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Waking Posted: 11/2/2009 5:20:28 PM
Consciousness returns, as once again you begin a new day from the warmth of your bed. Morning always seems so fresh, so full of promise; another in a long series of new beginnings full of hope and anticipation. Yet as it was with so many other mornings, you feel that pleasant urge emanating from your groin. So compelling it is! Almost involuntarily you turn back the calendar almost half a century, to the grassy back yard in suburbia. For that too signaled a beginning of sorts. Exhausted from a vigorous foot chase during an impromptu game of hide-and-seek, you had collapsed on you back to regain your stamina and purge the fatigue from your body. You find yourself amazed that the memory is still so vivid, as though it had become deeply engraved in your mind, which of course, it had. You have no hesitation in recalling her name, Vicky Schonwetter, or her striking defined eyebrows and dark hair framing a face that only hours before had it's compelling attractiveness hidden from you somehow, even though it had always been there in plain sight. Almost casually she approached you as you lay on your back in the grass trying to catch your breath; then she sat on you. She was as innocent as you were, both your ages still numbering in the single digits. As she straddled you, she peered into your eyes with those razor sharp dark eyes housed by those dark, full eyebrows. "You are tired too, the grass is wet, can I sit on you?" The weight of her body on your tummy was triggering a stirring of a sensation that was foreign to you. It was beyond pleasant, it was assuming control of not only your thoughts, but your whole being. It was almost irritating that you had to answer her, as you only wanted to savor the moment, yet at the same time you realize that prolonging that moment may be even more important. " I don't mind...are you comfortable?" A wave of warm sensations seemed to wash over your whole body before you can identify it's origin. But then you realize, this is something very new, very exciting, and very powerful. Mom had always warned you about touching your penis, and leaving you with the impression that that curious appendage between your legs had the potential for evil and danger. And now suddenly it had taken on a life of it's own, not unlike the mummy coming to life after centuries in the crypt. The initial fear you felt quickly turned into awe, as pleasure and fulfillment seemed to overtake everything else that you were feeling. Amazingly, the curious appendage had grown rigid. The lessons learned regarding it's potential for some sort of vague yet sinister evil remained, and had to be overcome for your hand to wander down, unnoticed, to explore this new development. Amazement seems a shallow word to describe the wonder you felt as you realized it had taken on the consistency of wood, as if what had been malleable floppy flesh only minutes before, was now a bone. But unlike all your other bones, this one was alive with the need to be touched, manipulated, and squeezed, or somehow engaged in physical contact. Vicky had made herself quite comfortable straddling your tummy, yet for some reason, she lifted herself off of you and slid back across your body. Ecstasy, nirvana and bliss raced though you as her weight settled down over that curious, now rigid appendage. "What's that?" She asked with all the unguarded innocence of a girl her age. Panic was immediate. Although you did not understand it, you are overcome by guilt and a fear of being discovered. Being physically larger than her, you have little trouble dislodging her body from on top your own. "Let's go play some more" You respond, leaving her question unanswered. How could you answer even if you wanted to? You realize that overwhelmingly pleasant sensation was fading fast, as Vicky ran off to rejoin her friends. But you linger there on the damp grass, for something has taken place that for all it's mystery and unfamiliarity, on some level, you knew that life would never be quite the same.

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Nikita Posted: 11/1/2009 7:33:16 AM
Just who does and who does not qualify for 'hero" status is a matter that has come to the forefront of public discussion as of late. My observation is that this notion exploded after the 9/11 terrorist attacks, when so many of the ultimate victims where among the New York City police and fire departments, exposing qualities among these people most seemed to merely assume with a degree of indifference. Their heroism was highlighted by tragedy, but it's existence was there long before 9/11. I doubt there are many who ever even considered giving hero status to one Nikita Khrushchev, yes, the same man seen in the video banging his shoe on the table at the U.N., or proclaiming the ultimate triumph of Communism with the chilling "We will bury you". It was that time in our history when for so many of us, the catastrophic horror of WWII had been somehow parlayed with the advent of new weapons. Weaons powerful enough to destroy civilizations virtually overnight. Recent history had set a unfortunate pattern of a major war erupting every twenty years or so. World War I had ended in 1918, World War II began in earnest, in 1939. Add twenty years to the end of World war II, and it brings us to the mid 60's. Maybe this would be the end. World war I was fought largely due to the stubbornness and nationalistic passion that existed among leaders and governments. In the Kremlin and the Pentagon, these same elements were at play. There was sentiment in Moscow that if a war with the Americans is inevitable, the sooner the better. And in Washington, many had come to the same conclusion, in a sort of mirror image of power. Them came the infamous Cuban Missile Crisis, which we now know brought us as close to a nuclear doomsday as we have ever been. There was sentiment supporting a "launch now" approach among both sides. Just as in World War I, there were lines drawn in the sand, and we all waited and hoped for someone to blink....someone to blink, and in essence save humanity from committing suicide. Friends, that person was Nikita Khrushchev. Doing so so eroded his position among his peers, that it assured his downfall. Before long, he was no longer leader of his nation, discredited and demoted to the point of insignificance. One wonders if the horrors he had witnessed on the Eastern Front and in what may have been History's most pivot-able and climatic event ever, The Battle of Stalingrad. For here to it can be argues that as political commissar to Stalin himself, Mr. Khrushchev , he played a major role in instituting a "line in the sand" approach that was not amendable. Had Stalingrad been ceded to the Nazi Germany, World War II may very well have had a much different outcome. However unintentionally, and for whatever his motives were, it occurs to me that this man, who is pretty much scorned by all, may just have saved civilization, not once...but twice.

