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THIS BLOG IS EXPLICIT AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1560616509427208066</id><published>2007-07-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:47:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can take me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rp8I97wpEHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1VOMWkUaqI/s1600-h/irreversible-0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rp8I97wpEHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1VOMWkUaqI/s400/irreversible-0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088795964058701938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home alone and I call you on the phone...after some initial pleasentries we have come to the conclusion that we are both alone and could use some company...you agree to come to my house even though it is about 1/2 hour drive from yours, but where I live is much more secluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long for you to enter my home and pull me into your arms and make me hold you tight and allow you to feel the comfort of being in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caress your back so slightly first on the outside of your blouse and then underneath.  The back rub is exactly what you needed.  I can feel the stress of the day leaving your body.  We embrace and softly kiss each other.  This was not going to be a night of animal lust, this was a night for tenderness.  We have not seen each other in about 2 weeks and even though our loins are filled with lust and desire, the need for feeling loved and being in the arms of another over rides the animal instinct to pounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss softly and slowly, taking in one another.  We find ourselves slowly moving towards my bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pause by my bathroom and I can see your mind racing with thought, you lead me in there as you turn on the shower.  You know that when we shower together I enjoy washing your hair and massaging your scalp and back.  You undress me and direct me into the warm shower, I wait patiently for you to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you have undressed yourself, I see a hand pulling the shower curtain aside, there you are so beautiful and soft.  The wanting in your eyes and the body language of love and affection have taken over your every being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn you so that you are under the water, allowing the spray of the massager relax every fiber of your being, you give into the heat of the water and your lust as I run my fingers through your hair, you begin running your hand down between us, I think that you are moving your hand downward to massage my throbbing lust for you.  But no, with a surprise you begin touching yourself, you start masturbating in the shower giving into the stress free environment that you have found yourself in.  I am aroused even more as I watch you slowly but purposefully start bringing yourself to climax.  I love watching you masturbate and you know this and expose me for it.  I try to touch you, but you brush my hand away and tell me to just watch.  I obey your request and watch you reach one of the biggest orgasms of your life, your body goes limp and you fall into my arms and you look up into my eyes and you say to me in your softest erotic tone..."you can take me now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-1560616509427208066?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1560616509427208066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=1560616509427208066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/1560616509427208066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/1560616509427208066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-can-take-me-now.html' title='You can take me now'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rp8I97wpEHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1VOMWkUaqI/s72-c/irreversible-0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-4180109168756208340</id><published>2007-02-21T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:05:32.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rd0kfGxiFcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9YyWjjFAStY/s1600-h/creampie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rd0kfGxiFcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9YyWjjFAStY/s400/creampie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034220075282994626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-4180109168756208340?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='I am back bitches!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/4180109168756208340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=4180109168756208340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/4180109168756208340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/4180109168756208340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-back-bitches.html' title='I am back bitches!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rd0kfGxiFcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9YyWjjFAStY/s72-c/creampie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-114537622518941928</id><published>2006-04-18T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:10:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She likes it Rough- Remix (Guest Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have my own blog. Alas, the following material isn't something I want some of my readers to see. The owner of this blog is one of my best friends. He is letting me post because I need to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted the title to make reference to the first time I fucked a fan. But, he is more than a fan… and it was one of the most orgasmic experiences of my life. This is a true story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wait for him at a coffee shop. I read a paper and drink water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nervous, I try to keep myself from looking up at every movement, every shadow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ours was a virtual introduction. I receive many emails… but this one caught my eye. It was ambiguous and simple, sweet and interesting and I was hooked. I couldn't even really tell you why. I didn't even know the sex of the author. I just knew I was intrigued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a week of constant emails and IM's… one phone conversation. It was frantic and exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was completely infatuated before I even knew what he looked like. I saw his picture… and my stomach tightened, I couldn't stop smiling and my pussy was instantly wet. I wanted some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I wait… hoping to god the attraction is the same in person. Is this a date? No. It's more like, an appointment… for sex. I know what I want… I know what he wants. We want to fuck. There is no time for anything else; you see… there are spouses. This is elicit, illegal, immoral… and erotic as fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stare at my newspaper, trying to absorb the slightest piece of newsworthy information… and I'm lost. Ill. Excited. Then, there it is. His presence. I look up and smile and stand to offer a hug. I am most definitely attracted. It's fucking on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We stand in line to buy coffee. We are planning to chat a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much is said before he puts both hands on my face and says "Lets just get this out of the way"… then his lips are on mine… his tongue is touching mine. I'm on fucking fire. My cunt is aching to be touched by him. Just him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We sit down at a table, his knee touching mine. His hand on my leg. There's obvious chemistry. I can't stop looking at him. He's fucking fascinating. His words… his face, his body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We decide to walk around a bit. He pulls me into secluded spots… kissing me, teasing me. He knows how bad I want him and he makes it worse. We walk more, find another spot and he presses me against the wall. "I can smell your pussy from here" as he slides his hand into my pants… rubbing my wet slit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't take it anymore. I need him inside me. On me… I want his cock in my mouth. We make arrangements to meet at a motel not too far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the drive over I keep thinking about how he'll fuck me. I get wetter and wetter. I'm throbbing. I'll probably explode the second he touches me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We unlock the door and step into our room… then the frenzied kissing begins. He pushes me into the wall, tongues touching, he's grinding into me. I'm panting like a fucking desperate whore. I don't even remember the clothes coming off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm laying on the edge of the bed… knees pulled up to my chest. He's kneeling between my thighs, licking me. Fingers inside, pushing me open… knowing how to fill me up… I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm going to cry. Then I feel another finger slide into my ass. Fuck… he's so hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's rough. I need it like that. I move back onto the bed and he climbs up over me. I ask him to fuck my face. I can't use my hands… He's over me… cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat while he looks down at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He wants me to cum… he lays between my thighs and licks my clit… fingers me gently… and then he starts nibbling… and I explode when he bites my clit. It's pain… pleasure pain. My hips come immediately off the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, it's time to fuck. I'm a slut. I like getting fucked… I like getting my ass slapped and being called a whore. Especially with strangers who make my pussy so wet I hardly know my own name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The condom is on… and he's on me. In me. The rhythm of his hips is perfect. His cock is fat and it fills me. He knows how to use the short strokes… he knows where my gspot is and he fucks me hard. I cum again… all over him. He doesn't want to come yet, but he has to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wait… there's more. We lie naked, in recovery. Talking. No worries, just lust. Just lust. Time goes by and we're ready for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's the master. I do as I'm told. He puts me on the dresser, leaned against the wall, my thighs pressed into my chest… and he's fucking me. I can see it sliding in and out. He kisses me. He's rough and that turns me on. He puts his hand on my throat, I feel my pussy contract. This position is precarious, dangerous… we move to the chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He sits… I ride him. Hard. Porn star. I grind my pussy onto his cock like I'll die if I stop. He watches me, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples… The way he looks at me. The quickness of my orgasm catches me off guard. 2 orgasms is 'multiple' for me. This man, he knows my pussy- I cum for a third time. I cum hard and shake. My legs get weak and I collapse on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's ready… he takes me to the bed. Tells me to get on all fours and then he takes me from behind. Slapping my ass harder and harder as he fucks the hell out of me. I want him to cum. I want to be the cause of this mans orgasm. I want him to want me as bad as I want him. I don't cum from behind. I don't know how. It doesn't work. Yes, girl… it does now. Fuck… Me… Not fair. There is no build up… it's just there. Hard and quick. Number 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Son of a bitch. This can't be a one time thing. I need this. I just need this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114537622518941928?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/114537622518941928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=114537622518941928&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114537622518941928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114537622518941928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-likes-it-rough-remix-guest-post.html' title='She likes it Rough- Remix (Guest Post)'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-114515285347693080</id><published>2006-04-15T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:24:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Panties Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/7452986_f470218f67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/7452986_f470218f67.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The business trip that I was on was into it's 12th straight day.  We were talking throughout my trip and I was missing you beyond belief.  You knew my itenirary and you knew that I was scheduled to be in Philly for the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly into Philadelphia, pick up my luggage and take the shuttle over to the car rental.  I picked up my car and headed to the hotel.  I get to the lobby and the girl and the front desk welcomes me back.  This is the fourth time in three months that I have been to this hotel.  My room key was ready and they had already pre-checked me in.  Always a convenience when you are tired from flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room was the same suite that I always stay in.  My little home away from home.  Little did I realize that you had made a mental note of this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am unpacking I hear a knock on my door.  I assume it is a clerk from the hotel to have me sign my credit card receipt which had become a familiar routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer the door and there you were!  You had a beautiful cashmere sweater with charcol gray skirt.  You looked amazing. I stood there in utter disbelief.  There was no way I was witnessing what I was seeing.  You had made it very clear in a previous conversation that you were going to busy and otherwise occupied and would call me whenever you were able to.  I had become accustomed to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my jaw was dropping you ran into my arms and put your soft sweet lips against mine!  It was the first time we have ever met in person.  We have had a billion conversations over the im and the phone.  I opened my mouth and you slid your soft tongue in my mouth.  I took in every part of your soft kisses on my lips.  I could feel the arousal in my pants and so could you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift your skirt to squeeze your beautiful ass and you were wearing pink panties underneath.  You knew I would appreaciate the pink panties.  I was backing up into my room not allowing one moment for our lips to part, pulling you with me as you were pushing me backwards.  Once you kicked the door closed with your foot is the moment I reached under your sweater.  I had to feel those perfect breasts that I had until now only admired in photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not long before you sweater was off and you were standing there in your pink panties and your white bra.  I took you all in.  I memorized every square inch of your body, from the soft light brown hair to the beautifully tanned body.  You were more amazing in person than I had ever dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pushed me onto the bed.  I was lying on my back as you began to pull my pants off.  My erection was strong and willing.  It did not take long for you to expose the member that you had been longing for.  You took it in your mouth as if you owned it.  You wrapped your sweet soft lips around the head of my thick pulsating member and began stroking it up and down.  Making sure that you were able to take in every inch of me into your mouth.  You took ownership of my cock and you made it yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to reach and undo your bra and pull off your panties at this moment.  I watched you lovingly suck my member nude.  I was ready to explode! You could tell, you could feel my cock swelling inside your mouth.  I lifted your head and looked at me with those beautiful eyes and without saying a word you knew.  You knew that I wanted to return the favor.  I flipped you off of my cock and onto your back.  We switched positions in the blink of an eye.  One second you had you mouth full of my cock ready to swallow every ounce of desire that was about to be released and in an instant you were on your back with your legs spread feeling my tongue so softly kissing your hardened clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clit was throbbing, it was ready to explode.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114515285347693080?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Pink Panties Part I'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/114515285347693080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=114515285347693080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114515285347693080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114515285347693080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/04/pink-panties-part-i.html' title='Pink Panties Part I'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-114339039692368301</id><published>2006-03-26T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:04:37.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/COUP004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/COUP004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a warm summer night.  I saw you across the room in the bar.  You were wearing a black sundress, you were stunning.  Your tan skin glistening with the lights coming from the bar, the way the light reflected off your silky brown hair and the sparkle in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching you, you caught me looking at you, working up the courage to come over to get to know you.  You were occupied with the company you were keeping.  You were not there to be picked up on, you were taking care of business and it was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night started to wind down and the bar was closing we ran into each other.  We were both trying to hail a taxi.  I was over the limit and it became obvious that you were too...We agreed to share a cab, since they were few and far between and as it turns out we did not stay far from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mentioned that you saw me that evening and was curious.  I knew I was not the only one feeling the attraction.  As we spoke in the cab, we began with more than just chat, it was a conversation that people have that know each other, we were both just resisting the urge to not jump the others bones.  But then it happened....your strap fell off your shoulder. I leaned over to brush it back on your shoulders and right then in an instant we both went to kiss each other.....we began kissing long and deep, I did not put your strap back on your shoulder I pulled it further down to expose your beautiful breasts....Your breasts were nice and firm and were ready to be caressed, I obliged and began massaging your breast, I could tell that as I was teasing your nipples your hips began moving.  You were being aroused through the erotic sensation of your nipples.  I slid my hand up your dress only to feel the moistness of your desire seeping through your panties.  Your panties were soaked with desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid your thong to the side and slipped 2 fingers into you easily....I began kissing you and fingering you in the back seat of the cab.  At one point we just looked at each other and then over to the front seat and notice the driver watching in his rear view mirror.  This only made it more erotic and exciting...you became even wetter and begged for yet another finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your hand running up my leg and you began to unzip my trousers, and then we heard "first stop".  This was not only the first stop but the last stop.  We were at your place, I tossed the cabbie a 100 dollar bill and told him to keep the change.  He was ecstatic.  He watched two people in the back seat of his cab steam up his windows and was tipped for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered your building, trying to make time and the elevator move faster.  It was not fast enough.  I stood behind you as we watched the elevator come down to the bottom for us to enter.  I stroked your hair and kissed the back of your neck.  I slid my hand up your skirt, teasing your clit.  The security cameras were catching every moment of the erotic tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the elevator door opened......we entered alone and were extremely pleased that we did not have to share it with anyone else at that moment.  No sooner did the doors close, you turned around to face me, unzipping my trousers and pulled out my throbbing cock.  You held it in your hand stroking it and then dropping to your knees.  You wrapped your soft wet lips around it and began sucking and stroking it.  On your knees you were taking me in and out of your mouth, your dress slowly slipping off of you once again, exposing those breasts.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator door opened, luckily your apt was across the elevator doors....my cock was still outside of my pants as I lifted your skirt.  You could feel me pressing it against your ass while you were stumbling with your keys.  You and I both knew what was coming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally get the door open, and throw your keys on the table.  I lift your dress, pull your panties to the side, face you against the wall and take you right there.  You are facing the wall as I slide my throbbing cock inside of you....you are being taken with desire.  I can feel you dripping your hot wet juices down the shaft of my cock each and every time I thrust.  I hear you moaning against the wall.  You aren't able to control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all at once you scream......you scream with the most erotic sound I have ever heard and I feel your pussy tighten around my cock.  Then a gush of your cum slides down my shaft!  I pump a few more times as you beg for me to explode inside of you.  You beg and  scream, cum inside me baby, cum now....I tease you with my cock and wait for you to beg until you can't take it anymore, then all at once you feel me release my hot cum inside of you.  You are filled with desires that we were expressing from the moment we decided to share the cab..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on me.......what's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114339039692368301?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='What&apos;s Your Name?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/114339039692368301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=114339039692368301&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114339039692368301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114339039692368301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-your-name.html' title='What&apos;s Your Name?'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-114227618906246414</id><published>2006-03-13T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:57:49.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your cologne is like pussy lube</title><content type='html'>Read this!  This is what we did this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/2006/03/motel-9.html"&gt;Motel 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114227618906246414?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Your cologne is like pussy lube'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/114227618906246414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=114227618906246414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114227618906246414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114227618906246414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-cologne-is-like-pussy-lube.html' title='Your cologne is like pussy lube'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-114159674400873005</id><published>2006-03-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:12:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From dawn to dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/search_for_the_snow_leopard_tent_sex_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/search_for_the_snow_leopard_tent_sex_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sun is beginning to set, we have spent the entire day out in the ocean.  We have allowed our skin to shrivel and we have the taste of salt on our lips from the waves that have pounded us all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to say what the hell and watch the sunset.  We take a walk down the beach with hopes of finding someone that has planned their evening a little better than we had.  We originally were only going to surf for a couple of hours.  However, with all the fun we lost track of time.  We had no intention on being there so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stumble on a group of people that had started a bon fire on the beach and we were invited to join them and enjoy the warmth of the fire.  Oh, the heat was so nice, thawing our bones from the freezing water and now the cold salty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made for a moment that we have enjoyed a million times together, sitting on the beach by the fire, making new friends.  Laughing and holding each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The romance of the day and the evening are beginning to take it's toll on our emotions.  I slowly slide my hand in between your legs under the blanket.  I can feel the heat from your mound and it is not from the heat of the fire.  The fire between your legs emits the heat of lust and passion.  I rub your mound under the blankets, trying to be discreet so that the others around don't catch on to what we are doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up and notice that no one is paying attention to anyone, it seems that the mood has taken over everyone.  Everyone is embraced with their partner kissing, holding, touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any delay we decide to leave the fire and head back to our part of the beach.  The area we staked out earlier in the day.  We get into the little pup tent that we have and begin kissing each other and touching one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zip up the door to the tent so that no one can look in.....and begin to kiss you deeper and softer than we have ever kissed before.  I slid my hand down your sweat pants.  You don't have any panties on, so I am able to penetrate you with my finger without objection.  You are so wet at this time that I am able to slide two fingers in with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You moan as you feel my fingers fucking you, while I kiss you deeply.  You want me to make you cum.  You press your mound on my hand, fucking my fingers harder and faster.  I can feel you beginning to clinch....I pull my fingers out of you and can see the juices flowing down my fingers.  I take your pants down and start licking your clit, I want you to cum on my face, I want to taste you and you want to give me a taste of your sweet nector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cum quickly once you feel my tongue on you and you oblige by cumming on my face and allowing me to taste every ounce of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You beg for me to slide my cock inside of you.  I pull my sweat pants down, my cock is throbbing and has been waiting with anticipation for the go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slide my throbbing member into you with ease.  You can feel me fill you up with my muscle, you can feel the throbbing of my head going in and out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You beg for me to go deeper and faster. I drive my muscle deep inside of you at your command and you gasp for air as I drive it all the way in you.  I slide it out slowly to allow you to catch your breath and you pull me back in.  You are ready to feel me shoot my hot load deep inside of you.  You want to feel my juices fill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explode as you have requested, you cum at the same time.  The inside of the tent is hot and steamy and we are both gasping for air.  We open the little window zip to get some fresh air and we both just lay there.  Holding on to each other and kissing one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to head home now, so we pack up our stuff and get to the truck.  Just looking at each other knowing what we had just done, and no one was any the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114159674400873005?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='From dawn to dusk'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/114159674400873005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=114159674400873005&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114159674400873005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114159674400873005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-dawn-to-dusk.html' title='From dawn to dusk'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-114127727560291935</id><published>2006-03-01T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:27:55.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/nWp83QmUkUDWPXymVWUetpow3C99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/nWp83QmUkUDWPXymVWUetpow3C99.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We realized that with my new job that we would be seeing a lot less of each other.  This was known yet unspoken when we met that night.  We knew things were going to change, yet we did not mumble a single syllable about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held each other in an embrace that felt much like the one you have when you are about to get on the plane to go see your parents over the holidays.  Knowing that other than the phone we won't have any contact for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid my hand down between your legs, you began to squirm and the tension that was rising in your pants was ready to be released.  I rubbed you in that spot that you love on the outside of your jeans.  You pushed my hand harder onto you and helped me help you release that orgasm that you had been wanting all day, but was waiting to have until you saw me.  I love when you purposefully don't masturbate that day because you know I am coming over.  The orgasm is so intense and amazing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid my hand into your pants, but did not slide them in your panties just yet.  The constricting pressure of my hand between your jeans and your mound adds to the pressure and your pelvis begins to thrust forward, applying more and more pressure so that you can cum once more.  You cum and your legs begin to get weak.  You can't take it anymore and you pull your pants off and throw me onto the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You waste no time in getting my pants off and getting on top of me. We had a moment of humor when we realized that you still had your panties on.  I did not seem to mind and neither did you as we simply slid them to the side as you grabbed my throbbing cock and slipped it inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial feeling of my cock sliding into your already dripping pussy is a feeling that we both enjoy and express with our sighs of sex.  You lay down on top of me as I thrust in and out of you.  You sit up and begin to rub your clit as my cock thrusts in and out of you.  You are are to the point of releasing yet another orgasm.  You cum, you cum hard, so hard that you have to get off of me and catch your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is tingling all over with the ecstasy.  We lay next to each other and just look into each others eyes.  I try to touch you and your body is oversensed.  You laughingly tell me to wait a minute for you to regain your composure.  I don't mind.  I know the wait is worth it.  While we are lying next to each other you begin stroking my cock, just so that I know you plan on keeping it hard for when you are ready.  We begin kissing deeply, deeper than we usually kiss.  I stroke your hair while you stroke my cock.  Then all at once you pull me on top of you.  I slide inside of you again and you moan at the pleasure of feeling me inside of you again.  This time I am in control, I have you underneath me and I am stroking you knowing how sensitive you are.  Slow at first, but the thrusts begin to become faster and harder, you are ready to cum again.  I am ready to release inside of you, we work together in unison.  You tell me to hold on and to wait for you to cum.  I try to hold back as well as I can.  You know I won't be able to hold on that much longer and then all at once we both explode.  You feel me cumming deep inside of you and I can feel your legs release that last orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just fall next to each other, breathing heavily and looking into each others eyes.  Holding each other and kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114127727560291935?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='It&apos;s gonna be a while'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/114127727560291935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=114127727560291935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114127727560291935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/114127727560291935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-gonna-be-while.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a while'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113987376652183838</id><published>2006-02-13T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:36:09.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/car_sex_movies_sample_three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/car_sex_movies_sample_three.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sitting in my office today wondering what in the hell I am going to do for lunch.  I usually go with my friend to lunch everyday.  But it so happens that he is in the hospital and had back surgery this morning.  It was a planned operation, but needless to say it left me at work without my usual lunch time crowd and friends.  It sucks when you don't have your regular friends around to hang with and go to lunch with.  You know people you know and trust and you don't have to worry about what you say or who you are talking about.  Where I work, that can be a very sticky situation.  It is a grown up's version of high school, yet I digress.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just as I was contemplating actually driving somewhere or just walking across the street to the deli and make my mind go nuts at deciding what kind of sandwich I wanted or was in the mood for, I get a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing for lunch today she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plans, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turning onto the street your office is located, I figured since I had the day off we could have lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that sounds great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in the parking lot next to your truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go out to the back just as she comes pulling in.  She is a sight for sore eyes needless to say.  It has been a while since I have been with her due to the mitigating circumstances of my life and all.  She knows exactly what I need without even talking to me.  It is so great to be connected to someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is wearing a red t-shirt and khaki pants.  She gets out of her car and gives me the biggest hug I have received in a long time from an adult that is.  My daughter rocks when it comes to hugging her daddy, but yet I am straying from the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can see the joy and pleasure in my face and takes pride in providing me with an uplift to my day and my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide the Italian place is close and we could actually have a sit down lunch opposed to the usual drive through or rush lunches that we both often have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wonderful lunch, just looking into each other eyes, feeling each other.  I of course love making her laugh and that is exactly what I did.  I think she spit a little fetuccini on me, but it's a price I am willing to pay to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk back to my truck, being the gentleman that I am, I open the door for her.  She pauses for a moment and then turns around to face me and just wraps her arms around me and kisses me so soft and caring.  I got an erection immediately.  She obviously noticed and giggled.  She knows that a kiss from her along with my hands sliding down her back to feel her pantylines is pretty much all it takes from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we went to lunch late, the parking lot was pretty empty and no one was around.  She got into the backseat of my truck and invited me to join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin kissing and touching.  I slide my hand between her legs and I can feel the heat coming from her mound through her pants. She did not hesitate to keep my hand there. She said that she was yearning to feel my touch and for me to make her cum.  I did not want to disappoint.  I rubbed her mound on the outside of her pants until she was bucking and she finally came and she felt so free.  She then unzipped her pants and slid my pants inside of her panties so that I could feel and taste her sweet juice.  I started to pull my hand out and she quickly pushed it back in and told me that she needed to feel my fingers inside her.  She need me to rub her g-spot and make her cum.  