I am fabulous!
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Posted:Oct 4, 2009 8:27 pm
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It's easy to question your own worth, to devalue oneself, to wonder, what's the point of anything you do. The remedy for this kind of thinking is, simply, I'm fabulous.
And everyone is fabulous, just like clothes. By itself, each piece of clothing is fabulous but, if paired with the wrong item, it can be made to look not so fabulous. For example, a jacket looks great with a shirt and dress pants. However, when mixed with a Hawaiian shirt and 3/4 pants it may look out of place. So too we need to realize we are fabulous and should keep ourselves mixed with other fabulous people who will enhance our strengths.
When we realize we are fabulous it affects the way we move, the way we keep ourselves and the way we treat things that belong to us. Someone who knows they are fabulous ensures that everything around them is fabulous and when they enter a room they exude that confidence that says I am fabulous, love me or leave me.
Of course, other factors will come into play. A person may have a low self esteem but they were brought up to keep a place clean, so their stuff is always neat and clean. Although they don't know how fabulous they are, the act of being neat and clean reduces the impact of their low self esteem. If they stop being that way the effect is often 10 times worse!
Similarly, a person may think they are fabulous but their place is a mess. They may just think they are SO fabulous that other people must clean up after them and take care of them! But, in the end, we need to realize that regardless of color, size, age, etc, we are all fabulous people.
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What makes a relationship work?
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Posted:Sep 16, 2009 6:23 pm
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I think it starts with trust and love. Trust comes first though. And its not just what u trust but liking what u trust about the person.
Trust is based on knowledge. When you get to know someone you get to understand how they move, how they operate, how they think. This enables you to predict what their response will be to different situations. The more you get to know a person, the better you should be at determining how they think. And the more you can trust what they will do.
For instance, a person driving a particular car for the first time will experience a bit of discomfort as he gets to know the machine. But, the more he drives the machine in different circumstances, the better he knows what it can/cannot do and how to control it. Of course, he may never know it as well as a manufacturer or a real professional driver, but a bond is formed that is sometimes hard to break.
Similarly, when two people get to know each other, they begin to understand how the other person thinks and operates. They can then trust the other person to respond to a situation in a certain way. So, if a person says, "I cannot trust you," may it be that they did not take enough time to get to know you?
Once you get to know how a person works and thinks, the next thing is do I like how they work? Don't even think about trying to change a person's behaviour. That just isn't going to happen. (Changes to an adult's personality are the exception, not the rule!) There will be certain traits you won't like. (After all we are human!) So the real issue is whether we can live happily with those problems. Once those things have been dealt with then a person can truly be in love with another person.
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Sex on the Mind
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Posted:Apr 27, 2009 12:43 am
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Why do men think so much about sex? Well, aside from the fact that it's so damn good, do we have a choice?
Every woman knows what men like - it's like KFC - either leg, breast or thigh (ass). So, women dress to show or highlight one or more of those areas. Why, then, are you upset if sex is on our minds? That's what you put there! If you want us look at your face, cover your self in loose clothes.
Ok, that still won't help much. But that's how we've been trained. A guy now meets you and he talks about the summit and the impact of the recession on the daily lives of the common man, where does he end up? Not on a second date with you! That's why we started leaving work at work. Even if you do manage to enjoy talking serious topics with a man, where does he end up, as a lover or in the friendship zone? And, as we all know (or at least those guys who got the memo) there is no way to move from the friendship zone into the bedroom. So, if you wish to start having intellectual conversations with your lovers, start screwing your best friends! 
Also, while it is a pleasure to see some women interested in sports, many others need to cut back on the Lifetime and start watching some Football or Basketball.
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Going to bed sad
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Posted:Apr 21, 2009 8:33 pm
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I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just ......... down. It's time for bed and I just want to lie here. Alone. But you're next to me. The heat is keeping me up. The depression is driving me crazy. I feel like I'm falling into a rabbit hole and, as I sing deeper and deeper into oblivion I see all the pain and problems of the world flashing before my eyes. Oh, if only I could ....
"You're not hugging me up?" A voice, once sweet like honeycomb, now filters through the chaos of my warped perception of the world and comes through in my mind as the shrill voice of a 95 year old hag. How could I reply? I don't want my love. I don't want to feel my angel. As I lay on my side wallowing in self pity she seems like a crocus bag full of weights that I must carry. Oh! If only I had a knife or a gun! I would ......
