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A platonic female friend of mine came over a few weeks ago to see my new place. I tried to clean before her visit. In a rush I stuffed a few dirty clothes in my armoir, all rolled up in a tangled ball.

As I was showing her the bedroom I felt compelled to open up the armoir though I don't know why. Thinking about the dirty ball of clothes, I naturally opened up the other door of the armoir so she wouldn't see what a slob I really am. She glanced in, then looked up to the top shelf and stopped. What she saw was a bottle of astro-glyde, a stack of porn magazines and my quite extensive collection of porn videos. She looked up there for quite some time, but never said a word. It was obvious what she was looking at. When she finally looked away I quickly closed the armoir door and hurried her off to another room.

What do you think was on her mind as she stared at my masturbation supplies? Was it a turn on for her? Would she have been confused? She didn't seem disgusted, so I don't think it was that. What do you think?

Also, I've been thinking about telling her and some other friends that I post pictures of myself here. I'm not trying to seduce any of them, but it would be a huge turn on if I knew they were at least interested in having a look. Do you think I should do it? If so, should I do it annonymously or directly? What would your response be if a *friend* sent something like that to you? I'd really like to know.

What is this a picture of?



A) NN girl's vibrator immediately after pulling out from a really creamy perv session

B) NN girl's boyfriend after coating his COCK with icing and then sticking it in the fridge for an hour

C) NN guy's member just after cumming with his COCK hanging over the side of his olympic bobsled

D) Wind blown ice on a decorative light house along Lake Erie

This article was sent to me by a friend who is obviously proud of his community. If any of you want to know the town where "Going topless is not illegal", send me a PM.

Topless protesters challenge idea of ‘decency’

It’s bombs and war — not a little public nudity — that is indecent, say area activists

By CHRIS CONRAD
Mail Tribune

A group of women protesting Bush administration policies bared their breasts on the local Plaza Saturday afternoon, saying "war profiteering" and "cluster bombs," not nudity, are indecent.

"We’re demonstrating what decency and freedom look like," said activist Sherry Glaser of Mendocino County, Calif., who organized the protest.

Glaser, who said she just returned from a similar protest at the White House last week, said her goal is to "protect definitions" such as decency and freedom by going topless in public places.

A crowd of about 50 watched as six women — and two men — peeled off their tops and held signs reading "Breasts Not Bombs" above their heads.

Glaser then jumped on a black box labeled "Soapbox" and cried into a bull horn, "We are here exhibiting our First Amendment rights. ... We find that a lot of the policies of the Bush administration are indecent."

The crowd remained silent. Numerous people took pictures with cameras and cell phones.

A resident and first-time protester Miranda Molea yelled at the mob.

"This is a protest, people. You are allowed to clap," she said.

Molea and her friend, Natasha Vilven, then dashed to the sidewalk along East Main Street, holding their signs high. Much car-honking ensued.

A man standing across the street screamed, "Put your shirt on." His vain plea was answered by a woman running from the crowd, shucking her top, to join the protesters.

"It’s a lot safer seeing breasts coming down the street than Hummers and tanks," Glaser said into the megaphone.

The megaphone prompted a visit from the local police. An officer told Glaser she needed an amplification permit. Glaser continued her rant sans megaphone.

"Power to the women! Rise up! We need you!" she said. Going topless is not illegal in the area.

The crowd was largely supportive of the nudity in its midst.

"I think that it’s sad that it takes something like this to get someone’s attention," A resident Charman Johnson said. "I wish I had the courage to bare my breasts."

Vilven said that her desire to protest came from her mother, who took her to a Grateful Dead concert when she was 2 years old.

"I’ve been trying to find a better way to protest the war for three years," she said. "This is just the first time I’ve done it without clothing."

Glaser handed out copies of the Bill of Rights after the protesters put their shirts back on. She said that many protests don’t do enough to remind people of their rights.

"We do something more educational than simply holding signs," she said.