She had been longing to feel my fingers inside her.  I was so excited and my cock was throbbing.  She was rubbing it on the outside of my pants with each stroke of my finger going in and out of her.  She was beginning to buck again, her legs straightened and she exploded all over my finger.  I could feel her sweet juice soaking my finger and now running down my hand.....It was so erotic and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I felt comfortable enough in the parking lot for her to get on top of me.  I of course did not object.  The back windows are tinted and no one can see what's inside.  She pulled my cock out of my pants, sat on top of me facing me, kissing me and grabbed my cock and slowly put it inside her.  She gasped with pleasure.  She looked into my eyes and just smiled, as if that is what she needed.  I needed it too.  I need to feel her hot lips surround my member and embrace it in all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began riding me. I could not contain or refrain from exploding, she could sense it and asked me to hang in there for just another minute.  She wanted to cum together, she wanted us to explode at the same time.  I held back as she began to tighten her lips around my shaft,  I could feel that she was getting ready to explode.  She bit my lip and said now!  We came, we came hard and together.  We were both out of breath, but we managed to keep kissing each other and I continued to run my fingers through her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just sat there for a minute looking into each others eyes kissing, knowing that we both needed that and we were both there for each other for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got dressed and started to make our way back to my office, when all of the sudden she comes closer to me and unzips her pants.  I looked over and she was unzipping her pants enough for me to slide my finger into her.  She wanted me to take my finger and insert it in her so she could lick off our combined juice.  I was beginning to get aroused again.  I did exactly what she asked and then she kissed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the parking lot, no any wiser of what we had just done.  She gave me a kiss and asked me if I was coming over tonight.  I figure I would stop by :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113987376652183838?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Lunchtime Surprise'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113987376652183838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113987376652183838&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113987376652183838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113987376652183838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/02/lunchtime-surprise.html' title='Lunchtime Surprise'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113951285809073953</id><published>2006-02-09T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:20:58.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Anon #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Picture%20164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Picture%20164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE THIS PIC....I find it VERY erotic....hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to get me your HNT so we can post them for everyone to enjoy! pantylines@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113951285809073953?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='HNT Anon #6'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113951285809073953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113951285809073953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113951285809073953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113951285809073953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/02/hnt-anon-6.html' title='HNT Anon #6'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113926245069577096</id><published>2006-02-06T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:47:30.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 2 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, the white trash super bowl party was great.  However I got a call from pseudo and she informed me that she didn't have any feelings for me anymore!!! WTF.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if that isn't enough....today I was told by my boss that I am losing my job.  He has graciously given me 30 days to get a new one!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I might not be posting much other than the anon HNT, which I am still accepting pictures for....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy B-Day by the way to &lt;a href="http://anyonesgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gymgurl2112.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send your anon pics to pantylines@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had some great ones, and I hope they keep coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113926245069577096?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The last 2 days'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113926245069577096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113926245069577096&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113926245069577096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113926245069577096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-2-days.html' title='The last 2 days'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113890198524513919</id><published>2006-02-02T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:39:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Anon #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/P3270014-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/P3270014-c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a GREAT one!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY Anon HNT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep them coming and I will keep posting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pantylines@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113890198524513919?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='HNT Anon #5'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113890198524513919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113890198524513919&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113890198524513919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113890198524513919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/02/hnt-anon-5.html' title='HNT Anon #5'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113875827184407071</id><published>2006-01-31T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:26:56.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex with a fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/lovemaking.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/lovemaking.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is the season whether we like it or not we come down with the flu of some degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex while you have a fever is something that usually isn't thought about or even discussed, but I find myself unusually horny when I am not feeling well.  It seems the higher the fever the higher the sex drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be out for the count and all my body parts and muscles are aching, however bring sex into the equation and then somewhere from the depths of sexuality I am able to rise to the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the flu season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113875827184407071?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Sex with a fever'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113875827184407071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113875827184407071&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113875827184407071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113875827184407071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/sex-with-fever.html' title='Sex with a fever'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113829418229892385</id><published>2006-01-26T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T08:49:42.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Anon #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/hnt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/hnt4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please enjoy this anon HNT.  I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to send your anon pics to pantylines@gmail.com and I will get them up in the order I receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113829418229892385?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='HNT Anon #4'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113829418229892385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113829418229892385&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113829418229892385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113829418229892385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/hnt-anon-4.html' title='HNT Anon #4'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113806590221261416</id><published>2006-01-23T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:30:21.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/anallesbians0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/anallesbians0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going to Vegas on VIP status definitely has its rewards.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Saturday night we were clubbing at Bellagio and decided that we wanted to head over to this other club at Caesar’s. So we get in the limo and head over to the hotel.  Now you can walk from Bellagio to Caesar's in about 8 minutes…There is a bridge that connects the two together.  But we decided that taking a limo would be the way to go, since it was available to us at our beck and call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We pull up to the hotel and get out of the limo, all the while people are looking at us trying to figure out who we were.  Now the good thing about going to Vegas with Hollywood producers is that most people don’t know who they are or what they look like, but Vegas knows who they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we go into the hotel and see that the club is hoping. It must be, the line to get in overflows onto the casino floor and almost out the door.  We walk right up to VIP and walk in.  We get stamped and seated in our VIP area and begin drinking, the 10 min limo ride was too much of a break in the flow of alcohol…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The women at the clubs in Vegas are H-O-T for the most part and they love to dance right against the VIP ropes in hopes that they can get in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Needless to say, I had my eye on one and she had her eye on me.  She was brunette, about 5’6” and her cup size was a solid C if not a small D.  I leave the VIP area to cruise to the restroom.  The 10 Red Bull/Kettle One’s were ready to start leaving my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She follows me, and waited for me to get out of the bathroom.  I had sensed that she was going to follow me, so I got hooked up with a condom from the bathroom attendant.  You can ask for them and they do have them….FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She grabs me as I am exiting the bathroom and puts my hands around her waist and wants me to dance with her.  She tempts me by kissing me. OH MY GOD she was such a good kisser.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But PL is not dumb.  I know that all she really wanted was to get in our little party on the other side of the ropes.  So while I am kissing her, I say “you want to visit the VIP don’t you?” she says “that would be nice”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was not surprised in the least.  These are the whores that don’t call themselves whores, because they don’t take cash, but they will drink and party up with you in the private area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I grab her by the hand as if to lead her to the VIP area and took a small detour. There was a quieter, darker room in the club where people tend to go in order to be “alone”.  We start making out some more, I slide my hand up her blouse and in her bra to feel those beautiful breasts.  God they were nice.  I slide my hand under her skirt and feel how moist she has become knowing that she might actually make it to the other side for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I slide her thong to the side, slip my finger in her and get her to moan just enough to want the whole thing.  We go to the corner quietly and I bend her over right there.  I slide the condom on and then slide my cock right into her moist pussy.  I could not believe it.  There were people there pretending not to watch, but they were and that was fine with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I pounded her for quite a bit, giving her the reach around and she was getting totally into it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After I came, I zipped up my pants and turned her around and started kissing on her a little bit more.  I told her that I need to go let my body guard know that I wanted to add her to the party and to get her in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That is what I told her.  I never did any such thing.  I left her in the dark room waiting for me to come back to get her.  And she didn’t even bother to come back over to check what was going on.  Hint, if she would have made the effort to come over after a bit, I would have let her in, but she didn’t.  I don’t know why she didn’t but I am glad I didn’t have to let her through.  It just added to the satisfaction of knowing that her intentions were to use me and not give me anything and get in.  I took control got what I wanted and didn’t get used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I LOVE Vegas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113806590221261416?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Vegas Part 1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113806590221261416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113806590221261416&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113806590221261416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113806590221261416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/vegas-part-1.html' title='Vegas Part 1'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113771428542825737</id><published>2006-01-19T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:44:45.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas for the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/bellagio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/bellagio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What happens in Vegas will be posted here! I am off for the weekend to Vegas and will report back all the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellagio here I come!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113771428542825737?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Vegas for the weekend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113771428542825737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113771428542825737&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113771428542825737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113771428542825737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/vegas-for-weekend.html' title='Vegas for the weekend'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113769003687714841</id><published>2006-01-19T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:00:36.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Anon #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/MVC-018F11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/MVC-018F11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you anon for this weeks pic :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113769003687714841?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='HNT Anon #3'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113769003687714841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113769003687714841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113769003687714841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113769003687714841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/hnt-anon-3.html' title='HNT Anon #3'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113762813427619836</id><published>2006-01-18T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:48:54.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be love - (Madness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/nude-couple-blond.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/nude-couple-blond.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I heard this song on my way to work this morning and I just love the lyrics.  Thank god for Sirius....now I can listen to music I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love by Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Half as much as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; About you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; As soon as I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Every night, every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I know that it's you I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; To take the blues away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It must be love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It must be love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nothing more, nothing less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Love is the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can it be that we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Say so much without words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Bless you and bless me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Bless the bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I've got to be near you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Every night, every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I couldn't be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Any other way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It must be love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It must be love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nothing more, nothing less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Love is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; As soon as I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Every night, every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I know that it's you I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; To take the blues away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It must be love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It must be love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nothing more, nothing less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Love is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It must be love, love, love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113762813427619836?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='It must be love - (Madness)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113762813427619836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113762813427619836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113762813427619836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113762813427619836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-must-be-love-madness.html' title='It must be love - (Madness)'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113754362081151618</id><published>2006-01-17T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:20:20.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowjobs 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/smg38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/smg38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This needs to be read! Click to read :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113754362081151618?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Blowjobs 101'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113754362081151618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113754362081151618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113754362081151618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113754362081151618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/blowjobs-101.html' title='Blowjobs 101'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113745373015872177</id><published>2006-01-16T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:22:10.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/miakirshner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/miakirshner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The new season of &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/lword/home.do"&gt;The L Word&lt;/a&gt; started a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being a big fan of lesbians, this of course has got to be on the top of my favorite shows list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tivo this and everything.  I love the actress that plays Jenny on the show.  If you watch it or know about it then you know who I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you get &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/homepage/index.do"&gt;Showtime&lt;/a&gt;, then I would strongly suggest this as a must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would invite Mia into my bed with a whole box of crackers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113745373015872177?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The L Word'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113745373015872177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113745373015872177&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113745373015872177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113745373015872177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113719847382282546</id><published>2006-01-13T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:27:53.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is just for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/cunnilingus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/cunnilingus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took you by the hand and led you into your bedroom.  I pulled you close to me putting my hands around your waist.  I start kissing you softly and slowly.  Rubbing your back and pulling up your sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel you as you tingled to my touch. All your senses were raised.  I slowly undressed you as I kissed each and every part of your body.  I kissed your lips, your neck, your chest, your wrists all the way down your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly move you and have you lie down on the bed.  I start kissing you from your head on down again, this time I get to your pants and I slowly unbutton and pull them down. There you are with nothing on but your panties which I can see have been moistened to this point.  I pull them off to expose your womanly desire and your mound automatically thrusts towards my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach up with my free hand to massage your breasts and rub your erect nipples in between my fingers.  I slide my tongue on your throbbing pussy and begin to softly and gently lick your clit which is hardened and ready to be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am licking your clit, I take 2 of my fingers and slowly slide them into your wet slit. They insert with ease and you demonstrate your pleasure with a soft moan. I slide my fingers in and out of you while I lick you up and down.  I can taste your juices as they begin to flow.  Your hips start thrusting, so I lick and finger in unison with your thrusts.  I can feel you tightening up and you are about ready to explode and cum.  I urge you to let go, to cum on me to let it all out.  You arch your back and your legs straighten and then I can taste and feel your cum, you rock your hips back and forth to release your entire orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie there for a moment and start to return the favor.  I simply kiss you on the lips and tell you that tonight was for you.  I dress you in your pj's and kiss you good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113719847382282546?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Tonight is just for you'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113719847382282546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113719847382282546&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113719847382282546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113719847382282546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/tonight-is-just-for-you.html' title='Tonight is just for you'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113708394017849109</id><published>2006-01-12T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:39:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Anon #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Anon HNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second of what I hope to be of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send me your anon pics and I will post them in the order I receive them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pantylines@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113708394017849109?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='HNT Anon #2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113708394017849109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113708394017849109&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113708394017849109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113708394017849109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/hnt-anon-2.html' title='HNT Anon #2'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113702094453643694</id><published>2006-01-11T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:09:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mounted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/orgasm-on-top-fucking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/orgasm-on-top-fucking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After dinner we went back to your house and into your room.  I was sitting on your bed and you were putting some things away and we were talking.  I leaned in to kiss you and you kissed me back passionately.  I immediately became aroused and was glad that you had the same thing on your mind that I had on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disrobed yourself right in front of me.  Allowing me to view you.  To see your beautiful skin, your perky breasts with nipples already erect.  You instructed me to pull my pants down.  I stood up to take off my shoes and pants and you had me sit back down and instructed me that only my pants needed to come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the edge of your bed with my Levi's around my ankles and with my boxer shorts still on.  You came over to me, grabbed my hand and put it on your already hot throbbing slit.  I began rubbing your mound, teasing your clit, making you more and more aroused.  You started playing with one nipple as I start sensually twisting the other.  Your nipples were providing you with a direct line to moistening my fingers.  I slowly slid my fingers into your soaking slit.  You made a quiet gasp of ecstasy as you could feel me fingering you as the juices began flowing out of you.  As soon as you came all over my hand you pushed me onto my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I thought it was time for you to mount my throbbing cock. Yet you surprised me once more.  You pulled out my stiff rod and started stroking it.  You straddled my thigh and began thrusting your hot pulsating lips against my muscle.  With every stroke of my cock you thrust against my leg. You started thrusting and stroking harder, you felt the pre-cum against your body as you stroked my cock, you lifted the juices from your chest and off the tip of my member and licked it clean. As you were licking the pre-cum off you were able to cum violently all over my leg.  I could feel the orgasm juices flow from you and onto my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to fill your inner walls with my member and you were too.  You climbed on top of me with my cock in your hand and easily inserted it into your soaking pussy. You rode my pony as if it were the last time you were going to feel my meat inside of you.  You thrusted and stroked with the walls of your pussy, the wetness dripping and soaking both of us. I reached back up to play with your nipples, you grabbed my mouth with your mouth and took me into your face.  We kissed so passionately and with the lust that had enveloped each of us.  We were sharing each others breaths, breathing heavy and deeply into each other, tasting each other and then all at once, we both came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt my load shoot deep inside you, I could feel you releasing your sweetness all down the shaft of my pulsating member at this point. We fell into each other, looking eye to eye, allowing you to come down from the ecstasy that just presented itself. You twitched and twitched until the orgasm had completely left your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed again and then you unwrapped your lips from my cock and dismounted me.  You had the prize that you had set out to obtain and I was fulfilled knowing that it was me that you wanted to feel inside of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113702094453643694?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Mounted'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113702094453643694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113702094453643694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113702094453643694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113702094453643694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/mounted.html' title='Mounted'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113685060135993229</id><published>2006-01-09T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T15:50:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/story10424-picture12063-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/story10424-picture12063-L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/carsex_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/carsex_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hadn't seen you in over a week.  Since then I had bought a new car, so I decided to surprise you and show up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you got a new car, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why thank you....do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, where is your truck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left it at home, I wanted to show you my new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very nice, are you going to keep the truck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, would you like to take a ride in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's go, where do you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know let's just see where we end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go heading up the freeway toward the beaches.  We end up driving the coast by La Jolla.  The evening sky has turned to night now and we begin talking.  I parked the car at a local beach so that we can just talk and discuss how our holiday's went with each other.  We missed each other a little more than we both were willing to admit.  But that is neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me if I had broken it in yet.  Being a guy, I said of course the engine is ready to go and broken in.  You smiled at me and let me know that isn't what you were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no I have broken in it that way yet, I was hoping you could help me with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is what I was hoping you would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lean over and start kissing my neck and licking my ear.  You know I love it when you do that....&lt;br /&gt;I start rubbing up your leg and you gladly spread them wider for me to feel you .&lt;br /&gt;I am hard as a diamond at this point. And I can feel the moistness seeping through your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spread your legs far enough so that I can get my hand far enough down your pants for me to slide my finger into your soaking slit.  You love it when I can feel how wet you get when we are alone.  You know it arouses me beyond control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pull my hand out of your pants and start licking my finger, directing me to take your pants completely off...I love it when you direct me and let me know through your body language what you want me to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have your pants off, you have me slide mind down to expose my throbbing hard cock. You climb over the gear shift so delicately and grab my cock to put it inside of you as you come over.&lt;br /&gt;Now you are facing me, kissing me, having my cock fill you.  You begin to slide up and down my shaft kissing me.  I lift your shirt to expose your breasts and begin kissing and sucking on your erect nipples.  This causes you to increase the momentum of your thrusts on my cock. I can feel you getting ready to explode.  You tighten your sweet swollen lips around my shaft and begin to cum all over me.  I can feel the juices flowing from you and the vice grip you have on my shaft makes me explode deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are sitting there facing each other kissing and caressing and all the juices are flowing freely out of your love box onto my shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me a soft kiss and tell me, now that is the way to break in a car.  I smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113685060135993229?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The new car'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113685060135993229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113685060135993229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113685060135993229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113685060135993229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-car.html' title='The new car'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113647940373879760</id><published>2006-01-05T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T08:43:23.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Anon #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/4kylehnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/4kylehnt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the first of hopefully many HNT Anon to come!  I hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113647940373879760?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='HNT Anon #1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113647940373879760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113647940373879760&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113647940373879760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113647940373879760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/hnt-anon-1.html' title='HNT Anon #1'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113639577572570877</id><published>2006-01-04T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:29:35.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/happy-new-year-2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/happy-new-year-2000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year! I guess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the first 4 days of this year have really kinda sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out pretty good......Had a good party drank A LOT of Absolute and Pineapple......yeah it's my drink and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank so much that I blacked out.  Now I am 37 yrs old and I haven't blacked out since I was a freshman at ASU.  So needless to say, I can usually control my alcohol consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is where it gets a little fuzzy.  The last thing I remember is drinking and smoking some of my friends 420 in my backyard.  That is my last clear recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently at some point during the evening the neighbors came over and invited us to go play hold em and stuff at their house.  They had a recently divorced friend with them that was obviously drunk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I was told is that I disappeared for 30 minutes and no one could find me.  There were signs of sexual jiz on my pants and needless to say my GF aka Psuedo was not pleased! (For those of you who have only been reading my blog since it became a sex blog please go to archives and you can find out who pseudo is.)  We have been "together" for 7 1/2 years but our relationship is not on any sexual level that satisfies my insatiable appetite for sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though she is not giving it up to me, she doesn't expect me to get it from somewhere else as obvious as the neighbors house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep off the night and get my coffee and start new years day.  Noticing in the liquor cabinet a shot of Absolute left in 1 bottle and the second bottle 1/2 full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to tell me how I disappeared and then stumbled home with jiz all over my pants.  The neighbor got involved with her friend and she had multiple hickeys on her neck.  So now I am in hot water!  I knew there was no way I could confirm or deny what happened, if anything happened at all!  