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Good Readsblog is about girls, language, humanity, purple colored clouds, poetry, joy, third century robots, love, evil tongues that give eternal pleasure, dead butterflies, jumping on a lake, and everything that tickles the intellect, makes the heart feel sublime emotions, and opens your mind about life. It is my way of contributing my talent and my heart to TL. Enjoy!
GB She could have been mine
(Part 1: http://www.teamliquid.net/blogs/viewblog.php?topic_id=372697)
"Life is not a piece of cake as they say in the movies and when I was in grade school", my mind thought as I still sat there, dejected, 3 hours after I stared at her juicy body leaving beyond my presence.
"But I will not be lost. I will still win tonight!" I assured myself.
After all, there is still a burning feeling in my groin like the sun in the early morning, warm and steady, just waiting to "expode."
I stood up, fixed my clothes, and headed to the bar. I nodded and smiled to all the people I pass, who at this time were either in groups of twos and threes and were happily exchanging bodily fluids like its no ones business.
If the garden and pool area was crowded, the house was literally a place where a hundred people cramped with very little space between them. I needed to get my share of drinks, so I forced my way through the people. After I passed behind one women, my wood stiffened.
"Great" I thought! I could use this time to practice for the real action which I will get later.
With happiness in my heart, I deliberately lingered a bit longer when passing through women, and make them feel I was ready to rock the night away. Unluckily, I cannot avoid passing through some men as well. But I just closed my eyes when I did so.
Finally, the bar. "Some lime martinis please..." I said... and, to my surprise, in a quick display of wit of my mind, I said "and light tropical for the lady," preparing to give it to any woman who looks attractive enough to be my bank of sperms for the night.
It was hot, and I couldn't stand to be a minute longer inside the house. I used the kitchen exit where, to my delight, there was a geeky girl who just came out of the rest room. We smiled and she seemed embarrassed. I tried to be subtle and move slowly, waiting for her to go out the door as well. She did.
"This is for you."
"Oh, really? Ok thanks"
"The moon is waxing tonight, want to be showered with some heavenly moonlight" I ventured, using some poetry to lure her into a seductive night.
Before we go ay further, let me describe her. She is 5''6, maybe 5'7, a little plump, geeky glasses, black hair, but otherwise attractive and, yes, ripe for the action I was thinking.
"Ok..." her words lingered slowly, like she meant every letter of it.
We lied down just 10 or 15 meters beside a large tree, just so that we could get a good view of the moon. She's a sophomore, taking up engineering.
We talked about many things, school, books, life, movies, the party. I tried to be polite but my mind got impatient. "Do it!" it said. I did not hesitate. I don't want to talk about formulas and statistics on car accidents and the war in Afganistan anymore.
"I want to kiss you under the moonlight."
No reply. I turned to her and touched her face. We kissed, softly at first, then more and more it became wet and warm and more forceful.
Slowly, my hands made slid down her throat. She held it, with a little hint of resistance. I liked it. I moved down even more, to her apple-like breasts. The resistance got stronger. I liked it even better. I lingered a bit there, while our tongues fought for an eternal battle of who will get tired first. But this was merely a plan on my part. When I sensed that her grip on my hand was getting lighter, I forced my way inside her skirt and inside her panty.
"Ewww *&^786e78y\y89fuc@(#8983ey*(&*%^&(%^&%%*#" was all I could utter, as she pulled her face from me, and I quickly reached to the grass around us to wipe my hands off of blood.
 
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On October 02 2012 13:38 BreakfastBurrito wrote:
dafaq did i just read
He reached into a girl's underwear when she was on her period.
Think of it like recalling into a bunch of mines
At first it's like AWWWWWW YEAAAAA then it's like FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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"Ewww StarAndTothepowerofseveneightsixeseveneightybackwardslashyeightyninefucatleftbrackethashtageightthousandninehundredandeightythreeeystarleftbracketandstarpercenttothepowerofandleftbracketpercenttothepowerofpercentpercentstarhashtag" was all I could utter, as she pulled her face from me, and I quickly reached to the grass around us to wipe my hands off of blood.
>To wipe my hands off of blood
>wipe my hands off
Good lord, are you okay?
Edit: in the last 10 seconds i have learned that a " ^ " Symbol is called a Caret.
Damn.
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how did u know it was blood without looking? @@
period's blood isn't exactly like normal blood imo
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On October 02 2012 13:46 frogmelter wrote:He reached into a girl's underwear when she was on her period. Think of it like recalling into a bunch of mines At first it's like AWWWWWW YEAAAAA then it's like FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
you do know that the sequence of events he described would never, ever happen for many many reasons
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women bleed for seven days and don't bat an eye
and you call us pussies
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"The moon is waxing tonight, want to be showered with some heavenly moonlight" I ventured, using some poetry to lure her into a seductive night.
Shakespeare's got nothing on you! lol
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Korea (South)17174 Posts
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Blazinghand
United States25550 Posts
On October 02 2012 13:24 HataZStriker wrote:
Slowly, my hands made slid down her throat. She held it, with a little hint of resistance. I liked it. I moved down even more...
![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/N6g20.png)
This is partially a joke and partially a lesson. This was the mental image I had for the entire rest of the story.
Edit: fuck I'm the sexiest artist alive and that's like the best stick-figure art I've ever done
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best comment, best paint art, best facial expressions
ggwp Blazinghand
/thread
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On October 02 2012 16:05 Blazinghand wrote:Show nested quote +On October 02 2012 13:24 HataZStriker wrote:
Slowly, my hands made slid down her throat. She held it, with a little hint of resistance. I liked it. I moved down even more... This is partially a joke and partially a lesson. This was the mental image I had for the entire rest of the story. Edit: fuck I'm the sexiest artist alive and that's like the best stick-figure art I've ever done
This...this is the best.
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On October 02 2012 13:46 frogmelter wrote:He reached into a girl's underwear when she was on her period. Think of it like recalling into a bunch of mines At first it's like AWWWWWW YEAAAAA then it's like FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
hahahahaha
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On October 02 2012 15:55 Rekrul wrote:
ban
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Beyonder
Netherlands15103 Posts
Great thread would read again
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also, i'd like to add
but they will be something that will challenge your intellect and something sublime and neatly written.
You certainly challenged my intellect, although not in the way you originally intended. The very sentence that this claim rests in happens to be choppy, adding to the irony
The [GB] tag is also incorrect by your definition, I am approximately 100% sure of this.
Ok, 3 posts on this blog is too much. Peace all
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the Dagon Knight4000 Posts
On October 02 2012 16:05 Blazinghand wrote:Show nested quote +On October 02 2012 13:24 HataZStriker wrote:
Slowly, my hands made slid down her throat. She held it, with a little hint of resistance. I liked it. I moved down even more... This is partially a joke and partially a lesson. This was the mental image I had for the entire rest of the story. Edit: fuck I'm the sexiest artist alive and that's like the best stick-figure art I've ever done
I tried to go to sleep, but I can't get this image out of my mind.
I can almost feel my hands rooting around in her esophagus, as though looking for a set of keys at the bottom of a drain. What guy hasn't been there?
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Netherlands45349 Posts
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On October 02 2012 16:05 Blazinghand wrote:Show nested quote +On October 02 2012 13:24 HataZStriker wrote:
Slowly, my hands made slid down her throat. She held it, with a little hint of resistance. I liked it. I moved down even more... This is partially a joke and partially a lesson. This was the mental image I had for the entire rest of the story. Edit: fuck I'm the sexiest artist alive and that's like the best stick-figure art I've ever done
*golf claps*
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