Well, we’re back in Texas… woohoo!  We’re living north of  Houston now and are looking for the hottest New Years Eve party.  Any ideas?

Anyone else have bad days?

I’ve had bad days since the last time I blogged. . .Am I jinxing it? I hope not. I should start with Wednesday (I shall bullet this to only get the main points).

• Meeting with an old friend: not considered a friend anymore, since I found out that he’s “betrayed” me in a way.
• Headache the whole day: waiting for my “old friend” made it worst.
• Friend’s house: my crush was there, my only highlight of my day.
• Argument with oldest brother giving me my ride home: no ride home, just took the bus (I live 2 hours away walking from school taking the bus,etc. to my house)
• Argument with family: they argued with me for getting into an argument with my brother.

Isn’t family just great?

Yeah, my Saturday just made me forget how bad the past few days were . . My only recollection now, is of Wednesday.

Man, having a crush . . . is complicated. I wasn’t going to say great, even though sometimes it is. I’m happy to report that I’m close to getting over my very long time crush. I still love him, I do, but it’s more toned down. Very toned down. I don’t get so worked up about him as much with plans, since he probably didn’t know my feelings behind them in the first place (although, most of the time I just want to hang out with my best friend, sometimes, I would just be there to make myself feel better because of my feelings for him). Instead of wasting my time on something that’s already happened, I’ve decided to slowly move on. It feels good, but I do miss him.

I’m still scared of my new crush though. I’m near him, and I don’t know what to do. It’s the classic cliches of the “weak knees” and the “butterflies in my stomach” that makes me feel all a flutter. Or rather, he takes my every breath away (I need you to imagine saying that like how Meryl Streep would). Well, not EVERY breath, I still have to breathe. . . .It just get’s harder (If I was with my friends right now, this would most definitely have a “That’s What She Said” thrown out there) to when I’m around him.

I can’t help but steal a glance his way, wondering if he might look back. I get so embarassed if he does though, I quickly adjust my head to where I was facing. It’s proving to be even more difficult to hide these emotions of mine.

I’m starting to lose control.

When I was in high school, there was a rumour circulating that I was bi-sexual. In one instance I had a girl follow me to the library and very loudly ask me out. This was an all-girls catholic school, and everyone in the library went silent waiting for my answer. Funnily enough, one of the girls who used to pick on me has herself come out of the closet. Go figure.

Admittedly, I did tell my early highschool best friend that I was bi-sexual when I was 13. But once it got out at school, I closed up and chose to deny it so I wouldn’t cop flack, which was probably the sensible thing to do.

Since high school, I’ve had many crushes on girls, but I chose to think that I was bi-curious. One particular friend only befriended me because she herself had a crush on me, and I think, at the time, I became the one friend she hadn’t slept with. But damn she was hot! Lesbian, blonde, fantastic smile…then chose to become a pot addicted alcoholic.

I’ve kissed a highschool friend at her 20th party infront of her boyfriend and our friends. We were drunk, she was sitting on my lap, and asked if she could kiss me. I said yes, and we had a very nice pash. Her boyfriend didn’t seem to mind, and a few of our friends looked away. It was my very first kiss with my tongue ring!

Soon after moving in with my partner, he suggested the idea of a three-some. At that time, I was unsure because I was scared that he might like the other girl more than me and leave me, so I kept putting the idea down. Over the last year of living together, our relationship has become so close, I know that we’re going to grow old together, and I now welcome the idea of having another girl in bed with us. Especially since I’ve found a way of simulating liking pussy. If my partner sticks his tongue a small way between his lips, and I like it across, it feels like a clit!

Not to mention how it’s usually me noticing the girls with beautiful tits and a great arse. My partner and I have the same taste in women. He doesn’t find any woman under a size 14 attractive, size 12 is the lowest he’d go. I’m the same. Even with me slowly losing weight, because of my frame I’ll never be smaller than a size 12. Which is very good, as my partner will always find me attractive! But a girl with a nice bit of padding is always good eye candy.

This morning on the bed, we were talking about it, and fooling around, and it came to pass where I said, “you love the fact that I’m bi-curious, don’t you?!” and then the words came.

“There’s no ‘curious’ about it! You’re just bi!”

And he’s right. What I came to know when I was 13 and denied for a long time has resurfaced. I am bi-sexual.

Or as my friend’s mum used to say…”there’s no such thing as bi-sexuals, they’re all just greedy!”

I’m slowly getting over him. It’s hard, but I’m trying. . .or am I just giving up on him as a person completely. . . That’s the thing that’s bothering me. I feel like I’m losing my status as one of his best friends. . .however, at this point, I don’t know what I am to him. I’ve mentioned to him that I’m not really that special of a person for him to talk to. . .he says otherwise, even aside from those he hangs out more, and have known longer.

How am I special? Are those words meant to appeal to my eye? Are those words just sugar coated? Can I really trust you after so much shit you’ve put me through?  

I don’t know. . . I just don’t know anymore.

I’ve discussed with my best friend since middle school. She questions the reasons why I’m still his friend too.

So much pain, so much grief and regret created in such a small period of time. . . That was you. . .So many tears I’ve cried; you don’t even know. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. . .It’s  like the same cycle over and over. . .I hate being the one having to put in all this effort. . .

You just don’t know.

I don’t know why I’m remembering this now. . .I guess it’s just one of those moments. Sorry for not being one of those “living-in-the-moment” kind of guys. It was a lot of mental anguish for a young highschooler such as myself. A lot of people don’t know what happened. . . I’m guessing that’d be a good thing . . .but, I don’t think a lot of people would want to know either, since it’d probably be on the “down low”.(I’m wondering if you do though, because talking to complete strangers about your problems knowing you’ll never actually meet them is just awesome.)  That felt good to get off my chest. I feel like I can move on just a bit more. . . Hope for the best, yeah?

On a side note,(sorry for making this blog post a bit lenghty), I’m happy that I’ve had my first commenter and first sign that someone, somewhere (over the rainbooow), is actually reading this, and I am not, in fact, talking to air. Yes, thank you very much for giving me a brief moment of happiness.

David Dunn has a  new and exciting style of Aboriginal art that encompases all races, creeds and sexuality.  It is a unique version of Aboriginal art, he has moved on to more colourful designs but still sticks to the tradition of painting what you Feel not what you see as handed down to him from his parents when he was just a small child.

His latest art is called the “Rainbow Dreaming Series”  A limited edition of paintings created especially for the Gay & Lesbian community.

To view some of his most recent works just click here  or visit the website or click on one of the photographs of his paintings below.

Andy Stevens & Gary Hayward – Presenting David Dunn – A Unique Aboriginal Artist in Australia

Rainbow Dreaming Series for the Gay & Lesbian Community Worldwide

David Dunn Aboriginal Art

and still I think of you.(Anyone remember that song?)

So it’s so early in the morning. . . What am I gonna do about you?

I have so many questions surrounding this one guy. I’ve had problems with him about this before, and for numerous times, I’ve always come back to where I’ve stood before. . .before everything.

I love him.

But, I can’t. I just can’t. It’s the whole barrier surrounding it all that’s been made up of:

1. He’s straight.
2. He’s one of my best friends.
3. We’ve been through this before.

However, he’s done things that question Number 1. I, honestly, think so, unless some think otherwise. I, also, question why the fact that we’re still friends, or why I’ve spent most of my school days talking to you till 1 o’clock in the morning.  The reason I’ve had such a hard time sleeping . . is maybe beacuse of you? So many questions, as the days go by, just pop up, making me want to just ask you.

Are you thinking of me? Do you want to be with me too? Do you love me like that?

Probably not. Doubt it. No way in hell.

I’m always putting myself down like that. I’d rather be hard on myself then be expose my dim effluence. I wish I didn’t.

If only he didn’t drive me so crazy.

So . . . first blog. I’m not sure what to think about this. Yay? I don’t know. I kept the first part of the “automatic” new blog. Funny.

Umm, maybe an introduction:

My name is obviously a pen name. I’m a bi-sexual high schooler whose been through too much. Then again, who hasn’t? I’ll start messing with fonts and things later. . . right now, I’m contemplating on what to talk about, or rather plan to talk about. I guess I’ll start off with my domain name. Pretty strange, right? At least, I think so. I chose “hakumeirain” because in Japanese, the word “hakumei” means twilight, so it’s basically “twilight rain”. It’s not a reference to the ever-so-popular vampire book by Stephanie Myers, no there’s actual thought to it. When I think of twilight I think of the colors black and white. Black and white being their forms of good and evil, however, I also think of D.N. Angel (If you haven’t watched it, go do it later, it’s pretty good. . .then again, who am I to suggest such things?) In that particular anime there’re two characters who are the opposite of the meaning of those colors: Dark, being the mischievous, thief/protagonist (still good), and Krad, the crazy, alter-ego of Dark. There’s the good and the bad. . . I also thought about the definition of twilight . . well one of them anyways:

twi·light

4. a state of uncertainty, vagueness, or gloom.

(Yeah, that came out weird. It as my first time trying that, sorry.)

So, guessing from the definition, I consider myself to always be in twilight. I can only hope that the rain could wash that away. . . If only.

Hi Pixie,

I just wanted to share a story that we just went through this past weekend.  We were at our first house party and I found myself in an uncomfortable situation.  There were five couples at the party.  Four of the five couples were in their mid 30’s and pretty hot.  The hostess was in her early 40’s and very hot, but the host was in his late 40’s(maybe over 50) and not attractive to me at all.  Now, the hosts were both very nice and inviting and we were very appreciative of having been invited. 