The evidence is there, but without a CSI DNA test, the truth will never be fully known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pseudo is not sure that I need to be living in our new house that we just bought.  This is a dream house for both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this we just bought a new car, well it's new to us.....an 03 MB C230 Kompressor......this was a nice Christmas present to say least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my home life is not what it should be.....and yesterday I found out that my boss, has handed in his resignation and is leaving in 2 weeks.  I love what I do, but one of the biggest reasons I work where I do is because of him.  He allows me to do my job and get things done.  Makes sure I have what I need to get my job done and doesn't bother me.  It's a dream boss.....I only see him when I go to his office, or when he walks past mine and I can see him in my window....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 06 has not started out to well.........it can only get better is what I am assuming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news on the HNT front....I have received an anonymous submission which I am sure we will all enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113639577572570877?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='It&apos;s a New Year'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113639577572570877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113639577572570877&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113639577572570877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113639577572570877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s a New Year'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113589177697604754</id><published>2005-12-29T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:09:31.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/5vwj1YiEPyQoNAmkFiHTvkOQsnJp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/5vwj1YiEPyQoNAmkFiHTvkOQsnJp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HNT HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at the whole HNT thing even though I enjoy all of yours that are out there, I am just not comfortable putting weird pics of myself up for some dumb reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have an idea.  I would like to alter it just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like for all of you who are willing and able to send me HNT pics that are Anon of course that you would not feel comfortable posting on your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post them here, with no link or name, and that way we can all participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is an example.  They can be as nasty as you want them to be, with no faces or any other identifiable parts and no one would be any wiser who it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say my blog peeps?  Let's do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me your pics at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/sdpoloman@gmail.com"&gt;pantylines@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to being able to post a guest HNT weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113589177697604754?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='HNT'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113589177697604754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113589177697604754&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113589177697604754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113589177697604754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/hnt.html' title='HNT'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113580463429375616</id><published>2005-12-28T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:17:14.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Perfect%20Sunset%20Blowjob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Perfect%20Sunset%20Blowjob.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We started the day just like any other.  I came and picked you up for some lunch and to see a movie and to hang out.  We decided to skip the movie as it was getting late and figured we could just go to the beach and watch the sunset.  We haven't done this in quite a while and decided it was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the blanket out of my truck and  we walked down to the beach. It was a little cold, so I gave you my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was empty and we were all alone.  We sat there on the blanket, talking and kissing.  Just enjoying the moment of being together and alone.  We start kissing each other and letting our hands rome where they may.  The next thing I know my hand is down your pants feeling how hot and wet you are.  The situation is perfect!  It's just you and I, no one for miles.  The sand, the ocean all to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rub your hot wet pussy and slide my finger inside you to have you cum. My finger is soaked and you insist on licking it and tasting it.  I want to taste it and lick it as well, so we share.  At this point my erection is beginning to show through my pants.  We decide to lay down and continue making out and enjoying the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is around so we are quietly urging each other into a more physical position to have me slide my cock right inside of you.  I pull your pants down as you pull off mine.  You climb on top of me and grab my cock and slide it inside of you.  You lay so that our chest are touching and begin thrusting your hips to allow my cock to slide in and out of you.  You reach down to where we meet and start rubbing your clit.  It is swollen with lust and is ready to explode.  You move faster and faster telling me to fill you with my lust and desire.  I can feel you getting ready to explode.  I can feel your fingers on your clit and you allow your hand to also feel my cock sliding in and out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is setting and we are there, I am deep inside of you.  You urge me to hurry and cum because you can not hold on any longer.  You want us both to release at the same time and you want to fall into my chest.  I oblige with your request.  I cum, I fill your hot pussy with my juice that you have been begging for, you thrust your pelvis and cum all over my cock and then fall abruptly onto my chest.  We lie there holding each other allowing the cum to flow out of your slit and onto my cock and slide down our legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss and hold each other and notice the sun has reached the point of no return on the horizon of the pacific ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect sunset and a perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113580463429375616?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Sunset'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113580463429375616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113580463429375616&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113580463429375616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113580463429375616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113572654747060119</id><published>2005-12-27T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:35:47.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/xmas8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/xmas8.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to thank Shay over at the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com/"&gt;S-Spot&lt;/a&gt; for this pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company decided to have it's Holiday party at the office after work.  Normally it is in some fancy hotel where everyone gets dressed up and drunk. &lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, it was decided to be cheaper to have it at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if I was going to make my appearance or not.  I had a lot of work to make sure was done before I took off for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my office pounding away on my keyboard trying to make sure that the network is secure, all the patches are applied and that we can't be hacked over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a knock at my door, I thought oh great, they are coming to get me and make me make the politically correct appearance.  I tell the person that is knocking to come in.  I looked up and it was this brunette that I had been flirting with basically since I started working with this company.  She was petite.  She and I had been IMing back and forth, doing the whole flirt thing and teasing.  Nothing serious, so I thought.  I am attracted to her because she is one not to be fucked with but to be fucked!  Damn this girl is hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opens my office door and then locks it behind her.  She has this huge candy cane, just like the one in the picture.  I thought oh great how corny is it that the company is passing out the huge ass candy canes.  Little did I know what her plans were and what she was going to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushes my chair back away from my desk, to keep me from working and begins kissing me.  She started to undo my pants and pulled out my cock and started stroking and sucking it.  She hands me the candy cane and tells me to hold onto it.  She needs both of her hands to work my throbbing member. She sucks and plays with my cock like it is her personal toy.  I put my hand up her skirt and begin fingering her already soaked slit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then moves away from my cock and sits on my office floor with her soaking pussy and her legs wide open. She grabs the candy cane from me and inserts it into her juicy pussy and begins to fuck herself with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a knock on my door and I am startled......who could it be and why now!  She whispers, I know who it is.....you do?, I ask.....she said yes, I invited her to join us.  It was the other girl in my office that I have been flirting with as well.  The whole IM thing with her as well.  It seems that they spoke to each other frequently about me and how they both toy with me at work and love to get me all aroused.  They had planned on taking advantage of the distraction of the company party to fulfill all 3 of our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes in and sees the brunette with the candy cane inserted into her pussy and tells me to get on the floor and to suck her pussy and the candy cane.  The taste of candy cane and cum is nothing to be compared to.  The minty mixed with the hot cum is just fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sandy blonde co-worker has put her pussy on the brunettes face so that she can lick her until she cums all over.  Then they both get up.  They both bend over my desk and tell me to fuck them both!  I would fuck one with my throbbing cock and the other with the candy cane.  It was fucking amazing going between the 2, alternating the mintyness of the candy cane with my cock.  Then while I was fucking the one, the other one pulled the candy cane out of her soaking pussy and told me to put it in her ass.  She wanted to watch me pound her pussy with my cock and fuck her ass with the candy cane.  She moaned and gasped.  She couldn't believe the sensation of having my cock and candy inside of her.  She exploded instantly.  Now it was the other ones turn.  She didn't want to be left out.  So I slid my cock into her cum soaked pussy and inserted the candy cane into her ass.....she gasped as loud and as hard as the first one.  She came immediately as well.  I could not believe what this candy cane had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for me to release the load that I had building.  Fucking these 2 beautiful women in my office was just too much for me to handle.  They each kneeled in front of me to take my cock into their mouths and to share the cum that was going to explode out of my throbbing member.  One was sucking and licking my balls, the other had a firm handle on my cock.  Then all at once, I felt the candy cane go into my ass!  Oh my god!!! What the fuck was that?  Then I exploded my hot wet load all over them.  They both grinned as I finished releasing every last drop onto their tongues so that they can savor the sweetness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113572654747060119?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The Christmas Party'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113572654747060119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113572654747060119&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113572654747060119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113572654747060119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-party.html' title='The Christmas Party'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113570199050044109</id><published>2005-12-27T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T08:46:30.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this list of questions on a very popular &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://anyonesgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;that I love to read, daily.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kim you are a great read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you had three-way or group sex?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Have you had sex during menstruation? Yes. I don't menstruate, but don't mind if you are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you had a sexual experience with someone of the same gender? No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you had sex in your parent's home? Yes, really who hasn't?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you had hot interracial sex? Yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you masturbated in front of another person? Yes.  And I love to watch a woman masturbate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you had sex in a public place? Um, let me see YES....park, car, bathroom, restaurant, bar,&lt;br /&gt;party....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you been filmed or photographed having sex? Yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you had anal sex? Yes! Not a big fan, but will always try to make her happy if that is what she wants&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you swallow? I lick it all up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Have you masturbated today? Yes. I masturbate everyday!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you had sex in a car? God yes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you had a one-night stand or sex with a stranger?   3some with 2 strangers for a 1 night&lt;br /&gt;stand, does that count. There have been others as well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Total amount of sexual partners? umm.....i am not done yet, so I don't know the final total :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113570199050044109?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The List'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113570199050044109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113570199050044109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113570199050044109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113570199050044109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113528898008832334</id><published>2005-12-22T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:03:00.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Making-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Making-love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was running some lunch time errands and decided to give you a call.  I know you were home, you have the week of due to the Holiday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in the neighborhood and wanted to know if you wanted to grab a bite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already ate, but you can come over, as you know I am alone right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, I should be there in about 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the house and it is so quiet.  I find you reading a novel on the couch, still in your pj's enjoying the silence and your vacation away from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come up to you and give you a soft kiss to say hi.  You have your hair down, so I reach up into the nape and give it a little tug with affection.  You look me in the eye and immediately put your book down and grab my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the bedroom, where you begin to unzip my pants and pull my cock out.  You start sucking on it, increasing it's hardness and it's desire to penetrate you.  It is now fully erect in your mouth.  You have been sucking on it, licking the shaft, moving to my balls to make sure that I am completely at your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to pull down your pj's to reveal the wetness that has soaked through your panties.  I slide my hand down your panties and you are soaked with desire.  I easily slide 2 fingers inside you, rubbing the inside of your pussy, feeling the juices flowing from every part of you.  It is not long before you cum on my fingers.  I slowly bring them up and we both suck the cum off of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your panties off and bend over.  I slide my cock inside of you and begin thrusting you.  Pulling your hair just as you like it.  You ask me to fuck you harder and harder.  I go deeper and deeper inside of you.  You are ready to explode.  You have me pull out of you and then you lay on the bed with your legs spread wide and beg me to lick the cum right out of you. I put my head between your legs and you grab on to me, forcing my mouth deeper inside of you, telling me to get every last drop.  I suck you clean, but not dry.  Now you lift me up to kiss you, you want to taste the cum from inside your delectable pussy and have me mount you and begin thrusting you once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to keep myself from cumming any longer.  I explode deep inside of you and you can feel every ounce draining into your walls.  The cum starts to drain from your hole down your ass and onto your legs.  You take your fingers and clean up every ounce that escaped and swallow the juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hold each other for a few minutes and begin kissing again.  You are ready to cum again, so you wrap your legs around my thigh and begin thrusting your mound against my muscle. I can feel your wetness on my leg, you drive your tongue deep into my mouth and the thrusting becomes more intense.  And then as you have taken my mouth completely you release your cum all over my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exhausted after the orgasm. We hold each other and realize that it is the middle of the day and we both have things to do.  We take a quick shower together.  You love when I wash your hair.  We dress; I head back to work and you run off to the mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113528898008832334?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Nooner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113528898008832334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113528898008832334&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113528898008832334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113528898008832334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/nooner.html' title='Nooner'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113518397437744332</id><published>2005-12-21T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:52:54.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong......Naomi Watts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/naomi-watts-nude11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/naomi-watts-nude11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last night, I took the kids to go see King Kong.  Pretty good movie, if you can handle sitting in the theatre for 3 hours.  But every minute of it was worth it just to see Naomi Watts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this woman is fine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my movie review. If you are a perv and think Naomi is HOT then it is a must see!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113518397437744332?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='King Kong......Naomi Watts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113518397437744332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113518397437744332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113518397437744332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113518397437744332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kongnaomi-watts.html' title='King Kong......Naomi Watts'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113512257988339788</id><published>2005-12-20T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:53:50.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again</title><content type='html'>By the notorious &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ventinghousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Venting Housewife&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been tagged! Here are the rules;&lt;br /&gt;the first player of this game starts with the topic. &lt;b&gt;Five weird habits of yourself&lt;/b&gt; and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to sleep with a pillow between my legs.&lt;br /&gt;2. I open a can of Coke, take a sip and then wait a day for it to go flat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love flat Coke.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to make sure that my shoes and belt match. (Color wise)&lt;br /&gt;4. I bite my lower lip when I concentrate&lt;br /&gt;5. I check for expired license plate tags while driving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok your it.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stepha - Now where was I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phillipmeyer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings - I know you like these kinda things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovemybreasts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Obsessed with my breasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamalicious216.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://signgurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;SignGurl (Jenn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anyonesgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim - You will love this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://couldntstayaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's All about me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113512257988339788?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Tagged again'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113512257988339788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113512257988339788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113512257988339788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113512257988339788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113477804945292044</id><published>2005-12-16T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:07:29.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the phone call....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am driving along the freeway, speeding as usual and then my cell phone rings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Hey honey, how are you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“I am good, how about you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“I am fine, I was just thinking about you and thought I would call.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“That’s nice, thanks for thinking of me; it makes me feel good inside when I hear your voice”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;We started chatting about this and that and then she wanted to know where I was. I told her my location and she mentioned that she was near by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to know if maybe we could meet up or something for a bite or a little chat whatever we felt like at that moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It turns out we are only 5 minutes apart and decided to meet at this restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a nice place that neither one of us had been to in a while.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;We sat at our booth, side by side just as if we were two 16 year olds on a date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holding hands and talking about the events of the day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The next thing I knew, I could feel her hips moving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was rubbing her pussy through her jeans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She started to get excited and was about to cum, but was trying to do it quietly without notice from any of the other customers at the restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was exhilarating watching her, holding her hand while she rubbed her pussy under the table.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It took every ounce of self control for me to not reach over and feel the wetness that had begun to show through her jeans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She managed to achieve the elusive quiet orgasm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;She got up and gave me that nod to wait a minute and then follow her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I took a couple of sips of my drink and then non-saliently got up to follow her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went toward the restroom area and made sure the coast was clear to make sure there was no one watching me go into the women’s restroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I open the door and hear heavy breathing and moaning coming from the far stall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The echoes of her masturbating were bouncing off the walls with a ring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew at that moment, where she was and what my part to fulfill was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I opened the stall door and there she was, her pants were down and her panties were pulled to the side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had 2 fingers fucking her hot soaking pussy and her pinky was in her ass…as gasp came from her “I’m cuming” She came all over, the juice was flowing from her pussy and she was dripping from her slit to her ass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I pulled my pants down to my ankles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She promptly bent over and grabbed my cock and slid it into her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was so wet and hot the penetration was barely noticeable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pulled her hair as I pounded my throbbing muscle in and out of her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was moaning and groaning. Telling me to do it harder and harder, pull her hair and fuck her hard! I thrusted in and out of her. Pumping the succulent pussy that was in front of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She reached around to take my hand from spanking her ass to play with her clit while I fucked her and pulled her hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With each pull was a thrust, harder and harder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;All at once with a pull and a thrust we came! I unloaded my cum inside of her hot dripping pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both sighed a relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both need that fuck more than we realized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was still bent over and ran her finger down her slit to get the cum on her fingers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stuck her finger in her mouth to taste how sweet our juices were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She then kissed me in order for me to know as well what was just produced from our bathroom fuck.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I stayed behind in the stall as she adjusted herself and put herself back together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She made sure the coast was clear and then let me know that it was ok to come out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I met her back at the table, as if nothing had happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet we both knew that we had just fucked in the bathroom and it was our little secret. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I walked her to her car and gave her a kiss good night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113477804945292044?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='...the phone call....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113477804945292044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113477804945292044&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113477804945292044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113477804945292044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/phone-call.html' title='...the phone call....'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113467549323979611</id><published>2005-12-15T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T08:46:08.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the crack in the door....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a long day of work, I decided that I need to have a little stress relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a good idea to drop by for a little surprise nookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into her house, it doesn't appear that anyone is home.  I initially thought 'damn, this sucks, nobody is home'.  I decide to just make a quick bathroom stop and then head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, echoing down the hall I hear a moan.  It wasn't the kind of moan that made me think something was wrong or that someone was hurt.  It was that good moan.  The ecstasy moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly venture down the hallway and there she is, lying in her bed with the door cracked open just enough for me to see in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that she did not hear me come in and that she is unaware of my presence.  I stand in the hallway peeking through the crack of the door.  She is lying there with one hand in her panties and the other one twisting her nipple from her breast that she had removed from her bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in total ecstasy and enjoy every moment of pleasuring herself. I am sure at this point that she thought that she was alone and could satisfy her every need without being interrupted.  Far from me to intrude on what she was doing.  I stood there and watched as she slid her finger in and out of her soaking pussy.  I could see the wetness from her cum on her panties that she had pulled to the side by this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, watching as she twisted her nipple and her hips rose as she began to feel the overwhelming sensations coming over her body as she began to cum once again.  She was in total control and feeling erotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought she was done, I saw her reach into her bedside table and pull out her favorite aid that I had purchased for her a couple of months back.  She slid the dildo into her throbbing slit with no effort.  She now had one hand thrusting the dildo in and out of her and her other hand rubbing vigorously on her clit.  Her hips were beginning to raise again, she was getting ready to cum all over the dildo.  She came, she came violently and it took every ounce of  energy she had to release it.  I could see the sweet nectar flowing from her pussy down her leg and down to her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stood there, totally erect and began stroking my cock, enjoying the euphoria of the voyuerism of which I was participating.  She was getting me off without even knowing I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all at once I see her pick up her cell phone.  I thought, ok she is done and is getting back to her daily routine and calling whomever it was that she felt she needed to call.  Much to my surprise, my cell phone began ringing.  It startled me.  I was hoping she didn't hear it, but she did, and the caller id affirmed that it was her calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had just been masturbating enjoying her womanhood and the pleasures of having a sweet vagina.  And she thought to call me.  I was elated and nervous, knowing that she was calling me and could hear my phone.  The phone stopped ringing and I hear her soft voice speaking to me from her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "honey, did you enjoy that?"  I was shocked.  My cover had been blown.  I was quiet as a mouse.  Yet she knew I was there.  She had seen me at some point and it aroused her even more knowing that I was watching her.  She said "why don't you come in now, since I know you are here and let's finish what I just started?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into her room, she smiled and told me to get undressed. Then we finished what she had started. She winked at me and said, "I saw you and it turned me on so much that I had to grab the dildo, to simulate you inside of me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113467549323979611?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='...the crack in the door....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113467549323979611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113467549323979611&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113467549323979611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113467549323979611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/crack-in-door.html' title='...the crack in the door....'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113460624387979523</id><published>2005-12-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:24:03.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Said!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/QPG5fAy8WdpShFSbVp9KnxXKVJ8Q.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/QPG5fAy8WdpShFSbVp9KnxXKVJ8Q.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be my all time favorite outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the tartan skirt, white blouse and of course the stockings!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a panty lover, this is the only time I don't want to see panties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was at a strip club with some of my friends and of course I went gaga for the stripper in the tartan and could not take my eyes off of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having school uniforms, they should have mandatory dress codes at offices and all women should have to wear this outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I don't think I would get any work done......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113460624387979523?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Enough Said!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113460624387979523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113460624387979523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113460624387979523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113460624387979523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/enough-said.html' title='Enough Said!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113451673196202904</id><published>2005-12-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:32:12.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the next day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/nipplepinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/nipplepinch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As requested, I showed up the next night to see what she had in store for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in and there she is!  She has on a beautiful sweater and new jeans!  I love her in jeans....they fit just right and I could see her pantylines just like she knows I like it.  She says "see, this time I wore panties for you" and boy was I glad she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it was time for dinner and that she was hungry and was wondering where I was going to take her.  How could I resist such a beautiful woman.  She wanted to be filled and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner, it was nice.  Typical flirting and touching and teasing at the table. She let me know that she had been thinking about me all day and couldn't concentrate at work.  The thought of me driving home the night before with her scent on my hand had kept her moist and poised to be taken all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and she led me into her bedroom.  We sat on the bed for a little while, just kissing and touching.  She likes for me to cuddle with her and run my hand through her hair and it allows her to relax...She put her hand on my cock and started rubbing it, teasing me, asking me if I was ready for my reward.  She could tell that I was ready and continued to rub it and play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed my hand and forced it down her pants...."can you feel how wet and excited I am?" she asked.  She was so wet, I don't remember the last time she was that wet.......then I put my hand up her sweater to feel her breasts and her nipples were hard as diamonds at this point.  I did not waste a moment removing her sweater or bra to reveal her beautiful perky breasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started pinching her nipples and she started grinding on my hand which was inside her pants.  