check this out. solar ink. a breakthrough in green technology.
http://www.findportablesolarpower.com/solarenergy/solarink.html
What is Solar Ink?
Good question. Do you write with it?
No - but you probably could if you wanted to. The breakthrough is that it is actually printable.
Okay, not to confuse you any further. Solar Ink is a new method of dissolving tiny particles of silicon (nano particles, which are only a few atoms thick), into a solution which allows one to "print" solar panels (in extremely thin layers), onto all sorts of materials. It can be printed out by the acre, and is a fast process which would allow a vast quantity of solar paneling to be produced, at only a fraction of the current cost.
A solution such as the one above is exactly what we need in order to rapidly and inexpensively mass-produce solar panels.
The future for solar energy can be very bright - it's just a matter of what we do with it.
Thin Film Solar Panels
Solar ink is used to make thin film solar panels. These are flexible solar panels which can be rolled up and easily transported. They are a common solution as portable solar power for hiking and camping trips, since they are lightweight and can be easily rolled up and attached to the top of a backpack, or transported by hand.
To see several examples of solar ink in action, visit Thin Film Solar Panels.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
proof of alien life - tiahuanacu and puma punku
Amazing proof of technology that has yet to be equaled in modern times was being used in 15000 BC! In bolivia
http://www.world-mysteries.com/mpl_6.htm
http://www.world-mysteries.com/mpl_6.htm
interesting proof of alien life - antikythera
a crazy working clock mechanism from 200 BC!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antikythera_mechanism
The Antikythera mechanism (pronounced /ˌæntɪkɪˈθɪərə/ AN-ti-ki-THEER-ə), is an ancient mechanical calculator (also described as the first known mechanical computer)[1][2] designed to calculate astronomical positions. It was recovered in 1900–01 from the Antikythera wreck,[3] but its complexity and significance were not understood until decades later. It is now thought to have been built about 150–100 BC. Technological artifacts of similar complexity did not reappear until the 14th century, when mechanical astronomical clocks appeared in Europe.[4]
Jacques-Yves Cousteau visited the wreck for the last time in 1978,[5] but found no more remains of the Antikythera Mechanism. Professor Michael Edmunds of Cardiff University who led the most recent study of the mechanism said: "This device is just extraordinary, the only thing of its kind. The design is beautiful, the astronomy is exactly right. The way the mechanics are designed just makes your jaw drop. Whoever has done this has done it extremely carefully...in terms of historic and scarcity value, I have to regard this mechanism as being more valuable than the Mona Lisa."[6][7]
The device is displayed in the Bronze Collection of the National Archaeological Museum of Athens, accompanied by a reconstruction made and offered to the museum by Derek de Solla Price. Other reconstructions are on display at the American Computer Museum in Bozeman, Montana and the Children's Museum of Manhattan in New York and in Kassel, Germany.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antikythera_mechanism
The Antikythera mechanism (pronounced /ˌæntɪkɪˈθɪərə/ AN-ti-ki-THEER-ə), is an ancient mechanical calculator (also described as the first known mechanical computer)[1][2] designed to calculate astronomical positions. It was recovered in 1900–01 from the Antikythera wreck,[3] but its complexity and significance were not understood until decades later. It is now thought to have been built about 150–100 BC. Technological artifacts of similar complexity did not reappear until the 14th century, when mechanical astronomical clocks appeared in Europe.[4]
Jacques-Yves Cousteau visited the wreck for the last time in 1978,[5] but found no more remains of the Antikythera Mechanism. Professor Michael Edmunds of Cardiff University who led the most recent study of the mechanism said: "This device is just extraordinary, the only thing of its kind. The design is beautiful, the astronomy is exactly right. The way the mechanics are designed just makes your jaw drop. Whoever has done this has done it extremely carefully...in terms of historic and scarcity value, I have to regard this mechanism as being more valuable than the Mona Lisa."[6][7]
The device is displayed in the Bronze Collection of the National Archaeological Museum of Athens, accompanied by a reconstruction made and offered to the museum by Derek de Solla Price. Other reconstructions are on display at the American Computer Museum in Bozeman, Montana and the Children's Museum of Manhattan in New York and in Kassel, Germany.
on little children
so i don't want kids. maybe this will change but as of now i just cant understand it. it just seems like such a fruitless endeavor. bust my ass all my goddamn life to buy a nice house with a picket fence and a little fuckin dog. Use all my beer money to buy diapers and baby food cause you gotta feed these things, i guess.
And what thanks would i get? "Gee, thanks dad for buying this overpriced absorbant plastic that i wrap around myself so i can take a shit whenever i want." Wouldn't happen. Damn it. I want to take a shit whenever i want.
