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| 10-24-15 02:53pm - 3347 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended  Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
I'm back again, my good friends ..... and for those who're still around who might care .....I have to conclude for how long I can't say. However, If you followed my last sudden departure from the forum about a year ago, then I can reiterate the cause continues to stay alive , unfortunately, from the same determined will being carried out by the guy behind all this .... who apparently just won't let go. You see, he's in like flint with our area's strongest internet server .....all of which holds the key to unlocking the entry to let me back in. Because I won't settle for nothing but the best ......hence my dependence on my detractor lettin' up at times like this and giving in. Whatever happens, I'll take what I can get and be thankful for whatever token is responsible for bringing it on.  | |
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| 07-02-15 08:56pm - 3461 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Knock-knock. The door opens. Hi, my name's Elaine, an' I'm here to answer your ad for an actress and a model. Interviewer: "Why yes, come right on in ...My name's Ben, an I'm the one here who'll be doing the interview. Looking around for who else might be present, Elaine is thinking: "well, really? ... that's reasonable to assume, unless there's others that're playing hide-go-seek. "If you'll just follow me to my office, Elaine, We'll get started by first getting some information and conducting an interview." Inquisitively studying this guy as she follows him down a darkened long hallway, Elaine's defense mechanism kicks into gear, beginning with her right hand resting firmly around her protective power-spray (promoted by manufacture to stop a charging Rhinoceros dead-in-its-track) as she's lead into Ben's office. Well, really..... admittedly its actually his bedroom, which Ben quickly explains serves as an office, studio , and all the props lying around for photography and video-tapinging on sight or projects done on short notice. Suspicion heightens as Elaine's invited to be seated on the only places that would accommodate her comfort --- a body-length couch or .....(you guessed it) the bed. Seating, as limited as it was, upon the soft sofa pillows caused Elaine's dress to slide back .... displaying a salivating portion of rounded hips and a glistening dermis complimenting such a splendid curvature of her two legs that they not only fogged up Ben's glasses but inexplicitly dried up his tear-ducts. All of which motorized Ben's vocal cords to rattle out the master of all catch-all pitches to use for driving women into surrendering frenzies unlike any other. Ben's mating gem .... (get out your note books, guys) " My, my darling, (begins our boy Ben) ....continuing, his voice reaching higher octaves, "but aren't you the pretty one." After an earful of that, Elaine's street-smarts alone tells her this guy really needs some serious, labor-born, verbally indoctrinated, lovelorn semantics to get laid this night. As was the last grand botch-a-rue, now repetitively Recovering from this disaster, He picks up dumberizing again by adding "I can see great things developing from your start here today," "So Hey, how's about later sliding over closer and getting it on for your fans out there?" Elaine" (which instantly sends signals to her left-front cranial lobe that dictates modeling isn't all that's on this guy's mind.) Beads of sweat popping form his forehead, Ben opens the questioning part of the interview: "You're 18 years old, just out of High School, and hankering to get into modeling -- and conceivably into movies, am I right?" "Eh, yeah, mumbles Elaine in responding -- but what's all this photography equipment doing in here, don't you have a studio, somewhere?" "No, Sweetie," Ben proudly proclaims.... his composure now back up to speed) "we do it all right here" "We? 'questions Elaine. "Eh, well, sometimes I'll need another cameraman to help or take over completing the action." "You see, Honey, I'll be in some of those pics and videos, myself. And on those occasions, well, you know, I can't hold the camera and be a part of the scene too ..... that is, while I'm doing what I have to do." "What will you be doing" comes the likely reply from Elaine, as her eyes continue to scan the room. "Uhmmm, I must advise you not to ponder the negatives you'll be exposed to out there, and I'll tell you right off, Elaine' that there are expectation of the entertainment world in which sacrifices one must make, as well as some things one might find objectionable getting into that sought-after field of glamor.....but, my dear, therein reaps its great bounty." Ben's now on a roll, and he knows he has to unload his full arsenal, and do it quick and effectively lest his prey escape out the door. However, Completely letting go of his foregoing strategy, further having got a priceless glance of Elaine's panty-line, Ben Harkens back to his earlier mindless interview by uttering another series of bummers: "My, Sweetie, but you have such a beautiful face! an' what a heavenly pair buns... Mamma-Mia! An' those budding tits ...WOW! I think you're in like Flint, Gal.... Stardom is already knocking on your door. Ben's now ready to close the deal!..... He continues: "Can you remove your blouse and bra so I can better get a gander at those perky boobs? And would you drop those jeans so I can get an angle take on that incredible ass?" "An' while you're doing that would you .....HEY! wait a minute! Where're you going? You can't leave, "We ain't through with the interview. I'm gonna make you a star! Don't you want to get into show-business?" Elaine turns around as she's opening the front door, "If you're looking for someone to just fuck, then may I suggest you do it to someone you really love ..... in other words, "GO SCREW YOURSELF!"  | |
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| 06-27-15 08:19pm - 3466 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
I‘m one of the first to admit that my habit of sprinkling a tad too many of those lofty sesquipedalian words and phrases into a lot of what I write here on pornUser’s just might tend to slightly rub some the wrong way. And I wouldn’t begrudge, nay not one, an iota for taking that approach. So please believe me when I say, to you’ns my very dearly appreciated PU brethren …… I’m not doing it for effect. And the reason all the above comes with this thread: ……. Is that I simply can’t stress strong enough, reach high enough, nor dip or bore deep enough, anywhere at this moment within my limited cranial recesses, to come up with anything near applicably heartfelt to justify in the written word my feelings for each and everyone’s previous personal comment made on behalf of my long departure. Accept it, my fellow inmates holding down the Asylum here at PU. You’re family now that my real one, being my only daughter who, by the way, made a failed attempt ( failed because of help supporting me in a court ruling) at using my age and health problems as reason for throwing me out of my own dwelling. The kicker, perhaps in my daughter’s mind, was riding on my porn interest and a belief she’d succeed because my condition is irretrievably a matter that’ll never improve with what little time I’m convinced I’ll have left in this lifetime. Having paid a fortune to add on so as to maintain an additional source of privacy for myself, daughter and hubbie's growing lifestyle ......plus pitching in for school expenses to help their two teens, I wasn't about to cave, thereby having to suddenly pound the pavement for something else. Although tension now around here can figuratively be cut with a knife, a Nursing home isn't in my immediate plans......... although it might soon come to that depending on my ability to survive on my own. Sadly, my daughter's hubby (my son-in-law) who’s acquired a time-honored place of employment at this area’s only Internet provider (Cox Cable) gives him authority whereby he still has the means of hitting me where it really hurts, (controlling my internet. That, by the way, was the earlier source instrumental in depriving me access to the internet for all this time in the first place. He’s now intermittently bringing me back on internet cable, reasons for which I can only guess is because he’s able to chime in on my internet usage, opening the flood-gate to now gain entry to all my huge collection of girlie files without making it necessary to steal. Yeah, who's to know we might develop another adult male pervert in the family. The thought does emerge that this could be a fringe-benefit for daughter should she ever need to keep him on the straight and narrow. There you have it, guys ......first peep into personal stuff you may or may not wish to waste your time on. If my luck holds out, I might for now be around for awhile. Please Remember, PornUsers is, and will remain the premier site hosting only the best to offer it's members. | |
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| 05-01-15 08:35am - 3523 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
 David Corio/Redferns Ben E. King performs live on stage at The Palladium in London on 20th June 1987. Ben E. King, singer of some of R&B's most classic songs, has died at the age of 76, Billboard has confirmed. Over his career, King had 21 songs crack the Billboard Hot 100, most notably the iconic 1961 single "Stand By Me." The U.S. Library of Congress added the classic to the National Recording Registry earlier this year, saying, "It was King's incandescent vocal that made it a classic". The singer had two other hits -- "Spanish Harlem" and "Supernatural Thing - Part I" -- crack the top 10 of the Hot 100. King was born September 23, 1938 in Henderson, NC and moved with his family to Harlem in 1947. He lent his baritone to the Drifters in the late '50s before going solo. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee's last album was 2006's I've Been Around.  | |
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| 04-09-15 10:47pm - 3545 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Yesterday I saw a foot adjoined to a leg, shot right out there on a hardcore scene in progress. I know it wasn't a third-party performer because his lower limbs are clothed in jeans with torso slightly clad in a plaid shirt. You get far-to-many shoots sprouting shadows all over the place from lackluster camera-work. Needless to say those kind of added attractions wasn't purposely injected to add overtime to the cameraman's pay-check .... and certainly not put there to provide erotic appeal to the scene. Cutting to the chase, we have what I call the sniffer-cameraman .... because he inordinately dwells on rear-end coital close-ups, wherein his nose is buried in the womans' sexual orifices, and we see her male performer's balls dangling over, in front of, and around the lens ... almost always for a dizzyingly extended length of time. Let me not forget depiction of ungodly volumes of the male's genital hair, giving us microscopic views of root formation and anything crawling on the surface. May I say all the above spills over onto other grinding annoyances beleaguering we who pay for this stuff. A few samples: Ever notice women in the throes of constantly lip-reading, and/or casting amply those fleeting glances off camera for instructions of what to do next?  Arousal assessed damages of those and countless other such scenes should weigh in at being tantamount to one's ball's suddenly clamped in the jaws of a starving Parana. Not mentioned are many behind-the-camera need-be....and may I include directorial shortcomings that never-grow-old. Invitational are naturally out for any views you wish to add? PS ..... Starving artists? Not now nor forever in the porn industry. | |