I was able to slide a finger into her soaking wet slit and she grinded on it.  The harder I played and pinched her nipples the harder she grinded on my finger.  I kept kissing on her neck, pinching her nipple and feeling her getting wetter and wetter, her juices were beginning to flow from her aching pussy onto my hand and down her ass.. She started pinching her other nipple and all at once she grinded so hard that she came all over my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off her pants, she had me down to my boxer shorts, still rubbing my cock, taking the pre-cum from my swollen head and tasting every ounce of it.  I had 2 fingers in her slit at this point and used the cum from her to lubricate her ass.  I slid 1 finger into her ass...she couldn't resist the overwhelming sensation of being finger and ass fucked at the same time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lifted her hips to cum all over my hand again! Pinching her nipples was providing a direct erotic route to her swollen clit!  After she had cum on my hand for the second time. I had to lower my head and taste the nectar that was flowing from her at this point.  I slid my tongue softly onto her clit while maintaining my fingers in her pussy and ass!  She couldn't resist anymore!  She came all over my face, grabbed me and sucked her cum off of my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then spread her legs open, grabbed my throbbing cock and slid it into her swollen and wet pussy!  She then turned over and told me to finger her ass while I fucked her doggy style!  I obliged. I was sliding my hard throbbing member in and out of her sweet wet pussy while fingering her ass.  She continued to twist her nipples.  She told me that she was going to cum again and that I should cum with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came together....I licked the cum that was flowing out her pussy so she could taste the sweet combined nectar of our sexual act!  She licked me completely.  She then proceeded to kiss down my chest and suck on my cock to devour every drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lied their naked and spent.  We got up to get dressed and saw her panties on the floor.  They were soaking wet! She couldn't even put them back on!  She said "that is exactly what I needed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and kissed her.  The room was filled with the sweet aroma of our arousal and as I type this, I can still smell her sweet scent on my hand.  I have taken 2 showers to this point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113451673196202904?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='...the next day....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113451673196202904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113451673196202904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113451673196202904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113451673196202904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/next-day.html' title='...the next day....'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113441841162133529</id><published>2005-12-12T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:13:31.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/BIW9-Erica-cum-eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/BIW9-Erica-cum-eating.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She comes over to me.  She is wearing this beautiful black dress, she just bought it.  It looks so good on her, it accents all her curves and features.  I could see that there were no panty lines.  I asked, where are your panties?  Do you have a slip on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, no, let me show you something.  She pulls me to a secluded area where no one can see us.  She hikes up her dress and puts my hand on her pussy and shows me that she didn't wear any panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had just finished her monthly visitor and needed to be felt and satisfied.  She felt that the panties would be just another step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, standing in a dark corner, her dress hiked up.  She told me to make her cum right then and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exhilarating.....trying to be private in a public area! How aroused I was, you could see me bulging through my pants!  I had such a large erection.  She leaned up against me so if anyone could see what we were doing they wouldn't be able to see how aroused I was.  She wanted it all for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck my finger inside of her and I began massaging her g-spot...I could feel her getting wetter and wetter....she was at the control of my finger at that point.  I made her cum on my finger.  She told me to lick it off and kiss her.  She wanted to taste her cum off of my finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, she told me to make her cum again.  So, I put my hand back up her dress and began fingering her again.  I love the feel of the inside of her pussy.  It was so hot and wet.  My finger just slid in.  Then she came on my finger again.  I asked her if she wanted to taste it again.  She said no.  That is for you for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to lick it off my finger and she said don't do that!  I submitted and resisted the temptation.  She knew that once we separated and while I was driving home that I would be able to smell her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving home, I kept smelling the scent of her on my hand.  The scent is irresistible, I wanted to turn around and finish what we had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her from my cell phone, she answered and started laughing.  I asked her why she was laughing and she said, I knew you would call, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the scent.  She had it all planned, She had me all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said hold on....and then I heard some heavy breathing.  She spoke softly to me and said, smell your fingers, and tell me what you want.  I told her that I wanted to take her right now, she said that I couldn't because she was occupied.  She was masturbating on the phone, teasing me...telling me that she was ready to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I to do, I was driving 75 mph going the opposite direction of her house.  She came, she came hard and told me to smell my finger again.  "Honey, that cum on your finger is to remind you to come back to me tomorrow, so we can finish"  I have cum on my finger too and I can not wait for you to come over and taste it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of her pussy is so clean and erotic.  I want to bottle it.  I want to be able to have access to it whenever I want it!  I would have my truck washed and when they asked me what scent to spray, I would have a bottle of her juices to spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait until I can finish what we started and to smell the scent of her beautiful pussy.  I will cover my go-tee in it. I will make sure that both hands and all fingers have been layered with the scent of her pussy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113441841162133529?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The Scent'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113441841162133529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113441841162133529&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113441841162133529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113441841162133529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/scent.html' title='The Scent'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113415476220621809</id><published>2005-12-09T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:59:22.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/9Qex2qzYQCPLztKmvmRgKo49RIVI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/9Qex2qzYQCPLztKmvmRgKo49RIVI.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tis the season!  It is the season of giving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to give the best blow job you have ever given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to eat that pussy like it has never been eaten before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to fuck until it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to give that special someone the wish that they have been asking for all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to give her everything you got and make sure that she is completely satisfied and left wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to give him what he has been asking for, whether it be for a little anal or for you to even swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to give of yourself ALL of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best sex ever should happen during the season of giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I implore everyone to give, and keep giving, both sexes men and women alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113415476220621809?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Tis the season!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113415476220621809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113415476220621809&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113415476220621809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113415476220621809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113398784641141595</id><published>2005-12-07T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:37:26.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/handjobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/handjobs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there we are sitting side by side at a nice Mexican restaurant.  Looking over our menus trying to determine what we will be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually she sits across from me, however this time she has decided to sit next to me.  She wanted to be closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was cold outside and she needed to be warmed up.  The day had taken it's toll and needed some comfort.  And of course I am the man to fulfill those needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reaches over under the table and grabs my hand.  I thought, ok, she wants to snuggle up to each other and hold hands.  Her intention was to direct my hand between her legs and have me rub her.  I was completely aroused and obviously eager to satisfy her desires.  I began rubbing her under the table outside of her jeans, allowing the palm of my hand rub against her while running my thumb down between her legs.  She was squirming and wanted more.  We were in a public place and she didn't want it to be too obvious that she was soaked and aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began rubbing my throbbing cock! I was hard as a rock. I could only imagine what everyone else in the restaurant was thinking.  Our hands quietly disappeared and yet you could see our shoulders crossed over each other and moving.  That added to the intensity.  I couldn't resist the desire to take her and satisfy her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as dinner was served, we quietly ate as if nothing was going on.  She found a way to insert the fact that she had started her period and was very horny but she wanted to be satisfied by pleasing me.  She no longer wanted to be touched and aroused.  The first day is always the messiest she said.  But offered to finish me off and take solace and ecstasy in seeing me satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid the bill and we headed home.  I think I tipped the server like 15 bucks.....you know how your brain doesn't work sometimes when you have other things on it.  So I am sure he was stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to her house.  She threw me on the bed and removed my pants.  I thought for sure the blowjob was coming.  NO!  She did what I least expected and she did that on purpose.  She took off her shirt and I removed her bra to reveal her breasts and the hardness of her nipples.  They were a little sore, so I wasn't allowed to play with them, I was just allowed to have them next to me while she kissed me passionately with my cock in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stroked and stroked.  She kissed me more and more passionately.  The harder my breathing became the faster she stroked and the more she kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She softly whispered in my ear......"cum for me"  I was ready to explode at that point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complied with her request and came for her.  It was everywhere and she wanted it that way.  She enjoyed cleaning it up, off of her hand and off of my chest.  She kissed and licked me clean like a Cat does with her kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pleased that she had left me completely relieved and satisfied.  Next time she said, if you are a good boy it will be more........Oh I can't wait until the next time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113398784641141595?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Under the table'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113398784641141595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113398784641141595&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113398784641141595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113398784641141595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/under-table.html' title='Under the table'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113381892436609805</id><published>2005-12-05T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:12:57.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We finally meet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/3773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/3773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's early afternoon. We had arranged for our flights to land around the same time. Your flight has landed already and you were expecting me to meet you by the baggage carousel. My flight was suppose to land before yours. You look on the board to see if my plane has landed. For a brief moment you are thinking, if I chickened out and did not come. You would be left alone and wondering what to do. You have made all the arrangements to be gone for a few days. What would it be like to turn around and fly home and say forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find my flight information on the board and see that it is delayed and you feel an overwhelming sense of relief. Knowing that I did not abandon you. The ray of hope feels your heart once more. Now you are the one that gets to surprise me and meet me. You are excited that the tables have turned. The thought of me coming down the escalator, knowing that you will witness a stressful and worried face. Knowing that you will be the one to take that fear away from me and be completely responsible for making my day, has you all swollen with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait patiently and watch the board. You now see that the status has changed to landed! Your heart begins racing with excitement and fear and joy all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the plane anxious and worried that you might not have made it, or that you gave up on me when you saw that I wasn't there when you landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exit the plane as fast as I can, walk feverishly down the ramp, through the gate and get on the escalator, heading down to the baggage area. I am looking all around, I am not able to focus on anything, I am trying to find you in the crowd, with a small fear that you will not be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have decided, instead of waiting at the bottom of the escalator, that you will surprise me and meet me at the baggage claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come down the escalator and now have a sad sense that I have missed you and that I will never see you. I take myself towards the baggage claim, thinking that I have made this trip for not and that I will never see you. And not only that, we will never speak again because you had thought I did not come for our planned getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk towards the baggage claim, with my head down and feeling all the emotions, you sneak up behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me and give me the biggest hug and grab I have ever had! I quickly realize that it is you! You are the one behind me! You are the one holding me like I have never been held before in my life. You are the one holding me the way that I have longed to be held my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around so that we are facing each other! I see your beautiful face. Your beautiful brown hair. I can finally smell you and feel you. I am finally in the arms of the one that I have desired and longed for. I can not believe what is happening, I am so excited to see you. All my negative feelings have left my body. I have never felt so happy to be with someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is you.....and it is me! We look long and hard into each others eyes without saying a word. We are communicating with our eyes. We know exactly what each of us are thinking, and in that brief moment we both move toward each other and kiss.......the first kiss we are able share with each other.....the emotion, the longing, the desire have all led up to this moment. We fall back into each other's arms and stand together in what seems to be an eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113381892436609805?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='We finally meet.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113381892436609805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113381892436609805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113381892436609805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113381892436609805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-finally-meet.html' title='We finally meet.....'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113356464958005648</id><published>2005-12-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:04:09.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing and Making Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/kissing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/kissing.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have thought about all the aspects of lovemaking and sex and I think my favorite has got to be that kissing thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing and making out brings on so many emotions and feelings and is so intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0343660/"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/a&gt; the other night on TV and it kinda made a point about how important and unique that first kiss is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more exhilarating than the anticipation of exchanging that first kiss. The anticipation, the not knowing the whole thing about it. It gets my blood pumping just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss is (at least for me) very intense and provides me with an immediate erection. And of course the first kiss always leads to some making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making out involves the hands which is always a good thing. You let each other roam with your hands to explore your body and encourage the person you are making out with to find that right spot that will get both of you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to kiss a woman and have my hands run down her back and around her hips and down to her ass, which I will do a small gentle squeeze which usually generates somewhat of a response. If the response is favorable then we allow the hands to explore other areas. Doing this while being engaged in a long passionate kiss is something that erupts the most primitive responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My erection will become obvious as she can feel it against her pelvis. Always adjusting so that it is in the best position for both parties. I encourage the woman I make out with to rub her fingers through the back of my hair and make me tingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love when she kisses me on my neck and behind my ear.  That will get me going so fast. &lt;br /&gt;I might have just let the cat out of the bag with that one...Oops....I like to let her find it and experience it with me for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the kissing continues and the hands are exploring inevitably the senses are heightened and with a little encouragement I always find a way to get my hand down the front of her pants. This is to feel the eroticism that has enveloped her and becomes apparent with the moist and wet pussy that has provided the lubrication for penetration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress......The kissing and the making out is the fundamental and most important act to engaging sexual intercourse with the person you are with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing and making out are also good benchmarks for how good she will be in bed. The more willing, softer, harder, little biting all that stuff will give you a preview as to what to expect when it is time for the pants to come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Make Out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113356464958005648?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Kissing and Making Out!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113356464958005648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113356464958005648&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113356464958005648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113356464958005648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/kissing-and-making-out.html' title='Kissing and Making Out!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113347370756840932</id><published>2005-12-01T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:48:27.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a sex blogger.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/wNg6cH2DUw5xVWV0yCEBChD4dDf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/wNg6cH2DUw5xVWV0yCEBChD4dDf6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So one of my very &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/"&gt;best friends&lt;/a&gt; said something to me the other night at my friends birthday party and it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "You're getting paid to write sex blogs."  Wow, I thought and laughed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, I do like 95% of my blogging at work, I read all my favorites while I am at work and of course since I am working, I am getting paid. Sweet Titty! As she would say :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I started thinking....wouldn't it be really great to get extra income just for writing a sex blog.....good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sex. I love writing about it, I love thinking about it, I love having it, there is nothing about sex that is not appealing to me! Does that make me a sex-aholic? If so, then sign me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing sweeter or better to me than the moist lips of a throbbing vagina, aching and being eager to be satisfied. Either through penetration with tongue, lips, fingers, or a hard stiff cock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX!  What is there not to love?  The rush, the anticipation, the feelings the explosions it's all part of sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, a proud man, being paid by my company to be a sex blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113347370756840932?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Being a sex blogger.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113347370756840932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113347370756840932&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113347370756840932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113347370756840932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-sex-blogger.html' title='Being a sex blogger.....'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113337368527173472</id><published>2005-11-30T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:01:25.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/squirting-orgasm-39-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/squirting-orgasm-39-12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have had this fascination and uncontrollable desire to be with a woman that is actually able to squirt her cum on me. I mean literally squirt it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the juices flowing out in large quantities and able to see it come out.  But I have never been with a squirter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is squirting that rare? Is it that hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have a hard time finding squirting porn, where it isn't piss that is coming out! There are loads of sites with women squirting, but it looks like piss....I want the real squirt that is all white and milky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I would do to and for a woman that could provide me with this gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go down on her every minute of every day!  I would become a pussy whore, just like some of you women are cock whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would work that pussy, lick and finger it. Fuck it all day long! I would suck on that clit and make her cum all over my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she has cum on my face a few times.....I would then declare myself a swallower! Yeah you know I would suck up every ounce of that sweet nectar to provide the nourishment I would need to survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113337368527173472?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Squirting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113337368527173472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113337368527173472&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113337368527173472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113337368527173472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/squirting.html' title='Squirting'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113329552390443981</id><published>2005-11-29T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:18:43.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Finger + 1 Dildo + 1 Pinky = ORGASM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/lovemaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/lovemaking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I showed up at my ex's house to have dinner with my kids and stuff.....My daughter was so cute, she wanted to make breakfast for everyone and she had an order pad out taking the orders and I ended up in the kitchen cooking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laid in her bed until dinner was ready and then came out and ate. She disappeared again into her bedroom. So I cleaned up the dishes, got the kids all sorted and then promptly went into her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so fucking horny and ready to get fucked because it had been a couple of weeks since we actually did anything. She was lying there under her blankets with nothing on but her panties....she was ready...I could see that she had been rubbing herself, because her panties were already moist by the time I got there. She said it really turns her on, that I took care of dinner, the kids and the dishes and she didn't have to do anything. She said that is so romantic and wanted to reward me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I disrobed down to my boxer shorts and climbed in bed with her. She wanted me to play with her, she loves my hands and fingers! After a few minutes and a couple of orgasm, she reaches over to her drawer and pulls out her dildo. She asked me to use it. I obliged of course. I inserted the dildo into her wet pussy which was ready to be fucked, but she wanted to make me want her more by fucking her with her dildo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began fucking her with her dildo, and slid a finger on top of the dildo so that each time the dildo went in and out, so did my finger. Well by this time the juices were dripping out her and onto her ass, so I used my pinky and inserted it into her ass! She gasped for a quick second and then said don't stop! I fucked that pussy with the dildo/finger combo and fucked her ass with my pinky. She was squirming like there was not tomorrow. The orgasm was building, I could tell that she was ready to explode, she was gyrating around the dildo and fucking it harder and harder....she added her finger to her clit and then she blew! She came SO HARD!!!! She did not know what to do...every sense in her body was heightened....It had been a while and you could tell that she enjoyed every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to caress her and kiss her, but she couldn't handle any touching for a few minutes. After collecting herself, she determined that it was now time to take care of me. She removed my boxer shorts and climbed on top of me. She said that she wanted, slow smooth strokes and that she just wanted to lay on me and feel my heart against her chest. So I slowly pumped her with her on top of me. I could feel her getting so wet again and she was gyrating with just her hips on my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was loving every moment of this, she was ready to explode again and told me that she couldn't hang on for much longer, and that she wanted us to cum together! I was ready......we came and she fell even more into my chest. My cock was still inside her and she was just lying there. I was rubbing her back and we were kissing. It had been a while since we had sex like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting dressed again, she felt my cum dripping down her panties and winked at me. She also mentioned that she was a little sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove home, with my fingers and cock smelling like her pussy!  I enjoyed the entire 45 minute drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113329552390443981?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='1 Finger + 1 Dildo + 1 Pinky = ORGASM'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113329552390443981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113329552390443981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113329552390443981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113329552390443981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/1-finger-1-dildo-1-pinky-orgasm.html' title='1 Finger + 1 Dildo + 1 Pinky = ORGASM'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113319701860339950</id><published>2005-11-28T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:56:58.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cell phone call this am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/fCkPJqAiAV9MIhkoFw8tCVDaMARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/fCkPJqAiAV9MIhkoFw8tCVDaMARS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am driving to work this morning and around 7:30 my cell phone rings. I get excited when people call me while I am driving. It makes my drive go a lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can answer the call from my blue tooth headset, but most of the time I check to see who it is before I answer. For some reason this morning, I did not check to see who it was and boy was I glad I didn't. It added to the excitement like you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer the phone and this is the first thing I hear "Hi honey, I am wearing your favorite panties today." Ok, so right away, I know only 1 person calls me honey so I knew how it was, but for her to get that out before anything else gave me the largest erection on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a couple of weeks since we had even seen each other. I mean we have seen each other in passing the kids back and forth, but not in that manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded with my sexual sigh, which is exactly what she wanted to hear. This aroused me even more that my natural response is what she was expecting. Is that because she knows me so well or she eliciting the response to arouse her even that much more. Either way, it was good to know that she had awoken this morning with me on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing her; she already has a preconceived idea of how she is going to violate me tonight. She was also calling to verify that I was still coming over tonight. The usual, take the kids to dinner and hang out for a bit. She let me know that she was going to be there as well and that she was wearing those special panties for a reason...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that today is the fastest work day on the planet!  I can not wait until later.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113319701860339950?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The cell phone call this am'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113319701860339950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113319701860339950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113319701860339950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113319701860339950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/cell-phone-call-this-am.html' title='The cell phone call this am'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113311322423090811</id><published>2005-11-27T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:40:24.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.... on the phone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/photo_mindy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/photo_mindy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was sitting in traffic school yesterday and letting my mind wonder. I was thinking about the unique sound of a female having an orgasm on the phone. There is nothing like it in the world. Although I can never have 100% proof that there wasn't any faking going on...the sound is one of the best in the world. If I could have my cell phone ring tone be this sound I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....sweetie, I want you to cum for me, I want to hear you in ectasy! I want to know where your fingers are, are they inside you? How many are inside you, how wet are you, tell me what you are wishing I was doing to you right now....imagine me licking your diamond hard clit while I finger fuck you beyond your control. I am licking your juices off of my fingers each and every time I pull them out of your hot wet cunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the hot juices flowing from your throbbing pussy and lubricate your ass....at first you hesitate and then you decide to go with it and give yourself to me. I have two fingers in your wet cunt and have slid another one in your ass! You can't control yourself, you hips and pelvis are in an unctrollable giration....you can feel me, you beg for my cock, but I deny you the pleasure of my meat. If you are a good girl and you cum hard for me then I might let you suck on my member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum for me sweetie, I can hear you breathing faster and harder, you can barely speak, can you feel me inside you? How come you aren't speaking so much now? How come all I can hear are your fingers sliding in and out your wet cunt and your heaving moaning and breathing????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum for me...there you go, let it go, let it all out! Now lick your fingers and tell me what you taste like! It taste good doesn't it....now you want to suck on my cock? I will think about it my little slut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113311322423090811?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='.... on the phone....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113311322423090811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113311322423090811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113311322423090811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113311322423090811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-phone.html' title='.... on the phone....'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113276892312300057</id><published>2005-11-23T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T10:02:03.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the answers are.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/PICT0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is to answer the comments and questions that I have received from my loyal readers regarding my status with my ex.