Another blog filler?
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Posted:Apr 22, 2010 3:04 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2013 4:30 am
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So, trawling through the Discreet Gay Dating blogosphere and its striking me that theres an awful lot of blog filler posts out there lately. Are people bored? Or busy? Are they away from home, stranded as a result of the geological farts of some volcano somewhere? I'm sure there are lots of reasons. I guess Ive also tried not to get sucked into anything too deeply so that I feel obliged to drop a post or 3 in every day. Sorry folks. I can't see the point of posting when I've nothing to say. Anyways, with all that in mind here is another 
You were like the crash of thunder
Echo'ed through my darkest nights
You awaken all my senses,
Made me feel alive
Even if we try to fight it
We know that the sparks will fly
Cause in the end we're just two
People, Destined to collide
Like stone hearts
And hand grenades
You and I, Are not the same
There is nothing I would change
Where stone hearts
And hand grenades
All my lonely
You blow it all away
And when you need me
I will keep you safe
After all the dust has settled
We lift eachother of the ground
I carry you a million miles
I'll never let you down (No)
Theres alot of strength in weakness
Theres alot of truth in lies
But in the end where just
Two people, Destined to collide
Like stone hearts
And hand grenades
You and I, Are not the same
There is nothing I would change
Where stone hearts
And hand grenades
All my lonely
You blow it all away
And when you need me
I will keep you safe
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Oh behave!
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Posted:Apr 9, 2010 2:13 pm
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2010 2:57 pm
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So I've been a little quiet lately. Well, I've been around, put some knee tremblers together but they are slightly personal to me, expressing thoughts and feelings and what I'd do in that position not just pure fantasy. I've not finished them yet but I'll post when done.
Meantime theres a strange orange light in the sky I've not seen for a while, the weathers turned warmer and the wildlife round abouts appears to have decided its spring.
And... I got a new job. Fun. There will be travel too, and Ive spent a little time wondering what exactly I can do to pass the spare time I have in Atlanta when not training. Its been a long time coming.
I think I'm getting my mojo back
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Happy Hump day
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Posted:Mar 24, 2010 7:16 am
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2010 5:09 pm
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Its Hump day.
I had an email from someone a few years back that wished me a happy hump day and my first thought was wtf??? Because I guess I needed to get out more and had always thought of it as a Wednesday. Of course, it IS halfway through the week but I'd never thought of it as passing the hump or the middle of the week before.
You can guess what I was thinking... 
Well now I'm few years older and a little wiser. Its sunny, birds are singing, spring flowers are coming out to bloom, and damm! I'm starting to sound like the chorus in Oklahoma!
Feeling good anyway, its the middle of the week and for some undiscovered reason the world feels a nice place to be in today.
So, whether you're passing the hump, humping or got the hump with something, here's hoping your hump day is a good one
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Happy week everyone
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Posted:Mar 22, 2010 4:30 am
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2010 8:54 am
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Its Monday again.
I don't like Mondays.
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... and again... and again...
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Posted:Mar 19, 2010 10:10 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2013 4:28 am
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He opens the door just far enough to peer inside. She is standing in the bedroom, straightening a new framed portrait on her wall. He sneaks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She gasps in surprise as she feels his soft lips graze the side of her neck. Melting into his strong grip, he kisses her again, giving her chills up her spine. He runs his hands over her curvaceous body. His fingertips move slowly, caressing her slender neck, her full, heavy breasts, her narrow waist, her round hips. Lower and lower, searching with his fingertips, he makes her shiver with the sensation.
He continues exploring her body. Caressing her shaven mound, he slips one finger into her wet depths. She moans, then, closing her eyes, covering his hand with hers, she pushes his fingers deeper into her, taking pleasure in the heat that spreads over her body.
He spins her around and places his lips over hers, exploring her mouth with his probing, sweet tongue. He gently slips his hands under the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting her shirt, revealing her soft, supple breasts. He hardens at the sight of her unrestrained breasts with her nipples standing at attention. He lowers his face to one breast then the other, his mouth enveloping each of her round pink nipples in turn. As he is sucking, biting, pulling at her nipples, she grows wetter by the second.
Her face flushes as he takes a step back to admire her, naked from the waist up. She begins to speak, but he places his fingers over her lips, quieting her. He slips his fingers between her lips, letting her taste herself. As she sucks and licks his fingers clean, he grows even harder. She can feel him, thick, and hard pressed against her bare stomach.
