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I was in Toronto Ontario with a
friend. We went to a club house.I knew some of the guys.I went to the
bar to get a drink,my throat was dry from the blow job I just gave,and
needed badly to wash down the cummmmmm.well anyway you get my
drift!This sweet looking striker grabs my hand and says " you
know what would look good on you!No I said! He laughs and says My
Fucken Balls,and grabs his bag!That was the beginning of the best time
of my life!Donny has been dead since 1975 and I still havent found a
man to fill his boots! Here,s to you Donny where ever you are.Ride em
Hi! Ride em Hard!
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So I was with this guy,
John, and we had recentally broken up but we were both
thinking it was a huge mistake so he decided to invite me
over and we could try again. It was supposed to be just as
friends kinda thing. When I got to his house we decided to
hang out at another friends house, Dan. At Dans house we
sat in his room and just hung out and I kissed John but it
wasnt really romantic or sweet, it really had no emotion
to it. He kept going down my shirt, completely forgetting
that we are NOT dating, Then he tells Dan its okay he can
go down my shirt too... like he owns me and John didnt
even talk to me, we are 15 and this happened a week ago.
So he got up and decided to play vidio games and left me
sitting there with Dan. Me and Dan started to flirt. He
kept tickeling me and he picked upo my hand like he was
gonna hold hands with me but suddenly remembered John was
in the room and John was still thinking of going back out
with me. Then we decided to go to this school and to the
park. They hadnt told me what time it was and I had to be
back at Johns house by 8:45. On the way to the school I
hadnt really thought of where we were or where we were
going until I noticed one house, the house of an old
friend. I started to have a panic attack and started to
cry. Then we got to the school and they had ditched me. I
had no clue where I was going and they were on bikes and
made me walk all the way to the school. When I didnt see
them ant more I was so afraid I was lost and thought about
just walking in some random street, anything to get out of
there. Then I found them and I asked what time it was
"ten till nine" I said "what the hell! I
need to get back NOW!" and I just left and ran nearly
a mile back to Johns house leaving them back at the
school. John finally cought up to me on his bike and said
"whats wrong?" I just mumbeled something and ran
faster, it seems I can run extremely fast when I'm mad. I
got there right as my brother drove into Johns!
drive way. They didnt even try to say bye to me. I
felt used
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I met a guy on line. I
liked his picture, and whenever we chatted on messengers, the
conversation just flowed. He was the same age as me (or so he
said), and we talked for about three weeks. He asked me out on a
date, and I agreed to go. My gut instinct kept telling me
something was amuck a few hours before the date and I called my best
girlfriend about the date. I told her all about where I was
going and how I met the guy and that I didn't know what was going to
be happening. Since I hadn't done that sort of thing before, and
was a bit apprehensive, I told her I'd somehow sneak a call to her and
hang up if there were problems. That would be her 'code' to call me
right back and say I had an emergency, ANY emergency, to get me out of
the rest of the date. I got all dolled up and drove down to meet
him at a neutral location in his town about 25 miles south of where I
live. Prior to our date he'd told me on the phone not to freak
out, that he had a tooth busted out while changing a tire on a
freightliner, and he was going to get it fixed, but for now it
apparently looked terrible. I thought that was fine. I mean
stuff happens, right? I've been banged up, not a biggie.
Well, I get to the parking lot, and he drives up in a trashy looking
red neck jacked up to the max truck waving a king sized rebel flag.
First thought... Oh MY GOD. I took in a deep breath, stepped out
of my car and walked over to him. He looked a lot younger than
his picture and he smelled like alcohol. I said buddy, just how
many brews did you tip? He said he was really nervous, hadn't
done this sort of thing before, and downed three or four. Okay,
I forgave him. I'm such a putz. He asked me if I wanted a
drink, and said he had some cold beers at his apartment a few blocks
away. He seemed harmless enough, so I agreed. Then he
smiled. Okay... that tooth was not busted out. It was
rotted out. Along with about four others. Now I'm
disgusted. I'm also feeling sorry for the idiot!
Originally I am
from Oslo, Norway, I had immigrated to Vancouver, British
Columbia, Canada. We were taught in Europe that Canada is
a bi-lingual country. I thought no problem my french is
strong compare to english. When I arrived in Vancouver, I
found out very quickly that no one spoke french here in
the west coast. But thru it all, I did make friends rather
quickly. A group of girls and I went (we were in our late
teens) to the beach. The beach is also close to a zoo and
wild life habitat. One of the girl's brother and his
friends joined us. Her brother had a crush on me so it was
kind of a blind date. He was cute but too short. I am
5'10" plus I was wearing high heels. He looked at me
up and down a few times and said do you still scream my
name out at nights. I was puzzled and computing this as
everyone was chuckling. I turn to my girlfriend and said
why would I scream at him????The guys gave me a weird
look. Then some girls walked by in their bikini. One of
the guys said !
MAN IS THERE EVER ALOT OF BEAVER AROUND HERE. I said
where, (being close to the zoo) I want to see some beaver.
I've read about it but I never seen a real canadian beaver
before. Everyone just shook their heads in disgust. THEN
to top off the day, we change into our suits. My hair was
really long down to the back of my knees. All of us went
into the water, I dropped one of my earrings and I bend
down to pick it up, my bra top popped, and off it came
quickly I put my hair in front of me. When I looked up I
received a standing ovation from the whole beach. I felt
so embarrassed. Needless to say, my girlfriends brother
never did ask me out again.
Go figure..........
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