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Storytime
On a farm in upstate New York, there's an apple tree. This apple tree produces beautiful juicy, sweet Fuji apples. The sweetest juiciest apples came from this tree year after year. One season an apple began to form at the top of the tree. She was hugged by the sun and kissed by the rain. She loved home but longed for somethin more. She just needed The Hands to take her away like she saw happened to the apples. Everytime The Hands came she would puff out her chest and try to show as bright as ever. Each time she watched other apples taken in the Big Brown Thing and wondered where they went. The season began to change and get colder. It was almost time to go back to sleep for the year. She'd try again the next year. Well the Hands came one more time. Today was her day. No more sleepin durin the cold months. She'd live. The Fuji, puffed herself up and turned the brightest she could. She concentrated so hard that she didn't realize she shook the branch she called home. Finally she felt

Story Time!!
Ready for a story goddess and gods. Because Feel one coming on,he he!! Maybe it was the rain that lead her to this,a place she never thought she'd go. But then again rain always did make her feel strange. So here she found herself at the door of a shady bar,the kind that your drawn to but never go in. So here she was a 27 year old and never done all the wild thoughts she had. Took a deep breath and entered. Just as she thought the place smelled of booze and sex. As she headed to the bar she saw that the air was thick with smoke and the place was packed with people from all areas of life. To the back end of the place you had your black suits and ties. To the left you had your bikers and wanders. To the right you had your good ol'boys and truckers. In the center next to the stage you had your goths and their followers. As she sat on a chair and ordered herself a shot of JD with a rum and coke as a chaser,she could help but think of her dear old granny rolling in her grave be

A Story
about a time lonmg ago well one that feels that way just the same when this girl could feel loved and adored ever week hour minute counted down to the second waiting to have to hold to be with slowly i see things trun it hurts me that u dont seem to look at me where has it gone the love i remember when y would say it all the time now even at the good bye is it there no it seems most of everthing these days is gone i will give it back that is what u want right thats all u want right cuz if it wasnt that way u would say i love u 2

Stories That I Wish I Couldn't Tell.
My brother told me, "You got all these stories to yell, I wish I had 'em" He doesn't understand I wish I didn't have them. I can tell you about all the times a big deal has went bad, About all the drugs I have had, the fights that I have seen. Running from from the cops, trying to get off the scene. The first time I shot a gun, the first time I got shot at. All the times I showed up pissed off, holding a bat. How powerful it feels to pull off a big ass steal. All the ways to tell if your boy is real. Parties that lasted for days, and houses full of crack-slaves. I could tell you about all that, and never have a tear in my eye. But shit I know I would cry trying to talk about all that I missed. I don't remember my first kiss, my first crush, it leaves me pissed. Filling me head with so much shit, can't remember my childhood. To busy fighting and fucking up the white boy hood. I can remember watching my boy get his ribs kicked in, By somebody we bothed called brother an

The Story Of Edith Burns...
THIS IS WORTH EVERY MINUTE IT TAKES TO READ IT. TRUST ME!! Happy Easter! Edith Burns was a wonderful Christian who lived in San Antonio, Texas She was the patient of a doctor by the name of Will Phillips. Dr. Phillips was a gentle doctor who saw patients as people. His favorite patient was Edith Burns One morning he went to his office with a heavy heart and it was because of Edith Burns When he walked into that waiting room, there sat Edith with her big black Bible in her lap earnestly talking to a young mother sitting beside her. Edith Burns had a habit of introducing herself in this way: "Hello, my name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Then she would explain the meaning of Easter, and many times people would be saved. Dr. Phillips walked into that office and there he saw the head nurse, Beverly. Beverly had first met Edith when she was taking her blood pressure. Edith began by saying,"My name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?"

The Story Of My Life...
"Almost made you love me Almost made you cry Almost made you happy, baby Didn't I didn't I You almost had me thinkin' You were turned around But everybody knows Almost doesn't count Almost heard you saying You were finally free What was always missing for you, baby You'd found it in me But you can't get to heaven Half off the ground Everybody knows Almost doesn't count I can't keep on lovin' you One foot outside the door I hear a funny hesitation Of a heart that's never really sure Can't keep on tryin' If you're looking for more Than all that I could give you Than what you came here for Gonna find me somebody Not afraid to let go Want a no doubt be there kind of man You came real close But everytime you built me up You only let me down And everybody knows Almost doesn't count Maybe you'll be sorry Maybe you'll be cold Maybe you'll come runnin' back, baby From the cruel cruel world Almost convince me You're gonna stick around But everybody k

Storm, Break Loose!
by Dr. William Pierce Let's talk more today about a question that listeners have raised repeatedly: What can I do for my people? What can I do to fight my people's enemies? If you've been listening to these American Dissident Voices programs for a while, you know that more than anything else I have urged people to stop being spectators and become participants in the historical process. If you don't like what's being done to our society, to our world, then get off the sidelines and get out on the field. Don't just sit there and complain quietly to your friends. Do something! The fact that not as many people as I would like have responded to this urging is not entirely due to cowardice or laziness. Most Americans are very much constrained by their need to earn a living. Relatively few have complete freedom of action. If they are to join the fight they need specific and practical suggestions about what they can do -- and still earn a living. So today I want to make one or two suc

Story Time Part 2
As he licked and nibbled on her hot wet core she could feel the little storm coming. He could tell as well so he grabbed a hold of her hips and licked faster and harder. When the storm broke she lifted her hips up and just shivered and he took all of her juices. Then as the last of the after shivers stopped, he turn his lips and tongue to her nipples and she found herself moaning once again. Then when her nipples were nice and hard he flip her over on her tummy. As he did he slipped member into her hot wet core. As he did she moan and let out a soft husky sigh. As he slipped in and out of her wet core she could feel herself getting hotter with each thrust he made. As his thrust picked up she could feel another storm on it's way. He could tell that another storm was on the way and he could tell also that she was fighting to keep a hold on it. So he bit her om the back of her neck and pinched her hard nipple. She could tell by his bite that he wasn't going to let her hold on to

The Storyteller (sonnet)
He's perfected his craft over the years Without hopes of gaining fame nor wealth Shared his many tales of laughter and tears Though none will collect dust on a shelf The words inside will be read many times And treasured for generations to come He has touched a heart with every line And left them wanting more when it was done A new story with each stoke of the pen When one is finished another unfolds Captivating from beginning to end They will not be forgotten once they're told Though he may disapear or fade away His words live on forever and a day

Story Time.
Once upon a time there was a boy named....B and a girl named A. One day on the internet B was surfing this site called CT when all of a sudden he looked up to see the most beautiful face in the world looking back at him in the cherry blast section. He clicked away commenting randomly like he does, singing songs via comment. A few weeks later he observed that this remarkably gorgeous creature had responeded to him in the shout box. And so began the endless conversations, in fact, i think that the origninal conversation has never really eneded, its still going on today. Threw the days he learned lots about this beautiul women. She has the ultimate sense of humor, supreme charisma, extremely independent, the greatest personality, and the complete and virtually totally complete opposite views that of B. And yet he was hooked. Shouting turned to IMing, IMing to texting, texting to talking, and from talking we go to loving. B has never met somone that he has been able to connect with so

Story No. 4
continuation from Story Time 3... She smiles as she reaches down and takes his hand, she turns down the stove as she leads him to the living room, she stops at the couch and stares at him with a devilish grin on her face, he smiles back at her, not knowing what is about to happen to him. She suddenly pushes him down hard onto the couch, then quickly moves to his lap, pinning him in his seat, he looks up at her a little stunned. Her hands start to move over his chest, slowly moving down to the bottom of his shirt, he sits there still a little stunned by her aggressiveness. Her hand moves under his shirt and slowly pushes it up as her hands move over his skin. He lets out a low moan and closes his eyes as her fingers finds his nipples and start to play, twisting and pinching them. She smiles, leans down and gently starts to bite his neck. His eyes open and watches his lady, he never knew she could be so aggressive, but it was a pleasurable surprise. His moves his hands down to her hip

Story No. 5
He quickly stands and moves for the bedroom, a wide smile on his face, he looks down and sees her robe on the floor just outside the door, his smile widening even more than before he reaches for the door and tries to open it, it's locked, he hears laughter from the other side, he knocks lightly and asks to be let in, but she wont do it, she grins evilly on the other side of the door and tells him that the only way she will let him in is if he begs. His ego gets the best of him and keeps trying the door, hoping it will open. She slides down against the door, her hands moving to her pussy, she starts to rub it gently while telling her lover just exactly what she is doing and how it was making her feel. Her fingers move slowly over her folds, separating them as they move, she moans just loud enough that he can hear her from the other side of the door. She slowly slides a finger inside herself and moves it to her g-spot and starts to stroke it gently, her other hand moving to her breasts a

Storms
Storms Margie DeMerell There will be storms, child There will be storms And with each tempest You will seem to stand alone Against cruel winds But with time, the rage and fury Shall subside And when the sky clears You will find yourself Clinging to someone You would have never known But for storms.

Storm Warning
A storm creeps in, closing the day Darkening skies, clouds of grey Thunder explodes as they collide Once driven by the fire of love Now burning away, like incense Leaving the fragrance of memories Love is neglected Struck by lightning (or life?) Tears wash away with the rain Love is slowly forgotten Claws of monotony grasp tightly Shattering any remains of shelter Silence... Hardening of the soul Thunder once more Confusion... Screams for help... Cries of pain... ...or is that laughter I hear in the sounds of the rain? -Published [Copyright ©2007 Stormie]

Stormy In Va.
Well I thought the wind and rain,would be the new's of the day here,In reality that was nothing,I am thinking of the victim's and their families at Virginia Tech,as I pray for their comfort,I realise how truly blessed I am.

Story Of The Week.
As u all probably dont know I love writing short stories when I'm bored keep in mind pretty much 98% of my stories have nothing to do with me it's just things i think of writing about so...Enjoy. But if u dont...Ill try better next time then for you :D Critism is much loved just as well as praise right then? Read on literate people read on!!!! Once upon a time a girl. With all her problems she accumalated she started to disappear. Her and her parents never saw eye-to-eye, her boyfriend aways wanted more and better things, her and her school work could never co-operate, her job was so unappreciating for such hard work. One day she couldn't talk to anyone about all of her problems and issues because people were uncaring and only thought about themselves. While people didn't listen, she couldn't be heard. She started to run away from her problems. She ran away from home leaving her family without a word of goodbye, leaving her boyfriend without a good bye kiss, her friends without

The Story Of Your Anus
As i look at this chair,sitting in the computer, drinking a bowl and smokin some coffee,i realize my minds all backwards,and i cant keep you off me.i'm sexy as you smell.wild,and kinky as well.i crack alot of jokes,lotta storys to tell.it comes from the crazie life i once lived,and the pride i wouldnt give,as the white government took everything for (witch)i live.left me with "society" and a single white dove.to remind me of the beauty that once was.the children that i love.and the culture we'll all miss.But this isnt that.as that is this. becouse tommarrow's yesterdays are today. but only in the afternoon. becouse mornings before..night..is after noon. So i ask "have you seen the magical bafoon? eat some lsd.and take a walk with me.through the times of the hour glass, the wilderness and animals we pass.down into the darkness. into the halls of memories.random thoughts and energys.we will share our thriving force,our wildest desires and their driving source.as we learn about each oth

A Storm And I'm Sorry
sorry for yesterday i was helping few and talking to others here, and a storm was comming when i went out of the office going home.... of course the storm started, and when i came home the whole city hadn't power (we were in power outage) so this is my explain and the apologize for the delay and of course i'm here now :) if you wanna see a part of what happened go here, there are 3 videos http://www.clarin.com/diario/2007/04/18/um/m-01402299.htm click on the Video.03 and you'll see how a car was under the water on a street 20 mins from my house... yes, not a good luck :( (it's in spanish but shocking enough)

Storm Feelings
I was caught in the whirlwind, pulled up, taken across plains and mountains, and dropped on stranger shores. Desert and mountains, scrub burned with curious fires, scots pipes, droning where they don't belong. We stood, briefly, near the small plain, where every last bit of my father was turned loose to the air. I never missed him as much as I did then, with the pipes echoing in my head. Cold, and an unusual Nevada storm rolling in, retrospectively it felt right, like the world gave us a nod, said, "We loved him and miss him as well" Back to Vegas noise, that storm feeling in my heart, where it mattered, later, in Kansas, still in my heart.

Storytime
Let me tell you a story.For the sake of the story, put yourself into the place of a 15-year-old mother from about 4,000 years ago.You are a pretty decent person. You have a live-and-let-live philosophy. Your husband is a good provider, maybe with a straying eye, perhaps, but decent all the same.The love of your life, though, is your baby daughter.She is one of the most perfect babies ever, bright eyed, curious, and hardly crying at all.Even when the man next door is working on some sort of building project all night.Your husband tells you that the crazy next door neighbor, Noah, is building some sort of boat and he's going to have lots of animals on it, stinking up the place.Anyway, after a few months the boat is completed. Just like your husband said, there's lots of animals that come to the boat. Noah, with a checklist, lets most of them on, not allowing the dinosaurs, unicorns, etc in. (No particular reason I guess. Maybe he just didn't like them.)A few days later, the animals

A Storie To Remember
His touch was amazing, Like the sun wrapping me in it's warmth....My skin, oh how, my skin weakend with every brush of his flesh untill I melted in his arms... He flowed through me as a midnight summers wind so strong it steals my breath... His will overpowering mine, the wanting of giving into this ecstasy that he so needlingly offers.. I wraped my body around his, to feel him deeper within this light of selflessness ...his world into mine...such music we made.... The song of morning came ringing in with a mystifing glow of gold....Our bodies lay still as a peacful slumber comes creeping to hold us in her glory..... so we may find each other again with rested eyes.

Story About Friendships.
This was emailed to me, i didn't write it but thought i would share it!! One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those

A Story To Live By
A Story To Live By - by Ann Wells (Los Angeles Times) My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion. I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to al

Storybook Love
Why would I a woman who has always wanted Storybook type of love Be so affraid of it? Is it that after 27 years of Settleing for the wrong men I can't allow myself to be Treated well? Why would I want less in life Why would I not want to hear a sincere "I love You" Why can't I allow this to happen Why does fear of being treated well make me stop Make me hide under my covers Bite my nails, and cry. I want that kind of love that Princess Bride is I want someone to rescue me To hold me, tell me "as you wish" And I want him to mean it when he says it. I want him to constantly think about me I want him to tell me how amazing I make his life I need to know you like me for nothing more than me. I grew up playing barbie's and watching movies I made barbie love her life And the movies I watched were far too adult for me Say anything was a movie I should never have watched I expected to much, but gave in to too little I wanted to hear outside my window some song

Story
How Daddy's little fuck slut doing knew come Daddy his special hello. Well slut I waiting for that mouth of your get to work doing what it was maked for sucking Daddy's dick Slut lowered her head onto Daddy dick. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, hoping give Daddy the best blow-job she could. Know that if he was not happy with it she would knew about it as was do. As soon as Daddy knew he was going to cum soon. He yanked her head back and blasted her face. now hold steal I'm not going to hold your face steal cum-bucket and neither are the people how dick I have suck. She immediately begin licking up the goo from her face, but a kick in the ribs stopped her. ?Bitch!? yelled Daddy, ? Did I say you could tasted my seed ? If I what you to tasted it would have come your mouth and not your face. Daddy looked at her and softly said, ?Do you know why I didn't cum in your mouth? The slut whose face was now a mixture of semen and tears shook her head and

3 Stories To Start Your Weekend Off...
Good Morning world and happy Friday….wheww hooo…cheers and all that good stuff. Well yesterday was, well thank the maker that is over… No more digging in clay for this boy. I feel like I have Popeye arms… and no green yucky stuff to make em’ that way. Holey smokes the moon was big, bright and full this morning on the drive into work. I found myself starring at it almost mesmerizing as I looked and looked. Well perhaps I glanced more then starred. Heck that would mean I would have been driving blindly…Which that brings up a goofy story. A 24-year-old from romania crashed into a tree in a car he stole earlier. The Romanian man decided to steal a car after he had a row with friends about his inability to do anything. His friends told him he was useless. To prove his friends wrong Alin Popescu set out to steal a car and drive it home. That would shut 'm up, so he thought. He actually managed to break into a parked car and start it with a screwdriver. He even succeeded in drivi

A Story About A Mentally Handicaped Child
Two Choices What would you do? You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice? At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?" The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."

Story Of My Life.
Have you ever felt as if, no matter what you do, you can't win? Well this feeling is quite prevalent to me at this time. If i back off and don't say what I think or feel then I'm considered uncaring and selfish, but if I do state my mind I'm considered pushy and bigmouthed. It's a no win situation and it's driving me insane. Not that I was completely sane to begin with. We all have our issues. I guess I consider myself as sane as can be expected after all I've gone through and, considering the people I surround myself with, I think of that as a blessing. Still, I'll be damned if insanity is going to be considered an excuse for plain old stupidity. I watch my friends and loved ones make mistake after mistake and feel powerless to stop them because if I try to it just causes an argument...and I hate to argue, especially when it's with someone I love and respect beyond measure. I get so upset that I end up making a fool of myself, but I can't stop it from happening. I know I'm right...at

The Story Of 'the Fisher King'
Story of The Fisher King Current mood: satisfied Category: Religion and Philosophy One of my favorite stories,was told in Terry Gilliam's movie The Fisher King.Enjoy,learn,mark and remember. The Story of the Fisher King It begins with the king as a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. Now while he is spending the night alone he's visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the holy grail, symbol of God's divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, "You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men." But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life filled with power and glory and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment not like a boy, but invincible, like God, ... so he reached into the fire to take the grail, ... and the grail vanished, ... leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded. Now as this boy grew ol

A Stormy Night
The thunder so loud it makes you jump,the lighteneing so bright it looks like daytime.The rain pounding the ground,wind blowing you can hear it in the trees.I love thunderstorms,the roar of the thunder,the lihtening as it streaks acoss the sky.Listening to the rain as it hits the ground.Thunderstorms are magical sights,you can feel its strenth,hear its fiery,feel the wild untamed wonder.then as it calms and all that left is the soft sound of the rain.Some are afraid of them.They are nature releasing its freedom upon the earth.You cuddle to the sound of the rain,you release passion to the thunder and lightening,feel the wildness of it,just sit back and let the sounds move through you.Work with the magic of it not against it.Thunderstorms are romantic and passionate!!!!!

Story
Another Life Ended She just sits there blankly staring off, the tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mind is finally made up, how shaking her fingers are on the razor blade between her thumb and index finger that she ends up with a small cut on her index finger from how much she's trembling. A friend tries to console her but she doesn't feel anything except the numbness where her heart once was. She doesn't feel any better, the hopelessness seeps back in and she feels as lost as she did several years ago when something else happened to shatter her heart. Memories long since gone and cold as her whole body feels now. One quick slice from the palm of her hand all the way up to her shoulder she doesn't even feel the blade slicing into her already scarred flesh, just along side the vein. Just enough she'll bleed out, but her passing will be slow. She starts to cry knowing she broke her word to never cut herself again. now dropping the razor blade she lays down on the bed and just looks

The Storm ,, Poem
Thunder some place in the sky,, I hear it in the distance,, I see the storm as it comes,, Blowing across distance and time,, Lights show as blasts of brilliant collars,, Lighten get close but I can not move,, I watch as it dances across the sky,, I stand and wonder,, Why this calls to me,, Does this bring to me my future,, Or does it hold my past,, I feel the power of the storm around me,, Opening in the clouds I now see,, I heard a bell towel,, I see now the 4 horsemen come,, Is it for me,, I can not tell,, I can not see,, wiisper

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

Story
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

Stormy
On a cold stormy night not very long ago I waited up for you It was getting late,supper was ruin Wondering where you were All kinds of thought were running threw my mind You never came home that night Ask you wher was you You gave me some kind of alibis Couple weeks went by and I found out your alibis turn out to be a lie You were with someone new On that cold stormy night my life change forever There went the trust and the love I had for you Sign: marion g

Story By A Special Girl...
She was on stage when he walked in. Song 2 of a 3 song set. It was a busy Saturday night and the tips were rolling in. Knowing she should go to the next guy waiting to not show favoritism, she thought twice and danced her way to his usual spot. Without skipping a beat, she knelt in front of his seat to show respect as he sat down. She then turned around and wagged her ass towards him. He placed a 20 in her garter to show he was there for her tonight. She leaned forward and whispered, "Thank you, Sir," and got up to finish her set. She made her way to the dressing room to change her costume. She knew what he liked to see her in, and scurried to please him. Putting on her smallest school girl skirt, and tightest black corset, she thought about what was in store for her tonight. Her heart began to jump as she thought of this, already starting to feel the warm dampness between her legs. She sighed, retouched her makeup and made her way to the main club. Pausing only the briefest of momen

The Story Behind Jack Schitt
WHO IS JACK SCHITT ??? For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way. Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack. In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt. Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock. Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they prod

Stories
I found a line and then it grew I found myself still thinking of you I felt so empty and now I'm fine But still it's burning when will you be mine Too much of the same stories in our lives I think its time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives I think its time for us to walk away from here Stories in our lives, we keep them all inside Stories in our lives, we keep them all inside Look at me, still in your mind Our memories, so intertwined Well you broke through, you found your way And so did I, no need to stay In the same old picture, tried and true We've been through that, let's look for something new Too much of the same stories in our lives I think its time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives I think its time for us to walk away from here Do you remember lying on the beach so late at night? Do you remember running through the sprinklers that night? Do you remember all the songs that I have wrote

The Storm
The Storm: by David Fisher The clouds are laden with water. Bursting at the seams with their potential toil. Prepared like a pot by a potter. Lifeless, they are as dull as ancient soil. FLASH. An explosion of light shatters the cold of night. Then a rumble of drums permeates the midnight air. I start to wonder whether I should stay or take flight. Then the rain starts to plummet. As the diamonds fall they make the soil rich. Freshness blows away all that was dirty and dry. Watching the ensuing deluge I sit warm in the Great Hall. As it slows the Sun tries to emerge. But like bees the clouds swarm. And prevent the light from setting in. So winter succumbs. And gives way to Spring.

Story Of The Rabbits
The Rabbit nation were very much depressed in spirits on account of being very obedient to their chief, obeyed all his orders to the letter. One of his orders was, that upon the approach of any other nation that they should follow the example of their chief and run up among the rocks and down into their burrows, and not show themselves until the strangers had passed. This they always did. Even the chirp of a little cricket would send them all scampering to their dens. One day they held a great council, and after talking over everything for some time, finally left it to their medicine man to decide. The medicine man arose and said: "My friends, we are of no use on this earth. There isn't a nation on earth that fears us, and we are so timid that we cannot defend ourselves, so the best thing for us to do is to rid the earth of our nation, by all going over to the big lake and drowning ourselves." This they decided to do; so going to the lake they were about to jump in, when th

The Story Of The Peace Pipe (sioux)
Two young men were out strolling one night talking of love affairs. They passed around a hill and came to a little ravine or coulee. Suddenly they saw coming up from the ravine a beautiful woman. She was painted and her dress was of the very finest material. "What a beautiful girl!" said one of the young men. "Already I love her. I will steal her and make her my wife." "No," said the other. "Don't harm her. She may be holy." The young woman approached and held out a pipe which she first offered to the sky, then to the earth and then advanced, holding it out in her extended hands. "I know what you young men have been saying; one of you is good; the other is wicked," she said. She laid down the pipe on the ground and at once became a buffalo cow. The cow pawed the ground, stuck her tail straight out behind her and then lifted the pipe from the ground again in her hoofs; immediately she became a young woman again. "I am come to give you this gift," she said. "It is the p

Storm Calling
I watch grey clouds Against a greyer sky As I travel in my metal coffin To places I’ve been before Dreaming of what I wish for Freedom, A woman’s touch, A chance to make a difference, In someone’s life Or Just an End to all this

Storm Of Love
Rain falls in sheets from the dark gray clouds leaden with moisture ready to fall to the groaned. The wind is howling as it pushes the rain toward a small house. Full of sweet love. Lightning flashes outside. Lighting up the dark room but the two lovers don't notice. There to wrapped up in each other. He kisses her gently wrapping his arms around her. Gradually taking the kiss deeper as he runs his hand down her body. The explore each others bodies slowly, gently so that flashes of sensations temporally block all else out. The atmosphere is electric. You could feel it everywhere and the air has grown thick with love and passion. While the storm rages on just out side there window. One just as strong screams to be set free to grow.

The Story Of Taps
Here is something Every American should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true: We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, "Taps." It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes. But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings. Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward

Story Of Racism
Story of Racism This took place on a BA (British Airways) flight between Johannesburg and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. "Madam, what is the matter," the hostess asked "You obviously do not see it then?" she responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat." "Be calm please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available." The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. "Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no ! seat in the business clas! s. All the same, we still have one place in the first class." Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued: "It is not usual for o

Stormy Weather
Electricity in the air begins to soar; The thunder begins to roar. As I hold you, you snuggle me to you; Excitement fills us all the way through. As the rain pours you kiss my wanton lips; While my hand on your heaving breast slips. Our hearts race with desire; And our hormones rage like fire. The storm increases in intensity; We run outside and set our inhibitions free. The only thing covering our bodies is rain; There, that stormy night, true euphoria we gain.

The Store Is Up, Running, And Making Me Twitchy!
I have been toying around with new designs and ideas. I made my first alternating black & white choker yesterday and my friend Carlie saw it and purchased it immediately! I want to find more colors to work with now that I know the outcome is so neat. I have another friend who is specifically requesting red waxed linen. I have white, purple, black, and I know blue was out there, but I'm not sure about red. I may need to track down a craft store, but I fear the reprocussions of entering A CRAFT STORE. Those places are seriously dangerous. I am also soon to start a Scorpio Kit for yet another friend. She's asking for labradorite & rubellite like my last Scorpio choker, only she wants me to work with the white cord. Her kit is going to include: One choker, one bracelet, one pair of earrings, a pocket stone, and a tealight. I need to get some new rubellite in stock before I start on that one. I have almost all the pieces finished for the Student Kit. I special ordered 40 so

Story Of A Cab Ride
STORY OF A CAB RIDE Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverishedpeople who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was

A Story
Well, considering that I have to work at 1130am tomarrow/today...Im going to make this nice and simple. Yes, I did have a problem saving my money and spending it wisely a few years ago. Or at least during the time, my ex was paying me child support and all of that extra money that he was sending me. Yes, I should have saved it up but that gives my ex no excuse for the money problems he has now with his new wife and the family he brought into his life. Yes, it is great that he has a new family but I think that you need to find yourself financially capable first before bringing in a new family. Oh, and I at least did not have to give up my children to my parents for awhile so that I can save money up because I can not afford to take care of them and then risk my parents wanting to get custody of my kids...hmmmm, and this new wifey of my ex's claims that I have a problem with my finances...lol. Okay, so I may be a little off the edge at times about all of this and it does seem

A Story I Wrote
My body as well as my gear was bouncing off of the C-47’s floor, along with every other soldier aboard the plane, that night as it started down the runway to pick up speed to take off. The day that everyone had been waiting so long for had finally arrived, D- DAY. The more speed the C-47 picked up, the worse the vibrations became. I held my Thompson machine gun close to my chest. It was the one thing that helped me stay calm through the German flak and night fighters that I knew were coming. Then all became somewhat calm, we were finally airborne. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wind whipping past the jump door as the engines strained to gain altitude. The pitch of the two engines changed which told us veterans that we were at altitude and we were headed for France and the welcoming committee in Normandy. I was sure the welcoming wasn’t going to be very friendly. My buddy Carl Bush was sitting next to me trying to write a letter to his wife or mother. Then the

Stormy Love
A man sits alone, depressed, as the rain pours. Pounding at the roof he cries, hating the forbidden. The little girl inside her cuts at porcine flesh, making it easy. As the blood drips on the wood floor, making a puddle, she thinks of him. He breaths on the window and scribbles her name in the fog, as she whispers into her pillow his. Thunder grows and lighting guilt’s, she tares at her hair and he punches the wall. Blood stained sheets and a tear dampen face connect them.

A Story Written Awhile Back With A Dear Dear Friend
Story Written with Lestat Awhile Back- Beware Intense LESTAT ~ CHALLENGE ISSUED MY DEAR PRINCE From the shadows comes the softest of whispers ~ " Your thoughts beckon me to you my pet. One should not think so loudly for you never know what might come" even before the speaking is through from the shadows she steps. Black lace drapes the soft curves as she steps closer her every movement presenting elegance and class. From the wrist dangle black ribbons too long for merely decoration perhaps she wishes to play. Hesitation........ will she abandon the hunt now that the prey is near? She thinks not for even now the hunger grows. The desire to possess a addiction she can not cure. With the grace of cat she stalks him. The lace of the transparent gown parting slightly revealing the soft pale skin beneath. The slightest twitch in you bringing reaction. In moments she is before you, her finger tip tracing the moist flesh of your lips. " You desire is strong. My will is stronger"

The Storm And The Full Moon
The Storm and the Full Moon It was the kind of night that I love; there is something about me and full moons. It brings out some kind of animalistic quality. I wonder if the cavemen and women felt this way. The feeling that just takes over you mind and body, it gives way to all that you want to do, but haven’t tried. I would love to be on an old English countryside road enjoy the scenery. I would to drive along the winding roads and taking in the silence of the moment. As I come around the corner of the perfect S curve, I see a woman stopped on the side of the road. I pulled up behind her car and asked if she needed any help, she replied “yes I do”. What seems to be the problem, miss? “I am not sure me car came to a sudden stop, when reached this curve. Well, I am no mechanic but I will look at it. Can you please pop the hood; so I can look around? I think we’re in for a storm very soon. Do you have a flash light that I can use? She walked around the car to her trunk and opened i

The Story Behind My Tattoos... And What All I Got...
Tales of an ink slingin' okie... I'm bored and I want to talk tattoos. I decided to list all that I have tattooed on me and the reasons why I have them... 1. Blue skull with pink and black polka dotted bow on my forearm. This was for my daughter. 2. hot pink and black nautical star on my arm. Who doesn't have a nautical star tattoo? 3. blue swallow on arm. It's cute and new school in flavor. Kind of graffiti style. 4. Blue and purple anchor on arm. I love anchor tattoos. I have a bunch of them. 5. Dagger and rose. I like defiling pretty things. And it's pretty! 6. Hello Kitty face on my outer wrist. I love Hello Kitty. 7. Ryleigh on my forearm. It's my kids name. 8. angel on inner wrist. I found these from a local artist and had to have them. 9. devil girl on inner wrist. got the angel and devil the same day. 10 & 11. old school anchors with "hold fast". They're on the tops of my feet. 12. Finger tatts. "Love sick" Love sick blues is my favorti

The Storm
she sat and watched as the storm rolled in from across the western sky the clouds grew dark,and the lighting flashed and then she began to cry she could not explain why she felt so blue or why her heart was so much in pain then suddenly cam a loud clap of thunder and then it began to rain oh how the wind did blow and trees did bend the rain pooured with all it might and she walked the floor and trembled as she cried on through the night as the storm raged on , so her termoil too and the wind it took its toll but when it was over, it had refreshed the earth just as her tears had refreshed her soul..

