Some astrologists associate a certain astrological sign with the particular part of the body. Here we’d like to provide a kind of seduction plan that we hope will be helpful for you in discovering the sensual world of your partner.
Aries: the head and the face. Aries are more sensitive when you stroke his forehead and temples. They adore if you are playing with their hair: combing and running through his hair with your fingers. Aries women like kissing with the bristled or bearded men. A light graze of their lips will make the sensations just great.
Taurus: the neck. You may begin with a gentle touch at the back of his head, slowly going down and kissing his neck. You can surprise him if you touch his neck while adjusting the tie as if it was incidentally. Your sensual kisses and gentle bites should proceed slowly and naturally.
Gemini: hands, arms, shoulders. Try to run over his fingers, kissing inner side of the arm beginning with the elbow till the armpits. You will feel him shivering as long as you linger this foreplay.
Cancer: the breasts. Men as well as women are especially receptive to French kisses. And still the breast is one of the most sensitive parts of their bodies. Their reaction will be pungent when you use oral and manual stimulation of their nipples. Careful tingles can increase the pleasure.
Leo: the back. You can start the “main performance” in the bathroom. When you slightly rub his back with a sponge, he turns into a fluffy tomcat. Being on the peak of pleasure you may scratch his back. Don’t forget about erotic massage with scented oil.
Virgo: the stomach. Virgos most easily react to you, when you touch them with your tongue and hair along the stomach. Linger over and kiss the navel and you will see how it works.
Libra: lower back and the buttocks. You can easily distinguish Libra, as they have the sightliest buttocks. In the most intimate moment gently tap on their butt, tingling it archly. You can spice him up if you touch him with you nipples on the lower back.
Scorpio: the sex organs. You shouldn’t be ingenious to find the most sensitive Scorpion’s zones. The slight stroke of his penis can drive him wild. And nothing can turn him on more than oral petting.
Sagittarius: the thighs. Stroking the inner side of their thighs and slight touching of the area that is close to genitals can guarantee to awaken his senses. Sagittarius woman is also sensitive to a gentle play with her hair. Both women and men like when you massage their hips with warm oil.
Capricorn: the knees. His passion fires up when you kiss him under his knees. Slide over his body with your nipples, taking you time near a navel and thighs.
Aquarius: from the calves till the ankles. All the poses that allow touching these zones will prolong his pleasure. They are receptive to a slight caress.
Pisces: the feet. They react when you begin a soft massage, fondling their heels and feet tenderly. With you fingertips or a feather smoothly touch the feet, going round and biting a little and this will give them the most desired pleasure.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Why the WAAF email army is corrupt
I've been a member of the aaf email army for years now and I have played all the games and trivia and everything. So I bought items and won things, etc. and everything I was supposed to get from them. (about 5 or 6) things over the past few years mysteriously got lost in the mail. I always email them when it happened and they blatently blow me off. A word of advice, don't bother signing up. If you want to play games and stuff, a really cool site is www.gsn.com. Thanks for your time!
Finding Things in 2's
Lately I have been collecting lucky objects because we definitely all need some luck. Anyway, I found 2 acorns stuck together and 2 four leaf clovers. Eventhough the Bible doesn't believe in luck heres some thing about the number 2 in the Bible
TWO: This number can mean difference, division, or double portion.
•On the second day God created light and darkness. [Genesis 1:3-4]
•The Ten Commandments were inscribed on two tablets of stone. [Exodus 31:18; 32:15; 34:1, 4, 29]
•The children of Israel were forbidden to collect manna on the Sabbath and therefore were permitted to collect a double portion of manna on Friday.[Exodus 16:5]
•On the 6th day of Creation God created two'male and female'of every species in order that fertility might be a blessing to the earth. [Genesis 1:24-31]
•In the New Testament Christians also saw this number as a symbol of the second person of the Trinity, the Incarnation of God the Son in the perfection of His humanity and divinity.
I hope I'm not pregnant.
TWO: This number can mean difference, division, or double portion.
•On the second day God created light and darkness. [Genesis 1:3-4]
•The Ten Commandments were inscribed on two tablets of stone. [Exodus 31:18; 32:15; 34:1, 4, 29]
•The children of Israel were forbidden to collect manna on the Sabbath and therefore were permitted to collect a double portion of manna on Friday.[Exodus 16:5]
•On the 6th day of Creation God created two'male and female'of every species in order that fertility might be a blessing to the earth. [Genesis 1:24-31]
•In the New Testament Christians also saw this number as a symbol of the second person of the Trinity, the Incarnation of God the Son in the perfection of His humanity and divinity.
