| WHO BLACKS OUT OPENING DAY?!?! ESPN SUCKS
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| A Baker's Dozen
She was disgusted when she noticed the chocolate on her pants. As she
reached for a Winchell’s napkin, she thought to herself what a small
inconvenience it was compared to the great pleasure this act would soon
bring. It was 7:45am and almost time to walk into the office. Just two
more donuts and she’d be ready to go in. After making sure there was
not a trace of chocolate left on the donuts, she carefully rearranged
the baker’s dozen into the pink cardboard box, gathered her things, and
walked into work.
When she entered the office she set the baker’s dozen of
“glazed” donuts in the break room. She walked towards her desk, which
was right across from the break room, and as her coworkers passed she
told them to help themselves to the donuts. As she sat at her desk she
pretended to work, but all the while she was watching that box of
donuts like a hawk. Slowly but surely, her coworkers herded themselves
into the break room and got some coffee and a donut. One by one they
all took sweet, sensual bites from the “homemade glazed” donut and she
could feel it about to begin.
With each bite she felt the pleasure building up inside
of her. First her hands and feet began to tingle and gradually the
sensation moved up both of her arms and legs. Pretty soon the donuts
were being devoured by all and she could hardly contain herself. She
ran to the restroom and locked the door. Her breath became short and
her body felt tense. Her dark laughter filled the air as her entire
body tingled from the orgasmic-like sensation. She leaned against the
wall and slowly slid down into the corner to rest and catch her breath.
This was what she lived for. She got up, washed her face, fixed her
hair, and walked back to her desk. One of her coworkers walked by and
thanked her for the donuts; they were delicious. She just smirked and
told him it was her pleasure.
She got back to work, when she was interrupted by
thoughts of her father, which only aroused her more. After all, she had
him to thank for this great pleasure. She thought about that fateful
day when her fetish with donuts began.
She was 13 years old just wondering around the house,
when she saw him. Her father was sitting in the lazy chair with a box
of chocolate donuts to his right. One at a time, he licked the
chocolate off of the donuts. What was he doing she wondered and looked
on with much intrigue. After he finished licking the chocolate off, he
proceeded to masturbate with each donut. At first she was disgusted by
what her father was doing, but she couldn’t get herself to look away.
The more she watched, the more aroused she became. That’s when the
tingling began…
- Whitey
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UPHILL!?! aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......
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| i'm trembling with excitement. day dreaming white dreams. losing myself
in the serenity of the surroundings. riding mind clearing lines.
effortlessly floating along the silent symphony of her face caressing
every feature and curve with the gentleness of a feather. longing for
the feeling of nothingness. building up personal challenges and
constant progression. slow motion thoughts of propelling yourself to
accomplish unimaginable feats in your own mind. overwhelmed by an
exhilariting freedom after you stomp a backside nose to frontside
tailslide to backside 270 switch landing with so much steeze that your
chest erupts with internal fireworks. stuggling to hide my excitement
as i calmly ride off... i should've gave up something else for lent...
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"...be remembered more for being simply a good human being than for any of [your] other magnificent accomplishments..."
- Bruce Lee, the Celebrated Life of the Golden Dragon.
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