"Hug me up?" Again, that voice. It once belonged to and angel, but now - but here - who can tell. She wriggles her body until her back is against my chest, and her butt is well up on my crotch. I adjust my arms to be more comfortable. They go around her. No, I'm not hugging her. I'm definitely not placing them against her breasts. Oh, her plump supple breasts. How I hate them right now because even them I can find no delight in! What's the use .......
Her hand, like the snap of my strict third grade teacher in front my face, jolts me to this world. I'm too old now; too experienced. The daydream does not end. It pauses long enough to see what a selfish little bitch she is. At a time like this all you can think of is looking for my dick?! I remember a time when those adroit hands made me harder than I had ever been. Now, instead of filling me with pleasure, they fill me with anger and hatred. What's the use? What's the point of ......
SHIT! What the fuck was that? Damn woman! No, no, no, no, no, no, No, NO, No, NO, NO NO NO!!!!!! Not the balls! Not the ......! "Oh sweet Jesus!" I blurt out. What an angel God has created! My mind continues. Her gentle touch was like the strong cool winds of the Caribbean, blowing away the impending insanity and filling my soul with such warmth, such tenderness, such happiness, such purpose, such incredible pleasure.
"That's better," she says as she pulls down my pants just enough to free my slightly swollen cock. She raises up her nightgown so that her butt is exposed, and presses back against me so she can feel my shaft through her panties. Her full hips gyrate skillfully against my growing shaft. I find myself pressing up against her, reaching beneath her nightgown to fell her firm stomach.
But this is not what she wants. She pushes me off and pulls off her panties. Leaving her nightdress on, she pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top. Oh did Aphrodite personally train this angel? She doesn't take me in! She just sits on top of me, letting me feel the outside of her vagina while she slowly moves back and forth on me. My hands try to feel her silky smooth legs, but they are stopped instantly and detained above my head.
Strands of her luxurious hair fall to the side of my face and I can make out the intoxicating smell of her shampoo. Oh, what an aphrodisiac! My eyes close to allow my nostrils to grab as much of the aroma as possible. Then I feel her wet tender lips gently touching mine. Her soft kisses telling me so much. Muah, how worried she was about me. Muah, how much she cares for me. Muah, how much she loves me. Over and over she reassures me of her love.
But between her legs she feels how much I appreciate her concern. I have gotten so hard and long for her! She raises up on one knee and takes me inside of her. Slowly. Her eyes closed to savor every inch. She pauses to rip off her nightgown and reconfine my hands to their prison above my head. Then she begins.
Slow, deep strokes. Making me feel how wet she is all the way in. She slides me out until I am almost to the point of slipping out before she slides me back into her. In the dim light from the adjacent bathroom I can see the silhouette of he majestic breasts. The expression on her face reflects intense delight. She can't take control of me like this! Who does she think I am? Some whinny depressed man? IT's time for a prison break!
I jerk my hands free from her grasp and, in one swift motion, flip her onto her back and climb on top of her. Before she can even think of regaining control I drive my massive shft deep into her. Her moan rises like a white flag. I drill deep into while reaching to fell the softness of her legs. Oh, her feet and calves are up against my sides, but her silky thighs, her full hips ......
Her arms wrap around my broad chest. I plant sweet kisses along her neck. The pleasure rises. Her moans become desperate as we struggle to hold on to this moment and make it last forever. Oh, but I can't help it. I can feel my dam ready to burst! Her nails dig into me. (Thank God for acrylic, else I would be the one having a loud orgasm!) Her legs pressing me on her as she rides the intense convulsions from her orgasm. Her whole body tighten. Her pussy squeezes my swollen shaft and drives me crazy. My dam explodes and I give her the deepest hardest thrusts that are humanly possible, until, finally ...........
Mmmmmmm. I love to feel her sweet lips against mine! "Come on hunny. Get up. You're going to be late!" Was it a dream? Was it my imagination? No. Pleasure like this can only come from a real sex goddess. Satisfaction like this only comes from a real lover. Happiness and purpose like I feel now can only come from a real angel. Look out world, I'm coming for ya!
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If I were a Girl
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Posted:Apr 4, 2009 2:28 pm
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(From Beyonce's "If I were a Boy")
If I were a girl, even just for a day, I'd roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I want and look good. Go shop with the girls and tantalize guys. I'd let in who I wanted and tell the other guys that I quit and they’d believe me
If I were a girl, I think I could understand how it feels to trust a guy I swear I'd be a better gal. I'd listen to him 'cause I know how it hurts when you give up things you wanted, but she's taking you for granted and everything you plan gets destroyed.