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when we were young and in college and we didn't know any better. We weren't even sure of who we were much less ready to take on the responsibilities&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of a marriage. We met at a party at SDSU, it was a combined party with my fraternity and her sorority. Well, while in college I was living on a 120ft yacht..full time....and as you can imagine chicks dig that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seeing each other kinda in a way, enough of a way where I would spend the night in her dorm room and enough for her to allow me to de-flower her.....well one thing led to another and after a halloween party we ended up back on my yacht and she ended up pregnant. We were young and we both wanted to have the child, so we got married. Not knowing much about each other! Well time went on and we had our son, and then 2 years later we had our daughter. Both of which we adore and could not imagine life without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the marriage went from the fun let's start a family 20 somethings to real life. She became a devoted mother and such and we ended up wanting different things out of life. I found myself not coming home because we were arguing all the time about stupid shit. We decided to separate when my son was 7 and to ALWAYS put the kids first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we haven't lived together since then and our lives could not be better! I see/have my kids 3-4 days a week, so I consider myself a full time Father, I just don't live with their Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have discussed on many occasions how happy we are now and why we couldn't have been happy back then, but it comes down to the past is the past. We have even discussed a couple of times getting back together, but as we vowed, we always think about how it will affect the kids. If we were to get back together and then end up separating again, we both believe that it would devastate our children and we don't want to put them through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can love someone and even love to be with them, however it is possible not to be able to live with them! That is how we feel. We both have our separate corners to go to when things start going crazy, we don't see each other everyday, day in and day out, so there isn't a lot of room to create a rut. We get to enjoy each other's company when we do get to spend time together and be alone, but we both know that we don't have to deal with it day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex in our marriage and even through today was never a problem. She is a school teacher and has that innocence about her, but when the lights are out, hold on for your 8 seconds cowboy!!!! We satisfy each other completely sexually and don't see why that should change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not stray for sexual reasons that most men do, I strayed looking for someone who had the same life goals and lifestyle that I wanted. She is simple, enjoys the simple things, is always happy with what she has, but that is to not say she doesn't have goals in life. Believe me she does and she achieves them. Mine just seem to be different than hers and therefore we would be going in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk to her on the phone every once in a while and we keep up on what is on our plates and use each other to get things off our chests. We have all the makings of a perfect relationship minus the fact that we can not find a way to live under the same roof. She has the best of all worlds, she gets the husband benefits without having to deal with the daily bullshit! I get the sexual benefits just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who read my blog and are married. Wouldn't love to have all the benefits of having a husband, and not have to deal with the daily crap that we men bring home? You know leaving the toilet seat up, appearing to watch sports all day, hanging with your buddies instead of going home, all those things that women complain of most often. She doesn't have to deal with that with me. She gets my support, help, love and sex and gets to miss all the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113276892312300057?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='...and the answers are.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113276892312300057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113276892312300057&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113276892312300057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113276892312300057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-answers-are.html' title='...and the answers are.....'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113270720221628262</id><published>2005-11-22T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:53:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with the EX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/2wfkgR28ujvS3q8DJ221S0Xynj9X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/2wfkgR28ujvS3q8DJ221S0Xynj9X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I had lunch with the ex. She is a teacher and has this week of for T-Day and the kids are at my house patiently waiting for me to get home to go see Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch with my friends from work and you can tell it was hard for both of us to be reserved and not want to jump each others bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that after lunch I needed to go to the ATM and get her some money, you know the weekly installment. We got to catch a quick make out, but that was all. She was afraid my friends would catch us or something and she was all nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we got our little make out in. She asked me before she left if I was going to come over tonight, forgetting I was taking the kids to Harry Potter.....she wants it and she wants it bad.....And I can't wait to give it to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, she is the biggest inspiration for my posts, without her, I don't know if I would have any good stories to tell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113270720221628262?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Lunch with the EX'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113270720221628262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113270720221628262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113270720221628262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113270720221628262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/lunch-with-ex.html' title='Lunch with the EX'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113260058292896265</id><published>2005-11-21T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:16:22.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....After the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/3s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;......after my encounter in my office, I decided to meet up with a few of my friends for a drink. I could use the replenishment. I had made mention to my little encounter that I would probably be going and if she wanted to stop by she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained to me that she needed to head back home first and change and see if her friend wanted to hang out. She knew she would want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting there with my friends and having a drink and some wings and guess who walks in? Yes that is right the beautiful brunette that I was inside of not 2 hours ago. She had obviously cleaned up, looked as if she just got out of the tub. She had brought her friend as promised and came to the bar with one purpose in mind! That was to take me back to their hotel room with them! I wasn't sure how the evening would turn out, I was pretty exhausted from the fuck in the office, but how could I turn this down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She introduced me to her co-worker. She had a beautiful sweater on and her 36 C breasts filled it out perfectly! They each had a glow on them, as to let me know what they had been up to prior to coming to the bar. They indulged and told me about the hot sex they had with each other in the tub preparing to go out! I of course was aroused by this point thinking of the two of them together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over to kiss my office encounter softly and she returned the kiss with her soft lips and put her hand on my crotch and directed my face toward her co-worker and instructed me to kiss her as well....I obliged, kissing them both while they both started stroking my hard cock in the middle of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at my friends and we each gave each other the nod....you know the nod that says, love ya but I have to go nod....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the bar and went back to their hotel room which they had. I walked in kissing each of them trying to get their clothes off....they would have none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown on the bed and tied down and told not to move. They promptly started kissing each other in front of me and told me to be a good boy and watch! I had no choice I had been tied down to the bed. I was hard as steel watching them kissing and feeling each other up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved to the bed and began taking off each others clothes and before I knew it they were eating each other's hot wet pussies. Each of them had their tongues kissing and adoring each others clits while fingering each other at the same time. I tried with all my might to release myself from the restraints, but to no avail. I could not help or control myself any longer, I needed to participate, but I was unable to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they made each other cum all over each other's faces they decided that it was time to involve me in the festivities. They pulled my pants down, stroking my throbbing cock. One of them was kissing me while the other one pulled my cock out of my boxer shorts, while noticing the smell of the sex that had happened in the office. This aroused her even more and swallowed my cock whole, and could not get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She climbed on top of me, allowing me to fill her hot pussy with my shaft and began moving around on my cock. I had the other one with her hot swollen wet pussy in my face. I was eating it, sucking it licking it, making her grind my face so that I could have her cum all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way they decided that all three of us needed to cum at the same time. She grinded my cock while making out with her co-worker that I was eating reltentlessly. I was ready to explode and she could feel me swelling inside of her, filling her walls with the pulse right before you cum....She asked if I was ready and I nodded yes while muffling the words into her co-workers wet hot lips....then the count down started.....3-2-1 GO!!!!!! I came so hard and filled up her pussy while her co-worker squirted her hot juices all over my face. She clamped her pussy so hard around my cock while I was cuming to release the juice down my shaft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally untied me and asked if I wanted to join them in the shower.....which I of course could not refuse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113260058292896265?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='....After the office'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113260058292896265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113260058292896265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113260058292896265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113260058292896265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-office.html' title='....After the office'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113236408145428199</id><published>2005-11-18T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:34:41.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/OfficeFurniture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/OfficeFurniture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I sit here alone in my office.  My mind begins racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Network Administrator for a company in San Diego county. My office has network and computer equipment in it, with 1 desk and 1 bench to work on computers and such. I have always wanted to use it for more than just work. I want to have a hot long brown haired MILF come into my office. She would be about 5'1", athletic body and maybe like a 34 B. I love the natural boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would be a consultant coming in late for a meeting that we had previously scheduled. She would apologize profusely for being so late and be so grateful that I waited for her. She would be wearing a short black skirt with high healed black boots. She has on a white blouse that compliments her breasts and you can see through it. The lace of her bra has my attention drawn to her sexually instead of discussing computer stuff. She feels me gazing into her blouse trying to sneak a peek, she is aroused by this and asks me if there is something else I would rather be doing? I feel like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar....oops I said......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said don't worry, I like it when people stare at me and actually there is something else I would rather be doing as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have an erection that is showing through my trousers, she notices and get excited. She begins to start rubbing between her legs letting me know that we are both interested in the juices that are flowing from her lips....I lean in to start kissing her and she pulls back....She pushes me back in my chair and tells me to sit there and watch. She sits up on my desk with me facing her and begins to unbutton her blouse to expose her perky breasts with the perfect light pink nipples hard as diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lifts up her skirt and to my amazement her panties are already soaked, she begins rubbing her pussy making her panties even wetter. She pushes her darks green VS panties to one side to show me her lips that are throbbing for more pleasure. She inserts a finger and teases me to lick it but quickly withdraws and sticks in her own mouth and tells me how sweet she tastes. She starts rubbing her self, fingering herself and she begins to cum all over my desk, not allowing me to assist but to just watch. After she cums, she bends over my desk and teases me with her throbbing clit, telling me that I can't lick it or feel her until I pull out my cock and start stroking it. I pull it out, with pre-cum flowing down my pulsating head. She grabs my cock in one hand and with the other she grabs my hand and inserts my fingers inside her and tells me to lick her until she cums all over my face. I eat and eat while fingering her with her ass and pussy in my face. She cums all over my face and then begs me to slide my hard cock that she has been stroking and fuck her harder than she has ever been fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift up her skirt and pull her panties down to her ankles and then slide my cock right inside of her! It goes in with ease because she is so wet. I have her bent over my desk pounding her from behind, she is begging for more! Harder and faster I pump my throbbing cock inside her....she can feel the steel of my shaft filling her walls of lust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is moaning so loud and screaming for more and more and that she is ready to cum all over my cock, she is begging me to cum with her. Stroking, pulsating, throbbing without a word we both release at the same time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her legs give way and we both fall into my chair, sweating and falling into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We catch our breath. At that moment was the first moment we started kissing, her lips were full and soft, it was the best kiss I have ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that we can schedule another meeting at a later date and that she has an associate that she would like to bring next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113236408145428199?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Office Sex'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113236408145428199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113236408145428199&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113236408145428199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113236408145428199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/office-sex.html' title='Office Sex'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113235661415439663</id><published>2005-11-18T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:30:14.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Masturbation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/wUq5ULw8AkbcDSEYOvKVc8XI0Fv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/wUq5ULw8AkbcDSEYOvKVc8XI0Fv2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find that when I do masturbate, which seems to be somewhat regular, I find solace in the shower. Having the hot water running down my back while stroking my cock fantasizing about who I wish was in there with me.&lt;br /&gt;And you know who you are........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do the whole turn on the DVD and watch some porn and masturbate, but not so much anymore. I have gone off of this type of masturbation of late. I love watching the porn, I even get aroused by it, but I find that I am more interested in watching what is going on, and then find myself forgetting that I was suppose to be stroking while watching. I think my voyuerism takes over and I get lost in the observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard tale that the tub for a woman is amazing! Running the faucet on that oh so sweet spot is second to none. So I have heard. Of course being a man with a penis, rushing water on my head would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a real desire to witness this in person someday and feel the excitement and pleasure from watching a woman explode while in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113235661415439663?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Water Masturbation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113235661415439663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113235661415439663&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113235661415439663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113235661415439663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/water-masturbation.html' title='Water Masturbation'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113225625212429453</id><published>2005-11-17T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:37:32.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex on the brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/sex%20on%20the%20brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/sex%20on%20the%20brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I have decided that this is pretty much all I think about all day long!!!! Is it a disease, an affliction or am I just one of the lucky ones???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am not working on a network problem or a computer problem or solving some idiots printer problems, I am pretty much thinking about sex and what else is in store for me to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get aroused at least 100 times a day. I love reading blogs about other peoples sex experiences and I love the pics just as much if not even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly feel that urge to just poke a hot wet spot, and if I could I would. I find myself checking out women around me, trying to see their bras and panties, just to sneak a peek. I love looking down blouses as often as I can, just for that moment that there might actually be a nip slip! The pantylines are just as arousing to me as anything else and I love the full coverage vs the thong! I think I have been put off the whole thong thing because it is so common and whale tails are really not that hot! The only thing hot about a thong is when it is coming out of the jeans on the hip! Wow that will get me going everytime as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to forewarn any women I know, or any woman that know me, I am always trying to sneak a peek, it's the voyeur/perv in me. It is all totally harmless but it is just something I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted!!!!  And what an addiction to have!  God bless women and forgive me if my peek lasts a little too long sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113225625212429453?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Sex on the brain'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113225625212429453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113225625212429453&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113225625212429453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113225625212429453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/sex-on-brain.html' title='Sex on the brain'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113216573684027718</id><published>2005-11-16T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:28:56.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a stroke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/boxers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/boxers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not quite sure how long it has been since I was able to cum without a single stroke to my cock. But last night it happened!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are messing around making out and such. She wanted her scalp massaged and for me to rub her back....At this point all she had on was her VS panties and I was down to my boxer shorts....sitting on her bed, massaging her scalp and rubbing her back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting behind her with my legs wrapped around her and she was in front of me. While I was rubbing her back with one hand I was playing with her nipples with the other, cuz I am a perv like that....she was liking it and we were both extremely relaxed. Well the hand went slowly but surely from the breast to her pubic area. I began rubbing her clit from the outside of her panties. She was completely relaxed at this point and had fallen into my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by this time she was completely wet and ready to be taken, but the moment was so erotic that I didn't want to pursue or change the position we were in. She decided that it was time to lay down and let me continue playing with her, while she played with her nipples. The nipple, clit combo is such a release for her and it excites me to no end. I was obviously hard as a rock at this point and did not know how much longer I could go without mounting her and feel her hot juices engulf my throbbing cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still had her panties on at this point and started rubbing her clit herself and guided my hand inside of her panties to have my fingers penetrate her and to allow me to feel how hot and ready she was. I inserted my finger and promptly started rubbing that spot that is so sweet. She was still rubbing her clit on the outside of her panties and began to have what would become the orgasm of a lifetime. I was fingering her on the inside she was rubbing on the outside, her legs just straightened and she came so hard and for so long....My cock was rubbing up against her while we were satisfying her deepest feminine needs that at the point she began to shiver, I released a load into my boxers. I came from the excitement and pure enjoyment of fullfilling her needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no need for stroking, blowing or fucking, I couldn't believe it! I came in my shorts and neither one of us had even touched it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came so hard that she couldn't even be touched, every sense on her body was heightened and just wanted to lay there and enjoy the moment. No more touching or kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am sitting there with an exploded load in my shorts. At first I felt awkward and almost like a high school kid who blows his wad before he can even take his pants off before having sex with the girl that he has wanted his entire life. But then the thought crossed my mind which I find amazing! I was brought to release by the pure emotional satisfaction of giving my self completely in order to satisfy her completely!!! I have never felt like that before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first to admit that I get most of my pleasure from giving and not receiving, but I think that this was the pinnacle! I have finally been able to completely give and not need to receive and be completely satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113216573684027718?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Without a stroke!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113216573684027718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113216573684027718&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113216573684027718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113216573684027718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/without-stroke.html' title='Without a stroke!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113216181663589392</id><published>2005-11-16T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:23:36.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://desireous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Des&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keeping in the spirit her it goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Delve into your blog archive&lt;br /&gt;2. Search archives for the 23rd post&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the 5th sentence or closest to.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'so she got some new drug that handles the OC, depression etc...an all in one type thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The gf finally saw the dr. and is working on making things better not only for her but me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people to do the same. Oh goody, this is the fun part!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tag your it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    1. &lt;a href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stepha - Now Where Was I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. &lt;a href="http://www.phillipmeyer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phillip - Ramblings from a freakish mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. &lt;a href="http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Biker and Teacher &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    4. &lt;a href="http://mamalicious216.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gigi - Mamalicious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://couldntstayaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stace - It's all about me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113216181663589392?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Tagged'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113216181663589392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113216181663589392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113216181663589392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113216181663589392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113208448650331816</id><published>2005-11-15T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:54:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catalogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/V250834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/V250834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tonight I am going to see my ex. It has kinda turned into a weekly thing now I guess. So I am anticipating what she has in store for me tonight....should be good times and the sex will be great I am sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking about how I am gonna hook up with her and my previous post about &lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/"&gt;VS&lt;/a&gt; and it got me thinking again and I was reminded that not to long ago I got the catalogue. This is by far the best mail I get. It's not a bill and it's far from junk!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink collection gives me a woodie just thinking about it! I was so impressed by the catalogue that I had to visit my local establishment this past weekend and verify the beauty of such products. It looks like I will need to be spending some of my hard earned cash to buy a certain someone some new lingerie, panties included!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of pulling off her pants and seeing VS panties after I have lusted looking at her and noticing the pantylines through her jeans gets me so aroused. I swear the anticipation of knowing that I am going to experience that is almost (not quite) but almost as good as the actual sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sad but true fact. The girls that work at my local VS love to see me come in, and even though they don't know me by name, they know that I am coming with money and they know that I am gonna spend it there!!!! God I love the attention.....one of them even told me that they prefer it when men go in there, because they are going to buy and not just simply waste their time by looking at stuff and asking a bunch of silly questions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love VS and forever will be a great fan....and the bra that cost a million bucks!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113208448650331816?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The Catalogue'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113208448650331816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113208448650331816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113208448650331816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113208448650331816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/catalogue.html' title='The Catalogue'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113174452620403280</id><published>2005-11-11T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:28:46.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tartan School Girl Skirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/tartanskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/tartanskirt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not sure where I saw this pic, but I am sure I downloaded it because I LOVE TARTAN MINI SKIRTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is or why I have such an obsession with them, I just know that I do. I could walk into any strip club in the country, and I have been to quite a few from coast to coast. But I can make one guarantee.....if you are a stipper and you are wearing a tartan skirt and a white blouse, I will spend A LOT of money on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 occasions during my business travels that I had such the opportunity! The one I remember and keep fond memories and even have pictures of somewhere, (damn I wish I could find them). I was in Nebraska of all places. It turns out there was a new club opening up across the street from the hotel I was staying at. It hadn't even had it's grand opening yet. So I heard about it from the clerk at the local convenience store and cruised across the street to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was 1 of 3 men in there when I got there, and boy was that nice! I had my pick and of course the ladies see you coming a mile away and probably were already sick of the other 2 guys in there by this time. Sure enough, one of the dancers had a tartan skirt and white blouse on. Let's just say that she made some good money that night. She was from Oregon, they flew a few of them in to get the club started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire night there and we had such a good time. The night ended in my hotel room of course after the club closed down around 2. I have never had such a good time. And boy she was so fucking wet and ready! All the lap dances and rubbing all night was really getting her hot. She was soaked through her nice little thong by the time we got up to the 10th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course did not pay her for anything more than the lap dances at the club, so the remaining time we spent together was purely mutual and a fucking blast! That was the first time I had ever fucked a stripper knowingly in my life. That was until Kansas City, which is another story all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tartan skirt and white blouse = a fucking hard on for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113174452620403280?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Tartan School Girl Skirts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113174452620403280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113174452620403280&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113174452620403280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113174452620403280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/tartan-school-girl-skirts.html' title='Tartan School Girl Skirts'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113157072870343979</id><published>2005-11-09T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:12:08.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual Masturbation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/mutual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/mutual.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So last night I was at the ex's having dinner with my kids, hanging out and watching some TV with them. I bought my son a new bed, so we were kinda of moving things around to make room for it etc...just having some good father and kids time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex comes home earlier than expected and required my attention immediately. She asked me to follow her to her room, she wanted to discuss a few things, so I thought. It turns out this was a ploy for the kids not to follow, they know if Mom wants to talk to Dad it usually isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go into her room and she had and idea of what she wanted to do. She wanted to mutually masturbate. I was thinking this could be kinda cool, but I wasn't too thrilled about playing with myself while she played with herself. I soon found out that was not the plan at all. She wanted me to get her off while she got me off, without penetration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went at it, and it was great. It was extremely hard to concentrate on her while she was stroking my cock. I was able to get her to cum a few times, but by the time I got my hand down her pants and felt the hot cum that was dripping from her lips I could not hold it anymore. I exploded and man did it shoot far. Needless to say there was some cleaning up to do afterwards, we were both quite surprised by the amount and the distance traveled by my load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good times and she winked at me as she was opening her door and told me that we should do it again soon. Who knew that mutual masturbation could be such a turn on!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113157072870343979?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Mutual Masturbation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113157072870343979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113157072870343979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113157072870343979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113157072870343979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/mutual-masturbation.html' title='Mutual Masturbation'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113138792021918819</id><published>2005-11-07T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:25:20.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week I spent the entire week from Tuesday through Saturday at our annual conference. Since I technically live 1 hour north of San Diego and the conference was in San Diego, I was given a room for the entire stay. The day would start at 6:30 and we would be done sometime between 7 and 9. This made for some serious long days, with no time to really decompress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the hotel I was staying at was only 10 minutes from my ex's house, she decided that it would be nice for her to come up one night. It was a nice a lovely plan. Well the third night of the conference was when she decided that she needed to get a little alone time with me in my hotel. She called me up and told me that she had a meeting until about 8 and that she would come over after that. So needless to say, I did everything in my power to make sure that I was done with the work I had to do before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her which room I was in and about what time I thought I would be there, which would be around 8. Talk about perfect timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knocked on the door to my room and I was aroused knowing that it was her. We had a little room service for dinner and then promptly began making out....I love making out with her she is such a fantastic kisser!!!!! Well as things progressed, she let me know that a HOT shower would feel really good. I of course did not object to her request. While we waited for the shower to heat up which only took a few minutes we began fondling and undressing each other. I love taking her clothes off and revealing her beautiful body! I kissed her from head to toe after she was disrobed making sure I pay special attention to the right spots. She loves it when I go down on her while she is standing up. It might have something to do with her domination fantasies.....so after I brought her to orgasm in the bathroom and we could see the steam covering the mirror, we went into the shower together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't taken a shower together in a long time, so we were both really excited and anxious. Being the gentleman that I am, she got under the hot shower and allowed the hot water to sooth her back and relax her that much more. She promptly started stroking my cock while she was enjoying the rush of the hot water. All the kissing, touching and caressing in the shower led her to her knees and she began to fill her mouth with my cock. She would allow the water to run on my dick while stroking it with her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so aroused at this point that she could not continue with the blow job, she wanted me inside her right then! She turned around with my cock still in her hand and promptly inserted it inside of her. It felt so good to be pumping her from behind while the water was soaking us. I had one hand on her hip and the other one playing with her clit. I love making her cum while I am thrusting her. She is able to have the best orgasms ever! She loves to be penetrated and have her clit played with at the same time! The vaginal walls compressing around my penis with each orgasm was too much for me to handle! We decided that we would cum together! I told her that it wouldn't be long before I exploded and she affirmed that she did not require much more time either. We came at the same time, my legs just gave way and became jello at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the shower to clean up and wash each other down. I love putting the shampoo in her hair and washing it, and massaging her scalp at the same time. It was amazing to feel her soaping up my body and stroking my cock clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shower, we both toweled off and got in bed for a few minutes. I began rubbing her clit again and inserting my fingers inside her. I brought her to a few more orgasms then she climbed on top of me and rode me until I exploded inside of her once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she got dressed and left, I promptly fell asleep.  