Changing Times
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Posted:May 26, 2016 6:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2016 5:16 am
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Let me start by saying, I'm all for progress and moving things forward. I understand this is a site for the pursuit of that wonderful thing called sex. You can find a hook up as quickly as you can open an app. The opportunities for sex of all kinds is endless but in making the hunt a simple and quick process we've lost something. Small courtesies. The act of being gentlemen and ladies. A high percentage of men I have been in contact with through this site and others assume I should have a mattress strapped to my back, ready to sex up whoever. whenever or how ever. I get responses to my lack of interest such as. "Well what are you here for?" Well duh of course I'm here for that wonderful, all consuming, euphoric feeling that sex brings, but apparently I'm not allowed to have preferences. I also find that because you have a few pictures and videos on your profile, it becomes the sum total of who you are allowed to be as a sexual partner. Some of the partners I've met have left me wondering, WHAT ABOUT ME, WHAT ABOUT MY NEEDS??? Sure I enjoy and am very talented at giving head, but our conversations leading up to the meet stated that there are many other things I enjoy. I did not meet you to be a head-machine. I would like to meet someone who can do it all and is willing to do it all. Pigeonholed is a terrible place to be because it assures that only one person is getting what they want and need. Lets talk, meet, satisfy each other, rests, pet, fondle (even cuddle) and do it again. Lets not label or pigeonhole. Lets all get off. Lets bring back equal opportunity sex.
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Where did it go?
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Posted:Apr 14, 2011 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2020 6:39 pm
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I'll be the first to admit that I've never have the highest confidence level. But something happened to me in the past year. I dread meeting people. Not just new people but even people I've known for quite a long time. Is this just a phase or have I lost it completely? I miss my romps and playmates and even the anticipation of meeting someone new. I'm completely real but I think many who email don't believe that at all. I'll make plans to meet then days, hours, minutes before I'm supposed to meet, I cancel. What's a girl to do???
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Continue....
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Posted:Mar 25, 2010 10:47 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2016 5:17 pm
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So I finished my shower and went downstairs. We relaxed and watched tv. We didn't stay long I was tired from my trip and ready for bed. So we went up to bed. I stood at bed side choosing which side I'd like to sleep on.. and he came up behind me and began playing with my nipples. He said something to me but I was lost in the lustful haze he had brought on. I slipped off my shorts and was going to bend over the bed. He grabbed my hips and turned me around and bent me over the dresser.
"I want you to watch this." he said. MMMMM I couldn't wait. I spread my legs and he slid inside me. His fingers dug into my hips and he pounded me deep. He started telling me about some little slut he'd bent over the very same dresser. I love to hear about his other adventures. I was so wet and came just thinking and hearing about some lucky slut getting it just as good as me. I needed to suck his cock, love it, worship it. So he lay back on the bed and gave me free reign to do as I pleased. I tingled with excitement hearing his enjoyment of my talents. Deepthroating him over and over. I dipped down to lick and suck his balls and still lower to lick his ass. Again he gave me the go ahead to do as I pleased so he rolled over for what I considered an excellent rim job. When I had my fill he asked what I wanted next. So I got on all fours and let him slide back inside of me. His stamina seemed endless. He told me more stories of his sluts he'd fucked and how they liked it. He fucked me deep and hard, I didn't want it to end. He told me to lay down and put my legs together. He fucked my aching pussy some more and after one more mind numbing orgasm he slid in my ass. Oh the sweet pain and pleasure. I'm nothing more than an anal novice but I love it so. Pleasing him makes me happy. So he fucked my tight little hole and said he should introduce me to one of his other sluts so I could learn to take his cock properly. He rolled me over and fucked my cunt again. Legs on his shoulders pumping deep. I was so wet and weak from cumming on his cock. How long could this go on? Forever, I hope.  Once again I was on all fours and he slowly teasingly slid inside me. I was ready for a slow but enthusiastic fuck, but I was caught off guard as he pulled out and slammed his cock inside me leaving me no option but to scream. Oh please more I only wanted more. He slammed into me over and over, bruising tender flesh that would be beautiful reminders later. After the last hard penetration he began to pound me leaving the sounds of his hips slapping against mine floating around the room. Just when I thought I couldn't handle more, he pulled out and covered me in his warmest appreciation. Can't wait to go back.
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Necessary Roughness.
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Posted:Mar 16, 2010 5:53 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2011 1:59 pm
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 So he picked me up and drove me to his house. We made small talk, no hint of what was to come. We arrive at his place and go inside. I barely had time to toss my phone aside before he smacked my ass, grabbed me and asked if I was ready. He began to unbutton my pants,
"Why complicate it, they slide down."
