Sex at the 25 year class reunion...

I’ve been away “reuniting” with former classmates… eh hmmm. Delaynee will return within a few days, and you’ll finally get to hear all about her night of love making with her new sexy stud Gavin. If you want to read about my steamy sexcapades, make sure you check out my RSS feed at Cougar Talk. I’ll be posting all about it soon. Kisses, Kate Mercer P.S. I am still a Cougar if the man I am fucking is only 20 days younger than me, right?

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Getting oral with Kari

(Contains adult situations.)

This is a continuation from my last post “First lover! First love?” involving Kari, the first girl I ever had sex with. The story was the most explicit, graphic description of sex I’ve ever attempted. It’s rather long but I think it’s a pretty good story. Check it out if you haven’t.

In one weekend I lost my virginity and made love three more times with Kari. It was the start of a closer relationship. In the following weeks we would regularly have dinner together and — as our dorms were next door to each other — sometimes study together; throwing in some kissing and petting as a break from school work if we could find a little privacy.

And we waited for our next opportunity to have sex. Although we wanted each other desperately we also thought it rather tacky to ask our roommates to disappear for an hour or two so that we could get it on.

It wasn’t until nearly two weeks after our first sex session that I called Kari one afternoon we didn’t have class and told her that my roommate would be on a field trip for most of the afternoon.

In just a few minutes she was walking through my door. Soon as I closed the door she was reaching down to pull off her shirt but I stopped her. I said that we had plenty of time and we didn’t need to rush.

I insisted that she let me take off all her clothes. I did so slowly, focusing my attention on one part of her body and then another. I was trying to burn the image of every part of her naked body on my brain.

By the time I pulled off her panties I was ready to work on my cunnilingus technique. I worked back and forth between her pussy and breasts and within about 15 minutes Kari was trying to stifle her screams as she reached orgasm. I had yet to remove one piece of my own clothing.

I told her I’d be right back as I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth and remove the taste of her wetness from my mouth. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste. I just assumed she’d prefer it if my breathe were fresher.

I was naked within seconds of getting back to the room. I handed Kari a condom. I loved to watch her put it on me. I laid her on the floor, crawled on top and plunged my penis into her. The rug was rough on my knees so after about five minutes I got up and sat on my desk chair.

I intently watched Kari as she threw her leg over me. She grabbed by penis and rubbed its tip around her pussy. She slapped her clitoris with it a few times and then guided it inside her.

We were in that position for some time. For awhile she’d ride me sliding up and down on my pole — sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Then we’d kiss and just rock back and forth together. And then I’d thrust up into her.

Next, I moved Kari over to the bunk beds and had her hold onto one of the support bars that was a bit over her head. She leaned forward and stuck her ass up into the air. I came up from behind and slid into her, leaning forward and grabbed her breasts. I kissed her back and shoulders as I massaged her tits and moved my hand down and worked her clitoris. Then I stood up and bent back a bit so that I could see my penis going into her vagina. This put me into a delirium. I had improved from our first sessions, but I still wasn’t an experienced lover. I was starting to cum before I was ready so I just grabbed the sides of her ass and started banging into her while trying to stifle my own cries of pleasure.

After we were done she told me that she’d be having her period soon and we wouldn’t be doing anything sexual over the weekend. Actually that didn’t exactly turn out to be the case.

On Saturday evening we ended up in my dorm watching “Saturday Night Live.” After it was over we went back to the secluded spot in my dorm where we had first made out. We kissed and made out and talked for some time. Before we knew it, it was about 2:30 a.m. She said that she’d better go back to her room but first slid down onto the floor in front of me.

There wasn’t a noise, not a person around. Kari looked up at me as she started rubbing my crotch. It didn’t take long for me to get hard. The next thing I knew Kari was unzipping my pants. She pulled out my penis and sucked on it a little getting it wet. Then she jerked me for a while before going back to fellatio. The only sucking of my dick she had done before was mostly as a tease.

She was fairly intense so it wasn’t long that I whispered in her ear that I was getting close. She hesitated. I guess she was running the options through her mind. She looked around, I think to see what she could do with me when I came.

But she was soon sucking the tip as she stroked the base and I started ejaculating into her mouth. She continued sucking and swallowed just about everything. It was oddly erotic and disgusting all at the same time.

