When I played Lady Day, I took Aba onstage with me as a joke. He started singing—in tune!—and the audience loved it.Eartha Kitt, when asked what tricks her poodle did.
     ― Eartha Kitt

When I played Lady Day, I took Aba onstage with me as a joke....

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When I played Lady Day, I took Aba onstage with me as a joke. He started singing—in tune!—and...

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The Sectional Progression method used in every one three regarding the tool. The Sculpt Line Organic CBD is...
With my grasp loosened, I noticed just how good he felt. His chest and back were broad and…muscular? What was the matter with me? This was my enemy. My sworn nemesis. I wasn’t supposed to be riding behind him on a motorcycle, reveling in the feeling of his abs and pecs. Something seriously weird was happening to me.
     ― Anne-Marie Meyer,
  
    
      Rule #2: You Can't Crush on Your Sworn Enemy

With my grasp loosened, I noticed just how good he felt. His chest and...

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With my grasp loosened, I noticed just how good he felt. His chest and back were broad and…muscular?...
I scooch my body over so I’m on the bed, and we’re head to toe. She’s lying next to me. Sixty-nine, I say with a smirk. Oh. I’ve never done that. Hop on. Don’t be shy. She doesn’t hesitate, and the next thing I know, my tongue is on her again and my cock is taken in by her magical mouth. I love the weight of her tits on my abs as she bobs up and down on me. I wrap my arms around her waist, and as much as I want to see what she’s doing that is making me feel so amazing, I love how I can make her wiggle in this position. Her body shudders again, and I wonder if she’s coming. I damn well hope so. I feel some combination of her hands, mouth, and tongue on me as she slides up and down, slick hands on my rock-hard erection. I gyrate up and down a little, rocking my hips into her. Our bodies press together in an explosion of sixty-nine heat and sweat and sex. For a moment, I pull her hands behind her back, forcing her to sit up and on my face. She’s hesitant at first, but I think my enthusiasm overrides any shyness she might have, and she’s twisting into me as she comes again. I know because she tells me, even though her words are barely a whimper at this point. She lifts her body up and off me, then kneels between my legs and pushes her hair behind her head. D, tell me how you want me to finish you, she says as she runs her hand up and down on my cock. I bite my lip. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck your tits. Well, I’m glad you’re not lying. She looks down. Fuck these things? And how would you do that? I narrow my eyes. You’ve never done that? She shakes her head. Never. So I get to take your boobs’ V card? I exclaim. Let’s not make a big deal out of it. She lies down on her back and I position my legs on either side, straddling her upper body. I slide my cock between her breasts, and just enjoy the beautiful view for a moment. When I lean back with one arm for balance, I find myself fondling her clit again—instinct—but she grabs my arm. Nah-ah. This is about you, now. This is about D. Grabbing my cock, she pulls me toward her face and leans forward at the same time, then takes me to the back of her throat, leaving me nice and slick. She puts my cock between her tits and then presses them together. You like that? she asks, and I nod vigorously. Very much, I grit out. Good. I like watching you do it. Her eyes flicker with excitement and that turns me on even more. I press her boobs together myself and she grabs hold of my ass and slides her hands around my hips. It’s so damn hot and this is goddamn reckless abandon, and I feel like I can do anything sexually with this woman, like I’m free and she’s my toy and I’m hers, too. I pump my cock between her tits again and she lets out a moan that puts me over the edge. Gonna come, I growl. Where should I come. My tits, baby, she says throatily, and next thing I know I spurt ropes all over her breasts and neck. By some miracle, none gets on her face. When it’s all over, both of our hearts are racing. She looks down at her chest, and then up at me. Wow. I would say sorry, but that would be a lie. She touches a tiny bit of the liquid with her finger and taps her tongue. You taste good, actually. I mean, I already tasted you before. I laugh as I unstraddle her and go grab a towel. I’ll let you taste me as much as you want, babe. By the way, let me just say you kind of look hot as hell right now. Thanks. I wipe her off, wipe myself off, and then lean down to kiss her. I envisioned a peck, but it ends up being a long, lingering kiss that promises more. She takes my hand and I stand there for a minute, next to her.
     ― Mickey Miller,
  
    
      Hatemates

I scooch my body over so I’m on the bed, and we’re head to...

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I scooch my body over so I’m on the bed, and we’re head to toe. She’s lying next...
One day, I thought as I let my hands wander further down into his shirt. I think of one my favorite things about Nix was his slight tummy. I liked it so much because it made him real; not that weird fantasy that all women have of six pack abs that I never understood.
     ― Yolanda Olson,
  
    
      Rebound

One day, I thought as I let my hands wander further down into his...

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One day, I thought as I let my hands wander further down into his shirt. I think of...
If we're afraid to have boundaries, it means we care more about what others think of us than what we think about ourselves. In doing so we lose respect for ourselves, and our self-esteem suffers. Others lose respect for us, too.
     ― A.B. Admin,
  
    
      Boundaries: Loving Again After a Pathological Relationship

If we’re afraid to have boundaries, it means we care more about what others...