"Good take them off."My pants slide down to my ankles and I managed to get my shirt and bra off while he freed his impressive erection from his pants.
"Do you remember what my cock feels like?"
"Yes, I do." And with that he shoved himself deep inside me. He asked me if I was a dirty black and I was barely able to mutter a yes when I started to cum all over his cock. As he pounded me over and over again I wasn't able to do much more than scream and moan. Finding my voice,
" I love your cock!"
"I like this big black ass, maybe I should just fuck your ass right now." I told him I was ready to do whatever he wanted. He grabbed me by my shoulders and started to fuck me harder, faster. I was dizzy from the machine gun pace of the orgasms.
"Do you want to take it in the ass here or lying down upstairs?" He demanded.
"No, I'll take it here." Smack
" Are you saying no to me slut?" He started to pull his cock out of my pussy at such an agonizingly slow pace that I was ready to cum again.
"Tell me when you cum." I came before I could form the thought. SLAP!!
"You were supposed to tell me." He started pushing his thickness into my tight unsuspecting asshole. He started fucking me but he was so big I couldn't handle it. I begged him to stop.
"You want me to stop?" I begged once more and after a few more thrusts he pulled out and started punishing my wet aching cunt. God he was fucking me so hard, so rough, sooooo good. I didn't want it to end.
"You ready to swallow my cum?" I managed some unintelligible response.
"Turn around, NOW!" I turned and fell to my knees. I milked his cock for every drop I could get.
"Stand up." I stood ready to untangle myself from my pants and shoes. He bent me over and fucked me again.
"You liked my cum?"
"Yes"
"You want more?"
"MmmHmm"
"Turn around!" Again I fell to my knees opened wide and took his load. So damn good. I got up to go shower and hit the sack. Our fun was over for tonight...or was it???
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Type-Casting
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Posted:Jul 15, 2009 10:51 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2009 5:47 pm
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I find that over the past few months I've been pigeon-holed. Men look at my profile, pics, and vids and figure well she seems good at giving head. A fact i'll never dispute. However, its become tedious because all they want is head with little or no satisfaction given to me. I have fun doing it but I miss having an all arounder. Someone who can enjoy receiving and can give as well. I don't necessarily mean giving in an oral sense. I could skip oral for some great fucking. When I first got on this site I had the pleasure of meeting a few spectacular lovers, men who can and enjoyed doing it all. Where have the all-arounders gone. I've come to a point now where I don't even bother responding to anyone who emails me saying "I wish that was me in the video" or "I wish you'd suck my cock like that." Why should I be slighted because I happen to be a little more talented than most in a certain area. I've considered removing the pics and the vids just so I don't have to deal with it anymore, but I shouldn't have to go to such extreme lengths just to get what I want and need from a partner. So all you men out there just stop and think about someone besides yourself for just a moment.
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3 AM FEEDINGS
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Posted:Mar 3, 2008 3:14 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2009 5:47 pm
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So the RockStar came to see me as he always does at 3am when the set is over and the bars shut down. I was extremely excited as he slipped into my bed and i made myself comfortable between his legs.
I took his big cock in my mouth and down my throat and got the first moan of appreciation. He's always amazed at how long I can keep him in my greedy little throat, no matter how many times I do it. I slide my mouth up to toy with the tip of his cock and taste his sweet precum. Gliding my tongue down the shaft I give the most loving attention to his balls. As I take them in my mouth I feel his thighs tense and quiver as he enjoys my new focus. I come up taking his cock in my mouth again. Massaging every inch with my tongue ring, until he's back in my throat again. He manages to get harder still. I pull back just a little and open wider. I get my mouth around his balls, too. He manages to sit up so he can see me with my mouth completely full. As I let his balls slide out of my mouth his hand fists in my hair and he holds me there while he pumps into my mouth hard and fast. I start to moan, loving every thrust. Suddenly he pulls my head back and gets up from the bed.
I lay on my stomach waiting for him to tell me how he wants me. He comes to the foot of the bed stands between my legs and grabs my hips pulling me up on all fours. He slides inside me and without hesitation he begins that hard, fast pounding. In no time I'm cumming all over his cock. Moving his hands up my body he plays with my tits making me wetter and wetter. Then braces on my shoulders so he can get unimaginably deeper, fucking me harder. Just when i don't think it can get any hotter, he insistently but gently wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me back to begin nipping at my ear and telling me how my pussy belongs to him. At that I came again. As suddenly as he started fucking me he stopped. He pushed me down on the bed and I wonder what else is in store. He walks to the side of the bed and drags me over to his side. I open wide and give him full use of my mouth. As he fucks my mouth, I rub my clit. The orgasm is so intense I want to, try to scream but I can't manage it with is cock firmly planted in my throat. Just as the trembling in my body subsides he pulls me back and tells me to lay on my back, mouth open. He aims his load in my mouth and I happily take it all. What little that missed my mouth was gratefully lapped up off his fingers as he fed it to me. 3am can never come soon enough for me.
