Can you write?

[XCWModGramps]

Jul 11, 2013 23:59:10 GMT -5 Aeryn said:

*waits for porn*

You must have missed it. I was drunk that night and spent a couple of hours writing one just for you. After I thought about it I deleted it 2 days later as it was bad form for me.

[Aeryn]

Write it again.

[Aeryn]

Jul 12, 2013 0:12:03 GMT -5 XCWModGramps said:

Jul 12, 2013 0:07:01 GMT -5 Aeryn said:

Write it again.

It was spur of the drunken shot glass and did not copy it. Can not believe you missed it as it was up for 2 full days.

Here is a tease just for you....

Her body shook as he inserted the peach slices into her. She began to quiver with lust as he sucked them out.
Her body feeling the coldness of the ice cream placed upon her breast only intensified the orgasm while he licked it from her.......


Now that is it!!!

I do not want a bad rep and have an image to uphold!

HOLY FUCK.

[XCWModGramps]

Jul 12, 2013 0:53:34 GMT -5 Aeryn said:

HOLY FUCK.

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HEY!

Stop posting from your playgirl mag and saying I wrote it.

You seem very frustrated. I have a cure for that ya know. ;D

[Aeryn]

I'm not frustrated.

It's just hot here, and I don't have air conditioning.

[XCWModGramps]

Jul 12, 2013 20:59:19 GMT -5 Aeryn said:

I'm not frustrated. It's just hot here, and I don't have air conditioning.

That sucks not having A/C. I have central A/C myself and when needed keep it at a cool 71.

Tonight tho it is supposed to get down to low 60's again. Last night it got down to 59 here, burrrr.

[Aeryn]

My stomach hurts.

[XCWModGramps]

Jul 12, 2013 21:25:12 GMT -5 Aeryn said:

My stomach hurts.

Tums, Pepito, Alika Seltzer, semen.

[XCWModGramps]

posted @ 4/08/2006 12:40:00 AM

Christmas Day

Was like many other days. Oh sure we knew all about the tree and toys and what not that other kids got. But as each of us kids grew to a certain age those thoughts were squashed.

Waking up early did not matter. Nothing was done or said until my dad got up. It being Christmas and having 6 kids made no difference to him. In fact when he still worked for Eubank refridgeration sometimes he would be on 24 hour call and if he happen to go on this morning we had to wait for him to get back.
It was not enjoyable it was almost a paintstakingly job to watch each of us open a gift as we would have to try and look joyed over yet another cheap shirt or bundle of socks and underwear.

We did always get at least one toy though. We were never asked what we wanted and sometimes these toys bordered on as exciting as a deck of cards would be to a 7 year old.

But this year for some reason I actually got something that shocked the hell out of me. Made me speechless and for once forget what house I was in. It was a toy robot. Battery operated mind you. Not some key wind up one that were becoming old hat for kids.




This is a picture of it. It took 2 D cell batteries loaded through the back into his chest area. The top antenna also served as the on/off switch.

The moment I opened the box I forgot about anything bad before. I was lost in this toy for the rest of the day. Carried it with me the enter day with a huge smile on my face. I don't remember ever being as happy as this single toy made me feel.

I had other toys sure but none could match up to this futuristic one did. I would soon be the envied one at school as I knew very few kids would get one of these babies like I did.

I should have known better though. Or I should have thought more on how much I played with it. The next morning when I woke up you know the first thing I did. I grabbed my new friend and immediately started to play with it. But it was slow. The lights barely flickered at all as well. One of my sisters told me the batteries were dead. So I did what most kids would and went and told my mom about it hoping she would have some in the house somewhere.

Well she did but said they would not be wasted on my toys. She took my robot and said she would take care of it. I felt a empty and uneasy emotion in me that I wasn't sure what it meant. I went the whole day with worry in me about my friend. Being told that she would go to the store the next day I volunteered to run to the store myself to get some batteries. But she said she would "take care of it".

That was the last I saw of my new friend and just as fast as the good feelings I had the day before came in I can not tell you the pain I felt when told it was returned because they would not buy batteries to waste on a toy for me. To expensive was their claim. Tears welled in my eyes and I ran upstairs to my room. When it was dinner time I was still rather upset about it and did not really want to eat even. Well that pissed my dad off and you can guess what happen after that.

Sometimes when I think of how they treated us, I almost believe they did shit like that on purpose just to watch us squirm and hurt inside. Abuse comes in many forms and that Christmas I found out a new way they would use it. This was not the last time they did something like that but it was the 1st to me and the one most burnt in my mind.

I got no replacement toy for it nor did I ever ask for one. It was kind of shitty of them but at the same time nothing could have replaced the ultimate one that I had a chance at. A few days later they would bring in a wooden toy chest for my brother and I to share. It was a wooden bench style one and I am positive in their screwed up minds it was the replacement of my robot. Both came from Sears and I am also sure they used the exchange money to purchase it. But it wasn't mine and whenever I did look at it I thought of that Robot.

Christmas really has never meant much to me since.
Celebrate the day for what it is not for yourself

[melissa1978]

I actually do write stories.I started writing stories just for fun at age 12.....
I am almost 35 now,and I still write stories for fun.

[mercurytheatre]

There is a time when all of the cosmic tumblers will fall into place.
In this time your minds will open up and all will become clear.
Your best destiny will unfold about you without a single thought.
Whether you be an artist, writer, sculpter, musician, poet or vocalist...
...your heart will flow from you with the greatest of ease.



( I borrow a lot )

[mercurytheatre]

Jul 27, 2013 0:27:13 GMT -5 melissa1978 said:

I actually do write stories.I started writing stories just for fun at age 12.....
I am almost 35 now,and I still write stories for fun.

Please give us a sample

[mercurytheatre]

The Summer was rather uneventful...until she fell into the water.
I jumped in to help, but she was already out onto a limb and discarding the lilly pads and murk that had clung to her.

I did not know it at the time...but I had met her.