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| 01-09-15 08:14pm - 3635 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Bullet Harrilson Runs a tight ship. The nickel-dime porn site he started just a few short years back has surprisingly taken-off ... finding it's way now on the heels of some major players. Thanks to his adoring wife, and a small number of her hottie friends whom she persuaded to join her as models to help get things started ...... hyped by promises of the probable chances of this choice being a gateway possibly to bigger and better things down the line in the business of making movies. Reputations be dammed, having their image introduced to the world of Internet porn was far too compelling to pass up. As good fortune found its way to Bullet and his dreams of success, all beginning sacrificial endeavors by those whose undying faith, right from the beginning, prevailed and were now sharing in the good life Bullet provided. Now enjoying executive status, themselves once the only female stars, have honed their craft and overseeing who gets in the front door to becoming porn stars. Knowing good cameramen and videographers when he sees them, Bullet limited his business to only the rock-bottom few he deemed necessary and best in the business. Today was one of those rare days he had to call Jeremy into his office, he being Bullet's honcho who thoroughly had charge of the shooting end of the business. The matter at hand had to be delicately dealt with lest Bullet bruise the overweening sensitive ego of this seasoned lends man, of whom at this moment in hindsight Bullet regretted not having more closely monitored his work behind the cameras. Seated directly eye to eye, Bullet began by saying: "now jeremy don't take this as an affront, and try being fairly objective about what I'm about to tell you that's coming in from the outside." "No problem, boss, ..... You know me, I'm gentle as a tamed teddy bear when it comes to taking flak from our beloved paid members. We all know its part of the territory 'so c'mon on an' gimmie all you got, smiled Jeremy as he took another sip of wine ( harvested from France's top vineyards and seasoned to perfection from only personal limits in Bullet's widely rumored, tempered cellar) ... beautifully laid out specifically for his cameraman, with prior intent to soften Jeremy's exaggerated sense of self-importance and conceit. "Well, my gifted and talentedly endowed cameraman," began Bullet, 'it seems we're getting a mountain of mail complaining about your lengthy close ups. Especially users from a reviewing site called PU (porn users) and particularly from an individual who calls himself graymane, who, I might add, is bitterly accusing our people of an abnormal fixation focusing on the hairy assess of our actors. He, among others, says the camera is unstopping and continuously rolling as its absorbed with butts bobbing up and down attached to males atop their women partners acting out our fuck-scenes." graymane further strongly asserts it's agonizingly ongoing and zoomed in so close one can count the ugly hair roots emanating from the mold-incrusted membranous tissue of these guy's hanging balls .....the sight of which are focused endlessly on them swinging from side to side on a seemingly fatal gymnastically charted course of breaking away from the sacks they're embedded in. Although the most outspoken, graymane isn't the only one. Others from that bunch throws in another complaint that angled shots anymore are almost non-existent. At this point Jeremy's teddy bear temperament goes AWOL as he unloads expletives even unheard of from hardened, salted North Carolinian dock-workers and tugboat deckhands. "F...k PU and all their inhabitants, screams Jeremy." 'What do they know anyway?" "So I take a break occasionally to take a piss by leaving the camera focused on whatever while I use my time there to jack-off before leaving.' I mean, I can only for so long control my rock-hard-ons looking atop the pussies being pounded upon by the groins of those dammed lucky guys doing only what I can fantasize about, ....angrily murmured by poor ol' Jeremy. "You're fired," roared Bullet. Get the hell out'a here!" And you'd better hope I don't find your cum residue splattered about on my equipment." Wanna start a porn business? Jeremy's available. | |
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| 01-04-15 01:02pm - 3640 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
You're attending a family reunion wherein most of the relatives on either side are gathered to reignite the old and eagerly update the new happenings in their lives. You approach a circled collection of aunts and cousins, as well as a sundry assortment of member invitees, all of whom are involved in animated chatter about events shaping their interests. The chatter ebbs when you join in by piping-up with "hi ladies and gents, what's going on?" Marie, who's bookkeeper at her local church, excitedly turns away from the present subject of conversation and with a broad smile blurts out "oh, Bob .... its so wonderful to see you again." All heads turn in your direction when she continues with "I think we all would love to hear about what we've been missing that's going on with your great porn collection." Everybody becomes frozen with anticipation awaiting your answers. So for the next hour you regale them with all the new stuff that's surfacing, as you see it, in the wonderful world of porn. What? you say that never happens with you! ' Why do you suppose that Is?" I say to you, guys , having read that .... "Will negative attitudes towards porn ever abate to the point where it doesn't create some level of uncomfortable tension among the masses in a normal environment?" | |
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| 12-05-14 12:35am - 3670 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Because of pending litigation, involving, among other things, a suspected action taken by an unmentionable close family member who, without notice suddenly cutting off all my internet service. Who, incidentally, is powerfully associated with the cable company which was providing my service. Subsequently, my hands were tied in any attempt to restore service until my legal battle with this party blows over. On preliminary grounds, after finally getting off my ass and working my way to present my case to the judge, I got full sympathy for my just cause and got all I was asking for....ideally for things to continue sans further problems. That's good news .....when all who's involved face the judge in the upcoming finally (lawyers in-tow) .......Then I'm already on third base..... with even an infield play on a hit ball I'm crossing the plate. I can't predict the future, guys ....but I'm betting on the next hitter. | |
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| 08-28-14 07:28pm - 3769 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
I'm at the point, ladies ..... I fear those who've been around PU for awhile have got to notice that progressively my current stuff is sorta' going the way of the Twilight Zone. With that, my intuition is telling me anything current I'm throwing out there just isn't cutting-it anymore. I can feel the sharp dip in the popularity of thoughts coming out of my corner. All of which is now harder getting off the ground, and even tougher processing into ideas that make usable sense. This naturally ignites memory of the ease not too long ago which better made me able to put together anything of real value. Pitting this against the sudden, progressive onset of an unwelcomed inability to park or build on this skill is at best notably unsettling. The aforementioned, folks, is just my way of informing those extraordinary PU regulars: any and all in receivership of that which materializes from my keystrokes, to expect continuation of varying degree of what I can aptly describe as mishmash ....which moves in and off the course of sensibility. What further brought this thread on is the worrisome unpredictability regarding the onset of a decline in the quality of my writing. Also at play is all this baggage that piles up ushering in the advent of aging, all of which is doing a number on my ability to think straight. I wish simple aging were the only culprit. Adding to that the debilitating aftermath, still in hearty momentum resulting from my Feb. 2012 spinal surgical debacle, of which still has me in a wheelchair with further corrective major operations expected just to get me on my swollen feet. I'll likely get the verdict this week on some of that when I get the results from a recent cat-scan. I also want it known that I'm not pushing for a pouring of sympathy from any of this. If it were not for the attachment I've garnered, on my part with PU's staff, general members, and regulars whom I've become more than just a fellow member, then I wouldn't have started and pursued dwelling on the matter.  | |
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| 08-22-14 08:18pm - 3775 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
This is not the first time I'm ranting about the brainless, agonizingly boring scenes of high-volume acts of women performers (mostly solo) ruining any erotic progress with their incessant finger-suckin' an' lickin' ....as they digitally go in and out their mouths throughout the scenes. I hope you know where I'm coming from, here? Okay, one might say: "Then Don't watch them, sir!" Good advice ....... My grating reply: "not all seems that simple when so much out there pertaining to my rant's message is patiently alive and well. Seems normalcy in omitting this finger-romancing crap we gotta view in a clip is about as scarce as hen's teeth." Go figure! Nit-picking? Maybe. But I figure if it bugs me this much then it's got to be doing the same to a respectable number of others. I know it's frivolous, but just the same I'd like to know, and hear from others as to their take on all this film-chewing abundance of digital mouthing .....and especially if it has any ability to do anything for you. PS ...... Please don't tell me performers do it expressly to moisten their pussies. I ain't buying! | |
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| 08-06-14 12:40am - 3791 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Is it overall in Porn's best interest to run tube sites out of Dodge? Have you noticed tube-mongers (sites) have been on the hot-seat of late? Appears greed and absence of guilt are now making house-calls. Hang with me if you will, while I embark on prevailing websites which continually won't play by the rules. With your permission, I'm bringing in the mob to make collective points that better explains my reasons for opening this thread. Greed, and the unwillingness to let in fellow mobster bosses and cash hungry Capos into his very lucrative control of the burgeoning drug trade, at the time making New York the hub of incoming drug traffic from the four corners of the globe. I don't recall the intensely old and ugly boss's name we're talking about who's the subject here. But I do hear he also powered any and all rackets located anywhere on his turf. Not only the boatloads, train-loads and eight wheeler's loading capacities stuffed with yankee greenbacks.....but this man of unbridled wealth also took in all of New York's extortion monies. All of which was collected from struggling merchants. Without excuses or protest aiding their pleads for more time, whether men women or whomever was present on payday all came across with all owed. all this thrust upon honest, good people trying to make an honest living. ye-gads, How low do you go? I summit one could fill Yankee Stratum with only the hundred dollar bills that came into this boss's possession. Still, he wanted it all .... shutting out the other crime families with sheer fear of the retribution he could incur upon any one of their solders. Those who was stupid enough to even attempt planning on getting into his pockets, was apprehended, tied tightly in blood-choking restraints and routinely over time underwent only professionally administered torcher ....all of which was agonizingly slow and painful beyond description. These professionals are trained, exported here sometimes for only a single body-dismantling episode (as it were) The same fate awaited anyone else who was brave enough to take to the corners harboring either cocaine, heroin, or similar mind-altering substance with a mind to sell. Enjoying years of unending wealth and partaking in luxuries beyond our wildest dreams .......it was, however, only a matter of time before his waterloo caught up with him. Crashing down the door, behind which sat the old man at a table surrounded by his trusted body guards, likely feeling his usual sense of utopia that he enjoys while sharing in the camaraderie of those he trusts ....is Mowed down with both bodyguards in total surprise .....shoulder supported firearm with a full clip of hollow-nose 45 caliber ammo fired from three masked gunmen who riddled the guards and the old man's body with a hail of bullets, leaving his shattered and bloody torso lying propped against a wall .... and believe it or not, his cigar was still impeccably intact as it were before the bullets tore through his frail body. This finally woke up the entire police department .... wherein soon it ultimately helped enormously in cutting deeply into the criminal activity of NY's mob empire ... All timely Followed by putting a debilitating crimp in the once skyrocketing drug in festered, Mob generated profits. .... Commercially generated Porn websites, depending on what one would believe to sustain themselves via the level of subscribers and paying customers the sites yield -- I'd have to say that based on seemingly existing rumors of noteworthy downturn concerning pay site's Status Quo ..... Perhaps then gloom and doom approaching on the horizon might not be a surprising visit. Mob activity as it existed in its latter heyday of huge returns on little efforts and easy living have come and mostly gone. An with it, their real fear of being gunned down one day while walking the dog or peacefully getting a haircut and shave at the shop of your favorite barber. Do we see a parallel here? Looking now at porn industry's growth, and based on it's vigorous popularity that has brought in unrecorded new stats housing info that anyone who's been immersed over but a shallow time in active porn participation, would have to say that porn, as it exist today, is well on its way to nowhere but up. And if the porn coffers actually do swell to record-breaking heights, I for one ain't gonna give a damned! Suppression gives me more to think about than all the above. A following thread now on tap for runner-up to this one is waiting in the wings. That will deal with another porn nemesis .....one that is already responsible for more currently sinking web sites than any others I can think of. Edited on Aug 06, 2014, 05:03pm Edited by Staff on Aug 06, 2014, 10:09pm (Khan: patched in text from user's other thread) | |
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| 05-23-14 09:38pm - 3866 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
