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My First Threesome with Two Women

I was twenty two when I had my first threesome with two girls. I was working at a Singing Telegram Company. I’d dress up in various costumes and bring balloons and sing at birthday parties, bachelorette  parties, anniversaries and whatever occasion I was hired for. I also entertained children’s birthday parties as a clown, batman, Ninja Turtles and almost any children’ character you could think of. I was a manager and a performer.

One Halloween, all of the employees went out together to a night club in costumes. We had access to costumes from the store so we had quite the choice. The strippers we had working for us for strip-a-grams looked great that night in Genie outfits, French Maids etc. I wasn’t lucky enough to score a stripper that night but I was happy when the night was over. I wore a Trojan outfit and called myself Trojan Man who was a character in a commercial promoting Trojan condoms. I carried a box of Trojan condoms and handed them out to people all night not realizing that I’d be needing them later on. I wore black tights under my tunic. I used any excuse to wear pantyhose or tights back then.

After the bar closed and I was really drunk and ended up going back to the store with two co-workers, Lori and Fay. They were both older than me by at least five years but looked good. Fay was chubby but proportioned and had a really pretty face with brown eyes and dark hair. Lori was skinny and had long red hair and blue eyes. Fay was dressed in a sexy Pirate outfit and she wore black stockings with a garter belt that showed. Her nice chubby legs went down and fit nicely in her black pumps. Lori was dressed as a cave girl in a brown cave girl dress and wore tan pantyhose. She took off her furry boots to reveal pretty feet.

We sat on the couch in the store away from the window. I sat in the middle. Fay was on my right and Lori was on my left. They were pretty drunk too. Fay started kissing me. Then Lori put her lips on ours. Two sets of lips on my lips with two tongues in and out of my mouth. I was ready to cum my tights already and we were just beginning. I grabbed Fays huge tits and groped them for a while and Lori ran her hand down my chest while Fay ran her hands up and down my legs just up to the crotch teasing me. I sucked Fay’s tits while Lori grabbed my ass and ran her fingers along my crack and touched my balls through the nylon. I couldn’t take it any longer and told them both to pull out my cock.

Fay lifted my tunic while Lori pulled my tights down low enough to get my cock out. Lori stroked my cock while Fay sucked it. They took turns with my cock in their mouths and even kissed each other with my cock in the middle. I was in heaven watching this glorious sight. I felt up their stocking covered legs while the sucked and stroked my hard cock.

Lori laid back on the couch and I ripped a hole in the crotch of her tan pantyhose. I pulled out a condom and Fay grabbed it from me and  put it on my cock. Fay guided my cock into Lori’s wet pussy. I fucked Lori missionary style. I fucked her hard and she screamed. Fay played with my balls while I went in and out of Lori’s pussy while playing with her own pussy through her panties. Lori came and I was ready to. I pulled out of her. Fay grabbed my cock and jerked it off onto Lori’s belly and my cum shot all over the waist band of her pantyhose. Fay went back to playing with herself and soon came too.

We cleaned up and talked, drank and smoked. We agreed that this was going to be our little secret since we were all involved with someone else at the time. I had a few more encounters with both of them after that night but never together.

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Leather Weather

On a chill Winter day nothing we keep you warmer than fine leather. After all, if it kept some poor animal warm it ought to do the same for you. Even those of use who aren’t wearing leather can get a hot flash when we glimpse a beautiful woman in leather. Some of us get a warmer flash than others… If you love leather, and wish the weather was always right for leather, then here are two Flickr photographers whose images will definitely warm your heart!

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Right Here, Right Now.......

This is your Captain speaking……………..welcome aboard fuckers.

Here’s a little diddy about my latest interaction with the common American worthless fucking cunt female.  It involves a bitch I went to graduate school with who sent me an email.  Keep in mind that the email address we’re talking about is one that I use whenever I sign up for a newsletter, or when I buy something and you have to enter an email.  So its pretty much full of junk and I don’t check it often.

So this entitlement whore sends me a message the other morning………….I of course didn’t answer because I didn’t log on to that account.  So the cunt FaceBook stalks me and sends me another email that evening…………..That’s right kids, the fucking cum dumpster entitlement skank couldn’t even wait 24 motherfucking hours for a response.