The reward ultimately is perhaps a smaller version of myself. Well, I'm not even especially fond of myself so another, whinier, helpless, more annoying version is not what this world needs. thank me now, because i just saved you a pain in the ass.
And what thanks would i get? "Gee, thanks dad for buying this overpriced absorbant plastic that i wrap around myself so i can take a shit whenever i want." Wouldn't happen. Damn it. I want to take a shit whenever i want.
The reward ultimately is perhaps a smaller version of myself. Well, I'm not even especially fond of myself so another, whinier, helpless, more annoying version is not what this world needs. thank me now, because i just saved you a pain in the ass.
i was thinking about getting a shopping cart
I was thinking about getting a shopping cart and bringing it with me wherever i go. I coupld out alot of my belongings in it, perhaps some clothes, and pictures of my relatives, so i could have them if necessary. It would be great because i could just hop into the cart and take a nap. Or if i found a nice bench i would have all the clothes and newspapers i would need to make myself quite comfortable, even some cardboard if it started to rain a little. I wouldn't even need a house. I only use it to keep my shit in, anyway.
the danger of the ducks
Ducks. When we think of ducks, we think of funny little birds with large bills. Right? Well, I’m here to say that they are a bit more than they seem. Actually, a lot more. The events I am going to relate here will be very hard to swallow. Just follow along and don’t stop ‘til the end.
It was abut 3 a.m. The buses had stopped. I was walking by the campus pond and had decided to go down and watch the ducks. I sat on a stone bench under a large tree and watched the ducks for several minutes. All of the little feathered things were flapping around and quacking their little quacks. Just normal harmless duck things. That is when it happened.
They came in from the sky in their large, silver disc like craft. The lights on it were flashing and there was peculiar hum that was barely detectable emanating from it. It came to a halt on the far side if the pond, right up to the edge of the water.
I saw them when they emerged.. From my vantage point from my bench under the trees, I was hidden and had a view of them. They were beings that were there but not there. They were ghostly beings, formless and colorless.
I wasn’t the only one that had noticed this large craft. The ducks were quacking and flapping their wings as the entire flock moved towards the craft and the forms. I heard clicking sounds from the beings that I guessed was their way of communicating. The flock finally settled in front of the aliens. I was surprised when one duck swam forward to the front of the flock and said to the beings in plain English,
“It’s about time you guys showed up! This long, stuck on this planet, in this get up of feathers and wings was starting to get to me. You left us here for 500 years. I thought the plan for an invasion was going to be put in effect 200 years ago. It’s about time. That ‘s why you guys are here, right?”.
The beings emitted more clicking sounds, which the ducks seemed to be listening to intently. Then the flock emitted a great amount of flapping and what sounded like laughing. It was obvious that the two groups were communicating. One of the beings went back into the craft and then emerged aging with what looked like a toy laser gun. The being aimed this at every duck one by one. When they were hit with this laser, the ducks instantly changed into one of the formless ghostly beings. They all were aliens.
I could not believe my eyes. This was just too much for me. I ran as swiftly and as quietly as I could from under the tree. I was not quiet enough. The entire group had their eyes on me. I kept running. They didn’t come after me.
The next day I was walking to the police station to report what I saw when a duck appeared in front of me. It looked me right in the eyes and in English again, said “We saw you last night. You will not tell anyone of our plans. I don not know how we did not detect you sooner. You are the one that could bring about our downfall. You will not live.” \
All around me ducks dive bombed me. I ran as fast as my feet could take me, dodging the ducks. That morning, I was pecked within an inch of my life.
Since them I have been on a crusade against the ducks. I tried to recruit many with no luck. I have fought ducks many times. I have tried to determine their plans, when they will make their move. I have not learned a thing. We must join together with me because it is the only hope against them. They will attack soon. We have no time to waste. Does anyone hear me? That is why you need to let me out of here. I am not crazy!!! You have to do something. Let me out. I am not crazy.”
Shut up! Inmate #47 you are giving me a headache. You’ve been yelling all day and I’ll send you to detention if you keep it up. Wait a minute, what is that quacking sound? Woah, the ducks, they’re everywhere!!! Help! Help!
It was abut 3 a.m. The buses had stopped. I was walking by the campus pond and had decided to go down and watch the ducks. I sat on a stone bench under a large tree and watched the ducks for several minutes. All of the little feathered things were flapping around and quacking their little quacks. Just normal harmless duck things. That is when it happened.
They came in from the sky in their large, silver disc like craft. The lights on it were flashing and there was peculiar hum that was barely detectable emanating from it. It came to a halt on the far side if the pond, right up to the edge of the water.
I saw them when they emerged.. From my vantage point from my bench under the trees, I was hidden and had a view of them. They were beings that were there but not there. They were ghostly beings, formless and colorless.