If you were heterosexually active ...and/or aware .....or God-forbid, Gay in the early and mid-eighties -- on throughout the perilous years that followed, then you already know that was an extremely deadly era in which to casually explore sex yet be alive and well. Choosing sex partners then was like walking through and over a loaded mind field, with eyes closed, and in ultimate darkness. Chancing even a quickie or opportune Trist, and yet maybe still, using what little and only protection then available ......was akin to playing Russian Roulette. This is a chillingly true and riveting movie ..... script-written and co-authored among the industry's most prolifically talented authors. I almost guarantee, the show's script and exceptionally keen acting performances, should bring you right up from your chair. Note ...... I'm only hawking this HBO premier because of the glowing reports I've gotten from noted experts... esp. from different sources. Apart from my interest to pass on to my PU friends, and fellow members, what I'm convinced they'll be glad they indeed acted on viewing ........ I then would hasten to add, that past, present or future potential, as well as from whence anything, even remotely defined as reciprocal appearing on my plate for this kindly HBO gesture ..... can well be as far-fetched as frogs dancing with young rattlesnakes in a change partners waltzed contest. | |
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| 05-11-14 11:29am - 3878 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
It's Sunday, a perfect day to talk about religion. And I have to say, having it force-fed to me starting in my pre-teens, until I untied myself from my mom's apron strings, did I solidly conclude I'm capable of arguing on the subject with the best of them. That would include, but not limited to Theology graduates from all the various established denominations as we know it. Before I expand on the thread's title, which obviously has to do with confused young men, especially Catholic boys who were in a perpetual struggle going up against Nature's calling, and the dire warnings of dreadful consequences should they (boys) succumb to the urging temptations of (God-forbid) MASTUBATION. If treading on theological shortcomings instill the fear of going to Hell (that would be the literal one mentioned in the Bible) then please leave the room! I often wonder if, among all the allowables granted to Priests, that solely the hearing of confessions is primary as their,,, eh, --- lets say .....well, doggone... I'm calling a spade a spade by coming right out with it ....."compensation" pure and simple. I gather they get to hear all the juicy details ....with no punches pulled. My upbringing, being of the protestant faith, exhorted adherence to the old-time religion ....espousing Christian dogma which, among other things, drove home the concept of a molten hot inferno awaiting we young lads who just couldn't keep our hands off our peckers. It wasn't until after I spent a stint in the US Army Airborne did I finally choose to challenge my Bible-thumping, arm-waving, saliva-spitting, pulpit-shaking, foot-stumping, over-zealous, prognosticators of doom, who, given authority to act the role of pastor, thereby passing on to us supposedly the true word of God, which, in my case, only succeeded in scaring the hell out'a me. It was later, which mercifully occurred to me that it had to be only natural to just surrender to this natural instinct that was so inherent in we, our (males) sexual calling. (in street-layman language >>>> "jerking off.> More Importantly, I ponder the question of why would our creator embed such a force to satiate something so powerfully inherent in our functionality -- only to make it a sin to give-in to it. I'd naturally be interested to have you, our loyal friends here at PU, to share your experience coming up from adolescence ....particularly had it followed a similar course of "would I", "should I," "or could I, .... in dealing with possible adversary of this nature growing up. | |
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| 05-09-14 10:56am - 3880 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Herewith is the story of my brief encounter at bricklaying as an occupation, and the accident report following my first day on the job ..... At an early age, Following my apprenticeship in bricklaying, I then felt I could do it all. Later ........after My wakeup call.... Dear sir ...... I'm writing in response to your request for additional information. In block number 3 of the accident reporting form, I put “trying to do the job alone" as the cause of the accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully ..... and I trust that the following details will be sufficient. .... On the day of the accident I was working alone on The roof of a new six-story building. But when I completed my work, I discovered that I had about 500 pounds of brick left over. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which, fortunately, was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor. Securing the rope at the ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out, and loaded the brick into it. Then I went back to the ground floor and untied the ropes, holding it tightly to insure a slow decent of the 500 pounds of bricks. You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh 135 pounds. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming down. This explains the fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand Were two knuckles deep into the pulley., Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground --- and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel now weighed Approximately fifty pounds.. I refer you again to my weight of 135 pounds in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured Ankles and the lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and, fortunately, only three vertebra were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the bricks --- in pain, unable to stand, and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost my presence of mind ...... I LET GO OF THE ROPE | |
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| 04-30-14 09:04pm - 3889 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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If people will believe all of the recent Republican bullshit we're hearing and seeing prior to this upcoming general election, then they'll find no trouble believing this obviously skewed thread. Hint .........it's pure BS .....liken what's in store for us that's gonna be dished out from those mounds of Republican  between now and November. Edited on May 01, 2014, 01:44am | |
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| 04-10-14 02:55am - 3909 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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please remove duplicate threads | |
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| 04-10-14 02:34am - 3909 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Knock-knock… The door opens. “Hi, my name’s Elaine, an’ I’m here to answer your ad for actress and a models.” Interviewer: “Why yes, come right on in ...My name‘s Ben, an I‘m the one here who’ll be doing the interview.' I'll also be the one to decide on your potential." Looking around for who else might be present, Elaine is thinking: “well, duh ... that’s reasonable to assume, unless there’s others hiding in the closets. “If you’ll just follow me to my office, Elaine, We’ll get started by first getting some information and conducting an interview.” Still, inquisitively uneasy, Elaine is asking herself: “what the hell else would he have in mind to start first?” Elaine is lead into Ben’s huge bedroom, which Ben quickly explains serves as an office, studio , and props for photography and videoing on sight. Elaine is now becoming suspicious, as she‘s invited to be seated on one of the only places that would accommodate her comfort --- a lengthy, plush, sofa or the palatial full sized, bed. Elaine chooses the coach, which, upon seated, her body weight sinks her unexpectedly deep into the ultra-soft fabric, where her back's pressed hard against the rear cushion, lower limbs propelled upwards, casting her dress well over her waist, opening her legs wide thus clearing the view to a perfectly formed pussy and well rounded ass.... thus giving Ben already enough of what he wanted to see without even having to ask. I don't have to say: it's a lesser pornographer that blows his intent by figuratively swinging at an outside third strike rather than a sure free walk on balls. So it is with Ben. Eyes in affixed mode, salvia about to drool over his lower lip, Ben jumps the gun with his usual brilliant lines of success, starting with: "my, my darlin’ aren’t you the pretty one.” ‘"I can see great things already in the works for you, and that's just from your start here today.” All this as Eline struggles to straighten her disheveled dress, already with brain waves attacking her left-front cranial lobe that dictates modeling isn’t all that’s on this guy’s mind. Ben opens the interview: “You’re 18 years old, just out of High School, and hankering to get into modeling -- and very conceivably into movies, am I right?” "Eh, yeah," frowns Elaine, 'But Then I might need a little help in this field, cuz I haft'a say I'm new at this." "Not to worry", assures Ben, "I'll be your momma, poppa, sister and brother", but I won't be your boyfriend and try to fuck you! "But tell me," says Elaine, 'what’s all this photography and video equipment doing in here, don’t you have a studio, somewhere?". “No, Sweetie, we do it all right here” Ben proudly announces. “We?” questions Elaine. “ Eh, well, sometimes I’ll need another cameraman to help or take over completing making the scene." “You see, Hon, to be honest, I’ll be in some of those pics and videos, myself, and on those occasions, well, you know, I can’t effectively hold the camera and be a part of the scene too, -- that is, while I'm doing what I have to do.” “What will you be doing” asks Elaine, as her eyes continued to scan the room. “Uhmmm, I must tell you right off, darlin’ that there are sacrifices one must make, and some things one might not find to his or her liking to get into the entertainment world, wherein, of course, therein reap its great bounty." Ben’s now firing on almost two cylinders, and he knows he now has to push metal-to-the-pedal, and do it quick and effectively lest his prey escape out the door. But would you believe how he set about doing it?? “My, but you have such a beautiful face! an’ what a heavenly pair buns... Mamma-Mia!" Ben then initiates a three-finger kiss, extending it towards Elaine .. wherein Ben then playfully fakes grabbing a handful of ass. "An’ those budding tits," ....whereupon Ben smartly, and cautiously zipped-it, lest he blow the whole game. But not before getting off just one last round ...he assures his new student: "I think you’re in like Flint, Gal." And having gained Eline's rapt attention as he then detours to a more convincingly professional show of reviewing ethics, moving on like the pro he might become, but, sadly, ultimately succumbs to a call ushering in a deluge of blood flow aimed at the markings of screwing the brains out of this innocent little school girl. But, conversely, this only sets off a bold impulse to push his luck. Ben begins to wail: "Now we have to get serious and get on with the essences of your qualifications, "Starting with you removing your blouse and bra so I can get a gander at those perky boobs? And would you drop that dress so I can get an angle take on that incredible body?” “An’ while you’re doing that would you ....."HEY! Where’re you going? Are you leaving? 'You can’t do that, We ain’t through with the interview. 'I’m gonna make you a star! Don’t you want to get into show-business?" Elaine turns around as she opens the front door, “If you’re looking for someone to just fuck, then may I suggest you do it to someone you really love………in other words, GO FUCK YOURSELF!” | |
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| 04-05-14 10:09pm - 3914 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
