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Just showing love here ok? john madden in his rocking chair
so old he lost all his hair
lesbos puff smoke all night
cant see to light them they lost their sight
on the phone wee hours of the night
she sent me pics ;) what a sight
cover my face with a heavy fleece
told me she wants a piece
nudy pics all night long
on the phone i sing her fav song
drool over her like a retard
i sure hope she'll drop her guard
say what a million times
up her panties i wanna climb
hope shes not a loosey goose
i wanna stick it in her caboose
then come home and daydream about the fling
put a joint in her *** and make her sing
short short mcgee is really whack
she must think zberts black
***** i aint scared of you
enjoy your penis its almost through
std's coming to me
to god i pray to thee
dont take my balls i love them so
keep them clean no dirty joe
sleeveless showing off her guns
now i cant have no sons
i lost my balls what is next
all this happened bc i had sex
with a few dirty sluts
lifting weights i got some cuts
eyes wide open in disbelief
at my funeral i want no grief
bc my life is all but over
on my boxers 4 leaf clovers | | Nice, | My brother’s friend been stealing my panties? I’m 16, and my brother is 14. He is currently grade 9, and attends the same high school as me. So I assume his friends are the same grade as him. My brother’s friends think I’m hot /slut since I overheard them talking to my brother at our house. They tend to come over to our house quite frequently, but I barely know them. Since I don’t know their name, I will just call them A, B and C.
Anyways, over the past few months I noticed that I sometimes can’t find a particular panty/thong. But I always seem to find them later, so it never occurred to me that my brother’s friend been stealing them. I only found out till yesterday when I came out of the shower and put my dirty clothes on my worn clothing basket in my room. I went downstair for a few minute and when I came back to my room I noticed my panty was missing. It was on the top of the basket, which is why I noticed it gone. That time, only his friend A was upstair on my brother’s computer while the rest were downstair playing video games. So I suspected it was A.
Later that night I told my brother not to bring his friend over because he been stealing my clothes. Apparently, my brother knew that. He told me that it all started when they were in the basement and his friends(including B and C) found my thong in the laundry room and couldn’t help resist touch It, rub it on their face and sniff it. He then told me that A has been taking my panties/thongs(clean and dirty) to masterbate on them at his house. But he would always return them. To make it worse, my brother said I probably have already worn panties/thongs that A has masterbate on without washing them. I was disgusted after he said that.
My brother tells me this now? Should I always just lock my room’s door? What do I do if they are in the laundry room? | | Start wearing guys underwear!! | Can you give me some advice on my short introduction to a story about teenage prostitution? Introduction:
My underwear was too dirty and too loose. I wondered if I could pin it discreetly in the back to keep it up and if that would look weird. I was self conscious of the pink and white patterns, patches of feminine polka dots, plaid, and stripes, that loosely patched together to form this lingerie. No. Not lingerie. Lingerie was a word too sophisticated for what I was wearing. It implied beautiful, sexy girls in lace, who could speak French and kiss well. Long legs and lipstick. I, on the other hand, speak a half-assed Spanish and and am stubby. I've had few boyfriends and lipstick only adds attention to my yellow teeth. I was not wearing any lingerie. No. The patterns that loomed and wove themselves self between my legs instead lent another word. Panties. Sluts who strip to pay rent and sleep with married men wear panties, not lingerie, but panties. And I was, indeed, wearing panties, somehow on same level of the strippers and seductresses.
The fabric was too thin in some places, too thick in others, the colors fading. The white tinged with pink from the time I accidently washed them with the colors instead of whites. That time now seemed like ages ago. They looked guyish, girly, young on my adolescent legs. Vulnerable. I wondered how many people were paying to see me to look exactly like that. I imagined creeps in the audience, both disgusted and pleased at the same time to their own b0ner for the ugly teenager. A virtual guy.
