Quote by Mazza
I actually got fucked over one Christmas morning too...

I had been seeing this guy for a while (years and years ago) and he turned out to be a bit of a psycho. We split up (believe me, that took some doing, he was fucking tenacious) and he started behaving even more oddly than he had when we'd been together...

It had been a couple of months since we'd split and he was stalking me - it was quite scary - wherever I was, I'd see him in his car. One night I came out to my own car after work (in a nightclub) and my car was covered in roses. Then a few weeks later I came out to find the brake pipes on my car had mysteriously been severed.

I would go from the sitting room of my flat out into the hall and my letterbox would slam closed and I'd hear him running down the stairs...

Seriously, it was frightening.. I actually started getting people to come and stay with me as I was terrified of being alone...

It was a few months later and it all seemed to have calmed down. Christmas eve, I was working in the club and there had been this guy who'd been chatting me up for quite some time and we went back to my place for a little fun (I pretty much felt it was like a Christmas present to myself - I knew my Christmas would be quiet because my folks had recently moved abroad and I was all alone)

We had a fun night (lol), then, next morning, I heard a noise at my door. I went to see what it was and it was my crazy ex - he'd decided to come and make me a Christmas breakfast and was in the process of unscrewing the letterbox so that he could reach his hand through to unlock the door.

I told him to fuck off, but he wouldn't, so I called the police, but by the time they arrived, he'd actually kicked in my door, threw the eggs all over my hallway along with the other food, dragged my 'friend' out of bed, and given him a bit of a kicking.

I actually broke my phone, hitting him with it, trying to get him off this poor guy.

The police came and took him away and he got charged with breaking and entering and assault.

I was plagued with nightmares for years afterwards, and I'd still catch him, following me in his car sometimes.

The last time I saw him was about 11 or so years ago, I was with my husband and about 8 months pregnant and he drove past us at a shopping mall - again, I had nightmares for a while after...

Haven't seen him since, but I heard he knocked down and killed a kid.

I'd actually put this out of my memory until I read this thread - dunno if that is as bad as what you went through WMM, but I can honestly say it was the worst Christmas I ever had... *shudders* (kind of therapeutic writing about it, I've never done that before)

Quote by Dancing_Doll


Why would you want to delay her orgasm? Let her come and then come again, no? I've never stopped at just one if I'm having fun.

If she loses interest or energy after her first while on top, then just grab her hips and start thrusting upward and take over the work until she can 'recover' and get back into things.

Quote by Bill_Clinton
I have to agree with Nikki, and let me tell you how much joy it is to agree with somebody as physically gifted as you are. You would not believe the lineup of people I have had to agree with on various issues over my long and distinguished....career in politics. A few weren't bad. I think that Benazir Bhutto had a very nice bhutto underneath her burkha, but she hardly ever took that thing out for a stroll, and that is just tragic. That gal from Argentina, too. You want to talk about an ass that just won't quit? Too bad I'm retired or I would have set up a deep summit with that by now. But where were we? Oh yes the classics. Classic bodies like yours love classic music, the two go so well together. Say Nikki, if you ever make it down to Harlem I know this great bed and breakfast, very discrete. I know the owner, he taught me how to play Jazz on the saxophone. Do you like Coltrane?

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By the way Lola. I've been meaning to ask you, how big are your areola? And since you mentioned it, how long are your nipples?

Oh, the shad of white of my load is eggshell.