About me? Well, as you can see, I'm getting a bit creaky now, but thankfully still have all my marbles. Well, most of them. Left school at 14 and went straight into the Post Office as a telegram lad. (Ask your Grandad)Served in the RAF and the Navy in WW2, came back to the Post Office and served in various departments and retired as a junior manager.Now a widower with two daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren. And if you ask what I'm doing on here at my age, I'll tell you, - having the time of my life discovering new things, and new friends. I came into computering quite late. I bought my first computer about five years ago, just before my wife died, since then it has been a continuing source of information and pleasure, opening up a world of which I was completely ignorant. Of course the inevitable porn, which shocked and amazed me, and eventually led me to sites like this, but also the sheer amount of information available. So much to discover, if you want it. I'm an absolute amateur in the ways of the computer, but I'm learning slowly, with the invaluable help of my friends. One very dear friend in particular.Friends. I like having friends but I'm not into collecting them just to build the numbers up. I want just a few to whom I can talk and have a few laughs with, so if you are interested, please lets have a few chats and get to know each other before requesting me for a friend. And I do prefer ladies to men.One very special friend I must mention is Littleluce. Lucy is a very dear friend whom I've known from the start of my ventures into cyber space. She is kind, caring and has always been a very special girl. Bless you Lucy, you're a gem.
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The marriage > > A man met a beautiful blonde lady and decided he wanted to marry her right away. She said, 'But we don't know anything about each other.' > > He said, 'That's all right, we'll learn about each other as we go along.' > > So she consented, they were married, and off they went on a honeymoon at a very nice resort. > > One morning they were lying by the pool, when he got up off of his towel, climbed up to the 10 metre board and did a two and a half tuck, followed by three rotations in the pike position, at which point he straightened out and cut the water like a knife. > > After a few more demonstrations, he came back and lay down on the towel. > > She said, 'That was incredible!' > > He said, 'I used to be an Olympic diving champion. You see, I told you we'd learn more about each other as we went along.' > > So she got up, jumped in the pool and started doing lengths. > > After seventy-five lengths she climbed out of the pool, lay down on her towel and was hardly out of breath. > > He said, 'That was incredible! Were you an Olympic endurance swimmer?' > > 'No,' she said, 'I was a prostitute in Liverpool but I worked both sides of the Mersey
THE SHOEBOXA man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totalling $95,000.He asked her about the contents.'When we were to be married,' she said, ' my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two Precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two Times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with Happiness. 'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?''Oh,' she said, 'that's the money I made from selling the dolls.'A PrayerDear Lord,I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;Love to forgive him;And Patience for his moods;Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,I'll beat him to death,Because I don't have the freaking time to crochet.
That was perhaps their way of being polite!
And Lucy, you're very much worth getting! Be polite, treat her with respect and find out what pleases her.
It's late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in North Dakota asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.Since he was a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.But, being a practical leader, after several days, he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, 'Is the coming winter going to be cold?''It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold,' the meteorologist at the weather service responded.So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. 'Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?' 'Yes,' the man at National Weather Service again replied, 'it's going to be a very cold winter.' The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service again. 'Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?''Absolutely,' the man replied. 'It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters we've ever seen.''How can you be so sure?' the chief asked. The weatherman replied, 'The Indians are collecting a shitload of firewood'
There are a lot of lesbian ladies on lush, - good luck to them, - but how easy is it to find partners? With straight people, it's easy, they are all around, and if not, there are plenty of prostitutes willing to serve the men. But the ladies? I've never heard of lesbian prostitutes, but would there be much call for them? Just asking!
Should the state step in and legalise prostitution? Have legal brothels which would be regulated, girls working for the brothel, (no pimps), having regular health checks, etc. A safe place to work, off the street. Also, possibly, a regulated 'aparthotel' with rooms to be rented by the hour? Should prostitution be accepted as an honourable profession, performing a necessary social service?
Yes seems to be back to normal, thanks. Seems I must have sent that just as the problem was being fixed.
I remember what a woman’s flesh felt like. The soft warmth, the gentle curves, the swell of a breast, the ample fullness of the buttocks. I remember the feel of her body against mine, how we fitted together in sleep, my protective arm over her, my hand cupping her breast. I remember the impulsiveness of our youth, when we didn’t sleep, when the hunger of our bodies required an urgent...
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