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Hot August Night
Posted:Aug 14, 2018 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2018 11:47 am
"He's dangerous" she thought. But he was so close, she could barely breathe. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

Tilting up her chin with one long finger, he kissed her and in the that second's time, she seemed to melt inside.

His tongue invaded her mouth, and she willingly opened to him, like a flower in the sun. HIs arms surrounded her and her knees buckled; her bones turned to liquid. His mouth was hard and hungry and eager.

She was hot, so hot and his hands fueled the fire that burned beneath her skin. "Love me" she silently cried, "Please love me".

She pressed hard against him, wanting more. knowing that only his touch would salve the desire that brought sweat to every inch of her body.

Anxiously he peeled away her shirt and she fumbled with the buttons of his. The tops of her breasts bulged over her bra. to rub against the coarse hairs on his chest.

He whispered her name, his voice strangled, as if he wanted to stop but couldn't find the strength. He undid her bra and her breasts spilled into his waiting callused hands. "Oh my, you are so sweet and soft".

His thumbs caressed her nipples, and they swelled for him, puckering as liquid heat raced through her body.

Lowering himself to his knees, he pressed wet kisses against her skin and buried his face between her breasts, pushing the supple skin against his cheeks.

Deep inside, she began to ache.

His breath fanned her nipple before he took it into his mouth and her legs turned to jello. He kissed her, touched her and his fingers cupped her round butt.

The ache that throbbed between her legs was almost unbearable. And yet she wanted more.

"I want you" she moaned.

"No!" he rasped. "You don't even know what you want".

"Just love me" she implored.

"I....I...can't'. He dropped his hands and threw back his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Shuddering, he took deep gulps of air, as if in so doing, he could forget the desire that was racing through him.

With tears in his eyes, he whispered, "I am not the man you need and want" and turned and walked away, never daring to look back at her.
10 Things You Should Never Say To A Canadian
Posted:Jun 28, 2018 11:07 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2018 9:59 pm

I cannot take credit for this list but can certainly identify with the items listed. No doubt my fellow Canucks will too.

1. Anything in a fake Canadian accent
Want to insult a Canadian? Just put on a fake Canadian accent. Although the origins of this exaggerated accent are obscure, it must have been invented shortly after the country’s inception in 1867—because it’s really starting to show its rust. As cute and quaint as it might sound, the “Canadian accent” sounds nothing at all like how actual Canadians speak. That’s not to say we don’t have our own unique way of speaking (stand up, Newfoundland), it’s just that we’re a lot more Wayne Gretzky than Doug Mackenzie.

2. Disparaging comments about hockey
You might think P.K. Subban is a showboat or that the Ottawa Senators will never win a Stanley Cup, and you might be right, but be careful before you utter a disparaging remark about a hockey player or team in Canada. As a general rule, Toronto Maple Leafs insults can fly pretty much anywhere across the country, even in Toronto where fans mostly have a sense of humour. (Just one of 50 reasons to fall in love with Toronto.) Montreal Canadiens insults, on the other hand, can get you in trouble whether you’re in Beaver Creek, Yukon, or Blackhead, Newfoundland. Habs fans are everywhere and there’s nothing funny about the most storied team in NHL history. So when it comes to insulting the sport of hockey, just don’t do it, unless you really want to see the gloves come off.

3. “Cheese and gravy? Ew.”
No one can deny the magical relationship between french fries and ketchup. However, if you’re ordering fries and you’re asked if you’d like poutine instead, your answer should always be yes. For the uninitiated, poutine is a common Canadian dish that consists of french fries topped with squeaky cheese curds and gravy. If you’re concerned about that expanding gut of yours, many restaurants offer a healthier, vegetarian gravy substitute. Some diehard poutine fans might call mushroom or vegetable gravy sacrilege, but the only real crime is opting for boring old french fries when you can indulge in a Canadian delicacy.

4. “Hey! I’m walking here!”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you are, New York City? Unless you’re actually trying to insult a Canadian, there’s only one thing you say when someone bumps into you: “Sorry.” The classic apology can mean anything from sincere acknowledgement of a mistake to passive aggressive annoyance. Just be sure you don’t put any stink on the word; as annoyed as you might be, it’s important to say sorry without sounding like you’re trying to start something.