The Storm
The mumms suck, and I'm feeling creative, so I'm going to write. What you are about to read is an unedited rough draft. This is what pours out before any edits or proofreading. This is my raw writing at its finest. The Storm A brilliant flash of light illuminated the dark room, followed shortly by the rumble of thunder. Michael loved this kind of night. The electricity in the air always energized him, and had the added effect of scaring his cat, who always curled up in his lap, shivering when the thunder rattled the house. Michael sat petting his cat, listening to the heavy rain rumbling on the roof, the dull roar penetrating the room. His cat, Circe, purred loudly, almost drowning out the sound of the rain. Michael wondered why he wasn't outside, letting the rain cleanse his body and soul. Most often when it stormed like this, he'd enjoy the rain and the electricity he felt being in the middle of the storm. He supposed that with the power outage tonight, he'd

The Storm, Revision One.
The first revision of The Storm. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. The Storm A brilliant flash of light illuminated the dark room, followed shortly by the rumble of thunder. Michael loved this kind of night. The electricity in the air always energized him, and had the added effect of scaring his cat, which always curled up in his lap, shivering when the thunder rattled the house. Michael sat petting his cat, listening to the heavy rain rumbling on the roof, the dull roar penetrating the room. His cat, Circe, purred loudly, almost drowning out the sound of the rain. Circe would occasionally look up at Michael, almost as if she were inquiring what the loud noises were. Michael, oblivious to his cat’s questions, wondered why he wasn't outside, letting the rain cleanse his body and soul. Most often when it stormed like this, he'd enjoy the rain and the electricity he felt being in the middle of the storm. He supposed that with the power outage ton

The Story Of "gray"
Yesterday I am sitting in my bathroom brushing my hair, minding my own damn business. I am loving the fact that my hair is not that frizzy. Getting tired and irritated waiting for the blonde highlights to grow out of my hair so I can get the stop sign red put in. (I refuse to get them dyed over, I try not to do too much damage to my hair.) Thinking I need to get a trim cuz I got some split ends. Yes I know writing a blog about my hair is wierd. BUT its not just a blog about my overall hair. It is about one hair. I'm thinking it is just a blonde hair then I realize it is too close to the root to be blonde since it is growing out. HOLY FUCK ME!!!! IS THAT A GRAY HAIR?????? I examine it for like 5 minutes before I come to the realization that it really is a fucking gray hair. You have got to be kidding me right? I start laughing like a maniac. I'm too young for my first gray hair. I have no kids to blame this on. I yank the damn offending piece of hair out. (Be damned the

The Story Of A Man's Life.
When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend. When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life. In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability. When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement. When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition. When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her fe

A Story
You walk in the door to find the house empty but for me, naked and kneeling by your chair. Your day has been hard and unkind. You take your place in the chair, and I wait for you to permit my attention. You finally nod, and, still on my knees, I arise to kiss you, pressing my naked body against your legs. Your arms encircle me and welcome my homage and affection. We kiss passionately, our tongues playing together. I look into your eyes and once again submit all that I am to you. I give you control. Our kiss breaks and you tell me I may suck your incredible cock. Gladly I obey, gently pulling back the skin to expose the beautiful head. I kiss it tenderly. You lean back in your chair to relax and enjoy. My tongue lightly brushes over the head of your cock and around the rim several times. I bend down to kiss your nutts, and tickle them with my tongue. Your cock jumps in response. One by one, I gently suck your nutts into my warm, wanting mouth, then both. Your cock is now standing fo

The Stories Of Jake Drake And Jack Blaze
well i'll tell you why im writing this in the hopes that you understand i did not want to become a killer but that i was born one. yeah yeah i hear you fucked up psychologists and other medical professionals "you can't be born a killer you can either transform yourself into a killer or be changed into a killer but you've always got a choice."choice is such a fucked up word dont you think? i never chose to be born a super human, i never chose to be my father and i am literally my father(clone). well first things first i guess i tell you who i am and quit rambling so i can get on with the show.the names jake drake or if your of the illegit segment of our fucked up nation then you fear me as the dragon. im writing this to tell my story because soon i will meet my good friend jack blaze or as i call him inferno. when we meet, one of us will die but were not sure which. the names jack blaze or as my beloved twin calls me the inferno. i sat down today and decided to write this because one

Story Number 1
golf, the goose, and me. Based on a true story It was a early fall morning when i went golfing with two of my friends, After taking the day off me and two of my friends decided to go golfing. One of my friends was running late, we met another friend at a driving range to hit a bucket of balls. My one friend was half asleep with a cigeratte in one hand and a coffee in the other. My friend curt and i were hitting the golf balls pretty strait and my other friend brain was hitting the golf balls all over the place. After hitting the bucket of golf balls we shared it was time to tee off. Brian told us he was probably going to have a bad day, my friend curt told him it was proably because of what he was wearing. A long sleeve swearter. pants and sandels. We all started to laugh, mid way throught the round we were all doing pretty good. Curt was at even, i was 2 over par and brain well lets say he was hitting the green. We got up to a pretty challanging hole. the tee off box was on t

The Storm.
She wasn't sure of what she felt. She never truly was. But she knew it was there. It haunted her. It was in her mind, in her body, and in the very pit of her stomach. It was there. That feeling. No matter how hard she tried to be rid of it, It came back, and it pounded her with full force. The clashing of thunder and flares of lighting from her bedroom window Did nothing to soothe her, but in turn intensified her desperation. The storm that brewed inside her was mirrored By the slash of rain pelting the glass of the windows. That feeling. As if someone ripped an innocent child from a caring mother As if someone walked in on their spouse in the midst of adultery As if someone was told there hopes, dreams and strongest aspirations were killed because of one knee injury. The storm of emotion that rules inside of us all, That takes over and consumes us in whole. It’s always that feeling that comes back, when we’ve shut it out, When we laid it to rest, When we del

Story I Wrote
You’re lying on the bed naked as I enter the room; I have a bowl of strawberries in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. You look at me with a wicked grin and I tell you that we are going to play “ How many strawberries does it take.” You lay back spreading your legs slightly and then closing them, teasing me with a quick look at your pussy. I put the can of whipped cream down and the bowl of strawberries along side of it. Reaching into the bowl I take one of the strawberries and place it halfway into my mouth. Moving down to your sweet lips I brush the end of the strawberry against your lips. You lick your lips and open your mouth, feeling my right hand gently caressing down your body. I press my lips to yours and let the strawberry enter your mouth. You bite into the strawberry the sweet juices exploding into your mouth, your teeth open and you feel my tongue enter your mouth. I gently flick the end of my tongue to yours tasting the strawberry. We roll over so you are on

The Story Of A Baby
A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?" "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you." The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy." God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy." Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?" God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak." "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?" God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray." "Who will protect me?" God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life." "But I w

The Story Of My Life.
Ever had one of those days that you shouldn't have ever woken up to? I did to day. It all started with me unintentionally hurting some one's feelings. Sorry, Todd. And ended with me covered in gasoline and barely making it home from work. I am the type of person who tends to feel bad for a long time after hurting some one's feelings. So, when I got to work tonight, I was distacted. Me in all my genius (showing off the high IQ), I locked my keys in the truck with it running, and didn't realize it until I was leaving to come home. Needless to say, five hours later, my truck had run out of gas. I went to the gas station and inevitably ended up buying a messed up gas can and three gallons of gas (twenty bucks later). Got to the truck and tried to pour gas into the tank, and since I can't figure this thing out, I wore about a quater, the truck got about half, and the rest is on the ground outside the resturaunt. Yay Me! But Alas, I am home and hopefully putting and end to a crazy

2 Stories About Racisim
> >TWO TRUE STORIES ABOUT RACISM > > > >1) I'm sure many of you watched the recent taping of the Oprah Winfrey > > > >Show where her guest was Tommy Hilfiger. On the show, she asked him if > >the statements about race he was accused of saying were true. > >Statements like"..."If I'd known African-Americans, Hispanics, Jewish > >and Asians would buy my clothes, I WOULD NOT have made them so nice. I wish > >these people would *NOT* buy my clothes, as they are made for upper class > >white people." > > > >His answer to Oprah was a simple "YES". > >Where after she immediately asked him to leave her show. > > > >My suggestion? Don't buy your next shirt or perfume from Tommy Hilfiger. > >Let's give him what he > > asked for. Let's not buy his clothes, let's put > >Him in a financial state where he himself will not be able to afford the > >ridiculous prices he puts on his clothes. BOYCOTT. > >PLEASE SEND THIS MESSAGE TO ANYONE YOU KNOW. Then send it to the whole > >comm

Story Of True Friendship
Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go," said the lieutenant, "but i don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded." "It was worth it, though, sir," said the soldier. "What do you mean; worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "Your frie

The Story
Brandi Carlile The Story All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true...I was made for you I climbed across the mountain tops Swam all across the ocean blue I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules But baby I broke them all for you Because even when I was flat broke You made me feel like a million bucks Yeah you do and I was made for you You see the smile that's on my mouth Is hiding the words that don't come out And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed They don't know my head is a mess No, they don't know who I really am And they don't know what I've been through like you do And I was made for you... All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything Wh

The Story Of Set And Osiris
Set and Osiris in their living and goddly forms have always bumped heads over who was the better to the point Set Killed his brother Osiris well the Goddess Isis was heart broken to hear of Osiris's death so she walked the lands of eygpt looking for her love's body thats when the messanger told her to look under each lilly and there will be part of him *hence lillies are the death flower* she gathered him and the elder gods made him the god of the dead and the dead seasons are explained as Isis Going down to the lands of the dead to be with her love. And as punishment Set Is forced to carry Ra`s sundisk thru the sky day in and day out forever.

Storry On Chris Benoit. . :(
WWE Superstar Chris Benoit found dead Written: June 25, 2007 STAMFORD, Conn., June 25, 2007 – World Wrestling Entertainment was informed today by authorities in Fayette County, Ga., that WWE Superstar Chris Benoit, his wife, Nancy, and his son were found dead in their home. Authorities are investigating, but no other details are available at this time. Chris was beloved among his fellow Superstars, and was a favorite among WWE fans for his unbelievable athleticism and wrestling ability. He always took great pride in his performance, and always showed respect for the business he loved, for his peers and towards his fans. This is a terrible tragedy and an unbearable loss. WWE extends its sincere condolences and prayers to the surviving members of the Benoit family and their loved ones in this time of tragedy.

Story I Wrote For The Districts News Brief
Disaster deployment = helping people by James. C. Janicek (JJ) Project Coordinator My first experience with disaster duty took place back in 1992 for Hurricane Andrew support. I spent four months assisting. I thought that volunteering would look good on my record. I was surprised when I found out I really enjoyed helping people and working on disaster duty. I guess that is why I have signed up to support so many disasters. To some, deploying to support 12 disasters might not seem like much, but it is significant to me. The standing joke around the district is that I have a permanently packed bag. My most recent disaster deployment assignment took place in Louisiana, following Hurricane Katrina. I spent 93 days there. I have served in many capacities while deployed—everything from a Quality Assurance Inspector for debris removal to a Quality Assurance Team Leader for demolition. During my latest assignment, I was a Quality Assurance Supervisor handling over 150 QA inspecto

Story Two
i had went to the doctor and found that i had cogestive heart failure i thought how great mental and physical so anyways we fought for the kids for two years and i was drained by time we got them back we couldnt take care of them i was in the prosses of working on my issues with my first ex this is a long story but you get the picture i am not good with relation ships and sometimes im not so nice to rude men and disrespectfull ones..im against mental and physical abuse for either side men or woman,i am open minded and verry spontouse and artistic i tell people what i think with no problem,im not mean just am not going to put up with any more abuse from men nothing against men i can get along with anyone if that makes sence lol,i do have self asteem issues and thats where you all help me ..this is my world the computer yes i take care of my daughter and what needs to be takin care of but barely,

Storms
LIKE MY PROFILE BACKGROUND, IT SEEMS I ALWAYS AM SEEING LIFES STORMS IN FRONT OF ME.. I LOVE STORMS. THE WORSE THE BETTER.. AND TORNADOES JUST LEAVE ME IN AWE.. YOU FIND YOURSELF IN FRONT OF A SUPER CELL STORM AND YOU CAN'T FIND A WAY AROUND IT. I AM ALWAYS SEEING A STORM AHEAD IN LIFE WHETHER IT BE HEALTH, MY CHILDREN OR JUST LIFE IN GENERAL. IT SEEMS LIKE A SMALL RAIN ALWAYS ENDS UP INTO A FULL BLOWN THUNDERSTORM. THE THUNDER ROLLS THROUGH MY SOUL AND THE LIGHTENING CRASHES THROUGH SOON AFTER. YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL JUST HOW BAD YOUR STORM IS GOING TO BE BY HOW YOU HANDLE IT. I OFTEN WONDERED WHY STORMS ALWAYS SEEMED TO FOLLOW ME AS I WAS RUNNING FROM THEM. I HAVE LEARNED IF YOU ANCHOR YOURSELF BY YOUR BELEIFS AND FAITH, YOU WILL GET THROUGH THE HEAVY SHOWERS AND ON THE OTHER SIDE IS A BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW.. OH HOW MANY BEAUTIFUL RAINBOWS I HAVE SEEN.. I CAN'T COUNT THEM. BUT I THINK WHEN YOU GET TO THE RAINBOWS IN YOUR LIVES PATH, IT'S GOD'S WAY OF TELLING YOU THAT YOU MADE

The Story -
So back when I was in college, I got the nick name of the Blue Ninja...Here is how. I hung out in this little bar under Speedy's in Morgantown. Thursdays were like $4 pitchers of Blue Kamikazes. I became know as Blue, because I would be doubling down with one pitcher in each hand -- and these were the big, heavy glass beer pitchers. I became well known for drinking hard and sharing my "blues." Then one day, I am in early, and Tony, the bartender, says, "Come, here, I got something for you to try." He makes a BK and then ducks under the bar to add something extra. I drank and it hit me like a ton of bricks. "I am going to name after you, the Blue Ninja, because it is like a Kamikazi, but it sneaks up on you and kicks your ass." THe secret ingredient - 9 shots of Everclear. (nine is a mystical number to the ninja.)

Story #1
Native American Legends The Story Of Hungry Wolf An Assiniboin Legend A young man and his wife were up hunting in the breaks North of Little Missouri, back by Kildeer Mountains. The man camped there with his wife. He was successful as a hunter, and his wife cured the hides and fried strips of jerked meat. One night he told her to pack up everything, as the next day they would be leaving. Early the next morning he went out to get some fresh meat for the journey and returned with parts of a Rocky Mountain Sheep and its hide, which the people regard as very valuable. He found the packages on the scaffold just as he had left them, but his wife and dog were gone. Circling about the tent he found no trace, but the fourth day he found a few tracks of men. With the tracks of men were the tracks of his wife and dog heading South. He went back to the camp and pounded the meat and roasted the fattest meat and stored it away in bags to eat on the way, then he followed the trail. The fugiti

A Story ?
My heart quickens as I take your hand and lead you down the empty hallway. You glance over at me with a suspicious smirk, a knowing glint flashing across your crystal blue eyes. I return your smile and continue towards my intended destination. After a brief inspection of the surrounding hall I see nor hear any sign of others in the area of the building. I reach out and push the bathroom door open, dragging you inside. An enthusiastic smile beams across your beautiful face as the door swings shut and I approach, backing you up against the sink. My lips press to yours as my hands grope eagerly at various strategic locations on your body. I can hear your subtle moans as you feel the hardness in my pants pressing firmly between your legs. A few seconds later your shirt is raised and my mouth is covering your breasts with hungry, wet kisses. I take one nipple between my lips, sucking briefly before turning to the other one. Your hands grasp and pull at my hair and you raise a leg in ord

$5 Store
A man went into a store and began looking around. He saw a washer and dryer, but there was no price listed on them. He asked the sales person "How much are the washer and dryer?" "Five dollars for both of them," the salesman said. "Yeah right, you've got to be kidding me!" the man replied sarcastically. "No, that's the price," the salesman said, "Do you want to buy them or not?" "Yeah, I'll take them!" the customer responded. He continued to look around and saw a car stereo system with a detachable face cassette player, a CD changer, amplifier, speakers, and sub woofers. "How much?" he asked. "Five dollars for the system," the salesman answered. "Is it stolen?" the guy asks. "No," said the salesman, "It's brand new, do you want it or not?" "Sure," the customer replied. He looked around some more. Next he found a top of the line computer with printer and monitor. "How much?" "Five dollars," was the familiar response. "I'll take that too!" the man said. As the salesperson is ringin

The Storm
She couldn't stop shivering, despite the fact the rain had now slowed to a drizzy, instead of that steady beating just moments ago. But she was shivering, cold and he seemed perfectly fine; that was a lie, wasn't it? The tip of his nose was slightly red and the rest of his body seemed just a little more tense than usual. But he was fine and she was cold and they were both standing on her porch under the faint blanket of stars overhead. The moon hung low and off the side, as if trying to hide the that fact that it was a voyeur of the night, forever imprisoned to watch unknown lovers. Eye contact was avoided, always avoided. What is it that made her uncomfortable the way he lost himself in her eyes? He said they were more than one shade of blue, perhaps he just wanted to see more than what was there? Or perhaps she didn't see everything about herself that others saw? The fact that he wanted to look into her eyes made her uncomfortable, the fact he was interested in her eyes made her unco

Story From The Heart
Ionce heard a story straight from the heart About a girl and how her world began to fall apart It all started when she met the boy that made her life complete Just thinking of him made her heart skip a beat They were the couple everyone wanted to be There were no imperfections as either one could see As the weeks passed they fell more in love and were less aware Of how often life turns out to be unfair Until one day she finally gave in She realized there was no way she could win She said I'm sorry but i have to let you go As he reached for her hand she pulled away whispering no When she turned around a tear slid down her cheek He just stood there speechless, forgetting how to speak The next few days were the hardest at home She truly felt she was all alone Her mom pushed in her face how she had won Her dad said "i knew he was just another one" Her sister said "come on you'll be ok" And her brother just tried to stay away At school it was like her friends weren't eve

Storms Last Night
Did anyone else get woken up about 2:30 last night to the crash boom bah of the storm last night? I had a hell of a time falling back to sleep, and now because of it I am dead tired today. Just figures, doesn't it. I could fall asleep where I am typing right now if it were not for the fact that I will be going to lunch very soon.

A Story For The Girls...
You lay back in the warm soapy water relaxing after a hectic week at work. The water gently swirls round your soft breasts as you lay back to soak and clean your body. You’ve been thinking that your sex life with your man had been a little mundane lately…So you decided to liven it up a little… After some thought you finally decide how you are going to spice things up… You are going to try something new and be a bit more dominant and take charge of things in the bedroom for your own pleasure. However before things could proceed further you had some preparation to do. You leisurely lather soap over your hairy pussy and slowly starts to shave the hairs away. Taking your time you meticulously removed all your hair from the bottom part of your pussy until your lips are totally smooth and hairless. You aren’t too happy about doing this and haven’t done it all that often, but you know that once you do you will get some much desired attention from your man’s tongue... and that is certainly wha

The Story Of The Scottish Templars
The Story Of The Scottish Templars From The History of Freemasonry by Albert Mackey, 1898 The story, which connects the Knights Templars with Freemasonry in Scotland, after their return from the Crusades and after the suppression of their Order, forms one of the most interesting and romantic legends connected with the history of Freemasonry. In its incidents the elements of history and tradition are so mingled that it is with difficulty that they can be satisfactorily separated. While there are some writers of reputation who accept everything that has been said concerning the connection in the 14th century of the Freemasons of Scotland with the Templars who were then in that kingdom, or who escaped to it as an asylum from the persecutions of the French monarch, as an authentic narrative of events which had actually occurred, there are others who reject the whole as a myth or fable, which has no support in history. Here, as in most other cases, the middle course appears to be the

Story Of A Girl..
This is a story of a girl who we all know or have known at one point in time .. She forgives all who have wronged her all who has crossed her. she is unable to forgive herself ...she know what happened in her life was not her fault but she cant do nothing about the pain inside it all started when she was young her daddy was a solider ....but at home the wars has just begun his drinking killed her inside cause all he did was hit an make her cry, she grew up over time ran into the same cycle again to the point where it almost cost her life.. oh how many times she cried at night for her pain to go away but all that happen was more pain an dismay.. she has been beaten an raped an torn apart; but all she wanted was love from her daddy's heart ! until the day she was 17 is where she learned her daddy's love could never be... he told her he has stop drinking until one night he pick up a gun ..an tried to end her life her daddy's love is all she wanted but now she knows its something worth no

Story
There once was this girl who was going througha divorce from a man the beat her and sexually and emotionally abused her. One day she invited a friend to go to the movies with her, and instead she brought over a guy and said i thought you would rather goout with him instead of me. So she left and not but 5 min after she was gone the guy ripped her skirt off and started to take advantage of her. She kicked him and told him to stop and he forcfully rammed his dick in her ass and she really kicked him hard again and told him to get the hell away from me. He left and she didnt know quit what to do so she talked to one of her friends on the computer that lives thousands miles away and that friend helped her to call the police and to call someone near by to be with her. Well the police came and took her statement but she didnt tell them the whole story to begin with she was sooooooo ashamed. She didnt even tell the person who she was talking to on the computer the whole thing. The polic

The Story
This is a story about four people named everybody,somebody,anybody nobody. there was an important job to do,everybody was asked to do it, everybody was sure that somebody would do it. anybody would have done it but nobody did it, somebody got angry because it was everybody's job. everybody thought anybody would do it but nobody realized that everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that everybody blamed somebody when nobody did what anybody could have done.

Story....
Fire Destory's All Hearts "Real Dreams" By: Samantha Sharp [[me]] Sleeping silently through the night, till our pagers go off. The dispatch for a working structure fire at a warehouse comes through… “Box 88-2, 532 E. Emaus Street, Univar Inc. for a commercial fire alarm, Companies 88, 59, 54, truck 46, Lancaster county truck 7-4, Lancaster County Engine 7-4-2, Engine 46, Truck 50, Air 48, Engine 7-1. At 23:00hrs. Firefighters are to use extreme precautions. Buildings are unstable.” All fears are left with my family as, my father, brother, husband, and I head to our job. I hop out of bed in my panties and bra. I grab some jeans and a shirt and slide it on quick. We rush down to the truck, I hold my husbands hand as we are driving to the station. I want him to know that I will always be there for him. When we reach the station, I grab my gear, and climb aboard the engine. Everyone’s packing up as were on our way to the scene. As we pull up to the scene, fire an

The Story Of Hope
It's been a long haul for me since October of last year. I've fought breast cancer and I'm proud to say I am a survivor. My daughter gave birth to my still born Grand-daughter Kaydence...my son's fiancee gave birth to a baby boy named Liam in February this year...at age 2 months he died in his crib of SIDS...My two year grand-daughter Hope...who was born May 21/05 at 22 wks of pregnancy with all her insides on the outside of her body fought to live and survived. She was a determined fighter, she went through an operation at 20 hrs old to replace her kidney with a new one, put all her insides back inside, she then developed a brain tumor when she was 9 months old. They saved her with brain surgery, she became a diabetic, they treated her for it. She had a zest for life and the will to live. At age almost two she went through leg & hip surgery to repair some bones and nerves in her leg which had ceased to grow. It was successful. After two months the foot started to turn in again...t

.storms.
flickering power during thunder n lightning isnt exactly my idea of a good time...but the thunder and lightning was awesome to say the least. i was gonna attempt to snag some shots...buut the lightning was a lil too close to comfort...and i live surrounded by trees...so uhm yeah...bad idea. i should upload some of the pix i took today...*thinks* yardwork does a body good. i dug more holes *sings the song* i transplanted this house plant that royally pissed me off. wtf were they thinking sticking 3 plants that were the same in one pot so they all wind up not only completely root bound but entwined with each other. *shakes head* so uhm yeah...thats about it. other than theres only one box. yes thats right one box remaining in mah room. the rest...*dun dun dun* are unpacked. go me. peace

Story About Getting Even
Story About Getting Even One December day we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her so we put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. We didn't know what to call her so we named her "Pussycat." The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer) said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks." He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him. My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband 'El-Cheap-O', and my husband calls the vet 'El-Charge-O'. They love to hate each other and constantly 'snipe' at one another, with my husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion. The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is located in the same buildi

Story About The War
> Here's a quote from a government employee who > witnessed a recent interaction > between an elderly woman and an antiwar > protester in a Metro station in DC. > > > There were protesters on the train platform > handing out pamphlets on the > evils of America. > > I politely declined to take one. > > An elderly woman was behind me getting off the > escalator and a young (20-ish) > female protester offered her a pamphlet, which > she politely declined. > The young protester put her hand on the old > woman's shoulder as a gesture of > friendship and in a very soft voice said, > "Lady, don't you care about the children of > Iraq ?" > > The old woman looked up at her and said, > "Honey, my father died in > France during World War II, I lost my husband > in Korea , and a son in Vietnam . > > All three died so you could have the right to > stand here and bad mouth > our country. If you touch me again, I'll stick > this umbrella up your as

A Story
Take Some Time and actually Read this this is a GUY TALKING... ITS 7TH GRADE... I stared at the girl next to me...She was my so called 'best friend'... I stared at her... Long, silky hair... And I wished she was mine... But she didn't notice me like that... I knew it... After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before... And I handed them to her... She said 'thanks'... And gave me a kiss on the cheek... I wanted to tell her... I want her to know that I don't want to be 'just friends'... I love her but I'm too shy to tell her... And I don't know why... IT'S JUNIOR YEAR... My phone rang... On the other end it was her... She was in tears... Mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart... She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone... So I did... As I sat next to her on the sofa... I stared at her soft eyes... Wishing she was mine... After 2 hours... A Drew Barrymore movie... And 3

A Story About Me And Chris
When Chris and I first met there was an instant connection. We could talk about anything, our feelings, our dreams & our fantasies. We became best friends. We could talk for hours over coffee and never get bored. Time flies so fast when we are together. I just can't get enough time with him. We were friends for a couple of months before we became intimate together but it was well worth the wait. Chris and I love to take walks on the beach, cuddle, listen to the ocean waves and look at the stars. He sings to me, and he tells me all of the things he wants to do and places he wants to go with me. He is my best friend and the man of my dreams... He is also very dedicated to me and would go out of his way to make me happy. Chris and I are very sexual and we share all of our secrets with each other. Before I met Chris I masturbated and fantasized often about several different scenarios in order to satisfy myself… One of our first sexual experiences Chris took me by surprise and as he

The Story Of Biko
BIKO'S STORY... The SDGA team is devastated after receiving shocking news recently that dear Biko the beautiful two year old black male ex-racing greyhound who was recently rescued and brought to Devon for safe refuge had to be put to sleep the other day after a tragic accident shattered one of his legs. Helen Stevens spokesperson for SDGA listened in disbelief as she was told how Biko was being exercised on the leash as normal when he suddenly sighted a squirrel and tried to make chase, as he did so Biko apparently leapt high into the air and as he came back down to the ground his leg was instantly shattered and splintered most of the bones in his foot. Helen was told how the most horrendous noise of Biko's leg shattering was so loud it was as if a gun had gone off. He was named after the great Steve Biko who was a South African freedom fighter. He has tattoes in both ears which confirms he was registered as a racing dog. He had sustained terrible previous injuries both to h

Story From High School
When basic training was over I returned back home to complete high school. I was in absolutely great condition. I remember that first day of senior year I decided that instead of taking the bus I would run the 7 miles to school. I got there early and felt great. So while I was waiting for my friends to arrive I started thinking about things I might change my last year in the public school system. For starters, I knew I was a great deal faster, sharper, and in better shape than anyone there. How could I use this? Having a higher than average I.Q. plugged into a 165 pound frame of pure muscle that has a bone to pick. Hmmmmmmm. The buses started arriving and my friend Andy Birdick came to his locker. "Hey Andy" "Hey Kurt, what's up?" "I've been thinking Andy, this year things are going to be a little bit different around here" "Really?" "Oh yea" What I did not realize was how soon I was to get an opportunity to show how things were going to be different. Our first class was g

Story From The Heart!
I once heard a story straight from the heart About a girl and how her world began to fall apart It all started when she met the boy that made her life complete Just thinking of him made her heart skip a beat They were the couple everyone wanted to be There were no imperfections as either one could see As the weeks passed they fell more in love and were less aware Of how often life turns out to be unfair Until one day she finally gave in She realized there was no way she could win She said I'm sorry but i have to let you go As he reached for her hand she pulled away whispering no When she turned around a tear slid down her cheek He just stood there speechless, forgetting how to speak The next few days were the hardest at home She truly felt she was all alone Her mom pushed in her face how she had won Her dad said "i knew he was just another one" Her sister said "come on you'll be ok" And her brother just tried to stay away At school it was like her friends weren't ev

The Story Of The Blessing Of White Rabbit
Long ago, Great Hare made the world. He made all the stars, too, and the world is one of the stars. He made them by scattering his droppings over the sky and this is why the grass and the trees grow so thick on the world. Great Hare makes the rivers flow. They follow him as he goes through the sky, and when he leaves the sky they look for him all night. Great Hare made all the animals and birds, but when he first made them they were all the same. The sparrow and the kestrel were friends and they both ate seeds and flies. And the fox and the rabbit were friends and they both ate grass and plenty of flies, because the world was new and Great Hare shone down bright and worm all day. Now, White Rabbit was among the animals in those days and he had many wives. He had so may wives that there was no counting them, and the wives had so many young that even Great Hare could not count them, and they ate the grass and the dandelions and the lettuces and the clover, and White Rabbit was the fa

Story Of My Life I Luv U Guys :)
Daily Horoscope: Libra For August 15,2007 Someone close really needs you to hear them out. The problem might have nothing to do with you, but you're such a good listener that they know they can figure it out with your quiet assistance.