I might have hated my job, but I can't deny that it's what I'm good at. My panties started to sag in the back and pulled them up a bit, my shaky fingers slipping on the silky fabric, struggling to make them stay in the desired position: not sagging around my @ss, high on my hips. My mom bought them for me about a year and a half ago, expecting them to only be worn under jeans and tights, only to be worn when my cuter underwear was in the wash. She never intended them to, obviously, be worn like this. But here I was. In panties. Behind the curtain, soon to be lifted, a small veil shielding me from the perverts on the other side. It distanced me only feet away from the creeps' ready penises and repellent grime. I was so many worlds closer to them then I wanted to be. My audience was made up of people I'd naturally avoid on the street. The kind of people who would never have to be left by their wives, because no one would marry them in the first place.The curtain was lifted, and I was greeted with yells and bright lights. I heard the usual. Slut. Whore. Strip. Choke. Grind. Btich. The abuse was my applause. It meant I was doing it right. It was flung at me and I had no choice but to accept it gladly. I shook my skinny, awkward hips a little and they gave me approval. Fukcnig Harpy. Take off your bra. More. I tried to vacate my mind, lend it to their vacuum souls, lend it to the glitter pole and false glamour of the moment. My panties came off with a smile. | | there is no advice i can give you.to me it seems perfect.this i really liked.good luck on your book. | Opinion on the beginning of my story about a teenage stripper? PRETTY ON THE INSIDE
I was aware of my underwear being slightly dirty and slightly too loose. I wondered if I could pin it discreetly in the back to keep it up and if it would look weird. I was self conscious of the pink and white patterns, patches of feminine polka dots, plaid, and stripes, that loosely patched together to form this lingerie. No. Not lingerie. Lingerie was a word too sophisticated for what I was wearing. It implied beautiful, sexy girls in lace, who could speak French and kiss well. Long legs and lipstick. I, on the other hand, speak a half-assed Spanish and and am slightly stubby. I have had few boyfriends and lipstick only adds attention to my yellow teeth. I was not wearing any lingerie. No. The patterns that loomed and wove themselves self between my legs instead brought another word to mind. Panties. Panties evoked images of sluts who strip to pay rent and sleep with married men. And I was, indead, wearing panties. They were too thin in some places, too thick in others. Worn from wear. They looked guyish, girly, young on my adolescent legs. Vulnerable. I wondered how many people were paying to see me to look exactly like that. Creeps in the audience, disgusted and pleased at the same time to the pleasant surprise of their own b0ner to a teenager. A virtual guy. I might have hated my job, but I was can't deny that I'm good at it. I felt my panties sag in the back and pulled them up a bit, my shaky fingers slipping on the silky fabric, struggling to make them stay in the desired position. Not sagging around my @ss, high on my hips. My mom bought them for me about a year and a half ago, expecting them to only be worn under jeans, only to be worn when my cuter underwear was in the wash. She never intended it to be worn like this. But here I was. In panties. Behind the curtain, a small veil shielding me from perverts, distancing me only feet away from their penises and grime. I was so many worlds closer to them then I wanted to be. The curtain was lifted, and I was greeted with yells and bright light. Slut. Whore. Strip. The abuse was my applause. It meant I was doing it right. I shook my skinny, teenage hips a little and tried to vacate my mind, lend it to their vacuum souls. My panties came off with a smile. | That was a bit disturbing to read, but you're a really good writer. I think that you should keep writing :)
xx | How do you know when a girl liked you for sex? The girl I like thinks I'm hot and she sometimes touches or brushes her arm against mine. When I told her I started working out and get a six pack, she started to feel up my stomach. She also walked past me and randomly started feeling up my pecs and giggled. I asked her what she got for Christmas and she says she got some thongs then she giggled but she was serious because I saw her wearing them when she was wearing her pants you could see the thong line. She never wore thongs before because she thought they looked uncomfortable so she usually wore some sexy panties that were kinda see through. At the same time she thinks I'm a sweet and nice guy and she loves me for being me even when I'm shy around her. She tells me everything and she promised she won't lie to me. She rarely asks me to see a movie just the two of us and she sends me messages if I don't see or talk to her in a month telling me how I'm doing and she misses me. I was going out of town for three weeks, so when I left town she called me the first week to ask me if iv returned yet even when she knew how long I was going for. I wanted to know if she just wants sex from me because she is dirty minded and she says alot of sexual things but at the same time she's not a slut and she wants a relationship to be more than just sex. | | she's way overly sexual. | A few questions directed towards females only, mainly about sex.? Ok, first of all:
I'm 13.