After she put my penis away Kari told me that she’d never swallowed before but figured I’d swallowed so much of her wetness that she could return the favor.

That turned out to be the only time in my life that a lover swallowed my cum.

It took awhile but after we had dated awhile my wife did start to suck my penis. From the first time to the last I would tell her when I was getting ready to orgasm and she’d stop sucking and just jerk me until I came all over my stomach.

That last time was probably a good 18 years ago. I can’t imagine what she’d say now if I suggested, “if we’re only going to have intercourse once a month the least you could do is suck me off once in a while.”

No, I don’t think that would have the desired effect.

For now I’ve got to be content with my faded memory of  every part of Kari’s body. I should have studied my books as closely as I studied her body.

No Amazon Titties, Though

I’ve been watching this one, waiting for a more complete report of the flora and fauna of Papua’s lost world. Of course, the information released to the general public is as sparse as the cunt hair on an octopus. It’s been reviewed by the same assholes who told us 9/11 was caused by improper termite prevention (fuck you, Orkin Man) and edited accordingly. The actual findings have been watered down to seem harmless: fanged frogs, bats and gigantic lizards that chase kangaroos up trees. That would be charming, if it were true. It’s obvious that they spun the “giant rat with no fear of humans” to evoke adorable images of Attack of the Killer Shrews.

Fortunately, I have come into possession of Dr. McGavin’s original journal, splattered with the entrails of four unlucky scientists who “were never part of the expedition.” Allow me to share some exerpts:

“This morning, after Dr. Anne Lindy – botanist – sucked my cock and made breakfast, the rest of us began to map the area around the campsite. We cataloged several interesting beetles and dared my graduate student, Jackson, to eat one. Motherfucker actually did it. We didn’t even have to offer him money… I respect Marcus Kim for his valuable work evaluating the calls of the many species of non-migratory birds in the area, but there’s no fucking way I’m dipping my dick into Anne’s asshole if he’s already spread concrete in there. We’re running out of condoms…

“Jackson has apparently contracted some kind of disease and he’s being a real dickhole about it. Dr. Kim recorded a screeching howl in the middle of the night that sounded distinctly similar to King Kong. Anne was frightened, but I gave her a little warm milk to help her sleep… We decided at lunch to explore a patch of dense undergrowth to the west of the campsite. Our entomologist, Richard Pradence, stepped into a crevasse and was drug into the darkness below. We shined our flashlights into the depths and could see Morlocks feasting on his fucking face. No shit…

“Some kind of big ass rat got into the marshmallows while we were loading Dr. Lindy like a shotgun (over and under). Without marshmallows, the chocolate bars and graham crackers are worthless. In my rage, I threw them into the jungle. If things keep going like this, we may have to eat Jackson… Never mind eating Jackson. The boils on his face and nuts exploded. He looks like a Chinese finger trap… The condoms are gone. We have to take our chances pulling out and blasting Anne in the face. I’m trying to be calm for the others, but things are looking desperate…

“We found some other fucked up animals today and took some pictures. An ant the size of a football chewed Marcus’ eyeballs out. I tried to catch him, but he apparently has some kind of biologically-based molecular transporter. We stuffed Dr. Kim’s head with bromeliad, a common flowering plant that is well-known for its ability to keep your fucking brains from leaking out. For fun, I put Dr. Kim’s cock in the festering mucous that used to be Jackson’s throat and told him it was sloppy seconds. Still, I can’t help but feel uneasy…

“I’m pretty sure Marcus is dead. A pterodactyl snatched him from his lawn chair, flew straight up for about 200 feet, and was eaten mid-air by an enormous fire-breathing turtle with makeup on. This cross-dressing Gamera is the find of a lifetime, but I take no joy in it. Anne is on her period and she’s turned into a total bitch. This expedition is over.”

See? It’s not all grunting fish and geckos. Science is serious business, friends. And I guaran-damn-tee you that these kinds of discoveries have always been, and will always be, hidden from the masses. Think about all the other sightings of Transvestii Gamera that have been covered up. Armstrong saw him on the moon. He flew over Woodstock. He caused the Chicago fire of 1971. Need proof? Ask the government. If they say it didn’t happen, then it definitely did.