It was the best rest I had all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113138792021918819?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='In the Shower'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113138792021918819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113138792021918819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113138792021918819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113138792021918819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-shower.html' title='In the Shower'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113087138357842991</id><published>2005-11-01T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:56:23.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it too much to ask?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/V248411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/V248411.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a huge fan and supporter of Victoria's Secret! I love the undergarments in which they produce for the lovely ladies of our land to wear and enjoy comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always make a strange request when I know I am going to see my ex for a lovely time of sex and general pleasure. I always ask her to make sure that she is wearing VS that day....She thinks it's kind of weird, but knowing that it pleases me she always complies with my request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to have a fetish for VS? I get sorely disappointed when the time arrives to remove the panties and they aren't VS...It's almost a turn off for me, but I always find a way to work through it and complete the task at hand....which is to totally satisfy the woman I am with!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113087138357842991?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Is it too much to ask?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113087138357842991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113087138357842991&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113087138357842991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113087138357842991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-too-much-to-ask.html' title='Is it too much to ask?'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113052327519369486</id><published>2005-10-28T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:14:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Lake-Tahoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Lake-Tahoe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember when we went to Lake Tahoe for some alone time? We drove up to your parents house in San Francisco dropped off the kids and then drove over to the lake. The time was meant for us to be alone and communicate on an adult level again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking along the shores of the lake, holding hands, talking, and enjoying the scenery. It was spring, snow was still on the mountain top and the water was freezing. We marveled at the beauty of the nature that surrounded us. Long walks, turned into long nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wore out the hot tub in our hotel room.  The romance, the sex the lust and the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We snuggled in the bed using our passion and lust to keep us warm from the cold nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for those days again........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113052327519369486?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The Lake'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113052327519369486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113052327519369486&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113052327519369486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113052327519369486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113043594695873994</id><published>2005-10-27T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:59:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss for a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/kissing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So last night, after dinner we decided to try an experiment.  I watched &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/docs/programs/sexinspectors/"&gt;sex inspectors&lt;/a&gt; on HBO this season and it was AWESOME to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the couples on one of the episodes had lost their daily desire for intimacy...not that we are having that problem at the moment, but I thought this idea was cool. They suggested that once a day all they do is kiss for 1 minute. Turn on the timer and go...this will help get the juices flowing etc... and put you more in a mood for later when the timing is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we discussed it and even took it a step further, we were going to try and kiss for the minute but also not use our hands and start fondling. It was a fun little game. We never made it to a minute without touching each other, our personal best was 45 seconds before hands started roaming. And it just wasn't my hands either....Although I do have uncontrollable roaming hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun and a good time and the intimacy was sensational.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113043594695873994?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Kiss for a minute'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113043594695873994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113043594695873994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113043594695873994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113043594695873994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/kiss-for-minute.html' title='Kiss for a minute'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-113026145107165940</id><published>2005-10-25T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:30:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in my lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/lip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/lip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I had the honor and privilege of hooking up with my ex again. She is the best sex I have ever had and probably will ever have. She was in the mood for a little rough play last night. Now I am usually up for being somewhat dominated, but last night she went full board. I starting rubbing her through the outside of her pants, getting her all wet and steamy in the nether regions, but she was not going to have any part of this foreplay. She grabbed me and threw me down on the bed and starting kissing and biting me. Telling me to take my clothes off. I was extremely aroused at this moment, but a little scared to be honest. I disrobed down to my boxer shorts and let her take complete control over me. I apparently wasn't nude enough for her. She ripped, literally ripped my underwear off of me and threw them and they landed on the fan blade (kinda funny). Anyhow she wasn't going to let that detour her from her dominating mission. She was pinching and biting me so hard, harder than she ever had...she put her lips on mine and I thought we were going to passionately make out, but no, she grabbed my lower lip with her teeth and began biting and pulling it, and if that wasn't enough she began biting my neck and my ear! I was ready to explode already. I tried pulling her on top of me and she refused and told me that she would get on when she was ready to get on!!!! This went on for a few minutes and the pain was ever increasing. She hopped on just in time for me to explode inside of her. Then she told me to get dressed and that it was time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the domination and the orders that she was yelling at me and the fact that when she was done, she told me to get the fuck out had left me so horny and hot for her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She usually calls me on my way home, but I have yet to hear from her! I know it is all in part of the domination she is having fun with!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113026145107165940?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Pain in my lips'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/113026145107165940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=113026145107165940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113026145107165940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/113026145107165940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/pain-in-my-lips.html' title='Pain in my lips'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112982879385252473</id><published>2005-10-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:19:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts or Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/pPOLO2-1727562_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/pPOLO2-1727562_standard_v330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the weather changing from warm summer to cooler fall, women stop wearing the mini skirts and shorts and begin to wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now generally I prefer summer shorts and tank tops on the beautiful women that I admire and lust for every day. The glistening skin, the visions of easy access, the heat the sweat it is all so erotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the cooler weather comes pants; slacks, cargo pants, jeans etc. In addition to the pants, sweaters are being worn. To me there is nothing more erotic than a woman with a pair of jeans and a sweater on. I love how jeans fit the hips, ass and all of the other erogenous zones. The sweater reminds me of my high school girlfriend, who loved to wear sweaters and I loved reaching under the soft cashmere to find her youthful "c" cup breasts! The erections I would get were instantaneous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am 20 years later still finding the same outfits erotic as I once did! I have undressed each and every woman that has worn this combination with my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112982879385252473?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Shorts or Jeans'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112982879385252473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112982879385252473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112982879385252473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112982879385252473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/shorts-or-jeans.html' title='Shorts or Jeans'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112975577474702394</id><published>2005-10-19T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:02:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangest Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/doggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/doggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I begin, I must give credit to &lt;a href="http://crazyassthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;quanzer&lt;/a&gt; for the inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex in some strange places, I-15 from Vegas to San Diego at 90mph, restaurants, the front lawn of a girls catholic high school, the beach etc.... However the best and most erotic place I have had sex is in a public bathroom at a park in Fallbrook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year I was seeing someone I had met through and adult dating site. We had emailed a lot, doing the whole IM thing, the webcam thing etc....and we decided that it was time to meet in person and see if the chemistry was as real in person as it was online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off of work (I owned my own business) so not too hard to do. Met her at a Mexican restaurant, thinking we were going to eat there, but she had other plans for lunch. We ended up having steak and lobster for lunch, I am sure she wanted to know if I was willing to put my money where my mouth was. So we sit down for lunch and begin talking and asking the normal questions that somehow you don't get to ask when you are cybering. Getting to know one another and really feeling each other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just kept looking at each other and I was really trying to make sure that my erection was not being exposed, therefore I made sure my napkin was on my lap the entire time......Well one thing led to another and 2 hours later we were still sitting there talking. The kids were going to be home from school soon, so we needed to make a decision on what we were doing. I paid the bill and no sooner had we walked out the door of the restaurant we were all over each other. She was trying to control herself as much as I was during lunch to just no jump over the table and molest me right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are there kissing, grabbing, feeling in public during the middle of the day no less. We knew at that moment that we needed and were sexually required to take the next step. Well here is where the park comes into it! We knew we couldn't go to each other's houses because kids would already be home or walking in the door very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I had any objections to going to a near by park, if we didn't hit a hotel first. I of course had no objections and neither did my penis. Well we got to the park and began walking around, holding hands, kissing, (who am I kidding?) full on making out with each other. There were some other people at the park and we couldn't just climb into the backseat, so we walked by the bathroom. We both looked at each other at the same time with the same conclusion. She wanted to go in the men's room. The thought of having sex in the men's restroom was a real turn on for her! I of course did not mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the bathroom first to make sure the coast was clear! And it was. So I grabbed her and pulled her into the stall where the lock actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began feverishly going at it, the lust of the first time, it's always the best! I slid my hand down her pants and I could feel how wet she already was. That just made me harder and hotter. I pulled her pants down and then her thong and began eating her out and consuming every drop of her juices. I turned her around and she bent over just enough for me to slide my rock hard cock inside of her and we fucked so hard and so fast! I don't sweat very often during sex, but I was dripping! I was so hard and so excited, the thought of being able to hear people at the park while we were in the bathroom was thrilling as hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came inside her just as she had begged me to. We pulled up our pants and then made sure the coast was clear and then left the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about it the next day and it was so hot and neither one of us had done it in a park bathroom. So it slowly became our thing! Every once in a while, we would meet at the park and fuck in the bathroom. We even went as far as driving to Alpine to fuck in one of the public bathrooms there. They charge 50 cents to get in, that was hot and awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our little thing and our little secret and we knew and kept it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112975577474702394?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Strangest Place'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112975577474702394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112975577474702394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112975577474702394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112975577474702394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/strangest-place_19.html' title='Strangest Place'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112965401840533024</id><published>2005-10-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:46:58.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Weather = Great Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/lightning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I walk in the door to have waiting for me a bowl of hot tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich, my favorite cold weather meal beside a hot bowl of chili.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in your pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. I can see your pantylines through your PJ's and with my astute observing ability have also noticed that you do not have a bra under your sweatshirt. (I should say my sweatshirt) I find it oddly romantic when you wear my clothes, it appeals to my sensibilities of love, compassion and the desire to be next to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireplace is burning, warm and bright. We have dinner and start talking about our days next to the warmth of the fire while sipping on hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me if I want to change into something a little more comfortable. I know this means you want me to remove my work clothes and put on my sweat pants w/o any underwear and an oversized t-shirt. I comply with your request. I come back down the stairs and find you pondering staring into the fire. I ask you what it is that you are thinking about, and you reply "how great it would be to make love right now in front of the fire" I am taken off guard, I figured you were thinking about bills or how crappy the weather has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am immediately aroused by your comment. You grab me and pull me closer to you, extending your soft lips and begin kissing me as if it was the first time we had ever kissed. We are kissing and holding each other allowing our hands to roam. I squeeze your buttocks holding it firmly in my grasp. Running my finger across the panty line that I can feel through your pj's. You reach around and begin rubbing my throbbing cock on the outside of my sweat pants. You take it firmly in your hand and remove it from my pants and slowly take it into your mouth. I lay back in order to get the perfect view of you sucking me, licking me, caressing me and you look up into my eyes, knowing that you are meeting my arousal approval. I reach down to rub your clit, which is so hard and ready to be kissed and licked. We position ourselves into 69 supplying each other with oral stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide that it is time for me to mount you doggy style. I lift your ass in order for me to penetrate you with the firm desire of my cock. Pounding you, listening to you wanting it more and more, harder, softer, faster, slower. I succumb to your verbal requests, allowing you to be completely satisfied. You let me know that now is the time. I hear you softly saying that you want me to fill you with my hot wet cum, you want to feel me explode deep inside of you. I once again comply with your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay there naked in front of the fireplace, warmer than we were when we were clothed. You lean over and softly kiss me again and lead me upstairs to the bedroom to snuggle and cuddle and to listen to the rain hitting the window and we fall asleep holding one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112965401840533024?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Bad Weather = Great Sex'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112965401840533024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112965401840533024&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112965401840533024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112965401840533024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-weather-great-sex.html' title='Bad Weather = Great Sex'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112957103259847753</id><published>2005-10-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:43:52.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! I have been watching you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/dripping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/dripping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I go to bed alone and begin my ritual of preparing for a relaxing evening. I remove my clothing in the closet, putting the clothes that I wore that day in the basket. I walk into the bathroom in my boxer shorts, enjoying the freedom that near nakedness brings. Allowing the senses of my skin to awaken and release the stresses of the day. I go to the sink, brush my teeth, wash my face, wash my hands and prepare the contact lens container. I take my contact lenses out and put them in the container which leaves me without sight and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aware of how vulnerable I am without my sight. I walk to the bed and prepare the sheets, blankets, comforter and pillows in order to rest my weary body. Completely unaware that you have been waiting for me. Knowing that our bed is big enough for me not to notice someone lying still as a cat waiting to devour it's prey. I fall into bed and begin to try to fall asleep. You have been lying there waiting for me to rollover and notice your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finally roll over and recover from the scare that enveloped my body, I relax knowing that you are there. You are not satisfied with me just knowing that you are there, you have patiently awaited my arrival for more desirous pleasures. You grab my hand and direct it towards your pubic area, for me to notice that not only have you decided to join me in bed but that you have removed all of your clothing. No night shirt and panties were required for this evening. "They would just need to be taken off" was what you whispered so softly and sensually in my ear while you were kissing my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed at this point as well, in addition to your nudity, you have become moist enough for me to immediately penetrate your cavernous desires. "I was masturbating watching you, knowing that you could not see me, and I became so aroused knowing that you did not know you were unaware of the voyeurisim in which I was engaging," was your answer to the mystery I felt between your soft milky thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You instinctively knew that such a comment would arouse me and launch the bulging sensation to make me erect and desire you. You reach around my waist and pull me over to you. Your legs are spread, inviting me to fill you with my pulsating cock. Wanting me to go deep inside of you and take me all the way in. There was not going to be any oral or masturbation foreplay tonight. Tonight was all about you feeling me inside of you. Sharing the symbiotic motion and rock with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inform me that I feel so good inside of you and that you are ready to explode and cum. You have altered your position so that at the precise moment I begin to feel your vaginal walls compressing my cock, that I would have no other choice but to fill you with my hot flowing cum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lie there together, catching our breathes, you reach over and grab a glass of ice water which had been sitting on the night stand, and hand it to me in order to relieve my thirst from pumping you so long and hard! You roll over and once again grab my hand and slide it in between your lips. Insert my fingers so that I am able to recover the mix of the juices that we just produced. Once my fingers are amply moist you put them in your mouth and lick them clean! Then you lean over and give me a long kiss and say "good night". You get out of bed and say "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for all the erotic memories and experiences you have given me and I look forward to many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112957103259847753?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Surprise! I have been watching you'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112957103259847753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112957103259847753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112957103259847753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112957103259847753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/surprise-i-have-been-watching-you.html' title='Surprise! I have been watching you'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112931121722900372</id><published>2005-10-14T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:33:37.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the hallway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Hallway%20%28from%20Kitchen%29%20-%20S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Hallway%20%28from%20Kitchen%29%20-%20S.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was coming out of the bathroom, walking down the hall toward the living room. You were coming from the living room down the hall and we met. I saw you walking so elegantly, concentrating on the task that you wanted to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours eyes met and we glanced at one another.  Knowing that we will forever be connected. We both stopped without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We simultaneously leaned in to kiss each other. How did we know? How did you know that I wanted to feel your lips at that moment? How did I know that you were wanting the same thing? Our desires are in synch. Using the same clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached around to feel your ass and give you the squeeze. You removed my hand and pulled it in front of you. Letting me know that you wanted me to rub you. You allowed me to rub you for that instant and you were relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later you wanted me to rub you again, but only to bring you almost to orgasm. You wanted to see if you could stop. You were able to, but I did not know what was in store later. It turns out that you were priming yourself for what you had already determined how the evening would end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the moistness that I found in your panties as you only wanted to have me masturbate you. I would have never thought it could be so fulfilling. You released all control, rubbing yourself against my hard cock, rubbing your soaked panties against me. Requiring me to feel deep inside of you with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercourse was not the objective this night. Allowing the euphoric pleasure of sexual desire to consume your entire body was your mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual encounters such as these are amazing and you keep me guessing what you are able to come up with next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet in the hallway again, I will be thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112931121722900372?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='In the hallway'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112931121722900372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112931121722900372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112931121722900372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112931121722900372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-hallway.html' title='In the hallway'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112922273109833866</id><published>2005-10-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:58:51.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/maslow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/maslow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We live in a society where we spend our lives searching for the one person that will meet all of our needs. But I find that most of us really never find that one person that can fulfill you emotionally, spiritually, mentally and sexually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really ever met anyone person that was 100% convinced that the person they are with is meeting ALL of their needs. It seems as though this search might be fruitless and unfullfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet our partner and generally at the beginning this person seems to be everything to you and over time as we grow, your needs and desires change. It is part of human nature, we are not conditioned to remain stagnate. Our internal desires require growth and to reach higher and higher. So is it really fair to expect to find just one person? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have friends that we choose because they fill some kind of need that we have. We have partners that are fullfilling other needs we have. And for a lot of the people I know, we also have lovers to fulfill the sexual needs we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think one person can be everything at least for the entire span of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it really fair to condemn a person for going outside of their relationship in order to fulfill their needs, whether it be emotionally, mentally, physically, financially or sexually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the condemning is at it's root; contrary to human development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends I have now are completely different than the friends that I had when I was 18, 20, 25 or even 30. I grow and life experiences draw me to the people that I am most comfortable with. You do have your life friends which seem to always fit, but I believe that is based on sharing life changing experiences together and creating bonds that could never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the couples that go through this I applaud! I applaud that the bond you create is so life changing that it will last a lifetime, however I would hazard to guess that those are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I will continue to make my time on this earth as rewarding as I can and surround myself with the people that are able to fulfill my needs and where I am able to fulfill some need of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to condemn for wanting to grow and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112922273109833866?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='THE ONE'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112922273109833866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112922273109833866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112922273109833866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112922273109833866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/one.html' title='THE ONE'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112913921516707885</id><published>2005-10-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:48:37.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect sleeping pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/lindoos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/lindoos1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love lying in my bed at the end of a long day and thinking about our next encounter. I love being able to visualize all the wonderful body parts you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse of what I do to fall asleep while thinking about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin by watching you walk in the door. Noticing that the day has been as hard on you as it was on me. I begin to ponder what it is that I can do to relieve the stresses of your day. I am immediately reminded through our countless encounters that running my fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp provides an instant release of stress throughout your body. I rub your back and rub out the knots that develop through the stresses of your day. I love giving you comfort and knowing that I am the one that holds the key to unlocking your ability to relax and make the cares of the day momentarily disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to just give you a scalp massage and a back rub, I find myself always resisting to run my hands all the way down your back and squeeze your ass which is supple and firm. I love feeling the panty lines through your jeans and anticipating the moment that I am able to remove them from your milky soft skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin by rubbing the outside of your pants while maintaining some similance of the massage and quickly find my hand rubbing your pubic region, slowly but surely finding the exact spot which will allow you to release the hot sexual juices into your panties. You grab my hand and have me do it again and again until you are unable to resist my advances of unzipping your pants and inserting my fingers inside you and rubbing that little spot that is just inside that makes you quiver with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become so aroused by the hot juices that have enveloped my fingers and I begin to throb with excitement and anticipation. You are able to relax and enjoy the pleasure that you are receiving knowing that I am able to sustain my erection until you are prepared to receive it. You love having me play with your nipples while inserting my fingers into you, you even participate and assure that both breasts are receiving the stimulation and attention that they require. You find yourself guiding my hand deeper and deeper inside you while you manipulate your clitoris for maximum pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed and excited and the orgasms that you are able to produce and still have the energy to have me feed my cock inside of you. You lie me down on the bed and remove my pants to mount me and feel all of me deep inside of you. You are in complete control and begin shifting, moving, stroking me with your vaginal muscles, making it almost impossible for me to resist exploding inside of you. You tell me, not yet, not yet and I hold on until that moment that you are ready to release what you term as your ultimate orgasm. We cum together, you on me and me inside you. We lie there with our nude bodies and caress and kiss one another knowing that we have completely disregarded the cares of the world for a least for a brief period in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run my fingers through your hair again and again to let you know how much I care for you and you feel the security in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this everyday and forever with you. What makes this so amazing is when I use the visuals to aid me in sleeping, I am able to feel and see clearly because this is how you love to make love to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the good night sleep and the sleeping pill that requires no ingestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112913921516707885?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The perfect sleeping pill'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112913921516707885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112913921516707885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112913921516707885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112913921516707885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/perfect-sleeping-pill.html' title='The perfect sleeping pill'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112905143560167133</id><published>2005-10-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:23:55.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/globe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I am lying on the couch, feeling like total shit getting over the damn flu that I got somehow....and Tab gets back from her shrink and informs me that I have been requested to attend the next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normally, I am not a big fan of therapy, eventhough I probably need it more than anyone. However it seems to be working well for her. She came home, gave me a kiss, even paid attention to my needs. Now I am a BIG baby when I don't feel well and I am a pain in the ass when I don't feel well. But considering that I only get sick maybe twice a year, I figure we can focus on moi (thanks &lt;a href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed a little about what was going on and what she was saying to her therapist and she even admitted that she does things on purpose to get to me, which in turns causes me to overreact and then I do shit to piss her off and the whole pissing contest begins, because we are both so damn stubborn it is amazing anything gets done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it seems that she is getting some good use from the therapy and is being more affectionate etc.....however the sex hasn't kicked in yet. So next week when I go, I am for sure going to bring that up and hopefully she will accept it better when it comes from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112905143560167133?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Shrink'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112905143560167133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112905143560167133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112905143560167133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112905143560167133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/shrink.html' title='Shrink'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112896543038548646</id><published>2005-10-10T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:32:42.