Leaving
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Posted:Nov 26, 2007 1:24 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 3:16 am
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After thinking long and hard on this (Okay I didn't need to think about this at all), I shall be departing Affairlook.
My time here has been quite useless and a waste of money. I have made one friend through Affairlook, I have had roughly three of my messages responded to, almost been scammed once and had a bunch of people say they want to meet, but not actually be at the meeting point.
So.
Considering I don't really need this to find a partner, a fuck buddy, a one night stand, etc. I think I will just ditch it.
To the one person I got to know here, thank you. To anyone else, bye.
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Fantasy Story: The Doll Collector - Part 1
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Posted:Oct 25, 2007 9:26 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 3:16 am
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Sarah staggered in to the dimly lit hallway of an unknown house, the single light in th nearby living room gave off just enough light to see. Her face was cast in a great shadow, but her soft white skin and ruby red lips were highlighted by her dark brown hair. She tripped a little and stammered forwards, knocking both her heels from her feet at the same time. Before hitting the ground an arm swooped to protect her, the owner of this unfamiliar house, Mike. He unlike her had no stagger or sway to his actions, he was stone cold sober, just as he was every Friday night when he brought back a new drunk girl.
Mike held her against his chest, pushing the door shut and listening as the yale clicked. His left arm cradled her neck as he pulled her off her feet, his right arm holding her legs up. Slowly he carried her in to the light of the living room and laid her to rest on his couch, propping her head against such a soft and smooth piece of furniture. Jenna closed her eyes a little and dozed slightly, hearing the words of Mike as he dissapeared, "I'll get you another drink".
Mike headed out to the kitchen to begin making a drink for Jenna, but he made it especially slow, waiting ever so patiently for the same thing that happens every week. He smirked as it came, a shrill scream came from the living room. With this scream, Mike made no hurry to return to her, eventually arriving with but a glass of white wine for her. He settled down at the bottom of her feet, placing the glass besides her, then looked up to her shocked face - She was petrified.
"Do you like my work?" Mike asked, his eyes upon hers, her eyes upon this object. What had been the pillow of Jenna was no furniture, but a lifelike doll. She sat gloriously in a french maids outfit, looking roughly 5'1 with an inhuman physique. It wasn't that she looked inhuman, it was that her body was perfect, as though she was crafted to be some Avatar of a Goddess. Auburn hair was tied back, with a little of the fringe free, covering the left half of her face, covering her left bright glazed green eye. Her breasts looked large, larger than any woman Jenna had bumped in to in person, she became quite transfixed by them. They looked so firm yet soft, as though gravity had no power over them. Jenna's right hand began to hover towards this doll, reaching up and pushing at the left breast, shocked once more at how real they felt. A shiver ran down her spine, as though something were terribly wrong here, a lifelike doll, if it wasn't for the glazed eyes, the sheer to the skin or the perfect shape... She could have been a real woman.
"You made'er?" she questioned with a slur in her voice.
"That I did, and many others. Amber here is one of my finest pieces though" answered Mike, a touch of pride in his voice, yet a dark sarcastic tone entwined. "Would you like me to show you how I make them?"
She hovered over the question, something was disturbing her but before she had any chance to think through her answer, she blurted out, "Yes please!"
Mike guided Jenna from the living room to the entrance to his basement, he slowly opened the little wooden door and flicked on the light as they entered. This was unlike most basements, it wasn't cold, dark or 'scary', it was warm, homely, very comfortable. Sat on a couch over at one end of the room were a few more dolls, sat in their splendor and glory. The other side of the room was mirrored with what looked like hanging devices infront of them. Mike noticed Jenna's attention had moved to the hanging devices and spoke up, "That's where I paint them, I find it much easier to find the minor flaws when looking in a mirror, don't you?" he smiled and Jenna nodded unsurely. She turned at the base of the stairs and began to look around, there was at least 14 dolls in this room, each dressed in some sort of costume, all different heights, but keeping their perfect figure. Jenna turned to Mike abruptly, but things went dark. A loose piece of pipe had found its way to Mike's right hand, the other end of the pipe had found its way to Jenna's head. Jenna fell a crumbled heap...
[ I've had a long day at work so I'm doing a "To Be Continued". I hope you liked this much of the story and hope you like the next. Please leave comments, good or bad. I do like to hear where I'm going wrong.  ]
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Women's Shirts
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Posted:Sep 2, 2007 1:45 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2007 11:03 am
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I was walking through town on Saturday, it was a very hot day so everyone was in shorts and short shirts.
Anyway I noticed a lot of the women had things written on their shirts, so here I was casually walking down the street, when along came a woman with "I love my HOOTERS" on her shirt. I took a glance to read what was written on the shirt, she looked at me and gave me such a cold glare. The same kept happening throughout the day. It's not that I was a pervert staring at their breasts, I was trying to read what was on their shirt. It's just one of those things, you see words on a shirt and you have to look out of curiousity.
So, why do women wear such shirts then give you one of those "You filthy pervert! Stop looking at my breasts!" sort of looks?
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Farts
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Posted:Aug 25, 2007 12:28 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2007 11:01 am
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So I went out tonight with some friends, we sat on the balcony at the Battle Club having a drink and a fag. Then there was other guys sat near us, they farted, you could HEAR their farts.
Now the question I put to anyone who reads this. Why do so many men fart so loud? Like, my friends and I, when we fart, we do what we can to keep it subtle and silent. There's nothing worse than being out for a drink or meal and hearing this earth shattering fart.