Following the hourlong protest, Glaser and her fellow demonstrators, many of them she had just met, traded hugs and phone numbers.

"Now we’re heading to Sacramento to confront Arnold," she said.



I'll bet those hugs were fun! Which do you think should be legal, showing your breasts or bush?

A quiet, dark skinned young Asian woman changed seats in the coffee shoppe. She had been sitting alone at a table toward the middle of the room, but with obvious purpose she moved to a table not far from the handsome yet tired young Asian man who had been slowly reading the Sunday paper for over an hour. She aligned herself in front of him, facing directly at him. He was aware that she'd moved, but he didn't look up at her to verify her presence.

He had barely communicated with his girlfriend when she was at his table earlier. I watched then as the girlfriend attempted to make conversation, get him to look at her, or in any way pay her any attention. She was more mature than the dark skinned girl, but just as alienated. She moved around a lot, getting up for more napkins or to go to the bathroom, but he didn't stir.

She even threw a couple of glances my way, and she saw I was watching them. She'd look me in the eye as she passed on each of her trips out into the room. I smiled, she smiled, but there was no more contact than that.

Eventually the girlfriend thought of a reason to leave the shoppe. She had the most pleased look when the idea came to her. I couldn't hear what she said but I could almost read her words through her actions. "Hey! How about if I go ________ (look for that shower curtain or buy mom a present or whatever her idea was)?" He barely nodded ascent, and she was off. One last look for me? No. Oh well. Maybe she'll be back.

The handsome young man looked as though he dozed off while sitting alone. He could have had a hard night, but tonight would be the night to celebrate. It was New Year's Eve day. I wondered if he was always this way, stoic, incommunicative, not seeming to care. I wondered if he had grown weary of his partner's enthusiastic nature. She seemed to be growing tired of his laconic ways. But she didn't look as though she had given up on the relationship yet.

This guy was so attractive he probably got attention from other women all the time. It was no surprise that the dark skinned girl had picked him out of the crowd. But her attempt at catching his eye seemed very uncharacteristic for an Asian female. She sat at her table staring solely at this good looking, well built, fashionable man with so much hope in her eyes she could have been playing a part in a soap opera. It being the last day of the year she may have been desparate for a New Year's Eve date or to fulfill a promise she made to herself 364 days before, to find a boyfriend by year's end.

She stayed in the same position, only moving to sip her coffee, for a good long time. I don't think he ever looked up. But suddenly he got out of his seat, walked past me toward the counter or the bathroom, never acknowleging the attention from the dark skinned girl. Moments later he slipped out the door and walked away. I had the feeling he didn't want to give her anything to go on, and finally felt trapped enough to escape. "Good boy", I thought. Whatever his issues with his girlfriend, he wasn't allowing any other entanglements to make things worse.

The dark skinned woman stayed in her seat a minute or two after the handsome man left. I guessed she didn't want to look like she was stalking him by closely following him out the door. His signals were obvious. Or were they?

With resignation the dark skinned woman got up from her seat and left the shoppe. As she pushed open the door I could see she was disappointed, but she wasn't defeated. She would find another man to sit before and hope. After all, there was a new year on the way.

so last night i dreamt i was cuddling with the mother of one of my kids friends. shes definitely cute but not the first mom in the neighborhood i thought was hot. lately she has become pretty much the most desirable mom at the schoolyard for me mostly because shes sweet and a good mom. shell talk to me when many of the other moms wont. i know her husband and hes a real nice guy so i wouldnt try to get into her pants but it would be nice to know she gets some hots for me.

then later I dreamt something about my ex (the kids mom). 1 of us was in danger in some way, calling out for the other. i was willing to help her, i guess it was her needing the help. i think i did. there was some kind of closeness between us in the end but no sex or hugging, but something.

what the hell is going on here? i have a gf and im not going back to the ex. im not going to do anything with the cute mom either. do i need to be needed? do i just need some hugs?