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These aggregation of stories,
lampoons and irreverent points of view...
occasionally make sense.
I hope you can share my smile.

Once in a while it's nice to sit down.
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It Is My Last Day Here... Take Care... 🙁👍
Posted:May 1, 2019 1:17 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2019 4:50 am
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Happy new day! *FrankeeZee here, but not for long. This is my last post for Paul. He's back, but he's letting me write, this one... last... blog- for him.

About an hour ago, I was fast asleep in front of Paul's television, on his couch: the 'Weather Channel', will do that to me. Paul had asked me to pick up his mail, water his plants and just check on his place.

His home, is in the middle of a flood zone, and the spring flood this year, hit critical levels last week. The houses all around, are either flooded or damaged and the water... keeps rising. Paul's place, wasn't touched. If he owned a fucking wide screen and had Netflix , I'd like it here.

Anyway, like I was saying...

About an hour ago, Paul quietly, slipped in through his front door; like some sort of, fucking ninja. Then... he crept, up to the couch (where I was snoozing) and violently shook me, while screaming and yelling, that we had to evacuate - due to the rising flood waters. Do you have any friends, who are assholes?

After his laughter had subsided, we exchanged the usual pleasantries. He told me, about how boring, his week was. I told him about what he'd missed, here in 'blog land' . And that's where we are. I'm drinking a coffee he made me and, I'm outta here. Paul seems to be pleased, that I didn't burn his house down and that his plants, are still green. All's well with the world. Except for one broken dish... that I'm not mentioning to him.

"OK... Frankee... I love ya buddy, but it's time for you to go. It's late and I'm tired. Thanks for all your help, but it's time to leave."

I looked at Paul and blinked. "Well... can I just finish my coffee?"

"Sure... sure... Do you want a chocolate chip cookie with that? Or... I have some cheese cake, in the fridge."

"Ahhh... you HAD, some cheese cake in the fridge. It was great," I looked at Paul and smiled. It WAS great!

"You know Paul... I don't understand you. Sometimes... you can be such a nice guy. And then - BAM... you flip on a dime. And you turn into this mean guy, who I just don't know. What's with that?" I looked at Paul and blinked again. Paul looked at me, thoughtfully and spoke...

"I don't know Frankee. I have this button... deep inside me. I don't know when it'll be pressed, but when it is... stuff just comes outta my mouth. Aren't you the same way?"

"No Paul. I don't think so. Now... I understand, why your wife left you though. You should consider taking, an anger management course."

I was about to say something else, but I never got the chance. Paul took my coffee, poured it into a clean 'Micky Dee' cup, put a lid on it, shook my hand and led me to his front door. Now... I'm sitting in my jeep, about to press 'enter' on my laptop and let this last blog of mine ( his ) ... fly. The lights in Paul's house, just went dark. I guess he went to bed.

Sheesh... ya think it was something I said?

Do you have an alter ego or character trait that you keep hidden ; or are you an open book?
Oh yeah... whatcha having for breakfast today?

I'm outta here. Take care y'all. Thanks for stopping by. I'll still stick with MY sex site though. It's safer over there. Nobody
yells at me.

*FrankeeZee is a member and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun ...

That picture in the blog, is of a street, close by Paul's house. Last Friday... you couldn't cross it by car. There was 3 feet of water running through it. 'Click' on the pic to get a full screen view.

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The Physics of Copulation... and Why It Fucking Works
Posted:Apr 29, 2019 1:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2019 8:01 pm
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Happy new day! *FrankeeZee here... again. Paul is not answering his phone and the texts I'm sending him, are being returned, 'undeliverable'. And that's ok... I'm a trained professional. I'll manage this blog for him. I think...

Ever come up with a great blog idea and then, reverse engineer it? That is, write something that fits the title, you had? That's just, what I tried to do, with my blog title here and... I fucked up.