Read the following in your best bitch whinny voice:

“You didn’t respond to me.  I know you were online, I saw your post on FaceBook.  I know you always check your email……….blah, blah, bitch, bitch, blah”

When I read her bipolar emails a couple days later I sent the following response.

“I didn’t realize you knew my every move.  You should use your physic abilities to play the stock market.  However I hope you like cats because with a vile attitude like yours that is who you will be spending your golden years with.  Good day madam.”

She responded, but I deleted without even reading it.  Her actions are typical of the mental illness that plagues most American women.  Everything is about them.

Yet they love to tell you how smart they are, their problems are always someone else’s fault.  Fucking old cat hags.  I should go shit in her mailbox.

You’re now free to shit in some cunt-whore’s mailbox.

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Snow Day...

So here on the East Coast we are under a Blizzard warning.  With a 65 mile commute into work…I didn’t even get out of bed.  So I’m here in my Pj’s trying to come up with a plan to use this snow day in a productive way.  I just started the dishwasher and poured a cup of coffee….so I’m off to a lazy, cozy, stay in my Pj’s GREAT start ! It wasn’t too long ago that I posted about “PLAN YOUR WORK, and WORK YOUR PLAN.”   Or if I didn’t post that, the thought was rolling around in my head.  EITHER way….I really do think it’s so important to make a plan, and then do it ! But if I’m being honest…I’m having a hard time making the right plan.  I’m going to the gym everyday ~ (or more like I don’t go, when I don’t feel up to it).  I’m not being as consistent as I need and want to be.   So part of my being productive today will be working on coming up with a fitness plan.  Please feel free to add any suggestions if you have any.

What I’m looking for in my weekly routine:

1.) Work on my walking/running combo to = more running

2.)  Toning my target areas…= FLABBY triceps .  ( to be able to stop flapping when waving to people )

3.)  Tone my “biggest asset” = shrinking my ASS!   I think I was blessed with this HUGE gift from birth….because ever since I can remember my mom would sing this song to me ” Holly is a nut, she has a RUBBER BUTT, and every time she turns around she goes “putt, putt, putt”. ???

4.) I mentioned my ass…but really I mean..my hips, ass, and thighs.  Because that really is just one huge body part right?? At least on my body it is.  I’m just going to call it my H.A.T.  <<< did I just come up with a new scientific name for the medical field?? I THINK I DID!

5.) Oh and I feel like I should list my core here too…I really don’t want to….but everyone else is talking the praises of a good strong core, so I’m listing it too just for the hell of it.  ( going to figure out what this plank position thing is that Jamoosh recommended.)

6.) The plan has to be challenging enough to work me hard, make me sweat, but not kill me so It scares me right out of the whole idea.

So that’s my plan for the day… to get started with a plan and be able to stick it on my fridge by the end of the day.  Doable?? We will soon see….

I did get my H.A.T s out there and moving on Sunday with a 5 mile walk with HILLS !  It felt sooo good to be out in the fresh air and moving!

me ...after my last hill.

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Is Your Ass Burning From The Downward Slide?

You were born with extraordinary gifts uniquely yours to harness, cultivate, and share with the world.

As a baby and toddler, and even into your adolescence, these talents were displayed raw and unrefined.

As you grew older, though, you probably encountered events that caused you to lose sight of some, or all, of your natural capabilities. These events led to your taking on an adjusted identity, moving you away from who you truly are.

Examples of such life-altering events include:

• Being chastised for acting “inappropriately.”
• Being physically punished for displaying aspects of yourself that ran counter to someone else’s beliefs or tastes.
• Trying out for something (the football team, the high school play) and getting rejected.
• Asking someone out and being told no.
• Having a room full of students cruelly laugh at you for something you did.
• Being discouraged by friends or family from pursuing your dreams.
• Enduring emotional or physical abuse.

No matter what age you were when the events that affected you happened, you were quick to recognize that behavior X resulted in pain Y. This was all it took for you to bury that particular way of being under piles of emotional baggage.