This is a copy made from my poll entry ...... Its all about my alien experience that only my fellow PU members will be privy to ...... It all began on this one afternoon as I was driving alone down an isolated road, Most likely with thoughts of how nice it would be if the soft lips of a hot chick who, seated beside me, was bent over doing a number on the head of my "Willy." But it was about then I sensed this weird foreboding that I wasn't alone. Then, all of a sudden, there were some rotating lights emanating from a huge disc-shaped craft hovering above my car. I pulled over, after which I lost consciousness. I awakened strapped down onto a padded table, and was getting a blurred vision of some weird creatures assembled around me. About then a telepathic voice uttered sounds that I interpreted as saying: "we are what you earthlings call Martians, and we're here on earth to extract cell samples from the brains of healthy sex addicts. Then I sensed another Martian nearby, who interrupt the first one by saying: "No, Zonko, that's "pervert"...I think that's the correct and more appropriate term to use." Angrily, Zonko shot back: " How dare you, Axlerod, correct me in the presence of this mere, ignorant Homo sapien!" this caught me off guard: I yelled out: "wait-a-minute, who're you fat-headed weirdoes calling ignorant...and watch the Homo stuff?" I didn't stop there: .."And why's your head so big, with those funny-looking bulging eyes...and your mouth, where the hell is your mouth?" Zonko's huge forehead immediately developed protruding blue vains (I could tell he was mad). Just then Axlerod chimed in: "now look what you've done, Zonko! You've gone and got our specimen all excited." "Would you shut the hell up, screamed Zonko, and let me get on with my extraction procedure" After some more loud and heated exchanges, the two began flailing their little arms at each other in what appeared to be a fist-fight. Immediately, the two were politely carted out of the examining room, by whom I perceived as security personnel. Shortly thereafter, I was addressed by somebody who looked like a senior authority figure: "I'm sorry', he told me, voiced from a source that still baffled me how it was done without a mouth, .. "they're interns and competitively doing this all the time." "Anyhow," he added, 'I've concluded your brain's too old and addled to serve as a cell donor, We want younger and healthier men who're really avid perverts." "But I AM a pervert," I said; and a darn avid one at that." "No, said the senior figure, 'you simply won't do,'.we're sending you back. "But sir, I wanna know why I'm not an avid pervert," I blurted out...'Hell, man, I'm an active member of Porn Users for crying out loud." "Odd you should mention that," he said...'Our research department have observed there's an unlimited number of perfect specimens in that outfit, and we're going after them one-by-one." The next thing I knew, I was seated behind the wheel of my car with the motor still running. As I pulled back onto the main road, all previous fantasies of in-car BJs had completed left Dodge ..... leaving me questioning my remaining status as to where I stand in the pervert department. | |
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| 03-13-14 11:57am - 3937 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
(Note this thread has been carefully edited on behalf of all the wonderful replies from wonderful people who've responded in such wonderful ways to this message. It's my attempt at omitting dialogue I later felt was just plain too corny, trite, and superfluously unworthy of their generous effort wasting their good time figuring it out.) With much of my pastime anymore taken up with doctors, as patient to my ongoing health issues, I'll start with my Primary care physician, whose liberal pulchritudinous assets makes me always focus on where her ass.is.at. Do I get a lol on that? Going down the line adding The Neurosurgeon who carved up my neck-bone like a Samurai warrior would an adversarial enemy. Without laborious detail on a fleet of other doctors specializing in different maladies that are ebbing away my faculties in various stages of decline, all of whom always have you parked in a waiting room, in one of maybe ten other similar adjoining examining rooms, which are also stocked with optimistic awaiting patients who're expecting to be seen any minute by the doctor. That's because nurses, upon employment, are ceremonially sworn to say whatever it takes to make the patient believe anything. Frequently, I'm overhearing the doctor's flirtatious chatter directed at his all-female staff -- precipitating naturally -- suspicious thoughts (as would be for any devoted pervert) creating in graymane's depraved mind maybe some hanky-panky taking place after-hours, with each and all those snapping pussies -- clits erect, joined by erotic sensations and hot-spots waiting for the chance to show her stuff to the guy paying her salary. Finally, my doctors will always finds their way to my room, usually always with that look of urgency -- because it appears they're always running late to get to their next patient; and, presumeably, with thoughts running through his mind to later sooth his aching testes by tearing into his office-receptionist's panties before the sun goes down. After speed-reading my purpose for the prevailing visit to his operational medical assistant, (a title she likely gleaned from leading forays of energetic bang-a-roos partaken in one of those side-by-side bordello-styled examining rooms, she gets to work doing what one would expect the doctor to do..... pulling everything under the sun outta me relating to my purpose for being there. During which she's pecking away on the computer with data for the doctor's viewing. Anyway, right off, she's all over me with probing gadgets to test my vital signs, all the while quizzing me and taking notes for the doc. The time finally comes for my doctor's harried visit. And sure enough, he breezes in, confers briefly with his nurse, all the while his eyes focused downward to the peaks and valleys of her generous hooters. Meanwhile, I'm thinkin' how cool it would be while he's occupied with nature's two unchallenged wonders seemingly trying to escape out of a bra that's unwillin' to budge, to dredge up PU's website on the idle computer for his viewing pleasure ..... I mean, those guys need a diversion occasionally wouldn't you agree? Once broken away from his tat-ta-ta with his assistant, he then takes a fleeting look at my records on his computer screen, says a few words to the effect that by my following his brief dissertation of wellness, that I'll assuredly be back in six months for my next fly-by. before departing with his painted smile, he instructs me to check in out front, while magically vanishing out the door with only the sight of the blur of a disappearing white frock. On a different note ........ All banter aside, this thread is really the first declaration of what I feel is a slow slide and deepening decline in my health, as well as telling signs prompting that part of the brain that signals clues to one's thinking of a near departure from this earthly plane -- perhaps of it being sooner than later. Why would I think that? Saddled with my sleeping hours having to wear a mask attached over my none and mouth connected to a CPAP machine to pump life-giving, high-volume air to keep open a vital throat aperture, which otherwise would close during sleep and block completely all breathing to my lungs. The CPAP is my only insurance to breathing while asleep. A nebulizer, another mechanical device vaporizing steroid fluids into Inhalants to clear my lungs, have to be used twice a day. More discomforting airway helpers Chewing up another hour on every treatment. A heavy thing that has to be strapped around my neck four hours a day which somehow ironizes waves of a sort that's supposed to strengthen bones. One would think a man who never smoked a day in his life would never be bothered with faulty lungs. Well, heres a man who, in his youth, ran marathons...... go figure. Twelve pills, some of which comes with noted side-effects that go down daily for other sundry ailments, to which I allude to being something badgering my chances for staying alive; although completely necessary despite the danger. I'm dogged with Two major blood-clots brought on by half-ass surgeries that's left my legs almost worthless. Those (clots) although fortunately dormant at the moment, are still life-threating Just waiting for another surgery accidentally tapping an artery to exacerbate another deadly clot. That could almost assuredly cause episodes producing death since many ever survived three of these freighting developments. Massive deep-tissue injections are likely on tap to quill the never-ending pain from multiple bulging disk-cushions oozing from their spinal positions. The steroidal injections used for that will normally reach a level of threat to producing cancerous cells developing in the region. How lucky can I get? All this is to say I'm having ambivalent feelings about how long I might be around. Adding that you guys might wanna be on the lookout should my activity in the forum suddenly stops, you can bet the farm my breathing has too. And please, this is not ...I SAY NOT, a ploy to elicit any overblown sympathy. Well wishes are quite enough and fully appreciated. Later there'll be a Chapter 2 of this thread, amounting to a comprehensive take on my history associated with Porn Users, of which I additionally plan going to great effort personalizing my feeling on each of our remaining regulars. Edited on Mar 17, 2014, 04:12am | |
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| 02-04-14 02:47pm - 3974 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Attention all innovative young ladies. So tell me: Tats ain't doin' enough for'ya? Gettin' pissed because your meager localized tats are being over-looked? Then come to our grand opening on Market street here in the great party-town of BoPeeps CA..... Be the first to sport around your new body color. That's right, Gals .... you heard me right! Amaze all your friends; Be the envy of all your gender; be among the first to actually get rid of that plain, outdated, boring old skin color that's been around forever ... and step into a vibrant, new you -- transformed into the ultimate femme fatale -- with the ease of only making a selection of the color you wanna be. Our Proceedure is painless, inexpensive, and very simple. Your nude body is simply lowered into our comfortable, custom made vat of any color ink that appeals to your taste So..... C'mon gals! What'r'ya waiting for? Tomorrow can be today, so hurry on down  | |
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| 01-16-14 03:42pm - 3993 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Think about it ..... you open a folder that you once labeled with files you downloaded from a particular site, and you get a message telling you that the folder is empty. I shook it off when first I discovered it was happening. But the problem has grown and I'm loosing an alarming number of my favorite pics and vids. I haven't taken an inventory because I'm afraid Of what I might find. I know I can get another exterior drive to transfer what I can, but that'll take a lot of time because I'll have to view and clear any transferrables containing blocks that'll kick back files that came from another computer. Anybody out there who might have answers as to what or who's the culprit that could lead to a cause? I sure would appreciate anything you can throw this way that could help. Edited on Jan 16, 2014, 03:48pm | |
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| 12-01-13 10:55pm - 4039 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Lets say somebody's suspended. Can he, like, somehow assume another identity? and/or present entirely different credentials to get back onto the site from which he was dismissed? | |
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| 11-30-13 06:17pm - 4040 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Dear Santa ........ Jus' wanted to bring to your attention that its been a long time since you left me anything at this, your special time of the year when "giving" is paramount. My age, you might ask? Well, I'm way up there, but its no secret not only have I been clinically diagnosed, but socially confirmed by having it yelled in my face from people who're supposed to be close to me "that I have the mind of a two-year-old." Shouldn't that Qualify picking up where we'd left off getting toys when I was a kid? I know I've been naughty, an all, but lovin' and caring for you as I do, I would expect, all things considered, you'd appreciate me reminding you, you know, like, lets say for the sake of wear-an-tear on your heart and staying healthy for the future of kids around the world, that you're still a big fat old guy hauling around a big sack on your back, propped on your sizably ample ass, an' all, not to mention my concern for all those annual scrapes and bruises poppin' in and out all those damned tight chimneys. And not to appear being an "ass-kisser, an' all ....but make it clear I know you have a big heart to go with all that blubber. Lookin'n back, I know I've picked up some bad habits since I was just a kid. One of'em that I know you won't forget about me was that time crawling across the attic floor and carving a see-through hole overlooking the adjoining bedroom ceiling of that young couple who lived next door. I even left you a note about it should you ....well (blush) wanna, like use it on a night Mrs. Santa's cut you off. I gotta say If you ever did get a gander of our neighbor's wife and her darlin' tight ass, then that alone should be compensation for filling my stocking every year. Oh, and by the way, could you, like, forget the candy an'nuts ... just stuff some hot porno visuals in it's place? I'd also lov'it if you left me some prostrate-friendly (blush) mind-blowing orgasmic motorized toys. Cuz, you know, even at my advanced age, well ....I still need to wack ol' "fender-bender" ever nights ...and (more blushing ) maybe also on days twice or more times. It really helps to give me something "moving" to do while waiting for my Social Security check. Oh, and speaking of my hanging chimney stocking .... an' please don't be offended; in fact you should take it as a compliment ....well, anyway, you being so famous, an all, it would be a supreame pleasure, because (blush now becoming a sweat) I get off on naked celebrated ladies. An' may I say I'll bet Mrs. Clause is a smokin' little number herself; and because she's near my age, I'd ask for nothing more than a sex taping of you and the little lady ....... you know, like doing it. Let me finish by reminding you that you'll still be around long after my equipment "throws-a-rod" .....so please, indulge me this perhaps last Xmas I'm still able to slam-an-ram". well, at least in my fantasies. | |