ZIF Video of The Week: Tash and Ass

There is an inherent temptation to post brand spanking new material in this segment. However, this video fits the stringent criteria we set, and hell, it’s only 60 days ripened. Tash is the classic “your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper” type persona. His commitment to spitting lyrical hammers demonstrates his seriousness, yet his comedic punchlines keep it entertaining and lighthearted. Nobody wants to strain their brain all the time, and for those of you blasting Slug and Aesop 24/7, Tash is a breath of fresh air.

I’m not sure if ‘DX and Amalgam ever got their shit together with this bikini competition, but if there’s any non-maillot ass out there, bet your bottom dollar I’ll find you some.

MPFREE: Tash – New Bikini

Weekend Link Dump

Rihanna in Yet Another See Thru (Yeeeah)

Heather Graham’s Hotness Comeback Continues (The Grumpiest)

Is Jennifer Love Hewitt Being Photoshopped? (Popoholic)

Annalynne McCord’s Boobs Are About to Pop Out! (Moe Jackson)

Well Hello Mariah Carey’s Nipples (Celebslam)

Gary Busey Attempts to Speak (Manofest)

Hillary Duff Has Tits! (Popoholic)

The Hottest Ladies Over 40 (Bleacher Report)

5 Lessons We Can All Learn From Mr. T (Becks)

The 10 Worst Movies to Open at #1 (Coed)

Welcome Back Salma Hayek’s Tits (Moe Jackson)

8 Reasons to Hate Notre Dame (World of Isaac)

Small Girls With Big Boobs (Spewf)

Let’s Play “Guess the Athlete’s Ass”! (Ingamenow)

Random Pictures of Tits (Funtasticus)

Stop the sexual revolution, I want to get on

When I hit college the sexual revolution wasn’t anything new. Hippies and their free love had largely faded from the scene. Within a few years disco would rear it’s ugly head.

Traditional attitudes surrounding love and sex, or just sex were still very much in evidence. While I knew some people who were fully engaged in the sexual revolution many more clung to more conservative ideas. What the sexual revolution had done for my generation was make the idea of sex before marriage acceptable to many or most. We had not reached, however, the idea that it was OK to screw anyone whenever you wanted.

Love did have something to do with it. Ideas of courtship still held true. Two people would start dating and sex wouldn’t become part of the equation until later on — at least not until the fourth or fifth date anyway.

Now, my view is somewhat obscured on this. Unlike many of my classmates I didn’t drink in college. It was legal for 18-year-olds to drink beer and most people I knew did. I’d experienced alcoholism up close and I was afraid that there could be some familial tendency to the disease. It’s for that reason I decided when I was in high school not to drink until I graduated from college. That is a pledge I kept.

This eliminated visits to bars. I went on occasion but being sober surrounded by a bunch of drunks was not an enjoyable way to spend an evening. In retrospect I suppose if I had been more outgoing, more calculating, I could have had more sexual encounters by picking off girls whose reasoning had been dulled by drink.

Of course it’s said that alcohol can help drop one’s inhibitions. That could have also served me in those situations. Once I did start drinking, however, I never found that being a bit loose ever provided me with any edge.

So not going to bars kept me from that age-old form of sexual healing, the one-night-stand. Heaven knows I would have liked some.

In college my approach was the more traditional sex through love. I wasn’t alone. I was surrounded by people who were perfectly willing to follow at least an outline of the traditional rules of dating.

Within a few days of arriving on campus I set my sights on a girl in my dorm. Her name was Lori. What drew me to her was strictly physical. She was a fairly quiet girl, although not shy. I guess she just didn’t have a lot to say.

This was before I had recognized that I should stay away from shy girls. I came to learn that I don’t like shy people. In both friends and lovers what I really needed was someone who would compliment me, not mirror me. I hated being shy so I did not like others who were the same. I sought outgoing people.

So what was it that drew me to Lori? Well, not to put too fine a point on it but … it was her body. She was just about the model of a beautifully proportioned girl. I’m not talking the modern anorexic model but just your perfectly formed American woman.

Lori’s only weakness was her face. Actually, to be more specific, her smile. With her mouth closed she was pretty. But when she smiled her face took on a comic look and her front teeth were too small and gappy. She did have nice, medium-length brown hair.

Standing a bit over five-feet-five-inches tall, Lori had nicely set shoulders moving down to a pair of perfect breasts. If she were a young woman today everyone would suspect fake tits. But hers were far better than anything implants could achieve. She had some beautifully balanced, firm D-cups. I don’t know how many times I dreamed about unhooking her bra.