I'm not a slut. I'm a virgin.
I've masturbated, but not by fingering.
Iv started my Period (and hit puberty)
Ok, first of all:
1- iv masturbated since i was little by moving in a rocking motion, and rubbing the area above my vagina, but below my waste. I orgasm, as far as i can tell. It most definatly feels good :) But, iv tried fingering myself, and it hurts when my finger is barely in there. Enough that it turns me off the idea of mastubating. I dont use tampons, i use Panty liners, so iv never put anything through my vagina. What should i do so that it doesnt hurt? and why does it hurt? just because its really tight?
2- i feel very sexually connected to this guy who is going to turn 15 in august. We're both very mature for our age, and both love music very much. its one of the main things we talk about. We've talked about sexual things before, but more like dirty jokes, nothing weird (everyone in middle school tells dirty jokes though XD) Hes very snart, and hes a pretty talented musician. But, despite all this, i dont have affectinate feelings towards him, just sexual feelings. But, i would never have sex with him. Not because of who he is, but because im saving my virginity until i feel ready. Is this considered sexual frustration? What should i do with my feelings?
3- I think people with talent are exetremley sexy. Musicians, artists, and directors mainly (directors because i want to be a director lol) i find quentin tarantino, joel coen, matthew bellamy, dom howard, thom yorke, and antoine dufour REALLY hot. And, i feel a sexual connection with alot of music with guitar riffs and powerful parts in them. does anyone else feel this way? is it normal?
Please dont tell me "to google it"
and i only want serious answers
thanks in advance!
:) | Hi,
Pl. find the ans.
1. Pl. use KY jelly so that you will not hurt.
2.The friendship haven when some thing common between two persons in your case the love for music is the common thing between you and your friend.
3.Music helps in sex. | DO YOU THINK MY SEXUAL ANXIETIES OVER NUDITY, ETC. ARE REASONABLE? Hi, please tell me if you think these sources of anxiety and embarrassment are really problems or not. In either case breifly explain. Please be nice and respond to the NUMBERED questions, the letters are examples for your benefit.
1. Should I feel that I shouldn't watch girls doing things that are arousing, especially in public? For example, when...
a. I watch girls booty dancing or stripping on youtube.
b. I watch porn.
c. I watch girls fooling around half naked on their myspace or facebook.
d. I see erotic advertisements (girls with legs spread, panty shots, boobs, bellies, etc).
e. I see girls in public wearing revealing outfits.
f. I ask a lover to show off for me.
2. Should I feel that I shouldn't get turned on by thinking of women in sexual terms? For example, when...
a. A girl calls herself a "hot piece of @ss".
b. Someone makes a comment like..."she was the best pusssy I ever had".
c. A girl is called a ******, whorre, slut, or c.u.n.t. in a sexual context.
d. A girl is just something to desire sexually, for example: a girl you want for her body, strippers, pornstars, carshow girls, go-go-dancers, etc.
e. I call a girl dirty names in bed.
3. Should I feel that I shouldn't get turned on by being sexually dominant over women? For example, when...
a. Men are clothed and the women are naked or undressed (at a lingerie party, in a movie, etc).
b. I look at porn pictures where the girl is really submissive, i.e, face down / asss up, legs spread wide in the air, legs folded behind her head, etc.
c. A pornstar is doing a bondage photo shoot with handcuffs, neck chains, or otherwise tied up.
d. A girl wants me to be rough and dominant with her in bed.
