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- "If U Seek Amy" is a song by American recording artist Britney Spears from
her sixth studio album, Circus. It was released on March 10, 2009 by Jive
Records as the third single of the album, and was chosen by a poll on Spears's
official website.
- Baise-moi (Fuck Me in English) is a French film co-directed by Virginie
Despentes and Coralie Trinh Thi, released in 2000. It is based on the novel by
Despentes, first published in 1999.
- this sense?) (vulgar) Used imperatively when one wants a partner to have sex
with oneself, often in a rough manner; this redundant sense?) (vulgar, slang) An
expression of dismay at undesired events happening to oneself; expression of
surprise, contempt, outrage, disgust, boredom, frustration
stories
- An account of imaginary or real people and events told for
entertainment
- A plot or story line
- A report of an item of news in a newspaper, magazine, or news
broadcast
- (story) floor: a structure consisting of a room or set of rooms at a single
position along a vertical scale; "what level is the office on?"
- (story) a piece of fiction that narrates a chain of related events; "he
writes stories for the magazines"
- (story) narrative: a message that tells the particulars of an act or
occurrence or course of events; presented in writing or drama or cinema or as a
radio or television program; "his narrative was interesting"; "Disney's stories
entertain adults as well as children"
cum
- semen: the thick white fluid containing spermatozoa that is ejaculated by
the male genital tract
- Combined with; also used as (used to describe things with a dual nature or
function)
- (Cumming (GA)) Cumming is a city in Forsyth County, Georgia, United States.
The population was 4,220 at the 2000 census. Census Estimates of 2005 indicate a
population of 5,802. However, places with a Cumming mailing address have a
population of around 100,000.
- Male semen; Female ejaculatory discharge; To have an orgasm; to ejaculate or
to feel the sensation of an orgasm; Used in indicating a thing with two or more
roles, functions, or natures, or a thing that has changed from one to another;
Used in indicating a thing with two roles, functions, or

3 Relaxing in
the hotel grounds
My wife and I booked a long weekend at Thoresby
Hall, a Warner’s hotel in Nottinghamshire for adults only. It was the second
night of our stay and we were drinking ( quite a lot ) in the bar after our
evening meal. The bar was busy and my wife was wearing a pretty summer dress,
about calf length and a lowish neckline. I was getting a bit tired and I
suggested that we go back to our room and watch some TV. She wanted to stay, we
argued a bit and I said “ I’m going anyway, do what you like, you normally do! “
and went back to our room. An hour or so went by and Pam returned to the room, a
short visit to the bathroom and then a “ bye, I will see you later “ What
happened next is in my wife’s words. Dave and I had a bit of a tiff over whether
we went back to the room when I was still enjoying a drink. He left and I stayed
at the bar. I am 57, attractive ( so I’m told ) and do like to flirt a little,
given the opportunity. A guy who I think was in his 30’s kept looking at me and
I smiled at him. He came over and offered to buy me a drink. We sat on a comfy
settee and chatted for a while and he put his hand on my knee and sat a bit
closer. This felt really good and I was enjoying the attention. He leant over
for a kiss and I thought “ why not, you only live once “ - it was fabulous and I
felt that tongue against mine making me tingle all over. He ( Tom ) suggested
that as it was a warm night and the hotel had such lovely grounds that a walk
outside might be fun. I agreed and said that I’d nip back to my room and meet
him by the foyer. I went to my room, nipped into the bathroom for a freshen up,
removed my knickers ( it just felt right! ) told Dave that he may see me later
on, and walked out. I met Tom in the foyer and we set off through the garden
with his arm around me or holding my hand. We stopped occasionally in shady
corners and had long lingering kisses with him brushing against my thinly clad
nipples and me feeling his hard tool against my body. This was so nice and so
different to when I’m with Dave. When we were in a much more wooded area, we
stopped by a tree and Tom pushed me against the tree, kissing me passionately,
his hand running up my thigh, past my waist and edging towards my tits. He felt
them tenderly, followed by the other hand on my other tit. My tits are so
sensitive that this was absolute heaven. He then slid one hand down again and it
went up my thigh high clad leg past my knee and caressed the top before going
towards my damp pussy. He was surprised and pleased to find no knickers and his
fingers soon went to work bringing me to an almost continual orgasm. He then
said “ there is a bowls hut nearby where we can relax undisturbed - ok “ I
nodded and hand in hand we set off. “ Hope this isn’t far” I said, and it
wasn’t. We went in and although a bit basic had a large armchair. I sat down and
he stood in front of me as I undid his zip and dropped his trousers and pants to
the floor, then licking the end of his sticky cock before taking it in my mouth,
sucking and nibbling the end. Then he knelt in front of me, lifted my dress and
his tongue was around my pussy. I have never felt that turned on before,
especially from a man about 30 years younger. He then held both my hands to help
me up, turned me around and bent me forward over the back of the armchair and I
gasped as his cock entered me, giving me the hardest fuck I have had in years,
if not ever. We then walked hand in hand back to the hotel like 2 teenagers and
promised each other it was a bed on the next night - and it was but that is
another story…………… 2 A long weekend last summer Pt 2 Tom had already said that
he would really love to see me the following day in more comfortable
surroundings and I had agreed. Dave wanted to have a day playing golf and I had
already said that I would have a day lazing around the pool and spa area. After
breakfast ( where I had spotted Tom and he smiled ), Dave went off and said that
he would see me for dinner at about 6ish. I immediately phoned Tom to see what
we were doing for the day. The pool area as a starters was a good suggestion
from him. I had brought two swimsuits with me, a bikini and a one piece - it had
to be the bikini, so its off to the pool. I changed and went out to the pool,
spotting Tom who was just going into the steam room so I followed him in.