Her breasts were just the top of that sensational hourglass figure featuring a trim waist rounding out into an excellent if not exceptional ass. Her hourglass shape was more of a modern ideal as her hips weren’t as big as those desired decades or more before.

While I knew girls with longer, shapelier legs, Lori’s certainly served her well.

So that was it. Lori had a quiet sex appeal and I wanted her.

I’ve been very forthcoming about how some of my previous attempts at dating had progressed. This episode I don’t remember so well. I think it was probably about a month into fall quarter that I started to try to get Lori interested. I tried to be casual about it all by just tagging along when a group was doing something together. That was pretty common in the dorm.

Eventually I did ask her to do something with just me … she said “no.”

I’d already started to develop this obsessive interest in her not unlike the first crush I had Joyce in junior high. If you care I write about that in “A first shot at dating.”

That obsession pushed me to continue to pursue Lori even after she rejected me. It was easy though. I was already becoming good friends with her friends, one of whom was my dear college friend Joyce who I’ve also written about. To be clear, the Joyce in high school is not the same girl as the one in college. I should have given one of them a made-up name.

It was an odd situation. I was becoming genuinely good friends with Lori’s closest circle completely independent of my desire for her. You might ask, which came first, the friendships with Lori’s friends or the desire for Lori herself. It’s almost impossible for me answer that now. I guess it was simultaneous.

To make a long story short I kept up this obsession with Lori into the next quarter. While my new college friends were exploring the freedom of unencumbered dating I trudged on, day by day, focused completely on a girl who didn’t want me.

To this day I am puzzled by my behaviour. I can’t explain it. In hindsight I’m glad I didn’t end up with Lori. I don’t think we would have been a good match in the long term. I can think back on several women who I thought had just about everything that I wanted in a woman. The first was Jerri from high school.

So while I may have approached Lori using more conventional dating mores, ultimately all I really wanted to do was suck on her magnificent breasts and have hot, heavy sex with her.

Our sophomore year we achieved a kind of truce and had something that was almost a friendship. I spent a lot of time with her other friends so it was almost impossible not to. It was enough of a friendship that we started writing each other during the summer. Oddly enough we were able to write each other 10, 12 page letters. When we returned to school in the fall, however, we couldn’t keep a conversation going to save our lives. At the least we had gained an understanding of each other.

Given that history, what happened a few weeks after we graduated was even more extraordinary. But I’ll save that story for another day.

Spring quarter freshman year something happened that very quickly broke my obsession with Lori. More on that, or should I say “her,” next time.

Thursday Link Dump

Shirtless “Tough Guy” Gets His Ass Kicked (Barstool Sports)

Whitney Houston Dishes the Poop on Piece of Shit Bobby Brown (Yeeah)

Mischa Barton Looking Pretty Good in Some Lingerie (Popoholic)

Guess That Celebrity Tramp Stamp (City Rag)

Jessica Biel Pokies Alert (Glamzilla)

Eliza Dushku Rocks the Spandex (Celebrity Odor)

Vanessa Hudgens Looking Hot as Shit! (DJ Mick)

Seren Gibson and Friend are Topless (NSFWPOA)

The 9 Hottest Coach’s Daughters in Pro Sports History (Manofest)

Ciara is Wearing a See Thru! (Drunken Stepfather)

Aubrey O’Day just Doesn’t Like to Wear Clothes (Hollywood Tuna)

The 9 hottest Nigerian Women (Complex)

Nip Slips; A Gallery (ORSM)

Seduction in the park makes my pussy very wet.

Read after, “The Sexy Stud for Hire”.

            Gavin didn’t stick around for very long after our cup of coffee. He did give me his number though, and I considered asking him up to my place, but didn’t. In my heart I wanted to seduce him like the sexy Goddess I write about in my book. I never realized that perhaps I was not only jaded from the bad break up experience I’d had, but shy.

            Get me naked Gavin and I won’t be shy.

            I smiled thinking about him. It had been a long day at the store again. I was curious what he was doing and contemplated calling him.

            My manager called me on my cell just as I turned my “close” sign for the night.

            “Delaynee, I think that you should consider this offer of writing a companion book,” he said. “This writer is motivated, and it would be a breeze for you to write. He’s sent me a sample of his work and you’d be compatible.” 

