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Sold you off for parts...as long as your arm and brain stay together, I'll be happy. You're fucking brilliant, love, so feel free to whore out your stories...at least to me. I tip well, too. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/bighugs.gif" alt="Big Hugs">
Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha~ In The Name Of Love
I'll take the coffee, I'm a nurse, coffee is coffee is coffee. You only pass when the mold starts to move of its own accord.Healthy dose of the brandy, as well, please, since my stupid comp entry isn't anywhere on any list. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/angry7.gif" alt="angry7">
Coffee...actually, was treated this morning to a Starbuck's caramel macchiato. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/bighugs.gif" alt="Big Hugs"> thank you, Geoff.
Sam Smith's cover of Whitney Houston's How Will I Know .
I think I answered this somewhere else along the line...but, here goes. Two Great Pyrenees (Norman and Lily), one Turkish Angora cat (Hank), two Red Star laying hens (Lucy and Julie), and two stick bugs (as yet unnamed by the boys). All of my pets except for Lucy and Julie are either rescues (I work with the National Great Pyrenees Rescue) or "secondhand".
Bartender. It's been a rough week at Casa de Jennifer. Might I have a coffee, with sugar, milk and a healthy serving of brandy? Please?
Yes. In fact, the Bible has several instances of explicit sex. Being a Christian is really about how you treat other people and if you live your life in a way that is charitable and influences people in a loving and kind way. The Bible sternly warns about being a judgemental person. There are way too many false Christians. You can spot them easily, always professing to be Christians, holding themselves out to be holier than thou, always seeing sin in everyone else. The type that don't do any charitable acts unless they get publicity and credit for it. They always judge other people. They are unforgiving and unloving. The Bible says that in the end there are many who will not be recognized. This.As a Methodist, I am what some would call a "quiet Christian". Methodists, and United Methodists in particular, believe that the the only way to even have a chance at Heaven is to do good works, for as many people, for as long as possible, in this life. Not proselytize or evangelize or otherwise profess the faith. Not to judge, or turn away from those who are not Christian--to serve all, to be G-d's willing servant, to use one's own hands to do His work. Good works, small and large, to include putting one's own self at physical risk, knowing that one's own life is to be freely given in service and defence of the lives of others, regardless of faith or lack thereof.
Omg, I am laughing at you right now. Seriously? I asked you if you support ISIS, and you deflected your answer. I don't care how many letters you have after your name, or that you claim to be a Methodist. You failed to answer my question. I was raised a Methodist. You assuming that I would KNOW you are a Methodist is a laugh. I may seem stupid to you but I sure as hell am not psychic and I don't believe you anyway. If you're so educated about Islam than you're full of shit. I think you're pro ISIS . PERIOD. I said that I was a United Methodist earlier in the thread. You're seriously calling me a supporter of ISIS? I can't decide if that's infuriating or funny as fuck. All I've done is point out inconsistencies in your "theory". Go home, bitch, you're drunk.
“Settle down, love, we’re going to be fine.” Her pink glossed lips grazed his ears as she spoke these words, brushing the soft skin enough to comfort but not to further arouse. Her right hand was placed carefully, lightly but knowing, on his trembling body, that beautiful muscular body already tensed and ready for what he knew was to come. Telling rivulets of fragrant sweat ran unchecked...
Added 22 Aug 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this. Yet here she was, bent over for all to see, in the half-lit darkness of the alley behind the bar--she wasn’t even sure it was the same one that she’d walked into. Forehead and hands...
Added 23 Sep 2015 | Category Flash Erotica
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She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved...
Added 04 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know...
Added 02 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a...
Added 20 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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The motel room was small with just one queen size bed and a threadbare chair looking awkwardly out of place, as if someone had just reached through the roof of this dank place and left it there. There was a distinct smell of cigarettes and desperation, of cheap, hurried sex and the comfort not of skin on skin but of plastic bottles of vodka. So this is where he had chosen to meet, she...
Added 03 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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Irrumatio. A single word, a throwaway, something learned and promptly forgotten. To me, though, it is an entire world of pleasure encapsulated in nine letters. It is the tingling of my freshly fucked sopping swollen sex, it is the heavy breathing and dilated pupils of your orgasm and the delicious smell of semen and want thickening the room air, making (it seems to me) even the ceiling...
Added 09 Apr 2014 | Category Flash Erotica
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