There's nothing, that I could find on the net, that would explain, the physics of fucking. There's an erect penis... right? Then there's usually, a moist and willing vagina... Put rigid, round device 'A' into wet slot 'B'... that's the most I found. No theories, angles, formulas or physics of any kind. Oh... I did find a diagram. That's for those of you, who might be fuzzy, about the whole process; given that it's been a while. Anyway, I did find something else - about 'reverse engineering'. Listen to this...

Ever hear of this guy - Gary Vaynerchuk? Neither did I, before I had read an article about him in, 'Business Insider'. By the age of '35', he had become a multi millionnaire. Today he has a net worth of '$167 M'. That's not, a huge amount, but it's about '167' million dollars, more than me. You know what he attributes his success to? Reverse engineering!

When I say 'reverse engineer', I mean the following. He suggests we all, go back, step by step... from that 'big dream', we all have - to this, very, moment, in time! And... we figure out what the steps are - moving backwards. How we get there and what we need to do. Sounds simple enough, right? He took his father's '3 million dollar', a year wine store and turned it into a '$60 million' per year venture; amongst other things, that he's really... really... proud of.

I don't have a father, who owns a three million dollar a year business. Do you? I also won't get back... the six minutes that it took me, to read that article. I've just saved you six minutes of your life. You're welcome!

Reverse engineering, is the process, by which a man-made object is deconstructed to reveal its designs, architecture and to extract knowledge, from the object.

Can we extract any useful knowledge from this blog up untill now? I don't... fucking know. I do know this... today is another day and another day is good!

There you go. Another blog in the books and no one was hurt. I told you I'd make it through, till the end.

Is it possible to reverse, any negative effects of this blog?

Stupid question time...
What do you think about misleading, book, magazine article, or blog titles?
What did you have for breakfast?

*FrankeeZee is a member and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun

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Paul is Gone... and Has Left Me In Charge - Here's My BDSM Adventure 😱
Posted:Apr 25, 2019 1:05 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2019 9:56 pm
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Hello everyone. *FrankeeZee here. Yes... I know. You were expecting Paul, but he's on a business trip and won't have the time to blog. He's asked me for my help, so... writing this blog for him today. I ... (of course), one of the top 200 bloggers on my sex site; number 193. You're all, in capable hands. Don't worry! Everything will be fine.

First off.... I'll tell you how I work. I don't post cute emojis. I know Paul likes to do shit. Not . If you're expecting emojis... perhaps, you should start reading.... someone else's fucking blog.

Secondly... Paul has left me, with a complete set, of HIS 'Blogging Rules', supposed to follow. Let read, this out to you. By the way... Paul, is a fucking control freak.

Here goes... "Paul's Blogging Rules" : (My comments are in the brackets)
1. Keep swearing to a minimum. (easily fucking done)
2. Don't post sexualy explicite pictures. (well... sucks)
3. No BDSM stories. (damm... too bad)
4. Keep erotic stories classy and tasteful. (classy? WTF ? )
5. Use descriptive language and flowery adjectives, wherever possible. (who's got time to read fucking adjectives? )
6. Try to sound measured, thoughtful and politically correct. (well... 's , most of the time.)
7. Keep the length of the blog under 500 words. ('s... going to be a challenge)

All righty...
I have to say something here. After reading Paul's rules again, I now understand, why Paul is failing... as a blogger... here on this site.

I had this really, interesting story planned for today. It would have been about, what happened to me last week.

My hobby is video filming. Through a contact, I met this eclectic group of sexophiles. They were; 2 Dommes, a sub, a tranny, and this midget - or dwarf or whatever, is fucking politically correct. I guess he was their manager. He's the one who carried the checkbook. Yeah... it was a slightly messed up visual, right? Anyway... they were looking for a camera man, to film one of their BDSM, bondage scenes. They were going to , two hundred bucks for a couple of three, hours work. They promised some bonuses, if I agreed to do the editing as well, so I agreed. Off we headed, to a space they had rented, down near the Plateau : it's a hipster neighbourhood in Montreal. We got there and I started to set up a my equipment... when... the tall Domme, with the black hair came up to me and...

Oh... hang on a second... hang on a second.

