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....this time with feeling...
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Publié :23/5/2009 7h52
Dernière mise à jour :23/5/2009 15h12 2191 vues
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I realize that I have been gone for quite a while, so let me start this off with a little recap: I moved to this area last summer and have been slowly getting used to the place - people here are just different (i.e. when someone asks if you like riding, they are usually referring to horses, not other people - talk about a bit of embarrassment the first time that little misunderstanding happened). But I find I rather like it here, so I am making every effort to fit in.
So after all of that, let me get to the meat of this post - get your mind out of the gutter, not that kind of meat, you see what I mean about having a different mindset here. I was visiting some folks a couple of weeks ago in Minnesota and texted one of my friends to see if they wanted to hang out before I left and got the text back of "no not tonight, have a good flight back". Seriously?!?! Did you have a headache? Shall I just pop back up next weekend when it is more convenient for you? Ah well, I can't pretend I am not a little hurt at being forgotten so quickly, but I suppose it is a pretty clear sign that it is time to move on with life and I will simply trust that there are better things coming. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going for a ride on Hank (my horse  )
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Where the hell have you been?
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Publié :14/8/2008 19h44
Dernière mise à jour :22/5/2009 15h05 2648 vues
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As one or two of you may have noticed, I have not been on this site much over the last month or so. I could just say that I have just been super busy with work (which I really was...really) or that it isn't you, it's me; or that I lost your number or some other obvious bull, but, you, gentle readers, deserve better than that.
Actually, in the spirit of the site, I was having amazing sex every night for the last month and have been too exhausted to write anything in a blog. Ok, I can't pull that off with a straight face, but it sounds so lame to just be exhausted by work. Luckily, things are settling down a bit with the new job and I can devote more time to my blogging activites. Now, if only I could devote some of that time to the "amazing sex" part, life would be pretty darn peachy.
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10 Great Things About passion
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Publié :27/7/2008 17h15
Dernière mise à jour :22/5/2009 15h08 3217 vues
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I realize that over the last several weeks with the move and all, my blog posts have taken a decidely negative tone. This week, I decided it was time to count my blessings and think about what I enjoy from this website. So here is my list, feel free to give some of yours as well:
1.) The Ego Boost
With men outnumbering women on this site by at least 10 to 1, it never fails that we females get a nice ego stroke every time we log on. If I am ever feeling down, I can usually log on here and read at least one or two emails telling me that I am funny, smart, cute or have a great rack - believe me, sometimes a girl just needs to hear it.
2.) Cock
Lots and lots of cock - any size, shape, color or type you want, all right there and on display for me to peruse, because really, when it comes down to it, this blog is all about me.
3.) It is informative/educational
Someone finally told me what "rimming" is - now can someone define "gonzo" for me?
4.) Always good for a laugh
Aside from the obvious humor that can be found in some profiles, a few people actually mean for their profiles to be funny, Package1971 is a great example of this
5.) Variety
Pretty much any sort of activity you are interested in can be found on this site. To think, I had considered myself fairly experienced and adventurous before I started chatting here, I now realize that I am a total newbie and babe in the woods so to speak.
6.) Cock
Did I mention how much I love the fact that there is pretty much any kind of cock to be had here
7.) Instant Gratification
Just like Domino's Pizza, you order the guy pretty much just like you want him and he shows up on your doorstep - many of them offer the 30 minutes or less guarantee as well
8.) Lots and lots of pics
Hell, who needs playgirl?
9.)Fun people, and yes, even a few good friends to be found on here
I have met lots of nice people on here, not necessarily for anything sexual, but just generally nice people who are fun to talk to, have a beer with or to simply hang out
10.) Cock
Have I already said that? I am a bit preoccupied these days, what can I say
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Ask, and you shall receive!!!
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Publié :21/7/2008 19h15
Dernière mise à jour :24/7/2008 16h27 2498 vues
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Every once in a great while, there happens so amazing a coincidence that you simply have to share it with the world. After my little birthday wish to find some wine in this dry little corner of Arkansas along with a local hottie, passion saw fit to deliver to my doorstep a tall, hot European guy, complete with graduate degree and accent. It was as though I ordered him straight off the internet (which I suppose I sort of did).
We never actually made it to the wine store - we cooked dinner here and raided my wine cellar, but it was well worth the missed field trip. I think I am starting to like Arkansas better already.
Oh, and by the way, passion-gods, I would like to win the lottery as well. If that is asking a bit too much, I will settle for a well-put-together, brilliant, titled Brit next....hey, a girl can always hope...