Thanks for answering! | | You are sick. most of that stuff girlfriends find offensive if they catch you doing it aka porn. we hate when u guy jerk off to porn when u could have real vigina here you dick head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what a chauvinistic pig you are. find a nice girl and be faithful to her. just so you know. i broke up with my bf after two years bc he masturbated to porn. | Opinion on the beginning of my story about a teenage stripper? PRETTY ON THE INSIDE
I was aware of my underwear being slightly dirty and slightly too loose. I wondered if I could pin it discreetly in the back to keep it up and if it would look weird. I was self conscious of the pink and white patterns, patches of feminine polka dots, plaid, and stripes, that loosely patched together to form this lingerie. No. Not lingerie. Lingerie was a word too sophisticated for what I was wearing. It implied beautiful, sexy girls in lace, who could speak French and kiss well. Long legs and lipstick. I, on the other hand, speak a half-assed Spanish and and am slightly stubby. I have had few boyfriends and lipstick only adds attention to my yellow teeth. I was not wearing any lingerie. No. The patterns that loomed and wove themselves self between my legs instead brought another word to mind. Panties. Panties evoked images of sluts who strip to pay rent and sleep with married men. And I was, indead, wearing panties. They were too thin in some places, too thick in others. Worn from wear. They looked guyish, girly, young on my adolescent legs. Vulnerable. I wondered how many people were paying to see me to look exactly like that. Creeps in the audience, disgusted and pleased at the same time to the pleasant surprise of their own b0ner to a teenager. A virtual guy. I might have hated my job, but I was can't deny that I'm good at it. I felt my panties sag in the back and pulled them up a bit, my shaky fingers slipping on the silky fabric, struggling to make them stay in the desired position. Not sagging around my @ss, high on my hips. My mom bought them for me about a year and a half ago, expecting them to only be worn under jeans, only to be worn when my cuter underwear was in the wash. She never intended it to be worn like this. But here I was. In panties. Behind the curtain, a small veil shielding me from perverts, distancing me only feet away from their penises and grime. I was so many worlds closer to them then I wanted to be. The curtain was lifted, and I was greeted with yells and bright light. Slut. Whore. Strip. The abuse was my applause. It meant I was doing it right. I shook my skinny, teenage hips a little and tried to vacate my mind, lend it to their vacuum souls. My panties came off with a smile. | | Interesting opening that keeps you intrigued enough to continue reading. This story gets confusing due to wording issues. Clean up the typos, misspelled words, grammatical errors & run-on sentences. Good concept, however. | Opinion on the beginning of my story about a teenage stripper? PRETTY ON THE INSIDE
I was aware of my underwear being slightly dirty and slightly too loose. I wondered if I could pin it discreetly in the back to keep it up and if it would look weird. I was self conscious of the pink and white patterns, patches of feminine polka dots, plaid, and stripes, that loosely patched together to form this lingerie. No. Not lingerie. Lingerie was a word too sophisticated for what I was wearing. It implied beautiful, sexy girls in lace, who could speak French and kiss well. Long legs and lipstick. I, on the other hand, speak a half-assed Spanish and and am slightly stubby. I have had few boyfriends and lipstick only adds attention to my yellow teeth. I was not wearing any lingerie. No. The patterns that loomed and wove themselves self between my legs instead brought another word to mind. Panties. Panties evoked images of sluts who strip to pay rent and sleep with married men. And I was, indead, wearing panties. They were too thin in some places, too thick in others. Worn from wear. They looked guyish, girly, young on my adolescent legs. Vulnerable. I wondered how many people were paying to see me to look exactly like that. Creeps in the audience, disgusted and pleased at the same time to the pleasant surprise of their own b0ner to a teenager. A virtual guy. I might have hated my job, but I was can't deny that I'm good at it. I felt my panties sag in the back and pulled them up a bit, my shaky fingers slipping on the silky fabric, struggling to make them stay in the desired position. Not sagging around my @ss, high on my hips. My mom bought them for me about a year and a half ago, expecting them to only be worn under jeans, only to be worn when my cuter underwear was in the wash. She never intended it to be worn like this. But here I was. In panties. Behind the curtain, a small veil shielding me from perverts, distancing me only feet away from their penises and grime. I was so many worlds closer to them then I wanted to be. The curtain was lifted, and I was greeted with yells and bright light. Slut. Whore. Strip. The abuse was my applause. It meant I was doing it right. I shook my skinny, teenage hips a little and tried to vacate my mind, lend it to their vacuum souls. My panties came off with a smile. | First of all:
The title is misleading. "Pretty on the Inside" makes me think it's going to be about some fat girl who commits suicide because people make fun of her for being fat, even though she has a great personality and a few great friends. Strippers are generally pretty on the outside, I would think. That's why men are willing to pay for them to dance for them.