He reaches for the button on her jeans at the same time she reaches for the hem of his shirt. Quickly, they undress each other, hurriedly kissing and stroking every inch of skin as it becomes exposed to the chilly air.
He returns to her mouth, kissing her deeply. He lightly kisses her neck again, causing her skin to prickle with goose bumps. Holding her naked form against his own, he feels her shudder, massaging, squeezing, and running his nails against her bare back.
He lays her down on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. Falling to his knees, he lifts her legs over his shoulders. He buries his face in her thighs, warm, and wet, smelling her musky scent. As he sucks and probes her insides with his wet tongue, soft, feminine sighs slip from between her open lips.
He lifts his head and their eyes meet. She pulls his face to hers, peering into his bright blue eyes. She kisses him deeply, swirling her tongue around his. As the he tries to pull away, she sucks his lower lip in between hers, prolonging their passionate kiss.
She reaches down and wraps her small hands around his engorged member, guiding him into her waiting cove. Gasping at him as he slowly enters her, she holds her breath. He slowly thrusts into her, into her warmth, into her core being and she comes. Struggling to catch her breath, her muscles pulsate around him, bringing him close to the edge.
Now burning with passion, he pushes himself in and out, in and out, faster. Breathing heavily now, she thrusts her body forward, matching his rhythm perfectly. A grunting moan, amidst his heavy breathing, issues from his throat. He pulls out quickly. She utters a disappointed sigh as she opens her eyes. She opens her eyes in just enough time to find his face directly in front of hers as he lifts her off the bed.
He pushes her back against the cold, white wall, bracing himself against her, making sure she won't fall. As quickly as he pulled out, he is inside of her again, driving hard into her soft folds. She tries to catch her breath in between his rapid strokes. Her back grinding into the wall, and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, she rides him, feeling him go deeper into her with every thrust. Suddenly, he pulls her away from the wall. She quickly wraps her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. He stands her up in front of himself and bends down. Pushing her full breasts together, he sucks both nipples into his waiting mouth at the same time. She sighs sweetly, moves her hands to his hair, and runs her fingers through his thick locks.
Unexpectedly, he roughly pushes her onto the bed, suffocating her with his kisses, and pounding so hard into her, she thinks he might split her in two. He is grunting with every thrust now, whispering dirty things into her ear. She suddenly feels him thicken even more inside of her. She knows he's about to explode. With one hand gripping the headboard and his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he drives into her, deep and deeper still, harder and harder, faster and faster.
The heat radiating from her core nearly encompasses her entire body. Glistening with a sheen of sweat on their skin, matching each other's rhythm perfectly, both aching to reach their longed -for peaks of pleasure, their mutual tension builds. His thick shaft fills her to completion. She holds her breath, feeling her muscles tense inside of her, feeling her impending release grow nearer.
As she rocks her hips against his thrusts, forcing him deeper into her, she suddenly loses all control. As he brutally pounds into her, her muscles seize inside of her, gripping him tightly, bringing him over the edge. With one final thrust, he grunts and explodes inside of her. Her hips continue to buck against him, his pubic bone rubbing against her clit, bringing with it wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Feeling his body trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm, she curls up against his naked, glistening body. Breathing in the scent of the two of them entwined, she basks in the cool air around them, lightly running her fingers across his muscular chest, he, running his fingers along her bare back. He kisses her forehead and leans his cheek against the top of her head. He drifts off into a light sleep. As does she, lulled into sleep by his steady breathing next her...
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An idea...
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Posted:Mar 17, 2010 5:50 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2010 3:28 pm
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So its bill time, the little brown envelopes are landing on the door mat, and I just know I dont have enough to pay them. So I'm window shopping online and the idea hits me.
I think I might sell myself on ebay.
Not as a permanent fixture, omg I'd drive anyone mad given enough time, but I did see some of those virtual friend things going on. You know how it is, a small sum, and I'm yours for a while, maybe a month or 6 weeks.
