Married and a grandfather (just). Mark Candless is not my real name, which I only use with people I have come to trust. My stories are purely fictional, sometimes based on my own fantasies. They tend to be a little on the long side with plenty of build up since I think it's hard to care about someone who walks on set, bangs the heroine and walks off again. I only publish on Lush so if you see any of my work elsewhere, please give me a heads up.
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Drug addiction is an illness, by all means make rehabilitation compulsory (or offer them money if that makes you feel better) but sterilising drug addicts seems utterly wrong to me. If some poor kid has been forced to take drugs so her pimp can control her with them should she be sterilised now that she's not pretty enough to earn drug money and gets desperate enough to take the $200? What about all the people that take drugs for a time but later go on to lead fruitful and productive lives, raising families and paying plenty of tax dollars. True some kids suffer as a result of being born into drug induced poverty but let's not make the mistake of thinking the addicts are the villains here, they are not.The real villains are the drug pushers, growers, importers and refiners. The fat cats who sit in their ivory towers living it large on the misery of other people. I include all the tobacco barons in this too, these bastards know what their products have done and continue to do, yet they continue (and are allowed to continue) doing it. The money they make from slowly killing people worldwide is used to buy them a fantastic lifestyle most of their victims can only dream about. If someone sat in their penthouse flat firing round after round into the streets below, painfully and randomly killing the inhabitants, would we pay them money to do it?I say make things utterly impossible for the drug dealers. By all means sterilise them, their families, everyone who works for them and anyone else who condones or attempts to protect them. Stop whinging about human rights as applied to these filthy amoral gits and break down their doors to get the job done. I bet the various agencies worldwide know exactly who most of them are and just can't touch them because the law continues to protect villains whilst getting stronger and more brutal against victims. How anyone can advocate punishing drug addicts when the dealers are still at large baffles me. No offence peeps, I know there are plenty who feel differently to me and I respect your right to your opinion but laying into victims and protecting their abusers is just wrong on so many levels it's not even funny.
As far as i can tell the institution of marriage pre-dates recorded history and so it's not originally a religious thing. Personally I think the origins lie in being able to prove legitimacy (good for the man) and in providing security for children (good for the woman/children). I believe those values (whether religiously based or not) are still as valid now as they ever were, but....Back in the day, people were pretty much knackered/dead by the time they were in their forties and marriage for life was not the same as it is now. A couple marrying in their early twenties are able to have children, raise them and still have another 20 or 30 years afterwards. I think perhaps the institution needs a bit of a revamp. Having said that, I waver between being completely content with my marriage (24 years) and wishing I could have a taste of what other people seem to be getting all around me. I am definitely quite jealous of young people who seem to have been born into a world where 'shopping around' a bit first is the norm rather than the exception.
I'm from Bedford.PS. No more sexy Cornish accents please, my heart won't stand the strain, neither will my pants.
An orgasm, THEN bacon. In a sandwich, with brown sauce.
I guess if his heart actually stopped then he might have got brain damage from lack of oxygen to the brain. Frankly though it seems unlikely it could have made much difference, he was clearly as thick as shit to begin with.
If I go for long enough without sex I lose the desire to come entirely. Only thing is, if I then get turned on in a major way without ejaculating, my balls ache like hell afterwards. (someone once called it blue balls, not sure if that's a common expression)
I agree with everyone else here, the world is full of wondrous variety, why mess with it? Plastic surgery though is very often not about how other people see you but how you see yourself. If your friend felt more confident or beautiful as a result of having this surgery then all power to her elbow.
Suicide is an entirely different issue, depression is often treatable and people who would definitely kill themselves if allowed to do so often go on to lead full and happy lives after treatment. If at 15 years old I had not been rushed to hospital and pumped out after taking more than 70 paracetamol tablets, my son and daughter, and beautiful grandson would not be around to enjoy their lives. Suicide is a symptom of depression, not a cure.
This whole thread makes me laugh, in England the majority of normal people have never even seen a gun, far less thought about owning one. Carrying anything more dangerous than a stick of gum into a bar is likely to get you arrested here. I can't imagine what it's like to live in a country where anyone you meet might be packing heat, how the hell can people stand to leave the house?
I would go a bit further and have capital punishment for career criminals too. The kind of people who re-offend again and again, causing misery and heartache every time they are released, then costing taxpayers large amounts of money to convict/jail them. If someone is never going to make a valid contribution to society, what's the point of keeping them in jail?
This is the third and final part of my story about my unexpected love for my beautiful neighbour. Links to the other parts are available on my profile page as usual. Love's Awakening A warm wetness was working it's way up my legs. Although I knew I was dreaming, I savoured the sensation as it paused. Roughness followed on from the slippery heat and in my dream, my skin tingled. Again...
Added 01 Nov 2010 | Category Straight Sex
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This story follows on from 'Bouncy Rain' and will make more sense if you read that one first. (link below) Caught! I fumbled about looking for the TV remote and after searching the entire room, found it beneath the cushion I had originally been sitting on. When will I ever learn to look there first? Turning the TV off I noticed the bin was full and grabbed it to take outside. I had to check...
Added 11 Oct 2010 | Category Voyeur
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Something woke me up suddenly and I laid on my back for a few moments until my eyes came into focus. Glancing across to the glaring red digits on my alarm clock I could see it was just 9am, much too early to be waking up on a Saturday morning. I turned over with a groan and snuggled back into the bedclothes. Suddenly it hit me, Shauna had got back yesterday! I sat up abruptly and swung my...
Added 26 Sep 2010 | Category Straight Sex
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