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Welcome to my blog, a place for me to rant and bitch yet sometimes tell of past experiences with the various guys in my life, hell maybe some fantasies. Judge me all you want, it doesn't matter. I'm hot, succussful, have multiple guy/gal friends, and am damn happy with where I am at with my life. No matter how much hate ya bring my way, that won't change.  For everybody else, sit back and enjoy. Hopefully my bad grammar and spelling won't ruin it too much for all of you. I'll try to do my best. |
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A dinner date
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Posted:Jan 12, 2008 5:38 am
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2008 1:50 am
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A wee tad late in posting this up, but have been busy at work and the comp is giving me fits. So hopefully it's a better recap then my last encounter. Enjoy!
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So my brother finally got back from Iraq and my entire family plus Mark were at my parent's house socializing. It was the normal small talk with my parents wanting to know about Iraq and what was happening over there, which both my brother and Mark had enough story wise to keep them entertained. The plans for the night were going to be everybody going out to eat in a double party, one for my brother's return for vacation and another in that Mark was going to be leaving in acouple days to actually go back to Iraq.
After acouple hours of hearing the same stories again, I decided to head out to the back yard and play with our german shepard (don't let the name fool ya, I love dogs  ) as I rarely get to spend time with him since moving out. My and I have allways had an awesome relationship...I try to tap his nose, he tries to bite my hand...mix in lots of dodging, tail wagging, and frantic barking when hand is quicker then snout and ya got great fun! After Pepper, the pooch, decided that I wasn't fun anymore and snubbed me off to rolling around in the grass, I decided it was time to go back inside. I went in through the basement and paused for a moment while checking my now messed up hair. The family was still at it with the stories upstairs...I shot at him, he shot at me, I shot back at him, he shot back at me, I shot at him and finally hit, he stopped shooting at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes at my mother's gasp from up the stair well and decided to find out exactly how much I had messed up my hair and headed for the bathroom/laundry room.
I had to say for rough housing with a 100 lb puppy, I didn't look too bad. Other then the fact that the white skirt I was wearing now was white and green and my blue tanktop had slobber that looked very close to teeth marks here and there, I was fairing pretty damn good! After pulling the wrinkles out of my clothes I pulled out a brush and started rearranging my hair to the way it should of look. Thats when I heard the bathroom door shut and with a startle I looked over to see Mark watching me while expertly locking the door behind him.
"Afraid I might escape?" I chirped with a smile, going back to my brushing as I untangled the knots.
"Not in the least...just wanted to make sure nobody walked in unannounced" his voice rather quiet, almost hushed as he moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist in a soft hug.
Copying him I lowered my own voice, I could still hear the family talking upstairs "Oh? And what would be wrong with somebody suddenly walking in?" playfully giving him a nudge with my butt and sticking my tongue out at him in the mirror. His hands were allready exploring my exposed stomach.
"Well, incase things get heated..." he replied, his words getting me excited yet afraid at the same time.
"My parents are just upstairs...as is my brother. It's like a 10 second distance" my words falling on deaf ears as I watched him softly kiss along my shoulder.
"Well they think I went for a walk to catch some fresh air...and that just means you'll have to be quiet", his arm tigtening around my waist as he easily lifted me off my feet my only response being a small squeek at the movement, "put your feet up on the counter baby" I could allready feel his other hand looking for the waist band of my thong and as I brought my feet up on the counter, my skirt bunched up and watched in the mirror as he hooked his fingers in the string and swiftly pulled them over my ass and down to my ankles.
I stared wide eyed at myself spread eagle infront of the mirror, wondering if he planned this out as I watched him unbuckle and unzip his pants under me. His pants soon down around his thighs as he positioned himself.
"Your not serious? We could get caught!"
He didn't even reply as I watched his thick length thrust up into me, his hand coming down over my mouth to muffle what would of been a loud scream of pleasure. We stayed there motionless, my head pulled back over his shoulder with his hand over my mouth, his dick burried inside me as I shivered uncontrollably at the situation, and we both listened to the unfaltering conversation upstairs between my brother and my family.
