widjit
Gift PremiumI'm a tall affectionate man for whom friendshipis everything, all else comes later. I'm no Adonis, but I think have a nice personality,even if I tend to be a bit on the serious side. I have a dry and unusual sense of humour. I enjoy food,and like to cook for my friends. I like women.
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Friday, November 4, 2005, 5:29:19 AM- Been away for a while, and come back to no 'loveliquidwraparound' :( | ||
I've not visited here for a while,and tonight I just thought I'd have a look in and see what 'loveliquidwraparound' had posted in the intervening period. Alas, she's gone! Maybe all the flak she was undeservedly getting finally upset her so much that she pulled her memebership. A great loss to all those of us who really appreciated her angle on life, not to mention her beautiful photographs, not always of herself, (and maybe a little coy about revealing her face) but also her nature photographs - were they pictures of the north west coast of the USA? To those who could not just leave her alone to do her own thing without being critical of what it was she was doing I can only say 'shame on you'. Maybe you should take more care of your own business rather than minding the business of others. Life is not all bad though: I see that the delectable Jessica R has posted a few more pictures, (keep us wanting more - boy that woman loves the attention!). Still as gorgeous as ever. I thought I saw her in central Cardiff earlier on in the year, but surely, this cannot be so? Whatever, the woman I saw was as lovely as Jessica, tall and slim,and redheaded -though clothed of course - the traffic in Cardiff is bad enough without further congestion caused by accidents as drivers are distracted by such a lovely sight. Well, maybe it'll be a few more months before I check in again to catch up on the beautiful Jessica, and who knows, maybe loveliquidwraparound will have made a welcome return. One can live in hope. | ||
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Tuesday, July 26, 2005, 12:42:14 PM- Off to the Eisteddfod... | ||
My last day before I'm off to the Eisteddfod (Ice-steth - vod) which is the annual Welsh language culture festival that's held in a different place every year -in tents! It can almost be guaranteed to rain heavily,and the forecast at the moment backs this up - I hope it's wrong! However, I've packed my wellington boots,just in case... I'm going as part of my work, as the appeal of harps,poetry and repetetive competion is rather lost on me. Fortunately there's a more contemporary side to the event,so I'm hoping to see as many of my favourite Welsh bands play at the many gigs - and increase my CD collection into the bargain. Still, watching the Bards (people who've distinguished themselves in one way or another in Welsh public life,or in the arts get the dubious privelige of being allowed to dress up in robes and flowing headgear - colour-coded according to rank within the movement - white,blue or green, with matching wellington boots - very fetching!) can be fun. Especially the Gorsedd ceremony, where they all gather,and there are children dressed up as wood-nymphs who dance around in a stone circle - well it was stone,but now economic circumstances have now dictated that they use 'stones'made from glass-fibre,which means they can be re-used, year after year. This makes the whole thing even more absurd than it already was - as it is it's the invention of a late 18th Century Millenarian who spent most of his time off his head on opiates! However, I'm not totally convinced that he was really being that serious,sadly, those partaking today are far too serious about the whole thing. Whatever,it'll give me a chance to get away from the city,and see a few friends that I haven't seen since last year's Eisteddfod. | ||
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Saturday, July 23, 2005, 12:05:17 PM- Web world | ||
The ten or so years since the internet became widely available has transformed people's lives. We can 'meet' with people who we would otherwise be very unlikely to meet, and communicate instantly across thousands of miles with our online friends. For me, it's been a way of discovering about different cultures, and given me insights into the way world events are perceived. Even within the English speaking world community there is a wide variance in culture and attitiudes; we truly are 'divided by a common language'. This could be perilous for the many languages of the world that are under threat of extinction, and that's 95% of the languages spoken today. English,whilst a wonderful medium for world-wide communication, must not become the only medium. Humans perceive the world through language,and different languages allow us to perceive it in slightly different ways. I live in a part of the world where there is a minority language under threat. Though I have learnt it,and it is my second language, I