I hope I'm not pregnant.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Right or Left Brained?
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(16)Saturday, May 8, 2010
Updated Personal Story
I always wanted to be a closet alcoholic. I loved the idea of being drunk without anyone knowking. As it turns out, it's beyond obvious when I'm drunk. Here's my story. I was born on Leap Year 1976. Originally my mother’s doctor said I was anticipated to be born on January 15th. My mother would start having contractions and go to the hospital. Unfortunately, the doctor would inform her that she was not having contractions. Finally, my grandmother Georgenia was forced to call the doctor and demanded that he do an emergency c-section. Incidentally, the umbilical cord had been binding around my neck causing me to not to break the surface. Then, from what I hear, the nurses coming out of the delivery room were covered in a bloody mess. This scared my relatives who were unsure of what was happening. I survived but I had to be put in an incubator for over a week. Given that I was born so late, my finger nails were even long. After they were sure I would survive, some doctors alleged that if I had been a boy I certainly wouldn't have had the willpower to survive.
The next 3 years went by pretty lovely as far an only child. After 3 years I was bestowed a baby sister and then a year later a brother. One spring morning my mother, sister and I went to awaken my 4 month old brother Michael. He was in his crib facing the wall. My mother lightly called his name. "Michael". Then, Michael didn't respond. Again she called his name and touched his back. He gave no response. Finally she bellowed his name and turned him away from the wall. His face was blue. I suddenly knew what death looked like. Michael was transported to the hospital in the ambulance. Next, all of our family started arriving at our house. I asked my grandmother Marion if Michael would be ok. She said "I can't lie to you, he's dead." They tried to recuperate him but he had died of SIDS.
My mother had put Michael’s crib in my bedroom. My mother required me to wake up with Michael during the night. The night of his death I heard him crying but I was too tired to get up with him. I never told anyone about that because I felt like his death was my fault. The other day I become conscious that I was only 6 years old and I should have never been held responsible for an infant. So, I spent the last 26 years of my life blaming and beating myself up. When in reality, my mother was guilty of neglect.
The next 4 years are a miasma. All I remember were visits with a psychiatrist regularly. We usually played games and I enjoyed seeing her. My parents decided to move out of the projects and buy a house in Winchendon, MA because my mother’s family was meddling in my parent’s affairs. Finally, I felt a wave of abandon from my worries as we moved to Winchendon. I was so eager to move that I left early with the moving truck instead of playing with the neighborhood kids for one last time.
At my new school I was petrified. I cried on the first day that my parents dropped me off. in next to no time a girl in my class befriended me. She gave me the chinwag on all the other kids. Then, at recess she pointed out a red-haired girl named Peggy playing soccer. My new friend warned me to pay no heed to her because she was a dork. Peggy turned out to live right behind my new house. We became good friends for a short time. This was during the time that the Jem cartoon was on TV. One day we called the show frantically trying to win a contest to sing the theme song. I got through to the voicemail while Peggy was in another room and I sang my heart out. Unfortunately, my singing voice is bad. Peggy lived with her grandparents for some reason and the grandfather in particular was a miserable man. He was always getting furious with the kids and I couldn’t be around him.
Soon after, on November 29th of 1985, my sister Tina was born. Once again, it became my responsibility to guard her during the day and wake up with her at night. It was then that I began experimenting with alcohol. My father, being an alcoholic to this day, always had a bottle of Wild Turkey around the house and I would indulge in some on occasion.
The first time I officially got drunk, it was a real disaster. I was at a modest get together in a friend’s parent’s basement/bar. We were making screwdrivers. Rapidly I got so drunk that I blacked out. All I can remember is that my friend Kevin pulled my pants down. Then we must have gone out in his back yard because they wanted to go in the tree house. As I tried to climb up I got to the top and then slipped. While I skidded down the tree my stomach got a long gash on it from a nail that was sticking out. The cut was pointed out to me the next day by my mother. For some reason she was in the bathroom when I was taking my clothes off to take a shower.
After I fell out of the tree house I went into what I thought was the woods but in reality I just walked all the way around a tree and I peed in front of a group of skater kids that had arrived without my being aware of them. The next day I went to school and I was still drunk.
There was also my uncles’ wedding. I was taking "sips" off everyone’s drinks. I ended up on the dj stage doing a karaoke type affair of Sowing the Seeds of Love by Tears for Fears. All the kids at the wedding were in close proximity to the stage cheering me on. It was a pleasant time and that is still one of my favorite songs. All this happened before I even was old enough for high school.
