SUPERCHARGED SCISSORS
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Posted:May 25, 2015 6:29 am
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In scissors position, instead of simply letting your legs lie on top of his, lift your top leg and support it with your hands. Manually opening yourself up stretches and sensitizes the tissue in your V-zone, so you'll feel whatever he's doing more intensely.
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All about Legs
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Posted:May 25, 2015 6:26 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2015 8:38 am
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Legs are good for all kinds of stuff: Walking, biking, showing off sexy strappy sandals, and—because this is Cosmo—sex. Olivia St. Claire, author of Naughty or Nice Deck, shares 20 smoldering ideas for using your stems between the sheets. By Molly Triffin
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What do you think????/
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Posted:May 25, 2015 6:24 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 2:19 pm
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When a guy first wakes up and usually always has to go to the bathroom, is it ok to give him a blow job before he goes or should you wait until he goes to the bathroom first?
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Fact about Periods!!!
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Posted:May 9, 2015 7:49 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2015 4:04 am
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Dear Periods,
The only reason we tolerate you is because you're a sign that we're not pregnant.
Sincerely,
Girls
Dear Periods,
We only tolerate you because we get blow jobs that week.
Sincerely,
Boy
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Ahmedabad Physical Sex Lovers Group...
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Posted:Jul 14, 2012 7:47 am
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2015 3:56 am
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Can anyone help me on HoW to add myself in Ahmedabad Physical Sex lovers Group....????
If anyone can Please Help.... I Request the moderator to add me to this group...
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Having Joy...
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Posted:Jun 1, 2012 9:39 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 2:19 pm
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Little Sherry had just turned four and she considered that to be quite big indeed. Big enough to play with her elder brother Sam who considered her a pest. Unlike 15-year-old Sam, Sherry’s Christmas meant Santa’s gifts. After all, she was too young to spend the occasion with her equally tiny friends. So while Sam was allowed to party whole night on Christmas eve, little Sherry would count the hours before she would wake up on Christmas morning to check out the treasures bestowed on her.
She was yet to understand the true meaning of the festival, little that she was, but was still enchanted by its magic. Her innocent excitement every time she unwrapped Santa’s gifts was a great gift to her parents and her brother, reminding them of heir own childhood.
That year Sherry received a rather unusual Christmas present. Not too impressed with the dolls and crayons, which she already had in plenty, the most prized gift for her that Christmas eve was a giant bubble-maker. It was not anything fancy. She had yearned for one of her own ever since she had seen that man blow bubbles at the fest grounds during Spring festival. Sherry’s bubble-maker was a simple pink toy. The label on the box promised large shiny bubbles. Bubbles large enough to swallow wide-eyed four-year-olds.
Sherry couldn’t wait to show it off to her bro Sam. She was sure that Sam too would love it. And Sam did not disappoint her. For a change, Sam decided to indulge his sister as it was Christmas day. Both Sherry and Sam were excited about trying it out. Sam read the instruction booklet the whole morning while Sherry played with some of her other new toys.
Whoever had invented the bubble-maker had tried all types of detergents for creating bubbles and discovered that a certain detergent called Joy would create the biggest bubbles. Sam realised he would have to buy some.
In the late afternoon, Sam was awakened by Sherry’s cries in the house. Sherry was up and running about the house trying to help their mum decorate the house. Christmas Day festivities would soon begin. Sam went towards the kitchen for a mug of coffee. In the hallway, Sherry bumped against him. She was breathless.
“Sammy, I was going to your room, but mum asked me to let you sleep?” she said.
The bubble- maker was clutched tight in her chubby little hand. Her face glowed with the magic of Christmas. Her eyes were shining with excitement, and she asked, “Sammy, can we make the bubbles now?”
Sam sighed heavily and looked towards the window. He had to make preparations for the party tonight. He had to iron his sweatshirt and new pair of jeans. He looked towards the kitchen. His mum was busy with the pudding and pie. And in the master bedroom, dad was getting his suit ready for church that night.
“Sherry, not now. May be later. I am groggy and I need some coffee. Morever, I have a party tonight,” said Sam, his voice a little annoyed.
Sherry’s smile fell away. And the sight of that hit Sam hard. He had burst the little one’s Christmas bubble. He had been too concerned about his own selfish problem. The tiny tears, which had formed at the corner of her eyes, broke Sam’s heart a little.