Could be useful for anyone lonely, seeking fun, looking for an excuse to end a relationship, or just having a buzz. The only problem is that as theres only one winner its going to have to pay. Unless I set myself up as a trader
Winner gets (and this is just ideas for now, I may need to change this, what do you think?):
* several pictures of me (maybe more, I send them over time
* ? clothing of mine (maybe, omg this could turn creepy lol)
* personalised notes - maybe a minimum of a saucy text/email a day (or more)
* swatch of my fav aftershave
* voicemails from me (or mp3 of me reading one of my jottings (depending on how desperate they are and are paying)
And at the end of the time they get to dump me (or vice versa), not sure.
I'm open to ideas.
What would you like to have, if you had a virtual bf like me? What would you like me to do?
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Bad Sex awards
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Posted:Mar 17, 2010 1:59 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2010 1:47 pm
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Indian writer Aniruddha Bahal has had the dubious honour of winning the Literary Review's Bad Sex In Fiction award. His award-winning sex scene in the book "Bunker 13", involving a woman who drops her trousers to reveal a swastika shaven into her pubes was applauded by judges for its "exuberance and energy", and his writing style as "Andy McNab meets Jilly Cooper".
The author's winning scene includes the extract: "She is topping up your engine oil for the cross-country coming up. Your RPM is hitting a new high. To wait any longer would be to lose prime time... "She picks up a Bugatti's momentum. You want her more at a Volkswagen's steady trot. Squeeze the maximum mileage out of your gallon of gas. But she's eating up the road with all cylinders blazing."
Hmm... patterns shaved into your pubes - now theres something to stimulate the imagination. This could be a whole new artistic genre
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E zing you into another week
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Posted:Mar 15, 2010 3:09 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2024 7:34 pm
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Admittedly I overslept this morning. But I'm still sitting here in a complete sense of sensory numbness, and thinking about what can be done to get myself out of it. And its a sunny day outside.
Work? No. All that would have is the effect of closing doors on the world, not opening up to it.
Maybe a spell down the gym? Hmm... that tends to mask my feelings as the fitness entorphins kick in, so probably not the best solution.
FFS its 10am now and I'm not even dressed yet.
Happy Monday everyone.
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Getting over a stressful day
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Posted:Mar 12, 2010 11:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2013 4:29 am
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I had left early searching for the things I knew would ease your mind. The plan was simple, the supplies easily obtained, even in the small number of basic shops near where I work.
You were so distracted by the events of the day, the door sat unlocked. I slipped inside quietly, the house was silent save the persistent taps and clicks from the computer inside. Lost in the intricacies of your newest creation online, I slipped up behind you, placing a steaming cup of tea on your right, and a single red rose on your left. As you begin to turn toward me, I place my hands on your soft cheeks. I lean down and whisper softly, 'Shhh. Just relax.'
I feel your eyes close and your cheeks rise into a slight smile as my fingers trace a line along your jaw and over your temples. Reaching your scalp, my fingers fan out, tenderly gliding through your soft hair. Reaching to the back of your head I remove the clip holding your hair up, allowing it to cascade over your shoulders, and freeing my fingers to begin their journey.
My fingertips fan evenly along the top of your scalp, and I begin a slow and firm circular motion massaging the entire scalp. Releasing your hair fills the room with the fresh clean scent Ive grown to associate with you and as my hands reach the back of your head, the quiet catching of your breath speaks loudly to me of how much you are enjoying this.
When I find the base of your skull, I pull my fingers together and slowly drift them along the ridge to your ears, up wards along the back of your ears, and then down toward your earlobes. I pinch the lobes, rotating my grip on them releasing the pressure points hidden there, your head beginning to rock back and forth in time with my circular motion. I rotate my grip up onto the cartilage of your ear, drop down to the ridge of bone behind the ear, and then forward to the hollow just under your jaw. Using all four fingers on each side, I softly rotate massaging the soft tissue and muscles there.
Placing my thumbs at the base of your skull I begin to press against the middle of your neck. Firmly gliding from hairline to the curve of your shoulder as my thumbs reach the base of your neck my fingers are placed along the sides. I use the support of my hands along the sides of your neck to begin to rotate your head from side to side and front to back. Stretching your neck, working the knots out as I go. You have released control of your head to me now. It lolls freely as I manipulate you, your breathing shallower than before, but your skin is beginning to flush as the room gets warmer.
Feeling your head moving freely in my hands, I slide my left hand gently across your collarbone to the top of your shoulder. Pressing down firmly on your shoulder and against your head I'm able to loosen the tender muscles joining your neck and shoulder. Pressing your shoulder forward and back releases more muscles, bringing small gasps from your mouth.
