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Posted:Nov 22, 2015 8:39 am
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are all kinds of pics to be found on member profiles. What makes a pic sexy for you? I know we all have our opinion of what is sexy but I am curious what you think. What do you look for when you are looking at someone's pics ..... of course after you have read their intro, blog, and answers to the questions 
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Posted:Nov 17, 2015 1:13 pm
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had to share this one as it almost made me fall out of my chair laughing.
This was posted as a comment on one of my blog posts
You're a very sensual woman. Want to chat sometime soon? Send me an e-mail at *************** at *******. Looking forward to our chat - Matt
cwazywabbit009 replies on 11/16/2015 5:12 pm:
Well I would say thanks but ................................................................................................................................................................................................................ I'm not a woman. I mean really dude, don't you look before you leap??
I ***ed out his name btw.
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Posted:Nov 11, 2015 12:23 am
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11th means many thing to many people. It is a day of remembrance for most in Canada, as it is for me, but not for all. For some it brings nothing but heartache and pain for reasons that are personal to them. To those people, I am sorry for your anguish. Time will start to heal those wounds, although it may take a great deal of time to close the wound. The scar that remains is there as a reminder of what you have learned and hopefully grown from. To those that honour those who serve and have served, some who paid the ultimate price for our freedom, Remembrance Day holds its own special meaning, once again personal for each. I am proud to say that both my parents served in WWII, dad in Italy in the Canadian Army, and mum in England on a bomber base. This day is for you but I do think of you every day, with love.
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Posted:Nov 9, 2015 10:05 am
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turn takes us onto a long street, full of businesses and stores, and she motions for me to continue driving down the street. Before too long she signals for me to hang a right into a store parking lot. The sign over the door reads All About D and I ask her what D stands for. “You’re a smart guy, I’m sure you will figure it out,” she comes back with.
I open the door for her, once again admiring the view and her scent as she walks by me, and as we enter I see a wall of women’s footwear: all the colours of the rainbow, high and low heels, primarily extremely high though, shoes and boots, pretty much whatever you could think of, and then some. “I’m looking for something new for tonight,” she says as she saunters over to start browsing, “and I would love your opinion on how they look on me.” How could I resist? As she looks and handles the shoes, wondering what ones would look good on her, my mind wanders to how she would look in them too ….. I wonder if we are thinking along the same lines? She steals glances at me from time to time. I bet she is trying to gauge my level of interest and how long she can draw this out. She is in for a surprise if she thinks I will get bored of this as it’s fuel for the mind.
She asks the woman working there if they have her size in the footwear she has selected, she says they do and goes to get them so she can try them on. While we are waiting she saunters over to me and presses up against me. “What’s going through your mind right now?” she laughs to me. “Just enjoying the view.” The saleswoman comes back with the footwear and we go to the back of the store so she can try them on. She starts with a pair of black high heel shoes that show off her legs and ass wonderfully, which I am quick to tell her. Her smile is all the answer I get but it speaks volumes. She moves on to a blue pair, then white, and then purple. All have the same effect on both of us. They draw the eyes downward ……. and then slowly up her legs for me as she stands there examining herself in the full length mirror provided. Her confidence level seems to grow as she slips into each pair, knowing the effect they are having on me as I see her stealing glances of me in the reflection of the mirror.
Next she tries on a few pair of thigh high black leather boots. Watching her glide into them, I imagine my hands sliding over them, feeling the coldness of the leather as I slowly go up them towards the top of them.
The red boots she tries on next make me think of Christmas and how much fun it would be to unwrap her.
Her voice brings me back to reality as she asks me which ones I like more.
“They are all sexy and look great on you but if I had to pick one pair it would be the black boots ……….. but I’ll need a bigger size since my feet are bigger than yours.” “Smart ass!” she fires back at me, ‘but seriously, which ones?” “The black boots and the purple shoes would be my picks for you but it is more important that you pick the ones that you like,” I say. “I liked the black boots too and while I think the purple ones are sexy, I think I’m going to go with the red shoes.” “Hard to make a wrong choice though” I say, to which she agrees.
We take her choices up to the counter, as well as the ones she is not going to buy, and she pays for them. She engages in a little small talk with the saleswoman, who compliments her on her selections. A little part of me is thinking that the saleswoman says that to all the people who buy things in the store, but the greater part of me is wondering where our day will take us next. She did say she needed the footwear for tonight, which has my mind bouncing around with ideas ……most of the naughty. As we make our way back to the care, she leans into me and purrs, ‘thank you for letting me model for you and for your opinion, I trust it wasn’t too boring for you.” “Boring? I loved every minute of it”. “Good, because we are not finished yet,” she says as she pours herself into the car.
