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Posted: 8 Sep 2011 06:55
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When the day started turning to night and the sky in the west turned into a fiery orange-red blaze, I went out of my house and walked to the next one. When I stepped on the sidewalk, anxiety started to swirl in my stomach; the mouth went dry, and streams of blood flowed into the cavernous tissue of my excretory organ. On the road to John's place I tried to keep my mind clear and calm. Various dirty images just kept flooding my consciousness. As I walked by the white fence standing between mine's and John's lawns, my dick went totally hard. A tent pointing upwards formed in the front of my shorts. I had wished that this wouldn't occur till I am inside John's house, but the teenage body works in a different modality than your mind.
I walked through the lawn on a red cobbled pathway toward John's crib, climbed the three wooden steps of the porch and pushed the doorbell button. A tight knot twisted in my belly. Hot and sticky perspiration appeared on the spine. The legs felt weak and woobly.
The white door opened. John appeared in the entrance. The gray shirt still covered his body, but the jean shorts were gone. Long blue plain pants contoured his legs. For a second John's happy eyes looked at my face, then they shifted to the lower parts of my body.
“Wow! You're turned on already,” he commented.
“What about you?” I teased him.
“Mine is tired right now. I couldn't help myself and jacked off a lot during the afternoon.”
I walked inside and said:
“And what must I do now? I kept my hands off the tool all afternoon only to hear that you're tired?”
John closed the main door.
“You can wait till I am ready or you can masturbate alone,” he said. A dirty gleam passed trough his eyes.
“You're so waiting for the latter one, right?” I asked while removing the green sneakers.
“I always wanted to see a guy wanking right in front of me,” John said. A red blush appeared on his cheeks.
“You're a pervert,” I commented.
“Don't tell me that you never fantasized about jacking off in such way that someone could see you,” John said. ”Also explain me then why you jacked off earlier sitting on the bed and looking at my room.”
My heart sunk. A tsunami of sweat washed over my body. But my erection didn't weaken. John walked past me to the stairs leading on the second floor ahead.
I followed him, unable to say anything. Embarrassment and arousal were the only emotions in my immature mind. Embarrassment because of the fact that someone watched me; arousal because of the knowledge that if was my best friend and the hottest being I had ever met who looked at me.
On the second floor we turned right, and went to a white door on the left in the end of the hallway. On the road there I kept looking at John's buttocks and at the bands of the underwear around the thighs, visible through the thin blue fabric of his pants. My right hand itched with the desire to stroke his ass, but something stopped it. Something told me that it's better to take it slow. The result will be better.
John's room looked pretty. A big window on the right let the remaining rays of the day fall onto the red carpet with yellow paisley patterns. The bed covered with a dark green sheet stood in the far left corner of the room. Next to it there was a large wardrobe made from light brown wood. On the left the computer desk was located. Next to the entrance stood a large bookshelf, however most of the shelves were filled with CD-s.
John went to the middle of the room. I walked next to him and looked right out of the window. I could see very clearly my room. So clearly that I even could read the time on my electronic clock. It was six thirty pm. The night was only beginning. I looked at John. A kinky smile appeared at my face. My tent in the shorts twitched.
“What we will do now?” He asked with a kinky voice and looked into my eyes. I looked into his and something passed between us. I felt a surge of courage. Or was it just lust? It doesn't matter now. The most important thing is that at that moment I walked to John and placed my lips onto his. It was soft and tender kiss with no penetration. And it was the most arousing thing for me. And for John also. His tired member unfolded in less than a few seconds and started poking into my belly right above the top of my tent. I don't remember for how long it lasted. Time didn't matter at that moment. Only the silky and slightly wet lips of my best friend mattered. While we were kissing I moved my left hand down his spine till the buttocks. I caressed slowly the curves of his ass, feeling the bands of the underwear underneath my digits. I even moved my hand between the thighs and made John jump from surprise and squeeze the legs when the fingers reached the scrotum. My right hand was working on John's left side, from the armpit till the pelvis. When it reached the waistband of my friend's pants for the third time, it slipped under them and moved to his buttocks.