Story Of A Moonlit Stroll. . . .
Story of a Moonlit Stroll . . . Her restless mood guided her evening stroll In the wooded glen from her childhood The moonlight cast shadows upon her path And as she turned, there the visage stood. . . The ghostly image met her eyes Yet, it wasn't fear she felt but overwhelming sorrow As tears glistened upon her translucent cheeks She felt a strange kinship to this ethereal figure . . . Why do you weep, M'Lady ? Please let me understand What haunts your spirit so And what binds you to this land? Take heed, child . . .'tis a heart-wrenching tale Of innocence lost and shattered dreams That causes my spirit to forever roam This glen where no one heard my screams. . . Long ago, on a night similar to this I came to this very spot to meet my fate Under the guise of love, to meet my betrothed But found him murdered, I arrived too late My own kinsman betrayed me And hatched a devious plan To kill my love and let me take the blame And bloodshed would ensue

The Storm
The Storm As The Night Fades To The Day You Are Startled, Shaken From Your Sleep, With Fear In Your Eyes, You Rush To The Window To gaze Across The Sky. The Feeling Of Horror Rises As You Look To The Heavens At The Storm That Is Raging Without Control. Sweeping Across The Land. Billowing Black Clouds Race Across The Sky Releasing It’s Fury To The Earth. The Blackness Stretches As Far As The Eye Can See Engulfing Everything In It’s Path. The Thunder Rolls Across The Sky In A Clap So Loud You Fear The Sky Has Been Torn In Two. You Stand Waiting For the Thunder To Be Silenced As It Screams Its Anger, For What Seems To Be An Eternity. The Lightning So Fierce And Angry, It Strikes With Vengeance, With The Power Of the Heavens. Continuously Searching For Prey, Destroying Everything It Can Find To Strike. The Beauty And Serenity Of The Earth Is At The Mercy Of The Storms Rage, As She Tries To Find Shelter Against The fury That Has Come To Take What Life It Can F

A Story That Needs To Be Seen. Please
Please watch her story and share it with others. It is a TRAGIC story but one that must be shared. Hopefully her story will touch your heart and you will be willing to step up to the plate and help children who can't help themselves.

Story #1
your hands on my shoulders as you step from your pants, moving my face agsint your heat, smelling you , taking in your hot scent. You sit back onto the couch, sliding your body down against my chest as you do. feeling your breasts againt me. kissing your lips as my hand finds your wetness. You part your legs allowing me to touch you. My hand rubbing slowly up and down your lips, feeling your juices escaping, Parting your legs even further, letting me watch them run down your lips, to your ass, and collecting under you. my hands on your thighs, sitting on the floor in front of you, moving my hands down to your feet, slowly licking my way up, from your calf, kissing behind your knee. my hands moving back up to your thighs, leading the way for my lips and tongue to follow. Your head tilting back, a soft quiet moan crosses your lips in anticipation. You look back into my eyes, looking up into yours as i begin kising slowly up your thighs, The musky smell of your pussy ha

Story #2
Waking up in the morning, laying with you in my arms, you look so content. I caress your face, kissing your head, and head out to get some coffee. Standing on the porch of the cabin, looking out into the woods , fresh dew on the ground, animals scurrying about. I hear a sound behind me and turn to see you wrapped up in the comforter. I walk to meet you, you open the blanket to reveal your body. I put the coffee cup down, and take your breast in my hand, you feel the warmth from the cup. My other hand cups under your ass and lifting you to my lips. you tug at the draw strings of my sweats, pulling me out onto the porch. You lay out the comforter, and kneel in front of me. Pullin my pants down and taking me into your hand. Already begining to become rigid. I look down into your eyes, you look so hungry, so sexy . Looking up at me, you lick your lips, stroking me, then you begin to lick the head. Circling it with your tongue, before you take me into your mouth, still loo

Story #3
Driving home in the car, after a beautiful dinner. My hand on your thigh, your leaning against me, resting your head on my shoulder. You reach down and lock your fingers with mine, Leaning over to kiss you, your hand moves to caress my face. REsting my hand back on your thigh, you move it to pull up your skirt slightly, your blouse already unbuttoned slightly, teasing me with your breasts. we get home just as a light snow begins to fall. YOu go upstairs to slip into something for comfortable and more revealing, and i light a fire in the fireplace. After the fire is lit, i continue lighting candles around the room, put on some soft music, and pour soem champange. You walk into the room, wearing a sheer robe, buttoned from the top down to just below your breasts. YOu have me instantly hard. walking towards you, handing you your glass, you sip it, then i kiss it from your lips, adding to your sweetness. puling you in front of the fire, the flamses creating shadows tha

Story #4
You wake to hear, water running in the bathroom, walkin in you find me sitting on the edge of the tub. "Good morning love, Ive drawn you a bath, and am ready to pamper you to no end today." Taking your hand and helping you into the tub, the water warm on your skin, scented oils in the tub, feel the air with a sweetness only matched by your natrual aroma. You sink into the water, covering your breasts, up to your shoulders. Tilting your haead back as i begin to lather up a sponge. Soaping your back and shoulders first, moving around to your breasts. Your nipples hardening against the cool air. Water dripping off of you. Lifting your legs for me to soap them. Starting at your ankle, slowly up. Using the soap as a lather, i reach for a razor and shave your legs. you dip your legs back into the water to rinse them off, then back up I run my hand down, so smooth, you reach for my hand and push it toward your pussy, even in the warm bath water, i can feel your heat. massaging y

Story #5
Walking out to the stables, horses ready for the day, saddled up and bags packed. Its still early in the morning, the sunrise burning off the morning fog. Riding through the wilderness, the sights and smells of a warm spring day fill our senses. The well worn pathways become too rough for the horses to continue, we dismount. Taking the reigns and leading the horses up the narrow path. It leads to an opening , wild flowers fill the space, the sweet smell of spring, rivaled only by you, and your sweetness. We let the horses wander off into the field, they begin playing and eating the wild grasses. Taking your hand into mine, fingers interlaced, pulling your hand to my lips. I look over into your eyes, they are so bright, so full of life, so full of love. Turning towards me, standing in front of me, your sun dress flowing in the spring breeze, so beautiful. I am so in love with you. My hands find your hips, leaning towards your lips with mine, slightly parted. We connect, the heat f

Story #6
Staring up as the number and words seem to run together. People scrambling around , I cant see them, I am here to meet only one person, my one. I find the flight number on the screen, all else fades away, its been burned into my memory since you called to say you were coming home to me. After looking up at the monitor again, i find the gate youll be arriving, with enough time to find somewhere and sit, to watch people. Sitting across from a young couple, the look in thier eyes. A love so new and fresh. Realizing that I am staring, i offer a clumsy apology. They nod, smiling, their eyes still locked on each other. I unfold my paper trying not to look over it to the clock on the wall, the announcements of flights coming and going i am oblivious to. My focus is you. Everything we have shared, thinking of what is yet to come, everything in our lives we have left to share. An elderly woman sits next to me. We begin to chat. She asks as if knowing if i am there to met someone special

Story #7
Taking you by the hand, and leading you into the bedroom, turning you to face me in front of the bed, looking deeply into your eyes, kissing you sweetly, asking you to trust me, that i wont let anything happen to you . you quietly nod your head, we kiss again. I walk to the dresser and take a silk scarf out, walking behind you, putting it over your eyes and tying it behind your head. I begin to strip your clothes off of you, touching each part of your skin with my hands, caressing you softly, then moving my lips to your skin, goose bumps begin to stand out. YOur nipples getting so hard under my touch. Guiding y ou onto the bed, telling you to concintrate on the sound of my voice. you lay down on your back, legs bend your feet scooting back to your ass. offering your pussy. i say\" enjoy every sensation lover\' , you feel my breath on your skin , you feel hands caressing your breasts, kneeding them, pinching your nipples. suddenly you feel another hand on your thigh, shockin

Story #9
On your way home after shopping for a new outift for our playtime together you become startled as a police cruiser pulls in behind you. You're nervous as you know your Master will be upset if you are late returning. Your fear becomes reality as the lightbar, illuminates the night around you. Nervously you pull over, as the officer walks up to the car you have your paperwork waiting for him. "Keep your hands on the wheel ma'am," he orders with a stern voice. You comply not wanting to be delayed anymore then nessasary. Again the officer gives you instruction "Turn off the car, with your left hand toss the keys outside the window!" Again you do what is told. You become scared now as you realize this has become serious and you will be late. "EXit the vehicle, Turn around, and walk back to the sound of my voice....... TURN AROUND AND KEEP YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD. " The voice becomes more forcful, scaring you more, yet in the same token, stirring something inside you. AS

Story #10
Closing my eyes, i see you, that sly sexy smile reaching your lips from deep within you. I see me with you, smiing back at you, moving closer to hold you, to kiss you. opening my eyes, being brought back to reality by the growing bulge in my pants. FIndng my hand unfastening my belt, the other hand tesing my nipple feeling your tongue circling it. Pinching and tugging at it as my other hand slips into my pants and fingers wrap around my cock. it feels sooo warm in my hand, the head so sensitive to my touch. My cock twitching to life, the bloood pumping in, so nice and thick now. i squeeze it at the base, turning its color to a deep red, mmmmmmmm feels so good. both hands playing now. one tugging at my balls, the other teasing my head with a fingertip. moving my right hand to my mouth, getting it nice and wet with spit, in my mind again i long to feel your heat sliding down on me as i take hold of my cock, working it nice and slow at first. feeling you, hearing you. my

Story #11
Seeing you from across the restaurant as i walk over to the bar and order a drink. I feel your eyes following me, trying not to return the stare. My drink arrives and i notice that i was not able to not stare when i see the smile across your lips. I feel my cheeks catch fire as i blush, seeing you giggling with co-workers. Trying to distract myself as to not stare more, i chat with the bartender. After a few minutes i see some of your party say their goodbyes and head for the door, stealing more looks at you. Your wearing a dark blouse and a matching long flowing skirt, when you move i steat a glimpse of the roundness of your calf. Finishing another drink i head towards the rest room. standing in front of the mirror after i finsih, i splash water onto my face to try to help cool off. hearing the door open, then close, i look up into the mirror and see you. " i saw you looking at me across the room, I should say i felt it." you say. I turn to face you, still somewha

Story Of My Broken Heart
As I lay my ear upon her breast I hear her heart beating, thump thump. I feel like I can hear her love beating for me beneath her ribcage. Then I feel her lungs inhale, then shudder with an exhale. Something isn’t right, that breath was too shuddery. I look up, and I look into her deep blue eyes. I see a tear in the corner. It runs down the bridge of her nose, I wipe it away with my thumb, and look deeper in those eyes, seeing pain behind his eyes. “What’s wrong my dear?” I ask her, a questioningly look in my eyes. She shakes her head, looking away from me. “Is it me?” I ask her, my voice crackling at the very thought of the possibility. “I just don’t feel it anymore” she whispers as her voice cracks and tears spill from her eyes as she can’t look me in mine. I kiss away the first few tears, tasting the saltiness of them. “I love you.” I cry and lay my head on her breast again, and sob into her silken blouse. “I love you too.” she whispers back. she cries,

Storm Is Raging
The storm is raging inside my head I dont understand I am so confused my heart is breaking the tears are falling scared of what's going to happen. It will never be the same. My life has been turned upside down. The storm is raging, and I'm not sure if I can go on, not sure if I know what I am feeling. I miss you so much. Until the day I see you again I will pray that someday I'll see you again my son.

Stories
Something i am writing for Lord Fury...here is part one....please feel free to leave any thoughts and ideas....and even critisism....all helps...thank to everyone!! A Night She Will Not Soon Forget!! To: my Lord Fury From: His precious One Saturday night, around 6 in the evening, precious was in the house doing her preperations for her Lord as she is expected to each and every Saturday night. she had just gotten home from dropping the three children off at her mom's house where they were going to stay the weekend. she had been soaking in a bubble bath, shaving her legs and her pussy as her Lord had instructed. she was laying in the tub, soaking up the warm water, being particularly careful to make sure that her skin was clean and smooth just as her Lord loved. As she lay there in the bath tub soaking, her mind wandered off as she began to go

The Story
All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true... I was made for you I climbed across the mountain tops Swam all across the ocean blue I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules But baby I broke them all for you Oh because even when I was flat broke You made me feel like a million bucks You do and I was made for you You see the smile that's on my mouth It's hiding the words that don't come out And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed They don't know my head is a mess No, they don't know who I really am And they don't know what I've been through like you do And I was made for you. All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell t

Story Time Rated "r"
She stands softly on the bare stone floor, silks caressing her skin from shoulders to just below her buttocks. A cool breeze moves through the room but that is not what causes her to shiver slightly. She scans the room slowly, raising her head. She sees the tools of her Masters' trade lying about, the whip, the crop, soft ropes and leather. The harsh looking wooden walls and the various restraints thereon catching her eyes and holding them for a second. Though the room is cool, she feels warmth run through her body, and comfort in all that she sees. An entrance is made in the room through a door behind her. A slight shudder runs over her though she tries to remain calm. The flush forming slowly over her exposed cleavage betraying her feelings. Heavy boot steps behind her sound throughout the room, her breathing picks up feeling His presence near her. Her eyes down cast before Him, she hears Him come before her, standi ng not an arm length away. In her lowered gaze she catches the

Story Written Byme
The heart pendent By Eric Ethan A gentleman always walked down the street and sell different things I always go and talk to him and see how he was doing , he pulled out a heart pendent, he told me this heart pendent can show miracles for you and bring you happiness and joy to you and get you through the day. I told him it sounds cool. in my mind I said to myself he was crazy and but he was trying to make a dollar with a good sales pitch I told him I would take it. As I turn around he said to me “ the only thing that you have to believe and have faith an the heart pendent will work. I waved I said okay. I e-mail my friend today and told her a bout the old man and what I bought, my friend she laughed and I was told I got tooken , But I told her Ya I felt sorry for him but when you meet this man he has tales to tell you of his trips

Storms...
This is what it looked like outside today... As for inside, well, that looked much the same. First, the kids are really wound up. The house is a mess in that “kids playing with every toy they have” way and I've broken up more fights that included shoving each other to the ground and body slamming each other into walls (does it count as a fight if both kids are laughing and encouraging each other??) than I care to count. At least they should be winding down soon. There are some major things going on for a few people I know, which has ripple-effected into my life, mostly in those obnoxious highly emotional yet helpless ways. Stress nonetheless. I've had a major website update, which was more work than it appears as I shift things over to my new site. (Both sites still look the same, a will for a while, so I have time to find old links and change them.) I've gotten 4 rejects in the past 24 hours, amusingly enough starting right after I cleaned up my list of markets

Storms Kill Power Across Midwest
COLUMBUS, Ohio - Hundreds of thousands of people were without power after their homes were battered by fierce winds and rainstorms that slammed the already flooded Midwest. Tornado warnings were issued Saturday afternoon for parts of central and southeast Ohio. Downed trees and power lines were reported in the southern part of the state, said National Weather Service meteorologist Andy Hatzos. Flooding this week spread across an 80-mile swath through the northwest and north central parts of the state. Gov. Ted Strickland toured some of the damaged areas Saturday. “What I’ve tried to do and what we’ve all tried to do is let these folks know ... that we are working to get assistance to them as rapidly as possible,” Strickland said. Powerful storms rolling through the Upper Midwest during most of the past week caused disastrous floods from southeastern Minnesota to Ohio that were blamed for at least 18 deaths. In southern Michigan, the skies were clearing but more than 100,

A Story My Friend Told Me
JUST MOVED TO TEXAS! NOW THIS IS A STATE THAT KNOWS HOW TO LIVE! "BEAUTIFUL SUNNY DAYS AND WARM BALMY NIGHTS. WHAT A PLACE! IT IS BEAUTIFUL HERE. I'VE FINALLY FOUND MY HOME. I LOVE IT HERE. JUNE 12TH REALLY HEATING UP. GOT TO 100 TODAY. NOT A PROBLEM. LIVE IN AN AIR CONDITIONED HOME, DRIVE AN AIR CONDITIONED CAR. WHAT A BREEZE TO MAINTAINED CAR. WHAT A PLEASEURE TO SEE THE SUN EVERYDAY LIKE THIS. I'M TURNING INTO A SUN WORSHIPPER. JUNE 30TH HAD THE BACKYARD LANDSCAPED WITH WESTERN PLANTS TODAY. LOTS OF CACTUS AND ROCKS. WHAT A BREEZE TO MAINTAIN. NO MORE MOWING THE LAWN FOR ME. ANOTHER SCORTCHER TODAY, BUT I LOVE IT HERE. JULY 10TH THE TEMPERATURE HASN'T BEEN BELOW 100 ALL WEEK. HOW DO PEOPLE GET USED TO THIS KIND OF HEAT?AT LEAST, IT'S KIND OF WINDY THOUGH. BUT GETTING USED TO THE HEAT IS TAKING LONGER THAN I EXPECTED.

A Story I Wrote For Someone
This is the expanded, cleaned up version. If you want to read the original, you'll have to ask Clay if he still has it, I don't think I do. I am imagining you restraining me, blindfolding me. Not knowing what you are about to do... where you are about to do it... what you are about to do it with. You teasing me, making me want you, crave you. You tease me with you lips. Soft kisses, open mouth... I feel your hot breath and it's making me want you more. You push me down gently, laying me down with my belly on the floor and my hands above my head. I hear you close to my hands, then I feel your fingertips at my wrists. The touch is like a whisper and I shiver. I inhale slowly as your run your fingers down the inside of my arms and around my shoulders and back to my wrists. I try to relax and exhale... I hear you move again and now you are at my feet. A soft touch at the tips of my toes, not too light so that it tickles. You run your fingers up the bottom of my feet u

A Story Good Enough To Pass On...
Two young Indian braves were walking through the forest one day while contemplating life, past and present. One brave who was called Eagle-Claw said; “You know Bear-Fang, my great uncle White-Cloud said; In addition to the commonly shared belief in a Great Spirit which created The universe and everything, He believed the world was divided in three layers on three floating disks; the Sky World, the Middle World (where he lived), and the Water World.” Bear-Fang acknowledged with a nod and the two kept walking… A little while later in their walk Eagle-Claw noticed Bear-Fang was not speaking and seemed in great thought wrestling with what is and what was. Eagle-Claw said; “They believed Sky World was supported by the Great Eagle who always remaining in the same place, only occasionally stretching its wings, which cause the phases of the moon and lunar eclipses.” This made Bear-Fang Look up… “The Middle World “Said Eagle-Claw “was believed held in place by a giant serpent which would somet

The Story Behind Gordon Kahl And Refusal To Pay Taxes
GORDON KAHL info Well it's tax time people...and for those of you who don't remember... or never heard the story...I thought I might send this along for you to see just how enslaved we are...and what might happen if you fail to pay homage to your master, the federal government. Pete THE UNCENSORED GORDON KAHL STORY In 1968, Tax Protestor Gordon Kahl stopped filing IRS 1040 Income Tax Returns. For 9 years thereafter, the IRS ignored him, but in 1977 after Gordon Kahl spoke on an evening radio talk show regarding the illicitness of the income tax, some 250 phone calls would come into the radio station over the next two days; either supporting Kahl in some aspect, or pledging never to file another tax return. And with that, the IRS came down on Kahl like a ton of bricks. They quickly assembled a case against him and two weeks later threw a criminal prosecution against him for violating Title 26, Section 7203 ["Willful Failure to File"]. Gordon Kahl was a low-income farmer n

The Storm
The Virgin drops fall gently against my vulnerable sculpture, bringing a wave of tranquility that laps against my soul. As the hands of the piercing wind claws like a wild banshee through the voluminous ebony clouds, tears of anger sting the face of the black sponge waiting below in thirst. The fire of heaven slits through the night sky in a thin line of destruction, and briefly lights what should be dark. As the grumble sounds, there are no signs of what passed in the night except for the freshness that lingers behind. By: Lucky to be Irish

Story
It was a lovely sunny evening as I walked up the road to Tabby's house. I couldn't wait to see her wondering what she would be wearing for me. I knew that I was going to be in for a great evening. I got to her house and walked up the path to her front door. I pressed the bell and waited for her to answer. A few seconds past then the door opened. There she stood, just over five foot tall, wearing a small white bra, a little white lace thong and lace top thigh highs, topping it off with 4" white heels. She looked so sexy. I walked into the house and took Tabby into my arms. Kissing her deeply, our tongues searching each other's mouths. Tabby broke the kiss and turned around and started to walk away, her hot little ass framed by the thong and stockings she was wearing. I followed her, feeling my cock growing harder by the second. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as she walked in front of me taking her little white bra off. She was teasing me and I knew it, but little did sh

The Story On Who I Am (part1)
Well...here's where we find out about this guy that came out of the blue. He seems really nice, but who is he? Where did he come from? There are a million questions that linger about me that go unanswered. Today, I will begin providing some answers on me by starting from the beginning. I will do what I call parallels which will tell you about what I'm doing today, as well as what I was doing all those years ago during my childhood. This is sure to keep several of you riveted, but may drive a wedge between those who are "true friends" of mine and myself. I can start by saying that one person on Fubar knows more about me than even some in my biological family. (You know who you are) Anyway, for the sake of not re-enacting my whole child birth...lets begin. The date is now September 9,1969....(yes, I'm 38) I'm not yet a year old but a pecking order has already been established within my family...guess where I fall? I'm a surprise to most...even my mom and dad, cause dad either didn't pull

110 Stories
110 stories fell on top of me today, I didn’t think the pain would ever go away. When it finally did I realized where I was at, Sitting at the gates of Heaven was exactly where I sat. I tried to remember; at last it finally came, Could this be a joke? Is this some sick twisted game? A loud explosion from upstairs, People panic and start to yell, A man in a wheel chair starts to cry, All I could think of was I was going to die. Step after Step we ran from our fears, I thought I would drown from the flow of our tears. People started panicking and going insane, I knew exactly what they were feeling for I felt their pain. Nobody knew what happened, All we knew was we didn’t have long, To get out of the building before it was collapsed and gone. All of a sudden I felt the ground start to shake, None of this was real it was totally fake. Then the floors started to fall, I fro

The Story Of My Nickname
Bats, many of you know me by that, well this is it's story. I worked as a DJ at a local night club, well when I met the bartender he thought I said West instead of Wes, so he associated me with Adam West aka Batman, so I became DJ Batman. Well that's a common one so from Batman we shortened from Batman to Bats, so that's how my nickname came around.

Story
Created by Samantha now i took this from my 360 blog and it put 2nd part above the 1st part so go to the bottom first then read the 2nd part 2nd part As her army takes the rest of the army's out threes a grave yard not to far from where she is, she goes over to check it out, walking through the body's she and her army has killed and the muddy bloody ground she walks upon, she sees something lurking through the dark in the grave yard and she wonders what it is, she goes over and she draws her sword to get ready for a battle again. The wind picks up and the rain comes heavier, and the lighting comes more, the thunder gets louder, and her mind is in the state of craziness and she cant help her self, the blood is still on her, as she walks closer she starts to lick it off with the sword in her hand, she sees its some one, that some one is looking at her, sitting on a grave stone, so beautiful but so dark and her eyes shine with the lighting, her hair moves with the wind, and

Storm......lifehouse
This one is for you, J.... How long have I been in this storm? So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form Water's getting harder to tread With these waves crashing over my head If I could just see you Everything would be all right If I'd see you This darkness would turn to light And I will walk on water And you will catch me if I fall And I will get lost into your eyes I know everything will be alright I know everything is alright I know you didn't bring me out here to drown So why am I ten feet under and upside down Barely surviving has become my purpose Because I'm so used to living underneath the surface If I could just see you Everything would be all right If i'd see you This darkness would turn to light And I will walk on water And you will catch me if I fall And I know everything will be alright I know everything will be alright

Storms
I like the sound of distant thunder as it rumbles across the earth. I love to watch the lightning as it streaks across the sky in glorious flames ripe with passion and promise. I love to stand in the sound and fury of the storm with the rain washing over my skin, bathing my body in the freshness of sweet abandon. I love the drenching wetness and the cool calm as the raindrops gather to embrace me. I love the erotic slippery slide of ever drip that caresses my cheek, slipping down and down and down to pool at my feet. I love to stand with arms stretched wide, reaching for the passion of nature's release, embracing the pure raw energy that crackles in the air, filling my senses with the smell of wet earth and ozone and satisfaction.

Story Update
So here is the deal. I write my stories with what comes out of the top of my dome first. I have a couple people who look at them and give me feedback. We are working on edits and changing a few things. For example, there is some additional character development and more story to be put into Ranger Down. Nothing will be taken away, just stuff added. And I have an anal friend who is giving me crap about grammar. This is what happens when you only have a GED and spend almost all of your adult life in the military. :) If you want I will let you know when the updates happen. All stories will be put in separate folders so you don¡¦t have to dig through the very long list of my random thoughts blogs to find stories. However, if you have the time, feel free to read some of my other stuff. There are most stories on the way, I just have to find the time. Have a good one, and keep an eye out for more. -tim

Storm
The wetness of my swollen kiss. Erotic abandon to places of bliss. Touches my softness the lightening does bring. The erotic desires together does sting. My heart does cry with thoughts untold. With you my knight the world unfolds!

The Story
"The Story" I've been thinking of everything I used to want to be I've been thinking of everything Of me, of you and me This is the story of my life These are the lies I have created I'm in the middle of nothing And it's where I want to be I'm at the bottom of everything And I finally start to leave This is the story of my life These are the lies I have created I created And I swear to god I'll find myself In the end In the end This is the story of my life These are the lies I have created Have you ever listened to something...and it explained you?

The Story Of Ferry Tales Forgotten
A feather falls down from a pillow Held tight enough to hurt the sound Of sobbing far too close for comfort Green eyes and a tarnished crown..... So far.... They grew so much apart The story of ferry tales forgotten Leaving behind all he suffers Silent, staring, all but broken Hoping that she just remembers All the words that they had spoken Staying alive But just to keep staying alive Is it worth it? Staying alive But just to keep staying alive Is it working? He lays down in his bed of thorns Silence beating back the sorrow Lying in his bed and thinking Things will be so much worse tomorrow

The Story Behind The Poem “”alexis Bailey Simmons”” As It Happened.
It was New Years Eve in 2000 and the church gathered for their fellowship meeting. The Pastor looked around and noticed that all was there to bring in the New Year, all except one that is. Chris worked at a buffet and he was called to work that night. Being that he was the only one not there after prayer time, the Pastor said, “since it is New Years Eve and Chris is the only one who can not be here, I was thinking maybe we could all go to his work, get something light to eat and when Chris has a few spare minutes he can come join us”. All agreed and so they loaded four cars full. The Pastors children rode with their grandparents so Monnica and the girls could ride with him and his wife. It so happened that both families had the same car seat/stroller combo so when the Pastor got in and asked if everyone was ready all said yes. As it turns out Monnica indeed was not. She had her back turned to the door buckling up Taylor’s car seat belt. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the top

Storm
i could sit and listen to the thunder and lightning as it would streak across our sky. watch it flash as it would hit a tower and dissapate onto the ground. i could smell the rain, so clean and fresh, wet and cool to the touch, the senses coming alive. yet without you beside me these things mean nothing anymore, since the day you walked out on me without as much a goodbye, you just took your things, and my heart and left. now rain just makes me cry, thunder makes me angry, lightning takes me to the depths and back again. but i am strong, stronger than you storm, see i just fight off the depression, and look again, sure its a vicious circle...round n round always coming back....but nowe i can see variants...and u cant touch me, for now i am the storm within you..i am love

Story
We walked into the house and it was very big. The stairs were winding to the upper level of the house. He came up from behind me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He kisses my neck.AS I feel him kiss my neck, I reach up to his head grabbing his hair. He reaches around and grabs onto my breasts through my shirt. I can feel my nipples getting hard. He pushes me to the stairs, we dont make it even 2 stairs and he pushes me down. We start to kiss, so deep. I grab the outside of his pants to feel his hardness getting bigger. I unsnap his jeans and unzip his zipper. His manhood comes out in one tug. Wow, I havent seen that big in a long time maybe in videos but never live. I take it into my hand and it starts to get even harder from my touch. I start to put my lips on it, kissing it, licking it, teasing it. I take his head of his cock into my mouth. He moans. I take his whole cock into my mouth and as I look up at him I can see him get even more excited. I start to suck him real g

Story Of My Life
Lay your head on my shoulder Everything is gonna be alright Baby don't you cry Baby don't you worry 'bout a thing I see a rainbow at the end It's gonna be alright So many problems around me Dammit won't they just go away Every night I pray, yeah Lord won't you come my way Won't you come and rescue me Help me see the light What do you do when your water runs dry When your greens and your blues turn to black and white It's the story of my life When the fires get out, can you turn 'em off Can you turn 'em off I've tried so hard to make it Tried to do the best I could Tried to do some good,yea Like the people that I could Like my family if you would Trying to live a better life Fake friends always around me Trying to be up in my scoop Acting like they're cool, yea They don't know that I ain't blind So stop trying to waste my time And go on with your bull, yeah What do you do when your water runs dry When your greens and your blues turn to black and white

Story.....any Thoughts?
....I take your hand and guide you through the darkened room towards the hallway. Walking away from your room, you start to hear the sound of running water from beyond the closed door to the bathroom. I stop at the door, and turn to you. Taking your face into my hands, I guide your mouth to mine. I kiss you deeply, letting my tongue explore your mouth and lips. As the kiss ends, I pull away and smile at you. Turning back to the door, I turn the knob and push it open. Steam that had been trapped in the room rolls out past us. We both feel the moist heat clinging to our naked bodies. Taking your hand again, I lead you into the bathroom. I have prepared the room for us. Looking through the steam, you see candles burning. The moisture in the air causes the flames to dance. The entire room has a very pleasant, romantic glow to it. The light is so diffused, it seems to be coming from everywhere. You smell incense in the air, and the scent adds a pleasing undertone to the feel of the room. La

Story Of Our Life
Story of our life By:MHG a.k.a. Proud Mary At a tender age eyes were unbuttoned The life you led i have envisioned The hurt and sorrow i too have suffered Chronicles of your ventures i considered I mourned a soul I did not meet A being i hardly knew yet i perceive You and i both search for what we seek The story of our life is filled yet bleak If only now you still exist, I'd question you of all your quests To know if only how in this life id subsist The realized darkness that we cant resist The story of my life and so that of yours Dissimilar in ways yet inwardly it pours Identical passions of frustrated discourse Wandering souls, lost and un-endorsed The dissertation of unwanted ache Bottled inside our substance wanting to break I sense a longing not recognized but cannot quake Please show me how from all this i can escape! One thing i know and one thing is certain Your demise i desire for gone is your burden I still endure what you have set free

A Story I Wrote Long Ago
As I entered the room, the smell of desire filled the air. My servant in only her soft flowing robe with her hair frazzled from the work she performed at my latest request. She asked if everything was to my satisfaction and I refused to answer. As I walked through the house i noticed a few small imperfections in her tasks. She is just leanrning my tolerences. We enter the last room of which she was to clean. I have noticed every minute detail. She again asks with small bits of fear in her voice "Is it to you liking M'lord?" Still no answer. She circles around me in anticipation of my answer. In a deep, unpleased tone I finally answer "Lift your robe and turn away!" She does as i demand and braces for her deserved spankings. In one swoop I plunge all my manliness deep inside her cleanly shave box. I ride her hard pulling her hair and asked "Do you think you deserve this?" She begins to explain "I know I didn't......" "I asked a yes or no question" I say in a pantin

The Story Of Two Friends
Once Upon a time there was a girl. She walked with her head down, alone in the world. Then one day another girl came along and said, "hi". From that day on the girls walked side by side. The girls were the best of friends, they were always together. And they swore it would stay that way forever. They told each other they could never be replaced. But then one girl, she quickened her pace. The girl walked quickly with many things on her mind. She walked so fast the other girl fell behind. The girl tried to catch up, but her friend was nowhere to be found. The other girl often looked back, but she never slowed down. Eventually, the girls grew apart. But they kept memories of each other dear to their hearts. The girls need not worry, for if they are true friends, then the two roads they travel will bring them together in the end.