I've reached the word limit, Paul has set up here. I only have a few more words left, till I 500. Damn...! It was a really story and it got totally, out of control. But I mean , in a good way. I was also, going to post some wild pictures.

Well... ok then. I hope you had fun. Until next time. I don't think I messed Paul's blog . It can't get any worse, than it already was... can it?
supposed to ask a question here? WTF?
What do you think of Paul's stupid blogging rules?

I don't know... What did you eat for breakfast? .

*FrankeeZee is a member and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun

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The Easter Bunny... Got Laid... 🐰😱
Posted:Apr 19, 2019 1:31 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:22 pm
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I sat there in my kitchen, behind the keyboard of my laptop and stared at the ticking clock - hanging on the wall. Damn... an hour... and nothing, had come outta my brain or been typed, on the screen. The doorbell rang. I let *FrankeeZee in, sat back down and continued my consternations. FrankeeZee poured himself a coffee and sat down, beside me.

"Hey Paul, you're not writing your blog, are you? It's Easter weekend, for fucks sake! Take a break and shut it down. Nobody gets on sex sites, on Easter weekend. Everyone gets religious. They all see their families and and grandkids and pretend they don't fuck or masturbate."

I looked at FrankeeZee and blinked." Did you shut your blog down? "

"Oh course Paul. I'm not getting back on my site, till Monday. I don't wanna go to hell!"

"Well Frankee... I think I've already got enough points accumulated, that I've earned the 'speed pass'. And the elevator I'm on..... ain't goin up. I've got nothing to loose," I looked at FrankeeZee and then peered back, into my screen.

"Paul... You mean to tell me that you, don't believe in God? Woah.... you ARE, going to hell bro! I feel really, really, sorry for you."

"Look... It's just a blog Frankee. I was going to write something funny.... to amuse those, who don't celebrate Easter. I have a title... it's called; The Easter Bunny... Got Laid. "

FrankeeZee's face turned ashen white. "Paul... if you post a blog, with THAT title, you'll get crusified, by all your fans. You'll never recover. Everyone on your site, will iggy you... forever. Don't do it!"

I thought for a moment. "OK... ok... You've made your point Frankee. I never knew that you, were so religious. I won't post anything."

"Good thinking Paul. Now close your laptop and let's get outta here. There's this brand new strip club, that opened up in Laval. I heard that it's fantastic. The women there, are sooo... fucking.... hot. If we hurry... and I drive like a nut, we can still catch Happy Hour."

I looked at FrankeeZee and just sighed. I didn't have the strength to say anything. Besides..... I'd heard about that place. The free buffet they serve, is to die for. I shut my laptop and grabbed the keys to the house.

"Alright Frankee... let's get outta here. I'm fricken hungry."

Are you celebrating Easter this weekend or do you have other plans?

Bonus Question : How's your week been? What's up?

*FrankeeZee is a member and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun ..

Happy Easter to all! 😊 .

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She Told Me... I Was Lucky... 🍀😉
Posted:Apr 18, 2019 1:51 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:23 pm
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It was bound to happen. In a city, of over four and a half million people, odds were good. It was only a matter of time, before I accidentally, ran into a fan, of MY, 'A F F' blog.

Last week, I was headed downtown, to meet my oldest for dinner. Her choice and her treat. I brought the wine - a very nice Brouilly... her favorite. There's no quicker way, to move around this town, than the bus and subway. If you ever visit, leave your car at home. Traffic is a mess.

I had 20 subway stops to navigate and the train was jammed, with a mélange of rush hour commuters. I was lucky, when I spied an empty seat. It was at the end of a bench, lined with a bunch of women. I nestled down next to one of them. She was younger than me, smartly dressed, wearing a white, ruffled blouse and a black, leather skirt. Her head was buried, in a laptop. The subway system here, has free WiFi.