Chapter 2
I did a 360 (as one teacher called it) in high school. I got really into hardcore music and going to shows and I did really well in school at the same time. I made National Honor Society my junior year. They asked me to join as a sophomore but I thought it was too nerdy. When I told my mother that, she insisted that I join in my junior year so I figure "why not?” I received a lot of awards my senior year and graduated 4th in my class. Close to graduation I started dating a friend from Boston. He got me into weed and drinking again. On the day of my graduation party, my mother’s friend gave me some champagne. The party ended early because I got drunk and passed out. The next day I moved in with my boyfriend in Boston. I felt like a cool dude being able to support myself in the city.
I started to feel what a celebrity must feel. There were lights and music and people all the time. So, I began to party like I was famous. I moved around a lot. One of the first places I went to was a room that a friend from high school rented. He and his friends introduced me to acid. The first time I tripped was unreal. I and my friend took the acid in the room and just as it was kicking in, we got a ride from some people. That night brought us to many places, physically and emotionally. My favorite part was when we were peaking and we were sitting on a bench at a baseball field. It felt like it wasn't the ground that we were on but water. I could feel the bench floating and then I flicked a cigarette into the field but it looked we were on a boat in a pond and the cigarette extinguished as soon as it hit the surface. That night started a short love affair with acid. What I loved most about it were the people it introduced me to. I also started going to college at Mass Art during that time. I felt truly free. When I finally settled somewhere it was because a professor of mine could tell that something was going on with me based on my performance in her class. The fact was that I was homeless and out of money. As fate would have it, she had enormous pulling in the housing office. I was in my very own dorm room that day. When I moved out they even gave me my security deposit back (which I never paid for in the first place).
I met a guy named Gus in the dorm and we started drinking together almost every night. One night I had just bought a pair of roller skates at the thrift store and I was skating up and down the halls of the dorm. It was funny because we shared the dorm with M.I.T. students. We would hear them clacking away on their computers and I'm sure they could hear us partying.
On my 19th birthday I started going out with an acquaintance named Dan. I was truly in love. We enjoyed all the same things and he was really funny. We continued to party that year and the next year in the dorms and the following year in our apartment in Allston. It was there that I saw a movie that changed my life.
The movie was Paradise Lost. It's about 3 Arkansas teenagers who were accused and convicted of killing three kids. All the evidence pointed away from the teenagers. I immediately felt that I needed to help them get out of prison. I started by writing to one of the kids, Jason Baldwin. Then I handed out flyers on the streets of Boston encouraging people to see the movie and join the fight to free Jason, Jesse and Damien. The movie was in theatres at the time, I met the guys who made the film in New York City.
They were overjoyed that I was promoting their movie so they invited me to their premier party. There too I met a lot of other fascinating people. I just couldn’t believe I was drinking at a sophisticated New York City party. I don’t ever know where in New York City I was.
Finally, in December of 1996, I met Jason in prison. We had what is called a special visit together for 2 days and by the end of our visits, he asked me to marry him. I was happy and said yes. I went back to Boston and prepared to move closer to Jason. All my friends thought I was crazy and looking back on it I was.
I had a hard time finding an apartment so Jason's mother offered to let me live with her and her other two sons Matt and Terry. I took her up on her offer and moved to Memphis during the summer of 1997. I didn’t know at the time but my parents were about to get divorced. My father suggested that when he drive me down to Memphis that a “friend” from work could come too. Now he’s married to her.
Matt was a few years younger than me and we had a lot in common so we got along right away. Plus, I was 22 and could buy beer so he liked being around me. As sweaty southern trailer dwellers will do, we ended up having sex and we were basically having an affair after that.
When the summer was over, I quickly found a job at the University of Memphis, which I loved. In September I moved into a studio apartment in the Claridge House. I let Matt move in too, to keep me company. Our friendship drunkenly developed into a relationship which quickly went sour. Matt was physically abusive. I gave him a few chances then in the beginning of 1998 he went too far.
I was talking on the telephone with a friend from high school and Matt was fuming with jealousy. He ripped the phone cord out of the wall. Trying to avoid being with him, I laid down and tried to go to bed. I had a futon bunk bed. When I wrapped the comforter around me to go to sleep, he pulled it and I landed on the floor hard. I fell about 4 or 5 feet. I started to run across the room to press the security alarm but right before I got to it, he tackled me to the ground. Matt put me in a scissor type hold on my lower back to keep me from getting up. It worked; I still have a hard time standing up straight to this day. He held me "hostage" in the apartment the whole night. He didn't even let me go to the bathroom by myself.