Physical and emotional anguish subsides over time. The real tragedy is when you never fully reclaim the part of your personality lost during such incidents. An integral part of who you are is banished to the nether regions, never to be seen or heard from again by anyone, including you.

That may sound dramatic, but it’s one of the realities of life. You do something that’s natural to who you are, and if you’re slapped down for it, you react. Too often, what gives way is your willingness to expose yourself again to the emotional or physical discomfort you experienced.

Each time you relinquish a piece of your core identity, you move farther away from attaining “The Pinnacle.”

I call this process of descent The Downward Slide.

Traumatic events aren’t the only factor. Another contributor is performing what you perceive as your duty. Whether you had a paper route, shoveled snow, or worked for your family’s business, you did what you believed was required of you.

It may be that what began as a way to bring in some extra money became a straight line to a career path—even if it was work for which you had no genuine interest.

Or it could be that you accumulated so much debt from your school days that you took whatever job you could find after graduation.

It could also be that you turned your life upside down to accommodate your boyfriend, girlfriend, or spouse.

Your good intentions for doing what was “right,” “necessary,” or expected of you became the grease on which you began your slide away from pursuing your true talents and passions—and from The Pinnacle.

Once you step into this whirlwind, it’s very difficult to reestablish your footing. Here’s a typical scenario:

1)      You go away to attend college.

2)      Upon your return you want to have your own place because that’s what college grads do.

3)      You take on a job, any job, so that you can afford your own place.

4)      Bills start to pile up—school loans, utilities, cars, insurance, rent, furniture—not to mention the expenses of actually living life such as food, hobbies, and dating.

5)      You finally make a bit of money and you’re feeling pretty good so you buy a nicer car, move to a nicer place, wear better clothes, date higher-maintenance people.

6)      Now that you have these nicer things, you must continue to work hard to pay for all of it.

7)      You get married. You have kids.

8)      You now have more mouths to feed and more responsibility on your shoulders.

9)      You now have to work harder than ever just to cover your expenses. This might mean working overtime, or taking on a second job.

10)  The more and more you look at yourself in the mirror, the less and less you recognize who you are.

The chances are the job you started in Step #3 had nothing to do with fulfilling your deepest desires or pursuing happiness. It was simply the most convenient route at the time for making money, with the goal of eventually becoming self-supporting and putting yourself in position to pursue your dreams.

The fantasy is wonderful; but the reality is often more of a nightmare. After submitting to that first soul-deadening job, the downward slide away from The Pinnacle increasingly picks up steam.

While everyone has to pay the bills, too few of us end up in professions even remotely resembling our dream jobs.

Family and monetary obligations can run deep, and it’s certainly possible to feel you had no choice but to do what was required of you or to maintain the lifestyle you created. That said, you must own the fact that from this point forward, you are making a conscious choice to continue living this way.

You can’t blame others for the life you’ve picked. If you’re working in a dead-end job, it’s because you choose to be there. If you’re with someone you know is wrong for you, you’re not making the effort to leave and find someone who’s right. If you wake up miserable every day because of an event that occurred 30 years ago, you’re making a decision to allow what happened in the past control the quality of your life today.

You must begin to fight tooth and nail to reclaim your life, and to pursue what’s most important to you.

The first step may be as simple as giving yourself the time and permission to sit in a quiet place and start trying to identify your Pinnacle.

Some people need to hit rock bottom before realizing their ass has been slowly burning from their continuous downward slide. Don’t let that be you.

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Insider: The end of 'Lost' will shock

OK, I admit I am not a fan of “Lost” but I have a “friend” in Hollywood that is close to the show. So close he has access to the scripts for the entire last season.

With all the talk of the last season I asked for some spoilers, and he gave them to me. Warning if you’re a fan and want to be surprised STOP reading NOW!!!

Here is everything I was told including how the last episode will end.

1. This season will see the return of the smoke monster and it is hungry.

2. It will come out that Jack is John’s father. Yes, you read that right. It’s part of that whole time travel thing.

3. Desmond will make a shocking announcement about the island.

4. And last but not least the end.

My friend said this ending was designed to “turn people’s minds inside out.”

The whole show is a dream. But not just any dream it is the dream of an autistic boy sitting on the beach in Hawaii staring into a snow globe of the island.

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