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Hit the erase button ! If you knew everything that was in there, in my head that is you'd be getting my snapshot of the world. Once I'd decided to try camping, what could go wrong with that. A pretty girl had snuck up unbeknownst and asked me if I was pulling myself. The tent thing makes you vulnerable and people will trap you, after all you're on a public space that belongs to everyone. She said her boyfriend didn't have enough to keep her happy and I had to be made aware of that. Did they want a threesome? She was kinda hot but why me? We went to a bar that night and she wanted to dance so yeah we did and she pressed her warm titts against me. I was immediately excited and awkward too. It didn't take much to get me in a bonking mood. Maybe they were pulling a scam or something I was unfamiliar with. Her boyfriend and I decided to go out and play some golf and she decided to come along for the walk. Her thighs were really pretty and I guess she was showing them off wearing a short dress for my benefit. He maybe wanted out and thought it would be fun to help her find a date. Maybe he couldn't get it up at all and couldn't continue with the travesty. They were new to traveling too, so they were perhaps not sure of the ropes and the accepted behaviors. I thought she'd be a<b> wicked </font></b>parent, and she'd knock on her bedroom doors politely asking them if they were pulling themselves. Her laugh was infectious and everything about her made me want to bonk her even more. Some about me or something I was doing was turning her on and I had no idea what that was. An innate gift I had that some guys dreamed of having. That was one thing they didn't warn you about meditation and you'd develop this superpower with your mind. You'd drop into things and enjoy them just as much. I'd worked out that my dead faced joker stints were a hit and I practiced them like rehearsing a stage performance, then a girl who'd worked on a TV drama suggested I try out for a role, and I was initially petrified, but she talked me into it, "just be yourself and everything will take care of itself". She told me. "They'll love you!" It was when I watched the tape back that I got a glimpse of what others were seeing in me, it was like a transparency had left my inner workings open for anyone to see. The rush of life was taking me on a journey and all my thoughts on the bizarre experience were written plainly on my face. The role I'd chosen didn't leave me any room for deception. I was playing it straight and my characters love interest was a sweet blond girl who made the matters of life seem simple. I was being taught the basic matters of life. What was expected of me but my screwy character would play off a slant on reality to dodge all the bullets headed my way. But inside I hid a secret, and as much as I tried to repress it the more it wanted to great the daylight. Something inside wanted to break out in a ditty of song and dance as if that was the true medium that I was comfortable with. I wanted to make people laugh and lose their senses and self awareness and laugh till they cried. I knew if I started out every day with the right ritual I was sure to build something. I would understand the workings of the world and be able to fit all its pieces together to make it work. Everything that made me question as to why it was there would be allowed to flourish. To give of itself in volumes of unabated displays of passion. Theater was for bringing together and making work what in real life fell short !!!!    Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!  |
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"You dirty little b*y, didn't I tell you not to wank yourself?" "Now get dressed and come with momma !" "Today we're going to the planet of flowers, where young girls dance in the sunshine and eat ice cream but you'll soon pick it apart with that dirty mind of yours." I knew she was right and although I could sit on a park bench and eat ice cream as good as any my dirty little mind would take me on a journey. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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I too think often of sex, but not all the time, just daytime and nighttime !
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I too think often of sex, but not all the time, just daytime and nighttime !  Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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Maybe you need to get a flash mob together
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Maybe you need to get a flash mob together Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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