT AND DIDN'T SEE ANY THING WRONG. SO HE WENT HOME.WHEN HE GOT HOME HE HAD GOT A FLASH LIGHT SO HE COULD TAKE A BETTER LOOK. HE HAD A BIG DENT BEHIND THE WHEEL ON THE BRONCO.WITH A CLOSER LOOK HE HAD FOUND OUT HE GOT HIT BY A DEER.THAT WOULD OF SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. I'VE HIT A DEER BEFORE BUT I HAVE NEVER GOT HIT BY A DEER. LOL

The Storm
I can smell the storm about you. Over your flesh that tingles with it's hidden electric. I can feel like a distant rumble the thunder, beneath your breath, welling beneath your breasts as your chest rises and falls. I can see the flash behind your eyes and revel in the majesty of your sensual winds. My hair wet with your rain as my head lifts and lips part. Catching of your sweet essence as I might as my hair clings to my face and chest. Like the storm heads you smile, keeping your playful distance, knowing how I long for the gift of your flood, eager to find a slaking for the unending thirst. My heart pounds furiously as your sensual nature brews above me, lower, lower, allow me to drink from thy clouds. Ahhhhh the dreams for a new year, the dreams that ere storm and wait for thee. xoxox Go Rate him...Add him...he's my favorite Poet! Show him lots of love ladies!! LupoDiavolo@ CherryTAP

A Story For You
We're in the mall...you have drug me along to help you find the perfect dress that you need for an upcoming event....we look through rack after rack of dresses..looking for that perfect dress... you glance over between the racks and there I am trying so very hard to look interested...I have been such a good sport about the whole ordeal..You start to have pangs of guilt...so you quickly grab a few dresses and head towards the dressing room...I look up and you wiggle your finger for me to follow....as you enter the dressing room doorway you quickley scan the area No one is in site...you grab my hand and pull me through the doorway and push me into a dressing room....what in the world are you doing I ask? "It's reward time" you answer "you have been such a sport about this I think you deserve a little something".....my face lights up as you roughly push you against the back wall and begin to unbuckle my belt...but what is someone comes in I whisper....shhhhhh, you answer just enjoy t

Story Based On True Events
“An Evening out with Friends” By Hollow It was a cool fall evening; the foliage under foot was making crisp crunching noises as I escorted my divine Kelli to the van. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hung to the curves of her ass like a sports car on the open road. My fingers coursed across her velvet blouse as I put my hand on her back as she stepped into our chariot. Kelli looked so good her, soft brown eyes that pierce my very soul casting stares in my direction. Jon and Kassy were good company on the journey. Jon was long time friend of Kelli’s and Kassy was his wife. Kassy was assisted by an adaptive chair the results of a car accident and Jon had been taking care of her for over a year with little assistance. So, they could really use the change in atmosphere. We arrived at the club and was escorted to our table. There we sat just rows from the stage, ordered some appetitizers and drinks awaiting the first act. There were three comics and the

Storm Warnings
Hey Ya'll, Just FYI there are storm warnings for Seattle again. Snow, high winds. Fun stuff. Usually that means that the power's going to go out. Oh Joy. Realized that I haven't really blogged in a while, but now is not the time. Must get back to work! Have a great weekend, everyone!

Story
Ok i have a littl story or philosophy for ya, ok here goes i believe our souls are like flames, they shall never be extinguished. Our memories are carried on threw others,I mean our souls represent who we are u have a choice, its a representaion it can b black or can be of the light, ur life is not predetemined nor is their destiny u have the ability to change it so just do it, no one has to be anthign they dont want to b u have a choice u are who u are do not let anyoen tell u different this coming form experience trust me, your eyes see the crimes of life u get robbed of things and u see many great and joyous parts of it so dont let it get to u. Ur mind well that part is just fucked thats something youll have to figure out on yur own. YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE BLINDLY U DONT KNOW WHATS GOIGN TO HAPPEN THE NEXT DAY OR AFTER THAT YO CANT PLAN AHEAD SO DONT....... u live ur life or u dont either u waste ur time by trying to find the meaning of yur life and waste ur time no one does it jus

Storm
I wrote this poem for my boyfriends babygirl,best friend,soul mate,dog. It was 2years to the day today that she passed away. My boyfriend misses her so so much and found it hard to express his pain so I took his feelings and turned it into a poem! I found it very hard to write from someone elses point of view but I hope i did you proud baby! I am always here for you no matter whatever life brings! I promise! I will always do my best to turn your frown into a smile! I never met Storm but I feel like I did as as you and I know she played a huge part in bringing us together! Although she has passed on she still lives on! We feel her with us alot of the time. You me and Inca.We are the 3 legs of the tripod... One falls we all go down but Storm is there to pick us back up and guide us through!Keep her memory alive and she will never fade away! Thats why I always do things for you about Storm as I know what she means to you! She is a very special lady and I love her very much...My message to

Story Of A Good Man
A good looking man walked into an agent's office in Hollywood and said "I want to be a movie star." Tall, handsome and with experience on Broadway, he had the right credentials. The agent asked, "What's your name?" The guy said, "My name is Penis van Lesbian." The agent said, "Sir, I hate to tell you, but in order to get into Hollywood , you are going to have to change your name." "I will NOT ch ange my name! The van Lesbian name is centuries old, I will not disrespect my grandfather by changing my name. Not ever." The agent said, "Sir, I have worked in Hollywood for years... you will NEVER go far in Hollywood with a name like Penis van Lesbian! I'm telling you, you will HAVE TO change your name or I will not be able to represent you." "So be it! I guess we will not do business together" the guy said and he left the agent's office. FIVE YEARS LATER..... The agent opens an envelope sent to his office. Inside the e

Story Of Marley
I've tossed a few photos of my dog up, so I figured I'ld tell a little history on him. When I found him he was about 3 months old (only able to guess from his size) and being kicked around by two crack heads on the sidewalk. People walked by, ignored the dog yelling. I'll never recommend it, since it was risky as hell but something snapped inside. I took my entire 4' 11'' foot 110 lbs self straight up to them and demanded the dog or I was calling the cops, waving my cell phone screaming. They were probably afraid of the scene and decided not to risk anyone else calling the cops, so they requested $ 15 dollars to pay for the leash 'since the mutt's not worth anything anyway'. I took the matted and shivering mass home and began the process of rehab. It took 36 hours of slow shaving and trimming over three days to remove all the mats in his hair. His eyes and sides of his mouth were matted shut, his tail was matted to his hip so it couldn't wag and his legs were matted to his be

The Storm Of My Life
Darkness surrounds me Pain is all I feel Like drowning in this air I breath is any of it real? Emotions overcome me I Cut but I dont feel the pain The storm of my life My tears are the rain People all around me Hurrying just to pass me by while im stuck in this moment slowly waiting to die The ones I love always seem to go away Its not fair why do they leave and I stay? Lifes full of joy and happyness or so they say If the world is so perfect then why do I want to leave If everything is expected why do I cover my arms with sleeves? Does it scare you? to see the marks of my fears? when you see these cuts do you realise my tears? Just someone to tell me again That they really do care to say thouse three words I stand in a crowded room yet I stand alone I live in a house but its not a home Does anyone feel the way I do? I Loved you so The thought of your touch The vision of your smile Once again Im wrapped in loveing arms away from reality and harm

The Storm. First Half
Something I wrote once.... The Storm ..…all that was left of my life in shattered useless pieces around me. Awakened by the warm morning sun, I raise my head from the sand. Cool water from small waves laps at my feet, the ocean now calm and peaceful. Not a single cloud mars the clear blue sky and a soft breeze blows gently through the trees. Birds fly overhead, calling to each other and diving to catch small fish from the water. Nothing else upon the water can be seen, the surface only graced by waves as far as I can see. Behind me is a dense green jungle. The shore is lined with the ocean's treasures, and also the tragic reminder of how I arrived here. I bring myself to a sitting position. My naked body is battered and bruised. My head throbs now, dizzy and blinded by the pain. Images fly through my head as the world begins to spin around me. The light begins to dim and the skies become gray. All fades into darkness as I drift into a state of unconscio

The Storm. Part 2
____________________________ How can I tell her what she has lost? The night offers no peace for either of us. She sleeps though it is not restful. I can tell she is tortured by the dreams of the storm just as I had been. Screams of terror come from her and often she sleeps with her eyes wide open. I spend much of the night either sitting beside her trying to be of some comfort or thinking of the terror I knew she is facing. I pray to God to relieve her of the pain she is feeling. I knew that she must face that pain though or she will never let go of the past. With the morning sun comes hazy consciousness for her. She looks at me in confusion and fear. I offer her some of my food and cool water. She eats as though it has been days since her last meal. When the morning meal has ended I sit down with her. Her eyes search mine for answers, answers I do not have. How can I tell her what she has lost? The best way perhaps is to share with her the story of how I

Storm
storm Your kisses are so gentle, Your touch, butterfly light, But that is not what I want, On this dark and stormy night. I want you to let go, Of all those warning bells, I want to throw myself at you, With a growl like a huntress from hell! I want to feel you enter, With a little carnal lust, I want to hear us both cry out, Under every forceful thrust! I want to feel your lightning, And hear the thunder inside, I want you to open the floods, Of passion forced to hide! My thoughts are as dark, As this electric stormy night, I succumb to your gentle kisses, And your touch.. Butterfly light!