While I was doing this, John kept me aroused. His hand were as skillful as mine and seemed to know every secret of my body. John placed both hands on my shoulders and then slowly, very slowly moved them to my buttocks. They went under the waistband of my shorts and stroked my ass through the underwear. It was in indescribable feeling. It was as if the softest wind caressed my young thighs and with every blow brought a wave of tingling pleasure at that area. Also at the same time we were rubbing our dubs against each other through the clothes in order to enhance the sensations and bring closer the petite mort.
When we broke the kiss, we looked into each other eyes. It was then when we both understood why we were doing this. And it wasn't wrong. We were close friends with the same problems, with the same fears. It was natural that our friendship transformed into something more deep. None of us said a word at that moment because it was clear already. True feelings aren't expressed in words but in silence.
I caressed John's left cheek with the fingers of my hand. He did the same thing. I closed the eyes and enjoyed the feeling. His fingers stroked my cheeks and then passed on my lips, sending electrical shivers of pleasure through my face and down into the body. I did the same thing for him.
“Do you want me to masturbate in front of you or you're ready for mutual action?” I asked.
“What do you want to do?” He said and smiled.
I smiled back and said:
“Sit on the bed.”
John's smile became wider.
“I will do what you want but with one condition. I will suck you later.”
“No problem,” he said and ran to the bed.
John sat on it and spread the legs a little. The tent in the pants was shocking. My hand just ached from the desire to do something to it. I went closer to John. So close that the front of my shorts was in front of his face. John smelled the air and the tent in his pants twitched.
“Can I touch you while you're doing it?” He asked.
“You can do anything you want to me,” I said and then removed my blue shirt revealing my pale skinny body with a flat belly and ribs visible trough the skin. I threw the shirt on the floor and then moved the right hand onto my groin. I moved it up and down a little. When I got tired of this I pulled down the shorts. The only remaining garment on my body were the underwear made from a thin semitransparent white fabric. There was a wet spot on the top of my circus tent. I wanted to remove them too, but John's right hand stopped it. He folded the fingers around my glans. I went to heaven from the touch. It was as if nuclear bomb of pleasure exploded in my groin and sent a hair rising wave of electric euphoria trough all my body.
John moved the fingers down the outline of my shaft and then stroked my balls with the palm of the hand. The feeling was so intense that I stood on the fingers of the legs and moved my groin closer to John's face. So close that I could feel his warmth breath on my genitalia.
When John finally took the hand away, I shifted the weight back on the soles of the feet, grasped the waistband of the white undies with both hands and finally pulled down the last layer of clothing from my personal area. My three and a half inch long penis pointed right at John's forehead. Half of the glans was free from prepuce showing the dark red, almost purple top of my boyhood. The skin there glimmered like if it was covered in something oily. A drop of clear liquid appeared from the urethral orifice. Large blue veins were visible trough the surface of the shaft's aroused red skin. At the base of the cock there was a little patch of short straight black hair. The whole area groin was of a whiter shade than the rest of the body. I even could see the line in the lower belly demarcating the white zone from the rest of the body.
Something touched the back side of the glans, then I felt something wet at the base of my dick. Every hair on my body stood from the sensation. I looked down and saw John's tongue touching my naked flesh and his nose poking against my glans. John's tongue went up the shaft. I felt as if I died and were in heaven. My best friend - the idol of my fantasies, the only person I cared about outside the family - was licking me. When he reached the bulb of my rod, I closed the eyes and threw the head back. I was close to an orgasm, but not quite there. The pleasurable feeling behind the balls got stronger and tightened the whole area there. The bulb of my penis got bigger and redder. All my muscles in the pelvic area became tense. Sweat covered all my body. At that moment I understood what tachycardia means.
John removed the tongue. The trail he left on the backside of my dick felt chilly, and this drove me nuts from sensory overload.
“You smell and taste good,” he whispered and smiled.