"Sshhh my little minx...don't want them to hear us now do we?" his words whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck, then slowly thrust in and out of me. All I could do was wimper pathetically, allways listening to the voices upstairs as I hoped they'd never stop as I didn't want this to end. Soon though those wimpers were met with the sound of his hips bumping into me as his tempo sped up, my louder wimpers allways met with another reassuring sush from my lover. His hand roaming up my body as it pushed my top away then fiddled with my bra.
Then the unexpected, my cellphone started violently vibrating in my bag as the computerized voice chirped "Call from - Mom and Dad". With that both of us froze and Mark finally let go of my mouth. Composing myself as best as possible I picked up my cell and answered in the best 'I'm not getting fucked in the basement' way as possible.
"High Honey, where are you?" came my Mom's cheerful voice, I shuddered at the thought of what would happen if she only knew what was happening as I fleeted a glimpse at the mirror and Marks large member still burried inside me.
"Uhm, I went for a walk with Mark down the street. About three or so blocks from the house...why?" I bit my lip, Mark being the bastard he is had started up his thrusting again almost as if to test me.
"Well we're all heading for the restaurant and just wanted to let you know. Meet us there?"
I covered the cellphone for a second as I caught my breath, trying hard not to moan, "Yeah, I'll tell him and we'll start back towards the house. See ya in a bit!"
I hung up the phone and listened as the voices moved about the house then finally went silent with the slam of the front door and the starting of the car. Mark kissed my back and wispered alittle less softly "I take it we're meeting them there?"
I sighed with relief that we weren't caught and nodded, "They are headed out to the diner now..."
"Good" his voice almost seeming to confirm that we could not get serious as he suddenly lifted me up off the counter then bent me over it, my face and breasts now pressed firmly against the mirror. "What the?" was all I could muster at the sudden change as I felt my panties being fully removed with my skirt as he spread my legs out even wider.
"What? Now that we have the house to ourselves...I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours."
And with that he slammed into me, pressing me fully against the glass as I cried out to god. Both his hands firmly gripping my ass as he forcefully thrust into me over and over again, my hips being slammed mercilessly into the wooden countertop. I tried to come up with words, to talk dirty and get back some type of respect, but all I could muster were screams of pleasure as I locked onto my own gaze in the mirror instead of on his body, his abs tensing up with every thrust forward. And then it was like a wave of emotion, no wall, no buildup, just me suddenly screaming incoherently as I bucked against his thrusts...I'd have to say the first climax I've ever had like such or so quickly for that matter. He pulled me up and kissed me, wrapping his arms fully around me as I shivered uncontrollably and wimpered against his lips. It seemed like forever before I felt like I could stand on my own and this is when I realized I was the only one that climaxed.
"Oh we can't have that" I said as I carefully turned around and dropped to my knees.
"Can't have what?" as he looked down at me cluelessly like he just screwed up somehow.
"You, at dinner, in front of my parents, with a raging hard on." and with that I stuck my tongue out at him again before gripping his dick and taking it fully into my mouth. It was now his turn to be speachless as he muttured an 'Oh shit' as I swirled my tongue around his shaft, slowly sliding my lips out to his tip so I could flick my tongue over it. I took my time sucking gently at his head, flicking my tongue along the underside before going back to taking his entire length back into my mouth and fighting back the gag reflex as I deep throated him...and that is all it took as he suddenly pulled me off and held my head back while I stroked his length vigorously, and a second later my face was thoroughly slimed in true Ghostbuster fashion.
"Fuck damn...what do you practice with garden hoses and golf balls?" as he staggered back and leaned against the washing machine.
"Oh yes, daily" sticking my tongue out at him once again as I licked off the trace amounts on my hand then stood up to clean off my face, thanking god that he nailed me in the eye and didn't get any in my hair...how the hell do I explain that? 'Oh I decided to wash my hair before coming to dinner.  ', I think not.