If I were a girl, then I would go to church. Tell everyone ‘bout service so they'd think that I was sleeping alone. I’d put myself first, and make the rules as I go. 'Cause I know how much he wants me, and he’ll never ever leave me alone.
If I were a girl I think I could understand how it feels to trust a guy, I swear I'd be a better gal. I'd listen to him, 'cause I know how it hurts when you lose the things you wanted but she's taking you for granted and everything you plan gets destroyed.
It's a little too late for you to come back. Say it's just a mistake, think i'd forgive you like that. If you thought I would wait for you you thought wrong.
But you're just a girl and you don't understand, how it feels to trust a guy, someday you’d wish you were a better gal. You don't listen to him. You don't care how it hurts. Until you lose the one you wanted, 'cause you're taking him for granted, and everything you had got destroyed.
But you're just a girl
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Men are NOT pigs!
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Posted:Apr 4, 2009 2:14 pm
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Men are not pigs, we know what we want and go after it. It's like alcohol. We're going out and you don't want me drunk. So, when ordering the drinks you order orange juice for me. Now, if you want me have a little fun, you might order one or two screwdrivers for me. Let me know you care but are not ready to see me drunk. But, if you are only ordering screwdrivers or vodkas on the rocks, do you really expect me to not get drunk?! If I'm alone in a room with you looking as hot as you were Sat night, do you really expect me to sit and have an intellectual conversation with you?!
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Posted:Oct 30, 2008 3:11 am
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Why do women ‒ smart, funny, sexy women ‒ have and keep guys who don’t treat them good? The guy is cheating on her, hardly takes her out, does little for her, degrades her yet she stays with him. Her family doesn’t like him. Her friends can’t stand him and fed up of how he treats her. Yet they won’t let him go!
My only explanation for this is a little on the religious side. When God put Adam and Eve out of the garden of Eden He laid a curse on the woman: “Your craving will be for your husband.” I think that down to this day ‒ when men are weak and sex-crazed ‒ women still can’t break free from the curse!
Ladies, WAKE UP!!!!!!! Snap out of it!!!!!!!! Take a step back and examine your life in light of these few questions:
1. Are you afraid of getting old alone? Well, news flash honey, after he treats you like shit and does what he wants with you, and tears down your soul, he’s going to go through a mid-life crisis and leave you for a slutty 21 year-old! So much for growing old together! It is more likely that your friends and family will still be around despite his attempts to alienate you from them!
2. Are you eager to have ? Then why are you still with him?! Do you want to be there during your bitter arguments and vicious fights? Do you want them around when you finally realize what everyone was telling you? Then dump him now so a friend of a friend can put some moves on you!
3. “… but I’m not seeing anyone else out there. All the good men are taken!” Hmmmmm. If I were coming at you during this tumultuous relationship, would you look at me as a serious marriage contender or a player? The man is waiting on you to be single! And even if he isn’t there yet, didn’t you get a man before? Have you become so gruesome and hideous since then? You are not trash! You are a masterpiece of creation! Another one will come along.
4. “Through good times, and bad times, I’ll be on your side forever more. That’s what friends are for.” Anybody remembers that song? Your friends and family were there before you met him and they will (hopefully) be there after he leaves. Ladies, I don’t care what Akon or anybody else say, I telling you: DON’T LET ANY MAN COME BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY.
So, take some time off. Find out about you. What do you like. What do you like to do. What are you looking for in a marriage partner. Then, I’m sure he’ll be easier to see.
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What Women Want
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Posted:Sep 24, 2008 9:37 pm
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So many times I have heard women complain that there are no good guys anymore. I was beginning to think I am an endangered species! As I started having more female friends in my life, I began to realize that there are still many good men around; women just don't want them!
If you have felt the same way, think back to the men that have been in your life. Think carefully. Has there been at least one guy who listened when you spoke? Someone who made the extra effort when you needed something? You would call and talk to him about what was happening in your life. You complained about the guy(s) in your life and how much of an asshole they were. Maybe you told him how good the sex was. And he sat and listened politely and empathized with you (and quietly wondered what's wrong with me?!).
Now how was that guy rewarded for being there for you? Did you sleep with him? Did he get to see you naked? Did he even get to see you in your underwear or in a swimsuit?! Why not? Was he too geeky? Maybe he did not tell you the things you wanted to hear; the things that get you wet. He did not tell you about his selfish cravings for you and did not utter empty promises the way your other lovers did. He did not take advantage of the opportunities that presented themselves, but chose to just be there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. And where did it get him? The couch!