            I was standing at the coffee counter when I heard my front door open. Gavin entered the store and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

            Our eyes met and we both smiled. He made his way over to me as I gave my manager the brush off.

            “Thank you, but my wind of change has just blown in.” 

            I quickly hung up, and went to wait on Gavin. 

            “It’s closing time again.” I said. “Am I going to have to extend my hours just for you?” 

            “Perhaps…After all, you make great coffee, and have the best companionship to offer.”

            We smiled. There was something so sexy about him even though he smelled like gasoline tonight or axel grease. His clothes were covered in black smears and I could tell he had been working hard.

            “What do you do for a living?”

            “I mostly work on cars, but I flip houses on my nights and weekends off.”

            I wish you’d flip me.

            “So, let me get this straight,” I said gazing into those gorgeous brown eyes of his. “You’re a mechanic, and you do construction? When do you have time to read?”

            He smiled and without hesitation reached across the counter and kissed me on the cheek.

            “Mmmmmm, you smell good Delaynee.”

            Without so much as missing a heartbeat, he went into his explanation.

            “I don’t own a television, so I read,” he said. “And I do other stuff.”

            I was stunned. I wanted him to kiss me on the lips this time.

            No don’t! Don’t kiss him. Wait. It will be alright, just breathe.

            I smiled.

            We spent hours sitting in my book shop, chatting about life and love.

            My pussy was melting and I knew if I had to get up from my chair there would be a puddle.

            “So tell me, what inspires you to write about the Goddess?”

            Oh shit, I was going to have to answer this.

            “It just comes from a place deep inside my soul and I just write about what I . . . enjoy,” I said.

            His eyes got big with excitement and I’m pretty sure his cock did too. He knew how the Goddess loved to suck and worship cocks, I’m sure he figured I did too.

            But again, I brushed him off.

            It’s late,” I said. “We should get to bed.”

            He raised his eyebrow.

            We both broke into laughter.

            “You know what I mean.”

            “Delaynee, tomorrow night, why don’t you let someone else close the shop, and you and I go to a movie?” 

            I nodded.

            “Okay.”

            I could hardly sleep at all that night. I tossed and turned. I wondered if a guy that good looking and covered in grease could be so sexy, how amazingly hot he’d be once he showered and put on cologne.

            My employee’s were more than happy to close the store so I could go on a date. They knew it had been awhile and we’re so excited for me that one of them went out and bought me some new perfume while she was on her break.

            I slipped out of work 2 hours before my date. I took a long hot bath and did an extra close shave on my pussy because I was actually considering, maybe having sex with Gavin.

            After I blew my hair dry and curled it I put on a sparse amount of makeup. I checked my appearance in the mirror.

            I wore a simple skirt, cotton t-shirt and a pair of strappy sandals that made my legs look fantastic. I ran a brush through my long hair and sprayed a little perfume on my neck and rubbed some lip gloss across my lips.

            I was so happy that I called my manager.

            “I’m ready,” I said. “I’ll collaborate with another author on a companion book.” 

            “It’s too late,” he said. “The author has changed his mind.”

            I was a little disappointed, but not for long when Gavin knocked on my door.

            He looked so damn yummy when I opened it. He had on a pair of sandals, dress shorts and a simple t-shirt too. We could have been Barbie and Ken except we are both brunettes.

            It was a beautiful late summer evening. Gavin and I walked down the street to where they were showing a movie in the park.  

We selected a private spot beneath a tall tree, and gently lay a blanket across the grass. 

Gavin had brought a thermos of cider, caramel popcorn and a small lantern. We got comfortable on the blanket as a classic love story movie was projected onto the side of the building.

The warm glow of the lamp added the perfect touch of romance to the setting. We kept stealing glances from each other as he sat on his bottom, and leaned back on his hands.

“Come to me Delaynee.”

Right here, now? I wish.

I slipped out of my shoes and nestled in beside his warm body. We fit together like a puzzle pieces.

The cool night breeze blew my hair and at time gently brushed across his face. He’d lean his head onto mine and I could feel him kiss the top of my head.

This guy is so sweet and sexy. Meow.

Gavin poured me a cup of cider and playfully fed me some of the caramel corn. I played along and returned the favor.

We couldn’t take our eyes off each other, and soon forgot all about the movie.

My heart was racing. I felt like a teenager.

