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Secret Agent Man - Erotic Story
Publié :8/10/2019 14h21
Dernière mise à jour :7/11/2019 7h11
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Let's clear up a few things, shall we?

I am writing a novel. You are getting the Preview Aka: Rough Draft

This Novel is a Combination of Science Fiction, Erotica, Spy Novel, Comedy, NON Fiction, Drama, and Suspense.

This Enigma is Pulling Parts of Her Novel From REAL Life Events, and Parts are Fictionalized.

This Enigma Feels as Though This is the BESTEST way start Her Career as a Novelist.

Imagine

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HNW: Cat Lady Style
Publié :13/11/2019 13h37
Dernière mise à jour :13/11/2019 15h07
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Half Naked Wednesday Cat Lady Style

So, true hippie living gypsy style, I'm diverging from the norm.

(George, she's it again, she doesn't follow the rulez very well, does she?

Rather than showing you body, I'm laying emotions bare you all.

This is Blondie



You may remember him from this post: Orange Ball Of Fur.



Him and Night Stalker have a “bromance”



It's really quite adorbz

He's, now, “LoverBoy”



Make no mistake, “chose” the fall last year, he just made work for it.



https://www.youtube./watch?v=hWSLgpQGw3I

“Queen of the Broken Hearts”
By
LoverBoy

Both sides are fightin'
You don't know who choose
You're stuck in the middle
And you can't lose
Both sides are talkin'
You've finally seen the light
You'll get it together
But not tonight
You were born with it
And now you got it
The way you want it
And you don't care
Cause nothin's gonna bring you down
You were born with it
And now you got it
And oooh you flaunt it
And you don't care
'Cause nothin's gonna bring you down,
No
But she's not kind of
I'm tellin' all the world
She was born the Queen of the Broken Hearts
She says she'll write you letters
But ain't face face
She'll give you a
But it's not her place...oh
Don't keep her waiting
Now see what you have done
You look in the mirror
It ain't no fun
You were born with it
And now you got it
The way you want it
And you don't care
Cause nothin's gonna bring you down,
No
You were born with it
And now you got it
And oh you flaunt it
And you don't care
'Cause nothin's gonna bring you down,
No
But she's not kind of
I'm tellin' all the world
She was born the Queen of the Broken Hearts
'Cause she's not kind of
I'm tellin' all the world
She was born the Queen of the Broken Hearts
'Cause she's not kind of
I'm tellin' all the world
She was born the Queen of the Broken Hearts
She was born the Queen of the Broken Hearts
She was born the Queen of the Broken Hearts
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Mike Reno / Paul Warren Dean
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Making Love Out of Nothing At All
Publié :13/11/2019 4h38
Dernière mise à jour :13/11/2019 14h46
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Will Continue, First Comment

HNW Cat Lady Style
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STORM
Publié :12/11/2019 9h24
Dernière mise à jour :13/11/2019 14h44
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Storm;

You know who you are, it's Mother Nature calling.

You know how to contact , I won't be going first this time, Father Time.

It's YOUR TURN

Intellectual, Philosophical, and Emotional Conversations REQUIRED

No more fuck and leave, that shit wasn't fair and you know it.