But Sam was not four year’s old. He was a grown-up. He could fix this with his brains and wit. He knew that they did not have that particular brand of bubble-making detergent
in the house. Without upsetting her further, he coolly laid the blame on the absent detergent. “Besides Sherry, you need to have Joy,” he said.
The strange look on Sherry’s face scared Sam. What if she started crying? That would upset everyone. But, hang on! Sherry’s eyes lit up. In less than an instant, Sherry solved her brother’s small problem with a wonderful truth.
“O! Sammy,” she yelled, with all the enthusiasm and Christmas excitement she could possibly communicate, “I do have Joy, lots of it!”
Sam couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He ran down the stairs, into the lawn and drove as quickly as he could to the departmental store in the locality for his Joy. After all, Sherry had hers.
The entire family was out on the front lawn, creating gigantic, shiny orbs – each one filled with Joy and shimmering in the bright Christmas sun. And Sherry and Sam led the pack. Both had the most wonderful Christmas!
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Christmas Love...
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Posted:Jun 1, 2012 9:38 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 2:19 pm
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Seven-year-old Ben was super excited. Christmas was just a day away. With his mum Rhea, he hurried into the crowded shop to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. With his little hands, he jostled his way into the toy section as his mum watched him with amusement. While some people mumbled at the prices of the toys, little Ben got busy selecting toy cars for himself.
Suddenly Rhea found that instead of focusing on the car in his hand, he was staring at something in the corner. Out of the corner of her eye Rhea saw a little boy, rather shabbily dressed, gently holding a doll. Ben was staring at him in a strange manner. The boy kept touching the blonde doll’s hair as he held her. “Mum, I wonder who the doll is for,” said Ben to Rhea when he saw his mum looking at what he had been.
Both watched him turn to an old lady and ask earnestly, “Are you sure I don’t have enough money for this?” The lady replied impatiently, “Song, you do know that you don’t have enough money for it. It’s too expensive.”
The boy’s face fell but he continued to hold the doll. Rhea was touched to see Ben look sad when the lady told the little boy to keep the doll back and wait for her there as she had to go get some other things. “Song, I shall be back in a few minutes and we will go home then.”
Rhea watched Ben leave her side and walk up to Song. The contrast between the two little ones was a little too marked. Ben, all smartly dressed and Song, clothed in a dirty attire. Ben gave him one of his precious bars of chocolate. Rhea knew Ben had taken a liking to that boy or he wouldn’t have shred his coco bar.
Then Ben gently asked the boy who the doll was for. Song lifted his tear-stained face and said, “It’s for my sister. She wanted this doll badly for Christmas. She wanted Santa to bring it.”
Little Ben did not know what to say to this. So, Rhea walked up and told the boy that may be Santa was going to bring it. But, Song said “Well aunty, my sister is with Jesus. She left last week. Santa can’t go there.” Before Rhea could react, he continued, “Dad says Mommy will join her soon. So, I want to give the doll to my Mommy for her.”
Ben kept staring as the boy again said, “I have begged Dad to tell Mommy to wait till I got back from the store.” Then Song pulled out some pictures from his pocket and showed them to the two of them. “I want Mommy to take this with her so that she always remembers me.”
By this time, the old lady had come back and asked Song to leave with her. They left the toy section. Rhea too wheeled her cart away with Ben by her side.
Suddenly Ben pulled at her skirt and asked her, “Mum, can I please have some money?” Rhea was surprised. “Sweetheart, what do you need money for. We will buy all that you want,” she assured her .
“Mum, I want to gift the blonde toy to Song, please mum,” Ben begged of Rhea. “Mum, I promise not to ask you for anything till next Christmas. Let this be your Christmas gift for me,” said Ben.
Rhea was so touched. She hugged him tight. Little Ben had really understood what Christmas was all about. What more could a mum ask of her !
Rhea reached into her purse and pulled out some money. “Now Ben here is more than Song would need for that doll. Ask him to buy the doll for his sister and a nice toy car for himself,” Rhea said.
“Even then I can see it’s too much Mum, you sure you want to give it all to him? Won’t Daddy be angry,” asked Ben.