A Story That Bears Repeating -- Ashley's Story
I hid out for the first six years, then I began speaking out, when your partner is "the law" it's a lot harder escaping the hell you call home. If this story can help anyone you know, let me know about it, & pass it on. My goal for this year is to make the awareness of DV a house hold name & to eventually erradicate DV. ********MY STORY*********** **********When is it okay to be hit & cursed at by your ________________? (Fill in the blank here> Spouse>Partner> Boy Friend> Friend?) When I: (A) Don't have the house cleaned. (B) Don't have dinner ready! (C) Don't have everything perfect! Or when (D) I've done something he doesn't like. If any of you answered any of the letters, You got it wrong. The CORRECT ANSWER Is NEVER. IT is NEVER okay! DUCKS: Have you ever felt like you lived in a box? Everything is okay as long as ALL your ducks were in a row-BUT if a duck was missing, or you weren't sure you did everything you were supposed to do before he got

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As night crept upon, and the moon lay low. The wind started to howl like a timber wolf's call. The grass started to rustle like papers of sand. Took into torturous and demented hands. The starts retreated into the night, and the moon that shown danced into the clouds. The tress that swayed tapped tapped rapped upon the window pains. Beckoning for something dark to come there way. As the shutter rattled shacking into the wind in fear of what may appear. The floors they protested and screamed in the night as though they were a live and screaming for there life. The Shadows danced a dance of Malice as the candles flame swayed. Holding what once was visible in shadows alive. In bed I lay restless and cold. The drafts of the house did nothing to warm. I listened intently to all the coming sounds, and all of a sudden ... BOOM came a noise. As If some had been smashed hard upon the ground. No screams heard I Just a deep dark laugh, and again came the noise. This time loud and wet. I rose fro

The Storm
They just made it to the entrance to the sea front hotel as the first heavy drops of an English summer storm started to fall. “I thought it may have been a myth!” she laughed, stepping past him as he held the door open, waving his free arm, ushering her inside. “What’s that?” he asked, following her into the hotel lobby. She turned and moved closer to him, surprising him as he turned from closing the door, almost walking into her. “the rain” she whispered, she still wasn’t used to the almost reverential hush in an English hotel lobby, which was like that you find in a library or even a church.. “Huh?” was his reply, his arm slipping around her waist, walking her through the lobby to the lift at the far end of the room. “Well they say it always rains during an English summer and so far that’s been proved right!” still whispering “I’ve been here 3 days and it’s rained every day so far!” “Why the hell you think we started empire building?” he replied laughing, “We never

A Story
Here is a true story about the virtue of complaining.... Phone repair dispatch: A South Carolina farm wife called the local phone company to report her telephone failed to ring when her friends called - and that on the few occasions when it did ring, her dog always moaned right before the phone rang. The telephone repairman proceeded to the scene, curious to see this psychic dog or senile lady. He climbed a telephone pole, hooked in his test set, and dialed the subscriber's house. The phone didn't ring right away, but then the dog moaned and the telephone began to ring. Climbing down from the pole, the telephone repairman found: 1. The dog was tied to the telephone system's ground wire with a steel chain and collar. 2. The wire connection to the ground rod was loose. 3. The dog was receiving 90 volts of signaling current when the number was called. 4. After a couple of jolts, the dog would start moaning and then urinate. 5. The wet ground would compl

Story-satin Panties
Story- Satin Panties I kneel down and notice that little wet spot on your panties from where you nectar is leaking from aniticipation....and then lower my face to just inches in front of your mound....looking at your body encased in the material, seeing your puffy lips straining against the material, aching to be touched and played with, breathing in deeply your kitten musk.... I then would start to kiss your panty bludge, planting little kisses up and down your slit, rubbing my face against the satin feel of your panties, making the wet spot even bigger, using your very own underwear as part of the tease/seduction...making you wetter and hornier b/c I can't properly suck or eat you the way you want me to. Using your panties material to help me tease and please you at the same time...the material rubbing your slit and tickling your clit as my my mouth, fingers and tongue drive you nuts as they work over your panty prison....... making your kitty ache..... I can tell b

Story-the Weirdest Dream
Story- The Weirdest Dream I had the weirdest dream the other night.... I found myself in a place I had never been before....I was sitting on a couch in a house and I don't know how I had gotten there. I looked around, trying to find clues as to where I was and why I was there, but I was unable to find anything to help give me any information. I looked over at the TV and there was a yellow sticky note on it that said "PLAY THE TAPE" I found a VCR remote sitting on top of the TV and pushed play. I was greeted with the cleavage of a sexy woman pressed close to the camera and then she walked backwards and sat on the a bed. The woman looked familiar, but I wasn't able to place her face. She was an attractive blonde and she was wearing a shirt that was unbuttoned to show her cleavage and her breasts were cupped by a black bra. She had on these knee length black boots and a Tan mini skirt. She was sucking on a lollipop rather seductively and just smiled at the camera for

Story- Milk And Cookies
Story- Milk and Cookies We are in the kitchen, baking chocolate chip cookies...we are laughing and teasing and having fun....We have some of the batter left over and we start out by licking our fingers, but soon I put a little batter on your nose and you tell me "NOT FAIR"...I kiss, suck, lick off the batter from your nose and you get a wicked twinkle in your eye and ask me if I'd mind helping you clean the bowl....I agree and you drop to your knees and look up into my eyes and pull down my pants zipper and pull out my half hard cock, you give it a few strokes with your hand, getting me harder and then position the bowl so you use my cock as a scraper to remove some of the extra batter from the sides of the bowl and then you take my cock into your mouth and give me a very sensous blow job, starting at just the tip of my cock and then taking me deeper and deeper into your mouth. You taste both the sweet batter and my cock and you moan in delight as the two tastes mingle in your m

Storm Of Thought
This brain storm keeps me clouded, shards like glass cover me when I'm feeling doubted. Do people believe me, some of them do, do I care no,lying I couldn't speak, lie that nothing bothers me. Freely I can see, but will those who ask believe me, though they might never see it, or understand it like me. The world spins, so fast, another day, another year, another change, another chance could I survive, stay a man, or become a revolutionary? *Please note that these private poems/lyrics are not to be used, or copied without my consent as these are my own property*

The Story Of St. Brigid
The Story of St. Brigid Ffrom St. Brigid's Shrine Page http://pantheon.nuit.ca/celtic/brigid.html St. Brigid was born at Faughart near Dundalk in Co. Louth around 452.She was baptised by St Patrick. Her father was Dubhtach, a powerful pagan nobleman. Her mother was Brocassa. Some say she was a beautiful slave-girl in Dubhtach's household. Although her father selected a man of high rank to marry her, she preferred to follow the religious way of life. She started the first official community of nuns in Ireland. She did not believe in locking herself away but travelled the countryside helping the poor. Her most famous convent was set up in Kildare marked by a huge oak tree which inspired the name Kildare (Cill Dara) Church of the Oaks. She handed over her father's treasured sword to the poor. The convent dinners were given to those who needed it more than they did. There were lots of miracles attributed to her including the changing of water into beer and making lots of food out of

The Story Of Me 'n Jake
Let's see, it all started back in September of '05 when I met a man named David. Nothing came about it for a long time. We were pretty distant friends, then I gave him my myspace page and he added me here as well. We kept goin and decided to exchange yahoo names. We would sit and bullshit for a few hours here and there, still being cool friends. Then I found the site I hang on now and let him follow me to that one as well. We added each other on there and every chance he got when I was on yahoo, he would send his cam and never ask for mine. We would sit and chat and I thought he was pretty cute. So I asked him about his situation. Was he married? Kids? Job? You know, shit like that. He said he was single and no kids. I said if there was someone that was into him, but lived far away, would he move for them? and he said "yes" and that he was gettin restless and and wanted to get away anyways. So we decided to step it up and he started to make plans to come visit me. Things were getting g

The Story Of How I Got My Name Bigbird Stole My Tricycle
WHEN MY SON WAS 2 HE HAD A RADIO FLYER TRICYCLE...HE PLAYED ON IT TOO MUCH, ONE DAY WE COULDN'T FIND IT OUTSIDE SO I ASKED HIM SON WHERE DID YOU PUT YOUR TRICYCLE.. HE SAID I DON'T KNOW THEN REPLIED BIGBIRD STOLE IT DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO THERE YA GO LOL

The Story Kept Me Awake All Night
As soon as I went to bed last night my mind began to wander and the story was laid out in front of me and I watched the continuation of the book flow through my mind's eye. Damn! Today I will spend a few hours going through my self publishing information and gain some knowledge and then download an ebook writer to make it easy for all to read my ebook when I am done. I will have a busy day... this is for sure. Reading about writing ebooks, possibly setting up a web site for ebook excerpts and promotion and an hour or so today writing the story. I can't wait to write ... it is so damn arousing for myself to visualize the story and transfer the vision to the keyboard.