Story About My Back
About 5 years ago now around the 4th of July I was at a friends when i decided to help him fix something on his barn. So we got a ladder set up and I climbed the ladder to get up on the roof after a night of rain. I checked the roof it was dry so i started climbing up a very steep inclination. Well I got maybe 3 feet away from the ladder when I started slipping and couldn't stop myself. So I found myself slipping underneath the ladder and onto the ground where I landed on a brick that was covered by dirt and grass from the weather.. I got up, and figured I was fine cause ofcourse there would be pain i just fell 20ft, well the pain started getting worse over a 6 month period. But me being the stubborn jackass that I am. I did not seek medical attention until that 6th month i found the pain unbearable. Well come to find out I fractured 2 disks in my back, and did alot of extensive nerve damage in my neck that cannot be repaired. Why you may ask because I was an idiot and did not seek med

Story
I can hardly believe all this is happening. When we met I thought it would be no more than a physical thing and I'd be done. he tried to warn me, he told me" You gonna fuck around and fall in love with me." I told him "It might be the other way around, you might fall in love with me." Look where I am now helplessly in love with this man, this God, this king. he completes my world and with him I am satisfied I want nothing about him to change especially the way he loves me. This morning he called me it was 5:09am on the nose I had only been asleep for about 2 hours. The phone rings I answered it was him immediately my panties got wet cause I knew why he was calling. He said" I wanna come see you is it o.k?" My reply was simple" YES." I had been calling him the whole night while I was out with my girlfriend I couldn't even enjoy myself because I was feenen so hard for some of his sweet lovin. Needless to say I hopped out of bed and began to prepare myself to receive him. I

The Store
A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands. When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance: "You may visit this store ONLY ONCE!" There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs. The 2nd floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. The 3rd floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help with Housework. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can

Story Of Leelah
Her name was Leelah, she lived out where the lighthouse stood. She liked living there, where she could watch the ships go by and the waves crash against the rocks below. Overall she was a very simple woman, she hardly went into town, only for supplies. Leelah liked her solitude. She came intotown one afternoon to pick up some supplies and that was when the 4 men had just arrived to work on the lighthouse. What the 4 men didn't know was what a beauty Leelah would be. She was the woman who turned heads in townbut never noticed she did. It looked like her legs went on forever; voluptious was she in the breast, and she reminded people of silver screen goddesses of years past. She never seemed to like a lot of attention, towns people figured it was where she lived in her own isolated world. Upon returning from town she noticed an SUV parked out by the lighthouse, she took her bags in and went to see who was there. After all it was evening time. When entering and seeing the 4 men ready to

Story Of Me
Story on me ? I honestly do not care if you do not like me or what I have to say. ? I love having a boyfriend. ? Once I have money I spend it soon as it's in my hand. ? I love making out. ? I never want to look like someone else and I hate when ppl copy me. that is not the best compliment its the most annoying thing ever ? I would die for my best Friends and Family without thinking twice ? It takes a lot for me to let anyone in and get close to me. ? I dont trust guys at all not even kind of i dont care if "your not like the rest" because guess what you are. ? As much as I cant trust any of them I cant seam to leave them alone. ? I hate the feeling of being left in the dark about things, and being left out. ? I hate listening to peoples pitty problems, Like there hair, Or someone broke up with them.. because theres more important things going on like people dieing for us to even be here to have a relationship and a family. Get over it. ? I get frustrated easily. ? I bel

Stories
story when you think of stories you think of fairey tales, of knights saving damsels in distress of knights slaying the evil dragon. but you don't think of all the good little boys and girls who turn to darker things, to get them through a life that is hell. nor do you think of the people who get then there, just to see if they can corrupt something pure and innocent.

A Story About A Man & His Harley...
Alright, here's something cute that I just had to post here. Here's a story about a man and his Harley... A man went out and bought a brand new Harley Davidson motorcycle. The guy at the dealership told him to buy a jar of Vaseline to put on the seat to keep it from cracking. And buy a small jar to keep on him to put on it in between times of riding and to make sure he put it on the seat before it rained. His wife and he decided to go have dinner with her family and took the bike. His wife told him while they were in the kitchen that during dinner, no one talks. If you talk, you will have to do the dishes. He looked at the sink and the counters and there were piles of dirty dishes that needed to be washed. Dinner was served and as he sit there eating, he was thinking of a way to get someone to talk. So, he got up and took his wife and stripped her down and started making love to her right in front of her parents. They just looked and shrugged the shoulders and went back to e

Story Time
---- Generic Survey 1: The Basics Full NameChristine L Parker You like it?uh... Birthdate11/27/1987 Height/Weight5'7".....135 Eye Colorblueish Hair Colorany....currently brown wit highlights Can you... Drive?No licence :( Drive a manual?FUCK yah...gimmie gimmie Touch your nose with your tongue?if i take out my tounge bar Cook?sometimes Dance?sure Sing?no way jose Sew?ha ha ya Speak another language?occasionally Have you ever... Eaten sushi?yeah...yuk yuk puke Been in love?YES Skipped school?uh.....no....... ;) Made prank calls?me??? yeah to my mom Done illegal drugs?I think everyone knows the answer to that... Stolen something worth more than ?oh god yes....imma klepto Flashed someone?YES multiple times Been drunk?only every time the sun sets Eaten squ

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.

Story Done Jamie
Jamie... I finished your story and attached it to an email right back to your email address. I hope you like it. It was very long!!!!!! Wow... you left me breathless and nearly unconscious in this story... you are an animal. I loved writing it. I look forward to hearing back from you and tell me what you think of it.

Stories
I walked into the department store just like another day, browsing through until something caught my attention. I was walking around when I suddenly realized I was in the lingerie department.I became immediately embarrassed for it was a small town and everybody knew everyones business. I quickly scanned the immediate area to see if anyone had noticed me and to my relief it appeared no one was around. After all it was quite late and the store wasn't going to be open much longer. This was the best time to shop, you felt like you had the store to yourself. I started to leave the area when a little black nightie caught my eye. I walked over and looked it over and then took it between my fingers and felt how soft and silky it was. It was the prettiest and sexiest nightie I had ever seen. I just had to try it on. I prayed that my size would be there and to my surprise it was! I took it to the back of the store where the fitting rooms are located and picked the furthest room from the entrance

Stormy
stormy outside but the storm inside this body is worse the rain from my eyes wont stop the thundering in my ears wont fade the lighting in my head wont dissipate the wind refusing to stop, my heart flopping none will disappear none will go away all i want is peace so i pull out the steel draw a fine red line and savor the pain the rain,thunder,lightining,and wind stop but only untill the pain fades

A Story I've Started.
"Inadequate, beyond pathetic, disease ridden attempt at being a God... My Lord. They will follow you no longer. Your worshippers refusal of you is a direct reflection of how you treated them. They now stand with someone willing to stand with them, not above them. Your people and I abandon your horrific, idiotic ideals. " These words where spat out, through deep guttural growls, dragon eyes blazing with a torrid anger never before seen. Blackened words of sheer unadulterated loathing withered and decayed anything standing within its path. This daughter of an ostracized God had seen enough death and destruction to fill five human lifetimes. Handed out by the very being they were forced to worship. No more. Taking her people, dragons, and army they fled the planet that had been their home for countless generations. Quay was all but a distant memory to them now, the price you pay for blasphemy, that, or tormented death.They had barely lived through both and had seen enough. His

Storms
NuttinButtSexxy Storms Shackled, tied Leather embraced, Freedom of movement Bound. My canopy is shut With “G’ suit tightly strapped, Soon the jet screams Allows me to pierce the sky Soft whimper Eyes pleading, Muscles stretched Ability to touch constrained. Clouds envelop my Mind with rapidity, Turbulence rocks My very essence in violent loops Intense gravity Every orifice stretched, Wetness Pouring down legs. Taken violently With pain come shudders, Yet each tear Frames a silent smile. When bound Willingly, and Bound by choice. Can there be greater freedom? Fly free, Embracing the storm. Physical constraints Accenting total freedom, Choice Poet

Story Behind My Latest Pic Posting...
Recently, I had a conversation about what high school was like with my g/f. Along the way we talked about some of the school dances we went to, including the big two, the proms. Well here's the story of my dance experience from 2003 to 2004. In 2003 I was a junior when I was nominated to be on the Basketball Homecoming court. We had a King, a Queen, and attendants. I was nominated to be an attendant, since you had to be a senior to be King or Queen. The thing about the dance was, it fell in the middle of the winter. Which meant it was likely to be cancelled if a big enough storm should hit. Well, I think it was moved back two or three times that year to accomodate for snow and ice cancellations which cancelled all other nighttime activities as well (basketball games, dances, etc.). So I went to the dance, but I didn't have a date. Never really wanted to get one at the time. So, I went solo. But there was still the matter of the introductions of the nominees. Well that's when a g

Story Of A Cab Ride
STORY OF A CAB RIDE Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one h

Story
A here's part of the story; I woke up very hungry this morning; I felt like i could eat a buffalo. All around me the dust was rising and i herd the buzzing of the flies on a body. I turned over carefully to see that Charlie died last night, he was very frail. The cooks took the body to the kitchen and i knew it was going to be a rich soup day; my mouth was some what watering. I herd the alarm go off waking the rest of us up. I stood up and helped Danny who was next to me. We walked out of the box we called the oven outside which was a much cooler. Danny looked at me and we both prayed that our owner would sell some off us off today or we won’t survive. The dust picked up and i could tell it was a fleet of trucks coming. I look at my trainer who was tearing up he said Scamp he was smart and sold our contracts. I shrugged my shoulders knowing where my trainer goes i go because of his binding contract, which stated he was sold to me for wages but could be sold back for pay

The Story Of The Jack-o'-lantern
Long ago there lived a nasty, quick-tempered little drunk named Jack. After years of drinking, fighting, and all-around bad behavior, Jack stumbled into a pub on All Hallows' Eve. He proceeded to get "in his cups," so much so that he was actually facing death. As his life was slipping away, the devil appeared to claim his soul. True to his nature, Jack begged for one more drink before he was taken to hell. The devil agreed and Jack ordered a pint of beer. And wouldn't you know it, Jack didn't have the money to pay for his final drink. Here's where things get a little odd. Jack asked if the devil would transform himself into a sixpence piece to pay for the drink. And the devil agreed. (How this guy became the ruler of hell is beyond me.) The devil turned into the sixpence and Jack shoved the coin into his wallet, which had on it the sign of cross. The power of the cross trapped the poor devil. The devil demanded Jack release him. Jack agreed, with the condition that the devil leave

Story #1
Story #1 Pru, We have been acquainted for a period of time. We enjoy and look forward to our time spent chatting online. Chatting online we have revealed our personal thoughts on so many topics both serious and playful. I find this to be an extremely sensual quality of yours. It’s an opening up that strengthens our friendship. I smile at times when you seem to be so shy about what it is you want to express and when you finally say these things you appear so sexy to me. You tell me in one our chats that you will be traveling alone up to my area. I am so pleased because we both agree to finally meet. At my urging you agree to let me pick you up at the airport and give you a ride to the hotel you will be staying at for the next two days. The day arrives that I will be picking you up. To my surprise I am not the least bit nervous. I feel that I know you so well. As I park my car, my anticipation is growing. My thoughts of you become intoxicating. I check the arrivals and see that

Story #2
Story #2 Pru is a girl I had only seen her a few times with my friends. I found Pru a distraction at times because she had a sexual aura about her as well as a dynamic personality. She had a very sexy look to her that made me excited every time I saw her. She had this killer body that made it hard for any man to resist. You see, she had long, beautiful hair surrounding her stunning eyes and this really cute face. She would look good in anything but when she would come over in a tank top and shorts she had all of my attention that I could give without me drooling like a puppy dog. Pru had a natural, flirtatious style about her that had me spellbound, yet I had kept my distance out of respect. The news came that she was selling her house and moving 200 miles away and I disappointed needless to say. Her realtor had made some suggestions to dress up the house. She called my friend and asked if she could come down and stay at his house while she took care of these house necessities. H

The Story Behind "august"
A few weeks before I was born, My mother asked my father; "What shall we name this son of ours?" Without hesitation my father replied, "August, after my father." My mother's response was something to the effect of "eeuugh! I hate that name. How about Brian?" Never one to give ground easily, my father rebounded with "Great, August Brian, I like the sound of that." "Brian August" and the battle was finally joined. "August Brian, three reasons." "What's the first reason?" "Alphabetical, A before B." "I'm not convinced. What's the second reason?" "Our last name starts with a B, if we make his initials B.A.B., one day he'll be big enough to pay us back." "That has a little merit. What's the third reason?" "I promise, we'll always call him Brian. It's just very important to me that he be named after my father." And so the deal was struck, and my mother has never called me August, however, my father has never called me Brian. It's one of the reasons they go

A Story I'll Probably Never Finish Or Edit
Buffalo? Fuck. No one voluntarily goes to Buffalo. I mean, as a general rule. It's the type of place you are born in and don't leave. It's the type of place you go for a meeting when your client buys some shitty company there and then you spend the whole time you're in town feeling like you have the hantavirus and the only possible antidote is getting the fuck out of Buffalo fifteen minutes ago. It's the type of place that's on the national news every once and a while because some guy flipped out and killed someone at Wendy's or it snowed a lot again or they annexed themselves to Canada or what the fuck ever. But you don't get in your car on a sunny Sunday afternoon and drive to fucking Buffalo. It isn't done. Except, apparently, when it is. So anyway, I was having half a pack of jerks come in from out of town. My friend Joe was flying back from Seattle where he lives with his probably illegal immigrant Mexican au pair wife (obviously). Joe was tech

Stormy Loven
Stormy Loven I had it all planned out , We were to meet at 8 for dinner & I was cooking. It was a hot summers day. AC cranked fans blowing the stale humid air with no relief. Dinner was gonna be light , lots of fresh veggies and fruit that I picked up at the farmers market this morning. A bottle of wine chilling . Table set, candles ready to be lit. There was a thunder storm on the horizon, typical for an Ohio in late july. A soft knock came on the door. There you stood all bright eyed, so cool and crisp looking even in this crazy humidity . The beautiful full smile that I just love flashed before m. You hand me the most beautiful bouquet of mixed summer time flowers. They are all brilliant in color, aroma so soft and summery. Dinner is almost ready if u would like to open the wine. They worked so well together even though this was only the second time they actually been together. I plated up the dinner as you filled our wine glasses. We met back at the counter and y

Story About A Ghost Tunnel In My Home Town.. ( Three Videos)
These are Hauntumentaries about the Spurlington Tunnel in Central KY, (Taylor, Campbellsville, KY) My Hometown.. My dad use to skip school in this tunnel when he was in school.. Part one.... Part Two... Part Three...

Stores
Just wanted to vent about stores. Every get that thing in your head that you wanted to buy? Say like today - I wanted to buy a whiffle ball for my son. I had it in my head what it looked like, the packaging, what corner of the store I could find it. Was it there? No. Pisser. I got him some stackable cars instead. Oh well.

Story
As I unbutton my top I watch in the mirror as my breasts fall out, my nipples pert and rosy. I shiver as the air from the open window turns them instantly hard and a deeper shade. I stare for a minute admiring my shape and the way the contours create tiny shadows on my chest. I can still smell the scent from the lavender oil applied hours earlier. I unclip my hair from the twist that holds it and as I do my arm lightly brushes the tip of one of my nipples and a tingling sensation goes right through me. My hair cascades over my shoulders and the light feathery ends stop loosely just above my breasts. Still admiring in the mirror I gently rub the palm of my hands around them feeling their plumpness and fullness, my skin soft and warm, silky and smooth, against my cold hands. I let my fingers wander, tracing circles around my nipples. A more intense feeling comes over me. Ummmm. I close my eyes. I let my fingers stroke their tips, gently pulling and twisting. It feels so nice. I ca

Stormy Night Pleasure
Its dark stormy night rain pouring down like a powerful water fall over the roof. The lighting flashes brightly off and on followed by the loud rumbling whip crack of thunder. Shaking her deep within core of her sensually seductive soul. The power is out so she has lighted candles about her living room all different romantic passionate scents as well as a roaring fire in her marble fire place. She's wearing a short tight black backless low cut nightie and silk stockings waiting for him on him leather couch. She's sipping red wine and eating chocolate covered strawberries slightly worried about him but more desiring his presence. He arrives in her living room soaked to the bone having tried to out run the rain on his motorcycle only to be caught in it. She coos seductively as she stands up walking toward him in a deliberate hungry manner. "Lets get you out of that wet shirt before you catch a cold" He trembles nervously as her warm mature hands slowly pull off his wet t-shirt. After she

The Story Of Two Teardrops
Two little teardrops were floating down the river of life. One drop said to the other, "I am the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him." Who are you? "Well, I am the teardrop of the girl who won him." Love is very strange. Love is unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual. You need it but when you love, it's like destining yourself for pain. You become addicted and dependent on the person. You become strong and at the same time, you open yourself up to being hurt. Love can make you bear any kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice. It can also make you feel stupid and act stupidly. Sometimes when you love and end up giving so much of yourself, subconciously you only discover how much you've given when the person you love hurts you or has to say goodbye. Then you realize, an important part of yourself is already with that person. It goes away when he leaves and you are left with a sickening, empty feeling inside. Tears are bound to shed from your eyes no ma

A Story Of Naivete
Once upon a time, in a land quite close to home, there lived a somewhat goofy princess and her confused little boy. Oh wait, I meant boyfriend. Damnit, now I have to start over!Once upon a time, in a land quite close to home, there lived a somewhat goofy princess and her confused little boyfriend. They were so happy together, that even before he was free for her, she made him little childlike pictures of stick figures playing kissing games and then progressed on to stick figure gift certificates redeemable for her love. The somewhat goofy princess easily won over the confused little boyfriend with her immature yet brazen ways. The confused little boyfriend found the somewhat goofy princess to be amazing and the best. girlfriend. ever. This after only two meetings in over a month's time! Love was in the air and all the little cute and furry animals in this land quite close to home were all atwitter. But not everyone in the land was happy for them, for the beautiful and omniscien

Stories...
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or if you are a random reader) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your diary and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you..

The Story: A Song By Brandi Carlile
all of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true...I was made for you I climbed across the mountain tops Swam all across the ocean blue I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules But baby I broke them all for you Because even when I was flat broke You made me feel like a million bucks Yeah you do and I was made for you You see the smile that's on my mouth Is hiding the words that don't come out And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed They don't know my head is a mess No, they don't know who I really am And they don't know what I've been through like you do And I was made for you... All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell

Story Time
This is a story about a toad and a very beautiful woman. Once upon a time... There was this toad that met this very lovely and intriging young lady. He never thought that he had a chance with something so beautiful. But he was wrong. Though he was a mere bitter toad, she helped to change him into a wonderful man with a beautiful heart. Moral of the story, you can't judge a book by it's cover. Though he may have been a toad and slightly ugly, he had a good heart. You may think that I'm pretty and such and out of your league. You will never know whether I am or not. So take a chance... I did...

Stories Of Old Off Solo Album
Stories Of Old Well, I guess I left myself wide open for the things you say, and I laid out all the problems in your mind. Can we separate the reasons that we think this way, you won’t believe the things you will find inside. The lessons we learn are just the stories of old, we drink from the memories of things we were told. If all of this fails that’s why it’s getting so cold, a common reaction to the days that grow old. So I guess you stalled inside a reason, that you had to fall, another sign that there’s a message in your mind. Can we understand the messes kept behind the wall, you won’t believe all the things you will find inside. The lessons we learn are just the stories of old, we drink from the memories of things we were told. If all of this fails that’s why it’s getting so cold, a common reaction to the days that grow old. Don’t let your mind wander, you must grow stronger, pass along all your memories. People need to learn, and now it seems to be our tur

Story Behind The Killa Pussy Name
My friend gave me the name Killa Pussy awhile ago. She says that foreplay now requires heart paddles and epi shots in my life. All of this is simply because my ex had a heart attack while we were having sex....he did live through it. Then I broke both of my vibes. Hey what can I say?

Storms...
STORMS I like the sound of distant thunder as it rumbles across the earth. I love to watch the lightning as it streaks across the sky in glorious flames ripe with passion and promise. I love to stand in the sound and fury of the storm with the rain washing over my skin, bathing my body in the freshness of sweet abandon. I love the drenching wetness and the cool calm as the raindrops gather to embrace me. I love the erotic slippery slide of ever drip that caresses my cheek, slipping down and down and down to pool at my feet. I love to stand with arms stretched wide, reaching for the passion of nature's release, embracing the pure raw energy that crackles in the air, filling my senses with the smell of wet earth and ozone and satisfaction.

The Storm
I've been driving through these nights This road reminding me of all I am As time drags on, these windows fade Reality starts slipping from my mind All I know is this all fades, the second that I'm by your side Can this be real, can this be fate Just say you'll be there for me Please say that you'll be there Just say that you'll be my side When the storm subsides All these years beneath the skin Everything inside me turning to the shame I was lost, but now I can see This fate is turning deep inside of me All I know is this all fades, the second that I'm by your side Can this be real, can this be fate Just say that you'll be with me Please say that you'll be there Just say that you'll be my side When the storm subsides

Story 1
It was another long road trip. I was working for a computer company that kept me on the road for months at a time doing repairs, setting up server farms, etc. I was in Madison, Wisconsin when I just couldn't take the aloneness anymore. I'd been out to bars and clubs but being a shy guy I hardly ever hooked up. And this trip was lonelier than most. I looked online for some escort sites. One was an add for a voluptuous woman with 38d breasts. I've always liked my women on the heavier side so that add made me follow the link. On her website she had a couple of small pictures. I clicked and studied them for a few minutes. I couldn't see her face but her body was perfect. Large heavy breasts, round tummy that rolled onto soft, smooth and chubby thighs. He body was so beautiful, so womanly, so inviting. I almost fell over myself getting to the phone. A deep and sultry voice answered. Hello? "Hi, ummm," I stammered, "I saw your add on the net." Suddenly feeling monumentally stupid. How

The Story About You
You asked me What I think of you There is so much to say It will take me eternity to tell you all. Lie in my arms Let me tell you the story about you You make my life complete You make my one and only wish come true You make the black and white world of mine looks colorful again You fit yourself right into my world perfectly You wipe my tears every time it falls You teach me know how to love someone who loves me back You make my dreams peaceful and beautiful You make every day so wonderful to live by You laugh at how silly I am You let me be the crazy girl I want You catch me when I fall You say you love me You make me the luckiest girl in this world You gives me all your love You gives me you You,I want to grow old with You,the one that I love more every single day You,that I thank God for the wish come true You,that I whisper to,"I love you."

A Story Me Friend Wrote
I lay there in my bed.. just past midnight. The cold night breeze kisses my warm skin.. the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.. sleeping.. dreaming.. and you hovering in.. as if in a cloud of air.. standing above my bed.. you can hear the pulsating of my heartbeat.. and you can smell the warm blood that are in the veins that are so apparent. You lean in.. move my hair away from my swanlike neck.. placing your fangs upon my flesh.. piercing the skin and drinking of my essence..almost to the last drop of crimson.. then you stand up.. wipe the last drop from your cold lips.. feeling my life intertwine with yours..the feeling is almost overwhelming.. but you leave backing into the shadows in whilst you came.. Leaving me alone one again.

The Story Behind The Song Surrealism.
One day I was walking down the road and I asked God. How can I show desy how I truly feel for her. He responded to me saying. Create something for her that is truly beautiful in a way that is truly unique. I said. God all I know that is unique to me is music. Then all of a sudden this song came into my mind as if God himself showed it to me. It took me a month and a half to make the song Surrealism. I went to sleep the night that song came into my mind and I heard it in my sleep. How its energy just ebbed and swayed and mixed with each other in a rhythm that I had never used before. I knew It would be a challenge. When I was creating the song, God guided my mind and my fingers to creating it. I was creating something that truly spoke my soul. I had to listen intently on what God was telling me. When I messed up God told me...no that isn't right try this here and this here and this here...thats it keep going you are getting there. I am proud of you. When I was finished

The Storm
the weather outside is cold the rain is behind my eyes only a womens softness yet there is a storm thats sick there is a place that thing should not go we should only crave a womens touch there are sick men the ones who know not the beauty of a women the predetor, ripped my skin, im not gay the force of a badge, we trust the law how do there wifes sleep next to them at night the law what a joke, on that thing forced to choke broken and beat i cry alone rape! do not tell your friends...the law makes amends. sick faggots had there way, but i am not gay... the weather outside is cold, the rain behind my eyes, there just tears

The Story Behind The 12 Days Of Christmas
The Story Behind The 12 Days Of Christmas There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffled me. What in the world do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge that won't come out of the pear tree have to do with Christmas? From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember. The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ. Two turtledoves were the Old and New Testaments. Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love. The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John. The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Testament. The six g

Storm Part2
Clouds Stirring, Amongst the trees, The fallen ones begin to free Yet the ones they are are not the ones they were To begin a new, they must refer To the way it is, The new is now They come for us, when and how For the fog is here and the wind has stopped The fear is coming and the cork has popped Its rained for days, with lightning and crashes The streets are quiet and no one dares to ask is What the hell has gone wrong and why are they are scared They know not why, but they know to prepare, Since a quiver, a sliver of chill is around When suddenly light breaks from the ground.