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It's my birthday and there isn't a liquor store for miles
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Publié :19/7/2008 11h04
Dernière mise à jour :19/7/2008 15h56 2646 vues
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I am not sure what possessed me to move a week before my birthday, but here I am, sitting at home on my birthday in a dry county (I didn't even know those still existed in this country).
Oh well, all is not lost - I have made it my mission to find a liquor store and pick up a celebratory bottle of champagne. If all goes really well, along the way, I will find some 6'3, highly educated, hot, Italian guy with a sexy accent and loose morals (although I am hoping that is a given with the "guy" requirement).
Wish me luck, y'all!
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I swore I would never be one of those people
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Publié :19/7/2008 10h56
Dernière mise à jour :19/7/2008 16h20 2781 vues
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I have always taken pride in my ability to be entertained, if only by myself. Granted, it may simply be (and likely is) that I am easily amused - but I always swore that I was never going to be one of those people whining about being bored. It always struck me as a lack or imagination or creativity if you couldn't find something to occupy your time to allow yourself to get to the point of boredom, but here I am, just over a week in Arkansas and bored senseless.
Part of this is due to idea that a number of my normal diversions are missing (an established social network, being in a smaller locale where there simply isn't as much "stuff", and really pathetic - even cable TV). However, a larger part of this is due the fact that I have run into more people on chat who aren't even open to a "friend with benefits" situation.
Apparently, guys in my little corner of the world are interested only in anonymous encounters to basically get off, I guess. No hanging out beforehand and especially not afterwards. There was even one guy who wanted nothing but lunch time quickies. Let's just examine this for a moment:
15 minutes driving home from work
2 minutes to get undressed and unlock the door
5 minutes to get redressed, reapply makeup, etc
15 minutes drive back to the office
and 5 minutes to find a parking space and get to the desk -
that leaves a grand total of 18 minutes to:
get in the mood
have the quickie
perform requisite post-coital cuddling
optionally, smoke a cigarette (personally, I avoid this step to devote to extra foreplay)
Really though - what is so scary about having a conversation with someone you are going to fuck? If you are that worried that you are going to be judged or that stories of your kinks are going to get out, perhaps you should just take a trip to vegas and get a hooker - after all, what happens in vegas stays in vegas, you have no gaurantees anywhere else. To sum up this little rant - if you do not want to know my name and can't spend a couple of hours getting to know me before asking me to suck your cock, please don't waste my time or yours by writing. If you are interested in at least saying hello and discussing a world event or two before hoping into bed, give me a call...please....before I join a convent....or before the batteries in my vibrator die....
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And some guys wonder why they can't get a date...
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Publié :13/7/2008 14h30
Dernière mise à jour :1/6/2009 4h54 2919 vues
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I have recently moved to Arkansas and as such, have been checking out the profiles for the area. Mind you - I have widened my search outside of passion, but when I came across this profile, it really made me long for the straight forward, usually not so rude approach to finding a female that many of the guys on this site take:
OK this is going to sound extremely shallow but here goes. [Dude, if you have to start off with this, perhaps your should re-think looking for a date among mere mortal women]
I don't know what happened to the women in Arkansas, but ya'll need to get to the gym. Are they putting something in the water or just loading the local farm animals with steroids! Seriously, doing a search on here was disappointing and I almost deleted my account. Now, I'm not saying looks are everything [well, except for me - you had damn near be a super model if I am going to let you wigggle on this catch, baby] , but lets face it, physical attraction is the initial basis that relationships grow on. So, check your BMI and if you're tipping above 28 it may be time to get a workout routine [or what? should we crawl under a rock so as to not offend your delicate sensibilities with our hideous appearances?].
I'm a tall, athletic, clean and looking for someone special to spend some time with. I'm a professional who works hard, but likes to play hard. I hope you enjoy motorcycling, hiking, and other outdoor activities. I also enjoy cuddling up on the couch and intimacy is a huge part of a relationship [but only if you are really hot, otherwise you are not worthy to clean my house - did I mention that I am quite a catch???]. I may be 37 but I don't feel or act it [obviously, and I have the maturity of a 12 year old boy]. Most people think I'm 30.
Looking for an athletic and energetic woman to get to know and see what happens after that. I really should delete the first few sentences as that isn't my real personality [or at least not the part that I show people, that was only when I use my inside voice]. I actually care a great deal about peoples feelings [no really, I do - but only if you are hot]. In fact, my overweight patients seem to really like talking to me about their weight problems and getting help. I tend to not beat around the bush about anything, and I think that's what's encouraging to them. I can also tell you that when they do go lose the weight and start to live healthier, it's life changing for them. They are confident, energetic, and have an almost magnetic personality during these times. Well, best of luck to you and your search for the ultimate partner and best friend [you pathetic people who can only find a date on the internet, oh wait a minute - I mean the rest of you people who can only find a date on the internet - I am just here because my sparkling personality is too bright for actually meeting people in social settings].[COLOR red]
Anyway, I think I will send him a note and beg to let me bear his child.