am fortunate enough to be able to work through it, which has given it for me at least, an economic value. The language in question is one of the oldest modern European languages, at about twice the age of English or German. It has some official status, and is theoretically of 'equal status' with English,but pactically there's a long way to go before it achieves this in reality. It's a compulsory subject til age sixteen in schools,but remains probably the one most unpopular subject! It's perceived as 'old fashioned', a perception that hasn't changed much sinced I suffered classes in it all those years ago whilst in school. This is a tragedy, but there is very little within the language that would appeal to that crucuial age group, the teenager. There have been attempts, and they have been fairly successful in their own way, however, due to the nature of 'boy bands' commercial creations as they are,this kind of culture has a shelf life,and sadly, the momentum has not been maintained. Some may be hesitant to describe boy bands as 'culture', but in the context of teen culture,boy bands or their equivalent,are crucial if a language culture is to remain appealing to fickle adolescents. This age is an important period in the development of an individual, lose them now,and it's likely that they've been lost for good. Early One Summer Morning. It was in the early morning that I saw her, tripping through the dew in the pasture. Smiling at me, teasing and enticing, I followed. Slim and pretty, the shape of her body showed through the thin fabric of her dress in the early morning sun’s rays. I could see that she wore little underneath. Every now and then, she would stop, turn and face me, not quite allowing me to catch her before running on ahead, giggling as she did so. Her exact age I could not tell, eighteen or nineteen, maybe even twenty – but not much older. Was she just teasing me? Or was there more? I continued to follow her, beginning to laugh myself, more at the absurdity of the situation than because she was laughing: me the middle-aged man, and her seemingly brand new. I arrived at the clearing. There was no sign of her, then I heard a little laugh: one that just escaped, revealing her hiding place to me. I could see where she was now, and she, hoping that I had not, remained where she was. Silently, I crept towards her, trying hard to supress my mirth. Approaching from behind her hiding place, I surprised her. Shreiking with surprise,then giggling uncontrollably as I caught hold of her, tickling her until she begged me to stop so that she could catch her breath. We sat silently, her chest moving up and down as she caught her breath. I noticed her nipples, hard under her thin white dress, enticing. But I didn’t move. Instead I rolled a cigarette and smoked it. Still we sat in silence, she looking over at me smiling cheekily, and me smiling at her whilst looking deeply into her eyes, wondering what thoughts were passing through her mind at this very moment. We sat in silence a while longer, taking in the morning and listening to the birdsong. “C’mon then” she cried, rising to her feet, “Let’s swim in the lake”. And with a cheeky smile, off she rushed, whooping and giggling all the way. I took my time, ambling with my thoughts in the same direction. What was her interest in me? The attention was nice, but I was sure it was just a tease. I arrived at the lake shore where lay her summer dress. She meanwhile, was nowhere to be seen. Another giggle emerged from over by some reeds, “Come on in, the water really is lovely!” I doubted the veracity of her words, the goose pimples on her upper chest and the top of her small but pretty breasts belied them. Besides, I did not wish to expose my unshapely form in the prescence of her beauty. She pouted in mock disappointment, looking at me from below lowered eye lashes. There was a determined look in them as she started to wade towards me, exposing more and more of her lovely form as she emerged from the water. For the first time I noticed how small and nymph like she was. Her short hair accentuated her elfin qualities, her small nose, and her almost pointed ears. “Are you one of the little people?” I asked. She smiled a little smile, and raised her eyebrows a little as if to say, “Who can tell – maybe I am?” Catching hold of my hand, she started to pull me towards the water’s edge. I resisted, sure in the knowledge that I had more than enough strength to prevent her from pulling me into the lake. “Come on, you must come for a swim with me” she exclaimed. “How can I?” I replied, “I have nothing to wear”. At this she smiled at me somewhat suggestively. “Come on now, there’s no need to be embarassed” she said. “I’m not wearing anything” she added needlessly. With that, she started to pull my shirt tails out of my trousers, pulling at it and popping the buttons. Starting to undo the belt of my jeans, I pushed her hands away. I was exited by her presence