5. The F-word (in Quebec)
The next time you stub your toe in Quebec, you might also want to bite your tongue. It’s not that Quebecers are prudes or dislike foul language, per se, it’s just that they happen to have their own heavenly style of swearing, which involves cursing the sacred items of the Catholic Church. It might seem a bit weird until you let an angry tah-bar-nac (the box where the Eucharist is kept) roll off your tongue. It has to be one of the most satisfying words to utter in a fit of agitation. Other popular swear words include os-tee (the communion wafer) and ka-lees (the cup from which you drink the holy wine). For extra punch, try combining the words into super swears: os-ti tah-bar-nac or ka-lees tah-bar-nac.

6. “Canada is the 51st U.S. state.”
Canada is not the same country as the United States. Everyone in Canada knows this, which is why it’s so frustrating when people around the world don’t seem to realize that our home and native land isn’t simply the 51st state of the U.S. Their confusion is somewhat understandable: Canada and the U.S. are such strong allies and many Canadian celebrities hop the border to find success in Hollywood. But if you ever want to insult a Canadian, ask them if they voted for Trump or Clinton, or why we drink milk out of bags. You’re bound to get some major eye rolls.

7. “Canadian beer sucks.”
It’s not that we can’t take the criticism or that our taste buds are numbed by years of drinking “moose urine,” as the Americans like to call it, it’s simply that we don’t understand why a nation of light beer guzzlers think they have the right to insult Canadian beer (or German, Polish, English or Japanese beer, for that matter). It’s a bit like someone who grew up on cheese-in-a-can screwing up their nose at free-range, organic chèvre. If you don’t know how beer is supposed to taste, please keep your comments to yourself. Raise a toast to Canadian beer (or a Caesar, if you prefer) at one of Canada’s best brunch spots.

8. “A-boot.”
Let’s face it: a-boot jokes have always insulted Canadians. It’s true what they say about accents: everyone has one and you can’t always hear your own, but this whole business about Canadians saying a-boot instead of about is just confusing. If anything, we say a-boat or, more accurately, a-beh-out. So, don’t say a-boot unless you want to get kicked by one.

9. “I disagree with your religious beliefs.”
Argue over politics, expound your views the most underrated province, even publicly take a stance on Bieber, but never talk about religion. Unless, of course, you’re saying something to the effect of, “I support your right to believe what you believe.” Though the country is more than two-thirds Christian, religion remains an issue Canadians prefer to keep within the walls of their private homes and holy places. A lot of the world’s conflicts are rooted in religion and Canadians are a peace-loving people. It all comes down to the fact that we want to like each other. Maybe the best way to do that is to ignore each other’s differences.

10. “Quebec should separate from Canada.”
The issue of Quebec sovereignty has been a controversial topic in Canada for the last 50 years or so. To put it simply, a portion of the Quebec population wants the province to separate from Canada, 49.2 per cent voted in favour of separation in a 1995 referendum. As for the rest of the country? Well, they see this as a bit of a snub. Quebec sovereignty deals with a lot of touchy topics from cultural genocide to violent revolution. If you want to give the pot a good ol’ stir and insult a whack of Canadians, talk about why you think the province should become its own independent nation.

Late One Evening
Posted:Mar 22, 2018 7:17 pm
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2020 5:03 pm
Late one evening, I heard a knock on my front door.

It was a stormy, rainy night and I find you drenched on my doorstep. You introduce yourself and ask if you could use my phone as your car had broken down.

Although I was already dressed for bed in my t-shirt and panties, I take pity on you and let you in.

I lead you into the living room and tell you the first thing you need to do is to get out of your soaking wet clothes.

“I will bring you a man’s dressing gown that you can put on while your clothes dry"

I return, hand you the gown and tell you I will be back in a couple of minutes with a nice, hot drink to warm you up.

While I am gone, you take off all your clothes except your boxer-briefs and put on the gown.

When I come back with the hot drink, I couldn’t help noticing you staring at my cleavage.

Your eyes kept looking at my cleavage and I couldn’t help but notice you were starting to get aroused. I also notice you were still shivering from being out in the cold and rain so offer to rub your back to make you feel better.

