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How To Make A Woman Do Anything In Bed

When Paul sent me this, I was a bit nervous about posting it. However, it's simply too good to keep to myself. Enjoy his wisdom. I love porn. I'm a man. Of course I love porn. When I watch Briana Banks , Jenna Jameson or Flick Shagwell do their thing, I can't help but wish that my girlfriend would be as freaky, playing with toys, sloppy blow jobs, anal craziness and experimenting with hard core bedroom games. In my first couple of relationships, I would suffer in silence. Sure, I was having plenty of sex but no one could come close to my favourite porn stars. The good news is that with age comes experience. I've learned how to turn every woman I sleep with into a bona fide porn star . These days, even the most frigid, conservative and church going women end up turning into raging nymphomaniacs. ( I'm assuming you already have a woman you can use this on. This article won't tell you how to actually get a woman. ) Your wife is a porn star T

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Usually I don't attend weddings, have given them a wide berth for quite a while and wild horses wouldn't have dragged me to one. It was for a simple reason - weddings were all the same, tired! When you didn't know the the bride or groom you didn't care what was going on, all you did was eat - the same menu at each wedding, drink sodas and socialize with friends (the reason you attended in the first place), and chat all thro the entire ceremony. So I made an exception this weekend and attended one, after a 2 year break how bad would it possibly be? And it wasn't really. It was a garden wedding, the service?All of 1 hour, the reverend/pastor, priest? very humorous - in short a beautiful ceremony. The bride was all decked out in a beautiful gown, the bridesmaid in pink, the bridal cars? beautiful mercs - there was a gorgeous convertible we considered jumping into and simply driving away but restrained ourselves. Then came the reception - the food was far from mediocre!

Life Goes On...

The rain pours on and I stare at the ceiling in the house, trying to forget yet another stupid heart break… Years have gone by as fast as minutes and over time. Dreams have turned into memories, some good; some bad, other dreams have just been shelved away and forgotten. Time flies by ever so faithfully and consistently. If only we were like time… Doing what we are meant to do instead of getting lost in frivolous activity. If only we were so reliable… But then life will be boring, wouldn’t it? It is the risks and uncertainties that make us laugh, cry, hope and strive. I look at the rain against the window. I feel like my tears are flowing at the same pace, but nothing matters now… If only I... (sniff)... no more regrets ... It is over… Again… It is over again. I just don't seem to learn... In fact, the world seems to promises yet another string of misadventures. I look at the screen of the phone and I envy it… So unemotional… Just buzzing away. I must have pressed the speed dial on