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If we're afraid to have boundaries, it means we care more about what others think of us than...
Blood typing had a second, unanticipated benefit: establishing parenthood. In a famous case in Chicago in 1930, two sets of parents, the Bambergers and the Watkinses, had babies in the same hospital at the same time. After returning home, they discovered to their dismay that their babies were wearing labels with the other family’s name on them. The question became whether the mothers had been sent home with the wrong babies or with the right babies mislabeled. Weeks of uncertainty followed, and in the meantime both sets of parents did what parents naturally do: they fell in love with the babies in their care. Finally, an authority from Northwestern University with a name that might have come out of a Marx Brothers movie, Professor Hamilton Fishback, was called in, and he administered blood tests to all four parents, which at the time seemed the very height of technical sophistication. Fishback’s tests showed that both Mr. and Mrs. Watkins had type O blood and therefore could produce only a type O baby, whereas the child in their nursery was type AB. So, thanks to medical science, the babies were swapped back to the right parents, though not without a lot of heartache. —
     ― Bill Bryson,
  
    
      The Body: A Guide for Occupants

Blood typing had a second, unanticipated benefit: establishing parenthood. In a famous case in...

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Blood typing had a second, unanticipated benefit: establishing parenthood. In a famous case in Chicago in 1930, two...
When the mask drops, the person you thought he was disappears.  He will look quite different, and any illusion of normalcy will be gone. You will immediately know that he is predator, and nothing more than that. He may also come across as blatantly lecherous. You will experience what it is to be prey. The moment you realize he is a predator, you’ll know that everything else – everything else—was merely window dressing, smoke and mirrors, fluff.  That was the sheep’s clothing, and this is the wolf beneath. If you're lucky he puts the mask back on, along with the charm that comes with it. But you will never be the same.
     ― A.B. Admin,
  
    
      Psychopaths and Love

When the mask drops, the person you thought he was disappears.  He will look...

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When the mask drops, the person you thought he was disappears.  He will look quite different, and any...
Rabt ho gar khaamushi ka phir ye hona chahiye Lab pe jo aata nahin aankhon mein dekhna chahiyeरब्त हो गर खामुशी का फिर ये होना चाहिए लब पे जो आता नहीं आंखों में दिखना चाहिएKhud kaha tha auraten kamzor hain hamne to phirAadmi ko aadmi ka khoon piina chahiyeखुद कहा था औरतें कमज़ोर हैं हमने तो फिर आदमी को आदमी का खून पीना चाहिएइस जमाने में जहां mamta bhi jhoothi ho sake Is zamane mein bhi tujhko ishq sachha chahiyeइस ज़माने में जहां ममता भी झूठी ही सके उस ज़माने में भी तुझको इश्क़ सच्चा चाहिएHain azal se hi hamen Farhaad banne ki talab Aur ziyaada ishq se hamko bhala kya chahiyeहैं अज़ल से ही हमें फरहाद बनने की तलब और ज़ियादा इश्क़ से हमको भला क्या चाहिएJosh mein sab par katar kar rakh diye hamne magar Ab falak tak pahunchne ko ek gana chahiyeजोश में सब पर कतर कर रख दिए हमने मगर अब फलक तक पहुँचने को एक जाना चाहिए Kaun kahta hai ki jitega to khush ho jaayenge Sher Kehne ke liye umeed paspaa chahiyeकौन कहता है कि जीतेंगे तो खुश हो जाएंगे शेर कहने के लिए मम्मी पापा चाहिएMaine marham se kaha dikhla tu hamko mojza Zakhm to bharte hi hai naasoor bharna chahiyeमैंने मरहम से कहा दिखला तू हमको मोजिज़ा ज़ख्म तो भरते ही है नासूर भरना चाहिएMisr ke bazaar mein naadan kharha Yusuf mira Aur bina sauda kiye usko Zulaikha chahiyeमिस्र के बाज़ार में नादां खड़ा यूसुफ मिराऔर बिना सौदा किए उसको जुलैख़ा चाहिएAye khuda Sadiq ko tujhse kya gila jurrat siva Saath Mein sat kar nadi se ik gharaunda chahiyaआये खुदा सादिक़ की तुझसे क्या गिला जुर्रत सिवा साथ में सट कर नदी से इक घरौंदा चाहिए
     ― Taikhum Sadiq

Rabt ho gar khaamushi ka phir ye hona chahiye Lab pe jo aata nahin...

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Rabt ho gar khaamushi ka phir ye hona chahiye Lab pe jo aata nahin aankhon mein dekhna chahiyeरब्त...
We still believe after all this time that if we hate ourselves enough we’ll end up loving ourselves.
     ― Megan Jayne Crabbe,
  
    
      Body Positive Power: Because Life Is Already Happening and You Don't Need Flat Abs to Live It

We still believe after all this time that if we hate ourselves enough we’ll...

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We still believe after all this time that if we hate ourselves enough we’ll end up loving ourselves. ...