“Please turn around” I instruct, which you dutifully do.

You feel my hands starting to massage your shoulders through the robe, and as my hands massaged around your neck, you feel my full breasts touching your back.

You can feel my hard nipples grazing against your back and I hear your moan as I glance down at your growing erection.

My hands move over your shoulders and slide inside the robe to touch your chest.

I lean closer and whisper in your ear, “Charles, is this making you feel better?”

You can barely speak, caught up in your arousal.

My tongue flicks along your earlobe as my hand slides down over your stomach.

The robe falls open exposing the bulge in your boxer-briefs.

You slowly turn your face towards me and we can't wait to have our lips touch.

While I kiss you slowly, my hand slides down and inside your boxer-briefs, curling around your enormous erection. My fingers become sticky from the cum that is already oozing.

As my tongue delves deeper into your mouth, my fingers slide up and down the length of your shaft.

As the robe falls off you, passion overwhelms you and dictates your movements.

Your hands are feeling all over me, sliding under my top, feeling my erect nipples growing hotter and harder as you tweak each one between your finger and thumb.

Your hand is snaking it’s way down my body to feel between my legs, touching my inner thighs.

Your fingers slide inside my panties, touching my moistened lips, searching for my engorged clit, rubbing it, then probing deep inside me.

I push you back on the sofa and move my mouth towards your erection.

But you move quickly to pull me around on top of you, putting my knees on either side of your head and my face downward.

I feel you pulling my panties to one side. I moan softly as your tongue starts lapping along the lips of my pussy as I guide the swollen head of your oozing hot cock into my mouth.

Your tongue is furiously licking my pussy, ramming it up inside me, sucking on my hard clit and flicking it with your tongue.

I slam my ass down onto your face, as I greedily swallow your erection down to the base.

Slurping and sucking, groaning with pleasure.

I am so close to cumming as you tongue me harder and deeper.

My legs start to tremble and as I erupt and drench your face with my juices, you explode, spurting strings of thick, creamy cum into my mouth.

I turn around and smile at you, cum dripping off my chin.

We kiss deeply and roll our tongues around inside each other’s mouths.

I pull away and say, “Charles, I think your clothes are dry now”
You Are Not Everyone's Cup of Tea
Posted:Mar 8, 2018 12:48 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2019 4:01 pm

I read this today. In light of today being International Women's Day, these words resonated with me and I felt strongly enough to want to post them here.

The world is filled with people who, no matter what you do, no matter what you try, will simply not like you. But the world is also filled with those who will love you fiercely. The s who love you: they are your people.

Don't waste your finite time and heart trying to convince people who aren't your people that you have value. They will miss it completely. They won't buy what you are selling.

Don't try to convince them to walk your path with you because you will only waste your time and your emotional good health.

You are not for them and they are not for you. You are not their cup of tea and they are not yours.

Politely wave them along and you move away as well.

Seek to share your path with those who recognize and appreciate your gifts, who you are.

Be who you are. You are not every's cup of tea and that is OK.
Tribute to International Women's Day
Posted:Mar 8, 2018 12:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2018 8:32 pm

International Women's Day grew out of the labour movement to become a
UN-recognized annual event. The seeds of it were planted in 1908, when 15,000 women marched through New York City demanding shorter working hours, better and the right to vote.

Purple is the official color of International Women's Day because internationally, purple is a colour for symbolizing women.

Dear Woman
"Dear Woman,
Sometimes you'll just be too much woman.
Too smart,
Too beautiful,
Too strong.
Too much of something that makes a man feel like less of a man,
Which will make you feel like you have to be less of a woman.
The biggest mistake you can make
Is removing jewels from your crown
To make it easier for a man to carry.
When this happens, I need you to understand
You do not need a smaller crown
You need a man with bigger hands."
- Michael Reid

Happy Christmas Eve
Posted:Dec 24, 2017 5:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2018 8:48 am
Wherever you are, whatever you do...this is my wish for you.....
Charles and A Friend Pay A Visit
Posted:Dec 13, 2017 10:29 pm
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2018 11:25 pm

I hope you don’t mind but I knew your partner was out for a few hours so I popped round to say hello with my friend Ben.