In the soft glow of the screen I can see your lips slightly parted as you breathe softly. Shifting from left to right shoulder, your neck is remarkable, limbered and loose. Gripping both shoulders I turn your chair toward me, not facing me, but a quarter turn to the left. I softly slip my hands down your left arm, grasping your delicate, yet strong hands in mine. Using both hands together, your hands feel so small and fragile as I begin to knead at the heel of your palm. Slowly circling the soft pads of your palm I can feel the tension leave you visibly, your eyes closed, and head back, absorbing the moments.
I continue my journey to the base of your fingers, take the thumb in one hand and the fingers in the other. After a few minutes, I slide my hands back up your arm, across your shoulder, over the opposite side and back down. Following the same finger and hand procedure, I slide back up your arm, ending at the base of your skull where I started.
Then I begin the slow descent down your back. But to accomplish this, I need you out of that sweater. Standing to your side, I lean down and slide my hand under your legs. Your arms wrap around my neck, your chin nuzzled against my broad shoulder as I lift you smoothly and carry you to the bed. Placing you softly among the pillows and blankets, you look at me for the first time. I gently touch your lips, lean close to you, kissing your smile. I whisper to you 'Later, relax.'
Your arms go taut around me, as your body slumps into my chest and I hold you gently for several minutes as your shudders slow, your breathing steadies and my fingers fanned out under the heavy sweater roaming tenderly across your smooth warm skin.
I softly kiss your neck and you loosen your grip and allow me to remove the sweater. Rolling you onto your tummy, I straddle your hips. Knowing this is where the afternoon would lead, I have a small bottle of massage oil to help relax you. Rubbing it into my hands, the scent fills the room and you purr softly, as you recognise it.
I place my slick hands at the small of your back and smoothly glide up. Over the swell of your ribs, along the edge of your shoulder blades, finally reaching the joint of your arms. Flattening my palms I press down and move toward your spine from both sides. Your skin slightly glistens with the oil, leaving you practically glowing in the fading light of sunset. I pour some oil directly onto you, at the base of your neck, seeing your skin twitch at the sensation and quickly following the stream down your spine with firm fingers, spreading it across your entire body.
As I slide my hands across your skin, I match my pace to your steady breathing. My thumbs hard against your spine, palms pressing against your shoulder blades, my fingers tickling your ribs as they dance along your skin. On the way down your spine I place my fingers along either side of your spine and glide in a slow circular motion, finding every knot and tightness, gently pressing it from you.
My hands sliding across your body are working their magic now, your breathing deep and even, your muscles ever more relaxed and supple. Your hips are beginning to ever so slightly rock against me. I cant help but smile.
Moving down your body, I remove your socks, revealing your delicate pale feet. I spread oil along the soles, making you tense slightly, but with fingers firm enough that you are not tickled. Using my thumbs to press at the soft points at the base of your heels and rotating forward toward the ball of your foot. Your toes noticeable loosen and relax as I work my way to them, flexing them gently, stretching the tiny muscles that connect all the way to your scalp.
You begin to purr softly as I roll you over and continue to run my thumbs over the top of your foot to your ankles. As I do this I twist your arches slightly against my fingers underneath. Your eyes are gently closed, lost in the feelings and release between us.
As my hands reach the cuff of your jeans, the first voluntary movement you have made is to deftly unbutton them and raise your hips, offering the rest of your body to me. Pulling from the cuffs as you slide from the waist, we work your legs free. You lay before me, glowing in the light. Gentle soft curves. Smooth pale skin. An intoxicating mix of raw beauty, tender innocence, loving sensuality, and fierce loyalty wrapped in the most blindingly beautiful body I have ever imagined. My every dream laid out before me, and offered to me willingly and with deep and abiding love and devotion. How could I not adore you in every way possible?
Applying more oil, I begin to run my hands up your calves. Years of heels have left them firm and strong, but also sensitive and responsive to kneading and relaxing. I cup my hands behind your calves, my fingers nearly meeting your shin and begin to strongly squeeze the entire muscle, gripping it with my whole palm. After a few minutes I can feel your feet go slack and your knees turn slightly, opening your legs slightly. I also begin to notice a new scent mixing with the oil; I cant help but smile down at you again.