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Fantasy
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Posted:Feb 6, 2008 2:37 am
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2008 2:36 pm
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I wrote this for a former boss who I used to flirt; with who wanted to know what I fantasized about happening between us.
You call me on the radio and tell me to come down to the first floor. So I turn over my unit and hop on the elevator. God I am so exhausted, I can’t imagine what else you want me to do today. I feel like I’ve run a marathon and only came in 13th place. I find you in the restraint room. You tell me that with all the stuff that happened tonight you need a little help getting the reports written and that tomorrow’s roster needs to be made. Happy to be able to get off my feet for a while I practically run to the office. Thank God, the perfect end to my night. I cannot believe how things go crazy when there’s only one supervisor on shift. So I get down to business, I start writing the report on the fight in 6C. I hear you come in, and I rattle off a few questions about details. So you come and read over my shoulder. I barely register your answers, I’m lost in the thought of being locked in a dark quiet place with you having your way with me. Suddenly, you walk into the rear office. I just grasped the fact you told me you needed to call the Major. You make your call and I get back to typing. After about twenty minutes I get the report and the roster finished; I print copies and take them to you as you finish your phone call. You thank me and I turn to go.
“Sit down, I wanted to talk to you about what you told me the other day,” you tell me.
“Did you decide that you’re going to take some action?” I question as I take a seat across from you. You get up and go to close the door to the office. You stand behind my chair.
“I can’t believe that you would take such a huge risk for such a small satisfaction.”
“I wish I could go back and change, I wish there was something I can do.”
“Well you can’t change it, what’s done is done,” you say. A little ball of fear knots in my stomach.
“Are you going to tell someone, I can’t blame you if you did? I just need to know what’s going to happen.”
“Of course I’m not going to tell anyone,” you assure me. “But I figure if you’re willing to take one risk, you’ll probably be willing to go further and take another.”
“I think I’ve learned my lesson, nothings worth risking the damage that could do to my life or my reputation.”
I feel my chair rock just a little as you lay your hands on the headrest. I start to squirm just a little in my chair.
“That’s not the risk I was thinking of.”
“Well what exactly is it that you are thinking of?” I inquire.
I noticed that the tone of your voice has changed but I can’t figure exactly why. It quickly becomes apparent as your hands slide from headrest to my shoulders, down into my low cut shirt.
“Oh I see,” instantly aware. “You know that this qualifies as sexual harassment, right?”
“Its not like you don’t want it,” bending to whisper in my ear, “ I know you wear this shirt everyday for my benefit, hoping I’ll take a peek and do exactly what I’m doing now.”
I’m getting wetter and wetter from the deft manipulation of my nipples. I’m not ready to give you the satisfaction of knowing I’m enjoying this. My eyes glitter deviously, at being figured out, and I manage my best indignant retort.
“Maybe I just like showing off my best assets, I just do it for myself and no one else; least of all you.”
Unimpressed, you simply reply, “Bullshit!”
You come around my chair. I take note of the tension in your pants. My mouth some how manages to water and go dry from wanting to have you in my mouth. Realizing that I’m paying far too much attention, I start to get up to leave.
“Well I need to get back up stairs to my unit, don’t want them to start bitching.”
You make sure that I can’t get out of my seat. Your eyes seem to darken and you say,
“You saw something you wanted and I am going to make sure you get exactly what it is you want.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you’ve had a long day and I think its starting to cloud your powers of percep…..”
“…You talk to damn much, I’ve been looking for a way to shut you up for months now and I’ve got the perfect answer.”
You undo your pants and pull me forward. I slide my greedy mouth down your cock. I feel these little electrical pulses in my pussy, as I think about having you sliding in me as nicely as you’re sliding in my mouth. I delight in hearing you moan as my tongue ring massages you at the base. I scoot to the edge of the chair so I have full range to get you all the way down my throat. I feel your hands fist in my hair and you mumble something about hidden talents.
I pull back to toy with the tip of your cock and I look you deep in the eyes. I don’t think you can see me anymore since you’re lost in the sensation of my warm wet mouth. I see something in you snap, your fingers tighten in my hair, and you push me down to deep throat you again and again. I moan as I drink in the taste and smell of you. Suddenly you yank my head back and I assume that you’ve changed your mind; or maybe you are just toying with me again.