Coincidentally, someone was picking us up in the morning to go visit Jason. That was my way to get Matt out of the apartment. When we got to the prison, they wouldn't let us in so we headed back to Memphis. Matt couldn't come into the building because he had previously been kicked out for throwing things off the roof. I told security what had happened and they tried to make sure he didn't get in again.
Fear got the best of me and I moved back to Massachusetts a few days later. While in Memphis I had begun showing signs of mental problems which I now know as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
The next 3 years went by pretty lovely as far an only child. After 3 years I was bestowed a baby sister and then a year later a brother. One spring morning my mother, sister and I went to awaken my 4 month old brother Michael. He was in his crib facing the wall. My mother lightly called his name. "Michael". Then, Michael didn't respond. Again she called his name and touched his back. He gave no response. Finally she bellowed his name and turned him away from the wall. His face was blue. I suddenly knew what death looked like. Michael was transported to the hospital in the ambulance. Next, all of our family started arriving at our house. I asked my grandmother Marion if Michael would be ok. She said "I can't lie to you, he's dead." They tried to recuperate him but he had died of SIDS.
My mother had put Michael’s crib in my bedroom. My mother required me to wake up with Michael during the night. The night of his death I heard him crying but I was too tired to get up with him. I never told anyone about that because I felt like his death was my fault. The other day I become conscious that I was only 6 years old and I should have never been held responsible for an infant. So, I spent the last 26 years of my life blaming and beating myself up. When in reality, my mother was guilty of neglect.
The next 4 years are a miasma. All I remember were visits with a psychiatrist regularly. We usually played games and I enjoyed seeing her. My parents decided to move out of the projects and buy a house in Winchendon, MA because my mother’s family was meddling in my parent’s affairs. Finally, I felt a wave of abandon from my worries as we moved to Winchendon. I was so eager to move that I left early with the moving truck instead of playing with the neighborhood kids for one last time.
At my new school I was petrified. I cried on the first day that my parents dropped me off. in next to no time a girl in my class befriended me. She gave me the chinwag on all the other kids. Then, at recess she pointed out a red-haired girl named Peggy playing soccer. My new friend warned me to pay no heed to her because she was a dork. Peggy turned out to live right behind my new house. We became good friends for a short time. This was during the time that the Jem cartoon was on TV. One day we called the show frantically trying to win a contest to sing the theme song. I got through to the voicemail while Peggy was in another room and I sang my heart out. Unfortunately, my singing voice is bad. Peggy lived with her grandparents for some reason and the grandfather in particular was a miserable man. He was always getting furious with the kids and I couldn’t be around him.
Soon after, on November 29th of 1985, my sister Tina was born. Once again, it became my responsibility to guard her during the day and wake up with her at night. It was then that I began experimenting with alcohol. My father, being an alcoholic to this day, always had a bottle of Wild Turkey around the house and I would indulge in some on occasion.
The first time I officially got drunk, it was a real disaster. I was at a modest get together in a friend’s parent’s basement/bar. We were making screwdrivers. Rapidly I got so drunk that I blacked out. All I can remember is that my friend Kevin pulled my pants down. Then we must have gone out in his back yard because they wanted to go in the tree house. As I tried to climb up I got to the top and then slipped. While I skidded down the tree my stomach got a long gash on it from a nail that was sticking out. The cut was pointed out to me the next day by my mother. For some reason she was in the bathroom when I was taking my clothes off to take a shower.
After I fell out of the tree house I went into what I thought was the woods but in reality I just walked all the way around a tree and I peed in front of a group of skater kids that had arrived without my being aware of them. The next day I went to school and I was still drunk.
There was also my uncles’ wedding. I was taking "sips" off everyone’s drinks. I ended up on the dj stage doing a karaoke type affair of Sowing the Seeds of Love by Tears for Fears. All the kids at the wedding were in close proximity to the stage cheering me on. It was a pleasant time and that is still one of my favorite songs. All this happened before I even was old enough for high school.
Chapter 2
I did a 360 (as one teacher called it) in high school. I got really into hardcore music and going to shows and I did really well in school at the same time. I made National Honor Society my junior year. They asked me to join as a sophomore but I thought it was too nerdy. When I told my mother that, she insisted that I join in my junior year so I figure "why not?” I received a lot of awards my senior year and graduated 4th in my class. Close to graduation I started dating a friend from Boston. He got me into weed and drinking again. On the day of my graduation party, my mother’s friend gave me some champagne. The party ended early because I got drunk and passed out. The next day I moved in with my boyfriend in Boston. I felt like a cool dude being able to support myself in the city.