So, the action first began with me and one of the girls getting naughty, which soon involved all the girls (which was AWESOME).  So far, so good.  Then the guys started getting involved and I didn’t mind being touched and whatnot by the four younger/hotter guys.  Things escalated and it started getting really hot, but in the back of my mind I was concerned that I was going to be propositioned by the host, whom I didn’t want to play with.  Sure enough, he did.  It was so uncomfortable!  I was having a great time with the others, but didn’t want anything to do with the host (sexually speaking).  By this point everyone was naked and I noticed that all of the younger girls were avoiding him too.  He was mostly playing with his wife.  She was being played with by everyone. Anyway, when he came over to me and touched, I gently moved his hand away and crawled over to my husband in a subtle attempt to avoid him.  Then I would get back into the swing of things with the others.

As the night went on, you could tell that host wasn’t having the time of his life as none of the other girls were playing with him.  To be frank, he just didn’t fit in.  He was older and out of shape (comparatively speaking).  He wasn’t mean, rude, or obnoxious.  He was just not attractive to me or the other girls.  I was just uncomfortable all night and felt bad for him.  He never did have sex with any of the other girls, although his wife did have sex with all the other guys.  I had sex with all the guys except the host.  I’m just wondering if I dealt with this right by subtly avoiding him all night long or should I have spoke up.  As much fun as the night was, it could have been so much better!

Thank you!!

WOW!  What a night!  First, I’ve been in similar situations and they are always very awkward.  My hubby and I were once playing with a very hot single girl in the corner of our favorite lifestyle club in Dallas.  We were getting very naughty with her when this older couple laid down in a couch next to us.  Before long, the naked guy (easily approaching 60yrs old) asked if they could play too.  I politely told him, “I don’t think so.”  He understood and went back to his wife and they did their thing while watching us.  It was really annoying because we were having the time of our lives and, to be interrupted by someone nearly twice our age and having to switch your frame of mind while in the moment, totally sucked. 

Another time, we were banging with another couple at a club in a semi-private room and these two overweight ladies, probably over 55yrs old, came in and began watching us with their husbands.   Before long, my husband felt some foreign hands start molesting is ass and crotch.  Then they moved to the girl he was with.  They were not attractive to him at all, but he’s not the kind of guy that will speak up and come off rude at all.  He simply whispered to the girl he was with if that bothered her.  She said no and to just ignore them.  So they did.  The two ladies figured it out and sat back and watched.  Once we were all done, the one lady asked me if she could play with Hubby, and I told her, “I think he’s had enough”.  LOL!  This type of thing happens a lot at the clubs and I suppose it’s to be expected.  I personally feel that a degree of common sense could go a long way, but I suppose you can’t blame people for trying.

So, yeah these things happen.  I think you handled the situation perfectly.  You were in a rough spot, no doubt.  Nobody wants to come off rude, especially towards the host.  Hopefully, he has enough self awareness to understand the situation and doesn’t take it too personally.  I think I would have handled it exactly like you did!  What you need to do, is throw your own party, either at a hotel or at your house, with those couples you find attractive – especially those couples you were willing to play with.  Then you can just let it all go and have the time of your life without interruption!  Woohoo!!

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He was slated to come over later that afternoon, and since he is pretty much my bitch I gave clear instructions which I expected to be followed. He arrived at 4:30 on the dot, got out of his car and walked up my walk and knocked on my door. I answered wearing my jeans and a t-shirt that fully covered my tits. Today was not his lucky day. He walked in the kitchen and sat down at the table. “Meet Kamar he’s here to introduce us to a new form of pleasure.” The men shook and then I went on to explain the activities. “So Man Bitch, you are going to pleasure me by pleasuring Kamar and what’s more I am calling the shots.” Kamar grinned happily but my bitch didn’t look pleased and frankly I could give a fuck. I gave Kamar a drink and then my bitch and I waited for him by the sofa. Like a chair umpire at the US Open I gave some announcements before the festivities. Looking right at my sissy bitch I said “I give the orders and I don’t care what you think of them you will obey or we will practice till you get it right.” With that I sat in a near-by chair and gave my first command. My bitch was to take off Kamar’s shirt and jeans. Kamar was thoroughly enjoying this. Hell he had no interest in me, he just wanted my sissy and I was more than happy to help out. I told my slave to rub Kamar’s bulge through his boxers and when he got good and hard to take out his cock and stroke it like a good BI boy. Kamar was moaning as my slut hit his knees and whipped out my gay friend’s huge black cock. It was easily 11 inches long and 4 inches thick when fully erect. My slave just stared in horror but I was firm in my commands. “Now you little man whore suck his cock nice and slow but make sure you take it all like a good cock sucker. He began to lick the head and with a little whip from me began to take Kamar’s bulging cock. He started in slow strokes but Kamar took over and grabbed his head and shoved it down on his huge black meat pole. I helped Kamar by getting my slave nude and as Kamar was getting his cock sucked he began to fondle my slut until he too was shamelessly hard. Taking Kamar deep and fast he began to gag and choke as I observed. “That’s it suck his cock like the Bi-sexual man whore you are.” He was gagging and chocking and Kamar indicated he was satisfied for now and ready to move on. “Alright now lay down so Kamar can suck your cock a bit” He obeyed with a grimace and Kamar began to fondle his balls sucking each one deep in his mouth. As much as he tried to demy it my slut was enjoying it, perhaps too much. “Kamar suck his cock a bit and then you can fuck his ass.” Kamar dove right in not even bothering to lick him; he just deep-throated his cock like a hungry man who hadn’t eaten in weeks. To lube both men up I got some KY and Kamar began to lick out my slave’s tight ass. As he lubed him up Kamar was ready to get fucked I could tell. “How would you like him?” Kamar smiled. “Doggie-style” With that I commanded my slut “Hit your knees whore you’re about to get rammed up your ass.” Kamar wasted no time plowing in once he was in he just thrust and pounded away like a dog till he had his fill. When he was done he pulled out kissed my bitch, thanked me and left. “How’d you like that Bi-Boy?”

So I was doing random web surfing tonight and somehow (I know exactly how but I’m ashamed to say) I stumbled across this article http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/17148/is_your_husband_secretly_gay_or_bisexual.html?cat=7 It’s rather old, but ignorance never dies. It’s an article about how to point out the signs of your husband being gay/bi-sexual. Now I don’t expect you to read the entire article but if you really want to understand why I’m so annoyed by it then I suggest you just exercise your brain a little bit a read the damn thing. Anyway I thought the author was going to give the women some real concrete advice on how to pin point the signs of a flaming husband but instead she gave……well here’s the advice, summarized in my own words of course …..

Tip # 1 INVADE: Go through all of his online history. ALL OF IT.  Do this everyday until you find what you’re looking for. If all you find is the itinerary for the surprise trip to Hawaii he was planning for your anniversary then you mustn’t be satisfied. Create a fake e-mail. Try to strike up some flirty conversation. Make sure you hide your identity by misspelling words and using different lingo. Be as conniving as possible.  Save and print the conversation so you can have it at hand for blackmail purposes when he doesn’t want to go to your mother’s house for Christmas!

Tip #2 MYSTERIOUS PHONE CALLS: If a man calls him and you don’t know who he is then this is not a new golf buddy…no,this is most def a potential fuck buddy. When he gets off the phone and tells you hes about to go play ball with his new friend, insist on going. He probably wont want to go anymore and this isn’t because you fuck up the mood every time he brings you around his new friends (oh not to mention the fact that all of his old friends don’t even fuck with him anymore because of you),it’s definitely a tell tell sign that hes GAY.

Tip #3 BODY LANGUAGE: When your out in public watch how he looks at people. If hes making too much eye contact with a man during conversation he isn’t just comfortable in his own skin he might be gay. Keep an eye on his eyes you might catch him trying to get a glimpse of another mans booty as hes walking out of the room.

Yea I tried to be a little funny but seriously this lady gave women advice with the quality of a 16-year-old highschool girl. Matter of fact these are normal things that women do when they suspect their man of cheating. In no way did she provide real useful advice to women who suspect that their husband is gay. So here I go…

MY ONE TIP:  If you really think your man might be gay then confront him with your intuition. You don’t need to do all that snooping and investimigating and what not. If your man catches you trying to collect gayvidence against him then he might just want to beat you, and then you will have real problems. The best thing you can do is ask the guy say  “baby I have a question and I must get it off of my chest because it’s weighing heavy on my heart…*sigh*.. are you gay?”…if he says no then leave it at that! If your not satisfied that hes telling you the truth then divorce him. I’m only 19 and I already know that most mean will carry a lie to the casket if it in any way will affect his pride or his manhood. Now,if you look him dead in his eye and believe him when he tells you that he’s not gay, then immediately start sucking his dick and then make him a nice round of tacos. You just asked your husband if he was gay, his feelings are hurt and its your fault. The least you can do is suck the man off.