Instead of buttoning up you pull me up out of my chair. You turn me around and bend me over the table. I’m barely able to contain my excitement of finally getting what I’ve been wet over for all this time. We fumble to get my pants undone. As they slide down around my boots, you express your surprise at the lacy white thong I’m wearing. Although a bit restricted by my pants around my ankles I spread wide for you to have full access. You slide your fingers past my thong and begin to toy with my clit. Your hands busy under my shirt teasing my nipples.
“Isn’t this better than a simple kiss, “you whisper in my ear, “less risk but a lot more fun.”
With my brain lost in a fog, I can barely moan that I’m cumming. You slide your fingers inside me, making me cum even harder. So hard not to scream but somewhere in the haze I remember where I am. I slap my palms on the desk to keep my falling as my knees threaten to buckle. As the shockwaves subside, you slide your cum soaked fingers into my mouth and I happily lick them clean.
Grabbing my hips, you lever your hips behind me. You slowly slide your cock, which is even harder now, into my wet swollen pussy. You hit bottom and just as you pull back ready to thrust again….
“Officer, needs assistance 5A, Officer needs assistance 5A.” The tin voice of the panic alarm chimes.
Frozen in mid thrust, “Shit, we’ll finish this later.” With that, you pull yourself together and take off for the swing elevator. As I get my pants buttoned and straighten my appearance, I wonder….when will later come. Hopefully soon…
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Being Honest
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Posted:Dec 15, 2007 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2008 10:45 am
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You meet someone, and have a great time. You can't wait to have that great time again and again and again. Well life happens, you're busy and they're busy. So you keep up anticipation by playful games of naughty cat and mouse by whatever means (email/text/phone). However, when is enough just simply enough. You begin to wonder is all this playful cat and mouse a catalyst for the other to use this anticipation with some other playmate? I've never been a possesive soul but I am one that needs that final act. How long can you simply be playful, left wanting to fill that need and desire created by the other person. We come up with a million different reasons: I don't want to drive that far, I'm tired, I have to be up early. Hell we just pull excuses out of the air. But truly if you enjoyed yourself as much as you say you wouldn't let anything stand between you and that orgasmic high you get. I find myself frustrated by those who want it but don't come through. And more so by those that are simply bored but feel too polite to say so. Whether its one night or one year can't we all benefit from simple honesty. No more games.
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Sunday Morning Cumming Down
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Posted:Nov 13, 2007 9:28 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2008 9:39 am
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I woke sunday morning with my favorite lover in my bed. The night before we'd had lots and lots of fun. Before he and I returned back to real life he gave me one last surprise. He cuddled up close to me and began toying with my nipples. At his gentle manipulation I became extremely wet. As a reached down to finger my clit his hand came around my throat. At the twisted arousal he whispered in my ear "This is what happens to whores." Be bade me to cum...I did my best but I begged him for help. " Please suck my nipples it will happen faster." As his mouth played toture on my nipples, he told me, "This is what sluts get." I was in total ecstasy. I'd never been so turned on. He demanded, "you're going to suck my cock." my mistaken reply was "no, i have to cum first." he slapped me and yet again I was turned on. To be used and manhandled was only my biggest fantasy. "thats what happens to bitches," he told me. I saw we had come up with a very interesting system and I liked how it worked. I merely had to utter the right word and was punished or tortured accordingly. I've never been so wet, so hot. He held me on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity as he treated me like that nasty fucktoy that I am. He finally gave me the help I needed to have the most earth shattering orgasm ever. As I tried to recover, to stop seeing stars...he straddled my face and took terrible advantage of my mouth. He pumped away, each thrust deeper than the last. I didn't think I'd make it thru. Then suddenly he pulled his cock of my mouth, "Beg for my cum, slut!" As I begged and pleaded he unloaded all over my face and lips. For his final act he scooped up the jizz and fed it to me until my face and his fingers were all clean. Yummy.