Gulping her tears, Rhea added, “Ben, without his mum, Song will be very lonely. You can tell him to buy lots to games to keep himself busy, okay.” Ben nodded as his mum slipped the money into his hand.
Ben ran after Song as Rhea followed with tears flowing down her cheeks. For once, she felt grateful for the family her Ben had. He would never be lonely for she would always be there with him. She wiped her tears away as she reached them.
The money was plenty for the doll. Song softly thanked Ben and said, “Thank you Jesus for giving me so much money.” Song explained, “I had just asked Jesus to give some money to buy this doll so Mommy can take it with her to give to my sister.”
“Jesus heard my prayer and has given me so much,” said Song as he hugged Ben tight. “Granny, we can come back for my car and games later. They must be waiting for us at home,” said Song.
The old lady was about to say something to Rhea but she understood what had happened. They left quietly.
To lighten things, Rhea asked Ben if he had chosen his plane. He had coveted it for long. “No, mum I just had my gift. Thanks,” replied Ben very calmly. That night for the fist time, without anyone coaxing me, Ben prayed for some 5 minutes before going to sleep. He also held his parents closer than usual before leaving for his room. The love that Song had for his mum and sister has affected Ben as well!
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A Leaders' Heart
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Posted:Jun 1, 2012 9:37 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 2:19 pm
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In a very dark day, a quarrel in a family that resulted in a of dissidents were expelled from the village. The boy ran up the mountain to bring thousands of hurt there. Where there is no one person can find himself.
“Why everything becomes like this”
“Why am I not wanted in my family”
were asked to nature while lamenting the sadness that happened to him.
were aware that many of the mistakes that he did and a lot of dreams that have not materialized. He walked in a very dense forest, the forest around it and found a small shack which is very bad, he slept there.
A moment she awoke from a nap on the fabric matt, with open eyes.
“Ahhhh …. just a dream”, he said, casually, but she remembered what happened to him, then his whole body sweat that made her body tremble.
“Haaaaaa ……” he shouted above the bed.
“It’s not a dream!”, He continued as he ran up the hill on hold as he sat and stared at the sky.
The boy looked toward the sky there is no stopping, and saying …
“I’m sorry mom”
“I love you mom”
“I’m sorry for all the mothers fault, which has made you hurt!”
Then he got up and stood on a hilltop high above the great abyss
“… Listen to mom?”
“I’m sorry !!!!!”
Her scream is very shocking the entire village with a very powerful voice, like thunder.
A moment later, the rain falls. ’s family ran up the hill there and find the is above the top of the hill, past the boy’s mother said:
“I have forgiven my ..”
“Come here … let’s go over here sonny !!..”
Begged the boy’s mother. Rose mother ran and embraced him with the warmth.
Suddenly the white light came and grabbed the sky. exposed to white light the rose. Boy’s body out of light ranging from toe to tip of hair, then one by one part of her body shone white as she carried flying from earth to heaven. Until finally disappearing in her mother’s arms.
“My …”, his mother cried in the rain drenched the earth’s surface at that time unless the mother and . His was given a bracelet that has only seven colors in her mother’s every moment glowing one by one until the sun began to reappear, as usual. Rainbow adorned with beautiful villages, from the west side of the rainbow appeared, and then reappear from the east side of the rainbow, so three rainbows that have been published.
“Calm down my … look for happiness in there!! .. With three rainbow always be with you …”.
No longer the look of sadness in the eyes of his mother. His mother has given up her ’s departure. Because her mother knew he would live in her heart forever.
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Being - Short Contest Story
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Posted:Jun 1, 2012 9:36 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2015 4:08 am
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Long hair, Bharatanatyam, feminism, cooking. Kohl in her eyes and a cake for every birthday in the family. Shopping for hand-woven sarees and carnations for her living room. She loved being a woman.
But when it happened for the third time, she hoped she’d give birth to a boy.
Seventeen years ago, when she lost her aunt, she was too young to understand what it meant to hate a disease. She missed her aunt but didn’t question her going away. Fifteen years later, as she watched her mother being wheeled into the operation theater, she was livid—because it was unfair. And then, another year and another diagnosis later, she wasn’t sure whether what she felt was fear or hatred. For her sex or for the disease. Perhaps, for both.
