The Bra Salesman Chapter 11

The Bra Salesman Chapter 11

by bobrobertson

Chapter 11: But Of Course

"No, I don't think so."

I roll my eyes and grab Dave by the shoulders. "I am telling you man, Brittney is totally jealous of all the bondage stuff you've been doing to Tasha and she wants you to do them all with her!" Hey asshole, you're at work, why don't you try saying that a little louder so that the females in the next cube over can write down everything you say to save time on your sexual harassment hearing. I poke my head down the aisle to make sure no one else at work heard me.

The Bra Salesman Chapter 10

The Bra Salesman Chapter 10

by bobrobertson

Chapter 10: Best Served Served

Ugh, I feel like crap today. And I don't mean the usual "I woke up sleepy" crap that most people refer to when they say that. Or the "I'm overwhelmed with all I have to do today" bullshit feeling as if that were somehow uniquely applied to them and only them. No, I mean the "my heart and stomach were dropkicked by a Brazilian soccer player after being pummeled by a rabidly nasty mountain goat but being chewed by a certifiably insane boxer" kind of feeling.

The Bra Salesman Chapter 09

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Mom Becomes a Cheating Slut Chapter 01

Mom Becomes a Cheating Slut Chapter 01

by sex4every1

Mom was 41 and a beautiful woman for her age, by any standards, with shoulder length black hair and a gorgeous frame. Her tits were large and a little saggy, but that just made them seem even bigger, even a tad obscene. I often jerked off thinking of them, comparing them in my mind to a cow's udders. Aside from my masturbatory fantasies, our family was as normal as the next family, I guess.

RE:Google on Blogger will effectively ban all ‘mature’ creative content

I hate Google.

If you click on the link at the start of the second paragraph in this article:

https://nakedsecurity.sophos.com/2015/02/25/google-bans-sexually-explicit-content-on-blogger/

it does not take you to the issue mentioned. Instead Google seems to have caved.  Here is what they now, 3/1/2015 (although the only date is only 2015), say:

An update on the Blogger porn content policy

This week, we announced a change to Blogger’s porn policy stating that blogs that distributed sexually explicit images or graphic nudity would be made private.
We’ve received lots of feedback about making a policy change that impacts longstanding blogs, and about the negative impact this could have on individuals who post sexually explicit content to express their identities.
We appreciate the feedback. Instead of making this change, we will be maintaining our existing policies.

What this means for blog owners

• Commercial porn will continue to be prohibited.
• If you have pornographic or sexually explicit content on your blog, you must turn on the adult content setting so a warning will show. If a blog with adult content is brought to Google’s attention and the content warning is not active, we will turn on the warning interstitial for you. If this happens repeatedly, the blog may be removed.
• If you don't have sexually explicit content on your blog and you're following the rest of the Blogger Content Policy, you don't need to make any changes to your blog.

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So maybe I won't have to find another server after all. I hope we are all here come April. I'll keep you informed the moment things change.

Kara

Google on Blogger will effectively ban all ‘mature’ creative content

Adieu, blog-gone erotica

Feb 27, 2015 - Nandini d. tripathy

Come March, and a massive crackdown by Google on Blogger, its popular global blogging community, will effectively ban all ‘mature’ creative content from the site

So much for blogs being a space of creative abandon. If Google has its way, Blogger — one of the largest blogging communities in the world — will face a drastic crackdown by the end of next month that essentially bans all publicly available “mature” content from the platform. And if reports are to be believed, Tumblr might follow suit. Are even blogs, then, poised to lose the freedom of expression that was once their core ideal?

"All problems in the world solved by having more sex" says headlines

Hi gang,

I was just watching a bukkake video and got to thinking.

I think just about all the problems in the world could be solved by the correct application of more sex for everyone.

I know it sounds stupid and you say what about hunger or disease or homelessness.

Well, try to look at it from my point of view. What if everyone, adults, got all the sex they needed? What if women, at the age of 21, received proper training in how to please a man sexually (I'm ignoring homosexuality for the sake of this argument)?

What if men got the same training to please women?

See, the way I look at it, we devote so much of our time to stupid hobbies when what we secretly desire is just to fuck the girl, or guy, next door into a coma and not wash our cars again.

Or scrapbooking. Or model aircraft. Or whatever. Devote all that time and energy into fucking. Getting our desires and needs totally met sexually. Every day. Several times a day.

I wish I could try this idea out somehow, like maybe on an island or something.

Yeah, right.

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I think I masturbate too much, it give me crazy ideas.

I'm listening to him snore. He went to sleep early. I stay awake, doing this.

I'm watching sex videos and eating popcorn, totally not turned on by anything lately

I want to direct them so I could get them justright, ya know?

Shit, you guys don't want to hear my sob story. I don't know why I'm writing this or if I will publish it. Too real I suppose. Kara's life is not perfect, boys and girls. Sometimes she's just lonely. Sometimes she just wants what she can't have.

I suppose we all feel that way, maybe a lot of the time. Is happiness not feeling that way?

He makes a lot of money doing his job, his endless job, his 12 hour days. Click click click his keyboard goes all day. That pays for everything we do, food, house, clothing, all the stuff of life.

I cook, I try to clean, the laundry is piled up downstairs. My daughter has good days and bad.

She's on a new med, last week was bad for her. Headaches and cramping most of the time. Endless fatigue, not able to focus. I can't imagine I can't imagine, I just can't. What she is going through might last another 5-7 years before it tapers off.

I would take it all, ALL of it, on myself, no hesitation, to make her well again.

Stupid thoughts.

I have to get up tomorrow, today now, and go to three stores and the grocers to get everything we need for the coming week. I need to wash a pile of clothing that is getting knee deep. I have dishes and cleaning to do.

I don't feel like doing any of it right now. I just want to sit here and be left alone. Let me stew in my own juices.

Speaking of juices, I like ketchup on my pot roast. I use Cook's Illustrated recipes for most of the things I cook, the serious things. I really like their pot roast but it takes so fucking long, 4 hours from beginning to end. But the taste, oh the taste is so so good.

It's 1:11 in the morning and here I am, awake, and talking to strange men about my life. Any women out there in Chesttalk land? Write to me, if there are. I'd love to talk about things.

I think my blood sugar is low. I need to sleep, I need a big glass of ice cold milk, I need a mind-bending orgasm. I need to be worshipped as the Goddess I truly am. I need to cuddle and I need to sleep.

Goodnight all.

Kara