Then he placed the right hand under my enlarged from arousal testicles and moved it to and fro. It was the last straw. I felt the extreme yet pleasurable tightening in the genitals, and then my glans enlarged and spurted the first load. And it was followed by another one. And another one. And another one. I felt as if the orgasm will never subside.
The first and the biggest load of the white fluid covered John's nose and forehead. He then lowered the body back, and the second load fell on his gray shirt; the third one on the tent in the blue pants. The remaining spurts found place on the green sheet between his legs.
“Yuck!” John said.”You could have said that you're cumming.”
Then he wiped the cum off his face with the right sleeve of the shirt.
“Don't be so negative. I hit the jackpot,” I said and pointed at the long liquid white thread on the blue fabric of his pants in the groin, right on the outline of his erected member.
Jonh saw it and then spread it with the hand around the area. The white liquid changed in a dark wet spot.
“One part of our deal is done. Now lets proceed to the next one,” I said and sat on the knees between John's legs.
The first thing I did was smelling the air. John's pheromone filled scent was dulled by the chemical one of my sperm. But this didn't stopped me from being aroused. I put the hand on the knees and moved them very slowly upwards. John half laid on the bed with the body supported by the elbows. His hand rested on both sides of the thighs, and I could see how they twitched from impatience. I lifted one angle of the mouth. I decided to do my part really slow, so to drive John to the highest peaks of sexual experience.
With every centimeter of the movement upwards my hand moved from the outer side to the inner side of John's thighs. I felt with my palms the warm skin of his legs, the blood pulsating through the arteries and veins situated closer to the epidermis and the the tensed muscle beneath it. Two centimeters away from the groin my right hand already felt the sensual heat of John's hidden parts of the body. The left hand meanwhile returned back to the outer side of the right thigh and continued upwards to the buttock, to the waistband of the pants.
The first thing I touched through the fabric of the pants was the soft and supple skin of John's scrotum. My friend gasped. I felt how his thighs tensed from the contact.
Then I moved the hand on the wet spot covering Jon's hot rod. Again I was impressed by how long it felt. I stroked John's wank trough the pants and then moved the right hand to the top of the tent. When the forefinger arrived there, John gasped again and threw back the head.
“I hope you're not cumming,” I asked.
“Not, but close to that,” he whispered. I tickled the top several times and then proceeded to the waistband. I moved John's shirt up, then pulled down the blue pants till the middle of the thighs. The light blue underwear barely contained John's monster. While looking at the stretched to the max fabric with a wet spot on the highest point, I wondered if it will rip any minute now.
Now John's smell was almost suffocating. This musky and fishy scent clouded my mind with a red haze. I placed my hands around the waistband of the underwear and also pulled them down to the middle of the thighs.
In front of me there was only the magical tool, the thing that drives almost every male in the world. At that moment I felt excitement from seeing the last hidden part of my best friend's body, also a feeling of success because I will the first outsider who will touch it and bring juice from it.
John's penis was longer than mine. To my eyes it looked five, maybe even five and a half inches long. The red from arousal foreskin covered the bulb of John's organ. Prominent veins elevated from under the skin of the shaft. What impressed me was that John still had no hair on the pubic area. There were only one or two on the skin of his tightened and big scrotum. John's genital area was of a whiter shade than the rest of the body with clear borders on the lower abdomen and thighs, just like mine.
The only thing I could smell at this moment was John's boyhood. It was so arousing that even my exhausted dick twitched and stood up again. I lowered my head into John's genital area and started licking the scrotum. My tongue explored every valley between the wrinkles covering the nutsack, and with every lick John gasped. When I got tired of licking balls I proceeded to the shaft. My tongue felt the warm silky soft skin of the tool and the hard steel beneath it. John stopped moving. All his body was in a state of tension. He breathed in small gasps with long pauses between inhalation and exhalation. I could feel with my hands placed on the thighs how sweat excreted from the pores of the skin and evaporated, filling the place with a warm, suffocating sensual mist. I reached the top of the tower and moved my tongue underneath the prepuce. John thrust the pelvis up and threw the head back. I feared that he will cum any minute, but nothing happened after it. I didn't want John to ejaculate so early. I wanted to play more with his jewels. I guessed that John's extensive onanism in the afternoon prevented him from an early ejaculation right now and I was happy about it.