I lift your right ankle in both hands, resting it on my shoulder. placing both hands at your knees I begin massaging up toward your ankle along your calves. Thumbs digging into the hard muscle, fingers lightly gliding over your soft skin. I repeat the process on your left calf and proceed back up to your knee. Light tickling touches behind your knee bring a soft grin to your face as you snuggle deeper into the sea of fluffy bedding.
I proceed up your left thigh, stretching the tight hamstrings, and firmly sliding my hands down the length of them to the swell of your butt. Circling gently to the sides of your thigh I proceed back toward your knee. I rotate from leg to leg for several cycles your body becoming both more relaxed and more responsive as my attentions continue. Your breathing is now deeper, yet still even and calm, your skin is soft but noticeably warmer to the touch. You have a soft purr deep in your chest, and the emerging scent of you dominates the room.
With each pass down your thighs, my hands venture closer to you. The softness of your skin glistens with wetness I can feel before even approaching your mound. When your hips begin to rise to my hands, I softly place just the tips of my fingers along the outside of your lips and gently rub the moisture into you. Your lips are beginning to open with wetness and excitement as I massage closer to them. Your hips grind against the pressure, working to get my fingers closer to you.
I explore you from the tuft of hairs above your slit, to the swell of your ass between your legs tenderly, but constantly moving closer to you. Suddenly, you rise up and my finger dips into the wetness you have created, sliding smoothly to the very opening of your pussy. I hold it just at the opening watching your face as you grind toward me. Slowly I press two fingers into you feeling you flex around me, but not wanting to end this, I push them in and pull them out directly.
For the first time your eyes shoot open at their withdrawal, you see me bring them to my mouth and taste you deeply. Sliding my other hand directly to your soaking clit, I share the second finger with you. You suck hungrily at the juices, as you groan at my touch. Knowing you are close, I slide two fingers down to your opening and continue deep into you. Feeling the wetness covering them I search the front wall of you for the spot I want. Finding it just inside and hard against the wall of you, I point directly at it and press using a firm circular motion. At the same time I curl my thumb to rub your clit at the same pace and stroke.
You almost instantly go stiff and cry out as you clench tightly around my hand. Nails digging into my arm, legs wrapping tight around me. Your orgasm lasts for almost 2 minutes before you relax your grip and fall back to the bed gasping. Exhausted but relaxed and radiant. Your eyes look lazily up at me and your hand gently touches my arm. Pulling me toward you, you kiss me softly and whisper 'Thank you.'
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Cool ridings
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Posted:Mar 12, 2010 7:22 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2010 5:39 pm
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So how am I feeling today?
Well, if truth be told, probably a bit blah; that said its probably when I'm in this mood I'm at my most unpredictable. I am prone to doing things on the spur of the moment when I feel like this. Things that if I thought them through I wouldnt normally consider. Whatever I end up doing, it kind of distracts from the way I started out.
I've figured this out in quiet moments (usually when I'm wondering what the hell I just did lol). So I guess I'm blogging in the quiet before the storm. Thinking back to yesterdays analogy , I'm on that coaster on the first slow climb, seeing the curve coming at the top and knowing somethings going to happen.
Oh and a thought just flashed through my mind that I've got to share. I enjoy a bit of mountain biking in the forest around here and its reflected in my account name. Not necessarily what I would like or would like someone else to. So the other day Im in a local room on Discreet Gay Dating and Im politely informed that my account name is a sex toy. Kind of like a dildo on a space hopper, symbian kind of thing. Not that I had a clue when I was thinking of one. Hilarious. So thats where the name of this blog comes from.
Lets ride
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Job Opportunities
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Posted:Mar 12, 2010 6:40 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2024 7:34 pm
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I love Ananova. Not because of the news, I can follow the crowd and check out BBC or Fox or MBC, but because it categorises certain types of news. Including the off the wall stuff. So here's one for today.
"The Jobcentre is advertising an unusual position - the 'semi-nude' host of a pornographic TV channel.
The ad says the job 'may cause embarrassment to some people' but pays 220 per shift, reports the Daily Telegraph.
The winning applicant will work three days a week from 9pm until 5am but will have no pension entitlement.
The advert for the position of 'Adult TV Channel Presenter' on the Jobcentre Plus website states: "Duties involve explicit sexual dialogue which may cause embarrassment to some people.
"The successful applicant (will be) required to be semi-nude.