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Satisfying Violation
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Posted:Oct 9, 2007 9:36 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2009 7:12 pm
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So I'm getting ready to go to sleep. I've got my eyes covered with a scarf to make sure its extra dark (the only way I can sleep.) The phone rings. While I'm on the phone I could swear that I hear a door open. Considering the walls are paper thin, I assume its next door or upstairs. So I hang up the phone and roll over to go to sleep. The next thing I hear is a zipper coming down and pants hitting the floor. Before I can react he's straddling my chest shoving this huge cock down my throat. As I gag and gasp on what has to be an 11" cock, he pins me down by my wrists and continues to thrust into my throat. I'm caught somewhere between fear and arousal. He drags me up and grabs me by the hair and does his best to slide every inch of dick into my throat. Just when I think I can't handle any more of this extreme face pounding he pushes me back. I hear a quick tear and scent the familiar odor of latex. He pulls me back up and tells me "put it on with your mouth." So I manage to put this condom on him with only my mouth, I get it down as far as I can considering the size of him. He pulls me to standing and bends me over the bed. He rams his member deep inside me, and my eyes go wide with the shock of taking all of that so deep inside me. As the fear subsides full-on arousal takes its place. As he pounds my pussy he drags my head back by the hair, "you like that don't you slut?" I know he can tell I'm enjoying this more than I should by how wet and swollen my pussy is, but I reluctantly answer, "Yes." He seems to get even harder inside of me and the pistoning of his hips is relentless. With one last thrust and one scream, of pain and pleasure, from me he let go of his huge load. As I lay there dazed, confused, and strangely satisfied he dressed and left as quietly as he came in.
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Rhythm
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Posted:Sep 30, 2007 10:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2008 1:12 pm
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I need someone to answer a question for me where when and how to men learn sexual rhythm? Is it leanred or is it innate? And what, if anything, can a woman do to get you on rhythm? As a woman I think its easier to find rhythm. You pick up your partners rhythm and go with it and if you're good you can change and he won't miss a beat. I recently had occasion to try out someone new. I really wasn't sure if I wanted to play with this particular guy because of his age. But against my better judgement I let him get what he's been after. Oh believe me like all men he talked a great game. I had spoken of the fact I like men of a certain age because most had acquired a certain finesse to the dance of sex. He defending his ego swore up and down that he had it. I believe I let him come over because I had to see if maybe I was being a bit too hasty in my blanket judgement of younger men. However, from moment one I realized (at least where he's concerned) my judgements were spot on. The particulars of what happened are not really worth mentioning except for the actual penetration. Which brings me back to my original questions. He had no rhythm whatsoever. I figured he would find it eventually but again I was wrong (I'm seriously off my game.) I have never in my life had just a disjointed fuck in all my years of being a good little slut . Nothing seems to go together. It basically felt like a fight the whole entire time. I was doing all the work trying to help him hit his stride. And I'm much worse off for all my efforts. So having said all of this someone please answer my questions. I need to know.
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WTF
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Posted:Sep 27, 2007 8:35 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2009 10:21 am
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Was I the only one who watch News 4 in San Antonio? For those of you who don't live here or didn't catch the news let me inform you about a story I saw tonight. A woman meets a man in a BSDM chat room. They hold long extensive chat conversations about likes,dislikes and what they would like to do with and to each other. He is the the dom she the sub. He tells her about wanting to do some forcible oral, spanking yadda yadda blah blah. From what little I know about the BSDM world he didn't say much out of the ordinary for those who are into that scene. They chat on the phone (cellphones) and have some webcam chats. Well as time passes they get to know one another and he gives her some personal (yet fake) info about himself. He tells her that he is a public speaker in San Antonio and that discretion is of the utmost importance because any leak of info could do damage to many that surround his life. Well long story short she does some research and finds that he's a preacher in a small church outside of SA. She informs Channel 4 and they do a TroubleShooters investigation. She shows them chat logs, and chats with him (with webcam) while the reporters are present. He has since resigned his ministry and admits to most of his "wrong-doing" but maintains that chat logs can be altered (which is true) but he is wrestling with his own demons.In response to why she reported him she says, "if he wants to be a playboy be one, if he wants to be a preacher be a preacher, but you can't be both." WTF who made her the fucking judge of who to out or not. I agree that you can't with all earnesty lead a church and be into certain sub-cultures;however, WTF happened to discretion. Who the hell does she think she is? And further more if she felt the need to out him, aren't there quieter ways to do it? I'm not saying that he's not a little wrong (we all have our kinks and quirks) but damn she had NO FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!
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Bootycall Commandments
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Posted:Sep 20, 2007 6:53 pm
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2010 7:06 pm
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I. Thou shalt get out before the sun rises.
II. Thou shouldest never ask "can we see each other from now on?"
III. Thou shalt refrain from referring to our activities as "love making."
IV. Thou shalt not request advanced plans.
V. Thou shalt kiss anything except my mouth.VI. Thou shalt scream my name often
VII. If someone cometh over whilst thou art here, thou art my cousin from out of town.
VIII. Thou shalt not ask me to walk thee to thy car. Don't thou knoweth what it looketh like?
IX. There shall be no "pillow talk."
X. There shall be no cuddling -- ever!
I think this is a good jump off point...HOwever none of these are chisled in stone...But if we all just stick to the rules we can all have lots of fun without those sticky entanglements
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