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| 09-29-13 09:56pm - 4102 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
This might appear to be a tad off topic, but I can assure you that you'll find sex to play an important role as you read on. As a very young lad, I lived with my family in a mountainous city in Virginia, during an era which this proud nation was in the throes of the historic 30's depression. Twas a time of panic and economic upheaval that pushed this country almost to its knees. Jobs were dreadfully scarce, creating food-lines everywhere. We did manage to get by without handouts, thankfully by being blessed with the rare good luck of both my parents holding jobs. Salaries, however, were painfully meager; but in our case did provide clothes over our backs and enough food. That was possible because we weren't spending extra for taking on a full time caregiver for me, because I was instead foisted off on summers to stay at my grandparents country farm, where Grandmom, her lazy-ass husband, two girls and three boys all lived together in an isolated worn-down two story house. My mom and five of the older siblings had long left the farm -- the boys into military and the women for hopefully jobs in the city. Whenever our old car rolled onto the dirt road from the 80 mile trek from our city home, leading down to my grandparents house, I was always greeted with enthusiastic hugs and grand welcome from my uncles and aunts, all of whom were near enough to my age that we made compatible playmates all the time I was there ... that is, except when they weren't cropping in the fields. Night in the wooded country was pitch black, which was perfect for telling ghost stories, usually while setting together on the front porch as the sun went down. Country-folk called them haints: which was their designation for departed souls, which got its name reportedly having been often seen by local impressionable mountaineers (who're a few corncobs short of qualifying for a roll of toilet paper) claiming these sightings of apparitions roaming the countryside, the ghostly purpose apparently for the delight in scaring the shit outta people. I never seen one, but was convinced enough to join my young host's practice (when nature calls) of rather than slipping outside in the dark, or making my way stumbling downhill to the outhouse, just instead to simply piss in the bed. Even now, I still call them Haints. Either they're friendly haints or mischievous haints. Somehow, however, I've rather always appealed to the damned mischievous haints. Once they discover they can make a bowl of soup fly out of my hands crashing on the floor, thus seeing me explode into a cursing, fist-waving rage ... or, I've now learned sometimes actually using reverse physiology by politely thanking them, just to deprive them of the amusement they apparently crave, Then, sadly, you thereafter become their main source of entertainment. For example, An object will fall from my hands, after then striking the floor will actually sprint (however far it takes) to a destination underneath, to the furthest, darkest, inaccessible location it can finally park. Finding it hilarious, no doubt, by having my attending haints watching me mightily squirm painfully on the floor, on my back, in a painfull effort to retrieve the damned thing. all this time, dont'cha know, I'm picturing them falling all over inside and out of themselves in riotous haint-laughter. I'm convinced These no-dose-floaters stick around mostly for their enjoyment they're getting from my unique tantrums blending in with these hilarious episodes. Unlike humans, They never sleep, or go on doctor's appointments, taking out the garbage, grocery shopping, or do anything our bodies demands. Consequently the idle pricks simply have too damned much time on their frigging' hands, so they come to sell-out performances at my house. Pulling out something from the refrigerator will not only slip from my hand, but cause a domino effect Liken to pens falling one after another on impact by a bowling ball, as liquid filled containers on the upper shelf drop, bringing down another until every shelf from top to bottom have taken part in depositing something on my floor, just waiting for me to slip and bust my ass on. In part, to escape the harassing behavior of these, eh, well, lets call them farts because we actually can't see either of them exit from where it metalizes. Anyway, I move out. after I move into my new place, I later learn during their previous occupancy were moral extremists who lived under the strict exhortation of a Bible-thumping preacher, whose loud and saliva-spitting sermons railed heavily against lusting after the flesh. Alas, damnation to all who even slightly flirted with a notion of jerking off. So in conclusion, it was here, in this new pad, before I learnd about this God-fearing family who lived and died here, to which I've inadvertently moved into ironically in order to flee from the previous taunting, might find myself in a new voyage up the creek without a paddle. Well, as lady-luck continues dealing me Jokers and deuces, having Settled down in this new dwelling, and unknowingly wondering if one morning I'll wake up and find my cock mutilated, I don't have to tell you about what kind of haunting reception I'm expecting now. Even my bed covers can't hide anything from them now ... or what goes on beneath them. So, boys and girls .... this is why I need a good Ghost buster. Got any leads? And don't do like others I try to explain my association with haints. Like get up and leave. Edited on Oct 01, 2013, 11:04pm | |
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| 09-23-13 07:22pm - 4108 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Where is everybody? It's getting so anymore when I post something I'm hearing an echo. What's left to be said about this waning interaction that's sweeping the Creme de la creme of Internet's premier host of "we the people" reviewers? Saviors of would-be victims choosing wrong pay-sites; they who blindly submit to thirty-day trash; The downtrodden chance-takers haven to get a fair shake for their hard-earned greenbacks? Is this exodus what we're to expect until we throw down our arms and surrender to this inevitable who-knows-what? Got any ideas of posting your assessment of bumps in the road ahead until D-day? | |
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| 09-05-13 02:46pm - 4126 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
My drop-dead gorgeous Primary Care Physician won't let it go. She keeps insisting (at 80, mind-you) I need antidepressants to help bring me out of the Psychological morass my "daily-beat-the-hell-outta-me" abusive father used to hand-down (pun-if-you-will) on me as a lad. Compounded by constant belittlement and proclamation of my being a burden he had to live with and attention shared with my mom. Bare with me, if you will, while I go back and give you but one-of-many an example of how mean this SOB actually was: My childhood friends refused to come on our property for fear of this man -- and for good reasons -- one of which was the following: After returning one afternoon from his business, knowing I hadn't yet performed one of the chores he'd assigned me -- in our front yard, RIGHT IN THE CLOSE PRESENCE OF ALL FIVE OF MY YOUNG FRIENDS -- he walked straight from his truck to where I was standing ....kicked me in the ass so hard it lifted me off and onto the ground, where (lying on my back, my arms shielding my face for what I knew was coming) he then begin kicking and slapping me so violently that my up-held arms received bruises so intense the marks stayed for weeks. For an unexplained time ..... my friends stood frozen in abject fear -- when, after realization set in, abandoned their bikes and fled like the wind and without looking onto the street toward their homes. Their fathers had to later retrieve their bikes because they would thereafter never come near our house. So much for the preliminary drama! That is to say I'm not looking for or expecting any degree of sympathy. BUT.... If you think that, as well as too many similar happenings, might have something to do with my doctor's assessment of my elder-year's state of mind, strongly warranting drugs to combat the aftermath she's convinced are intensifying to my declining health, then please vote affirmative on her behalf . BUT ..... if you lean to my reluctance and fears of these drugs adversely effecting ones's sex life .... then please raise your hand. It's not like I have babes beating down my door demanding a piece of my unconquerable sexual gifts, for which drugs might sorely bite into performance ...(naughty smile) if, indeed, that dream was reality. Suffice to say: The bottom line is clear and simple ...... I don't want "Oscar" asleep at the wheel if and when I do need him? Got anything you can say (nay or yah) or add on this subject, brother-pervs, gays, or otherwhoms? | |
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| 08-29-13 03:43pm - 4133 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Oh yeah! The grotesque "runt" and power-hungry nut-case Kim Jong Un, who runs things in North Korea, has now found himself a new source of entertainment to satiate his blood-lust: ... torture and gun-down anybody caught dabbling in porn......... except, of course, Kim, who's notorious for exercising his self-appointed right to simply seize any woman, (teen, married, or whomever) who fetches his aberrant fancy. Needless to say They're used as sexual slaves or for whatever his addled mind dreams up. The story broke when news got out that he had an x-girlfriend, who's a popular pop singer, brutally executed by machine-gun and having her family forced to watch ... after which they were imprisoned -- probably for life.. Simply for making a sex tape. Herewith is a link to the story. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/29...g-wol_n_3837098.html | |
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| 08-23-13 03:43pm - 4139 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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I hope I'm not beating a dead horse with this thread. Ok, so ... we got forced rebilling, pop-ups flashing in our faces all too often, the sinister old ploy of Regional mark-ups...then there's those cleverly placed boxes to check or uncheck to tack on another over-sold feature to grab another buck, a too-easy added ball's tickling real-time cam of babes, beckoning to do your cyber-bidding for only a $$$$-a minute, and surely not least, the maze one often has to wiggle his way through to "cancel a subscription." Did I miss anything, youse guys? Now's the time to upgrade your rant about whatever's in your craw concerning those un-loved porn-runner practices that's been building up since your last bark. | |
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| 07-27-13 06:08pm - 4166 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Hopefully, a tech-guy out there can tell me how these guys got into my computer ... and more importantly, do I need them? These intruders are saying my computer belongs to a home group, and further that they're not available to me because I'm not connected to the Home network. Everywhere I go I'm seeing "shared." Its all news to me because I certainly didn't give them any authority to "share" anything. Not only are they (shared) uninvited, but they, and/or perhaps other invaders, seem to have taken control of my operating system. For example, I click onto a particular file or unfamiliar program I've discovered only to be told that "I don't have permission to access it." Denied, mind you, asking me, (sole owner and supposed administer if you will) for an unknown password I never initiated. A sizable number of folders containing older, stored downloaded porn files have mysteriously vanished. All, seemingly pillaged folders have little icons of a padlock attached to them and labeled "empty." Amazingly These unabashed crashers seemingly are throwing their weight around like I'm just simply in their way. I've got very good anti-virus and malware protection, but neither have addressed this being a possible problem. This is but one of other seemingly other frustratingly similar 7 series system pests that are taking up residence. Some would-be experts whom I've addressed this to wants me to believe its all in my head. Anyway, having seen answers to other tech inquires made here, I thought I'd give it a shot by throwing it out to the real experts.  | |
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| 07-07-13 08:34pm - 4186 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Our forum is rife with direct and indirect pleads to sites we're purchasing from to make sensible alterations, changes, or whatever other action we feel is overdue to equal the playing field, shooting for our forgotten needs while ideally maintaining a favorable statis quo for sites. Our reviews are giving these guys invaluable input from a seasoned viewer's perspective ...... a feature too many sites easily take for granted: and others that just don't give a damned. Our rants are a clear and definitive measure that's of particular importance ... but, unfortunately, doesn't get the response it deserves. A continuing example on my part are nagging efforts through repeated rants about shabby camera work, ongoing poor video operations, and, above all, 7th grade level at directing and putting together a decent product. The message and short answer summing all this up is clearly that we're given only a deaf ear and blind eye to what we're crying out for. And as long as the bucks flow and nobody's making waves ..... I guess we'll pay-up and continue taking what we're given. If this thread brings up similar things bugging you that you'd like to let out ......please post it here for us to study and/or comment on. | |