Luv

Debbi



My Ideal Person Free Thinkers Only

S.L.U.T.
By Bea Miller

I love myself, I wanna see it
When I turn around, look in the mirror
And if you don't like it, you can leave it
'Cause it's my own and I'll keep owning it
If you don't like what I'm wearing
Well, you're only bothered 'cause you're staring
And you'll never talk into caring
'Cause it's my own and I'll keep owning it
I'ma do just what I want on the regular
And it's really not my fault if you're scared of a
Sweet little unforgettable thing, unforgettable
Sweet little unforgettable thing, so incredible
Know that I'm not sorry, I'm just loving my body
I don't care if you scared of a sweet little unforgettable thing
I love my ass, I wanna shake it
You can thank my mama 'cause she made it
Don't you waste your breath tryna change it
Just mind your own and I'll keep owning it
We gotta learn to stick together
Love your color, gender or whatever
'Cause your happiness don't need a censor
Just mind your own and we'll keep owning it
I'ma do just what I want on the regular
And it's really not my fault if you're scared of a
Sweet little unforgettable thing, unforgettable
Sweet little unforgettable thing, so incredible
Know that I'm not sorry, I'm just loving my body
I don't care if you scared of a sweet little unforgettable thing
Shame, shame, shame on me, shame, shame, shame
Shame on me, baby, I ain't gon' change
Shame, shame, shame on me, shame, shame, shame
Shame on me, baby, I ain't gon' change (no, no, no)
Sweet little unforgettable thing, unforgettable
Sweet little unforgettable thing, so incredible
Know that I'm not sorry, I'm just loving my body
I don't care if you scared of a sweet little unforgettable thing
Shame, shame, shame on me
Shame on me, baby
Shame, shame, shame on me
Shame on me, baby
Sweet little unforgettable thing
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Beatrice Miller / Ido Zmishlany / Stephenie Nicole Jones
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MAGA
Publié :12/11/2019 6h23
Dernière mise à jour :13/11/2019 5h54
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Youre So Vain
Publié :12/11/2019 4h14
Dernière mise à jour :13/11/2019 5h56
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You walked into the party
Like you were walking on a yacht

Uh, no, I am usually just the wallflower a party, I like “watch” first.

Your hat strategically dipped below one eye

I hate most hats, and don’t feel like I look all good them Carly.

Your scarf, it was apricot

Oh…I like color


You had one eye on the mirror

Okay, okay, sometimes I look



And watched yourself gavotte

What’s a gavotte? Oh yeah, I have a search engine. Hold on…oh, it’s a French dance from the th Century. I love dance, and I love period pieces.

And all the girls dreamed they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and

If they did, you were actually dreaming

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain,
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?



Well, I don’t think I’m vain, I actually think I’m goofy as hell. but, yes, maybe this song is about ….

Oh, you had several years ago

It was more like about forty years ago when this song came out

When I was still naive

Yep, I was naive too

Well, you said we made such a pretty pair

It’s possible…

And you would never leave

I usually leave

But you gave away the things you loved

I swear, it’s not you..it’s .



And one of them was

I wasn’t giving you away, you’re your own person

I had some dreams, they were clouds in coffee

Did you? I hate coffee

Clouds coffee, and

If there are clouds your coffee, maybe you shouldn’t drink it

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, you’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

Okay, maybe this song is really about …

Well I hear you went Saratoga

No, I went to Michigan and Maine

And your horse, naturally, won

Do I have a horse? Let look….nope none present



Then you flew your Learjet up Nova Scotia

I don’t like fly, it scares the bejesus of . And, I haven’t been Canada since I was a young adult

see the total eclipse of the sun

I’ve seen one, but it wasn’t Nova Scotia

Well, you’re where you should be all the time

I certainly try be, but Father Time and I STILL have “issues”. I tend get confused when I plan and don’t plan well


And when you’re not, you’re with some underworld spy

Moi?

Or the wife of a close friend,
Wife of a close friend, and

Uh no, doesn’t sound like me

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, you’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

No, I actually no longer think this song is about me. Why did I think this song was about me?



Why yes, yes I do think I’m hysterical.


MAGA
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Dear Storm
Publié :11/11/2019 18h18
Dernière mise à jour :11/11/2019 20h35
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Dear S,

You know who you are, it's Mother Nature calling. And, you know what Mother Nature wants to do, don't you?

Do You Remember all Our Conversations, My Knight in White Chef Jacket?

Let's take it slow and start again. Real Talk.

Considering the Foundation of Trust we've already begun to build, it only makes sense.

You First, Father Time, You First.

Wanna go to IHOP? Or, maybe we can catch a movie?