Tasting his rubbery oily glans was a like tasting an exotic meal, and this meal felt salty, with small hints of bitterness. When I moved my thrill seeking tongue to John's urethra's opening, the bitterness of the skin intensified. The licking of a big glob of precum revealed the source of this bitterness. Apart from taste, the texture of the dickhead's skin was something new. Never before I had licked something so velvety and smooth.
I could pass my tongue around John's genitalia all night but I had different plans. I wanted to envelope it fully with my mouth and feel it's hardness, warmth, pulsation in my mouth. I bent my head over it and tried to put in my mouth. After about a minute of useless attempts, I understood that it's impossible to place John's dick in the mouth while my friend is in a half laying position. I lifted my head up and wanted to tell my John about the problem, but I didn't manage to convey my words in thoughts because a moment later he straightened the body. The groin got lower, so low that the huddled and enlarged scrotum touched the blue sheets of the bed. John's red aroused knob emerged from between the legs. The purple and read head reminded me of police sirens, maybe due to its colour or the amount of attention it attracted. But I didn't thought about it for too long. I plunged my head back into my friend crotch, and my mouth covered one quarter of John's shaft. How did it felt? Imagine putting the thumb finger into the mouth, then try feeling it like if it was without the nail and bones. If you achieved this, try to imagine the finger as very velvety, warm and pulsating. As final touch add a salty and bitter taste together with a fishy sensual smell. That's how John's wand felt in my mouth with the glans scratching against the palate.
John's breath stopped for a minute. For a long time there was no exhalation. When finally John breathed out I started moving my tongue around the shaft and around the glans, both above and under the prepuce. A big deal of attention I payed to the frenulum on the back of John's dick. Every time I passed there he would gasp and tense all the muscles in the thighs. Also, his dick would twitch, sending an orb of bitter precum on my hard palate. This, however, didn't last long.
After three or four minutes of oral stimulation, John couldn't hold the orgasm no more and ejaculated straight into my mouth. The advent of the orgasm came with the sudden jerk of his body. John threw the head back and thrust the pelvis ahead. His dick hit straight in the roof of my mouth; in less than a second it swelled and spurted the first load of semen into my mouth. When I felt the hot and salty liquid in my mouth, I pulled my head away from John's personal fountain, but John's dick was faster than my instincts. The second load still went into my mouth, and the third load hit me in the face right below my nose. By quickly pulling back the head I missed the fourth by few millimeters. It fell with a weak thud on the bed's sheet. The next three emissions followed the same pattern. After them, the little spurts just appeared from the urethra and trickled down John's dick.
A minute of blissful silence stood after the orgasm. I looked at John's esctatic face while playing with his sperm in my mouth. It was difficult to swallow due to the sticky quality and the weird salty taste. I swallowed it in little bits. After ten gulps, my mouth was free from it. The only thing reminding about the sperm was an unpleasant bitter taste. The semen on my face trickled down on my lips and I used the chance to wipe it with my tongue. Another thing reminding of semen - apart from the taste in my mouth and white-gray puddles on the bed between John's legs - was the smell. The room was just filled with a smell very similar to the one of detergents or washing powder. This odour seemed to have a palpable physical quality despite being invisible. It felt like a warm mist, a mist that gave me desire to continue various sexual shenanigans with John. However, my dick was against it. Yes, it was aroused, but one stroke of the shaft send a bolt of pain through the groin. Too little time had passed since the last ejaculation. The same thing was happening to John.
My friend opened the eyes and just pulled back the underwear and pants. The only things showing signs of recent sexual activity were the semen stains on the bed.
“Wow! You're amazing! We should try it once again!” John exclaimed in an exited and energetic tone. Instead of feeling tired after intense erotic experience, he felt energetic and aroused (not in that meaning). To be true, I also felt this way. There wasn't a single trace of exhaustion in my body.