FYI

“TELL TELL SIGN” AND “PIN POINT” ARE TWO OF MY FAVORITE PHRASES…

“INVESTIMIGATING”  AND “GAYVIDENCE”  GOT THROWN IN FOR COMIC RELIEF BECAUSE I WAS ABOUT TO MENTION DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND I DIDN’T WANT YOU GUYS TO GET MAD AT ME :]

GAYVIDENCE -EVIDENCE OF ONE BEING GAY

“Humanity is imperfect.” – Or is it? As beings of finite existence, the ideology is thrown around that only deity figures exhibit innocence, purity and that which is desired above all things, perfection. This is evidenced in numerous photo-shoots, airbrushing and the invention of PhotoShop, so that people might gloss over their appearance, aiming closer and closer to perfection. But where does this leave the entirety of society? What purpose does this constant pursuit of perfection serve? Perhaps it caters to our most desperate desire to be loved, for the person that one has come to be. In this sense religion works against the esteem of society, stating that perfection is holy and something that must be desired. This ideology merely serves as a catalyst for personal degradation – It is amusing how if a person is told by another that they are a “bad,” person, it is merely brushed off, water off a duck’s back. Yet if a faith, or moral ideology states an exact or similar stance, thousands of people enter a personal quest to reclaim their own morality. It as almost as though humanity – at least a particular percentage of it – believes that it is justified to be judged upon their actions, if they are being judged from a religious standing point.

Numerous cultures and religious texts claim that it is only the eternal deity or deities duty/divine right to judge humanity. But what separates humanity from the animal population? Humanity differs in that, they have the capacity to reason, the ability to be creative, free will and indeed the capacity to love.

Love:
What is love? Is love a humble emotion? An intricate farce? Illusive? Non-existent? To fully understand what this means, it would be a good idea to analyse what love has the capacity to do to a human:
Confuse, empower, inspire, irrationalise, hurt, destroy, create, seduce, steal. Love has infinite capacities.

But before continuing, one must ask the question: Are these positive or negative capabilities? It could be defined as an almost equal balance of both positive and negative. The interesting thing about the human condition is that it is constantly changing, therefore an opinion I sate today on the matter of love may simply change in an hour.  However in our contemporary society, love is portrayed as a deep sentimental feeling of attachment to a person or object. Thus when this object or person is abruptly taken, results in immense feelings of sadness, guilt and may even begin an endless cycle of depression. One thing can be universally stated. Love is a powerful force that has the capacity to transcend nature, race, social status, sex and law.

In our post-modernistic society, a famous psychologist (Erickson) postulates that humanity undergoes eight stages in their, all that have their own unique conflicts that must be resolved. Positive and successful resolution of these conflicts will result in the successful development of self-confidence, and this notion of an ‘ego’.

N.B. This notion of ego is in no manner a negative element of our nature. Ego in this sense refers to this idea of people’s self confidence and willingness to participate in the wider society due to this ego. (Thus keeping society, the economy and the world in constant perpetuality)

According to this psychologist the stage at which the human becomes a young adult, that is, 19-40, the most important event in this stage of development, is love relationships. This period of their lives need to be spent searching for true intimacy and that is not exclusively sexual. Physical intimacy is not indicative of emotional intimacy. The young adult must learn to be truly open and honest with their partner, thereby experiencing these love relationships.

The issue with the topic of love is that it is so ambiguous that the young, often misled by numerous sources mistake love for lust. The exposure of adult material to those that are underage has a direct correlation to this confusion of lust with love. Viewing this same kind of adult material is one of the factors behind this desensitisation from graphic imagery thereby cheapening the concept of an intellectual love, relationship even.

One of the major factors of this detachment or desensitisation to the true power of love is technology. Texts, Instant messaging, e-mail to an extent, whilst having the capacity to connect those half way across the world, cheapens the humble communication that can occur without words, but through touch. Ironic I communicate this through the Internet, but is the best medium to reach people. When was the last time that you were told “I love you?”

Now ponder when was the last time you were told “I love you,” by a person you haven’t even met. I will acknowledge that in my own life this is an annoyance and waste of time. I love you, in the form of a text message from a person that you know nothing about is meaningless, or is it? It was once stated, that is what humanity communicated to sound sweet. This would logically mean that in our contemporary society love has been replaced by the emotional form of ice cream –This could at least be true in a biological context as love is comparative to that of eating huge amount of chocolate.

Culture also has a direct correlation to what a society perceives love to be. Do arranged marriages constitute love? At times this can be the case, but for the bulk of these financial arrangements the notion of love does not exist, finance is of more importance. Then as the couple lives together, a growth, of fondness occurs. Using this logic, love is nothing more than large amounts of chocolate combined with fondness? Well that certainly doesn’t sound right to Western Civilisation.

Perhaps it would be best said, that in the case of love, it is ambiguous to define yet it has the capacity to apply to everything with logic, reason and creativity.

The second essential aspect to humanity is the ability to rationalise, to reason, to apply logic to almost any given situation. Some may chose to discredit logical reasoning as the more bland aspect of existence, yet it is key to the attribute that allows humanity to defines themselves as indeed human. Yet it must be stated that creativity – another key aspect to the identification as human – is almost a contradiction to logic. In this sense humanity is a complete paradox in itself. Humanity reasons, yet it can ignore reason, to be creative, to have faith, to experience an essence of existence that is evident within each being – Spirituality. One of the fundamental, logical reasonings behind the existence of God are the patterns that appear in nature. The manner through which the world has been organised, the numerous eco-systems, in addition to the delicate creation of bacteria and microbes that keep the higher order of life functioning.

What does this examination of the attributes of humanity mean for this discussion? Consider the notion that humanity was created in the image of the eternal creator. Yet, humanity is imperfect, God is perfect. Let us use one of the attributes that humanity was endowed with, logic. Using this facet of humanity, it is possible to see God in a different, perhaps more imperfect light.

God existed before life. This eternal deity created all manner of existence on this planet and indeed the universe. If this God were indeed intrinsically perfect, then why would there be the desire to create anything in the first place? God being the embodiment of all perfection would mean this deity would not require nor feel any desire to do anything other than exist in his own self righteous glory. Humanity being made in the likeness of God would mean two things, either humanity is perfect in its imperfection or indeed God is not perfect.

But I would postulate the former to creatively viable. Humanity has the capacity to be perfect. But the only action detrimental to this ideology is seeking perfection. As a species we must acknowledge our imperfections, embrace them, thereby changing the minds perception of immaculacy. Yet seeking for it, merely demeans humanity, as it places our own desires and power to be complete within a being, object or image that exists outside ones body, thereby hindering what could be perfect.

Easter break provided us with the first weekday that allowed our schedules to mesh. Carly’s husband was in China tending to IT business for 3 weeks. H and V had the week off from school and studies and I closed my shop for the week. My wife had lost the weight to qualify for the 2 week cruise I promised her and a “friend”. Her friend turned out to be the trainer I had hired! Some thanks, huh? Well, thankfully, we had signed a pre-nuptial agreement before marriage, providing a division of our assets. My wife was a trust fund baby and she didn’t want my grubby hands in it. My shop is very lucrative finally and she has no access to it either. So the ensuing separation and subsequent divorce will be fairly clean, except for any lingering emotions.

I never have told her about my weekend CC company and though she suspects that I am having an affair, she hasn’t pursued any avenues trying to prove one. She believes that the status quo works, so why fuck with it. Apparently her “Spidey Sense” isn’t tingling. She is looking better now that she has lost the weight, but the partnership is ruined between us. If I want a female friend without benefits, I can find one.

My tryst week is now planned and I am aching with desire. I’ve spent a couple of nights with Carly already, but the prospect of spending a week with her, V and H is intoxicating. Carly is a sizzling hot, 38 year old MILF, and her daughter, Vanessa is just a younger version. Heather is the fastest, hottest 18 year old I’ve ever had the occasion to feast on. These 3 will rub my cock raw this coming week and I can’t wait to feel the burn!

Good Friday is only 2 days away. My wife’s bags are packed and she is flying out tonight. She and the trainer are leaving here in an hour and I can’t wait. I see them off and then give Heather a call. “Hey, whatcha doing tonight? The wife just left and I have a couple of nights before going over to Carly’s.”

H says, “I’m done for the next 2 weeks and I should be able to come over. I’ll tell my dad that I’m going to your place to keep you company while your wife is away. He doesn’t like it, but at least I’m honest with him.”

“OK, I’ll see you in about an hour or so?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in about an hour. You want my maid outfit, or my school girl outfit?”

“May I have both?”

Giggling, she replies, “Sure! I’d be glad to satisfy 2 of your fetishes, one per day!”

“Fantastic! I can’t wait! Let’s do the maid first and then the school girl, OK?”

“You are a dirty old man, aren’t you?”

“Old man, yes; dirty, no!”

“See you soon, daddy.”

“Yes baby, soon.”

She really knows how to stoke my fire. I have a few light cleaning chores for her to do and that will allow me to fuck the maid tonight. Tomorrow, I have some school lessons that are going to take all day to teach and she isn’t going to be a good girl. These are my two serious kinks, maids and schoolgirls; she does both quite well.

I climb into the shower, so as not to be “dirty”. I give myself an enema and then commence to wash myself thoroughly. My cock is rock hard as I arrange the “chores” for the maid to do. I have a mental list: dust all knick knacks in the office, high and low; empty waste cans; scrub bathroom floor on hands and knees; and wash the dishes in the nude, except for her heels. It is just a short list, but one that is sure to get a rise out of me. LOL!

I dry off and comb my hair. I spray a small amount of BOD cologne on and throw my robe on. Slippers complete the ensemble and I settle in front of the TV until she arrives. Heather walks right in and states, “Hello sir, is my list prepared?’ She is a vision of pure lust: tight maid dress (black and white), very short; thong panties, red; and five inch stilettos. Her hair is pulled into two pigtails, one each on either side of her head. The black, wire rimmed glasses are a seductive touch that does not go unnoticed.