And so, at every ultrasound appointment, she would strain her eyes and see if she could trick the technician and catch that one glimpse—hoping to see proof of maleness. Unfortunately, because some laws are better respected than others in this country, she could never see anything below the abdomen and above the knee.
At the baby store, she would finger the pink A-line frocks but would buy shorts and tee-shirts instead. She would look at cute little girls in their traditional dresses with flowers in their hair and dream of plaiting her own ’s hair. And then, immediately reprimanding herself, she’d snap out of the dream.
Nine months went by, hope turning into belief—belief that the life inside her was a male. That he’d be free from danger. That he could live his life without fear—or that she could live hers without fear for him. A few days before her due date, she could see him—round face, wavy hair, brown eyes, and a wide grin—a splitting image of her own younger self. She could hear his voice call out to her as he constructed what he called a ship, from his Lego blocks. She could see him grimace at the veggies. She had long conversations with him about baking cookies together. She had bought books for him already and she’d read them to him at bedtime. She’d laugh at the thought that she probably wouldn’t know how to make him pee because she’d never been around a young boy before. She knew it was a boy. It had to be a boy.
And yet, she thought of two names—one for a boy and one for a girl—just, god forbid, in case.
When the gynecologist opened her up and pulled the baby out by its legs and declared the sex, she thought she had heard wrong—she thought she’d seen something in her last ultrasound—it had definitely looked like a boy. She shut her eyes even tighter beneath the eye mask. A little later, when she could open her eyes, she was handed a bundle—the baby looked at her through knowing, slit-shaped eyes, and smiled. She cradled the bundle in her arms and kissed a pink cheek.
“It’s going to be okay—nothing will happen to you—I won’t let it,” she whispered into the baby’s ears.
Within minutes, mother and were fast asleep, one dreaming of dance classes and dresses; the other just being in her mother’s arms.
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Water Agnel
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Posted:Jun 1, 2012 9:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2015 9:14 am
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I left my two-year-old without kissing him good-bye.
“Mama’s running to the store, play with daddy. I’ll be back soon.”
His dark brown eyes pierced the armor guarding my heart—as if we both knew I was lying.
But that was impossible. Mason had a hard enough time stringing together a coherent sentence, let alone comprehending the fact he’d never see his mother again.
Lyle didn’t so much as peel his eyes from the TV, or his lazy ass from the couch. Nothing new there. The last I heard of my husband’s voice?
A grunt.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Grabbing my purse and keys from the table, I turned away from the life I never chose.
A clean break.
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Thud.
Thud.
Thudthudthudthudthud.
Lyle’s rusty Ford pick-up clambered against serrated concrete on the shoulder of highway 101, snapping my eyes open for the millionth time. I rolled the window down further. Hot air caressed my face, pleading with me to give into the exhaustion, in all forms.
Better stop for the night.
Headlights washed over a sign that pointed out the exit ramp, so I eased off the gas. My tired eyes sought the clock as if it held the answer to why I’d driven for 8 hours.
480 minutes spent distracting myself from brown eyes that had the power to disarm me.
28,800 seconds of forcing myself to forget another pair of eyes that had executed my very soul. Green as the creek she drowned in a month ago.
You can run but you can’t hide from that kind of agony. It haunts every crevice of the mind. Impossibly long eyelashes framed gleaming emeralds, her plump lips were always drawn into a smile by the simplest things. Like the butterflies in the field she toddled after, fast as her eleven-month-old legs could carry her.
That’s when it happened.
I thought Lyle had her.
He thought I did.
Our parents and the rest of the family assumed she was with us.
But all along the creek had her.
Clutching her to its chest—holding her tighter than I ever could.
I ground my teeth together, a barricade against the cries that rose in my throat. At first it came out muffled, then the wail of a dying animal filled the cab. The first sound to grace it since I’d pulled out of the driveway. Carbon dioxide exited my mouth in staggered gasps as I turned onto a main road in small-town-somewhere-Ohio.
Newstartnewstartnewstart…
My mantra fueled a twisted optimism. Never again would I deal with the fault Lyle placed on my shoulders. No more thoughts of Mavis, a flaccid angel afloat, with short curls swaying to a beat of their own. Good-bye to my anger toward Mason for distracting me when my baby girl needed me more than he did.