I can’t help but smile as I move around the front of the car to continue our journey.
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Posted:Oct 25, 2015 3:53 pm
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I start the car she leans over and kisses me on my neck, thanking me for a fun start to our day. As we pull out into the traffic she relaxes back into her seat with a sigh. “Nice to see you are as naughty in person as you are in print” she says. “Eating noodles will never be the same. You touching me like that, with all those people around us, really made me dripping wet.” With that, she slowly slides her hand down her leg, making sure I notice, grabs the hem of her dress and slowly slides it up. “Focus on the road,” she giggles, “it’s my turn to be a little naughty.” Out of the corner of my eye I can see her dress riding higher and higher, exposing more and more of her shapely legs. She laughs and tells me that under no circumstances am I to stop the car but to keep driving in the same direction for a while. “We’ll get there eventually”. The double entendre is not lost on me so I redouble my efforts to focus on my driving as I steal frequent glances to the show going on right beside me.
Her hand has disappeared under her dress and the hem is tantalizingly close to revealing the object of her attention. Her breath is getting deeper and faster with each passing minute. As we come to an intersection we wind up stopped beside a big semi, affording the driver of said semi a perfect view of what she is doing, if he decides to look down. As her eyes are closed, enjoying herself, literally and figuratively, I lean over to tell her that she has an audience. Her eyes slowly open and she notices the semi and the driver looking down at her with a big smile on his face. Can’t say that I blame him one bit. She looks back at me, winks and then pulls her dress up to give the semi driver, and me, a better view. Two of her fingers are deep inside her while the other hand has moved up to her breasts, squeezing her nipples through the fabric of her sundress. I move my right hand to her leg while keeping one eye on the traffic light. As soon as my hand touches her leg her breath catches and she gasps. I can only imagine what is going through the mind of that semi driver. He will have a story to tell tonight!
The light turns green and I move my hand from her leg to my stick shift as we pull away from the intersection. As she feels the car start to move, she lets her dress slide down ever so slightly to cover herself again. Through her sighs she gets out “can’t have a distracted driver, can we?” It was obvious that what she had been writing to me was true, she loves having eyes on her. Not surprisingly, the semi driver is attempting to catch up to us and I tell her as much. “Slow down and let him catch up” she says, “I think he wants more.” My foot relaxes on the gas and he slowly inches up on us, eventually drawing even, and then matching our speed. Let’s hope he keeps it in his ……. own lane. When she notices his truck again, she smiles and reaches for my right hand, taking it and putting it back on her leg. Her hand slides off of mine and then she crooks her finger and motions to my hand to follow hers. As her hand moves up her leg, my fingers keep in contact with her hand, letting her be my navigator again. She slides her skirt up as she reaches it and slides her fingers back inside her wetness while my fingers move to cover hers to share the experience. Keeping my eyes on the road, my fingers and ears become my eyes on her.
We stay like this for a couple minutes, my hand on hers, hers playing with herself. I can smell how wet she is and it is definitely having an effect on me. She finally breaks the spell to check on our surroundings and she snorts with laughter and tells me that we missed our turnoff. “Gee, I wonder how that happened,” I tease. She sits up and pull her dress back down as we take the next exit so we can double back. Our voyeur in the truck gives her a blast of his horn to say thanks for the show and he continues on his way, with a smile that probably won’t go away anytime soon. We get back on the highway and she points out the exit we were supposed to take. We slide over to take the exit as she tells me how hot that was, to which I wholeheartedly agree. “What do you think was going through that trucker’s mind” she asks me. “Probably two things” I say. “I wish that was me in the car with her and that is one lucky guy”. With a laugh she points out the next turn we have to take. I wonder what she has in mind now as we turn into ………..
To be continued
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Posted:Oct 24, 2015 6:42 pm
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texts the directions to her place in the morning and reminds me not to be late. As if I would keep such a sexy woman waiting! When a woman wants to spend time with you, showing up a few minutes early tells her, without words, that she is important to you. I hop in the shower and let the water run down over me while my mind wanders to imagining that she was there with me, about to run her hands down my back. As much as that thought motivates me to stay in the shower, knowing that I would be spending the day with the real thing was all the encouragement I need to turn off the water, step out of the shower, and go through the getting ready process.