Couldn’t see much but a soft voice said “ morning Pam, quiet in here today,
looks like we have the pool and spa to ourselves “, although it was early. He
leant across and gave me a kiss, followed by a cuddle then a hand released by
bra catch and my boobs dropped out, being caught by Toms hands. They felt so
good and I could feel myself warming to the day ahead. His hand then slid down
my body into the front of my bikini bottoms and fingers moved around my (now
damp ) pussy. I responded by slipping a hand into his shorts, pulling out his
cock and giving it a slow massage. I heard the door open and we quickly dressed
as another couple
#11. People who say "You wouldn't understand"
Here’s a common scenario. You’re talking to
someone, encouraging the conversation, and perhaps even guilty of catering to
the others opinion, until you happen to say something that happens to challenge
their twisted perception, and instead of considering another side, they throw
their arms in the air like a 6-year-old kid, and dish out that last desperate
tactic which put simply is “well, you wouldn’t understand, you don’t have
kids... or whatever the appropriate filler may be.” It’s the only card left to
play, reserved for when all else fails, and all other recourse of civilized
conversation has been exhausted. When their delicate little world of opinion is
threatened, they go for the throat. It’s perhaps the only thing which
distinguishes us from the rest of the herd. Even if it holds no merit, based
solely on an identity complex, conjured up by the narrow-minded twits who can’t
understand how the world is in such a bad state. Do I really need to enroll
myself into academic stupidity in order to speak to you, and relate to your
fairy tales. Congratulations, you have a kid, here’s a medal, you’re special,
now sit the fuck down, shut up and get back in line. Now we’re all guilty of
this, don’t deny it, you know you’re a schmuck too. Me? I’m perfect, or haven’t
you noticed yet. Now allow me to transition into another peeve.. I offer another
common story. A little girl day dreams about the man she will meet, the wedding
of the century, and the mapped out before she even learns to tie her own shoes.
Or a father who finds false pride and purpose in fatherhood when the kid is but
a cum shot in its mother’s eye. Or an inmate who finds God. Or someone who is
suddenly confronted with his own mortality, who comes to remedy the emptiness of
his life. Or the young reject who makes a solemn oath that when he finds love,
he will devote his entire self to it. All which you perceive, is but some
symptoms of this self imposed reality, forced upon you by mass perception. Is it
no surprise people are miserable. Why is it everyone seems to love their child?
Some are simply not loveable. It’s okay to hate your kid, after all, he’s a
human being with a personality, who may likely grow to be an asshole. You love
him not because of the person he is, but rather the belief that you should love
him. People are inherently selfish. This is not a bad thing, and I distrust
anyone who thinks otherwise. It is the driving force behind survival and
reproduction. We are driven to acquire, to prosper and to grow. The necessary
mechanics without which, a people can be lead to overly sympathetic gestures,
like a mass suicide in the name of their God. I once took this Emotional
Intelligent quotient test, which instead rated you on how you reacted to a given
situation as opposed to how you understand it. I failed miserably. It pretty
much said I had the EQ of a dog turd. Correction, I believe the turd scored 2
points higher than me. Since when did understanding become actions. “I
understand you’re an asshole, but I ain’t lending you my girlfriend.” WTF!!! And
while I’m on the subject of love. What a deluded concept. I shouldn’t speak too
loud, since I’m partly responsible. You see, I write about this shit, but I can
distinguish between want and expect. And those who can’t, most likely believe in
unicorns and guardian angels who watch you touch yourself. Love is composed of
respect, admiration, laughter, security, whatever else you wanna throw in this
big bag of tricks. What it isn’t, is this separate magical entity that seeks to
touch you in inappropriate ways when you’re not looking. We love because it
feels good, why can’t that be enough. It’s a mutual understanding that we use
one other, until she tries to kill the bastard in his sleep. When all signatures
are laid on paper, it doesn’t really matter who it is. Make no delusions about
it. Even Mother Teresa is suffered from a selfish disorder. Wanting... no
needing to know that her life was of use to someone else. And instead made her
475 constituents preserve the spirit of poverty. So no one questioned why she
wanted to gather so much money from benefactors, when she herself had taught
them that even storing tomato sauce showed lack of trust in Divine Providence.
Long after her death, there is debate as to where the funds had gone to. So this
brings us back to where we started. When someone speaks about imaginary
experiences from make believe land, and says you just wouldn’t understand.
Please stand up for the sake of humanity and knock 3 times on their heads,
saying “I do understand, it’s just not the answer you want to hear.” Then let
them be, cause their most likely gonna reassure themselves by masturbating in
front of a mirror. And don’t forget to stay off my beach!