“Yes, it is. Do you have pen and paper ready for the dictation?”

“Yes,” as she removes a pen from her pussy and a notepad from between her breasts.

I list the chores from memory and she writes them down. Oh, you are a dirty old man!

She begins dusting, and I feign watching the TV. Every time she bends over, my eyes are glued to her ass. And what a hard round ass it is. I watch as she completes the first chore and moves on to the waste cans. She always bends over at the waist to pick up the cans and then she takes them, individually to the outdoor disposal. After the first can, I tell her to remove her thong. She complies happily and resumes her duties. Each bending action displays both her ass and her pussy to me. She is such a tease. Her trips outdoors are now a little more exciting for her as the neighbors see her passage to and from.

Now that the trash is completed, she fills the bucket with warm water and Simple Green cleaner and grabs a scrub brush. She gets down on all fours and begins to clean the bathroom floor. I stand behind her in the doorway and admire the fine sight before me. I grab a seat on the toilet and bend down to grab a handful of her ass. She keeps on working as if I wasn’t even there. I allow my hand to roam until my fingers reach her pussy. It is already dripping wet as I slide one, then two fingers inside her. This causes her to pause, but she soon resumes her chore. Each scrubbing motion from her causes a stroking motion by me. By the time she is finished the floor, she has orgasmed twice.

Now that the floor is done and she is warmed up, she asks me to help her undress for her final chore. The only thing remaining is the tight dress top and I help her yank free from it. Her perky breasts bounce free as the dress is removed and she heads for the kitchen. She finds the dishes already soaking in the sink and turns to thank me. She throws her arms around my neck, kisses my full on the mouth and presses her body against mine. She feels my erection and smiles. H turns to the chore at hand and I stay directly behind her. As she washes the first glass, I grab her ass and caress it. My hands kneading her cheeks and separating them, causing her goose bumps to rise. I position my now throbbing cock between her legs and push into her soaking wet, dripping pussy. The heels make her pussy just the right height to allow my entrance without being awkward. I stroke into her fully and she nearly drops the glass.

“Don’t break anything, or you’ll pay dearly for it!”

“Uhhhnnn, yes sir!”

I stroke that sweet young ass the entire time she is doing the dishes. She swirls her hands around the soapy water looking for anything she may have missed and is rewarded with a small shot glass. As she is rinsing it, I begin to pound her mercilessly, and as fate would have it, she drops the glass into the sink and it shatters into many pieces.

“Bitch! Now you’ve done it! Now for your punishment!”

I withdraw from her pussy and immediately force my entrance into her ass. She screams out in pain as the wide 7” monster fully stretches her ass to its extent. I continue to push inside until I am balls deep. As I pull back out, I hear her “Uhhhnnn” again. Then as I thrust forward, she pushes back to meet my thrusts. I fuck her ass until I shoot my load in her and allow my cock to soften and be expelled by her muscles. She lovingly kneels down and sucks my cock clean and restores it to its original hardness.

I return to the couch and tell her when she gets the mess cleaned up, to come in to the den and ride my disco stick. She chuckles at this and obeys. In a few minutes she is standing before me, bending over to re-energize my cock and then she turns around and sits down, and impaling herself fully. Now it’s my turn to make noises, “Uhhhnnn!”

She fucks me for all she’s worth and I once again cum inside her, only this time I fill her pussy full. She gets up and goes to the shower for a quick douche and enema and returns, freshened up and I tell her that since her chores are done, she may now ask me to do a few things. She asks if I will feast on her pussy as she lies back on the bed and spreads her legs so wide as if she doing a split while lying on her back. I oblige her and commence to lick, suck, bite and probe her pussy. All the attention causes her to first orgasm and then squirt. As I lap her love juices up, I caress her clit with my right hand. This brings her to orgasm one more time and she asks me to feast once more. I return to her pussy and also include her ass. There is nothing sweeter than a fresh fucked, fresh cleansed ass on a barely legal teenage girl. Her ass and pussy could satisfy me for many weeks. I’ve been eating and fucking this beauty for over 4 months and I never tire of her. The only way it is any better, is when her friend is over and we are both feasting on her at the same time.

Now that the chores are all done, and her pussy and ass are finely eaten, I take the liberty of entering her in the missionary position. This is truly my favorite position for someone for who I have some feelings for. It is in this position that I can truly make love to my partner and allow my body to penetrate both her pussy and her mouth. Long, slow, sensuous strokes transmit my passion and love to her. She knows I love her and I tell her so. I know this won’t last forever, but I want the time spent to be full of our lovemaking.

After we make love, we curl up together and I hold her tight to me as we drift off to sleep. The next morning, we shower together, have a quickie in the shower and then have breakfast in the nude. You must have a hearty breakfast in order to learn your lessons properly. She excuses herself and says she needs to get dressed for school. I also must get dressed and go to my room. I tell her that class will be in the den today and to meet me there in an hour.

I sit behind my desk and prepare my mind for the lesson today, sex education. She shows up an hour later, promptly. She has her black, grey and green plaid skirt on, pink thong, white sheer blouse, and matching pink bra, white knee highs and black and white saddle shoes. Her outfit is sexually charged and I can’t wait to teach her lessons. She takes the seat in front of the desk and sits there scissoring her legs open and closed. I see her pink thong and can’t concentrate. As I regain my thoughts, I tell her that today’s class is on sex education. She blushes and says that she has no former education in this discipline and is also a virgin, so that her experience is now not a question.

I begin with a short reading from Song of Solomon and tell her that even the Bible talks about lovemaking. We discuss the word pictures created and then launch off into the sheer mechanics of sex. I ask her if I may use her as a training aid and use a mirror so that she may see any areas that may be obscured by clothing or other body parts. She coyly agrees and I ask her to sit on my desk. She complies. I ask her to allow me to remove her panties so I can show her the first lesson. She stands and allows me to draw them off her hips and down her legs. They are already damp and her scent is heady. She retakes her seat on my desk and spreads her legs.

I use a metal pointer and begin to show her the different parts of her pussy. This is your clitoris and she shudders as I touch it. These are your vulva, as I slip the pointer around them. Inside here is your vaginal cavity, as I slip the pointer inside her. She gasps at its intrusion but allows me to continue. “Can you feel it inside you?”

“Yes, Uhhhnnn, I can.”

“Now, you feel how it stopped moving?”

“Mmmmm”

“That’s your cervix, the opening to your uterus, or womb.”

Now that we’ve investigated a female’s parts, let me show you the male’s apparatus. I unbuckle my belt and undo the button. As I pull my zipper down, I glance up and notice that her eyes are following its path to the bottom of the track. My slacks fall to my ankles and then I step out of them, bend over to pick them up and folding them, place them on the desk. My erection is visible beneath my boxers and I pull them down also, causing it to spring to life.

I grab the main shaft and state, “This is the penis. And below that are the testicles.”, as I grasp them also. “A man has sperm that travels from the testicles to the head of this shaft. As you can see, it appears to be a long sword shaped appendage.”

“Now for the basic mechanics of sex: a man sees a female that is attractive to him. This attraction affects his brain chemistry causing a flow of body chemicals called hormones. These hormones make certain parts of the body leap into action. This is what causes the hardening of the penis. The man takes his penis and inserts it between a woman’s vulva lips into her vagina. Due to the large number of nerve endings inside her vaginal walls, she becomes aroused by the feeling of his penis inside her. This causes her hormones to create a different set of signals and reactions, among which are: wetness, rapid breathing, and maybe even an orgasm.”

“The man may also have an orgasm, and in doing so, his body sends his sperm in motion to the head of the penis with such force that they are expelled inside the woman’s vagina. These little sperm travel to the cervix and then inside the womb in search of an egg to fertilize. If there is no egg, they cease to exist and are expelled in due time. If there is an egg and they meet, a baby can be formed.”

“Now that we’ve covered the basics, do you have any questions?”

“No, that seems quite basic, and easy to understand. What is the next lesson about?”

“It’s about the finer points of making love. Not just how the parts fit, but how to really treat your partner to gain full enjoyment. And after that we will have a lab, so that we can show we were listening and are able to practice or newly learned lessons.”

“Ahhh, labs, I love them,” as she playfully nibbles on her pencil’s eraser.

“In this final lesson, I’ll describe some actions that will make your experiences a little more enjoyable. First item: the mind, you must treat your partner with respect and kindness. This keeps the mind looking forward to a pleasurable time. Then you want to use your hands to lightly touch your partner in a non-sexual way. Don’t appear to be too anxious, be respectful. Use your lips to kiss and caress the body. No need to rush and no need to feel embarrassed by where your lips, tongue and hands go at this point. Your partner will signal you when you are in the right places.”

“Your limits are set by your partner, explore anywhere and everywhere. Start near the head and work your way over the entire body, slowly making your way to the spot between their legs. A girl can take a man’s penis in her mouth and with practice, down her throat. This causes the man to experience great pleasure. It may even cause him to eject sperm into her mouth. Many women enjoy the taste of sperm and desire to please their men so that they can have some.”

A man can provide a woman with her equivalent of this pleasure by using his tongue, lips, teeth and fingers to kiss, suck, bite and enter her vagina, and massage both the vulva and the clitoris. The sensations that are produced cause the woman to become very wet and orgasm, hopefully many times in a row. The secretion that is produced is found to be very desired by the man as the taste is exquisite. Even other women and the woman herself may enjoy its flavor.”

