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Too mature to share embarrassing sex stories??? Jul. 31st, 2006 @ 04:57 am
Apparently, no one has creepy/risky/adventurous sexual encounters anymore. For this, I am quite sad.

So, Danny and I are sitting on the couch and I am downloading music on my laptop. I am neglecting his attention as we have just had a rediculous argument in which we concluded that the other was condescending and over politically-correct or unyeilding and disrespactful. (Geuss which one I was).

Anyway, I'm a sucker for nuzzles and that's just what he did. Although I was inhibited because his mother was in the room and I was still hurt from the fight, things heated up when she went upstairs to go to bed shortly thereafter.

Kissing necks turns me on and I instantly felt that butterfly twinge in my lower abdomine. I climbed onto Danny's lap. The salt on his skin and his pheremones made me crazy with passion and for the first time in my life, I wanted to suck dick without the expectation of mutual pleasure or coaxing Danny into bed. He just made me hot and I craved his taste. I believe the passion was fueled by the argument and my relief at its resolution.
I unzipped his pants and went to work as I kneeled in front of the couch at his knees. I rubbed myself on his shin and massaged and scratched his thighs in a circular motion. When my mouth needed a brake, I let my hands do the work and watched Danny bite his lip. He gestured and I took my shirt off because I wanted to see the explosion on my chest.

Right before climax, I hear a door open upstairs and see the bottom of Danny's mother's nightgown at the top of the stairs from between the rails. The feet descend and I have no time to grab my shirt. I bolt into the bathroom and Danny turns over and acts like he is asleep on the couch.

She knocked on the bathroom door so I told her I was getting ready for bed. When I heard her go into the kitchen for a glass of water, I ran out into the livingroom in only my bra and pants to retrieve my shirt and slipped it over my head. After going to the bathroom, Danny's mom drousily stumbled up the stairs again, unaware that I had had Danny's dick in my mouth not 2 mintues before. I decided that was enough excitement and I slept in my boyfriend's bed like any respactable girl would at a parent's house while Danny snored on the couch.

Ugh, his mom almost saw how much of a nice, polite girl I really am.

And wow, that really resembled a story that might make it into Tight magazine.
Current Location: Tempe,AZ
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Promiscous-Nelly Furtado

Do we exist anymore. Mar. 16th, 2006 @ 01:57 pm
I stood naked before my bedroom mirror, confused and contorted images of my body returned images at me. My scar, a monument to my luck, my curse, glaring at me demandind I pay it attention. Then I turned and walked away. With fresh cool air on my buttocks and a nice breeze flowing between my dangling brothers I let out an ecstatic cry. Then walked back inside, put my clothes on and fell asleep, wondering where the brothers three have gone.

Penis pics Jul. 9th, 2005 @ 11:51 pm
The other day Brother Jon came over and we were hanging out. We were about half through a beer when I demanded that he take a pic of my penis with his camera phone. I also suggested that he set it so that pic came up every time I called him. However, Brother Jon "accidently(?)" sent the pic to ALL of his incoming calls... and I am ok with this. Besides, unless they read this then why would they think it was mine?

New rites Jun. 22nd, 2005 @ 11:19 pm
New sacred rites have been established. Our rituals are now only to be known by not only the initiated, but by those present at the rites. Are we painted our selves blue, and baying at the moon? Wouldn't you like to know! But the occasional funny story may still be passed on.

-So says brother Pete

Required viewing Jun. 1st, 2005 @ 01:25 am
http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2669546 (male nudity)
Other entries
» skinny dipping
I just got back from swimming in the platte river. I was naked. None of the other swimmers were naked :( I felt totally comfortable and at ease... and if anything I was less anxious than usual while naked. More proof that clothes are form of social bondage, and only by removing them can we be free from societies oppression.

So sayeth brother Pete
» (No Subject)
so me, brad, and john fewins (2 other members of the MNC) get all drunk at the 5th street house in TC, and decide to wander down to the bay. we get to the open space at like 1:30, and start running around all naked in the grass, jumping around and just having a grand old naked time.

then one of us gets the fucking BRILLIANT idea that we should go out on the break wall!
for those of you who dont live in TC, the break wall is this big fucking wall of rocks that runs out into the bay in an "L" shape, to make a little harbor from the waves. so, we went through the fence, ignored the warning sings, and start making our way across the breakwall. we quickly realize that most of the rocks are bigger than my car, and as such there are many, many gaps in them more than large enough for me to, say, fall and get stuck in.

we make it out about half way when we see flashing lights from the shore. fuck.

a police car pulls up to the parking lot . . . then drives past. whew.

then we see the police boat, with flashing lights. fuck.

. . . then the police boat drives past us and over to a pontoon thats almost within spitting distance.

by the time the cop boat leaves, we're ready to crawl back to dry land . . . but oh, 2 o clock rolls around! guess what? thats when all the bars let out! as all the people and cops start to drive past the break wall, i make a mad dash to saftey, and promptly fall into a massive gap in the rock. im stuck. well, shit. brad crawls into a gap next to me. we wait for a half an hour, while the traffic gradually ebbs.

but wait, wheres jon??? during the half hour that we were waiting (and i was stuck), jon decided that by god, he was gonna make it to the end of the fucking breakwall and there was nothing stopping him. he crawled all the way out there, bit by bit, as cops drove by and drunk people invaded the parking lot.

eventually they got me out of the hole, got off the breakwall, got the rest of our clothes back on, and wandered home, WAY more sober than we were when the whole ordeal started.
» A new recruit?
(It is just ink toner)

We always have to be on the look out for new recruits... like this guy :)
» (No Subject)
"Hey, everybody gotta wear clothes. And if you don't, then you'll be arrested!"

-So sayeth Mr. T
» Public nudity

This brave disciple is simply a martyr to our cause. It is like a spy revealing himself to all of congress in an attempt to persuade all to defect. We must remain in the shadows and gain more and more followers. Now is not the time to act. Now is the time to bide our time and fully accept ourselves and our bodies. Of course we must always be on the look out for new potential members, but many are not ready to change and learn about what we have to offer. In these dire times of self-consciousness and censorship we must...

So sayeth brother Pete
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