Winners and Losers
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Posted:Nov 2, 2011 9:52 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 12:45 am
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There are quite a few females that seem to have the looks and the body that puts them in the top 10% of females and should be able to live the life of the rich and famous. But they seem to settle for the poor and losers? My sugarbabe is 20 and has a roommate the same age. The roommate is very pretty, cute and sexy. She was pregnant at 18 and split with the guy before the baby was born because he treated her mean. She has a boy friend now who fights with her all the time. And she is fucking both of them. They are both Army Rangers, very muscular and fit and good looking. But isn't there more to life than fucking good looking athletic guys? Oh I love to fuck and most of the girls I have been with really want to see me again. But it is the whole experience that counts for them. They are tired of the poor and losers. They want more out of life. Why do girls pick losers? Do you?
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The best ever cybersex transcript
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Posted:Oct 27, 2011 1:04 pm
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2011 4:41 pm
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Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from WalMart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?
Wellhung: OK
Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What's the matter?
Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I'm on the bed aching for you.
Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing each other.
\Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman' s thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
Sweetheart: (logged off)
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You can find her on my facebook page
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Posted:Oct 19, 2011 3:49 pm
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2011 12:27 pm
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This is the original meeting: I got a hotel room and took my potential new sugar there. She wanted to break up with her boyfriend but that meant looking for a new place, and I was going to be giving her an allowance. We started with some very heavy passionate French kissing hands roaming.. she has a sweet ass.. my hands inside her pants massaging her ass... tongues engaged.. noticed she had a tongue ring.. my tongue playing with the tongue ring bodies pulsing against each other.. she is straddling me as I sit on the bed.. my hands massaging her ass and up and down her back.. up under her shirt and undoing her bra . she is sitting on my cock and gyrating .. I am cupping her tit and twisting her nipple... all the time passionately kissing, panting.. I reach up and loosen my tie .. and she undoes it.. I am taking off my cuff links, slipping my suspenders off my shoulders.. and we are still locked mouth to mouth in deep kiss... she unbuttoned my shirt and soon it is off ... we break the kiss for her to pull her shirt off leaving both of us without tops.. and we are locked again in a keep kiss.. tongues pressing one against the other.. playing with the tongue ring with my tongue and around her teeth... I roll backward so she is lying on top of me.. my one hand down her pants on her ass.. my other hand caressing her breast and once in while twisting the nipple... she is rocking on me and on top of my pounding member... finally I push back up and undo her pants button and unzip her pants..
and then my own.. which are soon lying on the floor.. hers are too.. as she again straddles me.. my cock slides in as she comes down on me and we are moving thrusting.. kissing, hands over ass, boobs, stomach.. i am nibbling on her nipple and then kissing again.. she asks what I want to do.. I roll to one side and begin to move down on her.. until my head is between her legs.. She tells me I am good.. she tells me I am good kisser.. I am good eating her .. she doesn't cum ... but I am on top thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy.. kissing and fondling.. thrusting ramming deep and harder
and I have to stop or I will cum.. so I roll to the side .. and she is on top and moving on my rock hard log and kissing and kissing, and fondling her breast.. and she keeps telling me I am sexy.. she keeps asking me how is she.. we kept at it for almost two hours.. Once she started cumming, she came again and again. I held back cumming for over an hour.. but even after cumming, I remained hard and we kept fucking and sucking and eating and kissing for another hour.. this is graphic, but I cannot really grab how sexually charged it was.. I have not stayed that hard for so long in several decades.. and she was very wet and lubricated for the whole two hours.. many women dry out and there has to be a cooling down time before we start again.. in Tbilisi I am noted for going four hours, there are times when I am soft and it takes time for me to recharge..I was hard the whole time.
That was a couple years ago. She wanted to split with her b/f and I was going to underwrite the cost of a new apartment. A few days after we met she called to say she was 5 weeks pregnant. She wanted to abort; boyfriend wanted to keep. She ended up keeping the baby and staying with b/f-- but they eventually split anyway. Well I recently add a social site (face book, you can find her there as one of my friends) and she added me as a friend. I had written up our sexcapade and she read it just after it happened but i sent it again. This is what she wrote back to me:
Exactly as I remember it. With each line that I read, I could feel myself getting more wet. I wanna wrap my hands around your hard cock and stroke it, kiss it, and lick it up and down. I remember first seeing it and wondering if I would be able to handle something that big. I enjoyed every second that you were inside of me. Thinking of the way you grabbed my ass and played with my breasts makes me horny and too wet. What should I do with myself?
(My note: it is not that long, but it is thick)
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BEST QUOTE EVER REGARDING WOMEN....
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Posted:Jan 17, 2011 5:35 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2011 3:42 pm
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Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby, give her a house, and she'll give you a home, give her groceries, she'll give you a meal, give her a smile , she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of SHIT!!!
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First Blog - tell me what you think
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Posted:Dec 29, 2010 2:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2013 9:09 am
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Some weeks ago I walked past a guy wearing a T-shirt that read: “I wish I were rich instead of good looking.” Got me to thinking. Most guys with money are not good looking, are older, and more often than not, overweight. However, they also tend to be very intelligent, persistent, intense, and have real integrity. If they say they will do something, they do it. George Carlin once wrote his rules saying he did not want to join classmates because he could care less about those he went to high school with. In fact he said the guy who cut his lawn was the high school football team’s quarterback. The guy who was so popular, voted most likely to succeed, handsomest guy, most personality. Interestingly, that was the guy who eeked out a living cutting grass. I have to say when I went back for my high school reunion I was the one who had done financially the best. No one in high school had ever picked me to succeed. I was the nerd, the geek, very intelligent, but socially inept in high school. Didn’t blossom until college when I became big man on campus: frat pres, student body senate. The most popular guys from high school, the “hunks” make enough to retire. I would guess most of them would have bought into that T-shirt: “I wish I were rich instead of good looking.”
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