Second, I would say that most stripper-wear is of the leather/ fishnet/polyester/vinyl/lingerie/strange costume variety, and they probably tend to wear full on makeup. A professional stripper wouldn't wear worn and dirty cotton panties on the job...
Another thing, if this girl is working at a strip joint, they would not have hired her until she was at LEAST 18, probably 21, for fear of being sued. That's not so young that she could really be described as being as guyish as you describe her.
One last suggestion, if this is for real and it matters to you, I would interview some strippers to get their stories (unless you're a guy, in which case, DON'T!!!!) or read some books/ watch some movies about their lives, and figure out why they do it, and put some more of those kinds of motivations into your character's thought process.
(of course I'm not saying any of this from experience...) | DO YOU THINK MY SEXUAL ANXIETIES OVER NUDITY, ETC. ARE REASONABLE? Hi, please tell me if you think these sources of anxiety and embarrassment are really problems or not. In either case breifly explain. Please be nice and respond to the NUMBERED questions, the letters are examples for your benefit.
1. I feel that I shouldn't watch girls doing things that are arousing, especially in public. For example, when...
a. I watch girls booty dancing or stripping on youtube.
b. I watch porn.
c. I watch girls fooling around half naked on their myspace or facebook.
d. I see erotic advertisements (girls with legs spread, panty shots, boobs, bellies, etc).
e. I see girls in public wearing revealing outfits.
f. I ask a lover to show off for me.
2. I feel I shouldn't get turned on by thinking of women in sexual terms. For example, when...
a. A girl calls herself a "hot piece of ***".
b. Someone makes a comment like..."she was the best pusssy I ever had".
c. A girl is called a *****, whorre, slut, or c.u.n.t. in a sexual context.
d. A girl is just something to desire sexually, for example: a girl you want for her body, strippers, pornstars, carshow girls, go-go-dancers, etc.
e. I call a girl dirty names in bed.
3. I feel I shouldn't get turned on by being sexually dominant over women. For example, when...
a. Men are clothed and the women are naked or undressed (at a lingerie party, in a movie, etc).
b. I look at porn pictures where the girl is really submissive, i.e, face down / asss up, legs spread wide in the air, legs folded behind her head, etc.
c. A pornstar is doing a bondage photo shoot with handcuffs, neck chains, or otherwise tied up.
d. A girl wants me to be rough and dominant with her in bed.
Thanks for answering! | 1. I can see how this could be a problem, but in situations like alone at home taking care of yourself, if you catch my meaning, it's perfectly acceptable to do what makes you feel good, just don't hurt other people in the process. This is another matter of simply who's ok with it.
2. Well yes objectification of somebody is generally a bad thing, but there can be times when that's appropriate if that's ok with the woman you're with. I've been with my girlfriend for 6 years and calling her names is sometimes alright, and sometimes doesn't make any sense. It's all about context and how comfortable you are with that, and if that's your bag on a personal level. No reason to feel shame about not getting turned on by that.
3. This is, again, another comfort thing. If you're not comfortable being rough with a girl then that's fine, it's just your thing. Some people like to be like that, some are into the bondage, but you personally are you. Stop being so concerned about what turns you on and off in the bedroom, if you're romantically compatible with somebody, great, if not, no big deal, just find somebody else. |
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