The Story Of Bonnie And Clyde
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde You’ve read the story of Jesse James Of how he lived and died If you’re still in need for something to read Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde. Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang, I’m sure you all have read how they rob and steal And those who squeal are usually found dying or dead. There’s lots of untruths to those write-ups They’re not so ruthless as that Their nature is raw, they hate all law Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats. They call them cold-blooded killers They say they are heartless and mean But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde When he was honest and upright and clean. But the laws fooled around and taking him down and locking him up in a cell ‘Till he said to me, "I’ll never be free So I’ll meet a few of them in hell." The road was so dimly lighted There were no highway signs to guide But they made up their minds if all roads were blind They wouldn’t give up ‘till they died. The road gets di

A Story Of 2 Lovers Page 1
When she woke up she knew this was not going to be a normal day. She picked out her clothes with care. A white satin blouse, her baby blue skirt (the one with a slit up the back that goes right to her rear), her baby blue satin thong, her white nylons, and her white open toe high heels. Then she headed for the shower. She had such a smile on her face that would make the brightest sun shine dim with envy. She was her hair with passion and love today. She made sure her legs were shaved smooth as silk as well as her own self. She wanted to feel fresh and smell fresh. For today was no ordinary day so her normal routine in the morning was just no special enough this time. After her shower she chose her best body lotion, the one that smelled as if she bathed in lilacs. She brushed her hair making sure she did so 100 strokes with the brush. She purchased new make up just for today to make sure even that was fresh when she put it on. Make up that amplified her own skin tone and

A Story
Han and Lo, the Silent Sentinels, were the tallest among the Magiro mountains. It was once said they were the body guards of the Gods, and that Han and Lo were made into mountains to watch over the lands. Long ago a village had been built into a nook at the foot of the two mountains. Once a healthy community, it was abandoned some centuries ago. Now the little village had become a temporary respite for criminals, exiles and vagabonds. Mist clung to empty streets and vacant homes strangled by overgrowth. So dense was the shadow of the mountains that the twinkle of the stars above were swallowed up, plunging the skeleton of a community into darkness. Light broke the oppressive murk in the back of the village in the form of a single torch flickering in opposition to the night's chill. Two figures stood within the torch light. Both wore the traditional garb of the ninja on a night mission, their identities hidden beneath the matching masks. One was lanky, with a long torso and shorte

A Story On How I Got The Name Jujuangel
As many as you know my name is Julie...Back when I was wayyyyyy younger and babysat. My friends daughter who was 2 at the time couldnt say Julie so she called me Juju..She is now 20 yrs old and still calls me Juju,her kids do too....Dang I feel old now...Just added the angel part cause I am a certified nurses aide,I enjoy helping people.

The Story About The Tiny Frogs
> The story about the tiny frogs…. > > Life's lesson > > No. 1 > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > There once was a bunch of tiny frogs,... > > > … who arranged a running competition. > > The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. > > A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants... > > > The race began... > > > > > > Honestly: > > No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. > > You heard statements such as: > > "Oh, WAY too difficult!! > > They will NEVER make it to the top." > > or: > > "Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!" > > > > The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one... > > ... Except for those who in a fresh tempo were climbing higher and higher... > > The crowd continued to yell > > "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!" > > > > More tiny f

The Storm And The .....
My heart has always been a storm Waves crashing against my soul I stand on the balcony and The wind laughs in my hair I look out and see the moon shimmering on a black ocean I am a sentinel Standing watch, waiting for Loves embrace But as morning cries out and the candles have grown cold My spirit is once again laden with sadness for I witness Traveling souls that pass unseen The darkness of my blood will shed light upon the wilderness And tomorrow night, I will stand watch again My heart has always been a storm

Storry One
you come over, i'm in the shower. you decide to strip down and joing me in the shower. when you step into the shower and i see you for the first time, all i can say is, "mmmm." I push you so you are under the water and start to was you, soaping you up and running my hand down to your manhood and slowly stroking you. Feeling and stroking your shaft and taking my other hand and fondling your balls. You whisper in my ear, " i have to sit down or I'm going to fall down." I help you get into a sitting position and then i straddle you, squatting right over your hard cock. Slowly, I sink down filling my pussy with your hard throbbing cock. "ahhhhh mmmmmm," is all you can manage to say as your cock is enveloped in hot slippery pussy. I'm so wet, there is almost no friction. My hips slide toward your head and then reverse themselves in an almost alarming violence. you put your hands on my breats as i ride you. you squeeze them, lick them, suck on them and tease them. I lean forward and whips

Story Two
As he stood outside the store watching her, he watched her move swiftly, but with such beauty and poise. He watched her full rounded asscheeks as he pretended to be watching the puppies. He was planning his next move. Finally, he enteres the store and walks up to her and asks her if she'd like to grab a cup of coffee when her shift was over with. She agreed. After they got coffee, he asked her where she'd like to go. She simply said, "your place." Those simple words got his heart pumping faster. They were both silent as he drove, her fingers running up and down her thighs, acting like he wouldn't notice her beautiful legs. He turned onto his street and suddenly her fingers are on HIS thighs slowly inching their way up to his crotch. Fumbling for his keys and unlocking the door, he finally gets it open. He leads her down the hall kissing her the entire way. Once in the bedroom, she takes complete control. In one swift movement, she has his belt unbuckled and his pants undown. She

Story Three
They were kissing with so much passion and want and need. He felt his way up her shirt toward her pert tits. He started massaging them, pinching her nipples. He lifted her shirt up and over her head. He unhooked her bra and lowered his head and started to suck on her nipples. He sucked on her nipples long and hard massaging and pinching the tit he wasn't working on with his tongue and mouth. Teasing her nipples with his fingertips and tongue. He laid her back on the bed and undid the button and zipper to her pants. He took of her pants and panties. Her pussy was already wet with excitement, he could already smell the sweet scent of her excitement. He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and licked his way up her smooth inner thights until he reached her hot wet cunt. She was practically begging him to eat her cunt and he wanted her to really enjoy the cunt licking he intended to give her. He reached up with both hands and fondled her firm tits, rolling her stiff nipples between

Story Four
She had dreamt of this day for so long, now it was actually happening. She was going to be able to see her best friend for the first time in a long time, rather the first time ever. She heard a car door slam, she looked out her window. She saw him, he was as handsome as ever and every feeling she had locked away had come flooding back to her. He was exhausted from the long drive, but he was happy to finally be here. He was excited about finally getting to see her and spend time with her. He walked up to her door and knocked and waited. He was nervous. He didn't know what he would do when she opened the door. She heard the knock, she ran to the door and opened it. She ushered him in and gave him a huge hug. He was surprised at how happy she was to see him and just hugged her back. Once they let go of each other, they looked into each others eyes and felt the same connection they've felt every time they've talked. That connection drew them into a passionate kiss. She couldn't be

Story Five
He stands at the bar, drinking his drink. He looks around looking for someone he was supposed to meet at this particular bar. He hears the door open, he looks up and notices the angel who walked into the bar. As she walks through the door, she quickly scans the bar looking for the man she was supposed to meet at this particular bar. She spots him standing at the bar staring at her. She slowly and seductively walks toward him. He watches her as she makes her way toward him. She is wearing a tight black mini skirt and a lot cut black blouse. He is betting on it that she has nothing on under either her skirt or her blouse. As he scans down her sexy body, he notices that she is wearing black high heels. Those heels make her legs look longer and sexier. Once she reaches the bar, she orders a drink. She turns and looks at the man who had watched her walk across the bar and smiles at him. She then goes to a corner booth and he follows her. He sits next to her and leans over to her