Many smarter men foresaw this and decided not to get stuck in the friendship zone. So, they tell you what you want to hear, make those empty promises before god and some relative's grave, and they get a piece of you! Some men went against the odds and became good men, only to end up with a real be-atch who tore his heart out and ground it to dust. Others fought against these realities and tried to keep some of their good qualities just because.
But, at the end of the day, why be good? Good guys finish last! Instead of telling us that we are like a big brother to you and we just do not turn you on, you make up stories about how you found God or are no longer looking for one night stands and booty-calls but serious relationships. And later you call us and tell us how your latest one night stand or booty call is not treating you good!
Why not give him a chance? Because his words don't get you wet? Well, if you let his hands do some talking, he'll probably give you two orgasms before his dick even enters you and gives you three more! Maybe you're afraid he'll become too clingy? Well, haven't you had men who enticed you with their words but later manifested psychotic tendencies? Besides, it's a lot easier to spot these tendencies in a guy who is not a player! Nah! You probably don't want to give him a chance because you might get tied up and want to have a real relationship with him, but, you'll still end up cheating on him with the guy with the game.
So, enjoy the games your lovers play. The next time you say there are no good men, remember, that is not what you want anyway!
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My First Mindblowing Oral!!!!!
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Posted:Oct 6, 2007 11:55 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2007 2:14 am
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I was exhausted. I just loved her huge ass! Normally I'm not a butt fan. I prefer breasts *Y* and hers were exceptional - perfectly sized, divinely shaped, calling out for me to hold, squeeze, swallow, and suck profusely.
But she sat me at the edge of the bed with just a condom on. She turned and slowly peeled off her jeans that was probably painted onto her. Gradually she revealed the sexy boy shorts that stretched around her full, massive ass. (Y) When she bent over to completely take them off, I lost control.
I ripped off her panties, grabbed her and bent her over, right in the middle of my bedroom. Her hands on the ground between her legs, her ass high in the air, I rammed my throbbing cock into her wet pussy from behind. I help on to her full hips and slammed her fast and hard. >>!
In the middle of the room, against my desk, against my wall. I pulled her to my bed, held her stately legs up against my broad shoulders and fucked her hard and furiously. Her constant moans and forced cries of delight drove me wild. Although I never came, we lost count with the number of climaxes she had.
Now, she lay beside me; her head on my strong chest, her hair on my chinny chin chin, her hands figure skating all over my body. I felt her body still twitching as she seemed to meditate on the past hour. Her hands wandered down to my firm, long cock still eager to satisfy.
Normally she does not like the taste of a cock after a condom has been on. So, I felt safe when she moved down and took off my condom. Oh, her hands were magical as she stroke my cock! Then she pulled my foreskin back and, before I knew it, she began licking and sucking my cock!
Actually, I still don't think knew what was going on as yet! The pleasure hit me like an 18-wheeler truck and sent me straight to heaven. Her skillful hands stroke my cock like she was stroking my soul, and her mouth sucked me like a vacuum. I couldn't move! Actually I could move, and did! I squirmed and convulsed as she sucked me.
Amazingly I did not cum. When she finally gave me a rest I was speechless. My body lay limp on the bed, except for my long hard shaft sticking up noticeably in the air. Curious as to why I hadn't cum yet, she asked if I was enjoying it! All I could do is babble some incoherent nonsense while my brain was trying to piece itself together again. With a sinister smile she went back down and blew my mind once more!
I did not cum, but I was so glad about that; I might have way to soon to enjoy that so much! I think I got a glimpse of how hot sex is for women! happym; Thank you so much my sexy princess. {=}
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The Two Shall Become One
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Posted:Oct 2, 2007 8:38 am
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In the beginning, God created the woman, brought the woman to the man, and said, “the two shall become one flesh.” Thus, what God has yoked together, let no man put apart.
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You and me
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Posted:Sep 27, 2007 8:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2007 2:14 am
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You're the kind of woman a man really would love to be with. To lie beside you and feel your soft hands exploring my strong, masculine body. Your fingertips glide along my strong, chiseled chest, playing with the strands of hair. You play with my firm stomach and check to see how glad I am to have you near to me.
Pleased with what you feel, your soft tender lips intertwine with mine and our tongues dance to the romantic melody of the music playing in the background. Teasingly, you stroke me while I savour your lips and play with your glorious hair.