Relief morphed into a shocking clarity that rippled through me like a jet-ski disrupting a small fishing boat. Waves of understanding crashed into my chest, spraying my cheeks—pointing the finger at them had enabled me to avoid the truth.
I killed her.
By failing at motherhood.
A horn blared. My foot lingered between gas and brake—I’d stumbled between worlds for weeks now.
The living.
The dead.
Without a moment’s hesitation I made my choice.
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Things Lost... Short Contest Story
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Posted:Jun 1, 2012 9:35 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 2:19 pm
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I studied the world outside the frosted glass, hoping it would distract me from the wrapped present in my hands. The refrigerator hummed, the logs in the fireplace crackled as the heat deemed too much on the chunks of wood, and the rush of holiday traffic buzzed by in a hurried frenzy. Even with all that went on around me, the absolute stillness within the walls of my once home pierced my ears and rattled me to the core.
Don’t go there.
I brought my attention back to the present. I couldn’t imagine how someone got in to my house, but for some reason, I wasn’t concerned. I shrugged it off, imagining that it must’ve come from a co-worker or a friend from the past, trying to restore a breath of life back into me.
I glanced around the room and managed to crack a smile. It must’ve been strange to whoever left it, seeing my tree up – lighted and decorated. It was the only thing I still did at Christmas, a tradition too deep-seated to discontinue, no matter how difficult it was. It brought the smallest amount of joy back to me before reality would strike, giving me the stark realization that those memories, would never be lived out again.
The slender crimson bow slipped off the package. My fingers slid under the gold tinseled wrapping paper, removing the rectangular box. I hesitated and then lifted the lid. The tissue paper crinkled as I removed it, revealing what was inside.
My heart stopped.
My eyes darted around the room; sure that someone was in my house playing a cruel joke on me. I lifted the black beaded bracelet out which looked like an identical replica of the one Ian got me on our wedding day. I opened up the silver prayer box charm, only to discover the tiny slip of paper we wrote our names on before the ceremony. It was our handwriting.
It couldn’t be.
It was lost at the scene of the accident.
I went back and searched for it.
It wasn’t there.
I peered back into the box to find a piece of paper folded at the bottom. My hands trembled as I opened it. Gasping, I threw the paper and bracelet down, sobbing into my hands.
The memory.
The note.
The understanding.
It all hit me with the same force of the white F-150. The crushing feeling squeezed the air from my lungs as I relived the accident.
The headlights, too bright, coming straight toward us. My precious Camden screaming from the back where he was strapped into his car seat. Ian’s arm extending out across my chest to brace me from the impact.
The sound of only one heart beat surviving the accident.
I picked up the note again. It was Ian’s handwriting.
We miss you and we love you. We can’t wait until the day we meet again.
Love,
Your Boys.
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Wish upon a star
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Posted:Jun 1, 2012 9:31 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 2:19 pm
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Lisa got divorced from her husband a year ago. Their marriage, which was apparently everything about love and trust, did end rather quickly – in less than four years. The love that had been there in the beginning did waned away so quickly that Lisa almost wondered if it had ever been there in the first place. However, what did made her forget the bitter experience was her little Rob. The baby was the sole joy to her life.
Rob was her world, and they shared a bond that was simply beautiful. Lisa didn’t want just about anyone to be added to their duo and, moreover, the dating prospects in that small town seemed rather bleak. Besides, she wasn’t even sure if a man would be interested in forming a real relationship with a 32-year-old mother. Most of the dates she had were just too casual.
Lisa’s best friend from school; ‘Lou was flying down from China. Lisa so wanted to spend some time with her. They haven’t had a chance to meet for years and she knew that she owed it to her. Occupying her parents as babysitters for little Rob, Lisa left for the family lake house with her gang of girls. Their only plan was to eat, drink, splash around, talk, and just relax for the weekend.
Friday was spent almost lazing around the cottage. On Saturday afternoon, Lisa and her friends did decide to go to the lake. Dressed in itsy-bitsy bikinis, as they neared the lake, they saw boats all lined by the harbor. There was blaring music and people were hopping from one boat onto another. Some others floated in the water, and inner tubes, with beers in their hand. Lisa wondered how she would survive in the midst of all this. Their boat Merrigold was received with hoots from the crowd.