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/pOGpXgUh017y8vIHINIu9usVvq78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/pOGpXgUh017y8vIHINIu9usVvq78.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it's Monday morning and man do I feel like shit. I was sick all weekend, I think the new guy gave me the flu bug thing that he was fighting with last week. Which really sucks and pisses me off! The only reason I even came to work (besides seeing my friends) is because I am still contracted, therefore I don't get sick days or vacation days or anything else like that. I do get paid holiday's and man I wish today was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considering starting my own religion, in order to have random holidays for days like today. That way I can take the time off and I can attribute it to some religious observance. Although, unless it is a Christian religion, they might not see it as a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much slept all day yesterday except for about 5-6 hours, of which I was either aching or on the pot.....loads of fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things overall seem to be much better with pseudo than they have in the past, we have had short little conversations and she is really starting to appreciate me for who I am and what I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with my bestest friends seem to be progressing and everyone is happier now, which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112896543038548646?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Monday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112896543038548646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112896543038548646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112896543038548646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112896543038548646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112870452947622814</id><published>2005-10-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:02:09.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs and Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/4goAGduQtcIQ0mfPlXCnJEKx2eVU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/4goAGduQtcIQ0mfPlXCnJEKx2eVU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So after long and careful consideration during my commute to work this week, I figured out that our education system should be teaching us life skills instead of useless science and math stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you can teach a kid to use the computer and from there all the applications can do the adding, spelling and grammar checking for you. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to let MS Word or Excel do everything for you, so why do we have to go to school and learn that crap. I am all for learning how to speak intelligently and use the correct vocabulary and maybe more time and emphasis should be put on that, as I ramble on with a long ass sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should have learned how to interpret signs. I mean, we had signs and signals in athletics. I knew what my 3rd base coach was telling me w/o a single word. I could get formation from the coach on the sidelines to go with the play the QB was calling in the huddle, hell the QB even gave signs to us after we broke huddle and were on the line if the defense was set up in a particular formation we could take advantage of. Adjust your route or go in motion from a simple sign or signal from the QB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it so hard for me to interpret the signs of the opposite sex? I don't get it! Women love to play the "this is what I am saying" but "this is what I mean" game. Chicks don't need to be that complicated, do you get some kind of perverse pleasure from confusing the men? We (men) use very few words to express our wants/likes/dislikes etc.....I mean when TR and I are kicking it, we don't need to talk too much, we know what is up with a nod or a look. No discussion is necessary, no over-analyzing none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would have paid double the college tuition if there was a class that taught how to interpret the signs of a woman! Dammit, when you think you got it, you don't! Flirting is just one example of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you are flirting with a girl, I never know if she likes it because of the attention she is getting or she really wants do get down on the dawg and have some good times. To the blind like me the signs appear to be the same. This is probably why I am such a pussy when it comes to the women. I don't want to be accused of misinterpreting anything. But then you are a pussy if you don't man up and take control! WTF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plea to all women everywhere, please understand that we (men) are simple, require very little to make us happy and prefer direct conversation and easily understood signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always maintained that a mans needs are simple, it's as easy as food and sex! That's it, that is the big secret! That is all we need in order to be happy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112870452947622814?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Signs and Education'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112870452947622814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112870452947622814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112870452947622814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112870452947622814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/signs-and-education.html' title='Signs and Education'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112861572985155284</id><published>2005-10-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:22:09.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Dippin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So on Tuesday night, somehow I ended up double dippin. I have no idea what stars were aligned and which sex god/goddess graced me, but I was utterly surprised and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out Tuesday night with the ex and my kids, we had some dinner etc...hung out for a bit and then she and I were able to get some alone time. It started with me rubbing her clit and making her cum in her pants which she really loves by the way and it is awesome foreplay if you ask me, but that is another story. Well slowly but surely I was fingering her and making her cum all over my hand while she was rubbing my throbbing cock at this point. Well one thing led to another, before we knew it we were nude in her bed, I was eating her out like there was no tomorrow, all the while fingering her, she loves that too. I am so glad that she is a multiple orgasm woman. I know that they are few and far between. Now she is on top of me, doing me holding on to her orgasm until we can cum together. I love that she can orgasm through penetration, yet another sexual attribute she has which I realize is rare. We had such a good time, her cuming on me while I was cuming in her. GOOD TIMES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home, go to bed after catching up on Weeds with Tab. So that made 2 nights in a row that we actually went to bed at the same time.....We ended up sleep sexing....as opposed to sleep walking. Neither one of us remembered it while it was happening, but the evidence was clear in the morning, when we were both naked with our underwear in different parts of the room. Apparently her china took control over her brain and decided she needed to get some. Which makes me happy that at least her china still has a sex drive, while she works out her mental and self confidence issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man slut is what I am and if it were to happen again I would be just as happy. However the sun doesn't shine on this dog's ass that often. I don't even remember the last time I double dipped, knowingly or unknowingly for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112861572985155284?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Double Dippin'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112861572985155284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112861572985155284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112861572985155284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112861572985155284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/double-dippin.html' title='Double Dippin'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112844464975659407</id><published>2005-10-04T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:50:49.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through it all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it all comes down to it.........I know that she will be there. That is what makes my life so hard right now. How do I give up the person that I know if the shit hit the fan, she would still be there. It seems sometimes that she makes me feel that she won't but from experience, I know she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no interest in sex whatsoever with anyone! Does it make me crazy, of course it does. Do I also know that she gets hit on like a million times a day and turns down the advances, of course she does. And even if she didn't, I wouldn't know and I don't think I would want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently hit a nerve the other night that caused her to see where we are and how I am not happy right now. We had a really good conversation last night and she let me know what I said, and of course I said what I said on purpose. I referred to Philip as her son, and I have never done that before. I have always inlcuded all the kids, hers and mine = ours. When I made the distinction it really hit a nerve and she said she was really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I did it, because she had pushed me to the last resort. I told her that she has pushed me too far and has given me no other choice. I told her that I am tired of being broken up with and then expected to stay. She acknowledged that she does break up with me too much and it has lost it's effectiveness. This was very apparent when I told her fine, and let her know that I had already made arrangements to leave. The tune quickly changed and the message was hear loud and clear, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our discussion, we starting playing again, teasing, and stuff, the stupid things that I view as affection. We even went to bed at the same time, which never happens anymore. We actually shared the middle of the bed. These are all the little things that I was missing and needing and it appears for now at least that she has heeded the message and is making actual changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been seeing a therapist and is slowly realizing how good of thing she has and how she has ripped it to shreds and is in jeopardy of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has it taken so long is my only question?  Granted we didn't have sex, but I would take the affection over the sex for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in bed thinking that her lack of sexual desire is like an illness that she needs to work on curing herself. But I need to be supportive in her pursuits. I wouldn't leave her if she had cancer or any other serious illness, so why should I leave her because she has the nosexitis? Afterall, it's not like I am not getting those physical needs met. Are they being met as frequently as I like? Well no, but I could have sex 3 times a day everyday and still not be completely sexually satisfied. That is my illness. My sex drive is not decreasing with age like it should and like it does with most men. Viagra is so far off for me it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still easily aroused and love the scent and feel of a woman. I am addicted! I am a lesbian with a penis! Only if I could be a female lesbian for 1 day?? Hmmmmm.....the amount of trouble I could get into.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I am going to be the caring partner and work with her on getting past the nosexitis illness she is suffering through and help her find the underlying cause of her emotional/mental problem that does not allow her to have the sexual confidence she is lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112844464975659407?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Through it all!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112844464975659407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112844464975659407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112844464975659407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112844464975659407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/10/through-it-all.html' title='Through it all!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112811357071579815</id><published>2005-09-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T13:52:50.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken up again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/House.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got into yet another fight in which we ended up breaking up AGAIN! So this weekend it seems that I am free to do as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all because I don't treat her son like a baby! He is getting his ingrown toenails taken care of today and he is really worried about the procedure and doesn't like needles at all. She was able to talk the Dr. into giving him general to knock him out so he doesn't feel anything and then has been coddling him since yesterday. He takes advantage of his mothers sensibilities and tries to get away with things he normally wouldn't be able to get away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so sickening how much he uses his mother's guilt and takes advantage of her and lies to her. 99% of our fights are about this. And of course, I am the bad guy because I point it out. She has rules in the house which everyone has to follow, me, my kids and her daughter. However when it comes to her son he can do whatever the fuck he wants! It really pisses me off and he takes advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got in this huge fight and broke up because she said he could sleep on the couch. Sounds real stupid when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally sleeping on the couch is not a reason to get into a fight. However we just bought a new couch a month or so ago and NO ONE is allowed to even take a nap on it. Well I learned that once again this rule does not apply to him. It seems that he is really nervous about going to the clinic today to have his toenails done. And he plays on it to get things from his mom. It really pisses me off!!! So anyways, he wanted to sleep with the kittens who have taken over downstairs in order to make himself more comfortable and feel better. Which would have been fine except they conspired to do this and for me not to find out! Well guess what, I live there how the hell was I not going to find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him that he could just so long as I didn't find out! WTF is that about? So we are watching our Thursday shows, Survivor and CSI....He is falling asleep during CSI. So after the show was over I told him he should go to bed, he said he didn't have to cuz his mom told him he could sleep on the couch! I for some reason get pissed, I don't know if it was cuz he was back chatting me or the fact that he didn't have to follow the rules we all had to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the long and the short of it is, I am an asshole for overreacting, she is tired of me trying to control her and her son, so she told me this morning that unless I start getting some therapy, we can not move into the new house together and she would do it by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new house is the pic......I just signed up for 700K and 30 years....nice to know I have a choice if I can live there or not!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might just say fuck it all and move in with my friend who happens to need a roommate at this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much longer I can take this! I know it is wrong to not mess with a mother and her child, and I would kill any man that tried it with my ex and kids.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lost and confused right now........I need a slut to take my mind off of things!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112811357071579815?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Broken up again'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112811357071579815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112811357071579815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112811357071579815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112811357071579815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/09/broken-up-again.html' title='Broken up again'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112800993951881780</id><published>2005-09-29T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:05:39.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a million $$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So, I am sitting with my daughter the other night and we are having some pizza and talking, and having some Father/Daughter time, (which by the way I LOVE!!!!). I ask her how her day was, what was going on in school, life etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me that one of her teachers made them write and essay on what they would do if they had a million dollars. Ok, so the teacher is trying to get some creative thinking out of her students, maybe even some good ideas if in fact she were to win the lottery or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful, full of life, love and energy 12 year old daughter Katy divided her money this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2,000    -    Mom&lt;br /&gt;$2,000    -    Dad&lt;br /&gt;$200        -   Kris (brother)&lt;br /&gt;$497,800 -  Savings/College&lt;br /&gt;$497,800 -  SHOPPING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed and laughed and asked her why Kris only got 200 bucks, and the obvious answer was "he's my brother"&lt;br /&gt;I do not know based on her division of assets if I have been teaching her good money management or shopping skills. She has left me in somewhat of a quandary. I love the fact that she knows to save her money and to spend it on things that are important. But it appears that shopping is just as important as a savings/college account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost $500K is a lot of shopping, I don't know if I could spend all that is what I told her, and she just looked at me and told me that it was easy and started listing the things she would buy and the list went on forever it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another reason I love being DAD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112800993951881780?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='If I had a million $$$$'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112800993951881780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112800993951881780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112800993951881780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112800993951881780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-i-had-million.html' title='If I had a million $$$$'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112795058944602518</id><published>2005-09-28T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:36:29.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible to........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;care too much? I really love my friends and I hope that I am a good friend to them. A couple of them have been going through some things lately and I really hope everything works out the way it is suppose to. I feel so bad that I can't help them out more. One of my friends lost her job and in turn cancelled her roomie arrangement with my other one. Another one of my friends is looking for that love of her life and I hope and pray that she finds him. I am the oldest in our group and I have been through a lot of what they are going through and I just hate seeing them going through the same things. I remember when I had similar problems and I am so glad that I learned from them. One of my friends has been through A LOT even though she isn't that old. But she has taken her life experiences and is able to impart her wisdom to all of us and I appreciate her so much for that! It definitely helps to have someone else who can relate and empathize when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan. I help out as much as I can and I try to do whatever I can to make it less painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it sucks, it is part of life and I guess everyone eventually goes through it and survives. I just wonder if it was as painful on my friends back in the day as it is to me right now. I know what it is like to be broke, to have your heart broken, to fight with your bf/gf, to venture out and be on your own, to lose a job, to have your car die on you and go into stupid debt to get it fixed. I know what it is like to be in a relationship where your not happy, I know what it is like to desire to find that one person that will love you with everything they have. I once told one of my friends something I heard a long time ago and has stuck with me to this day. "Anyone can die for another person, but it takes true love to live for them." I hope that they see how much I do love them and care for them and I hope that they are able to use my wisdom in some way or another to help them move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the pseudo and I have our disagreements and she makes some seriously stupid accusations, I know at the end of the day she will be there. That is all we really want I think....Just to know you have someone at the end of the day to say hi, I love you, how was your day?, or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is one of the best things about being a Dad, I can look at my kids at the end of the day and all the things that I thought that mattered really don't! I think that is only something a parent can experience and appreciate. All the cares in the world go away and you are able to concentrate your love on the people who will love you no matter what! I just hope my friends know that I see them the same way. At the end of the day, I will be there and nothing else will matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112795058944602518?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Is it possible to........'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112795058944602518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112795058944602518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112795058944602518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112795058944602518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-it-possible-to.html' title='Is it possible to........'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112749603922311230</id><published>2005-09-23T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:20:39.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/16024b%20%20%20small%20Geek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/200/16024b%20%20%20small%20Geek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so sometimes you really need to be careful what you wish for. I have been drowning in work and we finally hired another guy to help out. He is a Mac guy. I hate mac's and really don't like working with them on them or give 2 shits about them. So anyways after searching hi and low we finally found a guy who can deal with mac's and PC's. Not too many out there as you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he defines the term computer geek. He is like 6'6" and his hair looks like this picture. He wears a Fedora when he goes out to lunch and is really the oddest human being I have ever met. I have to help him along and get him up to speed, which is really weird, cuz we are nothing alike. I am a lot more social and as my friend Steve (who is an IT guy as well) use to say....we are perpin' a fraud cuz we are WAY cooler than most IT geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he is one hell of an eager beaver and is working hard to impress me and my boss so he can keep his job. This morning I walked into a HUGE fuck up! He installed some software that had not been approved by the press dept and so now we are jumping through hoops to get it all sorted. I hate yelling (well I didn't yell) but you know when I am not happy with something you have done. I am too laid back to give 2 shits normally, but when it affects the IT business of the company I take it seriously and always do the best for not only the user but the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully we can get past this, because I really like the fact that I don't have to deal with Mac's anymore....and I can concentrate on the windows and server end of things which is what I am good at!!!! Who knows if I play my cards right I can dump the printer mess on him too.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112749603922311230?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='New Guy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112749603922311230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112749603922311230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112749603922311230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112749603922311230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-guy.html' title='New Guy'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112734194420520041</id><published>2005-09-21T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:32:24.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/diNpzYNnCGCHXzwhryGcP2jPkkBd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/diNpzYNnCGCHXzwhryGcP2jPkkBd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! WTF????  What would you do with this????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112734194420520041?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='WTF???'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112734194420520041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112734194420520041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112734194420520041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112734194420520041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtf.html' title='WTF???'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112613947258314712</id><published>2005-09-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:31:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/cqOY3jKMz5kEi2fJmEprseQclJ9E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/cqOY3jKMz5kEi2fJmEprseQclJ9E.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!! It has been so crazy. Labor day weekend was a mess. It started on Friday which was the only good day for the weekend. I left work early to go to the horse races for Tab's birthday. She loves betting on the horses, but she didn't fair too well this time. So I was left to place a bet on the trifecta for the second to last race and I WON!!!!! Wow, talk about a win. We basically got to go to the races for free and come out a little ahead after making up for all the money we had lost on the previous races. We ended up helping her parents move on Saturday, which was only suppose to be a couple of hours and turned into an all day and half the night affair. Kind of pissed me off, I like my lazy Saturday's and I did not get to do that. Then because we didn't get home in time to take the kids to buy her birthday presents, I had to get up Sunday morning and drag the kids around the mall to buy her gifts and cards etc......then we went back to her parents new house and hung out there for the rest of the day for her birthday. On the way down, I got pulled over for a speeding ticket, which I was totally guilty of, and the cop was cool. He clocked me over 82 but only wrote the ticket for 75 so I could pay a smaller fine as long as I promised to go to traffic school, which I did. Monday, I washed my truck in the 100 degree heat, which it needed real bad, so that basically wiped me out for the rest of the day. My kids started school on Tuesday and I haven't seen them since last week. I miss them so much. I will be seeing them tonight thank God. My labor day weekend turned out to be more labor than a regular week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112613947258314712?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Time to catch up'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112613947258314712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112613947258314712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112613947258314712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112613947258314712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-to-catch-up.html' title='Time to catch up'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112533684738281785</id><published>2005-08-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:34:07.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Being Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/gilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/gilson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a pretty good weekend overall I guess. I picked up my kids on Saturday, which is always a good thing. I love my kids and they are the world to me and I love the fact that I am not an every other weekend dad! I am so glad that I am such an integral part of their lives and see them 4 days a week. I could not imagine only seeing them every other weekend like most dad's do after a divorce. I made sure with their mother that I am their dad and I will not become the part-time dad that expects his children to listen to him when they aren't a part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are wonderful and funny! They are in the process of getting their braces, so things have been more comical than ever. They both got a separator which is suppose to make their mouths big enough in order for the braces to do their job and straighten the teeth out. They get the actual braces on Sept 22nd which should be an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my daughter calls me last week from her cell phone while I was at happy hour with some of the people from work who happen to be on the softball team. And she says, now I quote; "Daddy, don't get too drunk, because you have to turn the key in my separator." I just laughed my ass off! She wasn't worried about when I was going to be home, driving drunk or any of that mess, she just wanted to make sure that I didn't stab her with the key in her mouth. I knew at that moment that she was mine without any doubt, daddy's girl! She has always been daddy's girl, but little things like that just make me so glad that I am her dad. My son is way too mature and calm for his own age. I am sure once he heads off to college he might let loose, afterall that is what his mother did and that is how he was conceived but that is another story! I am just so happy to be a father and that my children are who they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112533684738281785?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Love Being Dad'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112533684738281785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112533684738281785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112533684738281785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112533684738281785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-being-dad.html' title='Love Being Dad'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112508183124415369</id><published>2005-08-26T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:43:51.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah So Finally!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So finally, psuedo went to the Dr. yesterday and got some meds. I hope things will improve with her mood and shit and she can't start to chill and be normal again. She has a really bad OCD problem and it has gotten so bad that she can't even sleep at night anymore. So she got some new drug that handles the OCD, depression etc....an all in one type of thing. The Dr. let her know that her OCD is causing her depression because she stresses out so much and the stress is keeping her up at night! Talk about an endless fucked up cycle. I am really glad that she went and is taking care of it, because it has been progressively worse and she realized that when we were watching TV and saw a commercial for that new non-addictive sleeping pill......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said that it could take 3-4 weeks for things to start finally working in her head. I think I can handle that since I have put up with it for years now. It must really suck to always be stressing out about shit you can't control, or shit you think you want to control. That is basically how she is. I am so the opposite. So hopefully things will start to get better and she will be back to her fun self again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112508183124415369?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Yeah So Finally!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112508183124415369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112508183124415369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112508183124415369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112508183124415369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/yeah-so-finally.html' title='Yeah So Finally!!!!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112481482799717143</id><published>2005-08-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:33:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celeb Crush Is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/mary_louise_parker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/mary_louise_parker1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new series has started on &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/homepage/index.do"&gt;Showtime&lt;/a&gt; and even though we are only 3 episodes into &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.do"&gt;Weeds&lt;/a&gt; it is awesome! The show is about a mother of 2 boys who has lost her husband to an accident and is left trying to provide for them. She ends up selling weed to all the neighborhood parents etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it just so happens that the star of the show is Mary-Louise Parker. I don't remember what the first movie I saw her in, but she was my celeb crush about 15 years ago. She hasn't been in too much over the past few years, and I had all but forgotten how beautiful she was. Then low and behold there she is in HD nonetheless. I think she is one of the most beautiful actresses alive and I would definitely take her to the mall and let her have some of my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is simple, petite and hasn't had any of the surgery done to her that most actresses seem to believe are necessary. I love natural looking women, natural breasts, and a complexion that does not require make-up. I think make-up is good if it is applied correctly and the correct colors are used and of course that generally means you have to have had a professional show you how and what colors to use. I am a firm believer that the price to quality of make-up has an enormous impact on how a woman looks. Enough of that rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have fallen in lust once more with the beautiful actress and I feel like a school kid all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112481482799717143?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Celeb Crush Is Back'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112481482799717143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112481482799717143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112481482799717143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112481482799717143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/celeb-crush-is-back.html' title='Celeb Crush Is Back'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112473764013204714</id><published>2005-08-22T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:07:20.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Confused.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this weekend was kind of fun and cool. I got to see my friends Friday afterwork we had happy hour at some bar in Carlsbad, it was nice and Steph loved those chips. Ruth brought her new beau and he is a pretty good guy. I figure she can keep him for a while, then on Saturday we had our softball pot luck which was good times as well... Then on Sunday we were suppose to have our placement game which never happened because of some scheduling conflict thing that the league screwed up on....oh well we still had a practice which was fun and it was good times. On Saturday at the team party something was going on which affirmed my suspicion that pseudo is driving me crazy. She could usually give 2 shits about affection in public and stuff, but everytime I was talking to one of the beautiful girls that are my friends, she would make sure she was around and even made sure she was touching me in an affectionate manner. Of course the affection only lasted as long as the party and once we left, we were back to normal, with no affection or any of the other things that couples do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really must be a girl thing, because I really don't understand. I don't get the whole, 'he's mine' type of stuff in public when in private it is a whole different story! Of course she looked good she just had her hair done and her blouse was displaying the boobies as usual, which really makes me think she is Jekyl and Hyde. I am glad that she doesn't embarrass me or fight with me when others are around and I guess that is the silver lining in the cloud, but why can't she be like that at home? It is driving me nuts. When she is out during the week not coming home from OC or Riverside until 9 pm, I don't check up on her or anything cuz she will just yell at me. But when I go out and am not calling or checking in, and she is home alone she wants me to hurry home to be with her to watch TV or something. Why can't she do the same when I am home alone? Why can't she hurry home to want to be with me? Is this a sign of insecurity or jealousy or just being comfortable....these are the questions in my head. I really wish I could figure this out so I know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes calm myself down by equating it to being like a sibling. You can't talk shit about my brother, but I can!!!! So I guess I will continue to roll with the punches and do whatever it is that I do. I do know that we haven't had a good fight in a while which is a good thing, but that usually means there is a storm a brewin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112473764013204714?