Story 6
A weekend escape from the real world is what they both needed. He had invited her to his family's cabin for the weekend. He had gotten to the cabin first; so that he could set it up and make it look perfect for her when she got there. He made a fire and he remembered she wanted to make love in front of a fire place with soft romantic music playing. He heard a car door slam shut, he went and turned the lights off. As soon as he did that, he heard a soft knock on the door. He opened the door to let her in. She stepped into the cabin and as he shut the door, he was glad she got there when she did as the snow was starting to fall harder. She stepped into the cabin and looked around in amazement. He remembered every detail of how she wanted to make love to him. She saw the fireplace going and a wine bottle on ice, it was ready to be opened. Next to the wine on ice was a small bowl of strawberries. She couldn't believe it and she heard soft romantic music playing. He came up behind her

Story 7
She stopped by his office for office hours. It was last, she wasn't sure if he'd even be in his office. She knocked on his door and was kind of surprised he answered it. She knew at that moment, she was going to go through with her plan. Just from the look in his eyes. HIs eyes gave him away, he was hungry for her and he couldn't deny it. When he opened his office door, he knew he was going to have a lot of two stepping to do. But he didn't know if he could. He had had fantasies of girls in school uniforms, and here she was standing before him in a white shirt, mini plad skirt, black knee high stockings and high heels. Who knows what was under the outfit, he sure the hell wanted to find out though. He ushered her in and sat at his chair behing the desk. He was thankful for the desk. He could at least hide his growing erection from her wandering eyes. She sat down, but didn't cross her legs or try to hide anything under her skirt. He soon found out she was wearing nothing underne

Story 8
She was on her way to visit her best friend in Texas that she hadn't seen in a few years and to attend her wedding. Her flight was scheduled for 6:30 in the evening and had arrived in plenty of time to check, in and have a leisurely drink. As she sat sipping at her drink, she noticed a man standing at the other end of the bar. He looked over at her and smiled raising his glass. As he finished his drink, he disappeared. Just as she finished her drink, she decided to go to the departure lounge. There were only a few people in the departure lounge. As she was looking around, she noticed someone who looked familiar. He saw her enter the departure lounge and all he could do was smile at her. A call went out over the loud speaker for the flight and all the passengers started boarding the plane. She took, her seat at the back of the plane and to her surprise the same man, who had been smiling at her, had a seat right next to her. She was wearing a short skirt and a blouse, he was look

A Story For You...
A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa , taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company. One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost.. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!" Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?" Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. "Whew!", says the leopard, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!" Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put thi

Story Teaser
As a teaser of the story I am going to submit here is the first few paragraphs which is setting the story into action. I hope you like the way it starts. It is another attempt to view such as scene from male perspective. I put myself into the place of the female in the story as I have always had a fantasy of group sex. Let me know what you think of the beginning please. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First Class by Ms. Cleavage Copyright 2007 I just sat down in my assigned seat in first class and opened the latest issue of NEWSWEEK and began to read a story about Terrorism in Iraq and suddenly - you walked through the entrance to first class. There was a certain air about you as you entered. Every male in the passenger area was looking at you. You took the moment and demanded the attention, not intentionally, but your presence showed how secure you are with your personal image and your sexuality. You wore a white silk blouse and a black ple

The Storm
She lay there, bound and gagged, all orifices filled with his toys. The lightning filled the room and the thunder ravaged her body as did his flogger. How did he time the strokes that each would strike her trembling body at the same time the thunder roared and echoed? She wondered, what she look like as she lay there? Did the bright bursts of lightning illuminate her face so he could see the passion, the need, the desire she felt for him? In between the strokes, he would move the objects within her. enough to bring her close, but not close enough. She moaned beneath the penis gag, hoping, waiting that he would replace it with his own. Suddenly, he let loose, several hard strikes with the flogger. Then he flipped her over onto her back, put on the Clover Clamps she so dearly loved and hated. Pulled the toys from the places that he alone owned and shoved his hardness deep into her mouth. She sucked greedily, fulfilling her hunger. He held her head tightly, pushing h

Story No. 1
ok everyone, here is one of the short storys i wrote, but like i said, they are very detailed. hope you like. Enjoy, ~Sticky~ as they walked along the beach, the waves lapping at their feet he looked deep into her eyes and smiled, his hand gently grasping hers, her eyes studying the features on his face. the moonlight reflected off the water giving the night a gentle glow as they came up apon a small shack just off the beach, it was a tattered wooden hut, barely standing, they looked at each other and smiled, they quicky moved to it and entered. As soon as their bodies moved into the darkenss of the shack, their lips met in a passionate kiss, hands roaming and caressing each other, she moaned softly as his hands moved over her body, his fingers grazing her skin, gliding across the fabric of her shirt, down to the bottom of it, he pulls back and smiles as he quickly lifts her shirt up over her head and tosses it to the floor, he steps back and looks at her, the moonlight sneaking

Story No.2
Staring out over the water, the sun slowly sets, causing the trees to cast long shadows behind them, a loon calls out from the middle of the lake as the playfully splash each other with their feet. he looks at her and smiles, he always felt at peace when he was here with her, it was their place, a place where they could come and do what ever they wanted, be it talk, fool around, swim, it didnt matter, just as long as he was with her, all seemed right. She returned his friendly glance with one of her own, her hand moving to his thigh, she keep her eyes locked with his as her hand slowly moved up his body, over his stomach, up his chest and across his shoulders, and with one sudden and mighty push, into the water he went, she started to laugh as he floated there, looking up at her. He grinned evily as he reached up and grabbed her ankle, and soon enough she was in the water to, she poped out from under the water and looked at him sternly, he was about to speak when she suddenly splashed

Story No.3
okies, here is yet another story, a little longer and tbc..lol Enjoy, ~Sticky~ She stood at the stove, watching the water start to boil for the pasta, she had been planning this dinner all day and wanted it to be perfect for when he got home. Pasta, steak, salad, red wine, the whole 9 yards tonight. She perked up when she heard the door slam in the living room, she looked back and wondered why he's home early. She shrugs and turns back to the stove to keep an eye on her water. Suddenly she catches a scent in the air, his cologne fills the room as he enters and slowly moves up behind her. She chuckles lightly as she starts to turn to greet him. She suddenly find herself pinned to the counter as he moves close to her, his chest pressing up against her back, his mouth moving to the back of her neck. He bows her head forward as his tongue moves over her skin, licking and kissing at it, her hands reach back and caress his thighs and moves forward, finding his already hard cock. She sta

A Story That Ends In Alora
I am ready to share more of myself with any who care to read. Most of all, I am need of catharsis tonight, so I will give you a long story that ends with Alora........ This is the most difficult part of my life to talk about. Soon you will understand, but I don't want pity or sympathy....not for Alora, and certainly not for me. Alora is not the result of a loving relationship or the product of an illicit tryst. She is the result of a rape. Before you let yourself think one more thought on this story, you need to know this--Alora is my blessing, my gift.....my PROOF that something good can come from something horrible. It is not the things that happen to me that matter, but rather how I choose to deal with them. I choose to love and laugh and see the good. I almost let the darkness of it all overtake me. Somehow, I managed to find the light. I think it was because of Alora. I can talk about it now, but she was 2 years old before I told a soul. I had to work through it mysel

Stories From The Heart
Here I sit with pad and pen, wondering whre I should began. Should I go back to when i was 15 or should I just write. I have lost my love and i do not know where to fidn him. I have searched and foudn nothing. I thought he might be this one or than one but all I got was hurt and damadged. Should I keep looking? What would the use be. I am old and unwanted now. I have so much love to give. For the right man I would make him a King and I his Queen but all I got were TOADS. Are there not any princes out there? I look and I look. Over turning rocks and looking under bushes but I find nothing but crap! Man the luck I have. I long to hear the words most women want to hear but for me I take some of them to heart and keep them. I long ot hear a man say he loves me and to say beautiful words to me about me and not be ashamed to tel lthe world he loves me. Ah but that is not the real world we live in is it? Men love to talk the talk but when it comes right down to it they are c

The Story Of Ross
So...What do i write about eh ? Do i spin a great yarn, to keep you entertained ? Tell a story about some exotic, far away place, and wow you with tales of imortal beings and dragons, both grand and grotesque ? Fantasy is a great escape. I mean who can blame someone for wanting to escape this place ? No. No, i believe that for this first story. I'll spin a yarn about something deeply imbedded in reality. I'll tell a tale of Hope. I'll tell you a story of someone i only wish i could have met before. I'll tell you the tale, of Ross McGinnis. Or atleast, what i know of him. Ross was a 19 year old American male, serving his country in the war on terror in Iraq. He was a young man from Knoxx, a small town in western Pennsylvania. As i sat in my comfortable home last evening, whatching the world news. I heard Ross's name for the first time. He was the latest local soldier to die in this war, so far away. The news anchor explained what had happened that day, as Ross'

Storms Of ....
Love is like a gentle flowing beach Storming upon those turbulent times. Can love ever lay motionless Upon complacent confusing silence. Love must boil upon a volatile surf Riding a red roller coaster of emotions, Where in sync, they create harmonic waves, But with rip tides, they tear each other’s hearts. Laying naked, feeling the winds of the storm, One subsides inside true devoted love, Where divine trust kisses the relationship, Upon another round growing closer together. Just by saying I love you!

