Formerly known as naughtynurseYes, I am a real nurse. No, I am not interested in giving you a sponge bath. My turn-ons are good grammar, good taste, and pleasant company. My turn offs include rude, obnoxious propositions to chat by people I don't know. I'm rarely here anymore as I am living my life, but you can follow me on instagram: https://instagram.com/fresh_lemon_tart/My Collabaration with Delphi, winner of the Outstanding Series Award: Settle for Nothing (http://www.lushstories.com/stories/lesbian/settle-for-nothing-part-1.aspx)Collaboration with Poppet: http://www.lushstories.com/stories/cuckold/crimson-skies.aspx
I think desperation is what's driving Hillary. I'm not making excuses, because I don't have much confidence in her as a president. However, I do believe that she started out with the best intentions.Most campaigns start long before 'election season', and I think between her drive to set herself apart from Bill and to be taken seriously as a woman (an older one at that), a lot of her values got lost along the way and proving herself became her main priority instead of, you know, the country. It's a pity, because she really could have been a force to be reckoned with. Pretty accurate description, and in the previous election I was seriously considering her. I still think she is a hard working woman who started this for the right reasons. I just think along the way she's lost her inner compass.
ALL career politicians are vote whores and are sold out to the same special interest groups . Add to that the history that she and her wonderful cigar dipping, draft dodger have with crooked land deals, dead partners, other dead people and "lost" emails... I figured slut bag was the NICE way to say it. Like I said before vote for Trump, he isn't sold out to the same old people all of the others are... tell him to ask Peggy Hubbard from Ferguson to be his running mate. Hell who knows further along she might be our first black female President One thing I DO KNOW is at least we'd have a MUCH BETTER chance of her being honest than Swillary or any of the rest of them. I would agree with vote whore, although that is exactly the same as everyone else running. But slut bag is the last thing I would think you could call her, and no, in no world is slut bag a nice way to put anything. She and her husband have been around politics for awhile, and like all career politicians have skeletons in their closet. no different on either side of the aisle. The difference is the have had the national spotlight on them for longer. If you think Trump hasn't sold his soul ages and ages ago you have done a fantastic ostrich routine.
Not sure who I like, I just know who I don't like.
Guideline #whatever: Never have the temerity to believe that you are someone's friend until you have had actual, face-to-face contact with them. Exceptions to this rule exist, but the minutiae of these exceptions would fill a page. HEYYYYY we ARE friends... just....life...
planks.... isometric training that I loathe... yet still incorporate it into my stadiums regularly.
A lot of Frebreze. https://upload.lushstories.com/1317355069-Febreze.JPG https://upload.lushstories.com/664198243-Febreze2.JPG Pretty much my current solution. I workout outside, in florida. sweating happens. SP, I consider it a decent workout if my pigtails are dripping. By then my shirt and bra are drenched, not just the sleeves.
I work out a lot, and always have laundry around that was just out on a run/ride/swim/lift.How do you keep your house from smelling like a gym without doing laundry for every change of clothes? http://ell.h-cdn.co/assets/cm/15/01/54a75a8e7939e_-_elle-pile-of-clothes-de.jpg
Dust particles floated in the sunbeam that cascaded through the small window. “Terry’s Cleaning” stretched with the dark blue shirt as the wearer stooped and shifted boxes that had sat undisturbed for decades, transferring them down small stairs that protested under the use. At the bottom of the stairs, a dark haired girl opened them. Some of the dusty boxes went to a large room to...
Added 20 Jul 2014 | Category Love Stories
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Pink light pushed against the white cafè curtains of the frame farmhouse. Through the windows, the dark-haired girl was visible as she entered the little kitchen. A modern, sleek coffee maker, out of time with the rest of the appliances, stood on the counter beside the ancient stove. Coffee grounds were scoped from a plastic bin and poured into the white crinkled filter. Trickle of coffee...
Added 26 Jul 2014 | Category Love Stories
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Ragged skin hung at the edge of her right thumbnail where she chewed it off with imperfect teeth, only to pick at it again. The clock hands revealed that ten minutes remained ‘til the hour, past the point where she could logistically back out. Even if she opened the hotel door and eased out into the hall, the odds were she would only just run into him. She couldn't hide and just not answer...
Added 19 Dec 2013 | Category Cheating
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The leaves overhead hung low enough to make Shaun duck. Logic told him that it made no difference as he was seated on the tattered cloth of the Thunderbird, but he did it anyway. The big car rumbled up the deserted road, twin yellow lights stabbing into the pressing darkness as he headed for home as he always did after his evening shift. He sighed and rolled his shoulders; tried to move...
Added 28 May 2014 | Category Gay Male
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A bowl sits on my counter, tomatoes bright against the chopped greens through the clear glass. A pair of ruby red and white steaks lay on the sideboard, black and white speckles of salt and pepper dotting their surface, the beads of moisture on top revealing just how long they have waited. Staring at the clock, I blink back the dew that builds and threatens to spill over. “He’s always a...
Added 21 Jul 2013 | Category Oral Sex
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You lay curled up behind me, warm breath fluttering past my cheek with each snore. Your arm grazes my hip and from time to time you move your legs against mine. It is the cuddle I crave, and it fills a need inside. Yet, it leaves me empty. I watch the TV that blares a random show; something dramatic, depicting characters that I don’t know, and don’t care about. Your breathing is rhythmic...
Added 27 Jul 2011 | Category Masturbation
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Added 04 Jun 2014 | Category Love Poems
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Patty Jo takes a stranger for a ride and discovers her dirty desires cannot be...
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