“Once the man and woman have had enough oral stimulation, they may want to have intercourse, placing his penis inside her vagina, now that it is soaking wet. The slipperiness causes the action to be very smooth in and out. The sensations cause both to orgasm if done with care and consideration, and is highly desirable to occur together or in close succession.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“Yes. So you are saying that my tongue can go anywhere?”

“Anywhere your partner allows. Just use your imagination.”

“So, if I want to touch his butt, I can?”

“If he (or she) is OK with that, and you desire to do that, go for it!”

“Mmmmm, I may just try that during the lab. Speaking of that, who are the lab partners?”

“At the moment, just you and I; unless another student comes to class, then we’ll either switch off partners, or make it a threesome.”

“Now it’s time for lunch break, and afterwards we’ll start the lab, unless you have more questions. Just remember, you can still ask questions during the lab, while everyone is still available.”

I go to the kitchen and fix a small salad with oil and vinegar. Heather disappeared and then returned to also have a salad. Her outfit is still the same except her thong is still off. We eat together at the table and we make teacher-student chit chat. She can’t believe that they actually have labs in her class and she is getting excited (and a little wet) just thinking about it. I ask to see and she spreads her legs and shows me her glistening, shaved and swollen pussy. I remark that I love the way a pussy tastes and she blushes. “go ahead, put your fingers inside and then put them in your mouth.”

She inserts two fingers just inside and then pulls them out, very wet. She cautiously touches them to her lips and uses her tongue to tentatively taste them. “Mmmmm, that is tasty!”

“You like that, huh?”

“I can’t wait to taste more, and to taste you!”

“Heather, honey, I can’t wait to taste you either.”

“Lunch will be over in fifteen minutes and we’ll get started on the lab. I’ll be in the classroom until then, if you need me, or want to start early. The more time we spend in lab, the more you’ll learn.”

“OK, I’ll be right in.”

I enter the class and strip off my remaining clothing, folding it neatly and placing it on the desk. I pull a large inflated mattress from a closet and spread the sheets and blankets on it. Then I lay down on it and await my lab partner’s arrival. She enters the room a minute later and stands in front of me to strip. She does so with a devilish grin on her face. I ask her to leave her stilettos and knee highs on, and she acquiesces. She kneels down next to me and traces a dampened finger up and down my arm. Then she puts it back in her pussy and places it on my lips. I suck her finger clean. She leans in and kisses my lips and then my neck. She moves slowly to each of my nipples and suckles them, causing my cock to strain to new heights. Her hand gently caresses it, causing it to begin to throb. She shows my cock her red lips and then gently kisses the head. Then, without much ado, she engulfs my entire length to the balls, without choking. Her ruby red lips enticing my eyes by their actions and appearance. The feeling of her throat wrapped around my thick cock, cause me to cum sooner than I wanted. The first spurt does choke her, but then she allows the rest to fill her hungry mouth. She then leans back and tells me that its my turn now.

I spend a lot of time and attention on her breasts. I’m not a breast man, but know a woman likes it. Her 34 C cup is perfect and I tug on her nipples with my teeth eliciting a yelp from her. I chuckle and kiss my way to her navel and then to her perfect, pulsating pussy. It is so wet and the smell is heavenly. I bypass it briefly to run my tongue around her ass hole and then dive right into her pussy. I then concentrate on her clit and insert 2 fingers inside to manipulate her into an orgasm. She cums with a great shudder and just as I’m about to feast on this meal, I hear Vanessa’s voice, “Am I too late for class?”

“Why no, dear, did you do the required reading?”

“Yes sir, I did. I know I should take my time and woe my partner, but I see you’ve already done that for me.” Standing there before me, looking every bit like Heather’s twin with regard to her clothing.

“Just remove all your clothing except for your knee highs and your stilettos. Then you may begin wherever you want.” She removes the appropriate articles and I see her glistening, weeping pussy, and can’t wait to taste it. She kneels down between H’s legs and begins to feast on her pussy. I lay down on my back, behind V, and insert my tongue into her pussy. She giggles a little and continues to enjoy her lunch of Heather’s pussy.

As she nears her own orgasm, I relent and turn around to enter her pussy with my cock. I drive all the way inside in one quick motion and hear her cry out as the orgasm hits her. The convulsing vagina brings my own orgasm near and I stroke just a few times to end my ache. As I lay on the floor afterwards, the two girls turn their attentions on me, putting into practice the lessons from the morning session.

After 4 hours of lab time, I announce that both my students have passed with straight A’s. There is a special present I’d like to give them, but it requires that they assume a special position. I tell them to bend over and grab your ankles. I then apply each girl’s pussy juice to her asshole and then proceed to ass fuck each one, first H for a minute and then V for a minute. I state that the girl that makes me cum first gets to have her cream pie eaten by the other. Their assholes perform superbly and I am having problems with restraint. After 10 minutes, I am ready to go. I almost fill V, but the timer rings and I end up inside H when the explosion occurs. As I fill H’s ass full of cum, V lies on her back on the mat and awaits her next meal. H straddles V’s face and allows the cum to ooze from her ass into V’s mouth. Then she sits on V’s face while V sucks the remaining cum from her ass. She retains some in her mouth and kisses H, swapping it into her mouth so she can enjoy it also. These two lovely teens, embraced in a lesbian french kiss are my star pupils.

I’m glad this isn’t the end, but only the beginning of a long week of unbridled, uninhibited, wild sex. A week full of vaginal and anal sex, lesbian sex, hetero sex, and some incest, a week where we will fuck our brains out and fuck our bodies raw. The rest of the night we spend caressing and exploring each other’s bodies with our tongues, lips and fingers.

LESBIAN VS BI-SEXUAL FOR WOMEN??
IS IT BAD WOMEN LIKE WOMEN?
MAYBE THEY WANT A MEN AND WOMEN ???
ARE WE TO JUDGE THE MANS FANTASY OR THE NEW WOMEN ??
TELL ME LESBIAN OR BI-SEXUAL FOR WOMEN??

Just as I was posting that other blog, bitching about how I’ve used up all the good men, I remembered the HUGE crush I have on someone.

There’s a girl that works at the coffee shop down the street from my house. She has the most mesmerizing arms I have ever seen. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have a bit of a vein fetish. She has tanned skin running across the most beautiful arm veins. More pronounced than most women’s. Like she works with her hands a lot.

I want to press my tongue to one of those veins and feel it’s warmth dip beneath my pressure.

She’s the prefect combination of man and woman. Short tousled hair, a strong chin, deep brown eyes fringed in jealousy inspiring lashes. Jeans slung low on slender hips and a slight hunch in her back. She is gorgeous.

I know her name and what she’s going to school for but only because I overheard her telling someone else. Whenever I order coffee from her I become so tongue tied that sometimes I just point to what I want. She might think I’m very slow…or possibly mute.

The trouble with me and women has always been that I never know what to say to them. Throw a man in front of me and I can keep him entertained for hours. But a girl…a girl who obviously does not play both sides of the field…what would she want with me? A girl who unabashedly loves cock. But who also melts at the sight of the swell of a B cup breast.

Now that I’m almost 30 I feel like I’ve missed the boat on having a real girlfriend. I don’t think a girl like her would be with someone who wasn’t a complete lesbian. And she’s the only girl I have any interest in feverishly making out with while a movie tries and fails to catch our attention.

Anyone want to give me some advice? I’m sure she’s got a girlfriend but on the off chance that she doesn’t…how might I get one step closer to those ridiculously hot arm veins?

The blizzard, as promised, is another story. Vanessa and I were meeting this weekend for my weekly CC run. She had decided to invite Heather along this weekend too. We all three now ran with packs. Our packs contained (typically): dried fruit, chocolate, space blanket (1 or 2), dry socks, mittens, bottled water, 2 sterno cans, and a throw away phone.

This particular Saturday, they had been calling for some snow, and a blizzard to begin later that night after midnight. We decided that running on Saturday would be preferential to Sunday, due to conditions. Snow has never slowed us down and our bodies bear this fact out. Our toned, muscular, tight bodies are so fit, that we actually look like a father and his 2 daughters out for a run (the family that runs together…).

We set out in the light snow fall and ran a little deeper than usual into the forest. We were in search of a stand of pines that would offer a little more protection from the weather than usual, as the snow was beginning to thicken. We found the covey of dove that roost in the pines and followed them toward their homes. The area was quite secluded, even for this area of the forest and we decided to mark this area in our minds for future use. As we began to set-up camp, H produced a small pop-up tent that would sleep 2 quite comfortably and 3 cozily. We all grinned at her fore-thought. First a blanket on the ground and then the tent, with the final 5 blankets (we all brought 2) for our comfort inside the tent.

H stated that the only requirement for entrance into the tent was nudity. We must strip outside and enter total nude. Once inside, we would make our own heat. We made love to each other for 5 hours, lost in the silence provided by both the seclusion and the falling snow. Exhausted, we napped for an hour and then I awoke, sensing something wasn’t quite right. The silence was too much and I peeked out to look around. The snow was at the top of the zipper!! It was only 3 pm and we were already under blizzard conditions!

I alerted the others and we used my phone to call out. I told my wife I was on my normal CC run and was snowed into the woods. I had provisions and shelter (she knew I always prepared for the weather) and would be fine for as long as it took to get out. I told her I would call for help if I found myself in need. She seemed OK with this (I didn’t know that she and the trainer I hired were cozy.) and would await my call or arrival.