Gavin leaned down to me and placed a tender kiss on my lips.

            I was filled with mixed emotions and I could tell by the way Gavin was looking at me that he was waiting to follow my lead.

            I smiled.

            He knew I wanted him.

            He took our glasses and sat them on the side, off the blanket.

            He took me into his arms, and brushed his lips across mine again, lightly at first, then more passionately.

            We lay down on the blanket as the moonbeams washed our faces with its gentle light.

            The film played in the background while we discovered each others powerful sexual touch.

            I pulled back from him and whispered in his ear.

            “It’s been four long years since I’ve felt a man’s touch other than on paper.”

            “Mmmmmm, do you like it?”

            I continued to kiss Gavin and then guided his hand to my bottom.

            He pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes, making sure I was alright.

            “I’m not going to break.” 

            He kissed my lips, cheek, and earlobe. He made his way down my sweet neck, devouring my flesh with his moist lips. He gently rubbed my bottom, and I did the same to him.

We exchanged silent, private gasps of breath. We realized we were in public, but enjoyed the light petting of each others bodies outside our clothes.

Drip.

My cunt was starting to leak. It felt good. It felt right.

Gavin stopped kissing me and reached into his bag. He pulled out a book bound in a plain brown wrapper.

            “I have something for you Delaynee.”

            Holding me close, he turned up the lamp just a little. He quietly reads to me a story of two lovers that were destined to meet. I began to get into the story, and help him turn the pages. He would read a verse, then I would finish. He read another.

            “You’re different.  No one gets you.”

            I finished the verse.

            “Or at least that’s what you think.” 

            They turn the page, and it’s blank. 

            “It’s beautiful Gavin, you should finish it.” 

            “I wrote it for you, before I even knew you were you,” he said. “I call it, ‘Companion for the Goddess.’”  

            I realized that he was the author my manager told me of, and that he was the man that spoke to my employee. 

            “It was you?”

            “Now that I know you, I didn’t want to let it end.” 

            He pulled me to him in a loving embrace, and kissed me so deeply.

I gasped as I pulled away from him. I smiled a naughty smirk.

            “Ah ha…the Goddess has a playmate.”

            I took his face into my hands, and kissed him with every inch of my being. His taste was intoxicating, and I was hungry for him.

            We didn’t stick around for the movie to end. We headed back to my place to write our own bedtime story.

          Our to fuck each other into exhaustion… yum.

Tuesday Link Dump

Wake Up With Some Tasteful Nudity (Barstool Sports)

Kansas City High School Cheerleaders are in Trouble, But Really HOT (Sports by Brooks)

The 25 Sexiest Celebrity PETA Ads (Manofest)

The SEC Definitely Has the HOTTEST Cheerleaders (Bleacher Report)

Top 10 Secret Celebrity Scientologists (Cracked)

Vandalism in the ATL!! Michael Vick Jersey Wearing Kid Goes Crazy! (Busted Coverage)

10 Amusing Tanning Disaster Photos (Uncoached)

Jackass Kanye West Interrupts More Stuff (Holy Taco)

The 23 Greatest Michael Jordan Commercials Ever (Hail Mary Jane)

Gary Busey Should be in EVERY Picture Ever Taken (Holy Taco)

The Greatest Dorm Pranks Ever Caught on Camera (Holy Taco)

Top 10 Stupid Celebrity Fights (Ask Men)

Good Morning Courtney Cox’s Tits (City Rag)

The 5 Cheesiest 80’s Montage Scenes Ever (Becks)

Fat Kids Fight in the Woods (Nothing Toxic)

The 10 Dumbest Off Field MLB Injuries Ever (Coed)

Wow! Look at the Ass on Jessica Burciaga (Dirty Rotten Whore)

Adrienne Curry Tweets Her Tits (Drunken Stepfather)

Fruit Snack

So, I’m up at OCC, waiting for classes….and the last one I have is drawing. Pretty psyched about that. And my friend keeps asking me if I want a fruit snack- I want to kill her. And tonight my uncle from Georgia is scheduled to come in! I’m glad I get to spend time with him as I usually only see them every few years.