Storm
Broken path of mirror and stone, Shards of life amongst the bone, It laid, it lied, it died for them It washed up on the shores again. They saw it coming, they thought it near They ran for guidence but grasped only fear For they know not what, when its said its so They died with it, so long ago And their memory, died with them But only now live through this pen And one day it shall, fall on us The thing it nears again with trust

Storms Pimpout!
hey, how is everyone today? this is a friend of mine a really good friend who is very cool. she could use some help leveling up. it would be really cool if u could help her out! thanks and have a good day :D > > Storm@ fubar

Storm
Storm Lightning crashing all around inside my mind. Little razor blades tearing down my strengths. my own insecurities, Creeping through the walls.. The storm, cant see whatâ€™s going on.. Clouding my thoughts. Taking over.. So much to learn.. Not enough time.. Screaming but no one hears.. I feel your hand, reaching out through the darkness, trying to pull me.. Your eyes, they shine through the thickness of the night.. Like they are a guide to where i need to go.. Your voice, calming yet sterne, telling me everything is alright.. Telling me youâ€™re here.. I reach for your hand, As i grab it, its gone.. feeling of being alone falls over me.. Pain fills my body.. The storm picks up. Crashing around me, shoving me.. Stumbling.. losing my balance.. Falling.. The ground closing in.. Close my eyes feel my end is near.. No way out.. I hit nothing.. I open my eyes.. Finding myself in your arms.. You looking in my eyes.. y

The Story Of Carnavo
The wind and the rain On a journey, something to gain With eyes on the glory Path remains so tough Defend what is rightly for the good Appears to be very rough Night and the dark Land and the see Who ever wins this valuable peice Will make history For the right or the wrong An the weak and the strong Power is hidden as it remains Guide of the land, compass or call it as you will Use this Jewel unwisely, many will pay the bill So all is quiet and the land is so still I will ride my horse til sun down Create a fire then prepare to sleep The rise of the sun A race has begun This crystal, this diamond The keeper of the flame Who ever possesses this will not be the same The power the fury Everyone is in a hurry From the west and the east Something is to be won If it gets in the wrong hands Damage and greed will be done I am the King, leader of this land Marches the territory with the last existing white horse To protect destiny i show no remorse

Story For The Ladies
Just something for the ladies I wrote. I'm in your city for a conf. We make plans for you to meet me at my hotel. You show up about 7 pm. Your dressed in a black slik top and and matching short skirt. When you come in the rooms I take you in my arms and start to gently kiss your lips as my hands caress your back and sides. Our kissed grow hotter, my tongue exploring your mouth, my hands moving to caress your sexy butt. My body is pressed tightly against your, you can feel my cock harden as we kiss. My kisses move to your neck and ear lobes. I gently nibble and kiss your neck as I start to unbutton your top. My kisses move lower, beween your breast as I remove your top. Your wearing a black lace bra. I my kisses move back to your lips as I unfasten your bra and remove it. My hands cup your breasts, my fingers rubbing your now hard nipples. I cup one breast and lower my mouth to it. My tongue lightly touches your nipple, teasing it. Then I take it in my mouth and gently suck it as I

The Storm
The wind began to moan in hollow murmurs, as the sun went down carrying glad day elsewhere; and a train of dull clouds coming up against it, menaced thunder and lightning. Large drops of rain soon began to fall, and, as the storm clouds came sailing onward, others supplied the void they left behind and spread over all the sky. Then was heard the low rumbling of distant thunder, then the lightning quivered, and then the darkness of an hour seemed to have gathered in an instant. Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one's head. Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm

The Story Of Captain Crunch
ok trucker time with Earl Buster Junior jr the year was 1989, reagan was president, nixon was in the white house and roosevelt was running this country into the ground....i was hauling 14 tons a calamari up the ho chi man trail, i was drivin in place of a nother fella to whom i lost a card game , on a count a i was cheatin with a comletely seperate deck a cards, which you should never do, cause what i assumed would be a winning hand turned out to be the exact matching hand as the fella who beat me fair and square. but i digress.. it was monsoon season and my rig wasn't fitted with monsoon grade water gear,.. it's kinda complicated for a woman to understand,... any how the calamari had been freeze dried to help em stay fresh for the whole trip seeins how it ws the ho chi man trail and all,... the rain started commin in sideways so i had to pull over on a count a i couldn't see and i also i had to shit badder than a constipated cat burgurlar from constantinopal with catarax and carpa

The Story Of Christmas
The Story of Christmas Christmas (literally, the Mass of Christ) is a traditional holiday in the Christian calendar which takes place on the twenty-fifth day of December and celebrates the birth of Jesus. According to the Christian gospels, Jesus was born to the Virgin Mary in Bethlehem, where Mary and her husband Joseph had travelled to register in the Roman census. His birth was said by his followers to fulfill the prophecies of Judaism that a messiah would come, from the house of David. Christmas is also a secular holiday throughout much of the world, including countries with small Christian populations, such as Japan. The precise date of the birth and historicity of Jesus are much debated. "Christmas" is often abbreviated to Xmas, possibly because the letter X resembles the Greek letter (Chi), which is the first letter of Christ's name as spelled in Greek. The Story of Christmas The story of Christ's birth has been handed down for centuries, based primarily on t

14 Stories
Love is the answer, To a question worth knowing. Like the world's weather, Around us it's snowing. But do you understand, What it's like to feel Death. To have Him stand over you, To feel His frozen breath. *Sometimes I just wanna launch myself, Out a window, 14 stories up. With a wire cable 'round my throat, *My blood dripping into a cup. And the satisfaction that I feel, To finally rid my mind. See, it wasn't for the world, It was to see what I could find. And what I've found is fascinating, Do you know what Death can do? All the shit you read in books, Is chronically far from true. * - - * I won't be able to hear you much longer, Cos the more you speak, the less I listen. Do you understand how I feel? And down below the sidewalk glistens. You've pushed and pushed, I've finally left. I've finally gone, Without a cleft. I've finally gone, You've got your way. I've finally jumped, But I'm done, cos I've had my say.

Story Of The Buffalo Dance/ Blackfoot Legend
When the buffalo first came to be upon the land, they were not friendly to the people. When the hunters tried to coax them over the cliffs for the good of the villages, they were reluctant to offer themselves up. They did not relish being turned into blankets and dried flesh for winter rations. They did not want their hooves and horn to become tools and utensils nor did they welcome their sinew being used for sewing. "No, no," they said. "We won't fall into your traps. And we will not fall for your tricks." So when the hunters guided them towards the abyss, they would always turn aside at the very last moment. With this lack of cooperation, it seemed the villagers would be hungry and cold and ragged all winter long. One of the hunters had a daughter who was very proud of her father's skill with the bow. During the fullness of summer, he always brought her the best of hides to dress, and she in turn would work the deerskins into the softest, whitest of garments for him to we

Storm And My Cat
the storm is very bad out there. while i was out taking pics of the storm . i come home to find that my cat was hit my a car. miss priss ran off into the bushes the storm bad i dont know how bad she is hurt but when the storms calms down i plan going back out to get my cat will update you later . at least the people who hit my cat was nice enough to stop and help me find my cat

Storm Downs Aussie Isp Links
WILD storms pounding the north western states of America have wiped out one of Australia's major internet traffic routes to the US. Southern Cross Cable operations vice president, Dean Veverka, has confirmed that hurricane-strength storms and flooding have wiped out the carrier's Oregon cable route and halved its bandwidth between Australian and the US. Southern Cross's customers in Australia include iiNet, Internode and AAPT. The cable had been severed between its Nedonna Beach and Hillsboro facilities, Mr Veverka said. The company has a secondary cable that reaches the US coast via Hawaii and California. The outage has already begun hitting Australian internet providers. Greg Bader , the chief technology officer with Perth-based internet provider iiNet said it had already begun prioritising time-sensitive traffic to manage the outage. "We're certainly operating on less capacity than would be considered ideal at the moment. We're not really seeing it in the call centres at

Storms
Storms may come and storms may go. Storms that we may never know. As This Storm rolls over my head. There is a loud boom piercing through my ears making it hard for me to hear. The strong wind begins blowing through me. I am just standing here as the storm moves near. The raindrops begin to pound on my skin. I can see the dark clouds moving way over my head. The whole time I am just taking it all in. Wishing you could be here with me as I stand and witness Mother Earth's misery. Feeling her pain dripping all over me and seeping in my brain. In a slight moment I feel I am going insane. Thinking she is feeling my pain as I think of you and me and all that we could be. Her tears pound on me, I feel she is near her end just as we were meant to be nothing more than friends. The calm has come and she is done and all I can think is if we will be one. I look around to see the damage she has done. The wind still blowing slightly. Everything is wet. I run my

Storm
I'm alive and well after making it through Sunday's nights - Monday mornings hurricane force winds! We had winds clocked at 81 but here in Montesano it was definately higher. We lost half our roof and our house even rocked back and forth at one point which was pretty scary! We've been out and about and seen first hand the devistation in Grays Harbor County. We got power back last night but there are people still without tonite. My husbands work was destroyed by the storm too. It's going to be a tight Xmas this year for us! And prayers go out to our friends in Centralia and Chehalis who are flooded out of their homes and lost everything! We lucky in comparison!

Story...part I
I come home after a hard day of work, to find you standing in the doorway wearing a silky, see-through teddy, holding a tall cold beer for me. We embrace tightly and I take a deep breath to relax, knowing you have prepared dinner, and a little more for me. The scent of jasmine and your own body’s chemistry sends my senses into overdrive, instantly visions of your lovely naked body in various naughty positions fill my mind. I can feel your body’s reaction to me as well, your soft breasts pressed into my chest, your taut nipples, and the heat rising from your loins. My right hand sides down the silky fabric of your teddy and immediately cups your soft ass, pulling you closer to me. We release from our embrace, and you hand me the much needed cold beer. I kiss your soft warm lips and let your mouth melt onto mine. You turn to walk into the kitchen to prepare a plate of dinner; roast beef, mashed potatoes with the skins and lots of butter and gravy, rolls, and peas, nothing fancy, just a h

A Story I'm Working On.
Iron man. By Dean Good. It was the winter of the year of our lord 1605. It was one year to the day since John Marlow had been condemned for the murder and mutilation of the Priest’s wife Margret Church and her unborn child it was a most terrible crime indeed. The priest wife a lovely woman always smiling and never to busy to stop and talk. The one thing I’ll never forget is her eyes. She had the most beautiful hazel eyes that would have melted the coldest hearts. Margret was found with her internal organs spread all over the bedroom floor. And her head was severed from her body. The unborn fetes was found inside the stone fire place. It’s head had also been severed from it’s body. Then it was thrown into the fire place. The two halves of the unborn child were burnt to a dark charred black. It took all the strength I could muster to keep from vomiting when I pulled the two pieces of the little black corpse from the fire place. Le

The Storm
Was a long night. Got awake around 3:00 with branches from my trees snapping off and landing on the house. Not little branches. Was loud enough to wake the people in the next house. They thought they had landed on their house. Branches came down for about 3 hours from all the ice. So with the branches... fire sirens.. and car alarms going off I didn't get much sleep. Spent the day down at my Dad's. They got lucky and had no ice.. even though they live 20 minutes away. Came home and had no electric but its back now. Hopefully I can get some pictures of everything tommorrow.

The Story So Far
So yeah what's up guys? I'm not up to alot I'm here checkin out fubar and yeah so far it's goin I'm still figuring everything out maybe later when I have time I'll add something cool on here but yeah moving on it's that time of the year again and every day is a day closer to christmas and yeah I went to the mall and man it was crazy out there I didnt think I was going to survive being at the mall but somehow I made it home and I barely started christmas shopping and yeah I've been procrastinating I've been good about doing that lately next week I have a few days off and I'm headin out to my girlfriends parents house and yeah I'm leaving sunday and won't be back til wednesday and yeah Merry Christmas later

The Story Of She And He
He gave her compliments and made her smile…she told him that she missed him and it would be worth his while. He thought and answered, 'what should we do?' She said, 'I like fun and I know you do too'. Let's go somewhere alone, but let's keep it light', she said. He had no idea what was going on in her head. They met at his place and had small talk…giggles came from her then, he took that walk. He came closer and whispered, 'what do you want me to do?' She thought to herself…'ooh the things I could do to you!' She said, 'touch me there.' He gladly obliged. He told her to sit and she had an idea why. He touched her legs gently and she sighed with a smile. He kissed her lips below and this move drove her wild. They kept on coming back for more - each day never knowing what was in store. She did things with her tongue that made him cry out with delight. He would pull her hair and spank her because he knew ju

The Story Of My Life... Roflmao
The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married -- for the fourth time. The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation. 'He's a funeral director,' she answered. 'Interesting,' the newsman thought. He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living. She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she'd first married a banker when she was in her early 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, later on a preacher when in her 60's, and now in her 80's, a funeral director. The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers. She smiled and explained, 'I married one for the

Story
If you see yourself as hearing or acting in a story, you probably have the feeling that others are controlling your life and making choices for you. While the narrator of the story is probably unknown to you, he or she represents the person controlling your life. If you feel that you are the narrator watching yourself in a story, this may indicate uncertainty about the choices you are currently making in your life. You are wanting to test them without consequence before acting on them in waking reality.

A Story
i could tell, when He walked in the door, that His day had been a rough one. He looked tired, and His face was stern....and today of all days, the kitchen was a mess, and dinner was not yet complete. He walked up slowly to me "hello slut", He said quietly as He kissed me on the forhead. "Sir, Your early...dinner is almost ready, will be on the table within 15 minutes" i answered quietly. i could tell by the look on His face, He was not happy, that dinner was not complete, and on the table for Him. "That's fine precious, take your time, please. No need to rush on My account", He stated with a sarcastic tone, and a snarl. "yes Sir, i am so sorry Sir", i stated, looking down towards the floor, i was so ashamed, i knew Master had to have His dinner on the table and the kitchen straightened up by the time He walked in the door. He was early today, but that was no excuse. i looked down at my clothes..."oh god precious" i thought "you are a sight". Well, He has already seen what i look l

The Story Behind My Dream Tattoo...
24 years ago I lost my mom to breast cancer 10 days before Christmas. Year after year I relive that tragic day. I was only 5, but the memories still stand strong. In the back of my mind all I see is the Christmas tree gleaming with lights, presents wrapped so pretty, and in the next room my mom lies in her bed fighting for her life. With every gasping breath she took I knew she was trying to tell me she loved me. A little girl with a broken heart watched 2 strange men take her mom away in a huge vehicle that looked as big as a bus to me. I didn't understand that she couldn't stay, and open presents with me. I was pulling on the stretcher yelling "don't take my mom, if she can't stay I wanna go with her." No one could explain to me that she wasn't coming back. I waited all night for her to come back, but she never came. The next time I saw her she never spoke to me, never hugged me, or even gave me kiss like she always did. All she did was lie there in silence, no movemen

A Story That Was In My Head.....
Well, one night it was nice and the weather was just perfect. You decided to go for a drive in your truck. You pull up next to a woman wearing all black sitting in a nice mustang. She is wearing a short skirt, thight highs and at the top was some lace and as you looked you could feel your manhood move and get harder with every inch of looking at this woman. You slowly move your eyes back up and see she has a plunging neckline on and it is showing her very plump breasts. You can't help but start to rub your manhood there in your jeans. You can't see the womans face and you want to so badly....so just as you get ready to day something to her....the light changes and she drives off......You decide to follow her.....She drives fast and this turns you on even more.....She finally pulls over into a parking lot and gets out.....you see she is beautiful to the point of breath taking and you want her badly! She goes into this bar and you wonder " Should I go in?" then you say to yourself " Fuck

The Story Of A Blind And A Doctor
It was the year 1952. A terrible fog hung over London. It was grey and wet. Buses and cars had to drive slowly and carefully, with their lights on and thei horns continually blowing. People hurried to their homes or waited in restaurant for the fog to lift. ......But the fog became thicker and thicker, and at last all the traffic came to a standstill. Silence filled the streets of the city. In the hall of a big hotel a French doctor was walking up and down, looking at his watch every minute or two. He had come to town in the morning and he had to be at an important conference in half an hour. The place of the meeting was quite a long way off, and he had no idea how to get there in time. No taxi, no bus and the underground railway would only take him to another foggy place where he would not find his way. The French doctor went to the door of the hotel. He could hardly see the steps leading down to the street. Then suddenly, he heard a voice beside him: " I suppose you want to go

Story
I was finally going to do it. I got online and found me a ticket for 35 dollars..round trip. I was so happy. My first time ever flying and I was going to meet my boyfriend from online for the first time. It was 11am.. and I boarded the airplane. I had butterflys in my stomach thinking of our first meeting..and of what it was going to be like flying. As it turned out.. the ride went smoothly.. was only a hour flight. As I got off the airline.. you was waiting for me with a huge smile on your face. My stomach did a flip flop. You looked so handsome standing there.. I ran the rest of the way to you. You grabbed me up in a huge bear hug..and gave me the most wonderful kiss I ever had in my life. We went to a private restauraunt.. just to get use to seeing each other in person. I was so shy.. I didn't know what to do. you reached for my hand.. and lifted it to your lips and kissed me..as you stared into my eyes. Damn, you have the most beautiful eyes. I was like in a trance..just

Storm
As I sit here, in my room, all alone I think of past loves, that I've known Like a storm it brews inside my mind The scars it leaves, the pain inside Let me tell you of the fateful storm, that led my heart to disbelieve The storm that left me afraid and scared, although it's a storm I no longer grieve It started with the clouds, that darken the sky, high about your head You think it's going to pass You think it will blow over But the intensity grows instead Lightening comes like a truth or a lie, and you know it won't stop So you start to cry You try to hide from the thunder of anger, like the wind you can feel the rage Then the rain comes down, you start to lose hope like the fog you start to fade Then all that's left is the damage it's done So in your soul, is where the wounds have begun Your life moves on when the storm is gone But your soul is still wounded inside So that's my tale, so sad but true, of why I find it so hard to believe Your

Stories Of Me
Well, alot has happened in my life that has affected me in making me who I am, trying to sum it up is kinda difficult. I will write more of different events of my past as I get time. And they will probably not be in order! Where to start...? Well, let's just say that I have had a rough time, but, I know there is many out there who have had it much worse than I. Let's start.... I was born in 1970, I was sorta sheltered from the pulp culture till I was about 14, then, I stumbled upon my first music video, Twisted sister's, we're not gonna take it. I became a metal head, I began playing guitar and writing, I got my best friend into it to. We started a band when I was 17, and I began living the life as a metal party, after I graduated in 88, I got real deep into the "party" thing, got so bad by the time I became 21, that I was waking up in strange places, and no memory of anything, it was bad. Everyday was the same, just getting wasted. It all changed in march of 2002, just

The Story Ofthe Claddagh Ring
The Story ofThe Claddagh Ring The ring, depicting two hands clutching a heart complete with crown, epitomizes the expression of lasting love and eternal friendship. The heart symbolizes Love, the hands Friendship and the crown Fidelity. The Story The romantic story of the mystical and beautiful Claddagh Ring began over 300 years ago, in the ancient fishing village of Claddagh just outside the walls of the city of Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Legend tells us a fishing boat from the village was captured by pirates and the crew taken and sold as slaves. One of the crew, Richard Joyce (who was to have been married that very week,) was sold to a Turkish Gold Smith. During his captive years never forgetting his girl back home, he made a ring of gold for her. After many years Richard eventually earned his freedom and returned to Claddagh. To his great Joy he found his girl had never given up hope of seeing him again. He gave her the ring and they were

Storms Embrace
A thirst, forged from a gentle smile, A spoken word, a single caress. Weakness rumbling from within, Waiting to feed her appetite. Droplets rein his forehead, Precursor to an impending storm. Bodies cry out, barriers succumb, A fury unleashed from dark recesses. The ambiguity of emotional turmoil, Resolved in the lucidity of lustful rage. randy_Randy

Storytime...
Gather round children, pull up a seat by the fire and get comfortable, because Uncle Scott is going to tell you a story.... Understand, this is not a happy story, and the moral it conveys may shock the sensibilities of those less steeled to the realities of our existance, but it is a story nonetheless and by definition, stories must be told... Tonight's story concerns a group of odd creatures that inhabit this planet called earth; creatures that move about us all and, often times, go unnoticed by the majority of us. There are people who talk in the little picture boxes who would tell you that these creatures are just the same as you and I, and that we are no better than they. Now, don't be fooled children, these creatures are a dangerous lot, and they lay in wait for any opportunity to perform their nefarious purposes. I speak, of course, of the Americanus Forensis Solvo Agri Nitwiticus, or North American Free Range Nitwit, thought by many to be endangered and therefore

The Story Of Cecil The Cigarette-smokin' Pup
http://fubar.com/viewimage.php?u=34933&albumid=0&i=1187461888 The Story of Cecil The Smoking Pup..... Here is the story (condensed version) of Cecil: He used to be a good dog. Fetched, begged, rolled over....the whole shebang. Until one day, he just got fed up with the whole thing. He had to go his own way. He was one of those rebellious souls who always challenged authority. "A leash? FUCK DAT!", he said one day. His high-strung, sorority-sister of an owner stood there, stunned. "But Punkin, it's Louis Vuitton.", she uttered. "Punkin?! What kinda fruity ass, pole-smokin' name is Punkin?", he shouted. "From now on, you call me by the name I was given at Uncle Bill's.....Cecil......BITCH!" A lot of the in-between details get fuzzy, but to make a long story short, we crossed paths about a few weeks ago. He was staying with this yorkie/rat terrier mix bitch up in Broad Ripple. He was down on his luck. Finding work as a struggling TV commercial actor just wasn't making en

Stories
My Witch Infinite House of Horror The Maze Island of the Damned Papa’s Girl Shoot Da Burglar…….comedy Slayer of Light Lady In Black Street Sense Spring Dream Mythical Muse Dark Enigma Snake Pit Devilish Pirate Bomb Squad Black Rose Dark Love Mistress of Sin Dark Angel Blood Stains Pentatonic Master Ravage Hero Heartless Psychopathic Lover Passion 4 You Dirty Deeds Lucidity Kiss Sexy Bitches Vampire Heart Red Beach Mistress of Death Terror Outlast Scandalous Heart Gothic Love Curiosity Kills A Gift from the Dead A Spirit of Charm Fallen Angel ©2008 Firestar

A Story Of Man And Wman
A long, long time ago all people had 4 legs and 2 heads. Then the gods threw down thunderbolts spitting everyone into two. Each half then had two legs and one head. But the seperation left both sides with a desperate urning to be reunited, because they each shared the same soul. and ever since then all people spend their lives searching for the other half of their soul. Everyone out there has someone out there that shares a part of their soul.

Story Of....
I'm going to start out a story, your comments will help continue the story. Ready to play??? Drew wanted a few things from the store, so he grabbed his wallet, jumped in his car & left his house...(next comment will continue the story)

The Story
Bare Foot Ninja Clan I have related how my mind works at times. Many of you have heard me out of the blue start chuckling, and asked me what was funny. Generally I just shake my head and say “Nothing.” Well it’s because my brain handed me some humorous tidbit. Here is one I have laughed at many times over the years. I was doing security work, (Names and places will be left out. But if you read this and know who you are, I’m not really sorry) I was teamed with a guy a few years older than me and we were making sure this particular apartment complex was secure. We hear this low voice and decide to investigate. I locate the source, a woman singing lowly to herself as she staggers along. I am slowly approaching this individual taking in everything, noting the possible placement of weapons, the apparent attitude of the individual, the whole works. I have heard my partner come up a little from behind, and glanced back to be sure it was indeed him. And I continue my slow approach. Fr

Storm By Lifehouse
How long have I been in this storm? So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form Water's getting harder to tread With these waves crashing over my head If I could just see you Everything would be all right If I'd see you This darkness would turn to light And I will walk on water And you will catch me if I fall And I will get lost into your eyes I know everything will be alright I know everything is alright I know you didn't bring me out here to drown So why am I ten feet under and upside down Barely surviving has become my purpose Because I'm so used to living underneath the surface If I could just see you Everything would be all right If i'd see you This darkness would turn to light And I will walk on water And you will catch me if I fall And I know everything will be alright I know everything will be alright

Storms
I like the sound of distant thunder as it rumbles across the earth. I love to watch the lightning as it streaks across the sky in glorious flames ripe with passion and promise. I love to stand in the sound and fury of the storm with the rain washing over my skin, bathing my body in the freshness of sweet abandon. I love the drenching wetness and the cool calm as the raindrops gather to embrace me. I love the erotic slippery slide of every drip that caresses my cheek, slipping down and down and down to pool at my feet. I love to stand with arms stretched wide, reaching for the passion of nature's release, embracing the pure raw energy that crackles in the air, filling my senses with the smell of wet earth and ozone and satisfaction.

A Story I Am Writing
The Zelkaven Sword was forged one hundred years ago. It was supposed to be a weapon to destroy the last bastion of evil, the goddess Letalia’s temple. Evil was nearly destroyed in the land and the people needed one last rallying point. And so the sword was created. The attempt to destroy evil was doomed to failure. First, the best weapon smith in the world was found and asked to create identical twin swords. Next, twin diamonds had to be found naturally born to hold the magic needed. And last, but not least, Zel Kaven, last of the master mages, was asked to imbue the swords with magic and make the two swords one. When wielded, the user was undefeatable. What no one knew was that Zel was one of the goddess’s most loyal servants. He embedded the sword with so much evil magic that the diamonds turned blood red as the swords were forged together with magic. He then cursed the sword to evil. Zel then wielded the sword himself and killed all of the others involved in the

The Storm
The Storm The roar of the thunder; The flicker of the lightning. Dark emotions put us under. Good and evil always fighting ! Light and dark! Day and night! Danger hits it's mark. Over the horizon,it shines so bright; Violent waves crash into the rocks. Hurricane's, tornadoes, Come hell or high water! Mother nature's angry with her father. Soon there will be nothing left. With violent strikes she lashes out, Feeling her, as she shifts. Showing no sign of compassion, as she shouts. She has now taken her deadly course; Winning the struggle with great force! Valarie A. Laboy aka Sapphire Jewel Copyright © 2006

Stories
I remember the stories i was told when i was small, when the princess was in trouble all she had to do was call, now that i am older i know thats not all true cause every waking moment my heart cries out to you, if you see god theres one thing you can do, tell god i would give anything for one more day with you, i would give my eyes to see you as happy as you have been, i would give my voice to tell you are my father and a friend, i would give my heart to save you cause with out you i am alone, i would give my life with out regret, if would come back home... this was wrote for my dad that died 3 yrs ago... Holley Bess

The Storm Last Night Please Say Prayers
I want to get the prayers out to my neighbors and friends that was hit by the storm yesterday Feb. 5, 2008. I want to cry at the devastation and the people that were lost. I want to sent a prayer out to families that lost everything and the ones still missing. My small town didn’t even warn the people at all and the damage was large and crossed four states. With the count at 51 deaths I hope the rise stops some of what it did around me. Can be found here and there is pictures also… http://www.kait8.com/global/Story.asp?s=7827423 Thank you for listening to my ramble Hugs and kisses to all Kymmie

The Store Is Open!!
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Stormy Premonition
It was a cloudy late afternoon, humidity rising, sweaty foreheads, and far away rumbling was heard, coming closer and closer. The sun had resigned itself to stay hidden away behind the swirling dark clouds, and fate was left to run its course, good or bad. She left me on the porch to witness mother nature. I could hear her inside the kitchen, the clinks of the metal spoon against the glass pitcher, and realized that I would soon be served a heaping glass of cold ice tea. A refreshing thought indeed, and as she opened the screen door, I noticed her fingers were wrapped firmly around the spoon, swirling the ice tea around the glass, looking at me, her smile indicative of her comforting hospitality. She had piercing brown eyes, long dark hair, and her short jean skirt made her legs seem as thought they would never end. Her pink Chicago Bears shirt with the 00 number over her chest stood out sensually with each 0 placed perfectly over each breast. The wind blew hard enough to excite

Story Of The Year- Til The Day I Die
Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you, for you Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you As years go by I race the clock with you But if you died right now You know that I'd die to I'd die too You remind me of the times When I knew who I was (I was) But still the second hand will catch us Like it always does We'll make the same mistakes I'll take the fall for you I hope you need this now Cause I know I still do Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for you Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for you Should I bite my tongue? Until blood soaks my shirt We'll never fall apart Tell me why this hurts so much My hands are at your throat And I think I hate you But still we'll say, "remember when" Just like we always do Just like we always do Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for you Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for you Y

Stormy Premonition : Part 2
Swirling winds, and hot thoughts. Danger and romance were the prevailing thoughts. The winds blew hard across our bodies, and our clothes struggled to stay on. I kissed her. She didn't want to let go. Our arms wrapped around each other, as the rumbles of thunder rang on. The streaking lightening beckoned us to do more, and we accommodated this humble request. The rain began to drench our bodies and soon her pink Bears shirt was soaked though and her breasts called up to me for attention. As the dangerous storm loomed upon us, we ignored the safety of her house, and kissed passionately, our tongues swirling in crazy chaiotic fashion. I could not resist the moment no more, and her shirt came off, and I bowed my head to suckle the sweet treat layed bare by my hands. Her nipples grew harder in my mouth, and the thunder rolled on, but I was not scared, and she succumbed to the moment, opening her body for me to explore and enjoy. She reached down to grasp my manhood, for now sh

Story Written For Me By Countrygentleman1961
The Teacher Is In (Straight) Maggie had always been on the shy side and not really the type to draw lots of attention from the guys in school. She was on the short side, only 5’ 2” and full figured, with thick hair just below her shoulders. She had dated a few guys over the years, but nothing bold or adventurous. So her knowledge of intimate activities was really limited. With the vast internet now at her finger tips, she sees all the variations and terminology. So many men coming at her from every direction with strange requests and questions. The whole idea has her overwhelmed. She was just in her mid twenties and now men of all ages, from all over the world, seemed interested in her. Then one day, she gets an email from a man about 15 years older than her, but he seems to have nothing but compliments. This is unlike the constant scary emails full of rude questions, she has come accustomed to. He even included a nice full body picture

Story Part 1
Lighting flashes in the distance casting his shadow on the stone work around him. A sound to his left brings him to attention slipping behind the a crumbleing wall where he is hidden. A woman dressed in fine silks walks to where his fire burns bright. Knealing she studies whats around her then stands turning towards him. Hunkering down even lower he watches as she walks towards his hideing place. " come out Sire for I wish to see you," she says with a cool air. After a few moments without him showing she turns away slowly unlaceing her dress. As if the wind has the same thoughts as this woman a breeze slowly helps slideing the dress away. Standing before the fire she looks over her shoulder looking at him a sly smile spreading across her lips. Standing slowly he walks to her lighting dances in the air above them. Turning to face him her voice a soft whisper "do you not find me attractive sire?" that same smile on her lips as her eyes drift up and down his body. His eyes glea

The Story Of My Life
after reading others of how they feel, i feel sorrow and laughter on some chatters. my only thing is i been through hell and highwater myself. On my 11th birthday, my real mother died in my arms. i was adopted in may 1983. i was strucked by lightning at the age of 13 i think it was the month of april. what i was told i died 3 times on the emergency table. had a 107.5 feaver and came close of dying at the age of 16. in school i was a solitare person, everyone treated me like you know what, my junior prom sucked but the best thing in high school is i met a lot of cheerleaders that were great friends. other than all the bad things i am alive and realized never take life for granted. i got married then divorced. never worked out on her part she wanted more. i never ask for more things because i know that life is hard and will get even harder. i do have a learning disability but dont judge me because i had cheated death, achieved my goals of being an automotive technition, and most of all

A Story About A Girl.
There is a girl who searches for the right path. She thinks for hours on the right steps to take and unfortunately never seems to find them. Seeing the world doubled frustrates her. She sits in a box staring at the smaller box. Wishing that the only life that mattered was the one in the smaller box, she ponders her own existance. Not happy with how she lives her life and not happy with the way she treats and considers her life, she sits in her box. The day started and she knew it was not going to be good. Awakened with the feeling of something missing. That feeling led to be the feeling of unacceptable to society. The first thing she does is go to her small box. The life inside the box thrives and she wishes if it only were reality. Leaving the box to itself, the girl begins to get ready for her day. A shower to start. As she uncovers her thick pale body, anger dwells in her stomach. The reflection that stares back at her begins to taughnt and snicker. She pulls at her skin and the e

Story Time Part 1
Hi, my name is Rafael. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m your average guy. I work out at the local gym. I play video games. I go out, and occasionally have fun. Most of the time I spend drawing my little web comic in hopes that some day it will be big. So far the reaction and popularity it garnered has been less than great. But that’s OK. I wrote the intro to show you that I’m your normal every day guy; but on to the story. I found this site called CherryTap(now called Fubar). In it you can chat with people, share photos- whatever. Kinda like Myspace. Only with boobs: most of the time they are gross old boobs that should not be exposed but some guys like that kind of thing I guess. Still I visited there. It was fun, with its internal chat system. I talked to some people on there and found some ‘interesting’ people there. But for the most part, they were duds. Nobody worth really investing my time in. Till I met her: Angelicia. See my profile had a disclaimer, if yo

Story Time Part 2
After a month or so, she slowly she started coming out of it. She started talking to her family again and even me. I was just happy to hear from her is all. More and more she stated coming out and living again. Talking to me. Still it was sporadic at best. Ang’s birthday was coming up on Valentine’s day. I was in love with this girl and she knew it. I asked for some help to send her roses but her family declined. It was ok. First I included us as a cameo in my comic for that week. Then I did two drawings for her… one was a generic birthday card… that included her and her twin sis staring each other down to see who would get to blow out the candles… and another with a very personal message from me to her. She was smitten. She loved them both… but as per usual when I called her she didn’t pick up the phone. Or return my messages. Still the next day was my birthday. Now I’m not selfish. I don’t ask for presents. I don’t want money. I just wanted people to wish me a happy birthday.