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March 12, 2008 ..and the last ones pass before us Posted: 10/30/2009 3:44:58 PM
They buried Lazare Ponticelli today, he was 110. He was the last surviving Frenchman who fought in WWI. There are no more German veterans, one American, I believe one Brit. A year ago there were about 20 living veterans of that war, next year it's likely they will be all gone. Few people give that war much thought these days. Unlike it's bigger, younger brother, WWI has been reduced to a few grainy, fuzzy images, and maybe a relic or two on display in a few museums. All but forgotten are the stories that will soon no longer be told first hand, while the memories of the horror that was WWI will be extinguished. Of all wars ever fought, perhaps WWI was the most horrible, the most ghastly, and perhaps the most tragic. Other wars were mobile, WWI was static. for year after year the enemies faced each other, in some cases only twenty yards apart. There was no way to bury the bodies lying in the "no mans land" that separated them. Soldiers watched their comrades decompose before their eyes, always wondering if that was to be their fate also. Exposed rib cages and skulls, still wearing those drab uniforms, were a constant reminder to the peril they faced every moment of every day. In the filthy trenches with them, were the rats, which had grown to extraordinary sizes due to the abundance of human flesh to feast on. The landscape took on a hellish look that could only be found in nightmares, caused largely by the constant explosions of the shells; the same explosions that made any real sleep impossible, and threatened death at any moment. These souls would see their lives thrown away by and endless series futile tactics, dreamed up by generals who cared only about their own glory and reputations, and had no regard for their soldiers well being or survival. All this to fight a war few could understand, as it's reasons were based on obscure national pride and international grudges the men being slaughtered could not understand. It was much like a storm that swept over those who were drawn into it, as it took on a life of its own. The whys and hows lost to an evil sort of momentum that seemed to fuel itself, as it kindled its own hatred. Maybe the real tragedy was that so many died believing this was indeed "the war to end all wars". That if for no other reason, their suffering would somehow spare their sons the same awful fate that had engulfed them. Yet the hatred did not die at the wars conclusion, but rather festered. The seeds were sewn for an even greater tragedy that would kill their sons, and eclipse the numbers of casualties. But only hell itself could ever equal the suffering.

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Does Anyone Check Out The Competition? Posted: 7/25/2009 2:11:59 PM
"about in the middle" she says, and I suppose it's all subjective, but I think she is certainly understating a few things here.Yes, I have had the pleasure to meet this "catlady", and found her to be nothing short of delightful...in ANY category!

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Time for a reality check Posted: 7/25/2009 11:00:47 AM
I can only speak for myself, and though by age takes me out of your target audience, your face would seem to be more than enough to catch a man's attention. Once he brings up your profile and sees there is a real, and may I say delightful, person there, your only real problem should be to sort through your suitors!

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What is your favorite type of sex? Posted: 11/16/2008 7:52:29 AM
woman on top with plenty of oral..I suppose that means having my face sat on

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feline females..a quote Posted: 11/15/2008 7:12:44 AM
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.” -- Robert A. Heinlein I imagine I run the risk of offending someone out there, but only because it seems you can't do or say anything without offending SOMEONE. I wouldn't have included this comment at all,but for the 200 character requirement for all postings. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure I have met this requirement yet, but with each word I type, I do feel more comfortable and confident that I have indeed,accomplished my purpose.

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