Speaking of OCC, I need to find my photo instructor, and she is nowhere to be found on the website, and I have no idea where her office is, or when her hours are.(She just does not exsist apparently, because all I have is an email address to go on!) I don’t know when I get to tell her that next week I have to go to a court hearing about my dog. I dunno when I will get the chance to ask her if it is alright that I leave class 1/2 an hour or even just 20min early. My mom kept stating that it was okay for me to miss the hearing. I think not. It is in no way alright for me to miss this. I hope those assholes have to pay every penny. they deserve what they have coming to them. I know that sounds mean and insensitive because they didn’t want this to happen, but they brought it upon themselves not having their dogs leashed.

Not leashing your dog in a busy neighborhood is like Kanye interrupting Taylor. Its Blasphemous. He is an ass, just as these people (who obviously had their heads up theirs).

I also want to start my official Sabres countdown- 19 days!

Please Grant me the serenity to not throw things at the screen. He will stop all things coming at him if he pleases. Its all on his terms, after all, it is “Miller time”

update-I was in the wrong drawing class…apparently my scheduled class was 6:20-9:20, and I went to the 3:30-6:20 class. I wasn’t on his register and I couldn’t quite understand that. Apparently, wrong class means the professor does not have your name. So after class, I walked up to him and explained my situation. I inquired as to whether I could switch to that class and he told me the process, I went through with it and now have that class. He actually suggested that I keep the later class- he said it maybe a better teacher. I let him know I was satisfied with him as a professor because he didn’t make fun of me for being in the wrong class.  I now have to get a lot of materials, and spend a lot more money! wooohooo! OHHHH, and I need an English book because the one Jon and I thought I could use is…too….”advanced”? its a different, not edition, but different book altogether I guess? So say bye bye to another $50 or so dollars.

SHAWNE MERRIMAN AND TILA TEQUILA: NFL Player Arrested, Accused Of Choking Reality Star

Tequila, 27, signed a citizen’s arrest warrant, charging Merriman with battery and false imprisonment, San Diego County Sheriff’s Lt. Gary Steadman said.

Both are felonies.

Deputies responded about 3:45 a.m. to Merriman’s house in Poway, north of San Diego, after a woman called to say she was choked by the player and thrown to the ground when she tried to leave, Sheriff’s Department spokesman Jan Caldwell said at a news conference.

Merriman’s attorney, Todd Macaluso, disputed Tequila’s story and said he’s confident Merriman won’t be charged by the District Attorney’s Office.

“There was absolutely no wrongdoing on the part of Mr. Merriman,” Macaluso told The Associated Press by phone. “He essentially was doing what was appropriate under the circumstances in trying to protect the safety of Miss Tequila. There were numerous eyewitnesses that will support his version of the events that transpired at his home.”

Merriman, 25, was taken into custody and booked into the central jail at about 8:30 a.m. He was released shortly after 11 a.m.

Merriman didn’t return two e-mails seeking comment. His agent, Tom Condon, said he hadn’t heard about the arrest when contacted by The Associated Press.

There had been considerable Twitter chatter between Tequila and Merriman during the last two months. She tweeted several times about going to the Chargers’ game Friday night and a party she held afterward at a downtown club, including:

_ “Im the Head Cheerleader Prom Queen and (at)shawnemerriman is the Prom King! hahaha! LETS GOOO! LIGHTS OUT! SAN DIEGO I WILL SEE U TOMORROW!”

Merriman was the 12th overall pick out of Maryland in the 2005 draft, and had 39 1/2 sacks in his first three seasons. The three-time Pro Bowl selection has been getting back into shape after missing nearly all of last season following knee surgery.

The Chargers, picked by some as Super Bowl favorites, open the regular season a week from Monday night at Oakland. Players had been off since after Friday night’s exhibition finale against San Francisco. They are due back at practice on Monday.

“It’s disappointing to hear about the issue involving Shawne Merriman,” Chargers general manager A.J. Smith said in statement. “We’ll continue to monitor the situation and let the legal process run its course.”

Smith didn’t return a call seeking further comment.

Smith often speaks of signing “character” players, yet the Chargers have had their share of embarrassing off-field problems in recent seasons.

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Do men like rubbing on women’s butts when they’re cold

I have never heard of a man preferring a woman’s butt when it is cold; however, heterosexual men probably will not care one way or another. That is, the temperature of a woman’s butt is far less important than whether she is allowing the man to rub on it.

I would not be surprised if there were some society of men or organization of men or group of men who are ardent lovers of cold butts.  The human race houses some unique sexual predispositions.

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