I enjoy sucking a cock while wearing a dress, i have been wearing womans clothes since i was 25, the wife knows but does not approve, I wear panties 24/7. This past summer I started frequenting a place in the town where men go to give and get a blow job, I was in a dress and a guy came over to me and pulled his cock out and started waving it at me, i wasen't sure if i wanted suck it our not, well long story short, I scarfed that cock down like there was no tommoro. I swallowed his load and love it, I have been jerking off and swallowin my own cum now for over 10 years, i just can't get enough cum, if you are in the area, hit me up, maybe we can hit it off.
Whispered Verges In the not so distant past A humble world only a dream When we are merely children The die of fate are cast Everything was built to last Nothing is what it may seem To others we are beholden Life always burns fast We rise up and lash captain upon mast In mutiny's eye does an inferno gleem Set course for sail to mists of Eden Ready now youth's pirates, avast! b.k.b [20121010] Wednesday October 10, 2012 07:05 PM
Me mum had a prowler at 'er house last night:yikes2:... She spotted the sod out of corner of her eye lookin' in the sitting room window:eek2:... calmly she sauntered through 2 the kitchen picked up a frying pan.. not for her fonin an' waiting for the city's finest...walked out back door and began walking round the front ..saw 'im gazing in the den window round side.. next thing poor prowlie was lying seeing stars on path after mum had clattered him wiv frying pan... she stood over the daft gett waiting for him to so much as move ready to give him another whack.. poor guy groaned and his head popped out from under hood... oops... me big bruvva:yikes2:. her blue eyed luffly boy:tongue:... Mr Can Do No Wrong.:impleased... lolllllll... well.. he did wrong when he left his key at his house didn't 'e.. cost him huge bump on bonce and sore knees wen he hit the floor... Moral of story.. remember ya door keys 2 mum's house at all times...don't wear a hoodie wen ya go visitin' ya mum spesh wen it's dark.. don't peer in front window and bang away trying to catch mum's attention wile she has earphones on listening 2 Verdi...she iis deaf 2 world at such times... if u c 'er walk through 2 kitchen stop wer ya r and wait for 'er 2 come to u.. stand well away from house and in a light... hood down... don't b daft sod and walk round side in dark... if u must..wear protective head gear... summat moren a hoodie... even then.. hope its an aluminium pan mum picks up not the Le Creuset... ...and last but not least.. if u do happen to be such a dummie as to get ya bonce whacked wiv frying pan by ya mum for being an arse... make sure yas not Fran's bruvva, cos trust me.. she will make ya life hell and u will nev hear the end of it!!!! Bang on napper wiv frying pan will b least of ya worries!!!! God..isn't life just grand some days???:impleased
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I like using gvim and vim as a text editor. Recently, I borrowed from Unix philosophy. One program does one thing well. Have that program do its thing, pipe to another and have it do something to the input. You build complex solutions in simple little bits. Here is how I did that. I knew vim edited text well. I knew a program called filters would transfigure text, say into pirate talk, Sweedish Chef talk, Newspeak and so on. I knew vim could also excute external commands. To use filters on a buffer of text in vim one needs to go into command mode. One then uses the following. :%! filtername Where you have filtername you replace it with the name of the filter you want to turn the text into. For example: :%! pirate Will turn the text into pirate talk. And :%! rot13 will give a buffer of text encrypted by simple cipher. Rot13 is a different program than filters. This using a different program gave me another idea. I could reformat the text using a program called par. Par only formats paragraphs of text. The command for that in my case was :%! par 72. This ensures all text in a buffer is formatted to be only 72 columns in length. I had read long ago this was considered good practice for email. As I often write, it's good to know a word count. I can do this in vim as well. I use the following key mapping. nnoremap <F10> :%w !wc -w<CR> This displays a word count in the command buffer for me. Also set up a key map for using par. noremap <silent><buffer><F2> :%! par 72<CR> All in all, I've been hacking up a storm.