They were thinking where to anchor their boat when they saw a few tanned men waving towards them from on a nearby boat. They seemed quite sober. Lisa did not know why! But those guys helped them by taking their boat to the middle. One among of them happened to catch her eyes. He had beer mugs in each of his hand. Offering one at Lisa, he queried for her name. “Lisa. And yours?” “Bran,” he replied, bowing down before her. Lisa almost burst into giggles.
Amidst all the chaos, they were already started with a conversation while most of the others got themselves busy dancing. The two soon realized that there were hardly any similarities to both of them. While ‘Bran was a hard-core meat eater; Lisa was a pure vegetarian. She had graduated at the top of her college. Bran took three years to complete, focusing more on basketball instead of his studies. He had a drawl; while Lisa spoke with the correct diction of a very sophisticated lady. However, both were continuously drawn back into a conversation with one another. There was a definite mutual attraction between the two….Lisa wondered how his lips may taste against hers…and…
When it was their time to go, Bran said he wanted to take her out for lunch. For Lisa, Bran was certainly attractive and fun, but she wasn’t sure if he was her type. Nevertheless, she decided to spend some time with him.
Before their first date, Lisa did tell him about Rob, ‘the most important person in her life. Just so as to allow Bran a chance to retract his date invitation. It wouldn’t have been fair to Bran. His only response to this was, “That’s fine with me. I was raised by a single mum, too.”
They started going out for movies, shopping and parties regularly. “Bran, well, I am dating other people,” Lisa told him one day. “Not an issue,” Bran replied, “Lisa! I want you to know I’m not.” Lisa was little surprised hearing this. Never once did Bran had questioned her about her other dates.
Three months later, Lisa finally decided it was time to let Rob and Bran meet. Bran became the only one of all her dates that she wanted to meet her . Rob was too young and she certainly didn’t want any men coming in and out of Rob’s life. Bran’s confident personality convinced Lisa that he was the right man and even the time too was right.
At Lisa’s house to meet Rob, Bran had carried gifts of cars, trains and car-themed books. From his conversations with Lisa, he knew that Rob enjoyed anything that moved – trains, trucks and cars. Rob had been hiding in his room before, but almost as he saw the gifts he ran towards his mum’s friend. Little Rob was simply thrilled. He had never been gifted with so many toys together. He even asked Bran to read him from the books. They sat together on that couch, reading – just as a father and a would.
Later they went for a little walk around the park; his mum would usually take him to. That day, Rob and Bran decided to get down into the creek, fishing for stones, laughing and exploring. Soon, Lisa was forgotten!!
The first meeting could not have been better than this. Against her better judgment, Lisa already began thinking of them together as a family.
In the months that followed, the three of them spent a lot of happy time together. Bran changed Rob’s diapers; read for him and also thought him to play basketball. Whenever they went out together Bran was the one to push little Rob’s baby walker around. Between all of this, Bran made love to Lisa, madly and passionately.’ just about at any time Rob wasn’t there.
It was not as frequent like most couples did, but Bran never ever did complain. He was somehow patient and kind. The very quality in him that had won Lisa over. Bran was exactly the person she ever needed. There wasn’t anything artificial about him and he remained just the same even when he was with his set of friends. Lisa actually had never quite met anyone like him, before…
Once on a trip to the mountains, after almost a year of being friends, ‘Bran proposed to her. Much like a reflex, Lisa shouted, “Of course!” Their marriage took place in the same mountain tops. The priest was there too. Little Rob in a black suit looked incredibly handsome as he gave his mum away to his beloved Bran. The exchanged vows between them were had been written by themselves.
Bran told her that he had loved her all his life and that even before he met her, he knew she would come along. For her part, Lisa said he was much more than the man of her dreams. When the ceremony was over, Rob handed her a bunch of buttercups he himself had picked. Cute indeed!
Lisa tucked them into her wedding bouquet. And with this all the three of them smilingly walked down the hilltop towards their lives in togetherness….
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Joke: Rip of wife's Panties.... :))
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Posted:May 29, 2012 4:53 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 2:19 pm
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Harry says, “I can’t wait to get home and rip my wife’s panties off.”
Charlie says, “You’re that horny?”
Harry says, “No, they’re that tight on me.”
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