I casually, glanced over to her (on my right), as one might innocently do... while riding the subway. Alright... so I'm nosy. To my surprise, she was on that sex site... 'A F F'. Then I took a closer look. She was on, MY blog. Well... that, was interesting... to say the least! I kept trying, not to stare. But I was curious to see, what blog post she was reading. Unfortunately, I wasn't very subtle. She noticed me, moved her laptop to her chest and glared at me.

"Oh. I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to be rude. I just noticed, that you were... on that web site. I happen... to KNOW, that blogger," I smiled.

"Reeeelly? Lucky... fucking... you!" she declared, in a loud, sarcastic voice. Then quickly, she tilted her laotop, completely, so that the back of it, faced me. It ... was a 'Dell'.

That... pretty much, shut me up. I never had a chance to continue, with any polite banter.

The other riders in the car, stared at me. I grinned back at them... sheepishly.

The rest of my trip, was kinda awkward. I focused my eyes on the dirty grey floor. I turned to the left, once... where inches from my nose... was a man's groin. He wore Lévis, button down jeans. I couldn't help but notice them. It's the same brand, I wear. I preferred... to look at the floor.

When it was her stop, she squeezed by, and glared at me once more. Her boyfriend, who was standing next to her (and whom I hadn't noticed), grabbed her hand and gave me a dirty look, as well.

"Ahhh.... a boyfriend. No wonder, she didn't want to talk," or so I preferred, to believe.

My stop came. I got up. That guy, with the Lévis in my face, took my seat and smiled at me. I walked out through the sliding doors, trudged along the subway platform, then rode up the escalators and finally... strode into the street. I felt, somewhat relieved.

I hoped, my ... had picked a good place to eat. She always did... and I was starving.

Do you ever look over the shoulder, of random people, in random places; or is that just rude?

Bonus Question: I was carrying a bottle of Brouilly, What type, wine do you prefer ?

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I Just Wanna Stop... and Tell You What I feel...
Posted:Apr 16, 2019 8:11 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2019 4:00 pm
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Everyone has had, someone they've loved, or perhaps... someone they thought - they loved. I had.

It was '1979'... my band was just starting out. We were young, arrogant, confident.... and fucking talented. We thought we were on top of the world. When we'd p.lay a.t dances and events, they'd always have a table reserved, for the band and our 'guests' - our girlfriends. Privileged young ladies in their prime. They were dressed to the nines and proudly strutted, into a hall... as if they owned it. They walked with as much sass, ass and style... as you could possibly imagine. Everyone knew them as... the "band widows".

Nobody... in the hall would ever, approach them. To talk to them, would be a "no - no". They sat there, stoically. Soaking in the vibe and stroking our egos, when we'd take a break. Always reminding us, how great, we were playing. Regardless of any fuck ups on stage. They were our Queens... and we were their Kings.

At the time, there was a song playing on the charts, written by a Montrealer, named Gino Vannelli. He wrote this song called, "I Just Wanna Stop" . I only danced this song with her, once. It was in a huge hall and the DJ working with us, played it for me. We held each other, as if we were afraid to let go.... as if we were going to be together, forever.

Of course... t.hat never happened. Things moved on. Coincidentally, today I watched the morning news and they had Gino on, promoting his set of concerts here - in Montreal this week. More coincidence. Last night, I got a t.ext from a friend, about t.hat g.irl... the one I danced with. I thought about her and this song. Maybe you have a special song t.hat reminds you of someone. I hope you do. It's one of the best feelings in the world. No matter how long, or how short, t.hat feeling might have lasted.

Yep... I hope you do!

.................. .
Here are the lyrics... and the U Tube link... is a.t the bottom of the page. Check it out and perhaps, you might feel the vibe I felt with her... so many y.ears ago...