I know it is a bit of a surprise visit because we caught you not dressed, only in your dressing gown just having come out of the shower.

Thanks for letting us in and offering us a drink.

It is even nicer that you sit down on the sofa between us. Ben and I had just been for a morning walk, so we are just wearing t-shirts and shorts. I cannot help noticing that you keep looking at Ben and your eyes keep moving to look at the large bulge that he has in his shorts.

Ben and I see that your dressing gown has fallen slightly open at the top, showing part of your breasts and when you lean forward, we can see your nipples. The gown is bunched up above your knees, revealing your thighs.

You whisper in my ear that you have not been fucked in over 3 months and that you would really like it now but that you cannot because Ben is with me.

I whisper back to you that Ben is my friend and he probably likes the idea of the two of us fucking you. You blush but I can tell that you are excited.

I tell you to kiss Ben which I know you want to.

You can tell that he is equally excited as he guides your hand to the growing bulge in his pants as you kiss him.

You cannot resist rubbing your hand over his pants and I feel your other hand reaching back to feel my cock through my pants.

Ben feels your hand slide inside his pants and you curl your fingers around his big hard cock.

You stop kissing him to look at his erect, large, stiff cock in your hand. It is thick and long and you greedily stare at it whilst you stroke it. At the same time your other hand reaches inside my pants and your fingers grab my stiffening erection. You love feeling two cocks in your hands, jerking them together.

Ben turns you around so that you are on all fours on the sofa facing him.

He kneels in front of you, taking his pants down and holding his big cock in his hand in front of your face.

You desperately want to feel it in your mouth. You take his huge cock in your hand and guide it into your mouth, licking up and down Ben’s shaft as you fondle his smooth balls and jerk his cock into your mouth.

Your arse is up in the air and I am behind you, pulling up your gown to reveal your delicious arse and pussy.

You feel my fingers running over the cheeks of your arse and sliding over the lips of your already wet pussy.

Then you feel my tongue and mouth starting to lick you from behind, my tongue flicking your hard clit whilst your mouth is full of Ben’s cock. My fingers sliding up inside you, finger-fucking you whilst I suck on your clit and pussy and you greedily suck on Ben’s cock.

You are so aroused that I feel you cum for the first time. Your legs quivering as you shudder with pleasure. I know that you are desperate to feel Ben’s cock in your pussy. You want to feel that thick and long cock up inside you.

Ben and I swap places, you take my cock and I feel your hot lips on the swollen head of it.

You feel Ben kneel behind you and are trembling with lust and excitement wanting to feel his big, throbbing cock deep up inside your soaking wet pussy.

You feel the head of his cock pushing at the lips of your pussy.

You gasp as the huge head stretches your pussy as he starts to fuck you, with each thrust going deeper, totally filling you.

He is thrusting harder and harder until you think you cannot take any more.

You feel his balls slapping against your arse as he fills you full of his cock.

You are gasping, sucking my cock, jerking it whilst Ben fucks you hard from behind.

Ben is going to cum, you can feel it and suddenly you feel hot cum spurting up inside you as you cum also, desperately jerking my cock as I start to cum too.

My cum splashing all over your face whilst Ben continues to fill you from behind....
Charles and His Fantasy
Posted:Dec 11, 2017 8:36 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2018 11:05 am

I received this from an admirer. It contains many of things I would enjoy...
I walked into your bedroom this morning to find you wearing only your bathrobe standing in front of your dressing table fresh out of the shower.

I walk up behind you, dressed only in my white boxer shorts. I come up behind you and put my arms around your waist, undoing the tie of your robe and pulling it off your shoulders letting it drop to the floor.

I press up against you, kissing the back of your neck. You can feel the stiffness of my hardening cock pressing against your buttocks through my pants. My hands reach around you to cup each breast, squeezing them in my hands, my fingers rolling your stiffening nipples.

I am watching my fingers play with your breasts in the dressing table mirror, you are watching too. My hands slide down your stomach and then around your hips, slipping round behind to feel your ass. My fingers kneading your ass, you lean slightly forward, your hands on the table, your legs slightly apart wanting to feel my fingers slide between your legs.

