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To each and everyone
  
This is (probably) the last blog God Plz keep me away from computers don't let my fingers go astray plz i beggggggggg) I'll be busy entertaining the love of my life STEVE, use ur imagination ohhhhh haaaa GOODBYE.Farewell to all the comments-
To everything we knew...
Goodbye to all the gossip
And drama we've been through.

Goodbye to all the good times.
I'll hold them in my heart
And try to think about them
While we're thousands of miles apart.

Goodbye to empty friendships
And all the promises we made.
We can still read blogs and profiles
As our memories start to fade.

Goodbye, sleepless nights & days
Farewell typing, webcam, & ym
And those nights we stayed up chatting...
Remember, it was always about ‘them’.
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Finally Jun 11, 2008 3:38 am
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He gathered me into his arms and pressed his hips to mine. Laying me down upon the gothic bed composed of black satin and silk sheets. Ebony lace of mid-evil nature draped like tar on the post with daemons heads.

Parting my legs with massive aggression, he placed his tongue upon me. Licking slowly up before burring his nose in. Moaning, my back arched into a million poses. He tickles his fingers into me. Pressing further as far as one can go. I lay teasing my nipples erect and pinching them to my hearts content. My body drives its hunger; my thoughts are of r*pe and animalistic $ex. Bondage and Domination cover my mind. He presses his middle finger into me as I feel my body roar. Sliding my fingers through his hair I coax him upwards to me in wanting.

Teasing his lips with my tongue I press his lips to mine and mingle them into one. Undressing him till nothing was left. His hard manhood pushing in between my legs, tracing the outer parts of my clit, making it thrives and pulse hotly. And the tables turn, flipping him to his muscular back and dragging my sharp nails down his shoulders up his chest. Casting my glow upon him as the devil I shall become.

Straddling him with one leg as far apart from the other as possible, I grind into him. Taking out a red crimson scarf that I have used to torture my last soul, I smiled at him. Tying him tightly to the post and giving no mercy. I insert him into me, f*cking him harder as my rhythm glides and increases. Taking my fingers and intertwining them with his nipples, I grasp and use his erect tool to pull him into me more, riding him into an eternity of nothing but pure bliss.

Using him literally just to achieve what I want. And I feel it arise, the sensation of full madness, the last step of my goal. I feel my body tremble over him as I tighten around him. Still not stopping and practically gratifying myself. And as I collapse onto him, he motions for more. And with one tragic bite, I let into him, His veins drying quickly into my mouth.

I quench my thirst for as long as I can. And when he is drained I leave him alive. Not by much but enough to see my nude body leave the room, and him left unsatisfied...
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Fingertip Vibrating Massager Jun 11, 2008 3:31 am
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I just saw a television commercial for the Fingertip Vibrating Massager. Ladies for U.S. $19.99 plus S&H you can have the latest personal massager at your fingertip. Now enjoy moments of pleasure anywhere you can steal some privacy, in the washroom or in your booth at work. Only limited by your immagination. This item is HOT, HOT, HOT! Perfect for unattached ladies! Google it
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To Breathe... Jun 8, 2008 11:47 am
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You kiss me
softly
in the hollow
of my neck.

Your lips send
shivers
down my spine
making me
want you
making me
w e t.
I pull at your shirt
and
in a graceful rush
we strip.

staring...

you at me
I at you.

I make my move.
Touch you
where
I know
you like it.
Kiss you
where
I know
you crave it.
Tease you
where
I know
it aches.

Your hands
run over
my flesh.
Every inch
you know
there is nothing
left
to explore.

Yet everything
is new.

You lay me down.
The sheets feel
fresh
and smell
clean.
Your fingers
move in rhythm
with my
breathing.

Your tongue
explores
between my lips.

You ask me
to close
my eyes.
I hold my
breath.
I can hear

everything.

I can feel
you near.

And then
there is
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
complete and utter
darkness,
silence.
I wait.
I worry.
I whimper
I beg.
I plead.
I cry...
silently.
Inside
it’s a miracle

I explode.

I feel you
I gasp for
air
I've forgotten
how to
breathe.