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If you can't say something nice....
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Publié :22/6/2008 19h13
Dernière mise à jour :14/8/2008 19h15 2646 vues
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I put up two new pics this week, bringing my picture total to 3. Hopefully, it will not sound too horribly conceited when I say that my first pic is rated a 9.50 with about 100 votes, what kind of yanks my chain is the fact that the two other photos, one of which I like, the other not so much, have scores of 7.0 and 4.5 respectively (granted, since they have been put up this week, both have under 10 votes each). Regardless, what the fuck?
The thing is, why would someone go out of their way to "vote" down a photo of someone else - they aren't really out there so much for people to judge as to let people know what I look like to determine if they would like to meet me. Am I really hideous? What did I do wrong with this second set of pictures? Are these people on some sort of sick power trip to hide their own insecurities? Can I claim self defense when I track down the twits who put in those votes and beat them with their own shoes?
Please, please someone tell me I am pretty, because obviously I base my entire self-worth on this whole "voting" thing (is the dripping sarcasm coming through ok?). Thank goodness I have a few others qualities to fall back on here. Oh well, I am off to get some beauty sleep - none of which I will be losing over the whole "am I attractive" question, because honestly, if you have to ask, you don't want the answer
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So mean, but hilarious
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Publié :17/6/2008 16h06
Dernière mise à jour :19/7/2008 15h58 2568 vues
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Typically, I am not one to share jokes, but this made me laugh so hard, I had to post. Please note that it was made all the funnier in that one of my friends sent it to me with the name of someone I am not fond of and I substituted in Paris Hilton's name (someone else I am not that terribly fond of, but hold nothing against personally). So here it is, hope you find it amusing as well (and feel free to substitute in that evil bitch you hate's name in there - it makes it that much better):
Paris Hilton and two of her whorish friends die horrible, violent deaths after a night of excessive drinking and unprotected sex with a crackhead they picked up at the bus depot. As they enter the pearly gates of Heaven, St. Peter says “We have just one rule here ‒ no stepping on the ducks.”
So they stagger in through the pearly gates, still bowl-legged after a final night on earth of hard fucking, and sure enough, there are ducks all over the place. It is almost impossible not to step on a duck, and although they try their best to avoid them, one of Paris' friends accidentally steps on one while being distracted trying to pick the dingleberries out of her ass.
Along comes St. Peter with the ugliest man she ever saw. St. Peter chains them together and says, “Your punishment for stepping on a duck is to spend eternity chained to this ugly man!”
The next day, Paris' other friend accidentally steps on a duck during a bout of temporary blindness from psoriasis flakes, and along comes St. Peter. With him is another extremely ugly man. He chains them together with the same admonishment as for the first woman.
Paris has observed all this and, not wanting to be chained for all eternity to an ugly man, is very, VERY careful where she steps, even going so far as cutting back to only a liter of vodka a day to improve her coordination.
She manages to go months without stepping on any ducks, but one day St. Peter comes up to her with the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on....very tall, long eyelashes, muscular.
St. Peter chains them together without saying a word.
Paris belches, cocks up a leg to let one rip, snorts, wipes her nose with her shirt sleeve, and says, “Fuckin-A, what the fuck did I do to deserve being chained to your hot piece of ass for all of eternity?”
The guy says, “I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck.”
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What's with the dead animal photos?
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Publié :15/6/2008 18h12
Dernière mise à jour :18/6/2008 16h37 2558 vues
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It is pretty obvious that profiles with photos get more attention than those without, and dick pics are by far the most rampant out there, but I really don't understand the second biggest set of photos: men with dead animals. Go have a look, there are pictures of guys with fish, deer, a lion, and even with blow up dolls (ok, I know that doesn't actually qualify as a dead animal, but I had to bring it up because it just made me laugh).
So really - what are guys hoping to accomplish by showing us such photos? Are we suppose to understand that you are able to provide food for us in case you don't provide a good orgasm, or are we simply supposed to be impressed with your manly ruggedness by being outdoorsy in general (ok, I admit, that part will get me - I love the photos with pretty scenery, mountains, beaches, whatever, I just perfer that you not kill something to justify the picture)? I would love to have someone explain this phenomenon to me, but in the meantime, I will simply enjoy the entertainment
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