I tease you, playing with your buttocks, sliding my hand between your legs to feel your creamy soft inner thighs. My finger lightly traces along the lips of your pussy, stroking you gently. You are damp with desire and you open your legs further letting me see your delicious ass and pussy.

My finger starts to slide into you very gently, it glides inside you as you are so wet. I hear you moan as my finger finds your clit and I start to rub it, arousing you further.

You can see my hand touching you in the mirror gently masturbating you. I push you forward and you are leant over the table, your ass and pussy totally exposed to my gaze.

I see that the lips of your pussy are swollen and moist with desire. I reach down and pull my cock out of my pants. It is hard and erect, it is glistening with precum. I know you want to feel it inside you and you say to me "Yes Charles, I want it, I so want to feel your hot cock inside me. Charles, please take me now, take me Charles, take me from behind, let me feel it as you push your hot cock into my tight pussy".

I guide my cock between the cheeks of your ass, rubbing it along the slit of your pussy, slowly pushing the swollen head of my cock at the lips of your pussy, so tight, pushing harder with gentle slow strokes I slide further and further inside you, my cock all hard and warm inside your pussy.

Your free hand slides down between your legs to rub your hard clit whilst you feel my cock thrusting deep up inside you.

My hands squeezing your breasts as I thrust my cock ever faster and further inside you. You are so wet that my cock slides easily in and out of you, thrusting hard to totally fill you.

You start to rub your clit harder and I know you are going to cum. You say to me "Charles I want you to cum inside me, I want to feel your spunk in my hot pussy, I want you to fill me up with your cum, Charles, give it to me now!"

I start to fuck you ever harder and now you feel the first spurts of my cum, gushing up inside you whilst you moan with pleasure as you cum too. I cannot stop exploding hot cum up inside your pussy, the slurping sound as my cum mixes with your juices, so much spunk that it is dribbling out of your pussy running down your thighs.
Giving In To Temptation - Part 1
Posted:Aug 20, 2017 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2018 1:28 pm

"I don't have to prove anything to you."

He nodded. The barely hidden fury In her eyes was easier for him to handle than the glaze of fear it replaced.

'"Then to yourself.' Deliberately he smiled, baiting her. 'What's the matter, do I scare you?"

He'd pushed exactly the right button and they both knew it.

She tossed her hair back and slowly, purposefully slide her hand from his shoulder to his chest. She wanted a reaction but he only lifted an eyebrow and with the slightest grin, watched her.

So, he wanted to play games? Well she was up for it. Tossing common sense and caution aside, she pressed her lips to his.

His were firm, cool and unresponsive. Damn him!

With her eyes open, she watched him, getting frustrated.


"Not hardly." His eyes might have remained calm but if she had bothered to check his heartbeat, she would have found it erratic.

"You're not trying very well'" he mocked her.

He slid a hand down to her hip, shifting her balance just enough to have her sway against him. "You really want me to believe that's the best you can do?'

Angry humiliation ripped through her. Cursing him, she dragged her mouth to his and poured herself into the kiss.

His lips were still firm but they were no longer cool. Nor were they unresponsive. For an instant, the thought of retreating tugged at her. And then the needs, almost forgotten and silenced for too long. surged.

A flood of longings, a whirlwind of passion overwhelmed her.

She could feel the long, hard length of him pressed against her. the slow, deliberate stroke of his hands as they moved up her back and into her hair.

His mouth no longer patient, took and took from her.

She shuddered against him and made a sound - part protest, part confusion as she tried to struggle away.

"I am not finished yet" he cautioned her.

"That makes two of us" she responded.
Posted:Aug 2, 2017 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2018 10:29 am

I have dreamt of him, in the shallow breaths of my dream-filled nights.
And I have sensed his touch, in the depths of my heart's delights.
I have heard him speak in tones that brings silence to my breath.
And I have smelled his musky scent lingering in the twilight's death.
I have seen him glow in the shadow of the sun
And I have touched his rugged countenance wishing I was his chosen one.

When I Look At You
Posted:Jul 31, 2017 5:39 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2018 11:07 am

When I look at you, I can't remember what I am waiting for.
I forget who I am and I forget why I even came.
This is how I want to live:
-like I am lost in something I love
- every moment I spend is like I'm waiting for something inspiring to happen

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