I didn't have much success with girls growing up. I was painfully shy as a teen and when i managed to get this one really cute girl who was a year older than me to go out with me i managed to fuck that all up in 6 months. It all left such a bad taste in my mouth that i preferred to just be alone after that. I ended up dropping out of high school in spite of being a pretty bright kid and obviously college isn't in the game plan when you go that route so i missed out on the social side of higher education as well. As long as I remained in my town, my chances of meeting and having a relationship with a girl were pretty slim. I did meet a few girls through work, but ultimately it was much easier doing nothing than taking a chance of being rejected (or of course maybe meeting a GREAT girl) - so i pretty much remained on the relationship sidelines until my mid-20's. At one point when I was working in new york city, i decided to stop in one of the many gay-porn theaters that dotted mid-town manhattan in the 80's. it was dark and creepy and got much creepier when an older dude sat next to me and broke his cock out and started jerking off. I got up and left and never tried that again. Nothing changed until I got a job working as part of the crew for a touring ice show. When I took the job I had NO FUCKING IDEA what lie ahead of me, but it changed my life for the better in many ways. First, I had a clean slate. At home I felt (and to an extent was) - like low man on the totem pole. My buddies were all alpha-male types who worked out and were comfortable around girls and got them left right and center. I wasn't. But with this new job that was all gone. I felt that I had left a lot of shitty baggage behind and could be myself. It took a little while to sink in, but eventually I realized that for the next ten months i would be working with, traveling with and staying in hotels with a group of roughly 90 people. Of that 90, about 50 were figure skaters. Roughly 30 were girls and 20, guys. Out of those 20 guys, probably 18 were gay - the other 2 were russian. According to them there's no such thing as a gay russian, which of course just meant that gay russian dudes were seriously in the closet. But I digress. Having grown up around and worked in new york city i was used to interacting with gay people on a daily basis. This was not something that freaked me out. Rather - it was awesome. Because just like that these really good looking and fit dudes were not competition for the tremendously hot girl skaters we worked with! Not only that, the gay dudes: 1) always had a supply of good drugs 2) would go to the club with the girls, which was the last place I wanted to go 3) would go shopping with the girls, which REALLY was the last place I wanted to go with the girls 4) were normally the kindest people you could meet. So if the girl skaters wanted to hook up with or go out with a guy - they didn't have much choice but the crew - and did i mention i was part of the crew? The gears turned slowly in my head and i realized that if i could be my somewhat funny, smart and kind self that I had pretty good odds of having some type of relationship with one of these girls - ALL of whom would have been the prettiest girl in my town. It was pretty mind-blowing. Fast forward a month. I had become good friends with another crew guy named Paul and we managed to form a little group with a few of the girl skaters who like us preferred the bar to the club. One of the girls, Anne - had broken up with her girlfriend just before tour started, so in spite of the fact that i thought she was really pretty and cool as well, i didn't think she liked guys. looking back i think that helped me be more at ease around her because there wasn't this constant thought in my head about trying to hook up with her which inevitably would turn me awkward. The more we hung out naturally the more we learned about each other and i learned that she had boyfriends in the past as well. Eventually as I grew to know more and more of the female skaters - i realized that many of them had been with both girls and guys - and this was something that I wholeheartedly approved of. (that's it for now - kinda tired - but this will heat up soon. fyi some of the details here aren't fully fleshed out due to time or whatever but this is real - and having spent about 7 years with these shows - i could write a book with all of the crazy shit that happened and never even mention the sex. My first (and 2nd and 3rd - and last) - threesome experiences. The numerous occasions where i had sex while my room mate paul was in the room - unfortunately sleeping or pretending as i wanted to see him having sex in a bad way and always hoped he'd join in. so much to cover. feel free to leave comments by the way. hopefully i'll have more for you soon and hopefully i'll be able to accurately paint a picture of what went down and you'll be inspired to get off from it. guys, girls - if you DO get turned on i'd love to hear about it. - thanks)
[video=youtube;Xlac7NLnsPI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xlac7NLnsPI[/video] Found out about Lori Carson from her work with The Golden Palominos. Highly recommended.
The play is almost over. Three more shows. In the meantime I've been crashing either at my mom's haus or with friends. Lousy part- they still haven't started work on my haus. The contractor got interrupted by the city of Dunedin (really neurotic about their building codes) so it's back to the drawing board. No idea how long it'll take. To my landlord's credit, she's getting us a hotel room right by our house so we can go about our lives. We declined initially because we thought we would be displaced only a week or so but it's going on three as of now. Aside from that, everything is pretty good. Already lined up my next theatre gig (backstage plus a walk on part). Planning to enroll at the local college for the technical theatre degree program. Can't wait for that one. Thanks to all for the outpouring of moral support. Doing my best, like I do. -T
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