After freshening up I went about readjusting my top and finding my discarded clothes. "Well hopefully thats enough for you to remember me with when your back in Iraq...maybe give you a second thought when you think about signing up AGAIN."
He chuckled, "Well, thankfully all I have to divert my attention is deadly insects and smelly guys...so I don't think much is going to get my mind off my minx waiting for me at home" He smirked as he kisses me on the cheek.
"Uhuh, you say that now....we'll see if you even remember my name come next leave you get." I gave him a playfull wink as I went about getting redressed, pulling my thong back on then my skirt. Checking both to make sure nothing seemed out of place to the normal public as I knew my brother probably had a hanky panky alarm that would sound if anything was out of place.
"That would have to be one hell of an explosion to make me forget about you" I had to giggle at his words suddenly picturing him being treated by a medic and having him suddenly say 'Shit! I forgot her name!' I checked my hair one last time and turned for the door. The cellphone then vibrated again but this time had my Dad's voice.
"Where the heck are you two? We're all sitting here waiting on you!" he didn't sound too happy, we were cutting in on his buffe time and that was never a good thing.
"Sorry Dad, I didn't realize the car was on empty. Had to wait to fill up, be there shortly!" I hung up with a suppressed laugh as Mark was allready heading through the door all stealth like. There wouldn't be the slightest suspision.
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Minx
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Posted:Dec 11, 2007 9:50 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2008 11:57 pm
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The weather was rather lousy as we made our way up the mountain, a vehicle full of friends with the weekend off. A rented multi-room cabin and three days of nothing but us and snowboards. Our stop at the first lift though answered our fears. Where fluffy layers of snow should of been, stood only layers of ice; lift benches swaying unhappily in the sleet and rain. It was comforting to know that the Pass was partly open, granted over an hour drive away. We made a gamble on early snow and we got it right, sadly though we rolled our dice in the wrong place. Oh well, the cabins closer to the pass cost almost twice as much a night so we'd be more then happy to make the drive over.
While the travel time did cut into our fun, it didn't matter. It was fun to be able to hit the slopes in at least some context. The sting of the cold against my face while I zip along the snow, hit a bump, and fail horribly at the landing. The story of my life when it comes to snow, but there can't be anything more fun to fall down in then the white stuff! I have no idea how long we were out there, but usual indicator is when feeling in the fingers starts to wain. So we all packed up and headed for the cabin. This was the first time we had ever done such and was something we thought of the year before. We all chip in and split the cost, instead of trying to commute every day.
So this trip was kinda special. We had 4 rooms in the cabin and at the last second one of my friends and his girl decided to hit Nevada instead of skiing. So we were one down until we found out that Mark, a close family friend, was coming back from Iraq on leave. When he found out we had an opening, he jumped at the chance to go with us! It had been a long time since any of us had seen him, since joining the Marines he just kinda fell off the face of the earth. It was a good reunion though as I must say the corp has been good to him. I still remember him while he was in Highschool, such a geek! I seriously mean it too, he was your poster nerd. Scrawny frame, allways seemed to wear out of date clothes, played tennis and racketball, just kinda a funny guy to be around. I still remember laughing when I found out he was joining up with my brother under the buddy program. I just never pictured him the military type. That changed though when he got off the plane at the airport. Where I remembered a wirey frame now stood a wall of muscle. At first I didn't even recognize him until he called out my name. One hell of an eye opener, I'll have to remember to send chocolates to his Drill Instructor. 
So we get back from me chasing him down the mountain on boards and I start up dinner. Simple and quick porkchops, except I guess I wasn't quick enough as when I came out with all the food all I found was Mark sitting on the couch trying to figure out how to uncork a bottle of wine while the fire next to him roared away. So I set the plates down and look around, distinctly remembering there being 7 people. Mark just looks up from his cork dilemma, "Pat and Cin lip locked and went upstairs to their room" thats two people, "Then uh..well, uhm Sara, Sam, and Rachelle..uh...found that motivating and retreated to their room as well" all I could do was stand there and blink at him. My friends had ditched me for horniness and all I was getting in response was a helpless shrug from Mark.
