29 November 2010

Dang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The couple were 85 years old and had been married for sixty years.  Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because they watched their pennies. 
Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to the wife's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade. 
One day, their good health didn't help when they went on a rare vacation and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven.
     
They reached the pearly gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside.  He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath.  A maid could be seen hanging their favorite clothes in the closet. 
They gasped in astonishment when he said, 'Welcome to Heaven.  This will be your home now.' 
The old man asked Peter how much all this was going to cost.  'Why, nothing,' Peter replied, 'remember, this is your reward in Heaven.' 
The old man looked out the window and right there he saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth.
'What are the greens fees?,' grumbled the old man. 
'This is heaven,' St. Peter replied.  'You can play for free, every day.'
               
Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages. 
'Don't even ask,' said St. Peter to the man.  This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy.' 
The old man looked around and glanced nervously at his wife. 
'Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods and the decaffeinated tea?,' he asked.
That's the best part,' St. Peter replied.  'You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like and you will never get fat or sick.   
This is Heaven!' 
The old man pushed, 'No gym to work out at?' 
'Not unless you want to,' was the answer. 
'No testing my sugar or blood pressure or...'
'Never again.  All you do here is enjoy yourself.'
                                            
The old man glared at his wife and said, 'You and your fucking bran muffins.  We could have been here ten years ago!'

28 November 2010

Hot choc

Ironic tat whn n e 1 mention fire place...hot choc n a lass cms in mind. Preferably in some hidden away cottage in winter.



Sippin em hot choc wit bits o marshmellows in it. One of em cold night whre I hd lit em fireplace makin da place warm n cosy. Fire frm em burnin cedar woods is enuf to iluminate da whole cabin with enuf lights to see who I am with. Seein fire reflection of fires dancin in her eyes n addition of her own twinkle of seduction. Me breath caught in me throat. Her skin glows as em fire. Me eyes wondered on her face..the shape of it. Her strongest features r her eyes. Witout utterin n e words, they 'speaks' her opinions. Looking down to her lips..I call it perfect lips..fer me tat is. Soft..n parted..I wanna hear her whisper me name..I wanna taste those lips..her essence. Then move my eyes onto her throat. I cn see her swallowing her saliva....cud it b nervousness? I hv no idea bt tis lass is breakin me self control. I want her real bad. Hv her arms arnd me...hv her threadless body against mine. Pull her gently 2 me fer a kiss n she struggle a lil. Hesitant at first bt in return she looked at me face n lemme taste her soft honeyed lips. Lips locked I cud taste em hot choc n more. She moved closer n straddle herself on me. Body contact n it burns me up all the more. I caress her back wishin tat we were naked. I wanna bury me face in between her bossom....n the least expected happen.....

I BLOODY WOKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woo woo

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24 November 2010