A Story For The Broken Hearted
A STORY FOR THE BROKEN HEARTED I never knew How I loved you.... But I loved you with all my heart.... But what you did to me baby tore me apart I never Knew loves agony- or hurtful tears never felt this way in all my 17 years I dreamed of you holding me- I dreamed of you wanting me- I dreamed of you liking me- I dreamed of you caring for me- My wish came true- You told me you liked me But then that day came- When I went crazy You told me you didn't need me anymore That you found someone knew- I finally knew loves pain & what it would do It was like a knife stabbed my heart- It sank to the very pit- It fell to pieces- Bit- by- Bit I can't believe you left me- My heart can't leave you- But now look what you did to my heart... I felt like an abandoned puppy Everything so blurry- I couldnt believe That day when we kissed- It hurt me It hurt me to know that you kissed And flew away.... I was in so many tears- I didnt Have the heart to tell you what I

Story Of The Broken Hearted
“Just forget about him, just let him go” that’s what everybody said So I tried taking the images of you out of my head All the memories, the moments, and kisses that we shared They kept running through my head, that’s when I knew that I still cared I gave you all my heart and you only let it fall And once you loose that trust, you basically loose it all So I really had no choice I had to try to let you go We had it great from the beginning so I never would’ve known That you would go and break my heart, so it was time to say good bye You stood right in front of me while there were tears in my eyes And it wasn’t too long before a tear ran down your cheek I guess you didn’t want me to see. . Cuz you looked down at your feet As I stood there speech less all you could say was “I’m sorry” All I could think about is “why, why would he want to make me cry?” “Everything he ever told me, was it all a lie” So many thoughts and questions running through my head at once And then tha

The Story Of The Missippian (cherokee)
It’s dawn. You wake up thinking this is going to be a busy day. Relatives are coming-people from your mother’s clan, the Wolf clan. And today is the New Green Corn Festival. After months of dry cornmeal, you can already taste the season’s first ripe kernels bursting beneath your teeth. The new turtle shell rattles you made sound crisp and ready for the Green Corn Dance. But first you must greet this day as you greet every day. Your whole village gathers on the banks of the Oconaluftee. All enter the water, face east, and pray to the seven directions the four cardinal points, the sky, the earth, and the center or spirit. You give thanks for the new day, and wash away any feelings separating you from your family, neighbors, or the Creator. This is duyuktv ‘the right way,’ the Cherokee Way. When you visit Cherokee, North Carolina, you can almost imagine yourself living this way. Here, the same mountains where the Cherokees have maintained their traditions for generations surround yo

Storms In Heart
This is a strange day, The wind is blowing, The trees waving frantically, Trying to warn me that, A storm is brewing, Coming our way… Dark clouds rolling in, Electricity in the air, I could always feel it; Hiding beneath my skin- Right there… My hands are so cold, My arms tingling, Hair rising on my arms… The storm’s here- Lightning cracks across the sky, And the thunder echo’s in my chest, I know I should go in, But I am fighting the storm within… The sky cracks open, And spills down rain, That can’t wash the stain, Of my tears away, Why can’t you let me be free again? Those long lovely summer days, I spent in my forest, Seem like a dream, I want to go there again, Be free! Not think of anything, Let the wild sage brush against my skin, Watch life flow in gentle blue skies… Release me! I need to be free! You can’t hold me here, A slave to your needs! I run and run in muddied fields, But you

Storms Of Needs
I guess we all seek things in life. I seek the perfect caress that will fill my heart with a full tank! I am tired of waiting for the perfect woman Let me find the perfect thought That I can use to conquer The inner most beauty Of my ladies caressing eyes For in the angel in her There will be a lot of fire Storm in her independence For in that freedom her hair will fly Like kites on the wind Storm of her creativity In her creative soul will live the depth That no canyon will fill for the water Storm will create waterfalls of her spirituality In the spiritual gardens she will then prefect Will generate the colors in the thunder Storm of humanity blooming Into the human emotions of the needy She will blanket from the snow Storm of generosity feeling the heat of compassion Can you can see why in this temperature I grow tired For this imperfect man Seeking the perfection of a lover Must create the works T

Story Of The Year - Anthem Of Our Dying Day
The stars will cry The blackest tears tonight And this is the moment that I live for I can smell the ocean air And here I am Pouring my heart onto these rooftops Just a ghost to the world That's exactly Exactly what I need From up here the city lights burn Like a thousand miles of fire And I'm here to sing this anthem Of our dying day For a second I wish the tide Would swallow every inch of this city As you gasp for air tonight I'd scream this song right in your face If you were here I swear I won't miss a beat Cause I never Never have before From up here the city lights burn Like a thousand miles of fire And I'm here to sing this anthem Of our dying day Of our dying day Of our dying day Of our dying!!! For a second I wish the tide Would swallow every inch of this city And you gasp for air tonight!! From up here the city lights burn Like a thousand miles of fire And I'm here to sing this anthem Of our dying day From up here the city lights

The Story Of Twiztid And How They Got Started
Today Twiztid fills packed ass clubs in Detroit and across the country. They have rap superstars such as E 40, Layzie Bone of Bone Thugs N Harmony, Bushwick Bill of the Geto Boys, and Tech N9ne on their albums. They tour nationwide with groups like Bone. But where did they begin? Like many others, in the underground, on the streets of Detroit. Posting up flyers and handing out samplers, just trying to make it in the music industry. Back then, there was no Monoxide Child, nor Jamie Madrox. There wasn't even a Twiztid. There was only, the House Of Krazees. The House Of Krazees consisted of Mr. Bones (now Jamie Madrox of Twiztid), Hektik (now Monoxide Child of Twiztid), and The ROC (now known as Sol, formerly of Halfbreed). The HOK released several albums remaining underground throughout it all. In fact they were actually bitter rivals with the group that was at the time on top of the Detroit music scene, the Insane Clown Posse. However, an opportunity for exposure would bring the hor

The "story" Of My Life
Okay so most of you don't know the WHOLE story to my confusing life and events that lead up to me having a million siblings (LOL). So here is some info that you might find useful in understanding me. My mother and father(Scott) were dating and she ended up getting pregnant with yours truly. After a few months they broke up and she went on with her pregnancy by herself. She went to visit my grandparents in Glendale Heights, Illinois and went into labor early. So my Aunt and my Grandma coached my mom through the most riveting experience of her life ;)!!! She ended up staying with them for a little while. When I was a couple months old she went back to the Chicago area and brought me to see my dad (Scott). They got back together for a little while and my mom wanted to settle down and for my dad (Scott) to make a commitment. He didn't, so they split up. My mom and I went to live with my Aunt Terry for awhile and when I was around 6 mo. old or so my mom was introduced to my dad (Howard).

Storms And Redundancy
something sunny...a little more cheerful... but i have so much to say that the clouds are rolling in... that first clap of thunder was a little... disarming, wasn't it? wait til you see the lightning... 'cause it's flashing so bright my sunglasses shatter. and don't pretend you didn't see that rain... it falls in sheets... melting my world into a puddle i wish like hell i could swim out of. it's raging so hard i can't brave the wind anymore and it sends me flying... back to somewhere i never wanted to be again. somehow this doesn't feel as good as it did when i started.