So while my friends got their freak on, Mark and I sat by the fire and talked. He told me all about Iraq and the people he worked with, the cultures he's learned about, and more importantly his role as a sniper. It still amazes me how he could talk about killing people as if it was a game. He referred to it as a game of tag, his job is to tag them before they can tag a city patrol. He could actually tell me the names of every marine that went out on patrol that he effectively had to watch over through his scope. I found it incredible how close knit they had gotten. Anyways, the night wore on and at some point I must of fell asleep from the wine because all I remember is waking up curled up ontop of him, still on the couch. I'd have to say probably the best night of sleep I've ever had!
So that morning we packed up once again and headed into the fluff, except this time it was him chasing me down the mountain and ended with a snowball fight that I still say I won at. Oddly though, night two ended up going like the first. The girls broke off to go shopping and dinning, pat took off with his girl to treat her out to dinner, and once again it was just Mark and I. So we sat down with acouple beers and started talking again, this time though about the different boyfriends I had. There was one in particular that he wanted to know about, that I guess my brother asked him to check up on. A guy I used to date who was in the Navy and probably the only real relationship I was ever in until he decided it was ok to hit me. It was a relationship that ended with my brother coming back and from bootcamp and beating the crap out of the guy and he wanted to make sure the guy was still nothing more then history. What can I say? My bro is protective and I love him for it! So that conversation revolved into me telling about all my other boyfriends, girlfriends, and various other relationships I've had. I do believe I was drunk, as somehow that conversation ended up with me doing a striper dance at the wetbar. It still confuses me to how I got to that point as I still remember suddenly thinking "Huh, this was an odd progression" as I stood there and did a bump and grind to nonexistent music in nothing more then a thong and bra, my clothes effectively thrown everywhere. Somewhere during this dance I suddenly made the decision that I wanted this man, even if he was like a brother. So, I bent over the bar, looked innocently over my shoulder, and asked as sweetly as possible "Are you just going to sit there and let me dance all alone?" then gave a pouty face. Never have I seen a man undress so quickly and when I thought he looked good at the airport, he looked even better naked. Just, wow.
I wish I could write about the rest in more detail, maybe put an erotic story spin to it, but to be honest the majority of it is a blur. When he got to me he wrapped his arms around me, tracing his hands up my stomach. Kissing my shoulder and neck, touching every inch of me as if to make sure I was real, drove me nuts. He then untied the bows on my panties and let it fall away, then ever so gently bent me over the counter. I'll allways remember the words he whispered into my ear, "Tonight, I'm going to fuck the right out of you...until all thats left is my little minx" At that time it had to be the hottest thing I'd ever heard, still gets my heart racing when I remember how he said it. With those words he slammed into me, almost painfully but god it felt good and he didn't stop. I think I was a squirming mess as all I really remember is my screaming in pleasure and his thrusts getting more and more forcefull. We fucked on the counter, the couch, infront of the fire on the ground, then finally in his bed. Next morning I awoke once again curled up ontop of him, the bed sheets covering both our naked bodies. I just laid there and traced my finger around his muscles until he finally sturred. He brushed the hair out of my face and gave me an incredible kiss whispering, "Good morning babe, how's my minx doing?"
My reply was a love bite on his neck.
What can I say? I think I'm in love.
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The web we weave
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Posted:Dec 10, 2007 2:52 pm
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2007 9:44 pm
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So this weekend was interesting for me, at least the start of it.
As I mentioned before, I was heading out for the weekend with friends in hopes of catching the first snow of the season. That didn't work out as planned but was still a blast. Well before we left I got a call from one of my boys. He's one of my older 'friends' and lives down in Seattle. His whole life revolves around his boat, thing is a beast and easily cost him at least a million $$. So he tells me that he's heading off down to Mexico for acouple months and needed some diving equipement that I had borrowed from him this summer. No problem, I'll drop it off at the boat before I head off for the mountains.