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| 06-11-13 05:32pm - 4212 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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I'm assuming this subject's been brought up previously, and no doubt expounded upon because it's so obviously phony and blatantly such an attack on our intelligence. I'm referring to pay sites which would have us believe, seemingly out of the goodness of their hearts, that they're privileging us with automatic renewals for the sole purpose of relieving us the burden of going through another joining procedure. Heaven forbid we'd forget to renew and have to repeat the agonizing process of joining all over again. You don't suppose ......naah, couldn't be. Well, then just let us play-like these pay sites use the auto renewal feature because chances are heavily in their favor you'll forget or fail to cancel on time ....thus dispensing another month charge from your credit account -- forwarded into the loving hand of those benign folk running your porn who want only the best for their members. Sigh..... you gotta love'em. | |
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| 05-09-13 11:46pm - 4245 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Try as I may, I cannot find out how to insert pictures in a post. I see them done all the time from others, and it frustrates me to no end spinning my wheels in endless attempts to do it myself. For those kindly souls out there who respond to this plea, may I ask to make it simple... by that I mean as technically friendly as possible. I say that because I have two left feet whenever dealing with this sort of thing. | |
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| 04-30-13 12:20am - 4255 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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The news is out, my memes, Ron Jeremy, is revving up for returning to doing some movies, and resume busting the cherries of young ladies begging his services for a chance of breaking into the porn business. So where's he been? My guess convalescing from a reported two aortic aneurysms: abdominal and thoracic. Enough to almost take this chubby and hairy-bodied porn icon's life.... About what he says: "this really bothers me because I don't smoke, I barely drink, I don't touch drugs. I had none of those horrible habits and I still got this horrendous heart problem: aortic dissection, or aortic aneurysm dissection. In my case, I had two: abdominal and thoracic. Two holes they had to sew up." But boys and girls, this ain't gonna slow down this guy. His agency still remains inundated with projects screaming for him to star in de-flowering and take all these awaiting beauties on the ride of their lives. Graymane's History of this aging omnipresent ape, having stolen my erotic fanties, transforming them into his own endless playground of pleasure .... who's yet reprieved to further continue showing up in the clutches of nubile loves I'd almost kill for..... well, it jus' frost my balls. Forgive me, but I have no love for this guy.  Edited on Apr 30, 2013, 12:25am | |
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| 02-09-13 08:53am - 4334 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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I'm thinking about buying a new computer. However, All I've ever owned is the Windows desk-top variety -- which for all practical purpose's have lead me to be convinced that it was better geared for my use. However, Laptops have come a long way, and from what I've gleaned following lap-top's progress and what people are saying, I'm inclined to go that route this time around. For all of a lap-top's versatilities, and freedom from mind-boggling entanglement of wires and other sundry baggage of necessities ..... assuming lap-tops can offer the same quality of viewing pleasure and handle comparable storage capabilities as the desk-top, then I'm now at the starting-line ready to break-away in that direction. Anything our well-endowed, PU technically talented brothers can offer this clueless puter-lover, whose next purchase (at his age) could very well be his last, would naturally be most appreciated? | |
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| 01-22-13 06:20pm - 4352 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Authored by graymane.... cuz there was nothing else to say Dwayne is a born loser. Can’t keep a job, sponges off his parents, bums cigarettes, and is naturally always broke. That’s not all. Dwayne’s problems are augmented by having illusions of grandeur -- one phase of which he believes himself possessing extraordinary powers .... another being irresistible to women ---a babe-magnet. Despite the fact he strikes out with gals in bars, amongst friends, and even from girls at his infrequent visits to church, the situation does nothing to alter his self-aggrandizement. Convinced he was a divine purpose whom the world owed privileged status, he then concluded it was alright to go to any means to get it. The answer was clearly money. Where’s the money? Banks, of, course. How will he part the bank’s money into his hands? Rob the bank, of course. Leah has had a sheltered life. Coddled and doted-on from birth, home-schooled and prepped by parents to deal with the world outside, this very bright but naïve little lady was about to leave the nest. Now, nearing her 20th birthday, her parents was instrumental in getting her a job as teller at the local bank. Leah was bursting with excitement, she hung on every word of her orientation and pledged her undying obedience to protocol. It was Leah’s first day on the job and she had handled her first twenty customers flawlessly. Her trainer, now convinced Leah would be OK on her own, departed to her own desk to pick up on the morning issues. Leah’s window, now open to her share of the morning traffic, finishes business with the few who were in her line, and finds herself for the first time idle. Wearing a thin open overcoat over a food-stained sport jacket and loose tie, Dwayne strolled into the bank. Walked straight to Leah’s window and greeted her with a big smile ……… Leah returned the smile and, inquired with the bank’s traditional courteousness as to what she can do for the gentleman. "Just gimmie your money,lady” snarled Dwayne. 'And hurry up with it.” “Excuse me, sir, replied Leah, 'but are you panhandling?” because if you are I must inform you there’s an ordinance against that and you’ll have to move to the outside, off the street.” “lady", muffled Dwayne, I have a gun and I’m ready to use it if you don’t move your ass to the register and empty the cash here into this sack.” “Again, I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to refrain from outbursts or that kind of language.” “Are you listening to me, you dumb-ass broad, grimiest Dwayne….. "I have a gun and I’m about to unload it on you.” Leah continues …. “and unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about your gun; We don’t buy them here. There’s a pawn shop just around the corner, you might want to try them.” "Now, if you want money, you first must submit the proper paperwork in order to withdraw it …… do you have a withdrawal slip, or shall I give you one of ours?” “I’m going to give you a hole in your head if that sack ain’t full in about ten seconds", Dwayne angrily responds. “you do really need some help with your attitude, sir ….. And it might help to work on your grammar, also. It’s atrocious!” “What’s that mean? shouts Dwayne.” you callin’ me names, bitch?” an if you got something to say about my gun, you better say it, 'cause it's gonna put you on a slab at the city morgue “Again, sir, continues Leah, I’m sure you have a nice gun, but we don’t use them here. Our guard, Morgan, has one on his hip; maybe he can use another one ……… “Oh Morgan", Leah directs her call, “may we see you for a minute?” As the guard approaches the window, only a two second blur can be seen existing the building. “Awww!” Pouts Leah, as she greets Morgan’s approach. I think I could’ve gotten you a good deal on another gun. But I guess the guy choose to try the pawn shop. | |
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| 12-25-12 06:17pm - 4380 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Attention all innovative young ladies. So'ya say that Tats ain't doin' enough for'ya? Gettin' pissed because your meager localized tats are being over-looked? Then come to our grand opening on Market street here in the great party-town of BoPeeps CA..... Be the first to sport around your new body color. That's right, Gals .... you heard me right! Amaze all your friends; Be the envy of all your gender; be among the first to actually get rid of that plain, outdated, boring old skin color that's been around forever ... and step into a vibrant, new you -- transformed into the ultimate femme fatale -- with the ease of only making a selection of the color you wanna be. Our Procedure is painless, inexpensive, and very simple. Your nude body is simply lowered into our comfortable, custom made vat of any color ink that appeals to your taste So..... C'mon gals! What'r'ya waiting for? Tomorrow can be today, so hurry on down. | |
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| 11-01-12 08:48pm - 4434 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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It was Halloween night at the Brass Bell bar and grill. A party was roaring, Karaoke was on tap and your's truely did his small part by belting out a song or two. I gotta say, the old man didn't do too bad.  Between songs, this self-appointed announcer would take over the mike and do what he could to keep the energy flowing. The show-stopper came when a hot, curvaceous gal dressed in a tight leopard costume had mindlessly agreed to further celebrate her birthday by participating in a little stunt the announcer had duped her into playing out. With a male volunteer from the crowd, the announcer had him set down on a chair, spread his legs, after which the announcer carefully mounted a small cone of ice cream neatly atop the stretched fabric directly over the guy's family jewels. Up until now, the man and sleek-bodied leopard-girl were clueless what was about to happen. Too far along to back out, and not wanting to let down the chanting bar-room crowd, the girl, following the announcer's voiced instructions over his microphone, walked reluctantly over to the volunteer, who was still seated and nervously exchanging glances at the girl and the ice cream spiraling outside the cone to a thin peek. The birthday girl dutifully dropped to her knees, slowly guided her mouth between the stranger's legs and began to swiftly lick away as much and as fast as she could. Arising and immediately wiping her mouth with her paws, stopped and threw kisses to a crowd giving her a wild, standing ovation. | |
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| 10-26-12 07:21pm - 4440 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Sandy is on her way up the East coast, packing powerful wind and bringing her friends. Her friends, who are joining the party, are a combination of Winter storms all coming together at the same time. Upon impact, they're projected to mercilessly unload their arsenal while carving a devastating path in its wake, (and to quote a figure of speech): "take no prisoners." Sandy, only days away, now have the Carolina waters in it's sight, cruising North a couple hundred miles off the East Coast and making its way inland .... between now and Monday It'll make up its mind to hit dead-on either us, Washington, or New York. This one's reported to drag along plenty armor, inviting itself to hang around and stay awhile ... And even if Virginia survives it coming ashore, its awsome strength won't have pity enough to leave us unscathed. Today, our governor officially declared Virginia a State of emergency. Some of you might remember my bringing you this same kind of scenario last year, before the near-miss of Hurricane Irene. Lets hope my luck is still alive and well. Otherwise.... As you step out of your door Monday morning, enjoying the slight breeze and relishing the soothing, purring stomach juices reminding you of a breakfast of bacon an'eggs, and the assurance of your electric stove being operational before dinnertime...... think about ol' graymane.  | |
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| 10-06-12 12:10pm - 4460 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Does anybody out there know how or when to spot penile enlargments or other enhancements being used by a male porn performer? I think it's evident they're being used, but apparently the makeup is just so good that its got me fooled.  Quote: "penile enlargments or other enhancements being used by a male porn performer?" Did anyone other than myself detect an obvious flaw in my above quote? To wit: I mean, well, Who, or what gender prey tell, other than males or lesbos would use such things? | |