there naked and natural. Whether she was aware of this or not, I do not know. But I decided that going for a swim was innocent enough a pleasure,even if I did have to overcome my embarrasment at exposing my less than perfect body to her gaze. “I promise, I won’t laugh at your willy” she said with a giggle. Somewhat embarrased at this comment, I cast her a doubtful look, and she giggled some more. Now naked, she took my hand and led me into the ice cold water. Once I was waist deep, she started to splash me, again giggling in that delightful way of hers. “Hey!” I shouted, and started to splash her in return. With shreiks and giggles of delight, she fled from me, enticing me to chase. As she swam away from me, she turned, now on her front, and now on her back, looking back towards me. I gave chase, now warming to her game. She dived, and emerged behind be, giving me a cheerful shout, “I bet you can’t catch me!” With that diving again. I swam around, trying to determine where she was, before feeling something touch me under water, brushing along my body. I felt my ankle being grasped, and a force trying to pull me down. I kicked my self off, and swam out further from the shore. Treading the water, I looked around for my new companion, who soon bobbed up beside me, grinning. “This is fun” she said. I again gave her a somewhat doubtful look, more in fun than in seriousness. She giggled again, swam to me and put her arms around me, kissing me tenderly on the cheek. I felt her firm breasts press against me, her hard nipples rubbing against mine. I shook a little with exitement. “You’re really cute” she said. I blushed a little with embarassment at her sweet statement, and also the realisation that I was becoming just a little hard. She looked me in the eye, smiling and giggling knowingly, even more amused at my evident embarrasment. Pushing herself off from me, she started for the shore, and I followed.. Leaving the water, she again laughed at my embarrasment as I tried to hide my tumescence as I emerged. We dressed in silence. I enjoyed the sight of her thin dress, now translucent as it clung to her wet body. Almost shy now, she stood on tippy-toes and kissed me again on the cheek, whispering “Thank-you” in my ear. She walked a few steps, and turning towards me, saying as she blushed with a little cheeky smile, “By the way, I think you might like to know, I think you’ve got a lovely willy!”. And with that, she was gone. | ||
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Saturday, July 23, 2005, 11:43:16 AM- My first entry | ||
I left some 'incriminating' evidence, (my real name) in this, so I'm reposting it now. I'll have to be more careful from now on... I'm new to this,so I won't write too much today. I'm tired, having risen at 5.30 am to help a friend with a stall at a local car boot sale. The weather was very kind, and part of the ongoing 'heatwave' that we're enjoying here in Wales. We didn't sell much, but it was something different to do. I'ts now 2.18 am, and I'm very much ready for my bed. I've been involved in a little correspondence with someone on this site, and it's proving to be an interesting experience. As a result, I've decided to post a few of my short stories here: they will appear sporadically over time. Machlud yr Haul. A Short Story They hold hands as they sit on the promontory above the bay and watch the sun go down over Llyn. Their heads touch, her long brown curls lightly brushing on his neck and shoulders. They turn slightly and kiss gently that way that lovers do to affirm their love to one another. Unclasping his hand from hers, he gently strokes her back, starting at the shoulders, and brushing each segment of her spine until he reached the hollow of her back, sliding his fingertips all the way back up and then accross the back of her shoulders, pausing for a moment at the nape of her neck. With his fingertips, he strokes the hairs of her neck with a feather’s touch. She shivers in exitement and anticipation. They kiss again, this time with more intensity. He strokes her chin, and up behind her ear. He gazes into her half-closed eyes. Her nipples, tumescent under her T shirt, intensifies his desire. With the tip of a finger he strokes the outside curve of her breast, working his way up to the nipple. They are hard, her breasts firm. Her breathing deepens, her breasts move up and down all the while gazing into each others eyes. She raises her arms to his shoulders, grasping him aroun ith every breath. He stands, gently pulling her up by the hand, all the while gazing d the neck. Pulling his head close to hers, and with noses brushing slightly, they hold their gaze. They kiss, once, twice, three times. She licks her lips. Their breathing now light and rapid raises the tension between them. Starting at her shoulders, he gently strokes the top of her arms. Moving his hands down her body towards her hips, he pauses just momentarily at her breasts. His