Story Of My Life
STORY OF MY LIFE WOW I READ THIS AND THOUGH YOU KNOW THIS IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE. SO I WANTED TO BLOG IT SO THAT I CAN GO BACK AND READ IT EVERY DAY. Loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life... And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again... For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person... in my opinion, some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else... Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little... As we all know that the heart is the center of the

Story I Wrote
Ok i wrote this just wanted to see what people thought I already know few of you like it *wink wink* So you'd be in your gown sitting on the edge of the table waiting the boring music playing throughout the room. You look around and pick up a random magazine to read, the room isn’t cold like you'd think but warm making it very comfortable for you to sit in your barely there gown that comes down just past your thighs.You shuffle trying to hold yourself in and begin reading a meaningless article in the magazine. You don’t really hear the footsteps or the door handle till the door is open I slowly walk inside and place my papers on the counter, it’s a little obvious I’ve had kind of a rough day my hair is half up the other half falling into my face slightly my shirt is well fitting and shows off my breast just slightly I’m wearing a skirt slightly hiked from sitting w/ my legs crossed on my previous break. I try to put the papers on the counter and a few slip out drifting to the floo

A Story
Masturbate For Me It's the height of the summer. You live in a large old farm house, which has a swimming pool in the garden. I'm currently lodging in your house whilst at uni. This is the first spell of hot weather since I moved in and both of us have our first day off work, study and me uni. In all the time I've been staying, we haven't had many dealings with each other; largely because I'm leaving when you're in and vice versa. You're sunbathing in the garden taking advantage of the glorious weather. I've decided to have a swim and sunbathe too. I'm in the pool before you've arrived home from shopping. You come into the garden in a swimsuit. This is the first time I've seen you in such attire. I knew I was in trouble. As you were getting ready, to sunbathe on the lounger, I started to get hard as a rock, from admiring your swimsuit. Unfortunately, I posses a smaller than average cock, which has always caused me a lot of embarrassment; but fortunately on this occasion I thou

A Story
What A Great Girlfriend Wow, I couldn't believe it was happening. I couldn't believe Misty had finally agreed to try it, and even put an ad on the web. I couldn't believe we were going to meet her. Hell, I couldn't believe anything at this time. Let me step back a second ... after a long time of talking to Misty about a threesome, I had finally managed to convince her to at least meet another woman. I even let her choose who she wanted to meet, so she had put an ad on the web. She didn't let me know if she had any success till a week ago, when she told me she had talked to a woman she liked, and that we would be meeting her in a week. Well tonight was the night. We walked into Margarita's, a little Mexican restaurant near my house. I had no idea who I was looking for, but we headed to the bar. Misty looked good again tonight, wearing a dressy little skirt with stocking (and I could tell a garter belt on underneath). She had a tight shirt that nicely showed off her boobs. I wa

A Story
Adjusting the water to the right temperature, I am satisfied. Pulling my shirt over my head, my hair falls languidly down my back. My hands slide down my stomach to reach the zipper of my jeans, unzipping them and sliding them over my thighs, down my legs. I step out of them and glance at myself in the mirror. I can't help but wonder what you might think if faced with the same image. My hands caress my breasts softly before reaching behind me and unclasping the bra. Letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor, my breasts swing free. Bending over, I pull down my panties, stepping out of them and letting the underwear join the bra. Looking myself over again in the mirror, I strike a few poses, pretending you're watching. Giggling at how ridiculous I am being, I decide I better get on with my shower. Stepping in, I let out and audible sigh as the warm water envelops me. It washes over my body, caressing every part of me. My fingers follow the trail of water do

Storm Of Fury Are We
Complete Darkness, Lit up in a flash. A new world is forced upon me, With a thunderous crash. A cannot take in, All this beauty at once. This electrical feeling, Crafted a genius fro this dunce. So much knowledge, And wisdom in fury. Too much, to quick, And my vision is blurry. My heart and mind, Stand to battle each other. All this confusion, Derived from the love of another. Together we sin, And stare death in the eye. In the midst of this storm, On the lightening we ride. Massive amounts of beauty, Reside in such power. The fiercest of stroms we'll be, Until our final hour! We'll uproot small flower, And topple ancient towers. The universe we'll scour- Until our final hour!

Story Iii
It wasn't until early morning that the housekeeper, announcing her find with a an ear piercing shriek, found a body- completely devoid of any signs of life and visibly disfigured- in the farthest emergency exit staircase. The woman's face still bore the grimace of uncontrollable horror, her mouth still frozen in a scream, and something unknown but positively terrifying forever imprinted in her corneas. No one but the yellow striped walls and low hanging antique chandeliers would ever know what happened to this poor soul.

A Story For Alyssa & Asia
The Magic Butterfly by Crazydave Flying high in the sky, without a care in the world, Janet the magical butterfly soared up and down. Looking and hoping for someone to play with. Up and down, round and round she flew, looking into all the gardens as she flew. Then out in front of her she saw Alysaa and Asia playing in their back garden. Swooping down she landed on the rose bush at the back of the garden. "Hello Alysaa and Asia", she said, "Do you fancy playing a game with me?" "Who said that?" wondered Asia Alysaa just looked puzzled, as she heard the voice as well. "It's me I'm Janet, down on the rose bush at the bottom of the garden. Both Girls looked at each other and ran the whole length of the garden, stopping smartly beside the roses. "Hello" said the Girls excitedly, "We didn't know butterflies could talk and how did you know our names". By now the Girls were giggling away to themselves. "I'm a magical butterfly, who goes around to play with chil

Story #1 (03-09-08)
WALKING STRAIGHT UP TO HIM,...MY PUSSYS WET I NEED YOU TO EAT ME NOW!..WHAT HE SAID?YOU HEARD ME,HE ARD ME,GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND BURY THAT LONG THICK M.F TONGUNGE DEEP AND DONT STOP UNTIL I TELL YOU!...YES MISTRESS,....MMMM HIS TONGUE PUSHES DEEP INSIDE ME,..LICKING MY CLIT O FUCK !!I LAY BACK ON THE BED PLACING MY LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS,HES SUCKING AND MAKING MY CLIT SWELL....IM BREATHING HARDER N HARDER....MOANING FUCK O FUCK....NOW FUCK ME!!!I TELL HIM ,..WOULD YOU LIKE A GIFT FOR EATTING ME SO FUCKING GOOD?,....O PLZZZZ HE SAYS..YOU MAY PUT ONE INCH INSIDE....HE KNOWS WHAT I MEAN....HE KNOWS HE GETS TO ENTER THE WALLS OF HIS MISTRESS ASSHOLE,...IT EXCITES HIMS SO MUCH I ALREADY SEE PRECUM LEAKING FROM THE HEAD OF HIS COCK,....I BEND OVER......RUBB MY ASS,...MY MILKY WHITE ASS,...

Story #2 (03-09-08)
HER PUSSY HOT SHE RAN HER FINGERS OVER HIS LIPS.HE HAD PASSED OUT SO SHE COULD AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO HIM THAT NIGHT AND HE NEVER KNOW IT...LOOKING AT HIM SHE SOFTLLY SLID HER FINGERS DOWN HIS BELLY ,WORKING HER WAY DOWN TO HIS LARRGE COCK THAT HER PUSSY WAS WET FOR...SHE SMILED SO EVIL..LICK,SUCK,LICK,LIKE A SMALL KITTY DRINKING HER MILK FOR ITS FIRST TIME......AFTER ALL...SHE WAS A VIRGIN....WITH HER SOFT FINGERS SHE STROKES DOWNWARD HIS COCK AS SHES ROLLING HER TONGUE AROUND THE HEAD OF HIS COCK...MMMM HER PUSSY BEGINS TO DRIP HER JUICE ES ON THE INSIDE OF MILKY WHITE THIGHS....SHE REACHES DOWN,RUNNING HER FINGERS INTO IT THEN TASTE IT.....MMMM...IT GIVES HER SUCH A RUSH SHE PUSHES HER MOUTH DOWN ONTO HIM...HE MOVES SLIGHTLY...THEN FINALLY BACK ASLEEP SHE CAN NOT CONTROL HERSELF ANYMOER CRAWLS UP ON THAT BIG M.F COCK ,...HE AWAKENS,...AND OMG....FUCKS ME TO DEATH!!!!!

A Story
A man went on a journey he began his journey on a road he had traveled before in time as his path became long he came into new beginnings the straight path he had began now split two ways he choose the left path though inside he knew to turn right. As he continued on he entered into deep wilderness from the trees voices whispered to him beckoning him on producing lies he believed them and went on. In time the man lost his way forgot who he was where he was and where he was supposed to go. JSDEUEL Copyright 2008

Story Of The Dreamcatcher-lakota Tradition
Long ago when the world was young, an old Lakota spiritual leader was on a high mountain and had a vision. In his vision, Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom, appeared in the form of a spider. Iktomi spoke to him in a sacred language that only the spiritual leaders of the Lakota could understand. As he spoke Iktomi, the spider, took the elder's willow hoop which had feathers, horse hair, beads and offerings on it and began to spin a web. He spoke to the elder about the cycles of life ... and how we begin our lives as infants and we move on to childhood, and then to adulthood. Finally, we go to old age where we must be taken care of as infants, completing the cycle. "But," Iktomi said as he continued to spin his web, "in each time of life there are many forces -- some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But if you listen to the bad forces, they will hurt you and steer you in the wrong directio

Stories Intro - Added New Blog: Stories
So from time to time, I like to write some "mini crotch novels" both for my own fun and sharing with others. Kinda my way to think and dream about acting out my fantasies when I can't find anyone to act them out with me =) Anyhoo, this 'stories' blog will be my spot to post my writings. They will be NSFW, so keep that in mind as you read them. Hopefully they get you as hot reading them as they did me writing them. bon apetite!

1000+ Stores In Your Own Mall! Free
Hello , You’re looking for a business opportunity. I’m so glad because it means you want to change your life. I’m sure you already know how important it is to find that right opportunity. When I started looking for a business I knew that 97% of people who try to find financial freedom through a home-based business fail so I knew whatever I chose had to be different! There were certain "Givens." It had to be FREE so every person who wanted to change their lives would have a chance. It had to be simple. It had to take away all the “business games” that kept most people from succeeding in a home-based business. The "Givens" were answered when I found MY POWER MALL! I’m not going to take time to explain it because MY POWER MALL has created some powerful movies and a great website that will do just that. I will tell you it is totally new, totally FREE, very simple, and can be done in conjunction with anything else you are doing to generate financial freedom. You could easily

The Story Of 2 Loving Souls
No one can deny our love. Our two souls wandered the earth, searching for each other; Never realizing how close we were. We grew up in the same neighborhood, yet our paths never crossed. Then came Myspace. Both of us were immensely curious. The attraction was so obvious; the friendly flirting, the "what if's", the compliments... We became acquantences over the net. We devoloped a simple friendship. Every so often, we'd ping each other to see how we are doing; the friendly hellos, the how's life......Then a few years later, we met. When you walked through that door, I knew instantly I loved you and it scared me. I could not absorb these feelings quick enough; I was so overwhelming yet I wanted MORE. You sat down, showed me your toes (HEHE), and started to focus on my dog. We were so nervous...I felt like a kid again. I served you dinner. We ate and drank some wine. As we conversed, all I could think about was if I'd see you again. You haven't been in my house for more

Story I Made About Rs Part 1
One day a I was making laws in to Dranor when a good friend Drizzts privet messaged me. Drizzts said there have been reports of a mad hacker riping people to shreds and he backed every thing he stole up on a 10 teribyte hard drive. Drizzts said there is a reward for the person who can slay him. But how do you think I could kill him? I mean if he is a hacker how can some one who is only level 104 like me kill him? I said. Well he said I don't mind meeting up with you and we can get some gear and find out more on whats happening meet me in Fally. So I grabbed my runes and rushed teliported to fally. When I got there I could see drizzts he ran to me form the west bank but there were so many people running around screaming about hackers are coming!. I hear there are the hackers coming form the north form the wildy yelled drizzts. Shouldn't we get out of here then I asked. Drizzts being as fearless as he is said no way!!! we are gonna stand there on the b

Story: Meeting
As we had planned you arrived at the hotel around 6:30 p.m.. When I heard the knock at the door, my heart raced and my mouth went dry. After months of chatting , I was about to see you for the first time. I opened the door and saw that wonderful smile, then invited you in. You were appraising the place looking for signs of what I was like. We hugged and kissed, a slow probing kiss each exploring the other, our hands contouring each others bodies. It was a kiss of greeting, at last. As we parted we both looked into each others eyes and smiled, knowing that tonight would end in a glorious sexual romp. We had decided that you would come to me so we wouldn't get lost from one another and all we had to worry about was finding the restaurant. I grabbed the keys to the car and followed you out the door admiring your backside. You turned and caught me. I smiled a sheepish smile and you laughed. The evening was off to a good start. The drive was very uneventful, just conversation abo

Story: Elevator
It's 6:00pm, your tired and frustrated and extremely stressed out. the day has been long and not easy and here you are staring at a sign on the outside of the elevator door saying, "Out of order, use the stairs." Yeah, right you think, 18 floors down, that will only take a couple of hours! Someone passes behind you heading down the hallway. You turn and look. He looks like he is leaving but the stairs are in the other direction. "Hey, where are you headed?!" He turns and looks at you with the most incredible blue eye's, "The service elevator, I can think of lot's better ways to get a workout then stairs in a suit and loafers!" You ask if you can tag along and he smiles and tells you to c'mon. You follow him down the hall and stop at a set of double doors marked custodial. He pulls a pass card, slips it in the access slot and opens the door. While waiting for the elevator to arrive you look him over and drink him in. He is just shy of six feet with brown hair. He's wearing a black leath

The Story Of The Resurrection
Matthew 28 1: Now after the sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the sepulchre. 2: And behold, there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone, and sat upon it. 3: His appearance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow. 4: And for fear of him the guards trembled and became like dead men. 5: But the angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid; for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. 6: He is not here; for he has risen, as he said. Come, see the place where he lay. 7: Then go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead, and behold, he is going before you to Galilee; there you will see him. Lo, I have told you." 8: So they departed quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Mark 16 1: And when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, bought spi

Storms
Storms Shackled, tied Leather embraced, Freedom of movement Bound. My canopy is shut With “G’ suit tightly strapped, Soon the jet screams Allows me to pierce the sky Soft whimper Eyes pleading, Muscles stretched Ability to touch constrained. Clouds envelop my Mind with rapidity, Turbulence rocks My very essence in violent loops Intense gravity Every orifice stretched, Wetness Pouring down legs. Taken violently With pain come shudders, Yet each tear Frames a silent smile. When bound Willingly, and Bound by choice. Can there be greater freedom? Fly free, Embracing the storm. Physical constraints Accenting total freedom, Choice Poet

Story Of Us.
In the movie of our life, starring you and me. Hollywood is in for a treat, wait until they see. The stage is all ours, so let's put on a good show. We act these roles so well, but they will never know. Shakespeare seems out of date, Romeo and Juliet got old. Baby they have nothing on us, so let our story be told. We write romance scenes, like forever had no end. It all comes so natural, with an amazing boyfriend. We've only gotten started, the end is far from now. Nothing can break us up, not even a broken vow. People watch the notebook, is that all Hollywood's got? Boy, you and me alone, make those scenes look hot. They'll write a story one day, and a movie to go with it. Just get us to act it out, It would be the greatest hit. We may never be Hollywood's hottest, Brad and Angelina will be in the past. It will last as long as their careers, but baby you and I will forever last.

Stories And Chapters
Stories and Chapters ~ There are stories we write on our page that tell much of our life at each age Some stories we never want to end like saying goodbye to a dear friend ! Falling down that train of thought forgetting all the trouble I bought still wanting just to hold her hand remembering all the dreams we planned ~ Hurting from self inflicted wounds unable to forgive myself on grounds unwilling to forget special feelings yet trapped by reality's ceilings ~ Let this be the end of my madness Let me overcome this deep sadness Remember there was love that was shared remember that it was an us that cared ~ For in the last chapter, the story must end the final page turned for life to again begin a treasured book lovingly filed away yet though I know there's more to say

Storms Bring Out The Eagles But The Little Birds Take Cover
When the "storms of life" gather darkly ahead, I think of these wonderful words I once read And I say to myself as "threatening clouds" hover Don't "fold up your wings" and "run for cover" But like the eagle "spread wide your wings" and "soar far above" the troubles life brings, For the eagle knows that the higher he flies The more tranquil and brighter become the skies... And there is nothing in life GOD ever asks us to bear That we can't soar above "ON THE WINGS OF PRAYER" And in looking back over the "storm you passed through" You'll find you gained strength and new courage, too, For in facing "life's storms" with an EAGLES WINGS You can fly far above earth's small, petty things.. (Helen Steiner Rice) ~...they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles...~ Isaiah 40:31

A Story Of My Life Be Told>
A loss of life that has been unfold..> Many a days have flew by .. As well as many, a many a lonley night, when I did cry...> Wanting you beside me there and wishing you,d let me really care ..> Showing my love and passion too. Holding you very near .. I think of a lost lot of years ..> When I should of had a great life and been happy lots of a times..> But life takes it,s toll and we hold fast to carry on...> Troubles we have to live thru and hearts get very broken and lingers the pain on and on.. We shatter to small pieces and some arent very resiliant to recover as do others.. > Yet we are delt sorrows and shame .. As we try to endure the pain ..> Life is so profound and I find now, it is totally insane ... To try to hold on to a man ..That seems not to understand Whats in my heart and that Id give all to him and for him ..> He seems to just play about and not really care what and has great doubt . Thinks I kicked him to a curb , when I my sel

The Story Of David.
There was a Child born and he was named David. I am pretty sure that is middle name is Herbert. So David Herbert was born kinda skinny and long. And he kept on growing and growing. He loved being the tallest kid in his class so he ate almost all of his vegitables. David Herbert didn't care for squash tho because it sounded small. One day he met another boy in his class who was his exact same height and it pissed him off. So he started making his hair sticky uppy so that he would always be tallest. And thats how he's done it ever since.

The Story
She was standing there again. I get up, looking out of my bathroomwindow and I see the woman standing there. She's too far away to recognize, but I know it's her. I feel it. Since I've got nothing else to do, I decide to check her out. Take a closer look. So I get dressed and leave, if I'm wrong I can also go to the baker's shop. When I close my front door I put my scarf up a little, trying to protect myself from the cold. I walk around the corner and I'm disappointed when I see she's not there anymore. The tree she was under is now deserted. There's noone around. Was it my imagination? I decide to continue my walk, lost in thoughts. "Don't you know me anymore?" This voice... it's her. For a second I think about running away, but my legs fail. I turn around. "Jane?" Did I say this out loud? Cause I question the strength of my voice, I have a feeling this is only a dream. "Were you following me the last few days? How did you find me?" "Yes, it was me. Do you know what we swore y

Story Time......
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Story Time.............
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The Story Of A Sinner And A Savior
Who is he to do these things? a monster? has satan taken over him? what has he become? she was a new light in his life, a reason to live, yet he still finds himself pondering the thought of suicide, that thought caused by her, what does he do? the things he has made her watch, the ugly things that hes done. she deserves more than him, better than him. she deserves the best, because she is the best. she saved his life and never even knew it. the thought of her saved him, it stopped him from finishing the job. for years he has thought of this, thought of killing himself, but for years, he couldnt do the job, he couldnt strike that final blow on himself, the thought of death was too much. but that would all come to an end... the day she left him, tore his soul, and lied with another man, that was the day hed feel deadly, and not long after, he would stare into the abyss wondering... what is life without her? in this bitter torment he would lose sight of what mattered most, he would no

A Story I Wrote Nsfw
She was sweaty and breathing heavily. Darilyn had forgotten how taxing the five and a half mile hike could be when carrying eighty pounds of camping gear. Only a half mile more and it would all be worth it. The anger was almost worked out of her system. ALMOST. She still couldn’t believe the events of the day. She had known that Ted would be hurt and upset when she broke off their two year engagement. What she still couldn’t digest is the anger that Ted had unleashed upon her and her belongings. He knew that the relationship was quickly deteriorating and that it was both of their faults. She had simply stated the facts and suggested the go ahead and cut their losses and move forward. The reaction was still playing in her mind. “You have 2 hours to get out!” he had screamed and started throwing her things out of the bedroom window onto the front lawn. He had punched a hole into the wall next to the window. Darilyn had run to the closet and grabbed her camping gear and rushed out the doo

The Storm
The Rain is falling, I can hear you calling. I can hear the thunder, covering up the sound of my heart breaking, I am aching. The storm like the war I see the lightening as a knife rips through my heart, you tore it all apart. My world is torn sometimes i wished i wasn't born. Every mile Every smile was it all worthwhile. Every trial I can not mend So this must be the end. The storm I can't see the signs or even the sunshine. You close the door and I hit the floor can't take anymore. When will the storm ever end?

Storm
Its raining and theres thunder. I like storms, but I would fuckin hate it if my power went out at work again at 2 am. Nothin like sittin at the front desk of a hotel in the dark with creepy back up lites in the hallways for extra murderish ambiance.

Stormy Nights
Stormy Nights You stand at the window and watch the sights, Of the raw power released on this Stormy Night, Lighting flashes, filling the sky with fire, This display of power awakes in you a desire. The thunder rolls, feeling it deep inside of you, The vibrations adding to the tingling deep in you, As you watch this awesome power display, Your hand wanders to your nipple, starting to play. As the lighting streaks across the night sky, Your nipples hardens as you let out a sigh, Slowly unbuttoning your shirt, letting it fall to the floor, Knowing anyone could see, but you don't care anymore. Your hand lightly caresses your soft skin, There is no stopping what the storm did begin, Goose bumps rising as you feel the ache, Watching all that power, your legs begin to shake. Your fingers pinch your nipples tight, The desires you can no longer fight, Pulling, squeezing, needing the touch, Enjoying the pleasure of it oh so much. Watching as a flash of lightin

Stormy Nights
You stand at the window and watch the sights, Of the raw power released on this Stormy Night, Lighting flashes, filling the sky with fire, This display of power awakes in you a desire. The thunder rolls, feeling it deep inside of you, The vibrations adding to the tingling deep in you, As you watch this awesome power display, Your hand wanders to your nipple, starting to play. As the lighting streaks across the night sky, Your nipples hardens as you let out a sigh, Slowly unbuttoning your shirt, letting it fall to the floor, Knowing anyone could see, but you don't care anymore. Your hand lightly caresses your soft skin, There is no stopping what the storm did begin, Goose bumps rising as you feel the ache, Watching all that power, your legs begin to shake. Your fingers pinch your nipples tight, The desires you can no longer fight, Pulling, squeezing, needing the touch, Enjoying the pleasure of it oh so much. Watching as a flash of lighting strikes the groun

The Storm Within My Soul
I am at a turning point in my life... I struggle to make sense of it all. People come into my life and it feels as though they leave it just as quickly. Some leave for mutual reasons, some with out explaination or understanding. I realize that this life is full of many things and there is more drama than there used to be;partially due to this amazing thing we call the internet. In just a click of the mouse relationships are created and just as easily deleted... The thing that we can not delete so easily is the impact that each of these brief interludes leaves on us. Each person that we come into contact with leaves an imprint on our souls. For some the imprint is deep, burning to the very core we call a soul. Others there is a brief cursory marking that the consiousness barely recognizes. It is the unknowing that makes this the hardest. Wondering if my imprint on others is as life altering as some have been on mine. If I love you, you will know it, I am not afraid to share

Story Writings
As the Sky Darkened, the stench of carrion arose to my nostrils. I stood ready for battle, with shot nerves, for lying there next to me was the corpse of my dear friend. As I stood, waiting for the command, my heart began to race, beads of sweat rolled down my face. Thats when I heard those words, "TO ARMS, TO ARMS!" The bone chilling cry of our captain. I charged into battle, sword and shield in my hands. All around axes and swords drawn and biting into the flesh of my brothers at arms. I felt helpless to save those not yet weened from their mother's love. The battle raged on, I felt the cold steel against my flesh, but nothing as cold as the wind blowing deep inside my ferocious wound. I fought on, my world began to blur, but I fought on never stopping. Now the sky began to grow black, to where no one could see. I had found one last enemy, I raised my sword with what was left of my mighty strength...and...then... "Those who fight for honors of others die in vai

Story Writings
As BeAstric entered the Forest of Guiding Truth he heard a voice call to him. "Love...is that what you seek?" From behind a tree a strange shadow loomed over the ground. "I am the Shadow of Truth, and if the truth about love is what you seek then you are heading towards your own death. Turn back now, no man is to ever find the truth about love nor will they ever." Shaken by these words BeAstric passed the shadow with no regrets nor heeding it's words. Days turned to nights, nights turned to days and soon to weeks. Wandering the forest BeAstric did not know what he was looking for, but only what he wanted to find. Soon BeAstric found himself lost within his own thoughts wondering where he had gone wrong in his life. All he ever wanted was to find his true love to find true happiness. In his eyes he believed only a few females could be those people, Shadowar, Vampeka (who he truly loved at a time, soon became only a memory), and now Torchoga. He had a life of happiness plan

Story Writings
As he entered the hallowed corridor of his father's castle, BeAstric was unsure of what he might find. He traveled the galaxies looking for The Beast of Truth and fought his inner demons. Still torn inside trying to find his true calling his one true love, BeAstric walked to a throne that someday would be his. The very sound of his footsteps echoed to a place not even he knew of. As he drew closer to the throne of his father he could hear a voice speak to him. This childish raspy voice called for him, but not for help, not in desperation, but merely as in inquiry. "What are you fighting for young master?" Asked the unseen shadow, "What do you ultimately desire in your quest my Lord?" BeAstric had no idea who this shadowed voice could be but he was compelled to answer, "For my true happiness, the one I could someday call my queen, my heart and soul, my diamond in the rough... my true love." As his voice trailed of the voice spoke again, "I see my young master, so you fight yo

A Story From My Youth
It was 1997. My Brother Joaquin & I were pretending to be in a band with Lori--my other brother Joseph's live in girlfriend. we were originally known as "Kitty Porn" but over those 2 weeks we recorded 30 or 40 "songs" we became "Kiddie Porn." outta sheer boredom we started this "band". made up only of a drum machine,maracas,a guitar that none of us knew how to play,silly lyrics & annoying voices. we sang songs about people we knew & did not know,candy,cats, milk!, & whatever else we came up with right on the spot. we basically decided what the words to the song would be,press "record" on my little tape recorder & chant them over & over until we decided that the "song" was over. we surprisingly came up with some good shit considering we couldn't play a note & we were just fucking around! but that's not really what this story is about. this is about how we tried to get our friend len to join in on the action. he worked at McDonald's that fall & had a really bad habit of talking with a re

A Story For You To Enjoy
He spotted her from across the room, her smile caught his eye. She was dressed in jeans and a tank top, nothing flashy, but he could not take his eyes from her. She caught him staring and when she only smiled, he walked over. He introduced himself and she said she was Sheri. They struck up a conversation that began with him getting caught staring, and it was hours later when she told Jack she had to leave. He walked her to her car, and just before she slipped away Jack asked for a ride. In truth his car was not there because he lived down the block, but he had her drive around until he pretended to be lost. When she pulled over he pulled her to him and kissed her softly yet firmly on the lips. She was surprised, but offered no resistance as his hands swept over her body, stopping on her breasts. She knew he could feel the nipples harden through the material of her bra, and that added to her excitement. It took everything she had to push his lips and hands away, she got out of the

The Storm
A tear in the fabric of reality An illusion or the truth? The ashes of your awakening Delusions of your youth. The dreams you once had Have become warped and twisted. Refrain from the thoughts you have Tremble on what once existed. Slip away from your morality As your essence becomes frayed Lose the battle against insanity These skies are turning grey. Fall back into the dust As your vision becomes obscured Scream into the face of lust Stand where death once lured. A taste for vengeance The seed of your betrayal Losing grip as my head spins Seeking truth but lies prevail. Fading into the darkness What once was can never be You're living off my weakness Captivity will never set me free. I am not meant to be here When will you let me go? My face is tainted by tears Feelings will never be shown. Slap on that smile Again, another day I'm living in denial Because there's no sun after the rain.