How about you tell me? In my Inbox, Mr Kat.

This is way more fun for me than I even realized it could be.

Come be my FWB, S

Intellectual, Philosophical, and Emotional Conversations REQUIRED

Luv
Debbi
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Irony
Publié :11/11/2019 11h13
Dernière mise à jour :11/11/2019 19h15
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Irony: noun: the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.



Irony is coming back to a “sex site” to woo a man who disrespected you, in order to prove a point about Rpe Culture.



Irony is using the sounding board of a Presidential Candidate (Andrew Yang2020*dot*com)who speaks heavily about automation and what it's doing to our world to speak about Nature and Natural Beauty.



Irony is having people tell me to leave the past in the past on Veteran's Day



Irony is realizing the last man you were with long term that you met on Gay Personals, didn't respect you as much as you thought he did, And, still going back to Gay Personals to find a relationship because it worked so well before, amirite?



Irony is Finding Your True Joy again on Gay Personals by writing and blogging about Rpe Culture.

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Leave the Past in the Past
Publié :11/11/2019 6h08
Dernière mise à jour :12/11/2019 4h34
955 vues

Will Continue, First Comment
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Dear Man
Publié :10/11/2019 19h04
Dernière mise à jour :11/11/2019 11h57
1047 vues

Dear Man,

You know who you are, it's Nature calling. And, you know what Nature wants to do, don't you? You remember what I said that night? You've only just begun to taste heaven, kind sir.

You thought you knew me, but your low effort belied your true intentions. I preferred the man I met on his birthday. That's the kind of man that steals my soul.

I don't know what happened, or why you even got upset. It was like you were another person.

I wish you understood.

You Can Talk With Me, ya know.

Instead of at me, like you've been doing these last few go rounds...

If you ain't interested, no worries, it's cool. We both know I can live without you.

D

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...Never Too Early for Sex
Publié :10/11/2019 15h11
Dernière mise à jour :11/11/2019 19h40
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Written March2, ThousandFifteen

Friday was like most Fridays. Jason left for work first thing in the morning, I settled into the chair of sleepiness and turned on the tv. (The chair of sleepiness is what I Jason's recliner. It is, perhaps, the most comfortable chair I have ever been in and it can be difficult for stay awake when sitting in it sometimes) The first thing I should say is Jason finally got himself a new tv, it is of those 4k Ultra Definition Smart TVs. And, while I am not all that impressed with the “smartness” of it, the picture is outfuckingstanding.

Since he got this tv, I have had this desire watch all of favorite disaster movies on it. , I still possess weird love of disaster movies. I keep telling people, it's the action and the blowing shit up...sure. I mean, I love a good explosion. But, what stands in disaster movies that you rarely find in others is that people...young and old, black and white..usually end up working together for the “greater good”. You know, everyone ends up putting aside their differences so that the human race can survive. So, I'm a sucker for Utopian society, I can't help it.

The first time I lifted the remote Friday morning, I remember the reading the articles about how the mic picks up everything and they can record everything you say. (They being Samsung, says so right in the privacy policy...that they can record you) So, well, now I had to with the thing. Yep, I turned the tv on and started pushing the voice button to ask the tv stupid ass questions.

“Am I your slut?” I ask first

“Stop being so naughty” was the tv's reply

Okay, this is fun

“What's for breakfast?”

“What are you making..” the tv said

Oh , brilliant comebacks

“How much porn does Jason watch when I'm not here?”

“Please do”

Um..what?

“Please do what?” I asked it

“Draw me something”

Okay, , the tv isn't the most brilliant conversationalist. So much for smart, I can get better answers from roommate's year old daughter. After attempt at cracking myself up, I tuned the tv Netflix and on comes Sharknado. doesn't want watch Sharks flying through the air eating people on a 55” big screen with awesome graphics?