Store Personal Data With Live Bacteria.
TOKYO (AFP) - For people who want to ensure their words last for their progeny, Japanese scientists have found a way to literally put a message into genes. A research team said this week it had developed a technology for storing digital data in the DNA of bacteria, which unlike most living organisms can survive for millennia in the right conditions. Each hay bacillus bacterium can store two megabits — the equivalent of 1.6 million Roman letters. The scientists can take out the microscopic implants in a laboratory and read them so they appear as ordinary text. The team at Keio University’s Institute for Advanced Biosciences said the technology needs to be perfected but that it was optimistic about its future uses. “If I wanted to store my personal diary in these live bacteria and take it with me to my grave, then my story can live for thousands and thousands of years,” head researcher Yoshiaki Ohashi said with a laugh. In practical terms, the technology could eventually b

The Story Of 'what Happened'
Friday February 9, 2007 was a very typical day for us starting out. I played with my daughters Alanna (6 mos) and Melody (who is now forever 1 year 6 months and 17 days old) during the day. That afternoon I drove the usual 15 minutes or so with the girls to meet my ex-husband's wife to pick up my two boys Jarred (11 yrs) and Landon (3 yrs). We drove back toward home, I stopped off at Dollar General to let the boys pick out a toy and then we came home. My fiance, Sonny, and his little boy (Jake, 6) showed up a bit later. We all ate dinner. Then it was bath time. I took Landon and Melody into the bathroom and started it up for them. Alanna, Jake and Jarred were in the living room each doing their own thing. I washed both Landon and Melody and Landon asked if they could have bubbles. I told him 'yes' and he wanted to pour the bubbles in so I opened them for him and let him do that. Then I turned on the jets long enough for them to bubble up the bubbles and turned them off. I sat with them

Story
Linda felt like a freak of nature. By the age of 12 she had developed breasts that would have satisfied any adult woman. They drew too much attention from males and women where ever she went. By the time she entered high school she had the body of a girl her age but nature had played a cruel joke. Linda had a sweet childchillike face with blond hair and blue eyes. She was just five feet tall and she was slim figured. Her hips were just starting to widen into a woman's figure. She would have looked like any girl her age if it were not for how top heavy she had become. No one expected to see a girl with breasts the size of basketballs. That is a literal description of her. No one could meet her and look her in the eyes. They would talk to her and their eyes would never get above her breast line. You just don't think you would ever meet a Dolly Parton with the face of a child. The result was that boys and men were always trying to get into her panties.

A Story Too Funny To Lose!
So fucking true. When girls don't put out!! This was written by a guy... it's pretty damn smart. Girls -- Please have a sense of humor! I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!" So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to s

Story5
Marcia sat with her head resting on her hands, staring at the driving rain out of her large bedroom window. Wistfully, she though of lying on the cold metal flooring of the veranda outside the window, feeling the flesh of two gorgoeus females pressed against her as she felt the rain thrashing against her oh-so-sensitive body. This was one of her favourite fantasies. In fact, it was one of her many, more-and-more-frequent-of-late fantasies involving members of the same sex. Marcia was a wilful, headstrong girl, and she was not used to being denied what she wanted. What she wanted right now was to experience the touch and the taste of another female, but what she could have was exactly that. Marcia had to keep up the charade of her happy little rich daddy's girl life, even though it was killing her, and she felt the ever-deepening frustration growing within her day by day. Marcia knew without a shadow of a doubt that if the press got hold of any kind of scandal involving h

Story6
It is the biggest social event of the year for the Sports Association of Glasgow University, the Sports Association Ball. Some queue overnight to get a ticket but I was in the fortunate position of not needing to, being the President of the Association. It is an evening of celebration and congratulations for the achievements of the last year and my last official task before I left office. It had been a good year. We were going to be awarding eleven full blues and fifteen half blues. Blues are awarded for athletes who have been picked to represent their country in their given sport and half blues for people who had excelled but not quite made the level needed for a full blue. We had won the National University Championships in athletics, swimming, football (men?s and women?s), squash and surprisingly we became the first Scottish University to win the cricket championship. We had also had great individual success over the year. On reflection it had been a dream year as

A Story Of Faith
A few weeks ago my son in law was driving taxi one eve when a young man entered his life as a new fare. He asked to be taken to a shelter for the homeless. As he spoke to him he learned of his difficult beginning in our city where he had come with much hope to start a life with friends from Toronto. He had given them his portion of rent as well as what was to cover a security deposit. The next day when he awoke his friends were gone. He had a secure job and continued working at this but his " friends " did not appear for many days and the rent funds had apparently disappeared as well. He was evicted from the apartment as he could not pay. My son in law told him he may have a place for him to stay and a job and gave him his phone number. After consulting with all of us ( there are seven of us that live together at this time ) we all agreed we must help this young man out. My daughter and her husband went from shelter to shelter to find him. He was brought home to a soft c

A Story About Jim And Peggy
It is important for men to remember that as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman. My name is Jim. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Peggy. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Peggy to get a full-time job along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf club about the same time she gets home from work. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch

Story.......
....SHE DANCES LIKE A PEGGED LEG DRUNK. FORTUNE HAS HER NUMBER FOR SHE SLEEPS WITH EVERYONE. THE DAYS PAST NIGHT AGAIN, SO THE MOON STRETCHES ACROSS THE PLAIN OF SIGHT. THERE WAS A TIME FOR REMEMBERANCE, BUT IT SEEMS MORE CONVENIENT TO LET IT GO, FANCY ALTHOUGH I FORGOT, YOUR NAME AGAIN MY FRIEND? SURELY YOUVE WALKED PAST AND FIGURED ON WORDS THAT NEVER CAME, FOR WHEN I LOOK AT YOU I AM ONLY SPEECHLESS ON THE OUTSIDE, IT'S A DAMN GOOD THING YOU CANT READ MINDS. IF YOU COULD WOULD YOU SLAP ME OR SMILE? WHO KNOWS BUT YOU. ID DANCE TOO BUT I LEFT MY NEW SHOES AT THE STORE, REALLY NOW, I HAVENT EVEN BOUGHT THEM. DO YOU THINK IF I COULD HAVE ANYTHING IN THE WORLD, WOULD IT BE YOU??? WOULD I BE ME?? DO YOU KNOW MY NAME? COULD I CALL YOU BY ANOTHER....

Story
i was thinking woulen't it be nice to come to your room this night, and get with you in bed ....i'll move real slow , not to wake you , wanna feel your warm back against my body ... i'll touch your beautifull body with one hand ... slowly... move it over your hips , wanna feel how soft you are !!! then i touch your breasts ... go to your nipple . I love to feel a womans body change by my touch ... your nipple get's hard now ... You think you have a nice dream ... suddenly , you turn to your back . I can see you smile !! yep, must be a nice dream .. i know it's riscky , but i can't resist to go with my mouth to that hard nipple ... i lick on it , make it all wet , then, jently blow a little ... mmmm she get's even harder now .... My hand go's slowly down to your pussy .... i'm getting nuts from exitement now .... hope you don't wake up .... think it's so kinky , touching you like this !!! my finger touches your pussy now ...waaaaauw you're so wet !!!! i hear you mow

Story 2
you make me feel so hot now .... tell me what you want me to do masteres... o you wanna tigh me to your bed ? naked ? ok ... what you gonna do ??? please hurt me bad ??? for i'm sutch a bad boy .... mmmm you give me a striptease .... that's not a punish !!! mmmm i see you've shaved yourself... i see you're wet too !!! little drups of your hot juice roll over your legs !!! let me taste you please... - you wanne taste ? you say ... yes, please , -this ? and you put a finger in your wet pussy ... -you wanne taste this ???? while you put your wet finger in your mouth ... YESSSSSSSS please - i don't think so you naughty boy !!! and you come to sit between my legs at the end of the bed .... if i put up my head i can see right in your pussy, al opened and wet ... i see you put your finger inside again and you start to touch your klit with the wet finger... all the time you look at me as to ask if i wanna touch it .... my dick begins to grow and grow ....you see it

Storm Of Love
Tonight I need you near me, To wrap me within your arms. The day has been cold and rainy, Shelter me from this wicked storm. Wrapped in your blanket of thunder, You place your arms around me. Your tenderness I long for, Your spreaded wings I seek. Lightning streaks across the sky, Symbolizing different times in my life. I find no pleasure from it, Just a long and lonely strife. You lift me to the sky, On angels wings I now fly. On this cold and stormy night, Of lonliness I die. ~AKL~

The Story Of My Life Again
went to the doctor. he wants another set of mri's done in case something might have changed for the worse since I had them done last year. then he wants to do this electric shock procedure where they stick needles in my body and electricute me and pinpoint which nerve it is. and yes that part is real painful I hear. then he wants me to be put in this s & m type bondage stuff where I hang from the door for 20 minutes 6 times a day in hopes it might straighten itself out. with that in mind Im lortabbed the shit up and going to bed. peace luv and crabs ryawolf