So opinion and comments please, men and women, why do men fart so loud?
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Life, don't talk to me about life...
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Posted:Aug 25, 2007 2:29 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 3:16 am
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Felt like a Douglas Adam's sort of title 
This whole week has been a bit crap really, working every day, having little to no time to socialise, but at least I've been getting some time before bed to chat with people on Affairlook.
Thursday was a day I thought would be fun. We had the semi-finals for the Battle Pool League. The Royal British Legion vs. The Abbey. The Abbey have quite a strong team, but our team was also strong... Until people decided not to turn up. We had four of the regulars, Colin (The Captain), Sharky, Mary and Myself. Granted, Mary sometimes plays really poor, but, she's a lot like me, when she gets going, she gets going. Anyway, we had to pick up some of the 'back up' team, Gary and Giles. We started playing and was winning, until Colin messed up, lost both his games, Mary lost her first and won the second by default, Gile's... He had two shots on the black with the ball over the pocket, messed it up on both shots, had another shot after and messed up again. I swear he was throwing the game. It ended up a draw and went in to Sudden Death. From 8pm till about 2am we was playing pool and lost in the end. Basically, because Gile's messed up a game that was handed to him.
That night was a disaster and I was nackered for work the next day. I've been working almost all week and was hoping today I'd be able to get some rest and do some packing for my new house. I was wrong. My Brother failed to turn up at work, so I've been called in again. I agreed I'd do cover shifts, but I'm being dragged in every day these days. I'm happy in a way as I'm getting money, which I need for my new house, but it's getting a little annoying.
As for my new house, that's been set back again. Completion date is the 7th of September now. That gives me a week to get my things in before I go to Florida.
The only thing I have left that I'm looking forwards to is Tuesday, well was looking forwards to. I'd managed to get Tuesday off, as I'm going out with my Kitten to watch a movie, lunch and afew drinks. But I've now been dragged in to work. So I have to be in at 7.30am, finish at midday, head home, shower and change, then head in to Hastings to meet her. My social life is getting ruined, I miss being able to spontaniously go out with friends.
Anyway, I've made some changes to my profile. Hopefully that'll be updated soon enough.
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Agony & Relaxation
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Posted:Aug 19, 2007 1:55 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2007 11:02 am
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So Friday turned out quite well. I went to the Working Mans Club and played a few framed of pool with Bob. Beat him over and over again, then played some doubles with Bob, Katie and Trevor. Trevor got annoyed being beaten by me as he used to play on a professional level. But we had a few drinks and a good laugh. Then went to the Royal British Legion. I met up with another team player for the Legion and we had a few practice games. She's getting a lot better now, hopefully she won't lose her games in the semi-finals. Well she's either getting better, or I'm getting distracted by her body. Who knows...
Saturday was an okay day, pulled a few hours at Earls to give Will and Rachel a lunch break, then went down to the Working Mans Club, had a chat with Colin (Captain of the RBL Pool Team in my town). He said he wanted me in the first group for the semi-finals, that we're playing the Abbey, at the Abbey. I hate that pub. Their drinks are horrid, their pool table is complete crap. I'll end up with gut rot if I drink anything there, but it's a sacrifice to be made to get a win for the Legion.
After speaking with Colin I went home for a bit then back out to play some more pool at the Legion. Once more she was there, we had some great games together. I for once noticed her wedding finger, it had a ring on it. Guess I'll have to just watch her from afar, ah well.
When I got home though, I had a great text conversation with a friend that rekindled my faith in women. We spent a few hours talking in texts, till about 1am where the conversation strayed to naughty things. She told me she's always wanted to use a strap-on on a man. I told her she could use me if she let me do something to her in return. She accepted, but now I don't know what I want from her. I suggested every position in the kama sutra, but... Maybe there's something else I want. Does anyone have any suggestions for me? She won't do anal, she hates that, but she's up for anything else other than anal. Suggestions would be most appreciated.
This morning I woke up and found myself in complete agony. For once I've a day off work, but it's a Sunday. I managed to somehow break a tooth last night, the left side of my face hurts like hell, but the dentist isn't open on Sundays. I wanted to sit back and relax today, do some laundry, hang around on Affairlook a bit, but all I can think of at the moment is the pulsing ache in my mouth 
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First Entry
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Posted:Aug 17, 2007 6:14 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2007 1:07 am
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I figured I'd start doing a blog on here as it could be fun and may let people know more about me.
Today, so far, has been an uneventful day. I woke up late this morning (7.20am) so had ten minutes to get ready and get to work. I'm currently working part time at a Coffee Shop in my town, which is an okay job, easy enough and brings in some money. Either way, I've felt like crap all day due to the huge rush this morning.
Fortunately, during my shift, I was received a call informing me of my new house. Completion date is the 31st of this month, I can't wait to move in. The bonus to it is, it's a month before my birthday. I'm planning one huge piss up for my 22nd and fingers crossed, my friend from Glasgow will be coming down. I do hope she does, she and I have a few things we need to 'finish up' *grins*
Anyway, I've finished work now, back at the room I'm renting and relaxing. I was hoping I'd have some mail from the people I messaged yesterday, but no luck there, maybe I should broaden my searches some.
Time for me to sit back and relax though, 4 hours till my weekly drinking, pool and snooker session with friends. Strangely enough, me saying friends would make you think of a bunch of young guys out causing a ruckus, quite the opposite. One a week I go out with friends of the family and people I've met in the Royal British Legion and Battle Club.I don't think one of them is younger than 45.
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