That reminds me, they are filming Sharknado 3 right here in Orlando, and there is a big part of me that thinks I should sign up be shark “bait”. I mean, come on, how fun would that be be a part of a disaster movie... of favorite genres. I don't even care if I get , I just want be eaten by a shark on the big screen. Come on, they could that shit up, webcam model going about her business “entertaining” on the web when a shark comes through the wall and bites head off...how's that for pop culture? Hehehe.

Anywho, I did usual started the day with a kind of slowness. I relaxed as I watched the sharks fly about the screen, and thought about what I was going make for dinner. By the time I settled on a simple meal of baked chicken and potatoes, the movie was over and I was ready to bake. So, I told new “friend” turn on the food network, and went into the kitchen.

While baking chocolate chip cookies with walnuts in them, Jason called to ask what we needed from the store. I promised to make him homemade French Onion Soup for dinner Saturday, and there were a few things we needed. After promising to text him list, he asked what I was doing. I told him the truth...I was fucking with his tv and baking.

“Where's Willow? Is she jealous of your new friend?” He asked

Willow is Jason's cat that be the “shop” cat. She was a stray that all the guys in the shop feed and adopted as their pet. Well, someone fed the cat antifreeze and when they came in one day, they found a very sick cat. The owner of the company spent a small fortune get the cat better, but they all knew she couldn't come back the shop. So, Jason took her in.

They have this kind of love-hate thing happening. He pretends he doesn't like her, and then showers her with affection, attention, buys her toys and treats every single time he is at the store. But, when he talks about her...she's a pain in his ass. Just like me...hmmm...pussy=pain in the ass. Epiphany! LMFAO.

“She's sleeping in her new bed, you know she loves that thing”

It was true, Willow had barely left that cat bed he bought her.

“Spoiled...just spoiled”

“Yes, but spoils her Jason?” teasing him

“I don't know what you're talking about”

“Mmmmhmmm” I responded.

“All right, I gotta go. Be good.”

“Always”

I finished baking the cookies and took a shower. I find it better to wait after I have baked and made mess before I shower, I'm messy. I can't seem help it, when I cook or bake...I make a mess. I should probably myself an apron...but somehow, I don't think that will stop me from getting flour EVERYWHERE! LOL

After cleaning the kitchen, I sat down to do some marketing for camming. Basically, marketing consists of me getting on twitter and tweeting pictures of me. I will tweet some inspirational stuff from time to time, when I can keep it down to 0 characters, that is. Then, time for some editing. I had an hour of footage that needed some heavy duty editing.

blooper reel from camming can be funny as hell. I already mentioned I squirted on computer once, breaking it. But, there is more, I have had dildos batteries run on when I was right on the edge of cumming...where I blow up and start cursing modern technology and threw it across the room. I have the where I was trying be a mommy character and started extolling all the reasons I find “my baby” irritating as fuck and how stupid I felt acting like a grown man's mother. , I was having a moment that day.

But, anyway, I spent the rest of the afternoon working on that. Sitting in the chair of sleepiness in lingerie with computer on lap, Jason came walking in the door early.

“What are you doing?” first words of his mouth

“Editing”

“In that?” referring black and purple lingerie

“Of course, why not?”

“Nymph”

“Yep” I just smiled.

He walked into the kitchen and put down the groceries, I finished editing. He came back into the living room to over shoulder.

“Having fun?” he asked

“Oh..the joy...the camera angle is weird in this shot. I'm trying see if I can lose it.”

He truly does not like camming, but he will watch the videos and tell what he thinks. So I ran it through for him. His advice...

“Keep it, you would lose continuity otherwise”

He was right, I just didn't like that angle...but would lose a lot by cutting the scene.

“Thank you” I said smiling.

I saved work and put computer down, standing up throw arms around his neck.

“Hey sexy, how was your day?”

“What are you doing?” he asked

“Getting a kiss”

“Why?”

“Because I want ” I replied

“How does it feel want?”