Gino Vannelli
"I Just Wanna Stop"

For your love
When I think about those nights in Montreal
I get the sweetest thoughts' of you and m.e
Memories of love above the city lights
Ooh, I tried so hard to take it
But oh Lord my heart won't make it

I just wanna stop
And tell you what I feel about you babe
I just wanna stop
I never wanna live without you babe
I just gotta stop
For your love

When I think about the way the world must turn
I get the saddest thoughts for you and me
Memories of life and times go on and on
Ooh, I've tried s.o hard to forget it
But oh Lord my mind won't let it

I just wanna stop
And tell you what I feel about you babe
I just wanna stop
The world ain't right without you babe
I just wanna stop
For your love

Ooo, I've tried so hard to take it
But oh Lord my heart won't make it

I just wanna stop
And tell you what I feel about you babe
I just wanna stop
The world ain't right without you babe
I just wanna stop
For your love

or search... Gino Vannelli I Just Wanna Stop

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FrankeeZee... and... The Brazilian Wax Challenge... 😱
Posted:Apr 15, 2019 12:52 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2019 10:01 am
This weekend, *FrankeeZee and I, were huge food court, the West Island Mall. The enticing aromas, of coconut Thai chicken, and BBQ ribs... and Szechuan shrimp, filled the air. I kept eyeing watch. Is 10 am too early for lunch? FrankeeZee's laptop was open and as usual, he was working on his blog.

"Hey Paul... do you know any places do a 'Brazilian Wax', for guys?"

I looked buddy and blinked. "Why the fuck, would I know anything about ?"

"I don't know. You're into kinky stuff. I'm doing some research into women and the time they spend, taking care of their bodies. It's part of 'Woman's Self Series'. I'm going check it for myself, next weekend. Wanna come? It should be fun. I dare you! " he said, grinning.

FrankeeZee always played, a little left of center. I'd think about it. FrankeeZee continued...

"I'm including a section in my blog, about female masturbation. I read an article by Caitlin Moran. She writes for Esquire and Cosmo. She wrote a book called - How Build a Girl ?"

I looked FrankeeZee and shrugged.

"Oh yeah... you don't read books, do you Paul? Anyway... very interesting stuff. Did you know women masturbate as often as men? And they start at a age. You should read, what this Caitlin woman, writes. You might learn something. It might also give you, some blog ideas. I've been reading a few of your blog posts recently. You're really scraping, the bottom of the barrel Paul. piece on ancient Dildos... seriously?"

I looked FrankeeZee, and blinked again. "So what are you going do? Teach women how masturbate?"

"No... would be Paul. I'm just going remind ladies, it's alright masturbate. Slut-shaming is just wrong. In fact... it's all right admit they do it. Let's face it... many girls never figured how manage a clitoris, until they were well, into adulthood. Can you believe it? Poor women."

I was about to nod, in agreement... when FrankeeZee, jabbed me in the ribs.

"Oooo... Paul. Take a look the woman, by the Thai food counter. gosh!"

She was, a stunning woman. Spring had arrived in this city and she was dressed in a beautiful, floral dress.

"Hey Paul... Watch laptop. I'm gonna get some Thai chicken."

Before I could say anything... he had jumped up from his seat and was casually, bounding towards food counter.

I pulled FrankeeZee's laptop towards and googled; 'Brazilian wax Montreal' . Holy crap! Tons of locations flashed up on the screen. There was one place, about 5 minutes away. "Hmmm..."

Eating right, is a huge thing these days. When is it too early, to eat a big lunch; or should one eat whatever, whenever one feels like it?

Bonus Question: Have you tried waxing or are you more of a - 'just keep it trimmed', kinda person?

*FrankeeZee is a member and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun
What The Frock.... Is Your Fricken Problem?.... 😱... 5
Posted:Apr 12, 2019 4:42 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2019 8:45 am
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Hello everyone. It's Friday and this regular feature of mine is back. Complaining never helps, right? Although, it's a proven scientific fact ; you'll have better sex and a bigger erection, if you're less stressed. I don't know. Is it true? Relieve some of your stress here. Go ahead and vent. I a.m ready, to listen.

Did anyone get 'frozen out' , of their own blog page, by t.hat, A F F boo boo today? 😙
Seriously... this blog land, is such a cluster fuck of ineptitude.

So last week here (if you recall), I decided to serve y'all, those mini pizzas. Turns out, t.hat can, of tomato sauce I used, expired in 2016. 😱 Who the fuck knew? Did anyone get sick? I didn't. Maybe... my stomach, is used to my own cooking.