Fifteen minutes later I’m standing nude in my hotel room, deciding what to wear. It was warm enough for shorts but I knew she loved jeans on a guy. So do I dress for me or do I dress for her? Not a tough decision actually. If a woman dresses to impress a man and chooses her clothes accordingly, shouldn’t I do the same? Jeans it is then, with a light, plain t-shirt to show off my chest, another one of her favourite things, and a light jacket that will be coming off when it warms up. And depending on how things go, might not be the only thing coming off. Amazing how the mind wanders to ……. stuff while you are getting dressed for someone else. It helps build the anticipation. Comfy walking shoes and a pair of underwear to complete the process, underwear I already know she likes from her comments on my pic of them on my profile. Will she get to see them in person ……..only time will tell.
Down to the car in lots of time, leaving a buffer of time to get to her place in plenty of time. Traffic isn’t too bad and I get there with 20 minutes to spare. I don’t text her right away, as I am early, so I roll down the windows of my car and just enjoy the Fall air, letting my mind wander to what lays ahead today. I can’t help but smile, even if I have little to no idea where we will be going or doing today. I know from her creative mind that whatever it is will be fun for both of us. At five to nine I send her a text to let her know I am outside waiting for her and for her to take her time as I wasn’t going anywhere with a smiley face. She replied with a quick ok and said she would be right down. Just reading those words makes my heartrate pick up. The chemistry we shared over coffee last night has a firm hold on me.
Her front door opens right at nice o’clock and she walks down her steps and out to my car. As I am getting out of my car to come around to the passenger side, I am struck by her choice of dresses yet again. She has chosen a light sundress that once again shows her legs and figure off wonderfully. She walks up to me with a smile, one returned by me, and steps into my arms and give me a light kiss that quickly turns into a deeper, longer one. If at all possible, she smells better than last night and feels even better too. Maybe it’s due to the absence of that little bit of trepidation that existed last night, maybe not, and I don’t really care. She is here right now and that is what matters. We step back with a laugh and I tell her how great she looks. She replies “I know you like sundresses on a woman so I thought I would wear something you like”. I thank her and reply that great minds think alike as I too dressed with her in mind. Her answering smile tells me I made the right choice. I open the car door for her, watch her slide in the passenger seat, admiring how she moves, and close the door. Getting in the driver’s seat I can see her watching me just as closely as I watched her. Great minds ….
“So navigator, where are we off to?” I ask her. “I thought we would swing by the local Farmer’s Market first,” she says “as it has great deals and great atmosphere this time of the year”. Off we go and I pull out onto the street. We chat back and forth as we drive, continuing where we left off last night. She moves her hand to rest it on my leg as we are talking and says with a laugh “I hope this won’t distract you while you are driving”. “Do you hear me complaining?” Her hand slowly traces little circles on my leg while we are talking which is making it hard ……… to not want to do the same to her. Must focus on the road lol!
All too soon we arrive at the Market, find a parking spot and get out of the car. As we walk towards the entrance she slips her arm around my waist and lets her hand give my ass a quick squeeze. Yes, jeans were definitely the right choice. As we enter the market, the congestion of the place forces us together so to not lose touch with each other. She keeps her hands on my hips as I lead us through the crowd, letting a hand slide down over my ass as we wind our way between people. The warmth that started with her hand on my leg is growing and I’m still not complaining. As we move to look at a booth she is interested in, I move to let her get in front of me so she can pick what she wants to buy. As she is talking to the merchant I hug her from behind to show her the effect she is having on me. She turns to look at me with a smile and wiggles her ass against me. One of my hands slides down her back and down to her waist. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “I hope this isn’t distracting you”. Her laugh is all the reply I need.