“Oh come on, it's just a kiss”

He laughed and kissed me, then grabbed the back of head and licked the crap of nose while I fought get away laughing. ]In the last year or so, this has become a thing he does every once in a while. When he's finished kissing me, he licks nose. I have tell you..he knows it rarely fails make laugh, and I love the fact that he's willing go so far see smile.

“I'm going get in the shower” he stated

“Okies, I'm going put away the groceries”

While he was in the shower, I put away the groceries and sat down on the couch. When he came of the shower, he was in his naked glory and a smile spread across as he sat down next .

“Woah, I see that in your eye...easy” he says amusingly

“What ?” I ask innocently

“That , the where I feel like a piece of meat”

I purposely licked lips slowly...

“I have no idea what you are talking about” smiling as I said it

“You know exactly what I'm talking about. at you, you just licked your lips like you want eat ” he's laughing

“Oh, I want eat a part of you alright” I winked

“It's too early”

Smacking his ass, I ran in the other direction yelling

“It's never too early for sex”

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She Won Erotic Story Pt2
Publié :10/11/2019 9h25
Dernière mise à jour :11/11/2019 17h59
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Do What I Say Erotic FICTION

At first, her vision was blurry. She still hadn't come back from the dream.

That's when she realized the fucker hadn't helped her cum yet.

He's standing there, eyes all glazed over, with that self satisfied grin on his face and she hadn't even had ONE.

Eyes blazing, heart pounding, she felt her diaphragm tighten, ready for “Verbal Masturbation”. (thank you backpocket13 )

“The fuck, dude, where's mine?”

“You want my hand” he asks, muttering in the way men do when they ain't got enough juice satisfy.

“Come on, I need more than that, I'm a kinky, kinky woman”

“Exasperating is what you are” the spark she ignited fueling him

“Dear Lort, can we call some people help, at least. I need some stimulation, what you got, my friend, ain't enough”

Falling back on the bed in an exasperated sigh, she looks over at him:

“Give me the communicator, I'm sure the Monkeez are up for some fun”

“The Fuck you are, do you know how many people they've been with?” he says sternly.

“Dude, our agreement ended when you didn't fulfill your end of the bargain, I still haven't had my earth shattering orgasm.”

“But, you're in my house, you're mine. The contract says so.” puffed up chest, his only refuge.

She stood, walked over to the desk where she knew the papers were, and picked them up. Pulling the hairband off of her wrist, she tied her hair back while she looked for the paragraph. Flipping through the pages, she gets to the point in the contract she was looking for:

“Here, my friend, on page seventeen, addendum four of our month agreement. One Earth Shattering Orgasm a night.” she points the paragraph, as he looks over her shoulder onto their contract.

“ up, you lost the bet. I haven't had one earth shatterer in a wee” She says with a wink and a smile.

“Has it been that long? I've been busy” he grumbles

“Busy, my ass. You've been busily being a selfish ungrateful twatwaffle. I made sure you orgasmed well; endured your sadism; and what did I get? Nada.” She says with a glint in her eye.

“But, I love you.” he stutters

“No, my friend, you love the idea of me. You haven't taken one moment get know the real . Always caught up in conversations about your work; your friends; your life. Have you taken even one moment get know as a person?” The fire burning bright in her eyes.

“I told you from the beginning that monogamy wouldn't work for . But, you had have your way, that's why we made this contract. That's why we made this bet, remember?” Her lips twisted in an almost maniacal grin. “You're just another man who THINKS he's enough, but you never are, no one person has ever has been enough”

His shoulders slumped. He remembered the conversation well. Believing he could convert her, he entered the contract willingly. Who wouldn't? This woman promised do MOST of the things he wanted, as long as they took it slow. He was the one who insisted monogamy was important, he was the one who....

Walking over to his desk, he picks up his checkboo

“Check okay?” He asks

“Make it out the Foundation” her voice coated in joy.

Part Later

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