The Stories Have Been Selected
The four stories that will be included in volume one of Adult Bedtime Stories CD have been decided. You can see the titles and their descriptions on page two of my web site. Click the link at the bottom of the first page that shows descriptions of the stories and you will see them. And for all those who have especially requested SATURDAY NIGHT, the decision has been made to include it on volume one. Check out the site here http://adultbedtimestories.tripod.com 36d hugs, ms. cleavage

The Storm Before The Calm
The silence of thunder, the darkness of lightening, Her mystery, her intrigue ... oh-h-h so inviting. Standing finally before you she looks into your eyes silver-blue, Searching on a journey to find all that is true. She knows without a doubt with only a mere glance, But chooses to look deeper and deeper ... ... taking her time ... ... so as to leave nothing to chance. Her fingers slowly caress your jaw along it's strong outline, She sighs ... ... her rythmatic breathing slows ... ... her body pressing up against yours so fine. Every inch of both bodies awakes a birth new, Oh baby, this is us ... this is me ... this is you.

Stormy Weather :(
So, It was super nice outside today in the good old state of Kansas. Which of course was a sign that trouble was to come. Weve been in a Tornado watch for the last 8 hours, and its been raining its ass off for a while....We just got the sirens so we had to take action. Thankfully it wasnt anything to worry about! Thats Kansas for ya!

Story Unknown - Back In 2005
There's a story to tell here but if it could be so Please, would you would keep this "down low" There once was a boy who stole my heart promise not to break it or tear it apart I was gentle and kind to this boy I knew I gave him everything that I knew how to Which was only the love and affection that my heart could bring Only to you, my attention was driven Our lives together went as I hoped I thought nothing could ruin this Our relationship…was pretty "dope" Then it happened my worst nightmare had come true you thought I would cheat cheat on you! I wouldn't dare do such a thing I gave you my heart you told me yourself you wouldn't dare tear it apart My fears are coming true you have broken me down All I can do is cry You only frown Your negative energy has finally met my core there's nothing left for me anymore Once again in this tragic ending Fate is the only survivor with the broken hearts still mending This fairytale is no

Storm Riders
ghost riders by latenitefantasy© rain found the storm stolen was its lightning bolt thunder rode it home He is an oasis of dripping fullness hypnotically suspending her in fluid momentum. Her cleaving contours lost in slippery slopes of unaware, as she hums primal rhythms , jarring her lava lamp heat in swells of his steamy sauna. Love is prolonged in spouts of bliss. Dawn drowns a milky haze , wellspring swallowed.

A Story I Wrote A Few Years Ago.
The Silent Encounter. Written by : Louise Depot She had never met this man anywhere before in person, yet she was so intrigued by this man. She became familiar with him through a chat room, online. They chatted on a nightly basis for several months and even became cyber intamate. Although she knew this man was married but seperated, she just could not help herself with this man Each time they would chat, she grew more and more intrigued by him. She wanted to know more and more about him. He seemed so lost in a world of his own. She wanted to save him from all the pain and sorrow he was going through with the seperation of him and his wife. She wanted to make a difference in his life.She chatted with a few men online and yet there were none that could even come close to touching her the way this man did. He made her feel somthing she had never felt about herself before. She was afraid of the feelings that were growing inside and even feeling silly for having these feelings.

A Story I Wrote For A Friend
A rape story There was this girl named Chrissy she lived by herself in a nice house that she bought. Chrissy is a sweet person and tries to be friends with everyone. One night Chrissy comes home to find 4 guys in her home she asked them what they were doing in her house. They told her that they wanted her so that they could fuck the shit out of her. She told them that they were not going to fuck her and if they did not leave she would call the cops. They told her that she would not make it to the phone before they got a hold of her. She tired to get to the phone but the guys were right she did not get even close to the phone before one guy got to her and pulled her to the bedroom. Chrissy is only 5’ 2” the 4 guys were all 6’ or over and very muscular. So they had no problem handing Chrissy. She told them no that she did not want this. She asked them no to do this. She told them if they did not rape her they could take anything they wanted in her house. They said that

The Story Lives On (abuse)
SO THE FIFTEEN YEAR OLD MADE HER WAY AS A CARHOP,JOIN THE BAND,AND PAID FOR HER OWN FLUTE.MEANWHILE DISLIKING ANY MALE THAN TALKED TO HER BUT,ONE DAY,A 19 YEAR OLD SOLDIER,TOLD HER SHE HAD BEAUTIFUL EYES,AND WOULD SHE LIKE TO GO TO THE MOVIES.SHE WAS JUST REACHING THE AGE,THAT MOST GIRLS WAS GOO GOO OVERS BOYS,BUT,SHE ALREADY NEW WHAT BOYS WANTED.BUT,SHE AGREED TO A MOVIE IF HIS MOM WOULD COME.AND SHE DID AND EVERYTHING WAS OK.THAT WENT ON FOR ABOUT 4 MONTHS,AND ONE NIGHT HE ASKED HER TO BE THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILDREN,WOW WHAT A PERPOSAL.SO LIVING WITH HER SISTER AFTER HER MOTHER TRYING TO SCALD HER WITH BOILING HOT WATER.THEY WENT AND TALKED TO HER,BUT THE PERMISSION HAD TO COME FROM,YEP YOU GUESS IT THE WICKED MOTHER.COME FIND OUT SHE WANTED HER TO COME BACK,HER WELFARE CHECKS WAS GOING TO BE STOP IF SHE DIDNT.THEN THESE WORDS WAS SPOKEN." TO HAVE MY DAUGTER IT WILL COST YOU" I WONDER HOW THAT LITTLE GIRL FELT AT THAT TIME.HEARING HER MOM FOR THE SECOND TIME PUT A PRICE ON HER.WEL

Story
Erica and I had just gotten home from the club and were beat. Our Friday nights usually went on and on at the clubs. Most of the time spent dancing and drinking. Erica turned to me and said she was going to take a shower before we headed off to bed. I grinned inside, made up some lame line about being hungry, and was going to make something to eat. She nodded at me and stripped bare as she walked to the bathroom, tossing her clothes onto the floor. "Damn she's got a hot body!" I thought to myself. I waited for a few minutes, to try and make her believe that I really was getting something to eat. I frequently hopped in the shower with her and she's hardly ever surprised. I quietly stripped down in the kitchen and snuck into the bathroom. The tiny bathroom was filled with steam and the scent of her soap. I could feel myself grow hard as I crept up to the bathtub. I slowly pulled the shower curtain aside and there she was. Her back was to me, the water and soap blending and cascading down

A Story Of A Girl
May 10, 2008 A girl around the age of 18, her brunette hair dangling in her face, tears streaming out of her eyes. She has been waiting for so long for him to come back into her life. The love of her life, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. All of that is gone now, she is all alone in this world once again. In her heart she knows she will never find anyone quite like him. Her heart is breaking, her world is falling apart and she has no one to turn to, nobody knows how she is feeling. Dying inside, knowing she will never be the same. Days pass turning into weeks and then into months. she is still the same girl but no one would have guessed. A smile hides more pain than anybody can imagine. She may seem look like everything is alright but looks aren't everything. to tell the truth she is actually crying, dying to have him back in her life. She can't seem to get him out of her mind. There's a hole in her heart where his love used to belong. All she wants in the w

The Story I Can Tell
Why is it you don't want me. but no one else can have me? Why do you pull at my heart strings, when you see the pain it brings? Why must you say cruel words, do you think otherwise you would not be heard? Every time you curse me it leaves a mark, like a thousand lashes of a whip across my heart. Do you think by putting me down, that you make me wanna keep you around? Your words are sharp like a blade tip, I do nothing to you, yet you still just trip. Nothing do you grant me, my friends are all gone, I can't see my family. I can't have a computer, or a phone, I can't even have keys to my own home. So I am just a prisoner in my love for you, and you are the guard and punisher too. At least I know as I sit in my private hell, I can help others get out because of the story I can tell. (c)MadCurves © Copyright 2008

Stormy Passion
Stormy Passions by LateNiteFantasy© Thunder rumbles in the distance Lightening crashes brightening the room Reflecting, revealing and shadowing Creamy voluptuousness, fiery strands of silk Wild winds rattle the windowpanes Tumultuous breezes race inside To wantonly caress fragrant flesh Swallowing your breath as you exhale Tasting sweet heat upon your lips Fingertips exploring, finding hidden treasures Striving to control the storm building within Arousing passions slowly, gently Lips traveling, thirsting for your nectar Pacing my seduction with the storm growing without Rain’s bouquet infiltrates the room, As tongue discovers your moistness Drinking deeply from the red rose Between gleaming satin limbs Allowing your essence to quench my craving Holding tight as storms explode Without and within……

Storms Hit Austin Hard...
I was at work... The glass leaked on the entire East side of building. We parked our hotline center on hold and quickly salvage our computers out of the flooding waters and I, having my camera, went around and took pics for proof of damages. Wow! What a workout tonight. I don't think our AC is back on, but our power is back on and we are into business once again. I think I had my exercise for the entire week ahead... I am just hoping that my home is okay. I'll get to process the damage there when I get off in the morning. I haven't gone outside yet to access the damage to my truck; hopefully, it's not much, if any.... *sigh* *sigh* 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 .... *sigh* At least it is all over now... until another storm approaches...

Story Of My Life...part 2
Again, where to begin with all this. Its is so closely approching my anniversery date. I just can't believe it. About ten years ago at this time I finally started sucking up my pride and had my father take me to a doctor for the pains I was having. They ruled out my appendix and gallbladder as causes of my pain. And see yet again at that point when they had no answers I thought this was all in my head. But the pain got worse as the tumor decided to grow bigger pushing stuff out of the way. My mom took me back to the ER a few days later cuz she couldn't stand to see me in pain. This time they did and ultrasound higher up on my stomach and found a mass on my one overy. I remember sitting in the waiting room to get the test done, and all the people walking by and looking at me in the wheelchair. It was then I knew it was cancer. I knew before they cut me open what it was. But then again, I just know things. Funny how that is right. So I got sent to go see Dr. Farly who assur

Story Made Me Stop Breathing.....
So I'm at my one boss's house last night uploading music to her mp3 player and uploading pics to myspace for her.....and she starts to tell me this story about my other boss. the story starts out like this.....did u hear char's workout story? and i say no i haven't, what happened???? well my boss says try to contain urself so i can tell you......well that was the magic words......the laughter began....she's like why are you laughing i haven't told you yet....i replied with u said to contain myself, which means its gonna be good......shes like ok listen.....char comes to work after going to the gym....and she tells me this story.....i was on the treadmill....i was hustling trying to get the last 15 mins of cardio in....I'm just a movin along.....and i dropped my ipod.....i let go of the treadmill bars....(I'm hysterical at this point in the story, cuz I'm already picturing the next events) ....i reached down to get my ipod and the treadmill is still going....my feet go one way and the r

Storms
I sit here all alone in the darkness left by the storm.My heart pounds louder than the thunder , it drowns out the thunder. with each flash of lightning i see your face appear before me a smile appears on my face. as the wind blows i hear you whispers in my ear ,my heart pounds harder , it feels as if its gonna jump out my chest . as the storm begins to whither im left with the wonder of your beauty and the sweet whispers of your voices ,as it quites and the power returns i look around hoping to see you there but im left wondering am i crazy or am i caught in the fantasy of my love bein my arms. my head hangs low an a tear rolls down my cheek as reality tells me it was just my mind , playin tricks on me that my dreams have not yet go true . im left in a sweat with the thoughts of my love and things to come . all i know is one day soon we will hold each other and share the sweet surender of our bodies and souls . til then my dream will have

Story Of My Life 3
Story of my Life part 3 Current mood: angry Category: Life Well one year ago today they gutted me and ripped out part of my insides. And then they took those parts they ripped out and sent to a few diffrent places to get tested to find out what the fuck it was they just ripped out of this 19 year old girl. I don't remember much of my surgery that day. Morphine was my best friend that day. I remember how nervous I was that morning, how I got no sleep the night before. The 6 days I spent in the hospital are kinda blur to me right now even. I know my friends and family were there, and how much I apprciated having them there for me. I think that day we kinda new that it was cancer. They hinted around to it a bit, but didn't say yes or no. I remember coming out of recovery and Dr Farley telling me what they took out of me (the overy, tube and some odds and ends). I remember my staples popping and them having to stitch me up. It just makes me think. I can't believe how quickl

The Story Behind It....
Ok well here goes... To all of you that know me, and even those that don't... its pretty obvious that horror is a huge part of my life. I got asked to do a shoot for a magazine add that would be in 3 - 4 natinal horror mags. I get there with my best friend ( who absolutely hates horror shit, btw) only to be told.. well your friend is skinny and she seems more into this stuff than you, so we wanna use her. And being the great friend that she is, she said .."omg...fame? of couse ill do it!" ...bitch... SO nows she their spokes girl or whatever, and ive said fuck you to all those involved. But the point os this is, i have arrangements to do an insanely brutal, bloody, sexy shoot. Cus i wanna make thier add look like shit, and show them all that this shit is my life, and just cus i don weigh 20lbs, i'm still a good lookin girl. Well the guy i am doing a shoot with is named brian demski. He has worked on house of 1000 corpses, as well as like..every mushroomhead video ever. So this

Story Of My Life
i am alone lost in the forest away from society yet close enough for chaos but not missed at all i grasp for a limb. reaching only a leaf caring hands clasp as the leave crumbles in spite naive eyes watch the forest act and tease my mind i grasp for a limb. the limb pulls back the forest laughs at my tears and trees dance while i cry gullible hands i grasp for a limb. the forest disappears i am alone

Story
Just think to yourself that you have been out to dinner with me and as we talked the conversation got a little steamy so we finished our meal and wine and we left we then take a slow walk back to your place. as we walk I lean into you and I give you a slow gentle kiss on the cheek you then turn as I go to kiss you once more I then slowly start to kiss your lips slowly taking each lip between mine in turn now before we get carried away in the middle of the street we slowly stop kissing and carry on walking this time I have one hand rubbing your spine through your open back dress as we walk we talk all the way back to your place once there we walk through the door I then get hold of your hand and turn you towards me with this you then see for the first time the large lump in my trousers I then pull you once again in close to me as you come close I start to kiss your cheek then your neck and behind your ear I then slowly make my way back heading towards your mouth once there as we start t

Storm Burnout
The following was brought on by what happened last week in my area, with severe storms and tornadoes (four that I knew, and apparently a fifth struck the county immediately west of mine Wednesday night) striking within 40 miles of me. Please bear with it, as it's kinda rambling... As most of us know, last week we had severe storms with now 5 tornadoes crash through the area. Living where I am (Boone Co), we were under tornado warnings at two separate times. But after the second one...I found myself psychologically spent. Burnt out you might say. It was bad enough that, it was either Wednesday or Thursday night, I had a dream that I was visiting a friend of mine and a tornado hit the Walmart we were shopping in and as soon as the tornado hit is when I woke up. I woke up sweaty and breathing hard. I think I had JUST started to recover physically from the storms, when that hit and messed me up psychologically. Suffice to say, I was pretty messed up then and, as you'll see, still am. No

A Story Of Creation
In the beginning was the word, and the word was God. In the beginning was God, and all else was darkness and void, and without form. He created the sun, and the moon, and the stars, so that light might pierce the darkness. The earth God divided between the land and the sea, and these He filled with many assorted creatures. And the dark, salty, slimmy creatures that inhibited the murky depths of the ocean, God called sailors. And He dressed them accordingly with little trousers that looked like bells at the bottom and with shirts that had cute little flaps on them to hide the hickeys on their necks. He also gave them long sideburns and shabby looking beards. God nicknamed them "squids" and banished them to a lifetime at sea, so that normal folks would not have to associate with them. To further identify these unloved creatures, He called them "petty" and "commodore" instead of titles worthy of red-blooded men. And the flaky creatures of the land, God called soldie

Storm Thoughts & Other Thoughts
Last night the Lehigh Valley in particular Allentown Pa got hit by a series of severe thunderstorms. Approximately 4 inches of rain fell in a 2 hour or less period. Winds of easily 60-70 mph and 1.00 inch hail. Trees were knocked and snapped down and there were 14000 people without power for about 4-6 hours. I posted just one part of a ten part series video of this storm that captured the high points of the storms... I realize that majority of the people here do not care about the weather. However..I consider the people on here as friends that are on my list so that is why I post the information here as well. So in case anything severe etc would head your way you will have a heads up notice.

Storm That Is You
storm that is you by LateNiteFantasy© storm that is you I love her, no not her, but that part of her which draws out the best qualities in myself. I like her smile, because it helps me to be caring. I forget about myself when I see her smile, at that moment all I care about is her happiness. For once I only care about another and not myself. I like her sharp wit and keen intellect, because it helps me to see her as a person, instead of seeing her as a possession. I forget to want her, when we speak, at that moment all I care about is ideas and thoughts. Her ideas and Her thoughts. I can not have her forever but I can borrow part of her for a short while, to prove to myself that I am more than what I believe Me to be. storm that is you Clouds of your kisses build in the spirit charged sky Wind carries your scent to me Your words rain down on me in the darkness of your absence I’m lost in a storm that is you. ‘Lightening stri

The Storage Room.............
It had been a long day at work, I was tired and thinking about going home to you and of the fun we would have. I was the last one left here and had just got to sort out a couple of boxes from the storeroom before my working day could end. I sorted out the boxes, which were small and not too heavy, so I decided to carry them back down to the storeroom and put them away, always finish what you start. I got to the bottom of the stairs and realised how dark it was in the basement, a slight shiver of fear ran down my spine, as I fumbled to find the light switch, juggling the two boxes. I couldn't reach the switch and managed to drop a box in the process, cursing I put the second box on the floor and clicked on the light switch, nothing!! Damn, the bulb must have blown. I hesitated for a moment and thought, oh well, the boxes only need to go just inside the storeroom door, to the right, so I opened the door and put one box down, as I reached for the second box I thought I heard something

The Stormy Tide
the stormy tide my heart felt all empty a stormy twisted tide looseing myself deep in a game disapearing, thinking i could hide I felt no hope felt all broken inside searching for something, felt insecure trying to find someone else to be inventing a new life I was not sure I started with lies, tied in with half truth tried to escape my distress here i had a new name, age and life I altered my life as if to impress never did I expect to have to reveal somehow i met you and now i can see revealing the truth, i tried to turn you away but you ... you accepted the one that is me

Storybook Love
Storybook Love (Theme from The Princess Bride) - Mark Knopfler Come my love I'll tell you a tale Of a boy and girl and their love story And how he loved her oh so much And all the charms she did possess Now this did happen once upon a time When things were not so complex How he worshipped the ground she walked And when he looked in her eyes he became obsessed. My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel It's as real as the feelings I feel This love was stronger than the powers so dark A prince could have within his keeping His spells to weave and steal a heart Within her breast but only sleeping My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel It's as real as the feelings I feel He said, "Don't you know I love you oh so much And lay my heart at th

The Story
The marks on her wrists Tell a story Of all her life's troubles. Of how her drunken father beat her, Of how her cheating boyfriend left, Of her mother's drug addiction, And of her death. She was lost, In this dark, cruel world, Blinded by the light, At the end of the road. She never cried, Or talked about her pain. No one cared about her, In her eyes. She left, Full of hate and sorrow. NEver seeing the glass, As half full. But the marks on her wrists, Told the story.

Story
It had been a long trip going home on leave in the navy. My car had broken down 10 miles back in the dead of night and the rain kept getting harder and harder until it was torrential downpour! I was soaked to the bone and freezing! I thought the back roads would be better but now I’m rethinking it! I have not seen a car in the last 5 miles and not a service station in sight! My feet squishing in my shoes I see lights coming behind me. My luck must be changing as you pull off the road to see if you can help! You see this wet sailor wet and cold and offer me a ride! I want to but I don’t want your car to get soaking wet as me. You insist I get in so you can get me too town. As we ride the heat in your car is finally warming me. You see my firm fitting tee shirt sticking to my hard firm chest and abs with my nipples hard from the cold. I find you gazing at me with your beautiful sexy eyes. You say the service station is down the road but closed until morning and insist I stay at your

Story Of A Stupid Rooster
Story of a stupid Rooster There was a story once told about a rooster who tought he had it all...he walked around the chicken coop like he was cock of the walk.....the farmer liked the rooster, but the rooster didn't listen to him when he told him what to do....this went on for about 18 months. The farmer kept buying him feed and feeding him each day. He even spent lots of money and built the rooster a house. but the rooster didn't respect the farmer and continued to act like he was the end all of roosters. The farmer reminded the rooster that he had helped him become the cock of the walk by making his feathers look good and telling all the other farmers about him and how great he was. But all the rooster did was strut around saying "look at me I'm a fabulous rooster" But the farmer started getting tired of not being listened to and not being respected. So one day the farmer walked out to the chicken coop and the rooster strutted around him to let everyone know that he was a special

Storie 1
even tho he waliked her to the security check point. he could see she was glad to leave, he didnt say anything and he knew there was another reason for her to take this bussiness trip for it was her first trip out in over three years. she was on her way to san diego and he was stuck in hills creek falls,Minnesota thank god it wasnt Febuary there. She walked away and headed to the her gate and wait as he watched her walk away a gentleman approached her and he could see he stood about four inches taller than her,his hair was cut in away that was professional looking ,clean cut,and was in what he thought was great shape looked to be a bout 210 to 215 he thought to himself. Rite as he turned to walk away he saw them hug a bit to close he thought, and when he turned all the way around to see if what he thought was a bit more........ what he sw shocked him because when he turned around he saw them, they were embraced in a deep passionate kiss. It was so passionate and so intense that peo

Story
(Story that my daughter has been writing in fictionpress.com all comments are welcome) Hold Me What ever lies beyond this morning is a little later on Regardless of warnings the future doesn’t scare me at all Nothing’s like before What’s the point of this? I don’t mean what is the point of life. I mean what is the point of going through life worrying about what everyone else thinks of you? Why would anyone waste their life blending in and not being who they really are? Sometimes I think a lot of us forget who we actually are. That’s just too bad. Well, while you are all out living your cookie cutter lives me and mine will be running where our feet take us and tasting the stale air that we’ve all caused. We’ll cry for those of us that stopped running. The “Real World” is a lie. All of our lives are lived in the world. There isn’t a fake world for kids. Maybe they’ll stop feeding us all that farce and then people can really live. If you are new to the dark I will tell y

A Stormy Night Fantasy
You are home alone. You take your dog out for a walk and when you come home your door is ajar. You are nervous but you enter. You hear nothing, so you move into your living room. Looking around and still hearing nothing you dismiss the door as your own mistake. You move to your kitchen and get a drink of water. The dog runs to the bottom of the stairs. You move next to her and listen. Still silence. You start up the stairs, slowly, one at a time. Halfway up you hear a slight creak, you stop, your heart is pounding. You move slowly up the rest of the stairs. At the top of the stairs you stop and listen, again, silence. You have a mixed feeling of fear, and anticipation. You move toward your bedroom and notice the light on. The door is also ajar. You seem to remember turning the light off. Slowly you move to push the door open. Your bedroom looks as if there is nothing out of place. Your fear subsides as you move to the dresser to pul

The Story
In the glass I see a reflection, That seems to me unconnected, Past the point of redemption, Thriving off of the friction , everyday falling in position , Talking to a wall that won't listen , Trying to ignore the questions , hearts that seem to quicken, Like Old school , straight from Brooklyn, with a knife we cut the tension , Your words they seem so drunk an , I can't read all the lessons, My body begins to loosen , My mind it seems to sharpen, appalled at your gumption, Such a lack of reconnection, The passion in its absent , wash it away in the ocean , I feel my trusts been stolen, my neck it seems to stiffen, as your words begin to lessen, Like a night store door watchman, you got me acting like the warden, my guards always up an. my pride it has shrunken, This weight it weighs a ton, As my shoulders they weaken, All this time I was driven, But this isn't my vision, theres nothing left to give and , to me my heart feels threatened , my thoughts the

The Storm Broke...
it was as though the storm had broken...all that seemed to be pointing one way went ascatter...the signs were either wrong, misread....or awaiting the right moment to manifest themselves in all their intensity... even as i was sent to the largest and least secure station by myself, and with me feeling the apprehension due to my never having really been there sufficiently to develop any sense of protocol, the expectation of all things terrible transpiring never really did take shape. sure, there was the one person who, absolutely shit-faced proceeded to piss in an open floor vent as i stood at the top of the staircase calling down on him to not do so, incapable at that vantage point to stop him... i warned him that i would call the dreaded security force, even while he reeled upwards on the escalator, passing me and almost literally bouncing off the walls as he ambled toward the train platform. i'd alreadt decided that, as long as he stayed quietly on the platform before boarding

Story
There is a story in everyone's life in all its glory and all its strife all the sadness all the madness when its quiet and peaceful when it's crazy and hazy when you feel like you are in a maze and there is no light at the end of your own plight there is always a story in everyone's life.

The Story Of My Life!
im fucking lonely... part of me wants to go back to an ex even though he abused me..cause i just want someone to tell me they love me and care about me... as fucked up as that sounds..i think thats prob what im going to do :-(

Story Time
The drapes flap in the wind entering the room via the open window. There soft ruffle awake you. A look to the clock reveals the time about 1:30. A chill creeps up your spine and you rise and shut the window. The midsummer breeze halts and the room goes silent. Slowly you pad back to bed, with a nervous peer about the room. Something feels odd, but sleep eventually overtakes you once again. You awake again but this time to something moving in your room. You open your eyes and are disoriented by not being able to see. A moment of panic before you realize you are wearing a blindfold. The silk covering up your eyes is tied at the back of your hand. You reach to remove it only to find that you are tethered to the bed with soft silky rope. Your panic increases as you struggle. Your limbs begin to report back that both your arms and legs are bound. You open your mouth to scream and a cold heavy hand falls over your mouth squelching it. "I would advise you not to scream if yo

Storybook Endings
Storybook Endings Is there really such a thing as a storybook ending, Or are we all just wasting the time we're spending, Always looking for the one that will make us whole, The one that is the other half of our soul. Was Cinderella and Snow White just a lie, Should we just forget love and let our hearts die, Jumping between relationships without any cares, Never finding that one who's life to share. Is there really a Prince Charming for her to find, One full of romance, thoughtful and kind, Or do they all stay frogs after the kisses, Where can she find the things she misses. Where is the one to fulfill your happy ending, Who will prove you right for all the time you're spending, Will you find him on line or out in the bar, Will you know him if first seen from afar. He's not in the castle of Far Far Away, He might be the guy you just met today, I doubt if you will find him under the sea, The one that you're looking for just might be me. No ogre

The Story
All of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true... I was made for youI climbed across the mountain topsSwam all across the ocean blueI crossed all the lines and I broke all the rulesBut baby I broke them all for youOh, because even when I was flat brokeYou made me feel like a million bucksYou do and I was made for youYou see the smile that's on my mouthIt's hiding the words that don't come outAnd all of my friends who think that I'm blessedThey don't know my head is a messNo, they don't know who I really amAnd they don't know what I've been through like you doAnd I was made for youAll of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amOh but these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true... I was made for youOh yeah well it's

Storm Worm Virus - 07/30/08
07/30/08—Be on the lookout for spam e-mail spreading malicious software (malware) which mentions “F.B.I. vs. facebook.” The e-mail directs the recipient to click on a link to view an article about the FBI and Facebook. Once the user clicks on the link, the “Storm Worm” malware is downloaded to the Internet-connected device, causing it to become infected with the virus and part of the Storm Worm botnet. A botnet is a network of compromised machines under the control of a single user. Botnets are typically set up to facilitate criminal activity such as spam e-mail, identity theft, denial of service attacks, and spreading malware to other machines on the Internet. The Storm Worm virus has capitalized on various holidays and fictitious world events in the last year by sending millions of e-mails advertising an e-card link within the text of the spam e-mail. Be wary of any e-mail received from an unknown sender. Do not open any unsolicited e-mail and do not click on any links provided

A Story Of Love Lost
i sit here thinking of you as the candle burns out. you missed dinner again and i am once again left here sitting thinking is it me that pushes you away and makes you not want to come home to me? you use to love to come home and kiss me as i greated you at the door. i would ask you how your day was and we would sit and talk till it was all better. but now the bottle at the bar is what hears your probs as i sit here thinking that i have became one. the thoughts of you running to anothers arms dance around in my mind and that fear of you leaving me is rising again . the tears take over and i pray to god that you give me a second chance. our life is decaying right from under us and i dont want to believe what is happening. is there someone else where i belong in your heart? you said you would never let me go but it is you that seems to be doing the running. since i was a child i have dreamed of being with someone like you. just like a fairytale i read over and over throu out my life. but

The Storm
This was wrote for me by a very special friend who have the patience to find out what's hiding behind my mask. TY Bryan. **hugs hun** The Storm From over the horizon, I watched your storm slowly roll in. Filled with electricity and thunder its mystery gathered the interest of my curious soul. Gray dreary clouds of sorrow and despair rumbled it’s warning to me. Many would take shelter and hide from the turmoil and possible destruction offered by the surface of your ominous nimbus. Some would choose to exploit your storms natural path of searching for a relief, merely for their own entertainment and ego. I chose to stand and experience the awesome depth of heavenly creation. Alone on a hill I offered myself to your power of confused grace and strength. But I sustained no fear. Looking beyond the storms confusion I saw more than destructive winds, more than the fires influenced by the fierce punch of your lightning. The stratosphere I gazed upon offered so much that was

The Storm....
The storm is brewing outside I am walking down the street I see the clouds moving As the rain falls on the street The lightning strikes a tree It almost falls on me It scares me half to death I turn the other direction And looks towards the south A tornado I can see I head towards the north The tornado gains on me It sucks me in like a vacume And a stick goes through my chest My death came to quick My life is finally over I do have one regret It's not saying that I love you