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| 08-16-12 07:42pm - 4511 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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She's comfortably lying on her back; her arms and hands, unfettered, are completely free. And she can move about her entire frontal region with ease. Things begin as her hand and fingers are now busily at work between her legs getting herself off. The scene is getting hot, and so am I. But wait! Just as things are going swimmingly: (her writhing, moaning, and rhythmically thrusting her pelvis in ecstatic delight) her motion suddenly stops as she abandons this ideal situation, and while cameramen are repositioning their equipment, gets on her hands and knees (doggie style) and commences to awkwardly stretch her arm behind her back, and with some effort finds her pussy whereon she laboriously continues her masturbation in the style of a constipated gal mounted on her toilet in the throes of trying to get a big one out. One can readily see this position is sexually unorthodox; but somebody must like it because it's got to be in every solo scene being shot. So I ask you, does this make any sense at all? I can only conclude that it is added in order to give Mr. Anal his share of the clip. Fine! I’m good with that. But why the hell does it have to cut short my candy just when I’m getting stoked on the way things are going? Wouldn’t you agree it would be better to designate full clips to each fetish that's out there, and to quit jumping around and frequently changing scenes. In closing: A Case in point: I flat quit watching anything from one of my favorite models: Aria Giovanni. Because she jus’ wouldn’t leave her tits alone during scenes, Never seen anybody so obsessed with her jugs as this woman. And lastly: Realistically: do you know, or have you ever known of any woman who actually uses that technique to get herself off? | |
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| 07-14-12 07:06pm - 4544 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Curious, you begin surfing through some internet porn. You begin watching the stuff On a regular basis. You become fascinated with it. You begin spending more and more time watching it. You begin putting aside important matters because porn is consuming your time. You're alienating yourself from friendships in lieu of your growing interest in porn. Bills are unattended, the phone is ringing, knocks are at the door; those, among other things, are oftentimes being ignored because you're absorbed in your porn. You're now losing sleep, and your food preparation and eating habits are being compromised. At this point, my friend, though you may not want to admit it, you've mired yourself so far upstream in do-do it would almost take an ocean ice-cutter could reach you. Welcome to Porn addiction. Exaggeration? Don't think it ever gets that bad? Well, I'm here to tell'ya the evidence is there if one cares to look for it. Edited on Jul 15, 2012, 11:05am | |
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| 06-07-12 05:38pm - 4581 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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Married just out of High School, now in their early 50’s, Todd and his wife, Beebe, share an uneventful sex life. It’s been generally slam-bam-thank you-ma’am -- With Todd immediately rolling off and peacefully drifting into La-La Land; Whilst Beebe curls up and silently completes her pleasure with busy fingers and harboring thoughts of images wherein she's cavorting with big, romantic, male movie stars. On this night, Todd would be late getting home, having accepted an after work invitation to watch some of his Co-worker’s porn collection. Later, Having just finished a late dinner, and, as it is with Todd in respect for Beebe’s work preparing it, he takes over the job cleaning up. Todd is always looking for ways to please Beebe. Afterwards, wrapping themselves in each other’s arms, as they cuddle on the sofa to watch TV, Todd tells Beebe he has some surprises for her when they launch into this evening's love-making. Beebe is excited! “What,” she pleds. Tell me; I can’t wait." "Well, continues Todd, not that our sex isn’t already the best.... But I'm convinced I’ve now discovered ways of making it even better -- And you know me, honey-puss, anything to make you happier.” "But I’m OK with the way it is, purrs Beebe. What could you possibly do to make it better?" "Maybe a little diversion would do wonders,' said Todd. Earlier, at Gregs house, I got into watching some of his porn. And you know what? You can’t imagine the fun those couples on video was having. I mean, this guy doing way-out stuff that was driving his partner wild with pleasure. You had’a see she was really into it by all the loud ohoos and ahhhs, screamin, an all that gimme-more talk she was doing." Note.... (by this time, readers will rightfully conclude that Todd is a few french-fries short of a happy-meal.) Bebee, smiling as she lay beneath the covers, has her eyes focused on Todd as he disrobes and hurriedly hops into bed and climbs atop Beebe’s plump frame. Expecting Todds usual ritual of hand-pumping his member until it’s ripe for entry, Beebe is shocked, as Todd lowers his head between her legs and commences to munch on the hairy surface of Beebe’s vagina. "What on earth are you doing" shouted Beebe! Todd, his mouth glistening with fluids Beebe had produced ahead of time to get a jump-start to a hopeful miracle orgasm, lifts his head and announces he’s doing a cunt-a-lingus. Beebe is mortified. "What would Rev.Mcfadden say if he knew what you’re doing. He’d throw us both out of church. And God forbid should this get out amongst it’s women members." Oblivious to Beebe’s clit, Todd’s mouth is chomping away everywhere else but where it's supposed to, while Beebe, aghast at what was happening, was making an effort to wiggle free. Finally getting the message, Todd moves up and grabs a tit in each hand. After squeezing and sucking on them very gently, he begins slapping them from side to side. As Beebe is recoiling from this insane action, glaring up at her husband, she begins pounding his chest with both hands. "That wasn't in the video, Sugar-puss" pipes Todd; but that’s good. Get it out." Beebe then turns over. "Wonderful," calls out Todd. Now, Honey I’m gonna really do something new that I’ve just learned" -- Whereupon Todd vigorously slaps the cheeks of Beebe’s ass. "Have you gone mad, Todd," Beebe yells out. "You’re angry, responds Todd. That means you unconsciously are getting turned on, I betcha." Then, going for the ultimate stimulus that's supposed to create a crescendo of sexual pleasure, Todd inserts his erect penis deep into Beebe’s anus. Beebe is now painfully petrified, lying motionless on her abdomen with eyes affixed to the headboard. As Todd’s scrotal sensations begin to peak, and ejaculation only moments away, he physically turns Beebe over, and, as Beebe’s mouth opens wide from the horror of the unbelievable events she’s experiencing, Todd ejaculates a strong, forceful jet of cum directly into Beebe’s open mouth. As Todd dismounted and fell upon his back, lying there in the aftermath of one of the strongest orgasms of his long life, Beebe suddenly breaks away, grabbing a pair jeans on her way out the door. Hurriedly, Beebe gets into their car, and speeds away on route to her mom’s house. After telling mom of the brutal behavior beset upon her by a crazed spouse, the insistence from mom, and later from their clergy, all got their heads together. Days pasted. After repeated calls to his wife, that went unanswered, and visits to the home of Beebe's mom -- resulting in a peace warrant issued to his door -- The final blow came when two weeks later, he opened a letter from her lawyer. Why? he kept asking himself --still puzzled the rough new-age sex play overwhelmingly effecting his judgment in the porn flicks had anything to do with his predicament. The end Note from the author: THE PORNERS DO IT FOR THE MONEY, GUYS! (Of course you knew that) | |
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| 06-02-12 09:11pm - 4586 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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I try to create a relaxed exchange with all my doctors. And with Some I can joke around -- (so it is with my Pulmonary Specialist, who always goes over the time limit during our appointments ....because, I'd like to belive, he simply enjoyes my company. (yeah, right) Seems I got bum-lungs.... don't know why, never smoked nor inhaled anything toxic I know of; Unfortunately, though, the condition has spawned a myriad of other health problems.... all of which we're monitoring. On My last visit, however, there was an unusual length of time wherein I was seemingly left to just languish in one of his waiting rooms. As time went on, naughty thoughts started filling in the void -- after which I put one of them into action: I withdrew a paper-towel from over the basin, neatly rolled it into a ball and laid it on a seat adjoining his desk. When he finally came into the small examing room, he glanced at the towel but immediately got down to the business of discussing my case. After that was over and we tamely exchanged our usual barbs, I pointed to the towel and said: "by the way, Doc, I hope you don't mind but I got so bored, waiting so long, that I took the liberty of masturbating." I then added: "not to worry, I deposited my seamen in that paper towel close by where you're setting. Had to put it there cuz I couldn't find a trash can anywhere." Our visit ended shortly thereafter, and as he bade me farewell, looking down at the damp towel as he was walking out the door said: "when you leave be sure to take THAT with you." However, outside but still within ear-shot.. I shouted out: "GOTTCHA." True story | |
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| 03-25-12 09:44pm - 4655 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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I ain't gonna dwell on this lest I elicit deep-sea yawn-a-mania. But indulge me, please, it's been awhile since my last thread. I'm inspired by JBerry's recent entry. First, have you noticed: tinsel-town, New York, Washington, along with some other high-profile megalopolis here in the US-of-A kind'a taking on some frightening characteristics of a modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah? O'hum... Graymane (carting bum-knees) gingerly steppin' onto his soapbox:  Our current powers that be, in addition to lack making impossible headway trying to patch up the horrendously battering rape of this country, carried out by eight full years by a profoundly inapt, reckless, daft, imbecilic, unsound, rathole-piss-away-spending-Republican bunch of jackasses, are still dragging their feet controling the proliferation of drugs that are getting the wrong people obscenely richer. Endless varieties of uppers, as well as other differing sundries of mind-alternating plant sources, medicinal opiates, and whatever other addictive poisons are out there ... as evidenced in small part by the life-taking of a swelling number our talented artists. I've seen the distruction of over a half-dozen families just on my block, from drugs. My next door neighbor (a hardend user) was shot and killed by police recently for behavior resulting from drugs. Sobriety, for whatever reason, is increasingly becoming a stranger for an alarming number of humankind. I've got a non-supportive habitual drunk father living on one side of me, and, from the busy traffic and other revealing events going on with my new neighbors on the other side, I have strong suspicions they're dealing. Compounded by the fact a new Mercedes rests in their driveway. On a different level, Cheating and stealing appears to be losing it's distain -- coupled with doing unto others what you can get away with -- almost wins a badge of honor anymore. Identity theft now can easily happen to anybody. as well as strange hands getting into your money. Case in point ... and why I'm currently living in this less-than-favorable-neighborhood. My late father's "Christian" bookkeeper (who, he had chosen because she earlier kept the books for the church he attended...and trusted also for being my late mother's supposedly "best friend) managed to manipulate dad's weaken state of health (advanced Parkinsons), lied that I was putting him in a nursing home and steal his money, hence, resulting in getting away with my entire inheritance. This, After being at his side as a caregiver 24-7 for his last four years of total and complete disability. Her pillage included: Our home, worth well over a half a Million. All his rental properties; sold and hundreds of thousands of dollars pocketed by she and her family -- not to mention dad's lawyer who, BTW, was also duped by her by cunning. Don't ask me why I didn't take her to court, because she had fixed it so I wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting a penny, and, in fact, would only have gone broke myself fighting a case I couldn't win. Sorry I had to get off on that subject, but lettin' it out occasionly is the only therapy I can afford. JBerry's recent thread, opening up a subject that set in motion this eye-opening and enlightened response from some of our PU's guys ... has convincingly won me over that our societal porno misfits, who grace our forum and offer up trustworthy accounts of payable site performance and behavior, thus saving us mucho headaches, are a far sight better informed, and certainly less gullible than a respectable number of mainstream Americana -- and that goes especially for those avid followers of celebrated Bible-thumpers, including those fire-breathing preachers who exhort to unattainable religious principles yet abide untouchable under a cloak of hypocrisy. Bottom line, fellow members........ bravo! this is where it's at. The camaraderie don't get any better than this. | |