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='I am so confused'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112473764013204714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112473764013204714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112473764013204714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112473764013204714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-so-confused.html' title='I am so confused'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112449055914786013</id><published>2005-08-19T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:29:19.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart Has EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/walmarttight_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/walmarttight_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="Section1"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wal-Mart has EVERYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in line at  the company cafeteria, Joe says to Mike behind him, “My elbow hurts like hell. I  guess I better see a doctor. Listen, you don’t have to spend that kind of  money," Mike replies. "There's a diagnostic computer down at Wal-Mart. Just give  it a urine sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what to do  about it. It takes ten seconds and costs ten dollars. A lot cheaper than a  doctor."&lt;br /&gt;So Joe deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to  Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;He deposits ten dollars and the computer lights up and asks for  the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits. Ten seconds  later, the computer ejects a printout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have tennis elbow. Soak your  arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening while  thinking how amazing this new technology was, Joe began wondering if the  computer could be fooled. He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog,  urine samples from his wife and daughter, and a sperm sample for good measure.  Joe hurries back to Wal-Mart, eager to check the results. He deposits ten  dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer  prints the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water  softener. (Aisle 9) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal  shampoo. (Aisle 7) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into  rehab.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get  better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112449055914786013?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Wal-Mart Has EVERYTHING'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112449055914786013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112449055914786013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112449055914786013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112449055914786013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/wal-mart-has-everything.html' title='Wal-Mart Has EVERYTHING'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112440496377015802</id><published>2005-08-18T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:42:43.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushin Scares Me Cuz......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/crush2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/crush2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a pussy when it comes to women! I am not sure if it was the dream that started this whole thing, or the dream was an accumulation of a building crush. But I need to confess and admit that I am crushin on JB at work in all kinds of ways. I know nothing will come of it because I am such a pussy and I fear the rejection of the female gender. But certain signals are being given during the work day that I wonder if she likes the flirting as much if not more than I do. I don't know if she flirts because she knows I have the hots for her and she digs the attention or if she actually likes it. She invites me practically to flirt with her and I love it! Everytime I go into her dept to work on one of the computers for someone else, she always finds a reason to get me over to her desk and it is never a technical issue or anything to do with her computer. She always is inviting me into her personal space, doing little subtle things to touch each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dilemma is this; she is married and from what I know happily married. It's not like that has ever stopped me before but I don't make the first move generally! Hence the reason I am a pussy! I have this fear of rejection that is so deep seated that every woman I have been with has always made the final first move. I am real good at the flirting and taking it right up to that imaginary line, but the fear always keeps me from crossing over it. I wouldn't hesitate to tap some of my females friends if given the opportunity, but it is hard for me to cross over that line. I am not sure if that makes me a wuss or not, but I know it makes me a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard part is, now I kind of like going in the dept now whereas I use to never go in there, in fact I would avoid it at all costs! So I am getting a lot of much needed work done in there but it is for all the wrong reasons. She has already left for the day today and the odds of me going in there are like slim to none since I won't have a flirty reason, regardless of the work reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my only solution would be to just roll with the punches and see what happens next. I guess I could always just wait for her husband to be deployed again and then she might be a little more aggressive and we could create a situation where we could be alone and then I can just ravish her the way she needs to be ravished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112440496377015802?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Crushin Scares Me Cuz......'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112440496377015802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112440496377015802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112440496377015802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112440496377015802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/crushin-scares-me-cuz.html' title='Crushin Scares Me Cuz......'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112429296755409505</id><published>2005-08-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T08:36:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Alarm Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/roger_wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/roger_wood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the fucking alarm clock!!!!! God I am so pissed and frustrated. I have had this happen to me before and I really fucking hate it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having this AWESOME and I mean AWESOME dream and right when things were getting good the fucker goes off! I tried to hit the snooze and recapture where I was in the dream but I couldn't so instead I just wake up and start my day early!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming about a particular female here at work, she is really cute and has some nice boobies. She is young and cute and I think pretty much everyone here would take her to the mall, her initials are JB....so anyways...............we are on this hike for some reason, which I don't know how we got there at all. I just remember we are climbing up some mountain and I was holding her hand and her friends hand helping them along, because I am a good guy like that. Then all of the sudden her friend takes off and says she doesn't need my help and proceeds to go way ahead of us. It really kind of pissed me off that she would leave her friend like that, but she was obviously picking up on some signals that I wasn't. Well we are hiking along and all of the sudden she says she needs to take a break and sit down for a minute. So I am accommodating and I sit down with her.....she is a little frustrated and tired, so I start to rub her neck and start running my fingers through her hair to try and relax her.......we are kind of in a moment and then all of the sudden she stops me and says that we shouldn't go there.....going on about how she is married and stuff.....so I tell her I am just trying to give her enough energy so we can go on *wink* she is good with that logic, but she asks me to make sure I run my hands through her hair cuz she really likes that so I proceed. Then the next thing I know I am so close to her that I just start to kiss on her neck and she is really enjoying it and getting into it. She starts rubbing her hands on me and turns her head so that my kisses would befall on her lips and we start kissing and OH MY GOD what a FANTASTIC kisser she is!!!!! I start with my hands roaming around and on her body, getting a good feel of those boobies, she starts to unbutton my shorts, so I begin to do the same with her and then WHAM!!!! THE FUCKING ALARM GOES OFF!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112429296755409505?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Damn Alarm Clock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112429296755409505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112429296755409505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112429296755409505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112429296755409505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/damn-alarm-clock.html' title='Damn Alarm Clock'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112422152493256823</id><published>2005-08-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T12:45:24.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack or Whale Tale???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/vpl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/vpl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am at the gas station getting gas and low and behold I see a young lady, bending down and putting air in her tires. All I can see is the top of her crack! I did not know if should be excited or grossed out. I love the thought of women wearing underwear because it gives me the opportunity to guess and wonder, the whole mystery of what lies beneath. The whole Victoria's Secret phenomenon. But then, I thought to my self, that is pretty fucking awesome to think about a chick free-balling it! Easy access, on and off the freeway in a snap. In my obscured sexual opinion, I feel that if you are wearing pants, then panties are the way to go. If you have on a skirt then panties are optional. Nothing better than being able to lift up a skirt and just go to town. No worries no hassles. But if you have to go through the hassle of taking down pants then you might as well be a trooper and take the extra step and remove the panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady was wearing jeans, wouldn't that hurt? Or maybe she just had some really low riders, but how low can they go when about an inch of your crack sticks out when you bend down??? That is probably what caused my sexual dilemma to begin with.... and I for one do not appreciate such dilemma's. Give it to me straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112422152493256823?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Crack or Whale Tale???'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112422152493256823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112422152493256823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112422152493256823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112422152493256823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/crack-or-whale-tale.html' title='Crack or Whale Tale???'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112378098880480027</id><published>2005-08-11T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:23:08.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit or get off the pot!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/ogb87igPv9bxMbEKlLVFVUQ1dDs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/ogb87igPv9bxMbEKlLVFVUQ1dDs9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have decided there are basically 2 types of people on this planet. Those that make things happen and those that wait for things to happen. There are the hopeful and the hopeless. I am not quite sure what makes a person one or the other, but I have a real disdain for those who wait around for shit to happen, don't do a damn thing about it and then whine and bitch when it happens. My general philosophy from my laid back attitude is, do something about it or shut the fuck up! Shit or get off the pot! There are things that you have absolute control over and there are those that you don't. Sure you can influence or even persuade things to go the way you want, but at least you are doing something about it! I grew up in an affluent environment, we did not go without anything and yeah pretty much everything from the time I was 5 to 18 was handed to me. But somewhere in there I learned that it takes work to get those things. As much as I think my Dad is an ass he did show me that. I would do some menial shit when I was kid, just for the sake of learning how to work and not bitch! If you see room to improve the process then do it, don't bitch about it and then complain when it doesn't get done. That is one of the biggest differences between my ex and my current. My ex likes to be the martyr and have everyone know what she is going through, but at least she gets off her ass and takes care of it and doesn't wait for it! Her parents were blue collar through and through and she learned the same thing. So how do 2 people come from different backgrounds and learn the same work ethic? Interesting. Now I have Tab who will do anything to improve her/our financial situation but then bitches at home about every goddamn thing. She wants the house cleaner than the hospital but none of us do it right, so she does it or waits for the maid to do and then complains that either her or the maid are doing it!!! WTF? That drives me nuts.....I appreciate that she works hard and she is keeping our interests in mind, but come on! You have a housekeeper that comes once a week because YOU hired her so get off our asses about. I just went of on a little rant there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the original topic of conversation.....I love my job but there is one particular person in one particular department that just drives me nuts, because she wants everyone else to shit on the pot for her instead of taking responsibility and learning what she needs to learn to improve her skills as a manager and improve her dept. The only way this affects me is cuz she is constantly fucking up the computers in her dept because she won't change her ways and I get loaded with requests to fix the same thing over and over again and on top of that she has her employee send requests to fix things right after she does just to make sure we got it. WTF! Learn your shit and stop fucking up the computers!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I am a problem solver not a problem maker, but it all depends on how you look at it. I only stress out about things that I can change and don't really put much effort into the things I can't and some people think that is way too laid back or demonstrates a lack of caring.....But it makes my life easier to fix the things I can and don't worry about the things I can't. So you can say I make things happen and if I can't then I find someone who can and leave it at that........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112378098880480027?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Shit or get off the pot!!!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112378098880480027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112378098880480027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112378098880480027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112378098880480027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/shit-or-get-off-pot.html' title='Shit or get off the pot!!!!!!!'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112371242349067291</id><published>2005-08-10T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:20:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/lindoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/lindoos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday I had a little lunch time rendezvous with my ex. We have been seeing each other quite a bit lately, at least once a week and the sex is so amazing. We are slowly but surely getting closer as well. This was suppose to be a NSA type of situation and so far we have kept it that way, but yesterday after lunch we were either IMing or talking to each other on the phone......it's a little crazy but we forgot how much we have in common even though it was what we didn't have in common which is why we got divorced 7 years ago. We are able to have normal decent conversations without arguing or getting into a fight, which is kind of weird. Could it be that adding sex back into our relationship is what was causing us to argue so much? Was there so much sexual tension and frustration between the two of us that we gave into the lust and now we are much calmer and civil to each other? We began discussing the state of our relationship a little yesterday and we have both decided that we like where we are at, but at the same time we are just going to let things take it's natural course and not force anything like getting back together for real and stuff. We both agreed that we would really need to make sure of what we were doing because we don't want the kids to get the wrong idea if we got back together and then ended up breaking up again. It is kind of weird how we are becoming so close again, it is almost like before we screwed things up by getting married. I know I am extremely selfish for doing this, but at the same time I have always felt like I need to make sure I am happy. I am cheating on my girlfriend with me ex-wife.......how much more screwed up can it get? I am not sure where to go from here or what to do, but seems to be working right now, so I don't think I am going to change anything......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112371242349067291?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Lunch Rendezvous'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112371242349067291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112371242349067291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112371242349067291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112371242349067291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/lunch-rendezvous.html' title='Lunch Rendezvous'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112354563419435069</id><published>2005-08-08T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:00:34.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vegas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Executive-Suite-with-Strip-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Executive-Suite-with-Strip-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vegas was just as fun as ever! First off, not to brag, but we went all out for this trip. We flew first class (taking advantage of all the miles we have accumulated) and then once we got there we got our room upgraded for FREE!!!! We checked in and we got up to our 1st room and it wasn't even clean! So we called downstairs and let them know that it is not what we expected, they apologized profusely and then instructed us to meet the bellman at such and such room. So we are happy that it was on the same floor, because I didn't want to drag the luggage around. We go walking down the hall and all of the sudden the carpet ends and the marble floor begins.....well that is ALWAYS a good thing!!!! They upgraded free of charge into a suite which was totally awesome. (The exact one as the pic) The trip started out good, the Scots met us at the airport and surprised us and then immediately became jealous of our upgrade especially after flying first class there. (hehe) We went out that night to God only remembers where because I sure don't. I just remember getting back to the room sometime before 4am. We spent the entire daylight hours the next day at the pool area, which was voted the best in Vegas, which is why we picked Mandalay to begin with. It was bloody HOT!!!!! Then we took a nap, sat in the jacuzzi tub (thanks Mandalay) and went on the helicopter ride. I definitely recommend the helicopter ride over the strip, it is so much fun!!!!!! The lights and everything is just awesome!!!!! The best buffet in town had to be at the Aladdin, a little pricey like $26 per person but definitely worth it! Talk about 5 star quality food!!! I went totally off of my weight loss regimen for this trip!!! The gambling was good. I took out 3 bills when we checked in and still had the same 3 bills when we left.....so we were glad to let Vegas buy us the good time. Which means everything I won, Tab either lost it or we spent it on fun!!!!! I got the obligatory hotel/vegas sex which was good, nevermind the influence of alcohol which is a good thing, so I should be good for a while at least in her opinion. But that is a whole different story. We had a really good time and I was so glad to be there with my friends from Glasgow they are a hoot and we always have loads of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112354563419435069?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='The Vegas Trip'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112354563419435069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112354563419435069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112354563419435069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112354563419435069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/vegas-trip.html' title='The Vegas Trip'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112300092306201775</id><published>2005-08-02T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:42:03.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popsicle Arm/Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/GvgPwCytlS4rsDXlmm9GllFRVCUC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/GvgPwCytlS4rsDXlmm9GllFRVCUC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I wake about 4 am because I have popsicle arm and I can't get the damn thing to defrost. What is up with popsicle arm? I must have left it out from under the covers while I was sleeping because it was the only part of me that was frozen. The reason it is so freakin cold in my house is we live in Temecula, which is practically living in the desert and it is freakin HOT!!!! So hot at night it actually cools down to 80......if that is an indication. The pseudo keeps the house at 71 degrees which is freezing to begin with and it runs 24/7. So my bill last month to keep the house at 71 was 225 bucks....fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I wake up with popsicle arm and it is killing me and I can't get it to warm up no matter what I do. I was so miserable, I even contemplated in my 4am stupor to go downstairs and put some kool-aid on it and start licking, so I would at least get to savor the flavor of my popsicle arm and warm it up by licking it. But my desire to not leave my bed won over my momentary lapse of retardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VEGAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so stoked, tomorrow we leave for VEGAS and I get to hook up with my friends from Scotland. I am going to miss my work friends, but not my work......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112300092306201775?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Popsicle Arm/Vegas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112300092306201775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112300092306201775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112300092306201775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112300092306201775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/08/popsicle-armvegas.html' title='Popsicle Arm/Vegas'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112250592868857977</id><published>2005-07-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:12:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/MWVhecp3XWLlCdrFH7zryLkLb3UK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/MWVhecp3XWLlCdrFH7zryLkLb3UK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this has become my favorite word right now....it has so many meanings and can be used so liberally.  My peeps (&lt;a href="http://www.stephanieishere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt;) who I adore and love uses it the most. I think she does because it makes me chuckle when she says it. You can have a moist cake, or like today when I was sweating a little from moving computers you can be moist, which totally made my morning when she said that I was moist....but if you know me then you know my favorite use of the word relates to the female, being the perv I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of a moist woman just gets my engines running. I don't know what it is about that milky sauce but it is the best invention from God EVER!!!!! It makes things so much easier and pleasurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112250592868857977?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='MOIST'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112250592868857977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112250592868857977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112250592868857977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112250592868857977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/07/moist.html' title='MOIST'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112239687533147464</id><published>2005-07-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:54:35.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toner, Toner and MORE F*N Toner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/qmC9kQltOfYHQNomdQybX4cU6gxr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/qmC9kQltOfYHQNomdQybX4cU6gxr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I really am beginning to like where I work.  I have some pretty good friends now and we all seem to get along great.  I am in the IT dept and my job is to keep the computers and network up and running, handle issues with viruses, spyware, adware, operating systems etc.... in addition to that we have like a MILLION printers here.  I have never worked in an office where just about everyone and their mother has their own printer at their desk in addition to the network printers we have.  I swear I spend 1/2 of my work week replacing toner!!!!!!!  Now I think of myself as a pretty smart guy, very literate and pretty good with technology, but nothing raws my hide more than replacing TONER!!!!!  Not only do the users wait until it doesn't print at all to let me know, but I have to keep inventory and stock of the 70 types of toners we have to carry so that when the stupid user is printing and all of the sudden nothing is being printed to call me and have me replace it for them!!!!  It doesn't take rocket science to replace toner, lift lid, pull out old toner, remove strip from new toner and insert!!!!!!!!!!  How fucking hard is that, but it is so damn annoying.  I just feel sometimes that I am not using my awesome skills the way I should be. I do have my own office which is a bonus and keeps me sane.  I couldn't handle being in a cubicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112239687533147464?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Toner, Toner and MORE F*N Toner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112239687533147464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112239687533147464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112239687533147464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112239687533147464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/07/toner-toner-and-more-fn-toner.html' title='Toner, Toner and MORE F*N Toner'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112232561104929127</id><published>2005-07-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:06:51.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is Rated........</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/nc17.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My life is rated NC-17.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/quiz.htm"&gt;What is your life rated?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112232561104929127?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='My Life is Rated........'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112232561104929127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112232561104929127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112232561104929127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112232561104929127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-life-is-rated.html' title='My Life is Rated........'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112204896575709989</id><published>2005-07-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:16:05.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>Friday Fun -  Some Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eyes were on the radiant bride as her father escorted her down&lt;br /&gt;the aisle.  They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the&lt;br /&gt;bride kissed her father and  placed something in his hand. The&lt;br /&gt;guests in the front pews responded with  ripples of laughter. Even the priest&lt;br /&gt;smiled broadly. As her father gave her  away in marriage, the bride gave him&lt;br /&gt;back his credit  card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs  should&lt;br /&gt;get used to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three friends from the local  congregation were asked, "When you're&lt;br /&gt;in your casket, and friends and  congregation members are mourning over you, what&lt;br /&gt;would you like them to  say?"&lt;br /&gt;Artie said, "I would like them to say I was a wonderful husband,  a&lt;br /&gt;fine spiritual leader, and a great family man."&lt;br /&gt;Merle commented, "I  would like them to say I was a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;teacher and servant of God who made  a huge difference in peoples lives."&lt;br /&gt;Don said, "I'd like them to say, 'Look!  He's moving!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112204896575709989?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovpantylines.com/blog' title='Friday Fun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112204896575709989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112204896575709989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112204896575709989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112204896575709989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112178600568308229</id><published>2005-07-19T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:13:25.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God I am getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/mvbABxfOeLc4GAw6IWXpSLJrph5J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/mvbABxfOeLc4GAw6IWXpSLJrph5J.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok so here it is, my son's 14th birthday today and it crossed my mind....I am getting older. It actually kind of dawned on me last night as we were at dinner and my son was having steak and lobster for dinner. My son is becoming a man whether I like it or not. He has had facial hair for a while now even though it isn't thick he still needs to shave at least once if not twice a week. For christ sake I only shave like 2-3 times a week, but that is because I hate shaving. I am so proud of him and he makes me very happy that he is a respectful, caring and dependable young man, even though I think he plays his X-Box way too much. But I can't complain he got straight A's on his report card.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I look old or for that matter even act old, but having a 14 year old young man around can really make you feel that way. I will go to bed one night and wake up one morning and he will be asking for keys to the car or gas money or something of that sort. I remember when I was at that age, it was good times but I always looked at my Dad as old. I think my dad was 42 when I was 14 which is still older than I am now. But not that much older, considering that made my Mom 38 which is only a year older than I am now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can only be grateful that I will be bald before I become grey. I know some guys would rather have hair, but remember that hair will become grey and if you don't have any then you can never get grey.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew when I was in the hospital 14 years ago that I would feel this way while I was holding my son, my first born, my pride and joy that he would eventually make me feel old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112178600568308229?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='God I am getting Old'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112178600568308229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112178600568308229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112178600568308229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112178600568308229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-i-am-getting-old.html' title='God I am getting Old'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112171596681343081</id><published>2005-07-18T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:46:06.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/G5VBuD9MdwuRwrfhnltpGH8UI2gx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/G5VBuD9MdwuRwrfhnltpGH8UI2gx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the roommate/pseudo/Tab finally gave it up this weekend. It is about fucking time!!! I don't know what it was or what prompted her, but why look a gift horse in the mouth. This weekend wasn't anything particularly special, although I did do the laundry and put all the clothes away and cleaned the closet which is a disaster. It was still a mess from the last time she packed up all my shit and told me to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might have something to do with the fact that the Scots are coming, she always seems to manage to act like a couple when they come to town. I wished they lived here then I wouldn't be so unhappy with our relationship. Vegas is like our little get away and it seems to rejuvenate us for a couple of months until the next time she boxes and packs all my stuff and puts in my truck and tells me to get the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was pretty good, but then yesterday we started arguing about something else and she left, took the truck and didn't even tell me. I finally caught up with her at the movies, once again going to the movies in different cars, seems like an ongoing theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks can be so whacked sometimes.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112171596681343081?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/' title='Finally'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112171596681343081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112171596681343081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112171596681343081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112171596681343081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-112145581967892553</id><published>2005-07-15T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:30:19.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scottish are coming the Scottish are coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/scotland.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/scotland.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got off the phone with my friends from Scotland I have found out that they are going to be here the first week of August and we are hooking up with them in VEGAS!!!!!! I love my Scottish friends and miss them sooooooo much even though I see them once a year and was planning on seeing them in Scotland the day after Christmas for a couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-112145581967892553?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ilovpantylines.com/blog' title='The Scottish are coming the Scottish are coming'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/feeds/112145581967892553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13401915&amp;postID=112145581967892553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112145581967892553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13401915/posts/default/112145581967892553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovepantylines.blogspot.com/2005/07/scottish-are-coming-scottish-are.html' title='The Scottish are coming the Scottish are coming'/><author><name>pantylines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/sdpoloman/lick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
