I like writing stories about various subjects as well as sex. Some are fiction and others are about real events - hopefully with a humourous slant.
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They are very attractive but you do say other than erotic - they are sort of interesting the left hand one (from your point of view) seems slightly lower than the right hand one. Does this mean you do some exercise or activity that has given you this look? So in terms of what I think of you this means you are possibly very active, have a healthy diet and as you have an urge to display your interesting bits you are a sexual creature at least potentially.
A stupid and primitive custom especially for a modern country. I wonder if the the females on here who are so enthusiastic about male circumcision would be so keen if they too were circumcised as in some primitive societies. OK so the results are more extreme but nasty sharp objects near your most intimate parts are a definite no no for either gender.
Can someone explain please about this custom (also not exactly sure what the Easter Bunny is either as it wasn't a thing UK kids seemed to be aware of) I suspect - as eggs and rabbits are sort of sexual symbols that this may date to a possible pre Christian religion's fertility rite which has been taken over and adopted as a Christian festival like Christmas. There is a custom in the Czech Republic where women get symbolically whipped by men at Easter and have to give men eggs in return - this sort of smacks of some sexist sado masochistic fertility custom too (pun intended). :)
The queen is an anachronism. I just don't understand what we are proud of - the history of the UK royal family is horrific and the behaviour of the current one isn't all that wonderful either and the fact that the queen is head of the church as well is also an ongoing contradiction. The hypocrisy is boundless. They were granted a title Fid Def given to Henry the Eighth by the pope for defending the Roman Catholic religion and even though he set up his own religion after that they kept the title. How can you be proud of that kind of tradition? Or the death of Edward the Second .....it just goes on and on (which you think would deter those flag waving brain dead people who even queue overnight for a little glimpse of the queen's eccentrically dressed form). Not that I want a president either - no symbols just people voted in and save on red carpets. Inherited privilege like this makes no sense in today's informed world.
The Night Time Is The Right Time Ray Charles.
All this reference to US time zones reminds me of the great movie Inherit The Wind where some creationist pratt is telling Spencer Tracy that the world was created at some specified time say 2pm 3000 or so years ago and Tracy's reply was ''would that have been Eastern or Western Standard Time. :)
The freezer as I've just made 30 meals and frozen them and it makes it go into fast freeze mode noise.
The same as Marilyn Monroe but without the Chanel No 5.
I hear the words but they don't sink in. My mind can't hold what you're saying. Feeling the years, I'm holding back tears. You're putting a voice to my worst fears. Days used to be brighter and we could laugh at time. Years have gone, we're getting on, being old's a crime. Life burns out in a smoky haze, It gets shorter as the memories fade. One door closes, another one shuts, ...
Added 17 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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We don't meet out on the street but in some secluded corner. Where I gaze into her eyes, wondering who is telling lies. These sweet stolen moments are craved all the time, Inside intense emotions, outside I'm just fine. There are times I've touched her soul and I feel that I have reached her. No common sense to spoil the dream this is not a sordid scheme. Embrace, then she's...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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The day it all started everything seemed normal to the point of mundanity. As he entered he noted the familiar smell of pot-pourri that seems to cling to all charity shops. He looked around the rails of secondhand clothing dominated as usual by female garments. His eyes searched swiftly and he saw the shelves of books at the back beside CDs and video tapes of discarded movies. Amongst the...
Added 02 Apr 2013 | Category Love Stories
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Celine. Stare at the screen, Eyes are so green. Only a screen, Can they be seen. She'll always be, A mystery. If we ever met, Would it be to regret? Finger tip, holds down a key. A digital dream that's my Celine. Verse: Electro machine, Can it still mean, Something real, Though virtual. Verse: Willing to go, With this cyber falling. I can't...
Added 18 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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Litomerice On the streets of ancient stone we wandered in the snow. Made love every day, our bodies seemed to know. The only choice to hold on tight. Not caring what's wrong or right. It's good to know and feel the pain. Expose yourself to love's domain. Orene is the one I love she's my Prague fantasy, An absinthe dream come true, a new reality. Its not a love...
Added 17 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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The Innocent Audience. My girlfriend Alena and I have a ground floor flat in a three storied house in a quiet Prague Suburb. The windows of our kitchen overlook the back garden which is also joined to the back garden of the house opposite. There is a gate in the fence that separates the two gardens. She is very attractive with long red hair, a pretty face with...
Added 21 Aug 2009 | Category Voyeur
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