H phoned home and tried the same approach with her parents. Her father seemed OK, knowing she was with V, but her mother seemed panicky. She tried several times to assuage her mother’s fears and keep her from calling a rescue team, but her mom could not be calmed down. She finally told her, “Mom, we’re in the forest, in a tent, with an older man. He runs with us to keep us safe, and today we are glad he is with us. Would you please just put Daddy on and I’ll tell him so he can explain it all to you, OK?”

H tells her dad the whole truth. I hear him tell her that he isn’t pleased about it, but can’t do anything about it since she’s almost 19 now. He’s a little disappointed at her choice but can’t find any other faults, as her grades have been straight A’s and her track training is exemplary. He does ask to speak to me. He expressed his extreme displeasure and almost threatened me. I explained almost the whole story to him (took half an hour) and he saw some of his daughter’s treachery in it. He thanked me for my honesty, and made an unveiled threat: “Don’t hurt her, and don’t get her pregnant, or you WILL be sorry.”

V called home and only her mom was home, as her daddy was away on business (as usual). She took the straightforward approach, as she was nearing 20, and told her mother that she was with her 50 year old lover and another girl, having raunchy three-way sex in a tent, snowed-in, in the woods. Her mom said, “Enjoy yourself honey and call me if you need my help. I understand your need for this, because I did that too, but do be careful hon.” I asked to talk to her myself and she agreed.

“I don’t love your daughter, but love to have sex with her. She is very open to any and all H and I want to try. If you are anything like her, I’d be interested in helping you pass a night or two away when your husband is out of town.”

“Be careful kind sir, I may take you up on that.”

“I hope so, and maybe even make it a family affair.”

“Vanessa is old enough to decide that for herself. I won’t stop her, but I won’t ask her to, either.”

After our conversation, I end the call and we talk about the mess we’ve shared with our families. V would like to try the mother-daughter thing with me and H is just glad she won’t have to see a guardsman peering in her tent in a few hours. I take H in my arms and hold her, while V kisses her pussy. H turns to face me and we kiss deeply. V’s face is still buried in H’s pussy and her tongue is having the desired effect. I feel H’s breath coming in short jags as V is bringing her to a release she so desperately needs. All thought of the phone calls disappears as her orgasm wipes her mind free of all tension.

After she calms some, she insists on giving V the same attention. As she gets up on hands and knees and then leans into V’s crotch, I put my tongue in her very wet pussy and slake my own thirst for her. Just watching V, lovingly get H off, made me very horny. Now as H is pleasuring V, and my own thirst is quenched, I get up on my knees and plunge my very stiff cock, deep inside her swollen, wet, pulsing pussy. Every stroke of my cock drives her tongue into V’s pussy. It’s almost like I am fucking V by proxy.

As I’m stroking H and watching as she feasts on V, I can’t help but imagine replacing H with V’s mom. She seemed sincere enough about allowing me to be her companion, but very non-committal about V joining in. After our short session, we lay side-by-side and caress one another and make small talk.  I asked V what she thought about my talk with her mom. V said, “I’ve seen mom nude before and wondered what it would be like. H and I have been together for 5 years now (I am surprised at this revelation.) and it is a thought that has wandered through my sick mind a few times. I’m just wondering if it would be possible to include H in one of those trysts.”

“Look, I don’t know what your mom even looks like.”

“Here, look, I have a photo.”

She looks like a mature version of V, not like 20 years older, more like 10 years older. Definitely a hot MILF. “OMFG! Your mom is a hot ass babe! I see where you get your looks and body!” V blushes at my comment and then says, “Yeah, she is hot. Even H wants to dive between her legs.”

H is blushing and I tell her that we’ll try to make it happen before the end of summer. Then we settle back for a long night of fucking and sucking and fingering and kissing. Day rise brings more snow and another round of phone calls. All parents are relieved that their girls are OK. I spoke to H’s mom this time and she told me to stop by some day so we can discuss “future” arrangements. I agree to this especially after having seen her photo in H’s wallet. H is blushing now as I hang up and immediately place my tongue inside her pussy. I bring her to a thundering orgasm that causes the dove to flutter in the limbs above.

The snow finally stops around 4 pm on Sunday. By my measure, we got 30” of light fluffy snow. We agree to try to hike out tomorrow morning after calling our families. We sleep that night, nude, nestled together for warmth. Mid way through the night, I awaken with a raging hard-on and insert it inside V’s pussy in front of me. She wakes up to an orgasm and wakes H up too. H says she is jealous and wants some of that too. I roll over to find her pussy ready for me. I fuck her until she cums and then I quickly enter her ass. I stroke in and out slowly, allowing V time to get over here to feast on H’s pussy while I continue to fuck her ass. I feel my cum beginning to flow and spurt after spurt fills H’s ass. I pull out and V eats the cream pie from H’s ass. She then snowball’s some of it to H.

I want to go home, but I don’t want this to end. I know we’ll have more fun, but there comes a point in time when you just need to rest. I lost count of how many times I came that weekend, but I know my dick was raw from use and ready for a little rest. The girls were in need of rest also and our food was dwindling.

The next morning, we made our calls, packed up camp, and headed out. The night wind and the morning sun had helped to make our trek a little easier by making the snow a little shallower. We also located a trail where deer had moved and pushed out some snow. We arrived out of the woods in just under 4 hours. We were met by V’s mom and taken to our prospective homes. First H, where I met her mom and dad; then we went to V’s house. Her mom (Carly), insisted on my coming in for some hot tea.

We talked a little and discussed likes and dislikes. Then Carly asked me to see her in the office. I joined her and she asked me one question, “Did you use protection?”

“No. I’m sterile and clean.”

“OK, I don’t want my baby having a baby. And one more question: will you eat me right now?”

“Sure, but my dick is really raw from the use this weekend so it will be of no use to you yet.”

“That’s OK, I just need to get off, properly.”

I feast on this woman’s freshly shaven pussy and bring her to 3 orgasms before taking my leave to go home. We agree to meet soon for some real action. I arrive home to my loving wife who offers up a bear hug at my safe return and a large, long kiss. The rest of the day is spent in the bathtub for 2 hours and then lying on the davenport watching the TV and the snow reports.

Another mid-morning run, only the weather isn’t as nice. It’s Saturday and the temperature is closer to 45 today, but at least it is seasonable, seasonably breezy, slightly overcast and a dampness in the air.

Heather and I have been in contact via the 2 throw away phones I purchased the day after our first meeting. Untraceable, so there are less tracks to cover up. Too cold for a dip in the stream today, but never too cold for sex, besides, there are other methods of refreshing one’s body in today’s world.

I see her on the track, warming up for our run. She has the same outfit on, except there is a small pack on her back. As I join her on the track, she tells me she has warmer clothing in the bag and one of those space blankets, just in case. “Just in case?? Like if we get caught in a freak snow storm?” She laughs and says, “No silly, in case you can’t warm me up enough and we need a little extra warmth!”

I tell her about my wife and her new goal. She is pleased I want to help her and asks why I stay. I shrug and reply that it must be the companionship I crave, and can’t bear to leave her because of it. She thinks I’m too sweet by staying and offers to be my companion if I need one. I thank Heather for her offer but think that she would tire of an old man like me longing for a more comparable mate in a few short years. “We’ll see about that.” She states matter-of-factly.

Warmed up, we head for the forest. No one sees us enter and no one questions our motives. We return to the spot we originally stopped. She removes her pack and withdraws the “blanket” and spreads it on the ground. She tells me she’d like to perform a strip tease for me today and then, if I allow her, she’d like to undress me, with her teeth. Intrigued by the pictures she’s creating in my mind, I agree.

Her dance begins with soft music coming from her iPod speakers and the undulations of her tiny body have me at attention in no time. Her clothing moves in such a way to allow her naked body to play peek-a-boo with me. A nipple here, a pussy lip there, then an cheek of her ass is in full view. She has only a tank and shorts on! It takes her half an hour to strip fully nude, and she only had 2 articles of clothing on! I’m aching hard and she tells me to lie back and she will begin to undress me. Her teeth grasp my tee shirt hem and she pulls it over my head. Her mouth returns to my waistband and she gently kisses my erection through the fabric.

Her tongue lifts the waistband and she grabs it with her teeth. She drags it just until I spring free and then she asks me to roll over. I feel her tongue on the crack of my ass as she grasps the band in her teeth and she pulls it to my knees. Then she pulls them off. Heather tells me that today its my turn for the full treatment, so lay back, close your eyes and enjoy.

Her tongue skillfully traces my entire length. I feel her go from tip to balls and then she continues to the little playground beyond my balls. She is crafty in her skills to the point of making me oblivious to my surroundings, the chill of the air, the noise of the forest, the light breeze playing through the branches like little macaws swinging in a rain forest. Her actions keep me focused entirely on my pleasure. My nostrils detect pussy nearby. I reach out my tongue to taste her wet pussy and am rewarded with sweet nectar, only… It isn’t hers! I open my eyes and see one of the other girls from the track team! They giggle as I continue to taste her.

We take a short break and I learn her name is Vanessa and she turned 18 last school year.  She was held back in third grade and that’s how it is. She is the team’s relay anchor and a strong runner, not to mention she’s also the school’s valedictorian. Vanessa tells me that she saw Heather go off with me last week and she knows how long it takes to run the CC course. We were gone too long and she grilled her for the details. Now she wants a turn. I feel like a baton in a relay race…only neither runner is letting go.

Without boring the reader with all the details, suffice it to say that a fantastically fun time was had by all. H and V both had their fill of orgasms and my cum. We’ve worked out a schedule whereby I spend every other weekend with either H or V. This allows them their periods without compromising the time I want to spend with them. Either can ask the other to join in the fun at any time.