I realized, perhaps... I should check out the rest of my fridge and pantry, for expired food. I have a HUGE side-by - side fridge; yeah... it's o.ld. I haven't dug into the back of it, in y.ears- ever since the left. 🤔

Holy shit! I found a jar of seafood sauce... dated 2015. When I opened it, the stuff was green and it was moving. I wasn't going to try i.t. Then... I went into my pantry; canned beans from 2018, corn from 2017, tuna from Sept. 2018. Bottom line is .... I should be paying closer attention, to the expiration dates in my kitchen.

Or should I? I mean... It's in a sealed can. It's air tight. Don't they last forever? Is this just a scam?

I a.m going to go and give those canned food items, a shot . I'll let you know how things turn out. If I.m not posting blogs, by Tuesday or Wednesday... someone, c.all ... 9 1 1.

So... What's been going on with you people? Anyone get laid, recently?

Bring it on... I a.m listening!
° What the frock is your problem?
° If you have nothing to complain about... How was your week? Whatcha been doing?

Irish coffee, ☕ is always ready. Pineapple slushies 🍍 in the freezer. Pomegranate (yep something different) juice for those, into alcohol free. And mini pizzas - again. This time, with fresh, tomato sauce! I just bought it... today.

You don't have to worry about jiggling the handle on the toilet. I fixed it... finally.
Women Have Dildos and Vibrators... They Don't Need Men... Or Do They?... 🤔
Posted:Apr 11, 2019 2:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2020 8:03 am
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Part of my, 'Self Help Series', on sexuality... 😁

Women have been using artificial penises (for self pleasuring), since they first discovered, they each had a clitoris and a vagina. However, the oldest 'hard' evidence, was uncovered in 2005. German scientists got wet, when they unearthed a twenty-eight thousand (28,000) year old, eight inch (20 cm) phallus, of polished siltstone.

The stone dildo was discovered, in Hohle Fels Cave near Ulm, Swabia
, by an Early Prehistory team from the University of Tübingen.
Scientists were impressed with how smooth it was, remarking; "... it must have taken hours and hours to polish it, to such a fine level." I guess... if it's going in there , it would have to be smooth - right?

With the invention of the battery, came the creation of the vibrator and the ultimate evolution - of the the dildo. How prevalent is the use, o.f this toy today? In 2009, in the Journal of Sexual Medicine, Debra Herbenick (and her g.roup), published the findings of a survey from 2,056 women, between the ages of 18 to 60. Here are some of the results, of their study.

(1) 52.5% of the women admitted, to having used a vibrator either ; masturbating, during intercourse, and with a partner, as part of foreplay.

(2) Vibrators were used more frequently, for clitoral stimulation: 83.8% of users.

(3) Only 64% of women, also inserted them.

(4) Over 98% of women never experienced any negative side effects. Numbness, pain, irritation, inflammation, tears or cuts were rarely reported. Therefore, vibrators are very safe!

Here's my question to this whole thing. Do Vibrators improve sexual enjoyment and functioning for women? Or.... do women who already have, better sexual functioning, incorporate those vibrating toys, into their sexual repertoire; as a means of experimenting, and enhancing their experience?

I used to get a c.all, from a woman: she only phoned, when her batteries were dead. 😱 She just wanted, to use my penis... and fuck me! I was fine with that... I guess. 😶

Would you be able to 'do without', your favorite vibrator, dildo or toy?
Have you ever enjoyed using a vibrator or dildo with your partner?

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Sexy and Salacious... In Elevator Number Six.... 😱
Posted:Apr 10, 2019 11:41 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2019 8:50 am
They walked out of the office and waited by the elevator. He glanced at her and smiled. She looked at him and smiled back. Her fingers, took a firm grip of the purse, she clutched nervously... against her thighs. They stood apart. No one would know.

A friend walked by. "Hi... Are you two going to the company party? It's on the twentieth floor, right ?"