You climb on top my thick long shaft; your juicy pussy swallowing me eagerly. Your body is bent forward slightly and your hands rooted in the bed beside my head. I look into your soulful eyes and gaze at your luxurious hair falling haphazardly over your shoulders. Your majestic breasts dangle enticingly. When I touch them, you entire body quivers with delight.
With slow even strokes, you relish the incredible feeling of your juicy pussy sliding up and down my thick shaft. My hands delight in your plump supple breasts. I rise to meet you, and our arms wrap around each other as our bodies intertwine. I sprinkle your neck with candy-sweet kisses. We dance a passionate dance. We enjoy the feel of each other's body. Except for the momentary pauses to change positions, we seem glued together; inseparable; focused on satisfying each other.
group_post 230036 inspired me to write this. Thanks babyface15319.
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I came home .................................
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Posted:Sep 9, 2007 7:07 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2007 2:16 am
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I opened the door and saw her sitting on the couch with just her panties on reading a book. I sat her and kissed her. While our tongues tangoed, my hands roamed about your chunky body and eventually settled on her majestic breasts. She dropped the book on the floor and lay back while I tenderly stroke her breasts, relishing the smooth contours of those pleasure-stuffed mounds. My lips pull away from hers and move to her rosy cheeks. I sprinkle sweet kisses all over her stately neck on my way down to her succulent breasts. I lift one in my hands and devour it, pouring delightful kisses all over it, and sucking on the sides. My tongue glides happily down the side to her sensuous nipple. I suck it like a sweet plum, holding it gently between my teeth and pulling it to tantalize her.
Mmmmmm, I could spend hours on those meaty mountains, but I know she is yearning for more. I can almost feel the pounding of her heart while I massage her voluptuous breasts. Her erotic panting and the heaving of your stomach indicate to me how hot she feels inside. I reach down between her legs and slowly rub her moist pussy through your panties. She gasps with delight and moans approvingly as she encourages me to go deeper.
My hand slips into her panties and my finger slithers into her pussy. There I find that her dammed up passions have begun to seep out. I rub her clit vigorously sending bolts of pleasure surging through her body. Her breathing intensifies, she moans desperately and her body shakes excitedly. I slide one finger into her making her gasp excitedly. I pull it out and send two fingers diving into her to caress her soaking inner walls. They delve deep into her eventually finding your G-spot. My deep strokes cause erotic explosions inside her, sending her into an orgasmic fit. I am mesmerized by the sight of her fleshy body convulsing on the couch and my cock has swollen immensely from the unfulfilled desire to have her.
I pull my fingers out and, while she pulls off her panties, I rip off my clothes. I lift her legs up and with one on each of my broad shoulders, I drive my long, hard cock into her soaking pussy. I rock her slowly, kissing her thick calves and kneading her stout thighs. Gradually I push faster and harder into her. The pleasure fills her up, making her burn with pleasure. My hands dig into her thighs while I thrust deep and hard into her. The fierce pounding from my hard cock blows her mind, and she scream loudly while she shakes violently from the intense orgasmic explosions inside her.
I pull her off the couch and make her stand up then bend over. She spreads her thick legs wide and bends so that her hands are on the ground. Her full calves become swollen. Her massive thighs are thick, elegant columns expertly crafted into an irresistible pathway leading to her temple of ecstasy. Her huge ass spreads out like an inviting bed that hypnotizes me and pulls my eager cock into her anxious pussy.
I hold on to her full hips and drive my shaft in and out of her. Her moans become desperate; her cries intense. My deep hard thrusts seem to massage, not just her g-spot, but her while soul. Her cries echo throughout the room filling my heart with delight and swelling my cock to the extreme. I try to hold back the dam but how could I? Feeling my body slamming into hers, feeling her pussy soaking wet as thought she is already gushing, holding her stout body in my hands, hearing her desperate cries. I pull out of her and let my cream gush onto her ass. When I'm done, she turns around and sucks the remainder off my swollen cock.
What a way to say hello!
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Which superhero ...... ?
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Posted:Sep 8, 2007 7:26 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2007 2:14 am
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Ladies and gentlemen, I'd love to know which superhero you'd like to have sex with?
At first glance this seems a bit childish, but bear with me please. I just saw Superman show on cable and was once again upset with the major flaws in the storyline, one of them being that Lois slept with Superman and still doesn't know he's Clark Kent!?!?!?!  I would have expected that from a guy!  So, instead of fussing about another of Hollywood's gross errors, I thought I'd ask this question.
If Halle Berry is REALLY Catwoman, I think she'd be my pick! 
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