She completes her purchase and we move back into the sea of people. She takes the lead this time which affords me the opportunity she had, to follow her curves through the crowd with my hands exploring her hips, waist, back, and the occasional “slip” down to her bum. She leads me outside to where the food vendors are located. The smells are mouthwatering and “it is hard to decide where to start” I say to her. “It’s not the only thing that’s hard” she whispers to me as she turns around to give me a quick kiss. “What do you want to eat?” she teases as she spins back around and walks over to a vendor, swinging her ass at me for all to see. How can I not follow after that! The vendor sells a small variety of food: hot noodles, pot stickers, and fried wontons. She says she loves the noodles here so we each get some and then look for a place to enjoy them. It takes a few minutes but we succeed in finding a spot. She sits down and I slide in beside her, my leg against hers as we dig in to our noodles. She was right, they are delicious. As we are eating, we tease back and forth, as my right hand moves to her left leg. Now it’s my turn to trace circles on her. Leaning in closer to me, my hand inches up to the hem of her sundress and then slip just under. She spreads her legs ever so slightly, letting me know that that is not far enough for her. Not for me either! She turns into to me a little more, hiding what we are doing a little bit more. My fingers tickle their way farther and farther up her inner thigh as we try to keep our conversation going, but the intervals are getting longer as our focus is elsewhere. Just as my fingers can start to feel the warmth radiating from her I slowly slide my hand back down her leg and back out from under her sundress. “The day is young” I say “and we have a whole day ahead of us”. She leans in to kiss my neck and whispers “you tease, you’ve got me soaking wet”. “Pot calling the kettle black little miss tease” I tell her. We both laugh as we finish off our noodles. “Shall we go?” “Yes, let’s”.
The walk back to the car has us teasing each other with words and actions, each trying to outdo the other, both getting more and more turned on. As we get to the car, she turns into my arms and I press her up against the car, kissing her and sliding my hands down her back as her hand rubs me through my jeans. With a laugh she pushes me back and motions for us to hit the road. I open her door for her, help her in, lean in to give her another kiss, and close her door.
I wonder what she has in mind for us next?
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Posted:Oct 23, 2015 12:40 pm
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are meeting for the first time, over coffee, with the understanding that nothing would happen except for coffee and conversation, to see if the chemistry our minds share would carry over in person. We agreed that having no expectations beyond meeting in person was best for our first face to face. Would she want to take it farther? Would I? I have no doubt that that we will be friends as we share so many things in common, including a love of word play, but one never knows. It’s one thing to see a picture of someone, but it is an entirely different kettle of fish meeting them in person. Would her written personality carry over into public ……. fuck I sure hope so.
She walks in and scans the room looking for me. She’s wearing a blue dress that shows off her legs and hugs her in all the right places. As she sees me she lights up and I get up to greet her. We hug and I get the first feel of her body, the first scent of her hair, the first look into her eyes. They look as mischievous as her stories, with laughter hiding just beneath the surface. I tell her how great she looks and how fantastic her dress looks on her, [it feels good too]. We step back and I hold her chair out for her. It gives me a marvelous view of her back and her bum which look even better in person. As I move to sit across from her in my seat she lets out a little laugh, so after I sit I ask her what she was laughing at. “I’ll tell you a little later” you say. I’ll hold you to that I reply, and she laughs and says I hope you do.
Our conversation flows, if that’s possible, easier than our written words do. Maybe it’s being able to look into her eyes as she is listening and talking, seeing and feeling the passion she talks with. Talking about her writing I can see the fire within her, how energy seems to burst forth from her as she tells me what motivates her and inspires her to create her stories, filling in what I don’t already know from our written communication. It is by no means a one sided conversation though, we banter back and forth, taking turns asking questions and filling in the holes that are easier done in person.
Within minutes the comfort level is there as we both realize that the person we have been conversing with in print all this time is the same personality in person. The teasing back and forth is off and running, as we both love to tease and flirt, sometimes outrageously. We are both leaning in to the conversation, a sure sign that there is an attraction there, on both parties. There are no prolonged lulls in the conversation as we feed off of each other’s words, just as we do with our writing. Before we know it two hours have gone by. Amazing how fast time flies when you are sharing it with a like mind. The laughter is genuine, the words just flow, and the little hidden meanings never fail to bring a smile and a knowing wink from her.
As we get up to leave I ask her if she would like me to walk her to her car. I have a few reasons for offering this: the traditional one, walking her to her car is the right thing to do, if she wants it of course, I want a little bit more of her company, and lastly, I want to watch her walk as that dress really looks spectacular on her. Thankfully she says yes so we walk towards the door. I hold it for her, like a gentleman should, and as she walks past me I catch another whiff of her perfume, intoxicating, and she brushes against me, laying one hand on my back as she does. The smile on her face tells me all I need to know. At the next set of doors I hold one open and guide her through the door with my hand on the small of her back. She slows down to prolong the contact and as it breaks she turns to me and smiles and gives me that wink I have heard so much about.