I started to feel what a celebrity must feel. There were lights and music and people all the time. So, I began to party like I was famous. I moved around a lot. One of the first places I went to was a room that a friend from high school rented. He and his friends introduced me to acid. The first time I tripped was unreal. I and my friend took the acid in the room and just as it was kicking in, we got a ride from some people. That night brought us to many places, physically and emotionally. My favorite part was when we were peaking and we were sitting on a bench at a baseball field. It felt like it wasn't the ground that we were on but water. I could feel the bench floating and then I flicked a cigarette into the field but it looked we were on a boat in a pond and the cigarette extinguished as soon as it hit the surface. That night started a short love affair with acid. What I loved most about it were the people it introduced me to. I also started going to college at Mass Art during that time. I felt truly free. When I finally settled somewhere it was because a professor of mine could tell that something was going on with me based on my performance in her class. The fact was that I was homeless and out of money. As fate would have it, she had enormous pulling in the housing office. I was in my very own dorm room that day. When I moved out they even gave me my security deposit back (which I never paid for in the first place).
I met a guy named Gus in the dorm and we started drinking together almost every night. One night I had just bought a pair of roller skates at the thrift store and I was skating up and down the halls of the dorm. It was funny because we shared the dorm with M.I.T. students. We would hear them clacking away on their computers and I'm sure they could hear us partying.
On my 19th birthday I started going out with an acquaintance named Dan. I was truly in love. We enjoyed all the same things and he was really funny. We continued to party that year and the next year in the dorms and the following year in our apartment in Allston. It was there that I saw a movie that changed my life.
The movie was Paradise Lost. It's about 3 Arkansas teenagers who were accused and convicted of killing three kids. All the evidence pointed away from the teenagers. I immediately felt that I needed to help them get out of prison. I started by writing to one of the kids, Jason Baldwin. Then I handed out flyers on the streets of Boston encouraging people to see the movie and join the fight to free Jason, Jesse and Damien. The movie was in theatres at the time, I met the guys who made the film in New York City.
They were overjoyed that I was promoting their movie so they invited me to their premier party. There too I met a lot of other fascinating people. I just couldn’t believe I was drinking at a sophisticated New York City party. I don’t ever know where in New York City I was.
Finally, in December of 1996, I met Jason in prison. We had what is called a special visit together for 2 days and by the end of our visits, he asked me to marry him. I was happy and said yes. I went back to Boston and prepared to move closer to Jason. All my friends thought I was crazy and looking back on it I was.
I had a hard time finding an apartment so Jason's mother offered to let me live with her and her other two sons Matt and Terry. I took her up on her offer and moved to Memphis during the summer of 1997. I didn’t know at the time but my parents were about to get divorced. My father suggested that when he drive me down to Memphis that a “friend” from work could come too. Now he’s married to her.
Matt was a few years younger than me and we had a lot in common so we got along right away. Plus, I was 22 and could buy beer so he liked being around me. As sweaty southern trailer dwellers will do, we ended up having sex and we were basically having an affair after that.
When the summer was over, I quickly found a job at the University of Memphis, which I loved. In September I moved into a studio apartment in the Claridge House. I let Matt move in too, to keep me company. Our friendship drunkenly developed into a relationship which quickly went sour. Matt was physically abusive. I gave him a few chances then in the beginning of 1998 he went too far.
I was talking on the telephone with a friend from high school and Matt was fuming with jealousy. He ripped the phone cord out of the wall. Trying to avoid being with him, I laid down and tried to go to bed. I had a futon bunk bed. When I wrapped the comforter around me to go to sleep, he pulled it and I landed on the floor hard. I fell about 4 or 5 feet. I started to run across the room to press the security alarm but right before I got to it, he tackled me to the ground. Matt put me in a scissor type hold on my lower back to keep me from getting up. It worked; I still have a hard time standing up straight to this day. He held me "hostage" in the apartment the whole night. He didn't even let me go to the bathroom by myself.
Coincidentally, someone was picking us up in the morning to go visit Jason. That was my way to get Matt out of the apartment. When we got to the prison, they wouldn't let us in so we headed back to Memphis. Matt couldn't come into the building because he had previously been kicked out for throwing things off the roof. I told security what had happened and they tried to make sure he didn't get in again.
Fear got the best of me and I moved back to Massachusetts a few days later. While in Memphis I had begun showing signs of mental problems which I now know as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
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