The Story Of Creation... Well Sort Of...
In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives. Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, "You want chocolate with that?" And Man said, "Yes!" and Woman said, "and as long as you're at it, add some sprinkles." And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled. And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14. So God said, "Try my fresh green salad." And Satan presented Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast. God then said, "I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and o

A Story Of Ecstasy...
A Story Of Ecstasy... I ache to be with you tonight To be behind you holding you close So I can whisper to you All the nasty little things I want to do I ache to feel your soft lips kissing me As I run my hands over you Teasing your breasts with my hands Sliding my fingers down your body Till I get to that sweet little spot that makes you moan I ache to slip me fingers inside you To tease you and watch you wiggle in ecstasy And share delight All as you can feel me pressed up against you Letting you know how bad I want you As you can now feel my hardness pressing against your tight ass I ache to stand behind you Holding your naked body tightly Pressing up against you As you tilt you head back and say to me “Make me yours tonight, control me” “I want to do all the nasty things you want” “I need you I want you take me”. And with those words spoken I slowly bend you over exposing that sweet ass of yours And with a light slap the fun beg

The Story On Alan From Channel 5
I WAS GOING TO POST THE STORY ON ALAN THAT WKRG CHANNEL 5 DID ON ALAN, HOWEVER IT IS A BIT PERSONAL. SO IF U WOULD LIKE TO READ IT U CAN GO HERE. the story aired last year in september www.wkrg.com and type in giant axonal neuropathy and his story will come up

The Story Of A Youth Who Went Forth To Learn What Fear Was
A certain father had two sons, the elder of whom was smart and sensible, and could do everything, but the younger was stupid and could neither learn nor understand anything, and when people saw him they said 'there's a fellow who will give his father some trouble.' When anything had to be done, it was always the elder who was forced to do it, but if his father bade him fetch anything when it was late, or in the night-time, and the way led through the churchyard, or any other dismal place, he answered 'oh, no, father, I'll not go there, it makes me shudder.' For he was afraid. Or when stories were told by the fire at night which made the flesh creep, the listeners sometimes said 'oh, it makes us shudder.' The younger sat in a corner and listened with the rest of them, and could not imagine what they could mean. 'They are always saying 'it makes me shudder, it makes me shudder, it does not make me shudder.' Thought he. 'That, too, must be an art of which I understand nothing.' Now it

Stories About Snakes(called Paddocks In This Version)
There was once a little child whose mother gave her every afternoon a small bowl of milk and bread, and the child seated herself in the yard with it. But when she began to eat, a paddock came creeping out of a crevice in the wall, dipped its little head in the dish, and ate with her. The child took pleasure in this, and when she was sitting there with her little dish and the paddock did not come at once, she cried, paddock, paddock, come swiftly hither come, thou tiny thing, thou shalt have thy crumbs of bread, thou shalt refresh thyself with milk. Then the paddock came in haste, and enjoyed its food. It even showed gratitude, for it brought the child all kinds of pretty things from its hidden treasures, bright stones, pearls, and golden playthings. The paddock, however, drank only the milk, and left the bread-crumbs alone. Then one day the child took its little spoon and struck the paddock gently on its head, and said, eat the bread-crumbs as well, little thing. The mother, who was

The Story Of Schlauraffen Land
In the time of Schlauraffen I went forth and saw Rome and the lateran hanging by a small silken thread, and a man without feet who outran a swift horse, and a keen sharp sword that cut through a bridge. I saw a young ass with a silver nose which pursued two fleet hares, and a lime-tree that was very large, on which hot cakes were growing. I saw a lean old goat which carried about a hundred cart-loads of fat on his body, and sixty loads of salt. Have I not told enough lies. I saw a plough ploughing without horse or cow, and a child of one year threw four millstones from Ratisbon to Treves, and from Treves to Strasburg, and a hawk swam over the rhine, which he had a perfect right to do. I heard some fishes begin to make such a disturbance with each other, that it resounded as far as heaven, and sweet honey flowed like water from a deep valley to the top of a high mountain, and these were strange things. There were two crows which were mowing a meadow, and I saw two gnats building a bridg

Story Of Us ~part 1
It was a Friday night and I was on my way out the door to see a school play when I received a “Friend Request” from some guy (who by the way had a cute picture), with time being limited I went a head and added him and figured that I would check out his page later and if I didn’t approve I would delete him then; plus I wanted to see if he would send me a message and/or what he had to say. I wasn’t able to check out his page until the next day… and honestly, with the stuff that he had on the page I would never had added him, it was a little extreme. If you know me and I hope you all do, you know that I am pretty traditional, conservative and down to earth…not crazy, wild and spontaneous. It was three days later, no comment from him and I was bored going through my “friend list” when I came across some blogs Ken has posted. You have to have permission to read most of them and I noticed that he was online; so me being the curious person that I am sent him a message asking what they were

Story Of Us ~part 2
Part one left with Ken in the field, and how I believe that was the best for our situation. Now I have to cover some things that I missed, or voided from part one. (Make sure you have time for this is a long one people) My family is a very big part of who I am and my life. As I have gotten older, my relationship with my parents has flourished to one of openness and respect. My mom has become one of my best friends and I talk with her about things that you normally wouldn’t talk to a parent about. In the week leading up to “meeting” Ken, I received quite a few messages and comments from guys who were looking for something that I was not willing to play, now me not thinking told my mom that I was receiving some comments from guys in the area. So by the time I started talking to Ken, my thoughts as well as my mother’s was one of weariness and caution. If I remember correctly it was the third day of talking (second day in the field) when I decided to mention to my mom that

Story Of Us ~part 3
I have been writing about how Ken and I met. Part 1 cover the first five days and part 2 the last two of the first week; now if I continue writing this out in the same matter then there would be about 10 parts to this explanation since it has four weeks already, so I have been told to do the most important parts. Fun thing is I will probably still put in as much detail as the first two. But I felt that the first two were important to explain like I did and how they were broken up, which I hope you all agree. But sorry guys this one is longer but at least done. Okay---On with the story… So we met officially on Sunday, Ken’s truck was in the shop and on Monday I received a call around lunch time from him asking if I would met him somewhere to take him to pick up his truck. He was actually supposed to return to work but he took his time in calling in and finally they called him and told him that he didn’t have to return. We hung out for the rest of the day, watched movies and

Story Of Us ~part 4
The last post was posted in December. I have been thinking a lot of what I will say in this blog; I mean I could give you a detail day by day story but that is something that should be in a diary... eventhough I knew there are many out there who use blogs for just that, but that is not me. So I will tell you what I would like to share with you. Ken and I had been talking a lot about eventually moving in together in the New Year. I had some concerns about this but felt it would work out and by the time we returned from Flordia we were looking for a place to live. We were lucky. We found a really cute 2 bedroom apartment... 2 bedrooms for when his twins would visit during the summer. The ever next day after turning in our apartment applications we got a call that changed eveything. I am not going into details but Ken returned to Flordia to fight for his girls. When he returned we moved in together. And about three weeks later his twins arrived. So now I am currently l

Story Of Us ~part 5
On January 14th I admitted to myself that something was off...with about two weeks of evidence. I burst into tears after talking with my sister; she was giving me a hard time for not making the trip down to Houston. Ken took me back to my dorm where I sat staring at the wall for an hour and half. Now I could get into why I didnt first think to why I could be pregnant with all the female reasons but that would be way too much information, lets just say that I had my reasons to why it was missing. I had my bags packed and I figured that if I go to Houston without knowing, my mom would something was up and will ask if I was pregnant; I will burst into tears again for I wouldnt know the answer and so on... so my solution... buy a test and take it on the road. Well I didnt take it on the road; that would have been horrible. I returned to my dorm and thought I should really take this tomorrow, for I just went to the bathroom 15 mins before, and have consume a litter of water, plus it w

Story No.3
I come home from work on a day that we have been teasing each other all day by email phone & text and we both now that we so horny that we need release. As i come in the door I can smell dinner already cooking, when i get to the kitchen I find you there with your back towards me cooking dinner, I immediately notice that you have incredibly sexy clothes on under your apron, infact I can see that your wearing a short (very short) black leather skirt, high heels and a white shirt, along with knee high black boots. I walk up behind you and slip my arm round your waist and start to kiss your neck and ear as i know how that drives you nuts, i notice then that you are also wearing a collar and i know that it means I get to play tonight with you as my toy. You tell me to stop as I wouldn't want dinner to get burnt, I slide my hand down you back and up and under you skirt to find that you aren't wearing any underwear, my hand brushes against your clit and i can tell how turned on you al

