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Re: “The flip-side of feminism”
Yeah, go ahead and check this out, where you can see that the gender wage gaps exists in virtually every industry, at every level of income:
http://www.bls.gov/cps/cpswom2011.pdf
Re: “Confessions of a Southern slut, part 1”
The Charlotte Harlot needs a twitter account or fan page... ha!
Re: “Recipe: Pumpkin Pie with Brown Butter Gingersnap Crust”
Ridiculous bit of tone shaming from "dan"... Oh my god, someone said "ass" ... everything of value is ruined.... simply ridiculous notion, perpetuated by wrinkled old shrivs...
Re: “Free books: Zane Presents”
What the fuck? Not sexy, not even cute. There's nothing worse than trying to slip condom over a half hard dick, but if he waited any longer, there'd be no point. He wanted to tell her to leave. Instead, he pushed off his shorts and underwear, freeing balls and legs.
A musty odor drifted up, inflaming his nostrils. His cock surged, harder yet than all night. Tara... this was her smell, her pussy drifting into his nose, his mouth... Salivating, he could taste her.
Condom on, squeezing the base of his cock he moved into Cheryl, pushing her body beneath his to the floor. He paused, looking once into her eyes. Drifting toward a kiss, his eyes shifted to her awkward smile. He turned his head to look at the floor beyond her head and forced his cock through wet lips.
He started slowly, drawing back until he could feel the head of his could at the mouth of her pussy. He held himself up on his arms, concentrating on the warmth and pressure he felt through the condom and easing forward until his balls pressed against her ass. Each time he pulled out, he knew he could still smell Tara, mingled with but overpowering Cheryl's lighter scent.
He feels a hand on his face.
"I'm so glad to be fucking you again, it feels so good."
Distracted again, reminded of his distaste for his partner, he started thrusting harder, chasing after his retreating erection. The force of his hips, slamming into her legs and ass, turned her words into something more like grunts and moans. She put her arms around his back, nails pressing into flesh, pulling him closer.
Elbows placed above shoulders, small breasts pressed against bare chest through cotton fabric. Hard, fast friction, even soft moans in his ear made no difference. Frustration surging in his blood, he grabbed Cheryl's face, placing palm over mouth, turning head away.
Eyes closed, face in pillow, mind drifts to bodies in bed. Kisses, now soft, now frantic, now nothing more than lips brushing together on faces in such close proximity. It is Tara in his arms, in his bed, in his head; Tara's cunt that squeezes his cock to life. Hard throbbing cock, his pace more fantic, harder, faster, teeth sinking into flesh as he comes, collapsing.