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| 01-06-12 10:00pm - 4734 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
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The cameras are ready to roll. Everybody's in place, The director is stationed, ready to give the “action” order. His two stars nervously awaiting their moment to prove their acting skills. The order is given: “Action please!” The MILF scene opens with what appears to be a bored Mom setting on her couch reading a book. Like most household-wives, she’s dressed normally: short skirt to the cheeks of her ass, panties exposed, and a pair over-nourished hooters seemingly struggling to escape the tight confines of bra cups the size of satellite dishes. A knock at the door! It’s one of her son’s school buddies. Although looking a tad older than his age, we accept the fact he’s a tender lad whose genes and growth-hormones simply got carried away. “Eh, hi. Mrs. Adams. Is Rick around?” Mom explains her son’s absence and invites the stubble-hair-faced teen inside -- where she promptly guides him to the sofa (strategically seating herself close enough for her pussy to begin snapping at the boy’s knees.) “You’re Jason, aren’t you", Mrs. Adams asks with a salacious smile. “Well, er, I mean yes I am, Mrs. Adams." "Say, Can you, like, tell Rick to call me. We’re meeting for soccer practice later.” “Just call me Pam. Needn’t be so formal", purrs Mom." "Just think of me as a friend. You know, like a girl you might be close to at school.” At this point Pam's hand is resting on Jason's knee. (If I were Jason’s age, by now my knees would be so shakin’ so violently I’d need a restrainer on the level of industrial strength duct tape.) Jason, however, gives a half-ass attempt to convince us of his innocence by at first reacting awkwardly, stumbling on words and somewhat retreating to the far side of the sofa. But as Pam becomes more aggressive -- Jason's confidence grabs a foothold. They kiss. Now, with Jason’s inhibitions orbiting the sun, his hand touching her thigh, inching its way to the soft, moist, cleave resting between her legs, Pam immediately begins her journey into a stentorian wale of erogenous pandemonium -- screaming as though she was being chased by The Texas chainsaw wielder. Boyish Jason, meanwhile, is suddenly employing a worldly love-making prowess akin to a sexual titan. (Pretty damned good for a high school teenager, I’d say. The kid learns fast.) Contrary to sane judgment, The idea of Rick coming through the door, or hubby unexpectedly coming home, seems furthermost from either of their minds. Pam's spastic cries of delight gains momentum, heightening even before Jason’s hand finds its marks. By the time Jason is atop Pam, pumping away, her squeals, pitched moans, Ahhhs, Oooohs, Owooos and oh yes’s are going non-stop. Decibel ratings approaches china-shattering levels. As the action intensifies, Pam's repeated oh-yeahs joins in to vocal volumes reaching nuclear proportions. Seismic waves begin appearing on the town’s Richter scale -- as neighbors are running through the streets in panic. Coast Guard goes on alert, as our president hovers at his red phone. There you have it.....maybe. I won’t even go into the ecstatic moments of Pam’s orgasm. But I think by now one gets my drift. Exaggerated? sure, but so’s the industry’s continuous apathy for not improving on the quality of their product. simply harken to some of the cow-pie we’re still getting from, and relentlessly being doled out to by our porn purveyors. We're underestimated and taken for granted my friends. Dammit! Just Give us purchases intellectuality befitting our place, ideally shaving down the idea we're falling for this crap. | |
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| 01-03-12 09:58pm - 4737 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
I'm not talkin' about sites featuring picture sets or those befitting the class of Met Art, or similar ones that furnish genuine erotic appeal, but what I'm referring to are still shots of youthful models simply striking a variety of poses, generally with the assistance of a chatty cameraman. The model isn’t really serious because she’s sniggling and making gestures throughout the whole shoot. This might go over well on Comedy Central but in my judgment has no place in porn as we know it. When verbal communication can be heard going on behind the camera, and/or the model is adlibbing with her own contrived witticisms, I don’t know about you but I’m getting about as much titillation as watching hens lay eggs. So why don’t I just flip to another channel? Just skip over it? Because in my mind its clutter and belongs in another medium. I’m tripping over the stuff all the time whilst surfing for something belonging to true, Porn-lovers voyeuristic tastes. Gals flirting with the camera and matching barbs with people on the set, whose apparent interest in those paying to see her perform to their liking lying somewhere in la-la land, just don’t get it for me.  | |
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| 12-30-11 09:46pm - 4741 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Today, surprisingly, for the first time, I was besieged with correction-alerts here for my misspelled words. This is the best thing since Jock-itch suppressors. I've suggested earnestly to our incomparable, yea unimpeachable administrative empowerment, who keeps this site so well oiled and running smoothly, to include a spell-checker for the benefit of those of us whose spelling woes cries out for help. Don't know what inspired this all-important tool to now become a part of our already excellent messaging process, but i do extend to it my hardy appreciation. Is there anybody else out there sharing any degree of excitement I'm having over this thing?  Edited by Staff on Dec 30, 2011, 09:55pm
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| 12-06-11 09:38pm - 4765 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Since I don’t have anything currently to rant about, just to blow off time and some steam, I’m dumping another story on you. High atop a mountain, nestled in the forest off the shore of a small European community, lies an ancient castle, complete with mote and high protective walls. Huge, with Ivy plethora, the aged brick structure is inhabited by only two men -- a millionaire recluse and his loyal assistant whom he simply calls “Flog“. This successful but eccentric Castle owner, who’s a retired medical Scientist and goes by the name of Fernando Bator, is always unfailingly and respectfully addressed by his subordinate companion as “Master.” This creates some raised eyebrows when the brilliant recluse finds himself in an unwanted position of being introduced by Flog to infrequent guests or unavoidable contacts.: To wit: (Flog) “may I have the honor of introducing to you my boss, and one of the world’s renounced Scientist : “Master bator.” (groan) (For the sake of staying consistent, lets give Flog the last name of Log.) Although worlds apart in intellect and breed, Master Bator and Flog Log has one thing in common: They are both pussy-starved, and balls-achingly horny. Living alone years on end in that remote fortress had taken it’s toll.: The absence of hands-on nookie, and the added presence of a weird, reproductive-destroying mold, thought to be imbedded somewhere within the walls of this gothic behemoth, had infected them both with a rare parasite called “virile Peril.” It attacks the sperm, devouring the little critters as fast as they reproduce. Think of them as sort of a spermatic Pac-man. For our die-hard optimists, on the plus side this could negate the need for vasectomies.) This brings up two questions to be pondered: (Master bator?) Since semen isn't present, wouldn't that render the effects of this parasitic condition incomplete? Hence, Maybe its now proper for Flog to call his boss “Master bye-bye-Bator. Question two: If the guy’s so rich, why doesn’t he have swarms of women shipped to his door? The answer to that is quite simple: The guy’s irretrievably afraid of outspoken women. The mare presence of one brings on hives and uncontrollable tremors. Strangely, then, it’s not the woman so much as it is her demeanor. If she simply wouldn't talk too much, or bring up opposing thoughts, he might be able to get-it-on with her. But we guys all know this is patiently an unattainable possibility (right?) All the coal and tea in China wouldn't even tempt a woman to restrain her right to express completely her opinions ..... or otherwise. Mr. Bator's only avenue of release has been his giant satellite dish atop the castle roof, which brings in the internet from all over the world and parts of Mars. Speaking of which -- You haven’t seen a real porn-queen ‘till you’ve feasted your eyes on a naked lady-Martian. Tiny butts, but great abs. But Master Bator needs a woman, for-cryin’-out-loud. Sure, She might have to relent to a gag, but the up-side is the absence of all that messy after-sex seminal fluid. An' he'll throw in a free dinner. So whats a painfully shy rich guy, in a world of aggressively self-suffcient women, do to feed his natural lust? (Obtaining a website and Becoming a Webmaster comes to mind. Hey, hey, hey ... just kidding, guys and gals!) ANYWAY.....That night, Fernando (Master) Bator, found his answer …. In an old Frankenstein movie. To be continued........ Maybe. | |
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| 10-27-11 05:00am - 4805 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
I'd say consider yourself special that the horney little furball choose your leg amonst all the others in the group to make love to. But seriously, doesn't this reeeeallly piss you off. Especially when groups, including women, are present? Compounding all that is the dog's master -- who should rap his pet's ass sharply with a newspaper -- but usually issues a tame command like "down, boy." I mean, I've had to actually shake these sex-starved creatures off my leg -- or, (forgive me PETA) more accurately, punting the damned things across the room. It's unimaginable what's going through the mind of women whose thigh becomes mounted in a four-legged-vice-grip, tail-a-wagging, tongue-a-flappin', drool-a-flying, furry torso-a-bouncing as the dog's blood-red pecker, having abandoned its foreskin is wildly whippin' about all over the women's leg. "Down, boy" ..."behave!"....be a good doggie and I'll jerk you off after my guests have left." Well! maybe the latter and the rest of this drivel is a tad off topic and a bit unusual, but its a viable rant to fit in here because it typifies the mentality of a host who'll allow his hyperbreed to mingle amonst his guests like that. Albeit there's a fair number of men also whose behavior isn't much different when he's got a hefty buzz on and gets around people ... esp. the women..... But what do you with him? Can't slap a collar around his neck and tie him up outside. ? Edited on Oct 27, 2011, 10:21am | |
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| 10-05-11 04:17pm - 4827 days | Original Post - #1 | |
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graymane (0)
Suspended Posts: 1,411 Registered: Feb 20, '10 Location: Virginia |
Chapter one Officer Ron Owens has a porn addiction, and it’s bigger than his willpower or his purchasing power to sate his burgeoning habit. His internet expenses are already drawing fire and threats of separation from his wife, and compounding all this is the consequences should this get out at his precinct. Desperate, Ron hatches a plan: Having Obtained information about a man across town who reportedly has a glut of premium porn stored on multiple external hard drives, Ron would use the power of his badge to get his hands on them ... If only maintaining possession for as long as it takes to satisfy his immediate lust and make copies of as much of the man's stuff as humanly possible for future viewing. Since this operation would have to be initiated outside police jurisdiction, Ron needs to muster a fool-proof, Masterful plan-of-action -- one that stifles any and all possibilities of error. For starters, He would have to show up at the man’s home in his marked cruiser, have proper credentials and the genuine appearance of police authority. The time is nigh, approach is rehearsed and re-re-rehearsed. Ron is ready. Only a couple other matters to deal with: 1) Would he risk drawing his marked police cruiser from the motor pool without the presence of his partner: ( Duel checkout is a rule commanding strict adherence and serious consequences if disobeyed) 2) His partner: Kelly Stevens, A recruit fresh out of the academy, in training and under the auspices and guidance of Officer Ron Owens. Gender? Female, straight-laced, brainwashed on police ethics, an indefatigable advocate on sexual abuse of women. There’s no turning back .... Ron is going in. He’s confident he’ll succeed with the temporary confiscation, but he’ll have to count heavily on his gift of persuasion and reputed charm to keep Kelly’s mouth shut. NOTE ... I’ll get to matters having that vast storage of porn surrendered to Ron Owens later. But first, can you offer some ideas how we’ll win over Kelly’s acquiescence?..... Or simply keep her mouth shut! Chapter two is (upcoming) But only upon a warranted response following chapter one. (Nothing begets nothing) | |
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