Storm!
To everyone! i'm sorry for last night, i was talking with few of you when the storm started (yeah we had a meteorological alert) and well, suddenly we got power outage and we were like that most of the night.... raning, thunders, wind and wind and wind... Autum is here! result: i went to sleep in the livingroom, and Jade (my puppy) came to sleep with me too lol later i'll do a lil video with me and my puppy :) Okay, from yesterday, i went to do that breathing test to know if the bacteria helicobacter pylori is still in my stomach causing gastritis or not, i'll know the result next thursday. This morning i went back to rehab but starting with my ankle, because this new doctor (the one i had appointment last monday) said i have a sprained ankle... now it's hurting ugh LOL the question is: when will i finish with this things? i hope as soon as possible :) well please everyone have a great weekend i'll try in my side :) hugs and xoxo

Story No.4
We are out in the hot tub one summers evening just as the sun is setting, its nice and warm outside still. We have been foolling around a bit in the tub my hands over your body, tweaking your nipples and your hands running over my chest and then down towards my groin. You reach for cock which by now is hard under your touch, you start to move your hands backwards and forwards, i tell you to stop, you say no and carry on, i'm getting closer and closer and tell you to stop again, you ignore me and carry on. Fine I say and get up to go, you say your sorry and ask me not to go but I say its too late for that now and leave you in the tub. Once inside the house i run to get the things that i need for your punishment. I creep back outside to surprise you, you still have your back to me in the tub, i pull a silk scarf out of the bag of toys that i have with me and quickly tie it over your eyes, as i am doing it i notice a little grin cross your face. I take your hands and help you out of t

A Story Of Six Boys
Please take a minute to read this: A Story of Six Boys.. Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade class from Chilton, WI . where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable. On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II. Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, "Where are you guys from?" I told him that we were from Wisconsin . "Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, a

Stories From The Emergency Room
HARD TO BELIEVE, BUT THESE ARE ALL TRUE STORIES FROM EMERGENCY ROOMS AROUND THE COUNTRY: FEMALE SOFA----- A 500 lb. woman from Illinois was examined in a hospital. During the examination, an asthma inhaler fell from under her armpit, a dime was found under one of her breasts and a remote control was found lodged between the folds of her vulva. Eeewwwww..... PRICKLY PAIR----- OUCH! In Michigan , a man came into the ER with lacerations to his penis. He complained that his wife had "...a rat in her privates..." which bit him during sex (not the first conclusion I would have drawn,I don't think). After an examination of his wife, it was revealed that she had a surgical needle left inside her after a recent hysterectomy. PING PONG ANYONE? ----- A 20 year old man came into the ER with a stony mass in his rectum. He said that he and his boyfriend were fooling around with concrete mix, when his boyfriend had the idea of pouring the mix into his anus using a funnel (you'd do

The Story About My Name Blackheart For All That Wants To Know!!!!
Some know on here about my dauther Robben!!! Why i have not seen her and how much pain i go there everyday because of it!!! I have never seen my little girl her mother ran with her two month befor she was to be born just so i could not be there to be on her borth papers for the last year and two month i been fight the courts to find her!!!Her mother jumps state to state as soon as she think i know where they are just to keep me from my dauther!!! My dauther is a big part of my life even thou i have never heared her kissed her hold her in my arms she still makes me smile everyday know she out there and one day i meet her !!! But after the smile the pain hits me hard for i trully do love my little angel all i wish for is for her to know that i do!!! Why does her mother do this to me because she know it hurts me !!! Why would she want to hurt me because in her mind she feeles i should be hurt!!! but ever day my heart hurts more and more get to be where it only a couple of people have been

Story No. 4
We are out in the hot tub one summers evening just as the sun is setting, its nice and warm outside still. We have been foolling around a bit in the tub my hands over your body, tweaking your nipples and your hands running over my chest and then down towards my groin. You reach for cock which by now is hard under your touch, you start to move your hands backwards and forwards, i tell you to stop, you say no and carry on, i'm getting closer and closer and tell you to stop again, you ignore me and carry on. Fine I say and get up to go, you say your sorry and ask me not to go but I say its too late for that now and leave you in the tub. Once inside the house i run to get the things that i need for your punishment. I creep back outside to surprise you, you still have your back to me in the tub, i pull a silk scarf out of the bag of toys that i have with me and quickly tie it over your eyes, as i am doing it i notice a little grin cross your face. I take your hands and help you out of t

Story No.5
Just thinking about walking in and finding you blindfolded in front of me in some sexy lingerie, i lead you upstairs and bend you over the bend, quickly i tie your legs apart to the bottom of the bed and repeat the process with your wrists. next i stand up behind you, you can feel my hard cock against you I reach round infront of you and start to pinch your nipples with one hand, rolling it in between my thumb and forefinger making it hard, with my other hand you can feel me teasing my moving my hand up and down the shaft, you feel the tip against your anus and then i pull away. You moan softly as i release your nipple, i pick up a flogger thats laying by the the bed bend, you moan as the leather wraps around your very sexy arse, i do this a few times and again you feel me behind you, this time i take the handle of the whip and slowly push it inside your very wet pussy, i move it in and out you moan everytime one of the ridges of the handle goes inside you or gets pulled out, i bring y

A Story From My Mind.
This is something i wrote down because it was clouding my mind... Just a few weeks ago, my life started to get a little complicated again like it was back when I was dating the vixen that tore my heart away from me. My mind seems a little distracted, as if I didn’t already have enough on my mind what with school-based plans and financial stress. I find myself thinking of what-if, how about and I wonder questions all the time, nothing bad of course yet not helping my focus very much either. The cause of the maelstrom in my mind? A girl. Not exactly who I would have expected either, I’ve only known her for a small time frame… It all started in class, I only have one class with her but I always look forward to it because of the good time we all have in each other’s company. On the first day of classes she wasn’t there so where I sat was next to one of my best friends. However on the next day he was late as hell and the seat was taken by the girl, she wanted to sit behind a friend of h

Story I Am Writing (untitled) Still A Work In Progress
She looked at herself one last time in her rearview mirror and fixed the strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes. Thoughts running through her head about how this was a mistake in the making, still she could not will herself to leave. Opening the door to her car, she grabs her phone and keys and locks the door as she makes her way to his door. Unsure of what will happen she hope that she will not regret a single moment spent with him tonight. He opens the door to her second knock and invites her in. He helps her out of her jacket and tells her to take a seat. She is still shocked at the small connection that she feels to him even if they have not spent a moment alone till now. How is she going to get through the rest of the night without letting go and giving in to the temptation to go to him and kiss him. Choosing a spot on the sofa as he hands her a drink, she places her phone and keys on his table. He turns and takes a seat on the other sofa and takes a drink from his beer as

The Story Of The Prowler.
{{{before this begins, allow me to state that I am only posting this on the suggestion of a friend. I would not normally detail such exploits in this type of forum}}} Allow me to tell you this lovely tale, as a side note to the efforts of my roommate, Jeremy. Between my 18th and 20th birthdays, I was quite the adventurous individual. One of the regular adventures I experienced was a monthly game of Truth or Dare with about 20 of what I thought were my closest friends. Anyway, one of my favorite questions from those games mysteriously came to be very true in my day-to-day life. The question posed to me was this: If your sex life could be described as a car, what car would it be and why? My answer to this question was the Plymouth Prowler. Not because it is a limited edition that everyone wanted to have at one point in time. Not because it is powerful. Not because it has a style to it that was all the craze. Not because it was worth every ounce of work to get one.

The Storms Of Life
The Storms of life When the storm clouds gather and your life is filled with care, Let Jesus help you through each day for he is always there. He's not just watching from afar when life's river rages through, From when you feel you can't go on with love he carries you. He promised to be with you His presence you will know, he will help you through the storms of life because he loves you so.

Story No. 6
You wake up one morning to find that i have already gone snowboarding for the day, you didn't really want me to go but you understand that there isn't much left of the season, you notice that there is an envelope on my pillow with your name on. You open it and out falls a coupon for a massage at the local spa, you smile to yourself thinking maybe i should let him go more often.You climb out of bed and head for a nice hot shower. Your mind wanders while you are in the shower, as do your hands, up over your breasts, round your neck, playing with your nipples in the soapy water, down to your aching pussy, they slide so easily over your clit and inside you. Slowly you move your fingers in and out, stopping every little while to tease your clit, finally you decide you can't take it anymore and make yourself cum hard with wild abandonment. You finishing rinsing off and step out of the shower and continue to dry yourself and get ready for the spa, you pack your bag put on some sweat pants and