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I show up to the marina and hop on the boat to unload all the gear and quickly notice that there is a woman on the boat with me. Now this is a first for me as I have never seen him with anybody but me. So I was like Woah! Compitition! No biggy though, not like we were serious or commited and it's only natural to assume he's going to be seeing other women. So she comes up and greets me with a "Ah, Good morning Darling. I was wondering where that was." I'm thinking, +1 for awesome accent so I get to chit chatting with her while I'm unloading everything and I casually mention that I've never seen her around and wondered who she was.
Her reply, "I'm Elle, dear. Dave's Wife."
Now, I've been in 'relationships' where the guy failed to mention that he had a wife or girlfriend, or just flat out lied about it. In every situation I've just cut contact and forgot who the cheating bastard was. The problem here is that I knew about Ellenna, his wife. Except the story that I knew involved her having passed away from a lost battle with cancer. So I'm alittle pissed, ok really really pissed because in my mind this has crossed new boundaries for me that I feel should never be crossed. So I'm like "Huh, I could of sworn that Dave said you passed away..." and she gave me this perplexed look and came back with a "Don't be foolish, darling. When did he tell you that?"
"When he was picking me up at the bar."
The conversation I wouldn't say went south, I'd say it suddenly lost all friendliness and turned into a very cold professional meeting. But she took that bombshell damn well which kinda perplexed me. I guess I was kinda expecting more out of her, I even regretted how it came out after I said it, and it must of showed on my face because all I got out of her was "I see, seems we're back to square one. Lets talk."
So I ended up spending a good 3 hours talking to her. About my relationship with her husband, her relationship with her husband, her husband in general, and her in general. Seems she did indeed have cancer but has been a 5 year survivor. Also seems that I was the second time he cheated on her, first time was with a gal in California and it almost caused their divorce...but they got counseling and decided to stick it through. Or so she thought. I also found out that while I was allways under the impression that Dave was rather well off fiancially and retired, that in actual fact he was piss poor and leaching off of her. Seems he got injured at work when he tripped and fell down some stairs. Sued his employer, got some money, and basically blew it all on a new car. So effectively, when we went out on dates...it was on her card. The boat? Her's. In fact the only thing he had to his name was his Ferrari and even then, she was footing the insurance bill because he couldn't.
Either way, she said she was expecting it just because how he had been acting. I think the best part was when she called her lawyer and just said "Yep, he did it again. You have a green light, he's all yours now" and hung up. I'm like damn! She's got wolves in wait to tear him up!
It was a very interesting convo, almost odd to actually have a civilized talk with a person you know you just ruined the marriage of. Though now that I think about, I can see how such would be if there was no trust in the relationship. Which is just sad to think about. Either way, she decided that what she needed was a vacation in Mexico "minus her Ex" so, me being the I am I gave her the number of one of my friends who happens to be into older women and single. Talked to him before I left and now I can't seem to get ahold of him...so either he's on a yacht to Mexico or suddenly got really busy at work over the weekend.
Anyways, Dave has tried to call me acouple times. Even left a message on my voice mail apologizing for the lie and how his heart was allways with me and that he wanted to take me out to dinner to make up for it. I deleted the message, blocked his number, and cleared my cellphone. Thankfully he doesn't know where I live, because I'd so sick my rott on him. Gah, I just can't believe he'd lie like that. I mean, who the hell would cheat on a sugar momma like that? First off, she had a spectacular body that in no way showed her age. I mean, she's my mom's age yet looked like she could of been my older sister. So she takes good care of herself. Ontop of that, the way she mentioned the boat made it seem like the wad of bills she dropped on it was nothing more then pocket change so ya know she's loaded. Something like "Please, I didn't buy the yacht for him. My friends have them so I figured, why not?" I mean why would you cheat on that? And for her not to fly off the handle on that rather ill devised bombshell I dropped on her shows she's pretty kind hearted...cuz a bitch would of just put a hit out on me. Stupid, stupid man.