Before they could answer, the doors to elevator number six, opened. They walked over, with the horde and stepped in. He stood behind her, invisible... against the mirrored wall. Bodies pressed and squeezed, against each other... searching for space. She was pushed back, onto him. She felt him. She could sense his hands as they brushed lightly, up against her waist. The doors closed. Butterflies... flickered in her stomach, as that tiny, moving room, descended. The nape of her neck, beckoned him. He could smell her scent. He could feel her hair, against his cheek.

At the floor below, they lurched to a stop and some of the others, left. He took a chance. No one would see that first kiss, as his lips touched her neck. It sent a shiver, down her spine. Quickly... more people bustled, into their space. She was pushed into him, again. This time, she could feel his hardness. She smiled and bit her lip. Butterflies captured her once more... as their cramped room, descended.

The ding of a bell, a rush of air through the opening doors, a rustle of feet and soon... people walked out. His opportunity was brief. He kissed her neck, again. She sighed, at its simplicity and eloquence. Her knees buckled (just slightly), as the doors shut and they plunged, to the floor below. This was the floor , they were both, thirsty for. It was the floor, with the 'company party' . EVERYONE... got out and no one, looked back. That tiny, mirrored room, with those sliding doors... was their's. Those doors... finally closed.

His third kiss met her lips, as she turned her head to meet him. That ... was the kiss... she had waited for. She closed her eyes. Butterflies and shivers now fluttered and tingled, through her whole body. She flung her arms around his neck and squeezed him. Their hips pressed together. Their mouths, opened and they felt each other breathe. He clutched her breasts, as she reached between his legs and held him. He pushed her up against the glass wall and kissed her... harder.

The floors between the twentieth and ground floor, were being renovated. Their descent... would take a while. At least long enough, for their kiss... and those butterflies... to linger and expand.

In another part of the building ('The Dungeon' , as they called it); Mike sat down, put his hat on the table, and opened his lunch box. He peered into, one of the many video screens, in front of him.

Steve (his partner), trudged into the control room. "Whatcha doin' Mike?"

"Oh... hi Steve. I'm watching the video feed, from Elevator Number Six. You know that couple in lust, who work on the twenty third floor? The ones always groping each other? They're riding... alone. Hey... ya wanna shut down the main power - to Number Six? I'm gonna call them and tell them, we'll have it up and running, in about twenty minutes. Let's see what type of show we get... when they've got the time, to play."

"Ooo... yeah. Good idea." Steve ran to the panel, and flipped a red switch. "Push over and make some room for me. I'm having ham and cheese. What's on your menu?"

"The hot couple there, in the elevator," Mike replied laughing, as he dialed the emergency elevator phone. He watched the screen, as the man and woman, in Elevator Number Six... stopped kissing and groping each other... and picked up the phone.

When they hung up... that salacious couple, continued the show, they had begun. They had no idea, that an appreciative audience, was enjoying every moment... of their lust.

Even if they had, I'm wondering... would they have stopped?

Are you concerned about the invasion of your privacy... with so many hidden, security cameras everywhere; or is it an issue, of who is looking at those videos?

Bonus Question: Do you think those security guys should be fired?

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Finally... The Secret To Getting Laid... Is Revealed... 😱
Posted:Apr 8, 2019 12:41 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2020 5:55 pm
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Part of my, 'Self Help Series', on sexuality... 😁

This , is a sex dating site (supposedly) and you're all here, looking for someone. Hookups, might be for quick sex, or something more permanent - like a third date... at least. What trait are women looking for, that men can offer... which will seal the deal? Humour! Women... are attracted to funny men.

Read the profiles, on this site. The majority say it (mine as well); "... looking for someone with a sense of humour". Why is humour so important? Woman equate humour, with intelligence!

Women are attracted to witty, funny men and men... are attracted to women, who laugh, at all their jokes. The science on this matter is clear. Check out the online dating stats, that are available out there. Don't ask me where. I read it somewhere, for fucks sake.