“Later, okay! My dick's tired,” I responded, then wiped John's cum from my face with the back of my right hand.
“Placed it right into the place,” John said with a smile on the face. “ How did my cum taste.”
“Great! Do you eat too much salt?” I asked.
John smiled. “No! I hope to taste yours, when you'll be ready for it.”
“Oh you will!” I said and winked at him.
Then I stood up on the feet, pulled up the underwear and short from the ankles, found the shirt on the floor and wore it.
When I dressed up, I looked at the time in the lower right angle of John's computer desktop. The things that struck me most was the amount of that time passe since the beginning of our hidden act. It felt like more than an hour had passed since we began kissing and stroking, when in fact all our actions took less than fifteen minutes.
“What we will do now?” John asked while standing up from the bed. When he stood, a noticeable but tired tent formed in the front of the blue pants.
I smiled at him and said:
“I am hungry!”
He smiled and went toward the door. I followed him and in the doorway, while looking at his little tent, I just let go of my control and grabbed the area between John's legs. He jumped from surprise. I giggled and ran away from him. It was not long before John caught me in the living room, placed we with the spine up on a sofa, moved a hand between my legs and started touching my private parts till my dick jerked in his hands. After it, I turned around and promised I will do the same to him. John just smiled and ran into the kitchen.
All the night was spent in such sensual delights. We would grab each other at every available opportunity, dry hump each other both while wearing shorts ( pants in John's case) or underwear, suck each other or satisfy each other with the help of various toys. One thing I liked the most was the “who will cum last” challenge. It went for several hours in the early morning. We would stroke our members close to the point of no return and then wait for some time. When the feeling of impending orgasm went away, we resumed our masturbation. The one who wouldn't be able to stand the pressure of the twilight zone will lose. The problem was that no one intended to lose, so we switched to mutual masturbation. The game ended in a mere flash with both of us getting the strongest orgasm in our lives. After it we both fell asleep in each others arm, swimming in pools of otherworldly and electrical warmth, with our clothes laying all around the room's floor.
We repeated our sexual adventures every day and on daily basis, We would dry hump each other or try to stroke our soft flesh in open spaces outside home, totally unafraid of being caught. The same pattern would be repeated then in the evening at our homes. We have tried everything two horny teens can do during that summer.
“Is it over?” Annah asked impatiently. She lay on a round yellow water bed, wearing white panties only. Her breasts were open to the caresses of fresh evening breeze and voyeurs' stares from the flat complex across the road.
“Yes! Wow! Who knew that writing gay porn is so exciting!” Penelope responded. “You know. I feel so horny right now.”
“Then come here,” the brunette in the bed responded, while preparing her genitalia with the right hand for prolonged mutual masturbation ahead. “Today we'll gonna reach cloud nine.”
“Do you think John loves me,” Penelope asked dreamily.
“After what you write about him...Nah!”
Penelope looked at Hannah with sad eyes. “Sometimes I wish I were a guy, so that I could do this stuff with him for real.”
Hannah rolled the eyes. ”You know you can just talk to him, go out with him and so on...”
“I want this kind of experience from a guy's viewpoint. Not as a girl, but a boy!”
“Come here and be my boy!” Hannah said kinkily.
The blonde girl stood up from behind the comp-
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven
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#72
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 06:56
A little boy and hsi dad are walking down the street and they see two dogs fucking. The little boy asks his father, "Daddy what are they doing?" , They're trying to make puppies the father replies.
Later that night watching animal planet with his son, they see two lions fucking, they little bay asks his father , "Daddy what are they doing?" They're trying to make kittens the father replies.
The little boy walks into his parents room around 1;30 in the morning and sse's his parents fucking and says "Daddy what are you doing?" "We're trying to make you a little brother or sister", the father replies
"Turn her over I want a puppy", the little boy blurts out
What I've felt
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Never free
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#73
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 06:57
A little old man (pedophile?) came by the playground and asked, "Where are the Children?"