Over the remainder of the school year, I have copulated with one or both of these beauties in all types of weather: snow, rain, sleet, freezing rain, blustery, a blizzard (that’s another story) and a lot of very nice weather also. The blanket makes a wonderful tent and has protected us through many storms. H never tired of my company and V desired mine over the boys of her grade. Summer came and went, and they both attended Ivy League colleges, thus ending my running in the woods.

Oh, I still take the same run, but always alone. When the holidays arrive, I am able to rendezvous with either, both never both. Our passion is intense, but not the same as during the school year. There’s just something about the thrill of being deep inside a high school girl, knowing that less a year ago, she was jailbait.

If we take a glance back a little over half a century ago and look at sexuality in relationships, things were a bit stale. One man to one woman equals a good sex life. Although, I’m sure positions varied, and I confident that there is always an exception to my previous assumption. Most partners sex lives were dull as compared to today’s standards.

With the reins of religion loosening, I believe that our society is in the midst of a sexual revolution. From its humble beginnings in the ’60’s, today it has come to a full blossom.

Now-a-days it is common for premarital sex, multiple partners, partners of the same gender, etc. These trends in sexuality are starting to become openly excepted in society. People are starting to learn that there is nothing wrong with experimenting with your sexuality. How else would you know what you like/want, if you don’t try it?

Many people have also found pleasure with adult toys either with their partner or alone. People who believe they are bi-sexual can have their partner pleasure them as either a male or female, whichever they prefer at the time of intercourse with certain toys on the market today.

With the advancements made in the medical field today, you can even change your sexuality. If you feel as though you were supposed to be male or female there are many options available to you that weren’t around in the 1950’s.

Many people are also becoming more sexually liberated through use of medication. Not only through the use of birth control, but now you can have sex into your later years with pills such as Viagra, etc.

With so many advancements in the field of sexual liberation, I believe our society has come along way from its humble beginnings. From this point, I believe things can only get better!

Hey all, our Aboriginal Art Show held the last weekend in November was a huge success with over 50 paintings sold and a wide range of visitors (some international) who came along to appreciate what David Dunn has achieved. World history was in the making with David’s unique style of painting along with the amalgamation of Aboriginal and Gay & Lesbian themes in his new works.

To view his artworks just click here

Original art by David Dunn

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Music royalties and box-office takings for the film This Is It have brought in almost half-a-billion dollars to the King of Pop’s estate.The phenomenal flow of cash, which does not include income from Jackson souvenirs and memorabilia, more than covers the estimated £250million he owed. Administrators John Branca and John McClain still face at least six lawsuits, originally filed against the singer but now transferred to his estate.These include a £180million action by New Jersey based company AllGood Entertainment that claims Jackson reneged on a planned pay-per-view TV reunion concert with his brothers in Texas.Hollywood director John Landis, who made the singer’s 1983 Thriller video, is also suing for an undisclosed sum over alleged non- payment of his share of the profits.A spokesman for the administrators said yesterday: “Our attorneys are in negotiations with various parties on a number of unresolved issues. We expect these to be amicably resolved by early in the New Year.”Even hefty out-of-court settlements and legal fees won’t make much of a dent in Jackson’s posthumous fortune and future earning potential, according to financial experts.Jackson was already No3 on Forbes Magazine’s annual list of highest- grossing dead celebrities, behind fashion icon Yves St Laurent and composers Rodgers & Hammerstein, before This Is It was released last month. By yesterday, the film had raked in almost $240million worldwide, according to online monitor Box Office Mojo, with eventual income from DVD sales expected to double that. Sales of the spin-off double CD, which has made the top 10 in more than 120 countries, as well as re-releases of Jackson’s classic albums, are “conservatively” expected to top £180million by Christmas, according to Sony Music.

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Fifteen-year-old Alyssa Bustamante aged considerably Wednesday when a Missouri judge ruled that she should be tried as an adult for allegedly strangling a 9-year-old neighbor a week after digging a grave for the girl.

The judge also entered a not guilty plea on her behalf after she was indicted on charges of first-degree murder. She is being held without bond.The teenager had told state police that she wanted to know what the experience was like, a highway patrol officer said.”Ultimately, she stated she wanted to know what it felt like,” Missouri State Highway Patrol Sgt. David Rice testified in court Wednesday.She also allegedly cut the girl’s throat and stabbed her.”She committed the murder after deliberation, which means cool deliberation or cool reflection on the matter for any length of time,” Cole County prosecutor Mark Richardson told the court Wednesday.Elizabeth Olten’s body was found in a wooded area near her home in St. Martins Oct. 23 after the suspect led police to it, after which she was arrested, authorities said. The girl had vanished Oct. 21, but it wasn’t long after that police found what Cole Country Sheriff Greg White called “written evidence” that led them to Bustamante.If convicted, Bustamante could be sentenced to life in prison.The suspect did not have a prior criminal record, police said But there were signs of a troubled past.On the teen’s YouTube page, a video appears to show the suspect with her brothers purposefully shocking themselves on an electrified fence.On what appears to be her Twitter page, her messages speak of “addiction” and “terrors.”One Tweet: “& all I want in life is a reason for all this pain.”A grim portrait of Bustamante emerged earlier based on writings on the Internet, including a YouTube profile in which “killing people” is listed under the girl’s hobbies.In court, officials said the teenager had attempted suicide in 2007 and has been taking an antidepressant ever since.”If one of the priorities or focus of her life everyday is pain, then it would be natural to pull people into it, to inflict pain upon them,” said Brad Garrett, a former FBI profiler and ABC News consultant.

I loved X Factor’s Danyl Johnson but he dumped me for a man, reveals ex-girlfriend

A woman who had a teenage romance with X Factor star Danyl Johnson has revealed how they split up when he hooked up with a man.Katie Swales, 27, says Johnson was the love of her life and she had no idea he was bisexual as they dated for six months.She thought their relationship was going well but he dumped her by phone and she later found out he had started seeing a man.And she cast doubt on Johnson’s revelation in August that he is bisexual, saying that as far as she knows she has been his only girlfriend.The pair met aged 17 when they were on an arts course in Reading and soon started dating.’Even now, it’s a joke between friends that I turned Danyl gay. But at the time, I had no idea he had any doubts about his sexuality,’ Miss Swales told the Sunday Mirror.She wondered whether he fancied her enough because he did not want to sleep with her, she added.Her friends also thought her boyfriend ‘a bit camp’. ‘Even now, watching him on TV, I can’t see it but they did. They used to ask me if I’d noticed it,’ she said.She told the paper Johnson was more attentive when they were on nights out and that a friend later said he had not wanted anyone to think he was gay.When he dumped her, the budding singer ‘kept saying it was him and not me’ and Miss Swales realised he was not going to change his mind.She says she is baffled now at his admission that he is bisexual because, after they split up, she always believed he was gay.’I can only think he was told to say that so he would get both the gay and the straight vote,’ she said.But a source close to Johnson denied anyone else had been involved in the split.The dance teacher, from Reading, revealed his bisexuality in August after wowing the X Factor judges in his first audition and becoming an early favourite to win the £1million recording contract on offer.’I am a massive flirt. I wouldn’t rule out someone just because of their gender,’ he said at the time.

Since then, he has been pictured out and about with both men and women amid ongoing speculation about his love life.X Factor judge Dannii Minogue sparked fury on the first live show when she appeared to make a reference to his sexuality.Mr Johnson, 27, performed a rendition of Jennifer Hudson’s I’m Telling You, but altered the lyrics to make it appear he was singing to a woman rather than a man.Minogue said: ‘If we’re to believe what we read in the papers, there was no need to switch the gender reference in that song’ but later apologised.Johnson is now battling for a place in the quarter-final, with tonight’s results set to decide which of the five acts will not make it to the next round.

Wax Factor: Hirsute Simon Cowell has hair stripped from back of his hands

With his bright white smile and permanently tanned skin, Simon Cowell makes no secret of the importance of his appearance.But the multi-millionaire X Factor judge has now taken his vanity to another level – by getting the hair on the back of his hands removed.The 50-year-old, whose hairy chest is a regular feature of the holiday season in the Caribbean, has been booking himself for some hot-wax beauty treatments.

And the difference is noticeable. Cowell’s hands are now silky smooth – in stark contrast to his forearms, which are covered in thick, dark hair. The music mogul, who was seen minus the fuzz by 14million viewers on ITV’s X Factor last night, has also previously admitted to having injections to get rid of the lines in his face.He said: ‘I’ve had botox. But, then again, pretty much everyone I know has, except Cheryl Cole.’

McFly rocker Danny replaces Miss England ‘08 girlfriend with ‘07 model

Well im sorry…I met Danny Jones and the rest of Mcfly when I stayed at The Lowry Hotel one night…they invited me in to their after show party and as everyone partied…he slowly turned into a grade A tosser…so dont worry love…hes no loss.

When it comes to must-have gadgets and cars the general rule is the newer the better. But it seems this rule doesn’t apply to Miss England models.Pop rocker Danny Jones from McFly has replaced his Miss England 2008 girlfriend with Miss England 2007, according to newspaper reports.The lucky musician first dated the ‘08 beauty queen Laura Coleman after they met at the Miss World finals in South Africa.