thumbs brushing her by now fully erect nipples. She takes a sharp intake of breath. He moves his hands down to her waist, and strokes the bare flesh of her midriff, circling the bony curves at the top of her pelvis. Sliding his hands under her shirt, lifting it as he moves up her body, he pulls it over her head. Her hair flies in in all directions as the shirt is removed, and falls over her face, tousled ends brushing over her breasts. They kiss again. She lifts his shirt, massaging his smooth chest. Circling over the area of his nipples, she rubs them with her thumbs before gently kissing them, licking them, and then blowing gently. The slight chilling effect of this starts to arouse him. Their mouths meet again, and pausing, she pulls his shirt over his head. They embrace, bare flesh against bare flesh,the warmth of her breasts against his chest. He strokes her back down the centre of her spine, and moving himself round, begins kissing her along her shoulders. He licks along the nape of her neck and up behind her ears, gently nibbling her ear lobes. They gently kiss again, their tongues touching, tasting each other. He strokes the back of her neck from her nape to her hairline. Her nostrils flare, and her cheeks ,her neck and the top of her chest flush. He kisses her firm white breasts, licking around the erect nipples. She lets out a low moan that ends in a whine. Her hand moves around his waist, and slides down over his buttocks, stroking his thigh, her free hand grasps his by now increasing bulge. She gently squeezes. He emits a grunt of satisfaction. They kiss again.,the fingertips of both their hands resting on each others hips. She kisses his chest. Licking around his belly-button, she undoes his belt. Kissing, she moves lower, undoing his fly. She pauses. Pulling down his trousers, she releases his manhood, now semi-erect. She kneels, kissing him down his thigh, behind his knee, and down his calf. She takes his trousers off, gently kissing each ankle as she does so. Raising herself, she takes hold of his now slightly flaccid whip and licks around his glans, she pauses slightly at the cleavage and she flicks it in and out with the tip of her tongue,. Gently grasping the base, she licks him along his length, pausing again at the cleavage of his glans. Her free hand gently rolling the stones in his sac. She stands, and they kiss yet again. They embrace, still kissing, their tongues entwined. She raises her leg, wrapping it around his thigh. His hand grasps her buttock, squeezing it firmly,and stroking in a circling motion. He strokes her thigh, and with his free hand grasps her other buttock, lifting her. She wraps her other thigh around him. He cradles her behind. She feels him hard against her. They breath heavily. Grasping him behind his neck, she leans back. He undoes the belt and slowly unzips her jeans. Slippng a hand inside the waist, he feels for the top of her panties, and slides his hands further down against the bare flesh of her bum. She purrs contentedly. Releasing her legs from around him, she stands. He kneels and kisses her on her bare hip, and down along her thigh. Moving round to her cheek, he gives it a large kiss, pinching it gently as he does so. He pulls down her jeans and her panties as he kisses her down along the back of her leg, pausing to kiss behind her knee. She cries out with sudden pleasure. Taking her feet out of her jeans, he kisses each one, stroking her ankle as he does so. Pulling her gently down to him, they kiss again. She lies down. He starts to massage her foot, gently rubbing each toe in turn, he kisses her behind the ankle, she gasps. Moving up her leg, he strokes first the outside, and then inside. Reaching her inner thigh, he pauses, and looks at her face. It is a picture of calm tranquility, a lull before a storm. He parts her legs, and starting at the knee,moves up her inner thigh, gently kissing and licking all the way. Just below her mound of Venus he pauses, and kisses her down the inside of her other thigh, pausing again at the knee. Placing his hand gently under her knee, he lifts it into a bent position. He moves his head up between her thighs, kissing as he goes. He strokes the v of her lower abdomen between her legs, first one side, then the other. She lets out a moan of satisfaction. With a moistened finger, he parts the lips of her red sleeve of love. A sigh emits from deep within her. Stroking inside,he moves his finger upwards, pressing her button gently against her pelvic bone. She shudders, exhaling an exited whimper. He kisses her on her stomach, and moving upwards towards her face, licks her up the centre line of her body, pausing to kiss her breasts before once again kissing her passionately on the mouth. They embrace, kissing all the while, their hands grasping and stroking. They roll over, her on top, him underneath. She straddles him, kissing passionately now. She presses down on his shoulders,raising herself