I said, "There are no children, the school is closed."
The little old man came by the playground again and asked, "Where are the Children?"
I said, "There are no children, the school is closed."
The third the old man cam by and said where are the children?"
I thought of something...I said, "Okay, spell dog as in 'dogmatic',"
And he replied, "D-O-G."
I said, "Spell 'cat' as in cataclysmic."
And he spelled, "C-A-T."
Then I said, "Spell 'fuck' as in children."
And he said, "There ain't no fuck in children!"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" I said.
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
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#74
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 06:58
There once was an old lady named 'Lil'
She used a stick of dynamite for a thrill!
They found her vagina in North Carolina,
And bits of her tits in Brazil!
A pirate, history relates
Was scuffling with some of his mates
When he slipped on a cutlass
Which rendered him nutless
And practically useless on dates
A randy marsupial named Reeves
Spent some time with the whores 'tween their knees
When they'd asked him for money
He'd say "Listen honey
A koala eats bushes and leaves."
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven
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#75
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 06:59
A lady named Cindy works at a tickle me elmo factory, one day her boss hears she is majorly behind schedule and the toys are piling up the side of the conveyer belt. He decides to personaly handle it. He gos to that part of the building and sure enough there Cindy is, inbetween mountians of tickle me elmos. He noticed she was glueing two cotton balls to the upper thigh of it. The boss walks over to her and says "I told u to give all of them two test tickles.
What I've felt
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Never free
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#76
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 07:00
A child and his father are out in the garden one day and the kid asks his dad is that a mommy longleg under that daddy longleg? The dad says " no son, there are no mommy longlegs." The father feels proud at his sons intuitiveness, until his son smashes them and says"we'll have non of that gay shit around here".
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Never free
Never me
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#77
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 07:01
A little boy goes to his dad and asks, “What is politics?”
Dad says, “Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I’m the breadwinner of the family, so let’s call me capitalism. Your Mom, she’s the administrator of the money, so we’ll call her the Government. We’re here to take care of your needs, so we’ll call you the people. The nanny, we’ll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we’ll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense.”
So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents’ room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny’s room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, the little boy says to his father, “Dad, I think I Understand the concept of politics now.” The father says, “Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.”
The little boy replies, “Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.”
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#78
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 07:02
other is in the kitchen making supper for her family when her youngest
daughter walks in.
Child: Mother, where do babies come from?
Mom: Well dear... a mommy and daddy fall in love and get married. One night,
they go into their room... they kiss and hug and have sex. (The
daughter looks puzzled.) That means the daddy puts his penis in the
mommy's vagina. That's how you get a baby, honey.
Child: Oh, I see, but the other night, when I came into you and daddy's room,
you had daddy's penis in your mouth. What do you get when you do that?
Mom: Jewelry, dear.
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#79
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 07:02
The cops raided the local brothel and had all of the girls standing in line
waiting to enter the paddy wagon. A little old lady walked up and asked one
of the girls what the line was for. The girl sarcastically stated that they
were handing out lollipops. The little old lady, having missed the sarcasm,
liked the idea of getting free lollipops, so she got in line, too. When she
got up to the paddy wagon door, a cop said, "Hey grandma, aren't you a little
old to be doing this?" She replied, "As long as they keep making them, I'll
keep sucking them."
What I've felt
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Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
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#80
Posted: 8 Sep 2011 07:03
ianne goes to the doctor, and says, "Doctor, I've got a bit of a problem. I'll have to take my clothes off to show you."
The doctor tells her to go behind the screen and disrobe. She does so, and the doctor goes round to see her when she is ready.
"Well, what is it?" he asks.
"It's a bit embarrassing," she replies. "These two green circles have appeared on the inside of my thighs."
The doctor examines her and finally admits he has no idea what the cause is. Then he suddenly asks, "Is your boyfriend a Harley rider?"
The woman blushes and says, "Well, actually he is."
"That's the problem," the doctor says. "Tell him his earrings aren't real gold."
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven
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