"Must have good spoken communication skills as will be taking calls from the general public live on air."
The ad for the London-based job also states that applicants have to be aged over 18 and adds: "There is no obligation to consider making an application for this vacancy."
A spokesman for Revolver Models, which placed the ad, said: "We are looking for a male or a female to take this role."
Jobless Sophie Randall-Price, 25, said: "I couldn't believe it when I saw this. I'm willing to work hard, but I'm not willing to whip my top off and talk dirty to a bunch of weirdos in the middle of the night on national TV."
A spokesman for the Department for Work and Pensions said: "The Jobcentre Plus has a duty to advertise any legal job."
I wonder if they do placements?
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Pictures, pictures pictures...
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Posted:Mar 11, 2010 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2010 1:48 am
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A final note for today, or I'll be going down with literary diarrohea. Or repetitive strain syndrome from the typing!
What is it with pictures? Maybe I'm just old fashioned, but if I was to meet you in the street I would be looking at your face. If I was talking to you I wouldn't have my head buried between your legs or down your chest. Much as though it may be a fun notion, I tend to follow the same principle here.
I see so many profile icon pics (as I am standard and unable to view profiles) and all they consist of is a chest loosely draped with something or in the case of the guys a member that they consider is well endowed. No guarantee its them anyway, but, lets face it, youre hardly likely to recognise them in the street unless its lunar rocket proportioned. And, presenting me with a chest that looks like a dead heat in a zeppelin race is, although admirable, rather boring. When youve seen one youve seen them all.
Yet who am I to talk? Here I sit with an icon pic taken 18 months ago when modelling for a local gym. Its my bod, shaved and oily in highly flattering lighting after an intensive course and I let them use it to help out and save on the cost of formal models. Of course, they didn't need a head shot so my face isnt there, and so I present it to the Discreet Gay Dating world in complete anonymity safe in the knowledge that unless my gym friends come on here I'm unlikely to be spotted.
Unless of course I have a moment when I'm feeling a bit wicked and exhibitionist. Then perhaps I might be in the mood to show more to the world... 
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An Appetiser
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Posted:Mar 11, 2010 10:36 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2013 4:29 am
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(Someone asked me to post this)
You and I are in the kitchen preparing dinner for the night. We are moving back and forth across the kitchen, brushing up against each other as we playfully grab and grope each other as we laugh and giggle. We are both dressed in shorts and tops from the recent jog and can each feel the the others excitement as we brush against one another, your erect nipples and my hardening cock. I tell you that I need to grab something from the back room and will be right back, playfully grabbing your ass as I walk away. After a couple minutes you hear me call you from the back of the house that I need your help for a second. You walk to the back room and think that is it odd that the light is still off. As you walk into the room and reach for the light switch you feel a hand lightly grab your wrist and pull it away. You feel yourself pulled into the room and pressed against the wall, a finger against your lips and a soft “sshhhhhhhhhh” from in front of you. The room is so dark that you can’t even see the finger pressed against your lips.
You sense movement in front of you and a hand brushes against your neck, caressing it then traveling down as it brushes against your hardening nipples through your shirt. You let out a deep breath as you realize just how turned on you are becoming. This sensation of almost being blindfolded, not sure what is going to happen next. You feel the straps of your top being pushed over your shoulders and down your arms. Your nipples being brushed by the fabric as it slides down your chest to your stomach, exposing your nipples to the cool air. Suddenly there is a hand on your stomach and the other on your face, turning your head to the side and kissing your neck. Nibbling gently as you feel my mouth kissing down to your bare shoulders. The hand on your stomach presses you against the wall as you feel my warm lips kissing and licking your skin. You feel the hand move up your stomach and cup your breasts, as my mouth moves down to meet it. Placing soft kisses around and over your breasts, rolling your nipples gently between my fingertips as I pull them into my mouth and suck gently. Rolling them with my tongue as they press against it, hard and wanting. I begin pulling them in and out between my lips as I hear your breathing deepen and quicken, little moans escaping your lips. You feel my excitement growing from your breathing and sounds, pressed against your bare thigh.