So that was my Friday! 
At least it went uphill after that! How went the weekend for everybody else?
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Time flies by...
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Posted:Dec 5, 2007 3:40 pm
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2007 8:13 am
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You know I came here originally to write out stories and fantasies, but for the life of me I can never seem to find the time to sit down and do it. Plus when I do have the time, I'm so stressed out over work that I just want to relax and do nothing. 
On a more positive note I found out my Bro is coming home for X-mas from Iraq!  Seems it was a stipulation with his signing bonus to stay on for another couple terms. So I'm excited for that! Been over a year since I've seen him. Anybody out there in Find a Cougar Blogland have family visiting for the holidays? Or family coming back from Iraq?
Cheers,
Kat
Mwuaah 
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The weather outside is frightful...
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Posted:Dec 4, 2007 10:10 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2009 6:14 pm
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So, if you haven't heard on the news (impossible if you live in Washington) but we got hammered over the last couple of days and not in the good way. In fact last night I had a groove going with Dave, one of my friends in his truck when it started rocking and not from us.  Seems the river didn't like the idea of us making out in the woods and decided to flood! Mood shot right there as he drove out of it with acouple close calls. (Thankgod for off road vehicles and snorkels, we actually had water coming into the cab. He was ok with it, I wasn't)
So we have rain coming down something terrible and flooding just about everything, mudslides taking out roadways, trees coming down...just unsurreal.
I mean I heard the reports and everything and the newspeople were saying to expect the worse but this is Washington! This shit doesn't happen here! Hell last year we had a report of a Tornado touching down...WTF? It's Washington! We don't have storm shelters!
So yeah, last night went from me stripping a guy of his shirt while he did the same with my pants, to State of Emergency Washington. Reading all the reports and it's just nuts, work is shut down because all roads to my place are flooded out. Like I'm in a movie. Heard that Bothel is looking for volunteers to help sandbag against rising waters. Tempted to see if they still need help.
Anybody else stuck in this? I've seen flooding before but this time seems kinda nuts.
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Anal
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Posted:Dec 4, 2007 9:58 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2009 6:17 pm
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Something I've allways loved about anal sex. Never understood it.
Being bent over, giving all control over to him. Two large hands sliding delicatly down my back and cupping my ass, squeezing wantingly before spreading them apart. The feeling of his shaft sliding up between my cheeks, giving me a preview of whats to come. Driving me wild with anticipation, trying to look over my shoulder but never having a good view. Then, the head presses against me spreading me open. I want to moan but it's like the sound is just caught in my throat, a silent scream of pleasure as my body is violated from behind. Stretching me wider and wider, pain coursing through my body like pleasure as I dig my fingernails into the ground. Feeling like I'm going to be ripped in half, right on the edge of screaming in pain when it suddenly pops past and suddenly you are filled like no other.
Maybe I like the pain.
Maybe it's a dominance thing.
Or maybe I just get off with how kinky it is.
So my question to Blogland:
How do you like your peanut butter?
My girls love crunchy but I've allways felt that I'm getting jipped when I buy it. Allways end up using half a jar just to make one sandwich. You don't even get peanut butter, you get peanuts! This is why I feel that creamy is the way to go. Value and quantity.
What say all you?
Cheers!
Kat
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Can men read?
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Posted:Dec 2, 2007 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2008 12:49 am
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So here I am again, after my profile vanished into thin air with Find a Cougar having no clue where it went (On one hand they say I don't exist, the other hand they say I do) so I redid my profile.
Now I'm going through all of these emails that guys are sending me and thinking what the fuck? Now both my Dad and my Brother ride motorcycles. They love them. My dad owns 3 cruisers, a Harley, a Triumph, and a Honda. My brother has 4, all sportsbikes and two of them he races. A drag bike and a track bike. Both of them have been in the hospital because of such, my brother twice! Hence I DON'T LIKE THEM! It says this in my profile. I clearly state this. So why do I open my email and suddenly see 10 emails to me asking me if I like motorcycles?
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