to a prone position, and sits up. Massaging his chest down towards his once again hardening cock, which nestles between her legs. Grasping it, she gently pulls from the base upwards, drawing out yet more hardness, the tip of his glans now glossy, red and smooth. Raising herself slightly, she guides him into her exquisitely moist nest,gripping him as she slides down over him. He sighs as she takes him in, all the way in,gripping the base of his pole. She grips, then releases and grips again. They gaze into each other’s eyes, and holding the gaze, she rocks back and fore. She starts to gyrate, slowly at first,then faster, faster and faster. The silence is only broken by their heavy breath. And as the sun disappears behind Yr Eifl, they explode. Note. The setting of this short story, though it could be anywhere, is Wales. The title, Machlud yr Haul literally means ‘sunset’, and the two places referred to, Llyn, the arm-like pennisula of North Wales, and Yr Eifl, also known as ‘The Rivals’ in English, a set of three peaks on Llyn. There are two body parts referred to where I have used translations from Welsh, carreg, literally ‘stone’ and llewys coch, ‘red sleeve’, which I think is one of the nicest sounding terms for that part of a woman’s body that I have ever come accross. | ||
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Saturday, July 23, 2005, 11:41:00 AM- What a world | ||
Tony Blair, (Britain's Prime Minister) recently claimed that the bomb attacks in London were in no way linked to events in Iraq. Most of the people in the British Isles don't believe him. It's not the first time that people here feel that they've been deceived by a man seemingly obsessed with deceiving the public. Many of us feel that he was far too willing to go to war alongside George W. I personally feel that many more questions should have been asked, and that the people of Britain allowed to take part in a Referendum over whether or not Britain should assist Corporate USA Inc in the furtherance of its commercial interests. It's tragic that people should lose their lives because of the misdeeds of out political leaders, it's also a tragedy that young Muslim men should feel so alienated that they start to listen and act according to the agendas of evil men whose interests are not those of Islam, but of power. Questions must be asked as to how these evil men first came to prominence, from where did they attain their capabiliites? Increasingly we are told that the CIA made these monsters through training and funding them in the US's proxy war in Afghanistan against the USSR, but the problem goes much deeper than this, Britain did much the same in Imperial times in Afghanistan against Tsarist Russia - and elsewhere on the globe. Much has been made about global poverty and injustice, (creating desperation and a greater willingness to take part in terrorist activities). Wealth has to be shared out, and probably the best way of achieving this is to allow fair trading conditions to flourish worldwide. This wouldn't be a complete solution, but it would be a start. We who live in the more affluent regions of the world need to examine the source of our wealth, and even more so, how we use that wealth to exploit the poorer regions. There is a direct causal effect between cheap chocolate and the virtual enslavement of children in the cocoa producing regions of Africa. Ditto with coffee and tea production around the world. Coca-Cola, a world icon, is allegedly responsible for water shortages in India, and Nestle for changing the nature of spa water in Brasil,and for years the same company was associated with practices designed to persuade mothers to use their products in place of their own natural milk in Africa, where scarce money was needed to buy the product, and no clean pure water easily available to then make the product up. Drug companies use restrictive practices, denying the poor of the world of the same standards of health we enjoy in the West. The news isn't all bad though. Cuba, though still under the opressive regime of Fidel Castro, has wrking health system,despite the decades long US blockade that prevents other nations trading with Cuba - and yet Cuba has a lower infant mortality rate than Washington DC! Things can be changed for the better, and it won't happen overnight, but if we all start to think about the way in which we live our everyday lives, and choose to think about the way we consume, as well as how much we consume,the big changes that are neccesary will happen. We, the people of the world have to do this, politicians are too slow, and political systems too corrupt to ensure any real change. We only have to look at the response of the ordianry people of the world to the crisis following the Asian Tsunami last December - governments were either eclipsed or made to look inefficient by the efforts and generosity of ordianry people. | ||
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