You gasp as you feel a hand against your inner thigh, squeezing gently as you part your legs slightly, allowing my hand easier access to your moist pussy under the shorts you are wearing. You feel the material pressed against your pussy as your juices soak it against my hand. You moan loudly as you feel the palm of my hand press against you and the material brushes against your swollen and sensitive clit. You start to tell me how much this is turning you on when you feel the finger against your lips again, only this time it is moist with your juices as you push out your tongue to taste yourself, always as sweet as fresh honey. Suddenly you feel my lips against yours, kissing you deeply, sharing the taste of you on your lips. You feel my hand as it pushes your shorts to the side and you feel a finger part your pussy lips and start to slide slowly up and down between them. I feel the breath rush from between your lips as you exhale deeply, moaning in ecstasy.
As you revel in the feeling of my hand working against your pussy, you feel my hand travel to yours resting at your side. I grab it and pulling it towards me, as you feel your fingers wrap around my now swollen cock. Your juices flow even stronger, covering my finger that is now working in and out of you. You start to stroke my cock slowly, feeling the ridge of the head as your hand moves out to the end, then sliding your hand down to the base, opening your hand slightly as you push all the way down, feeling how hot and hard I have become from my excitement of just being able to enjoy you. You run your fingers to the tip and feel the wetness of the precum that has covered it, as you bring your fingers to your mouth and taste my sweet juices this time. You push your hand lower between my legs to my balls, squeezing them gently as you feel how tight they are, ready to release my hot cum for you.
You are surprised when you feel yourself spun around and you put your arms out to support yourself to find that you are now supporting yourself by the back of the recliner in the corner of the room. You are pushed forward until your hips are even with the back of the chair and your hands are holding onto the arms. You feel your bottoms pulled down your legs as you step out of them and then hear them land somewhere in the dark to your right. You feel a hand on your hip and another between your legs, a finger working in and out of your pussy again. You moan loudly from the feeling and spread your legs farther, engulfed in the feeling of what is happening, and surely what is to come. As you feel my finger pull out of you and both hands on your hips, your breathing almost stops in anticipation.
You exhale and utter an almost silent squeal as you feel the head of my cock rub against your clit, then press against your soaked pussy. I hold it there for what to you seems almost like an eternity. Then without warning I push it all the way into you, as you feel my balls pressed against your ass. You scream with excitement as you feel yourself filled up inside, and this time there is no finger to quieten you. You feel your hips being held tight as my hard cock starts to move in and out of you, the head pushing deep inside you as you push yourself against me and moan louder and louder with each thrust. You now feel a hand on your back, pushing you over the chair as your pussy is fucked harder. You can feel and hear as my body slams into yours, the fronts of my thighs hitting the backs of yours. My pelvis hitting your ass with each thrust into you. My balls are slamming off your ass as your pussy is fucked like it never has been before. You utter a scream of pleasure, your head spinning from the feeling of being fucked like you are now. You feel your stomach muscles tightening and loosening, as your pussy clenches my cock, trying to pull it in deeper and deeper. Your legs begin shaking, and you are thankful now that you’re supported by the chair for fear of your legs betraying you and spilling you to the floor. You are now aware of my heavy breathing and the moans escaping me as my excitement and arousal grows with you. Not as calm as cool as I was before, you know that you have always had this effect on me and revel in it, smiling to yourself in the dark.
You are aware of your body tingling all over like an electrical current running through you, originating between your thighs. You feel yourself starting to give in to the intense feeling of my cock ramming in and out of you. Your legs quiver and small gasps escape your lips as you feel yourself building to an intense orgasm. You almost bite your lip to stifle a scream, but instead yell my name at the top of your lungs, and tell me that you are going to cum. Finally like an ocean wave you feel the orgasm rock through your body as your pussy clenches my cock and you collapse onto the back of the chair, gasping for air and trying to get the stars to clear from your eyes. At that exact moment you feel my cock pushed deep inside you and held there, and for the last 30 minutes you hear me utter the only words spoken "I’m cummming". You feel my hot cum as it explodes from my cock and fills your pussy. This feeling triggers another orgasm from you as you reach back and grab my ass, pulling me tighter as I feel your pussy clenching around my cock over and over from the contractions. Finally your contractions subside to an almost heartbeat feel against my cock. You feel our juices as they mix and start to run down my cock and your inner thighs, the smell of sex engulfing the room. You relax your body across the back of the chair and compose yourself as you feel me lean across you and kiss the back of your neck, nuzzling my mouth against you. You exhale softly and smile as you feel my warm breath against your skin...
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