Remind me.

Because
in this moment,
breathing
is not
real...
The world
falls
and all that is left
in this realm
is this bed
with the two
of us
intertwined
so that
there is nothing
but us.
I am you.
You are me.
And you
are
reminding me
to breathe.
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Taste like... Jun 8, 2008 12:24 am
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I cannot whistle. Or make a kiss mark. Not even on my forearm. I’ve been practicing since high school. No use. Still can’t. It’s like dancing. I have no rhythm. Like telling a lie, still working on it. I’m almost there. Same as eating Brussels’ sprouts, you need a lot of water to swallow it. And then... there is still the taste.

There are lots of things I cannot do; like saying ‘I love you’ if I don’t really mean it. Anyway, giving compliments is also not my thing. I tend to use it sparingly. Only if genuinely deserves and necessary. People usually know if they did well. You do not need to tell them. Often they think they do even if not. Ironically. Like, thinking easily that they have ‘it’. I cannot do that too. Funny thing is... some who does don’t and ones who don’t do.

I cannot change myself. Not that I really tried. The truth is I have no desire to do so. It is Goddamn difficult being me. I bump everywhere. Rub on anything. But there is nobody I rather be. My favourite (simply because I like to fool myself that I really can relate to it) song says: “I run out of places and friendly places because I have to be free.” Truly true. And I never regret one minute of it
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Hmmmm Jun 3, 2008 12:22 pm
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Brown and sweet
Warm to the touch
Have it each day
In every which way
If you can afford, that is
For something so unique
You have to pay for it
No joy such as this is free
Just enjoy the exotic taste
The pure luxury experience
Of extra –ordinary- delicious
fresh, hot, Hmmm... coffee.

You were just fed a big bowl of What the F*ck.
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Sadly i don't have... Jun 2, 2008 12:23 pm
Mood: naughty, 268 Views
How I long to write
a literary piece that
contains something
that makes me sweat at night.

A poem that will burn me
with desire, will consume
me with lust, with euphoric orgasm.

How I wish I have the right words
to let you know how thoughts of you
guide my hand beneath my
clothes and touch my moisten crevice.

Same words that will make me thumb
my knob, like a minstrel strumming
the strings of an acoustic guitar.

A pair of shy silent lips
that hushes your lust
but welcomes you with a wet strong embrace
for little death.

How I long to create a literary rhythm
that will make me arch my back,
and moan like myriads of sirens
underneath my blanket of eroticism.

And send me into the field
of arousing fantasies of a variety of
sexual positions, of intertwined
naked bodies, of curled toes.

That makes me spread my
legs, welcoming your invisible hard organ,
your meat to fill this void inside of me
to penetrate me, to desecrate me.

The ecstasy makes my skin pregnant
with sweat of passion, of lust,
gasping, pleasing, moaning, begging
for more, to satisfy my insatiable appetite.

Leaving my nipples erect,
breasts moving up and down as I initiate
you thrusting inside of me.

I wish I have the right words
to let know how desperately I want
you inside of me, to consume me,
to be part of my nocturnal ritual.

Sadly, I don't have.
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Is it Viagra's fault??? Jun 2, 2008 11:20 am
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Jester, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical.

A few days later the doctor saw Jester walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.

A couple of days later the doctor spoke to Jester and said, "You're really doing great, aren't you?"

Jester replied, "Just doing what you said, Doc. 'Get a hot mamma and be cheerful."

The doctor said, "OMG! I didn't say that. I said, 'You've got a heart murmur. Be careful.'"
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USELESS... Jun 2, 2008 1:13 am
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I see his _____
Big and long
And think: “beautiful”
What is the use of it
(Just) hanging there?
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Are you not Jun 2, 2008 1:11 am
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My ____ is made
of melon suede,
topped with a cherry petit-four.

And you can’t evade
the signal made
by her ruddy cabbage semaphore.

Must I persuade
by rhymed tirade?
my salmon’s filleted;
my crème? Bruléed.
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Erotic Tree Jun 2, 2008 1:09 am
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sometimes a man's got to do
what a man's got to do
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