Seeing double: Danny Jones is reportedly dating Miss England ‘07 Georgia Horsley (left) He has previously had a relationship with Miss England ‘08 Laura Coleman (right)

The 23-year-old chart topper ditched his long-term girlfriend Olivia Shaw, 25, for Laura soon after the meeting and they went on to date for a number of months. But now sources have revealed a ‘mystery blonde’ seen on Danny’s arm recently is none other than Georgia Horsley, the winner of Miss England 2007. It seems Danny, whose hits with McFly include That Girl, is irresistibly drawn to long lustrous locks and dazzling white teeth. The girlfriend swap happened after the cheeky chap was invited to this year’s Miss London competition. The event was co-hosted by close friends Georgia and Laura but attendees reported Danny was soon showing a decided preference for 22-year-old Georgia. ‘You could see that Danny and Georgia were going to get together. All the chemistry was there,’ a friend of Laura’s said last night. ‘Laura really cared about Danny,’ the friend told The Sunday Mirror. ‘It’s particularly hurtful that he’s run off with Georgia.’ However, a Miss England spokeswoman insisted Laura and Georgia are still friends despite the new relationship. She said the Miss England camp wished the new couple ‘all the best’.

Difficult choice: Pop artist Danny Jones has struck gold twice dating two beautiful blondes. He first saw Miss England ‘08  followed by Miss England ‘07

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Music royalties and box-office takings for the film This Is It have brought in almost half-a-billion dollars to the King of Pop’s estate.The phenomenal flow of cash, which does not include income from Jackson souvenirs and memorabilia, more than covers the estimated £250million he owed. Administrators John Branca and John McClain still face at least six lawsuits, originally filed against the singer but now transferred to his estate.These include a £180million action by New Jersey based company AllGood Entertainment that claims Jackson reneged on a planned pay-per-view TV reunion concert with his brothers in Texas.Hollywood director John Landis, who made the singer’s 1983 Thriller video, is also suing for an undisclosed sum over alleged non- payment of his share of the profits.A spokesman for the administrators said yesterday: “Our attorneys are in negotiations with various parties on a number of unresolved issues. We expect these to be amicably resolved by early in the New Year.”Even hefty out-of-court settlements and legal fees won’t make much of a dent in Jackson’s posthumous fortune and future earning potential, according to financial experts.Jackson was already No3 on Forbes Magazine’s annual list of highest- grossing dead celebrities, behind fashion icon Yves St Laurent and composers Rodgers & Hammerstein, before This Is It was released last month. By yesterday, the film had raked in almost $240million worldwide, according to online monitor Box Office Mojo, with eventual income from DVD sales expected to double that. Sales of the spin-off double CD, which has made the top 10 in more than 120 countries, as well as re-releases of Jackson’s classic albums, are “conservatively” expected to top £180million by Christmas, according to Sony Music.

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Fifteen-year-old Alyssa Bustamante aged considerably Wednesday when a Missouri judge ruled that she should be tried as an adult for allegedly strangling a 9-year-old neighbor a week after digging a grave for the girl.

The judge also entered a not guilty plea on her behalf after she was indicted on charges of first-degree murder. She is being held without bond.The teenager had told state police that she wanted to know what the experience was like, a highway patrol officer said.”Ultimately, she stated she wanted to know what it felt like,” Missouri State Highway Patrol Sgt. David Rice testified in court Wednesday.She also allegedly cut the girl’s throat and stabbed her.”She committed the murder after deliberation, which means cool deliberation or cool reflection on the matter for any length of time,” Cole County prosecutor Mark Richardson told the court Wednesday.Elizabeth Olten’s body was found in a wooded area near her home in St. Martins Oct. 23 after the suspect led police to it, after which she was arrested, authorities said. The girl had vanished Oct. 21, but it wasn’t long after that police found what Cole Country Sheriff Greg White called “written evidence” that led them to Bustamante.If convicted, Bustamante could be sentenced to life in prison.The suspect did not have a prior criminal record, police said But there were signs of a troubled past.On the teen’s YouTube page, a video appears to show the suspect with her brothers purposefully shocking themselves on an electrified fence.On what appears to be her Twitter page, her messages speak of “addiction” and “terrors.”One Tweet: “& all I want in life is a reason for all this pain.”A grim portrait of Bustamante emerged earlier based on writings on the Internet, including a YouTube profile in which “killing people” is listed under the girl’s hobbies.In court, officials said the teenager had attempted suicide in 2007 and has been taking an antidepressant ever since.”If one of the priorities or focus of her life everyday is pain, then it would be natural to pull people into it, to inflict pain upon them,” said Brad Garrett, a former FBI profiler and ABC News consultant.

I loved X Factor’s Danyl Johnson but he dumped me for a man, reveals ex-girlfriend

A woman who had a teenage romance with X Factor star Danyl Johnson has revealed how they split up when he hooked up with a man.Katie Swales, 27, says Johnson was the love of her life and she had no idea he was bisexual as they dated for six months.She thought their relationship was going well but he dumped her by phone and she later found out he had started seeing a man.And she cast doubt on Johnson’s revelation in August that he is bisexual, saying that as far as she knows she has been his only girlfriend.The pair met aged 17 when they were on an arts course in Reading and soon started dating.’Even now, it’s a joke between friends that I turned Danyl gay. But at the time, I had no idea he had any doubts about his sexuality,’ Miss Swales told the Sunday Mirror.She wondered whether he fancied her enough because he did not want to sleep with her, she added.Her friends also thought her boyfriend ‘a bit camp’. ‘Even now, watching him on TV, I can’t see it but they did. They used to ask me if I’d noticed it,’ she said.She told the paper Johnson was more attentive when they were on nights out and that a friend later said he had not wanted anyone to think he was gay.When he dumped her, the budding singer ‘kept saying it was him and not me’ and Miss Swales realised he was not going to change his mind.She says she is baffled now at his admission that he is bisexual because, after they split up, she always believed he was gay.’I can only think he was told to say that so he would get both the gay and the straight vote,’ she said.But a source close to Johnson denied anyone else had been involved in the split.The dance teacher, from Reading, revealed his bisexuality in August after wowing the X Factor judges in his first audition and becoming an early favourite to win the £1million recording contract on offer.’I am a massive flirt. I wouldn’t rule out someone just because of their gender,’ he said at the time.

Since then, he has been pictured out and about with both men and women amid ongoing speculation about his love life.X Factor judge Dannii Minogue sparked fury on the first live show when she appeared to make a reference to his sexuality.Mr Johnson, 27, performed a rendition of Jennifer Hudson’s I’m Telling You, but altered the lyrics to make it appear he was singing to a woman rather than a man.Minogue said: ‘If we’re to believe what we read in the papers, there was no need to switch the gender reference in that song’ but later apologised.Johnson is now battling for a place in the quarter-final, with tonight’s results set to decide which of the five acts will not make it to the next round.

Wax Factor: Hirsute Simon Cowell has hair stripped from back of his hands

With his bright white smile and permanently tanned skin, Simon Cowell makes no secret of the importance of his appearance.But the multi-millionaire X Factor judge has now taken his vanity to another level – by getting the hair on the back of his hands removed.The 50-year-old, whose hairy chest is a regular feature of the holiday season in the Caribbean, has been booking himself for some hot-wax beauty treatments.

And the difference is noticeable. Cowell’s hands are now silky smooth – in stark contrast to his forearms, which are covered in thick, dark hair. The music mogul, who was seen minus the fuzz by 14million viewers on ITV’s X Factor last night, has also previously admitted to having injections to get rid of the lines in his face.He said: ‘I’ve had botox. But, then again, pretty much everyone I know has, except Cheryl Cole.’

McFly rocker Danny replaces Miss England ‘08 girlfriend with ‘07 model

Well im sorry…I met Danny Jones and the rest of Mcfly when I stayed at The Lowry Hotel one night…they invited me in to their after show party and as everyone partied…he slowly turned into a grade A tosser…so dont worry love…hes no loss.

When it comes to must-have gadgets and cars the general rule is the newer the better. But it seems this rule doesn’t apply to Miss England models.Pop rocker Danny Jones from McFly has replaced his Miss England 2008 girlfriend with Miss England 2007, according to newspaper reports.The lucky musician first dated the ‘08 beauty queen Laura Coleman after they met at the Miss World finals in South Africa.

Seeing double: Danny Jones is reportedly dating Miss England ‘07 Georgia Horsley (left) He has previously had a relationship with Miss England ‘08 Laura Coleman (right)

The 23-year-old chart topper ditched his long-term girlfriend Olivia Shaw, 25, for Laura soon after the meeting and they went on to date for a number of months. But now sources have revealed a ‘mystery blonde’ seen on Danny’s arm recently is none other than Georgia Horsley, the winner of Miss England 2007. It seems Danny, whose hits with McFly include That Girl, is irresistibly drawn to long lustrous locks and dazzling white teeth. The girlfriend swap happened after the cheeky chap was invited to this year’s Miss London competition. The event was co-hosted by close friends Georgia and Laura but attendees reported Danny was soon showing a decided preference for 22-year-old Georgia. ‘You could see that Danny and Georgia were going to get together. All the chemistry was there,’ a friend of Laura’s said last night. ‘Laura really cared about Danny,’ the friend told The Sunday Mirror. ‘It’s particularly hurtful that he’s run off with Georgia.’ However, a Miss England spokeswoman insisted Laura and Georgia are still friends despite the new relationship. She said the Miss England camp wished the new couple ‘all the best’.

Difficult choice: Pop artist Danny Jones has struck gold twice dating two beautiful blondes. He first saw Miss England ‘08  followed by Miss England ‘07

Todays WTF!!