~ Story Of Two Wolves ~
~ Story Of Two Wolves ~ Old Grandfather was proud and wise The spirit of truth shined from his eyes Come draw your hearts near Old Grandfather's story to hear... Listen with your spirit's ear well Keep this story in heart to dwell A strong message for all hearts to see This is the Two Wolves Story... In each person's heart deep within are two wolves fighting to see who wins One wolf is good, who fights strong the other is evil and fights to do wrong Down in our spirit's soul they fight for our hearts to hold The wolves are in constant fight Each struggling with all their might Of the two wolves that dwell within you ask, which wolf will win? The answer is simple, take heed The wolf that wins is the one you feed Sometimes the wolves rip our soul apart Which wolf will rule your heart... Remember, old Grandfather was wise the spirit of truth shined from his eyes... Barbara LaBarbera (LadyBleaux) © 2004 used with permission ThunderWolfLA@aol.com

Storm By Me
STORM Darkening clouds rise in the west Sent of rain Old injuries pain Tonight Mother Nature gives a test Thunder rumbles down the mountain The hill side groans You feel it in your bones This is not a night for the sane THUNDER CRASHES!!!!!!!!! WINDOWS SHATTER WINDS BATTER WATER SMASHES The green mother has struck She chooses at random She hits like a bomb She cares not of your luck

Story Behind Primar Photo
The comments were all very kind and appreciated. i want to say thanks again, but you didnt see these guys. i almost could almost understand homosexuality-almost, but it ws envy not attraction i had...my competition was a hunk. i hope he handles it well. where is there room for others when you are full of yourself? now, back to bragging-i was the oldest to place, and out of 25 starting contestents, 2nd is a victory. i should have been about 7th, in my opinion. i think it was my personality voters and juges liked. sure, i was in good shape, but i could communicate better in my answers to various questions. i seemed to get good reaction from the audience, to my answers ,judging by noise levels. i wish is still looked that good, but it was better than when i was heavy [back surgery=bad diet=sedentary life=fat Jimmy] that was back in 06 when i started back rehab and stumbled into the FSWO Free Spirit Work Out, and Lifestyle. you bet i eat cake. you bet i drink beer. i do

The Story Of Neko Ona Part One ( Please Do Not Get Confused With The Life Of Foxxy Neko Ona Later Book And Yes They Are Related Diff. Time)
this is based in the year 1700ad a woman named neko ona who is 7'10, silver hair down to her ankles, cat ears, cat tail, green corset, green mini skirt, green 9" thigh highs lives in the forest of hysterisa, looks and searches for her enemies as she wields her weapons. she rides along side her sister cyeamia on stalion horses. neko ona is a great warrior. she searched far and wide for her enemies. cyeamia looks at her sister and asks " when are we going home" neko ona replies " soon my sister soon" through the way they run into an evil villan named hochia. who looks like 8'0 black hair and red eyes and wears a redish blue corset with a mini skirt and a knife boot ( will write more later)

Story Of Love
She kept her feeling hidden Out of everyone’s sight A mask to hide it all Until she went to bed at night Her diary knew everything His looks, his eyes, his smile In her heart she knew she loved him Though her head was in denial How could he not notice it As she said it loud and clear He never told her how he truly felt He just ran in fear Although she had a boyfriend She really loved him too She didn't want to hurt either one So she didn't know what to do Her feelings were so deep At least she knew they were true She wanted to scream it loud And say that I love you He felt the same about her But kept it all bottled up inside He said he wanted to be *just friends* Although he knew he lied They loved each other so much Though neither of them knew He always said I love you But she didn't know it was true One day he was through with it Tired of always crying He called her up and told her That he was through with lying He said *I have loved yo

Stories
"Stories" I found a line and then it grew I found myself still thinking of you I felt so empty and now I'm fine But still it's burning, when will you be mine? [Chorus:] Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives (I think it's time for us to walk away from here) Stories in our lives, we keep them all inside [x2] Look at me still in your mind Our memories so intertwined Well you broke through and found your way And so did I no need to stay The same old picture, tried and true Been through there, let's look for something new Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives (I think it's time for us to walk away from here) [Chorus] Do you remember lying on the beach so late at night Do you remember running through the sprinklers that night Do you remember all the songs that I have wrote for you,

Storm Within
Storm Within my heart lies still there is nothing within the wet heat of tears upon my cheek lets me know I still live pain striking like lightning hate rolling like thunder tears falling like rain a storm raging within destroying all that lies in its path

Storm
Well I have got my computer working somewhat..but not good enough yet to be on long enough. Hopefully soon I will get it up and running. Now I have another problem.We have had the last bit of the storm go through here..alot of trees down..and no electric. So, we are running on a generator. If its not one thing,,its another. My youngest just turned 8 yesterday also. Told him some birthday he had..with this storm. Hes been worried about these baby robins falling out of the tree. They are finally dead..so maybe he won't have to worry about them. Hes been wanting to find worms..to feed them. As I was laying in bed lastnight...thinking of the storm.. made me very thankful that we do not have huge storms/hurricanes... here. To think,, what we went through yesterday was bad enough.. it could have been way worst.

The Story
There was a time about almost 3 years ago, when I had this feeling that finally after all these years, I had found myself the woman of my dreams. Her name was Cristine. at we first when we met, we started talking about general stuff and were getting to know each other, and just after a week, I told her that I love her. She was surprised and gladly in a good way told me that she felt the same way too. After that things were sailing smoothly, bet yes after often there were little fights and silly arguements between the two of us , but they never lasted long. One day ashe asked me out of the blue if I would like to marry her and without wasting much time and thinking twice about it I said YES to her. From then on things changed, as in we started talking presonal things, sensul things and ofetn made love, though we didn't go all the way but yes till we were with each other we knew we were in the right place with the right person. Often the distance between the two of us that is the world

The Storm
Thunder and lightning crashed outdoors, making the house shake. Windows rattled and pictures fell from the walls. The walk up to your room was silent with the thunder covering my footsteps. I walked in and there you were in a room lightly lit by the bathroom light being left on and the light from a small lamp near the bed. A few candles had been lit and barely remained after the few hours of burning. It seemed like you had fallen asleep on your bed waiting for me. I know I was a few hours late, I left on time but the storm had knocked a tree over and it took a while for them to move it. I had to go around a detour that I got lost on. The storm must have taken out a cell phone tower as well, because I had no service as much as I tried to call you. But I made it... finally. As I walked quietly into you room, I kicked my shoes off at took I my jacket off and set it on the floor next to the bed. I was wearing my khakis and a black button up shirt that I always hated wearing out, but work

The Story Of The Chinese Zodiac
There are many stories about how the Chinese Zodiac was created and this is one interpretation: Once upon a time, the cat and the rat were good friends, every day they would play together, everyday they would eat together, and life was very happy. One day, the Lord of Heaven told the God of Earth : "I feel that the way we calculate the years is really uncomfortable, so I think I’ll hold a competition for crossing the river between the animals, the first animals to arrive at the finish line will make up the new 12 years calendar". The God of Earth listened, gathered all the animals and published the news. All the animals wanted to participate. The black cat said : "I’m afraid of the water and I can’t swim, what should I do?", the water ox said : "I can’t see very well and I can’t tell the direction, how will I cross the river?", the little rat listened and then told the water ox : "My brother ox, I will be your guide, and you will help me cross the river, okay?". The ox thought ab

The Storm
the storm rolls in with you by my side i stand adamant i face the coming destruction the storm comes bringing pain and sorrow it crushes the hopes and dreams of those caught by its fury but i remain unwavering, untouched, with you by my side

The Storms
The storms from Valhalla fall Burning Winter into Autumn Closing the locks Such a striking similarity To the gints of before Make like mountains are mole hills And such is the way of men To gather at such a host The faces too vague to recognize And watch as withered vines Cower into the depths of the pacific What a glorious region Squandered into gold The storms of Valhalla fall Melting Summer into spring Drying the rivers What a mirroring experience Of the Titans of dawn Make like Oceans are bath water And such is the way of men To fondle such an image The voices so soft, so sweet And listen as birds no longer sing Flying south through eternal winter What a chilling reception Lost within stone

Story Of My Life...im Over It
Listen, today makes it a year Don't you think it's time that you made it clear You gotta get on your biz Tell me what it ain't or what it is I can handle it I've had it up to here I don't wanna pressure you dear I've sent back to back dudes Away from my door Thinking I was spoken for Not anymore And I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired Of being your Unofficial girl Unofficial girl And I'm tired I'm tired of trying (Ooh but I'm still your) I'm still your unofficial girl (You gotta learn to love me) You gotta love me in the light and the dark You gotta give me, give me All of your heart I wanna be your official girl Said I wanna wanna wanna be your (Be your) Official girl I wanna be your official girl I wanna be your official girl Official girl (Official girl) If you keep this up there's bound to be a mess cause I ain't really like duress Put to the test I could surely pass You better do the math I'm so stylish So bossy It'd be ashamed to say you

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 FOR WHEN YOU FEEL YOU CANT GO ON WITH LOVE HE CARRIES YOU HE PROMISSED TO BE WITH YOU HIS PRESENCE TO BE WITH YOU HE WILL HELP YOU THROUGH THE STORMS OF LIFE BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU SO BY JUDITH BULOCK MORSE ISAIH 43:2 WHEN THOU PASSET THROUGH THE WATERS, I WILL BE WITH THEE; AND THROUGH THE RIVERS, THEY SHALL NOT OVERFLOW THEE....

Stormy Soul
my souls a storm Softness of you in the heat in me, the heat in me is the softness and kindness of you My heart is hard from life but in time with you I have light and warmth of soul that come from your heart. In the light of the day I want to leave you more but you will not take. I the center of the storm my heart want the love of your mind body and soul.

Story 1
Walking into your house, I see you walking around naked, approaching you from behind, without warning I reach my hand under your middle half and slap my right hand hard on your pussy as I place my lips to you neck. Proceeding to kiss you I slap your pussy while I slide two of my fingers into your tight slit feeling your juices collecting around my fingers while the other hand is reaching around you squeezing your tits savagely. Continuiing to slam my finge rs in I pull my hand from your tits and push you over one of the arms on the couch. Taking my fingers from your pussy I bring my hand back then slap your ass hard while my other hand undoes my pants, pulls out my cock, and sliding it into your pussy from behind soft and slow at first but that was only for a an inch or so then I cram my entire cock into your pussy. At this motion you throw your head back in a scream but it just makes me harder. Slamming myslef into your pussy I take my right hand and stick my middle finger in your ass

Story 2
Walking up behind you I see your panties half way down your beautiful legs. Upon reaching you I rest my right hand upon your back you turn to look at me and with a devious smile I apply enough pressure to my right hand to push you down so that you are laying flat on the couch. Looking at you sprawled over the couch I grab hold of both sides of your panties and pull them up deep into your slit as I listen to your yelp of pain I get harder and harder in my pants. My cock almost bursting from my pants I wquickly slide the panties out of your pussy bringing with it a stream of your cum follows as I pull them completely from you. Reaching into my pants with my left hand I grab hold of my cock then with my right hand I pull down my pants. I stradle you with your back still facing me I slowly put the head of my cock into your pussy from behind. Finding extremely difficult I pull out the head of my cock and instead slides two of my fingers into your pussy trying to get you wet while stretching

Story 3
Walking through your house after our date I see you posing for something but have no clue what for, walking up to you I turn my head to 5the right to see a camera it appears you are taking photos for something. This new development turning me on greatly I approach you then resy my hand on your waist and len over you to kiss your neck while I trace the line of your cute littls silk panties all the way to the front of your pussy where I rub softly at first then feling your tight cunt strat to soak through your silky treasures I rub harder and faster while I start to bite your neck. Slipping my hand away from your cunt I massage then give your ass a hard slap heariung you moan and whimper turns me on greatly almost bursting my cock from my pants. But restraining it I slap harder then take hold of the back of your panties and slide them down your snow white legs then go under you and start to slide my tongue through your pussy being sure that no spot is missed then I nip your clit slightly

A Story Or Two Started And Not Finished - Let Us See.
Henrietta was sitting under a shady tree whilst reading the Gecko Echo. As she turned the page the tree shed a pod and ‘Thwack’ it hit Henrietta straight between the eyes. She did not read anything into it and held no grudge about the pod shed but she let out a huge sigh which blew the Echo over backwards so it could only be seen and not read. What came into view was something Henrietta had never come across before, mainly because she never finished the Echo to the * There in front of her eyes was not only the bean pod but also the cross word. The visions were enough for much crossing including her eyes and she dropped the paper then shook the bean pod off her face. The newspaper fluttered everywhere as it fell open again and blew as if it was free to *(spread the word). Henrietta took scant notice of this and decided that she had a bean to pick with the tree. Whilst she scrambled up from her sitting upright position, one that was natural to her, Henrietta noticed a huge nook i

Stories
Start with "Fantasy', then "Imagine", then "Southern Summers", then read "Hooked" starting with Chapter 1 then proceed through each chapter in order so that the story makes sense (there really IS a story line). Thanks!

The Story
All of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true... I was made for youI climbed across the mountain topsSwam all across the ocean blueI crossed all the lines and I broke all the rulesBut baby I broke them all for youOh, because even when I was flat brokeYou made me feel like a million bucksYou do and I was made for youYou see the smile that's on my mouthIt's hiding the words that don't come outAnd all of my friends who think that I'm blessedThey don't know my head is a messNo, they don't know who I really amAnd they don't know what I've been through like you doAnd I was made for youAll of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amOh but these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true... I was made for youOh yeah well it's

Story 2
Quietly he went to find her. She had been working quietly for a few hours and he had not heard a peep. The office door was ajar, so he peeked in. If she was working that hard the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt. He had made that mistake before! As he looked in and around the room he was surprised to notice the bed was no longer neatly made. The room was dim, lit only by the neon of the desk lamp. She was standing, stretching and loosening her neck by swinging it back and forth. First across the front and then the back. What happened next really caught him by surprise! She reached down and started rubbing her left breast. Then her right one. He thought surely she would be looking for him soon. Won't she be surprised to find him so close. However, as he watched he saw her move to the bed, alone! She wore no shoes and her sweats were loose fitting. As she moved onto the bed her hand slid down outside her pants to her crotch. She suddenly became very determined

Stormy Clues
"When I heard the shot in the woodshed, I dropped my book and ran right out. It was Ellen. She'd shot herself. I feel awful. I never took her suicide threats seriously," say Roy Wimmer. Captain Black opened the closet door and put his raincoat next to Roy's soaking wet one. Then he put his mud-stained shoes next to Roy's equally stained ones. "Of course, I immediately ran back to the house and called you," Ray said. "Ive been waiting for you here ever since." "That was pretty good, Roy," said the Captain, "except for one mistake. I'm afraid I must arrest you for shooting your wife." ~How could Captain Black say this?~

Story From Evan1983
You’re walking along a deserted beach, u look amazing in a skimpy string bikini and thong. The breeze blows back your hair and the sun kisses your soft skin. You roll out your blanket and lay down. You’re alone so you don’t feel embarrassed to take your top off and fall asleep. At some point you wake up noticing a shadow over you. You look up and see me standing over. At first you're embarrassed and cover your breasts with your hands, but as you look me up and down a smile passes over your lips. You let your hands down, revealing your chest. You look up at me with a wink, I smile back. Your hands move up my leg, over my board shorts, feeling my growing cock underneath. I help u up and I fondle your breasts as you unlace my board shorts. You pull them down and my cock pops out to greet you. With a playful laugh you grab it and lead me by my cock down to the water. We jump in and laugh and play with each other. Our wet bodies are slick when held close. You play with my cock as we mak

Story From Coming Crashing In
It was a warm summer day. The kind of day that bridges the gap between summer and fall. Windy, but partly cloudy and warm. He was walking down the street then happened to notice her. A girl by the name of Erica. Not too short, not too tall. Blonde hair, perfect body, the kind of body that women dream of. Tight stomach with a cute little belly button ring. He began to stare. She noticed him from across the street and smiled. He blushed as he realized he was no longer hidden. He took a few steps, then turned left and began to cross the street to meet her. "Hi there, my name is Mike." he said, with pink cheeks. "Hello." Erica replied. "I couldnt help noticing you as I was walking. I hope this isnt too rude or abrupt of me, but you have an amazing body. Are you single by chance?" he asked, hoping... "Yes I am, why do you ask?" she replied. "Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to play a little game with me?" he said. She nodded. He then took her by the hand and led her behi

Store Employees...
Store employees put up with a lot of shit. When jerks come into their store treating them like crap, there is a lot that goes through an employees mind they just can't just say without loosing their jobs... You are obviously smarter than me, so if YOU can't figure it out, what the hell makes you think I can? No, sir, I'm not hard-of-hearing, neither am I stupid. You just don't speak good English. Do you notice that your bad behaviour is embarrassing your wife? Do you want me to go ahead and call the manager, or do you want me to wait till you're REALLY pissed off? I can tell you right now I'm not going to give you very good service, because I think you're drunk or possibly on drugs, and frankly, you scare the hell out of me. No, sir, I can't do math in my head, but I can spell diarrhea. I realize I'm ignoring you, but you're in here every three days with your bratty kid and you never buy anything you don't return. Shame on you for using such language in front of

A Story Im Wrighin But I Need Pointers.. Help Please!!!!
My Story Chapter One I was told by my teacher to go to the front of the classroom and face the board and then she blindfolded me. She said that she was going to have all of the kids in the class come in one by one and put a checkmark on the board if they liked me and an X if they didn’t. She said I was part of her experiment and that everyone in the class would have to do it even thought I was the only one who ever did. I stood there and one by one I herd them all come in and put a mark on the board, but not one of them said one word to me, until him. He had told me that he was the last to have to come in the room and rate me, he also leaned towered my ear and whispered to me that he wanted me to go to the locker rooms at 9:00 pm and wait for him, because he wanted to show me something in private, but only if I wanted to. I knew who he was and I wanted to. He then stood in front of me held my head in his hands and kissed my lips. I liked it!! Then he walked back out of the room.

Stormwoman Auctioned
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Story For Someone Special *giggles*
she sits in the dark corner of the bar,as she does everynight waiting for him to come in the door opens and in he walks.He slowly surveys his surroundings then walks threw the bar an mingles.The next night she comes out from her corner knowing he won't be coming in so she sits out front.Then to her suprize the door opens and he walks in.He walks by her looking down and brushing her cheek with his hand, she gets instant chills.As he makes his way past her he then kindof disapears into the darkness.She finishes her dinner and starts to head home walking slowly remembering his touch.All of a sudden she feels as if someone is watching her and following her every step.She gets to her front door and feels a hand on her shoulder as she turns no one is there.Thinking to herself i swear i felt a hand on my shoulder she unlocks the front door and steps inside.When she turns to lock the door she jumps as the mysterious man she has been watching at the bar is there looking right in her eyes."what

A Story I Have Written
It was a cold and drizzly night in the city. It had been raining for three days now. The puddles reflected the city lights in a shimmering pool. The late night traffic was slow and quiet. Stephen was walking back to his little apartment on Eighth Street just above the coffee shop. It wasn’t much, but it was home. Stephen is an average man. Not too big, not too small, women say he is just the right size. He was walking down the street, thinking what a bad week he had had. Everything seemed too be going bad. His copper-tone hair lay draped upon his shoulders soak and wet. He kept his head down to keep the rain out of his eyes, yet they seemed to find his sight anyway. His hazel eyes squinting through the drops, Stephen thought to himself, “I wish I could find that someone special to share my life with. Is that too much to ask?” As he walked along he really wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, when it happened. He walked right into a young lady and knocked her coffee out of her

Story 3
She worked in a small professional building. You know the type see them all the time in every town along the main drag. Contains a few small offices or a travel agent or medical specialist. Anyway, her routine was pretty much the same and dull and there weren't too many people she came in contact with everyday as in her office there was all of 5 people. She at least had an office and a window, so it wasn't terrible! Her job wasnt anything exciting and with her family at home it was rare that she had what could be called excitement. She dressed pretty conservative business casual, hair usually up or tied back. However, her luck for adventure soon changed. One afternoon she received a phone call. It was a man. He started out talking business. He asked a ton of questions and she was more than willing to help. This sounded like it could be a huge client. He told her about himself and what he was looking for, as she explained what was available from the warehouse and what could

Story Of Human Kindness
Tired of politics???? Here's a CHANGE......... This is a great story of human kindness in Lubbock, Tx. This was posted on Raider Power (Texas Tech, Lubbock , TX college paper) "Yesterday I was shopping in the men's department of Dillard's in Lubbock and saw a great selfless act. A man and his wife were checking out, and when they turned around to leave, they noticed a young serviceman behind them ready to check out. The couple went out of their way to welcome him back. He told him that he was only there for a couple of days. Turns out, his grandfather had just passed away and he was home for the funeral. He confessed that he had no clothes with him to wear to the funeral and that was why he was at the mall. The man took the clothes from his hands and proceeded to pay for them as the soldier pleaded that he "didn't have to do that." The man turned around and said, "Just like you didn't have to defend my freedom. This is my pleasure, son." The soldie

The Storm
This is a Poem I wrote way back in'91 The Storm "Why so many people?" the boy asked the man. "To celebrate our victory, the victory in the sand." "Why so many flags?" the boy did inquire. "To show that there's no way that we could get highter." The boy thought long and hard about what the man had said. "Then, why are you cryin'?" the boy asked as the man turned red. "My boy didn't come back, and it's all cuz of Norm." The boy then thought to himself, "So this is what it's like, after the storm."

The Story Of My Life...
Something inside of me says all roads lead to tragedy. I'm just a clown, a nobody, i don't even exist to you. So how can i mean shit to you? But then something inside of me keeps telling me to not give up.

The Story So Far
I can't remember the time or place, or what you were wearing, it's unclear about how we met, all I know it was the best conversation that I've ever had, to this day I never found someone, with eyes as wide as yours, I've been searching up and down this coast, overlooking what I need the most did you notice I was afraid? I thought I'd run out of things to say, two more hours until today burns this away, and it starts all over again, the sky will never look the same again, till you show me how it could be, the sky will never look the same again, till you show me how it could be and everything else is irrelevant, to the story so far, a coincidence that you look like her from a far, is it true that you like to sleep alone? Or is it what you just tell everyone? Did you notice that I was afraid? I thought I'd run out of things to say two more hours until today burns this away, and it starts all over again the sky will never look the same

The Storm
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 You Hear Iz True.....
YEAR AND DATE WAZ YEARZ AGO GOT A PHONE CALL FROM THIZ LATINA FREAK I WAZ BANGIN',FIRST THING SHE SAID WAZ,"BABY,IM JUICY & MY SOUNDZ ARE DRIVEN ME WILD.YOU NEED TO HURRY YA AZZ OVER CUZ I STARTED ALREADY LIKE I ALWAYZ DO".AS I SAY LET ME HEAR YA FINGERZ MAKE YA PUSSY SQUEAK & SQUISH.I HEAR THAT SQUISH,CUZ,THATZ THAT SOUND THAT DRIVE ME WILD.30 MINUTEZ LATER,I REACH THE DOOR,LIGHTZ OFF IN THE FRONT & IM LIKE DAMN,SHE DIDNT FALL ASLEEP,WHAT THE FUCC.THEN I LOOK DOWN & A NOTE IZ STICCIN OUT FOR ME......IT READZ:"GO TO THE BACC,YA SHOULD SEE A KEY IN THE BACC DOOR KEY HOLE LIKE I WANT YOU IN MINE,ALL UP,FILLIN' ME UP IN THERE BABY".I REACH THAT DOOR & ITZ IN THERE AIIGHT....OOOH SHE SNEAKY IM THINKIN',CUZ,I KNOW SHE JUST PUT THAT KEY THERE RIGHT BEFORE I GOT HERE.NOW MY CHOCOLATE AVENGER DICC IZ GETTIN HARDER CUZ IM ABOUT TO WALK IN ON SOMETHING WORTH SEEIN' YADIGGGA!!!!.PORNO PLAYIN',SHE ON THE COUCH SLOWLY RUBBIN' HER TWIRL BUTTON....SO I SLIDE UP BEHIND HER,KISSIN HER GENTLY ON HER

A Story
It was early Saturday morning. Dan Flanagan had slept in late since his wife and daughter were away visiting his Mother-in-law for the weekend. His first big chore of the day was to clean the pool He was on his way to the back when the doorbell rang. "Is Maureen home?" cheerfully asked the young girl at the door that he recognized as Cindy, his daughter's girlfriend. Cindy was wearing an oversize t-shirt covering her bikini, carrying a beach towel and a tote bag. "She is at her grandmother's this weekend." "Oh, I forgot!" Cindy lied, a look of disappointment on her face. "But you can still use the pool if you like. I was just going to run the vacuum out there." Dan couldn't help but feel a chill run up his spine as he spoke with the young girl. At 18, the same age as his daughter, Cindy was one of the most attractive teenagers he had seen. She was also a flirt. He wasn't sure if it was innocent or by design, but she had always managed to arouse him when she had

The Storm
It was a dark, stormy night. The thunder and lightening startled her. She was suppose to meet her new man for drinks but couldn't break free from the office on time tonight. She was really looking forward to spending time with this new man in her life...maybe even intimately, tonight being THE night.She sighed, then called him to let him know she couldn't leave, as planned. He had told her that it was ok, he was hung up with paperwork and was just about to call her to see if she wanted to meet for a late dinner instead of Happy Hour. She nibbled her bottom lip, flirting with him as to what he had in mind. He whispered a few thoughts into her ear, just his tone of voice changing gave her butterflies in her stomach. He intriqued her. She pondered on, lowering her voice into a soft take me seduction. He gulped through the phone, trying to overcome getting hard at work, again. Just in time, there was a knock at her door, she tried regaining composure, said 'one sec' to him, as her co-worke

Story Of Relationships 4 Slim
Lets see where to begin...all this in a nutshell. As crazy as things are lets go back way back. Way back to a story when I knew this cat called slim and his love life and the story of his relationships of good and bad. as crazy as it seems its all true minus the names and some stuff left out not to bore or over-excite Chapter 1 Once upon a time in a little suburb of Detroit City there was this cat..we will call him, IDK SLIM. Well Slim ended up hooking up with this lady at the time that he thought was a bombshell. We will call this bombshell FER for now. Now there was sort of a problem, he was 20 turning 21 and she was still in school and only 17. but he took a chance even though it could effect his work enviroment. they kept it undercover for a bit, due to other circumstances. Everything seemed to work out though and they were happy. Well they spent alot of time together hard times and good, alot more good then bad. Well Slim decided to propose to this bombshell and spend rest

The Story
So I answer questions for a living, it's what I do. So the person asks the questions "what is the definition of doggy style position". The next step would be to send it to a guide to research it or send them a default answer which would just be the most commonly used. I obviously chose default and it reads: A dude gets on his knees behind her and puts his peepee in her hoohoo. Then he pulls her hair and uses her boobies as a steering wheel. OMG, I thought it was hilarious and I lost it.

Story Of My Life
Turn down the lights Turn down the bed Turn down these voices Inside my head Lay down with me Tell me no lies Just hold me close Don't patronize Don't patronize Cuz I can't make you love me If you don't You can't make your heart feel Something it won't Here in the dark In these final hours I will lay down my heart And I'll feel the power But you won't No you won't Cuz I can't make you love me If you don't And I'll close my eyes Then I won't see The love you don't feel When you're holding me Morning will come And I'll do what's right Just give me til then To give up this fight I will give up this fight

Storm
How long have I been in this storm? So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form Water's getting harder to tread With these waves crashing over my head If I could just see you Everything would be all right If I'd see you This darkness would turn to light And I will walk on water And you will catch me if I fall And I will get lost into your eyes I know everything will be alright I know everything is alright I know you didn't bring me out here to drown So why am I ten feet under and upside down Barely surviving has become my purpose Cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface If I could just see you Everything would be all right If i'd see you This darkness would turn to light And I will walk on water And you will catch me if I fall And I will get lost into your eyes And everything will be alright And I will walk on water You will catch me if I fall And I will get lost into your eyes I know everything will be alright I know everthing is alr

A Story Im Writeing Let Me Know What U Think
Sharon is a 29 yr old with the love of science and frenetics and she loves her sugar, she loves wearing black, and has a very sparky life and loves all thats near her.... john a 51 medical examiner that looks at dead bodies is a quiet but kind hearted man that looks for the evidence in the bodies even the ones that are close to him he seen to much in his days that some times hurt him alot... Ameila is a 25 agent that is very wise but also has an attitude that sometimes over whelms her and interferes with her work at times. armando is a 32 and is an agent but follows the example that the head of them all, but at times is stupid and doesn't listen well when he is not concentrating. Barrett a 27 hes an agent smart and well educated, and has 3 hobby's, one hobby is war of 1812 battlefield scale models, 2 hobby is medieval weaponry and armor and the 3rd one is anything on dragons.... and the head of that team is caden hes 41, a serious man and strong headed m

The Storm
Its been coming, he knows it he's felt it in his bones for 26 yrs of his life his mind and body have been training him and living in the same area. He can tell his knee twitches the air gets gradually cooler and the animals act differently. He's a cattleman for his whole life he's spent it watching how they act move their habbits. Its two days later and his knee is acting up worse than ever this is going to be a bad one he gets his most valuable things together the things that cant be replaced he has placed in a safe that has already been through a torando once it can do it again. The whole day has been in preperation he knows in his mind its coming his children dont understand but they are watching and learning just as he did with his father. These are things that he doesnt realize but he's handing down to his children just as he learned them from his father without realizing it. 4 o'clock and everything is getting cooler the air denser its getting closer its building. Come 5 o'clo

Storm Passion!
taking shelter from the rain...smiling holding hands, laughing as we enter a disused building, its dark but the air is occasionally filled with a silvery glow and the sound of the thunder, the rhythm of rain beating hard on the roof and the atmosphere an exciting one.. soaking wet... I turn to face you.. am full of desire... I just want to kiss you with passion and fire.. The thunderous sound makes my heart skip a beat.. I long to have you, a sweet kiss does meet, The silver of the lightening makes the air all aglow as you kiss me with a passion... yes a passion but slow... I long for you to caress my sweet wet skin.. to unravel my clothes.. reveal the naked within..... The warmth of your lips so full of fire.. I know what I have.. its a pure sweet desire.. The pounding of the thunder, the bright of the light... my heart now beats faster...No No!..I'll not fight.. The mingling of souls' No!! nothing else matters.. have forgotten my nakedness, my