Women see humour, as a sign of intelligence and weed out the less competent. Men use humour to impress women, and the funny ones ,succeed. Curiously, most men don't really care, if the woman is funny. Although... I do... hmmm. 🤔

Men - You want to increase the traffic on your profile? Make it funny. Include jokes and keep it light. Women - You want to attract the man you're looking for? Include in your profile, an expressed desire, to find a humorous man.

There it is. Women... you know what to look for now. It's a sure sign, if he's funny... then he's also likely to be, that intelligent man - attached to that cock, you seek.

Men... I've given you all, the secrets to successfully seduce women. Take some humour, add some confident swagger and you've got the winning formula. A big dick, should help as well. Some women here, might know more, about how important that is.

Now what I haven't given you men - is a sense of humour. Who's to say, she'll laugh at your stupid jokes and dumb ass, witty observations? That's what you , have to work at. This might be a topic, for another blog.

Oh... and here's a tip, men. Don't let her find out, that you can barely read or write! She'll probably stop calling you back. 🤔

How important is humour for you, in attracting, or seeking a partner?
Bonus Question : Or is dick or tit size more important?

Humour ; is spelled in different ways. The USA form, does not include the letter 'u'. The version with the 'u' in it ; is considered the British, or world version.  ..

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What The Flock... Is Your Problem...? 😱4
Posted:Apr 5, 2019 4:43 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2019 8:55 am
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Hello everyone. It's Friday. And this regular feature of mine is back. Complaining never helps, right? Well... it might, make you feel better and relieve some stress. Here's your chance to vent. I am ready, to listen.

Should I mention again... how this site... is... Nah... It's getting boring! 😶

Spring is springing here. The lakes and rivers are free of ice. And... the Canada geese are back, from wherever it is, they go. I live not far, from the river shore. This week, I was, on the way to work, when I see the cars in front of m.e screech and smash, to a stop. I missed hitting the truck in front of m.e, by an inch. We all got out to see, what the problem was. 🤔

Evidently... one guy, tried to avoid hitting, one of those Canada geese, as it waddled into the street. The bird, with the white trim feathers, lived. T.hat bird lover's rear bumper, was crumpled, like an accordion. The guy who h.it him, was looking a.t a smashed grill. All .... to save, a fat goose.

Later t.hat day, I was driving home, in the opposite direction, past t.hat same park. Guess what I saw... dead - lying there by the ditch? Yep... t.hat Canada Goose, with the white trimmed feathers. ... I would be pissed, if I was the driver of either one of those cars t.hat morning. Thousands of dollars in damages and they don't even get, to taste... t.hat fois gras?

Here's a safety tip: don't brake for geese, or you'll p.ay the price. Yeah... yeah.... I love animals. But in the city, or highway? Don't fricken stop for a duck. A fuck... ? Ok.... But not... a duck! 🐧

So... What's been going on with you people? Anyone get laid, recently? I bought some condoms yesterday... just in case. 😁

Bring it on... I am listening!
° What the flock is your problem?
° If you have nothing to bitch about... How was your week? Whatcha been doing?

Irish coffee, is always ready. I've got a brand new batch, of pineapple slushies in the freezer. Lemonade for those, into alcohol free. I am serving little... mini pizzas tonight. They'll be ready in a bit... if I don't burn them. Help yourself.

Please don't jiggle the handle on the toilet. It's slightly fucked . . ..
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Are Your Blog Posts Messing Up? Escalate This Issue To - Bug #CD-46151.Im fedUp! Are you? ?
Posted:Apr 4, 2019 7:05 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2020 6:19 pm
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This has been an ongoing problem for months and months now. Escalate this issue to A F F programmers in the following manner.

° Copy the perfect version of your blog.
° Then copy the butchered version of your blog.
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Of course they're going to chop words and letters on THIS post. lol... 😱😁 What a cluster fuck. lol 😁

Let's make it happen. If it bugs you.... And if it doesn't. No worries... Have a peaceful night...
I.m going to have a pineapple slushy. Yo.u think i.t might help? 🍍🤔

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