The walk to her car only takes a couple of minutes but it is filled with laughter and teasing. As we get to her car I ask her if she would like to see more of me. “What did you have in mind?” she says with a sparkle in her eye. Get your mind out of the gutter I tease her, and yes I said it that way hoping her agile mind would pick up on it. I want to see you again I tell her, and since we agreed that tonight would only be coffee and conversation we should hold ourselves to it, but don’t think for an instant that what I have written to you has changed one bit. I just think we should stick to what we agreed on, out of respect for each other. I am going to kiss you I say, and before the words are completely out she is moving towards me. Her firm body feels absofuckinglutely fantastic in my arms and her lips taste as sweet as merlot wine on a summer’s night. She steps back after what seems like minutes, but has probably only been a handful of seconds, looks down, then back up to my eyes and says ‘Are you sure we should stick to our agreement, because something is saying differently”? I laugh with her as I reply that it is all her fault as that is just the same affect her words have on me. “So what are we going to do about it” she says? Tomorrow is Saturday, why don’t I pick you up at 11am and we can spend the day together, you can show me around the city and we can explore what nature has to offer. Make it 9am and you have a deal she comes back with. As we kiss again, she breaks and whispers in my ear ‘I didn’t want to waste those two hours as I have a lot to show you”…….
One more kiss and hug and I am holding her car door for her. I let my hand run down her back and lightly brush against her lovely bum as she gets into her car. Then it hits me, I haven’t asked her why she let out that little laugh as I was sitting down. “So what was that little laugh about when we first met”? She laughs as her door closes and she rolls down her window. “I was just thinking to myself that your ass looks hotter in person”. Right back at you sexy!
Until tomorrow then ……… what fun will we get up to???
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Posted:Oct 22, 2015 6:53 pm
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I'm going to try something a little different over the next few days with my blog. With that, I will give the answers to the movie quotes today and start working on tomorrows foray into uncharted waters [for me]
“Evelyn! Evelyn! I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to kill your !” - A League of Their Own
“Destiny is something we've invented because we can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.” - Sleepless in Seattle
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” - Ferris Bueller's Day Off
“What else can there be? Are you going to dip it in yogurt? Cover it with chocolate buttons?” - Love Actually
"Always." - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“Now the thing to remember, boys… flies spread disease, so keep yours closed!” - Band of Brothers [ok, not exactly a movie but a great line none the less]
“You're in more dire need of a blow job than any white man in history!” - Good Morning Vietnam
“Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.” - Schlindler's List
“You lost today, . But that doesn’t mean you have to like it.” - Indiana Jones
“I have a bad feeling about this.” - Stars Wars
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Posted:Oct 20, 2015 8:35 pm
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quotes. Just finished watching one of my favourite movies and it got me thinking about my favourite movies and quotes from them. Can you name the movies these 10 quotes came from? Hint - the first quote is from the movie I just watched ...... granted not a very useful hint, but a hint none the less 
“Evelyn! Evelyn! I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to kill your !”
“Destiny is something we've invented because we can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.”
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
“What else can there be? Are you going to dip it in yogurt? Cover it with chocolate buttons?”
"Always."
“Now the thing to remember, boys… flies spread disease, so keep yours closed!”
“You're in more dire need of a blow job than any white man in history!”
“Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.”
“You lost today, . But that doesn’t mean you have to like it.”
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
And don't take the easy way out and look them up. Give it your best shot and I will post the movies they are in on Friday.
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Posted:Oct 19, 2015 7:28 pm
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say that I'll shed a tear seeing Harper step down. Change is good and long overdue. Time for Canada to get her reputation back.
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Posted:Oct 17, 2015 6:55 pm
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was nice enough to buzz my apartment at 3:45 and 4:15 this morning looking for their friend ....... yes they were drunk, and yes they woke me up both times. The second time I told them I was calling the police, I didn't but they did bugger off.
Down side was I couldn't get back to sleep.
At least there was a favourite movie of mine on tv.
And then I started chatting with a friend of mine.
I love the power of words.
Get the mind going and the body will follow.
I will never thank the drunken monkey for waking me up but it wound up being a great morning in the end. Of course I had to ruin it by going to go ref but you can't have everything. 
Here's to happy thoughts.
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Posted:Oct 15, 2015 8:37 pm
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so often you get asked a question on here that comes right out of left field. One of those "I was not expecting that question" questions. It was not mean spirited in any way, she just wanted to know and she did forewarn me by saying she had an unusual question to ask me.After asking me she also said there was no easy way to ask it. So my question to you is, how often do you get asked a question that surprised you? Did you answer it? In case you are wondering, I answered it.
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