taln1rigr

Isn't it though ... it should almost be considered mandantory reading! If others get past the fact it's a little long & just commit s few minutes to reading it they may find it's not as long as it seems & they might actually like it ... ALOT!

I suppose somebody should love you ... might as well be yourself

Hey! Don't I qualify? I've got auburn hair & I'm 31. Man, you guys aren't making too many female friends with this thread *giggle* just kidding

"I'm not bad ... I'm just drawn that way."

Smart Move

{{giggle}} you are way too cute for words ... that's why I like ya Anyway, Speak now or forever hold your peace ... The voting polls will close Monday night ... As it stands now Viking will be nicknamed Viking by DZ.commers.

Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you

What's the story on these pics?

I don't think he really wants her back ... more like he's getting back at her ... ... since she probably wouldn't touch him with a 10' pole ... but then again, I think that's the point.

OK, since Ivan's obviously gotta life ... crazy, I know ... here's why I was trying to get his attention. It's a repost ... in a way ... & it's really not me.

Hopefully this isn't a repost ... it's long but freaking HILARIOUS!! Enjoy! Dear Terri, I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Terri." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the Rainbow Room and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, Terri, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so surface. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Terri? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some niggling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Terri, to watch. Do you know that I mean? Nothing feels the same without you, baby. Jesus, Terri, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at Mt. Sinai Baptist Church? Well, she drops by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we have a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know we're doing it in our old bedroom. And this broad's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not hung up about God and her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Terri ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex aid." (Some of this I thought about later.) You know what I mean? What happened to our spontaneity? You get so caught up in the routine of a marriage and you just lose sight of each other. And then you lose yourself. That's the saddest part of all for me. But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can, because I only want this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders. She's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general. (She's pulling for us to get back together, Terri. She really is.) So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about happier times. Here's this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let's face it, she got an extra helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is think of how much she looks like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole anal thing and that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming hot Dutch oven of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, baby. In your heart you know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you'd just try it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs all that bitterness, Terri? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart from you. Because I love you.

I know, doesn't it?!?!? That's beauty of finding this diamond in the rough. When I saw it I said, "Damn, she looks just like me in that pic of me all drunk with my little sis." You see, I always get that "cum fuck me look" when I'm drunk ... crazy the way it happens. But then again this "repost" describes me to a 'T': LIBRA - Drinking style - "I'm jusht a social drinker," slurs Libra, "it's just that I'm so damn social!" Libra loves nothing more than to party, mingle and relate to everyone. Whether dipped in favor of Good Libra (with Insta-Friend device set to "on") or heavier on the Evil Libra side (they are little instigators when bored), the Scales can really work a room. Charming as they are, Libras are notoriously lacking in self-control, however, which can get them into all sorts of trouble-including wearing their wobbly boots waaaay too early in the evening, flirting with their best friend's beau or even blacking out the night's events entirely. Oops!

Porn Puppy? I wouldn't call him that ... I call him a "Titt-ee Man" (the best kind of man) ... BWHAHAHAHA ... I almost can't stand it anymore ... Oh, Ivan, where are you?

Giggle ... sure you can pretend it's me ... no harm done there. I think most of the guys will know it's not me ... especially IVAN ... he should recognize that photo from somewhere {{think, think}} ... just HOW good is Ivan's memory? Thanks Baby!

I'm with you Chris ... {{we'll just get in the car & drive to a remote location & ummm}} .... Yeah, searching ... searching ... tense room ... tempers elevated ... what do ya do, what do ya do? Well, no one's ever objected to boobies ... In fact I think it's been requested at least twice so far. BUT it's gotta pertain to the thread somehow ... hmmm, HEY! I've got it ... they've been with a man, they've been with a woman (so that'll also qualify for the woman with woman), they've never been man with man (I don't think they'd want'em...unless you count when they were with 2 guys that weren't with each other, if you catch my drift), they've been with a BI-man, they've been with a BI-woman, they've been with a man solo (that is SO hot), they've been with a woman solo, they've never been with "other" & sex is NEVER evil. OK, with all that said .... BTW, don't sweat it Kat ... sex & boobies are just about all I talk about too ... well, not completely ... but pretty close. I'm just a little older & have had longer to grow thicker skin. Here, I'll take some of the heat off ya ... I got your back girl ... no one's perfect around here ... let'em cum beat on me for a while. {{bends over to take my spankings}} THE SECOND (not me) PIC IS **NSFW**

Damn! If that was the clean one where's the dirty one hiding? Very Hot!

and if you people EVER needed a reason to believe the "takes one to know one" comment most often heard in grade school.....taln here is PROOF! You say the sweetest things Thanks so much! I love the pics of you signing your autograph for that kid ... good thing you decided to post your pic here since you're DEFINITELY a hottie!!

Dude! SPECTACULAR answer! I LOVE IT!! You definitley think outside the box ... dont'cha? Well, I have an "old grandma's secret" or anything, sorry Chica, but if it helps an old boyfriend of mine always had great breath even though he smoked ... I know, weird ... but he also chewed cinnamon gum constantly. I dunno ... but he was ALWAYS A.M. "frisk-worthy." My husband on the other hand ... thank goodness he doesn't read this ... definitely has morning breath so we get in the spoons position & go from there.

You're defeinitely a hottie Chica!!!

OK ... I could see how this could get confusing (Sky God) but the "Male" part should've clued ya in. The forum to post the hottest Skychick (aka Goddess) you ever met is here ... or if ya NEVER met her post here It's kinda funny ... it's like getting caught in the ladies bathroom when you thought you were in the mens ....

WOW! He does post!!! Miracles never cease!! Who Loves Ya Babe!?!?!?

I couldn't agree more! Doing it single can be loads of fun ... but when attached to someone you care about can most definitley generate some nasty, ugly guilt. My opinion? Bust a nut if you're single & still want to experience the fantasy but exercise ALL restraint if you're looking to keep this girl around a while. But then again you & your girl could grow to love a lifestyle of swinging ... maybe, maybe not ... but I think the personality style that this lifestyle is compatible with are those who could easily become strippers, exhibitionists, pornstars, etc. You know, the people who drawn the line in the sand A LOT further than most people would. Know what I mean?

{{{{{{silently stalks Viking}}}}}}}}}

I didn't have room to put them all ... 25 names were suggested only 10 would fit. Although I did pickup Porn King from this thread ... thought it fit so I threw it in. Here's a list of all the names: Flex Viking Marmy CutieButt Toggles Step Child Hereboy Porn Star Bluey Opie Slut Puppy Male "Artsy" Whore Drambuie Beaujolais Fire Cracker Cracker CrackerJack 20 Second Wonder Arty One Shot Wonder Vidal Sosoon Dude With His Head On Fire Fire Crotch Match Stick Rufus

OK, what are gonna name this boy already?