I wasn’t the only one that had noticed this large craft. The ducks were quacking and flapping their wings as the entire flock moved towards the craft and the forms. I heard clicking sounds from the beings that I guessed was their way of communicating. The flock finally settled in front of the aliens. I was surprised when one duck swam forward to the front of the flock and said to the beings in plain English,
“It’s about time you guys showed up! This long, stuck on this planet, in this get up of feathers and wings was starting to get to me. You left us here for 500 years. I thought the plan for an invasion was going to be put in effect 200 years ago. It’s about time. That ‘s why you guys are here, right?”.
The beings emitted more clicking sounds, which the ducks seemed to be listening to intently. Then the flock emitted a great amount of flapping and what sounded like laughing. It was obvious that the two groups were communicating. One of the beings went back into the craft and then emerged aging with what looked like a toy laser gun. The being aimed this at every duck one by one. When they were hit with this laser, the ducks instantly changed into one of the formless ghostly beings. They all were aliens.
I could not believe my eyes. This was just too much for me. I ran as swiftly and as quietly as I could from under the tree. I was not quiet enough. The entire group had their eyes on me. I kept running. They didn’t come after me.
The next day I was walking to the police station to report what I saw when a duck appeared in front of me. It looked me right in the eyes and in English again, said “We saw you last night. You will not tell anyone of our plans. I don not know how we did not detect you sooner. You are the one that could bring about our downfall. You will not live.” \
All around me ducks dive bombed me. I ran as fast as my feet could take me, dodging the ducks. That morning, I was pecked within an inch of my life.
Since them I have been on a crusade against the ducks. I tried to recruit many with no luck. I have fought ducks many times. I have tried to determine their plans, when they will make their move. I have not learned a thing. We must join together with me because it is the only hope against them. They will attack soon. We have no time to waste. Does anyone hear me? That is why you need to let me out of here. I am not crazy!!! You have to do something. Let me out. I am not crazy.”
Shut up! Inmate #47 you are giving me a headache. You’ve been yelling all day and I’ll send you to detention if you keep it up. Wait a minute, what is that quacking sound? Woah, the ducks, they’re everywhere!!! Help! Help!
Poetry
Peak is high
The snow covers the mountains
It is soft and untouched
The winds float lightly
Warmth on the front
Start, sun line
Mother makes a tired child supper
Descending
Penetrating all
Rivers roam side by side
City lights keep flow
Businesses become bankrupt
Men leave their jobs and find a new one somewhere else
Country farms worship passing
Mills churn
Nature imparts wares
Prerequisite for sediments
Oomph absconds
Faceless ride and enjoy
Depart for there is link
Formidably isolated
Isolating rapport
Nostalgic masses drink of the sweet nectar
No one stirs when everyone is gone
The rivers flow
The tree rests and blisters
The roots run far under
Reflective liquid surges
Back onto itself
Flames touch all and die
New countries arise out of ash
A war begins and all is consumed
One promotion with a superb surge
Provoked to the heavens
Divinity flies and alights upon partial regards
Manipulative yield by no means
Lonely river burns in deficient liberation
Densely ceaseless compulsion
Opaque monotony on an elderly generation
Mumbling man walking down the road
Fumes spit from the smokestacks
Seamstress drops a needle in the barn
She leaves and does not sew
An old dog lies on the floor
It sleeps and dreams of a march hare
A young boy draws a cartoon
As if he had been doing it all his life
The snow covers the mountains
It is soft and untouched
The winds float lightly
Warmth on the front
Start, sun line
Mother makes a tired child supper
Descending
Penetrating all
Rivers roam side by side
City lights keep flow
Businesses become bankrupt
Men leave their jobs and find a new one somewhere else
Country farms worship passing
Mills churn
Nature imparts wares
Prerequisite for sediments
Oomph absconds
Faceless ride and enjoy
Depart for there is link
Formidably isolated
Isolating rapport
Nostalgic masses drink of the sweet nectar
No one stirs when everyone is gone
The rivers flow
The tree rests and blisters
The roots run far under
Reflective liquid surges
Back onto itself
Flames touch all and die
New countries arise out of ash
A war begins and all is consumed
One promotion with a superb surge
Provoked to the heavens
Divinity flies and alights upon partial regards
Manipulative yield by no means
Lonely river burns in deficient liberation
Densely ceaseless compulsion
Opaque monotony on an elderly generation
Mumbling man walking down the road
Fumes spit from the smokestacks
Seamstress drops a needle in the barn
She leaves and does not sew
An old dog lies on the floor
It sleeps and dreams of a march hare
A young boy draws a cartoon
As if he had been doing it all his life
horror story
The dunes were quiet and cold as John Fitzer walked upon them. The wind whistled by, sending individual grains of sand spiraling along in an endless churn. John breathed heavily as he worked his way up a particularly steep, windy sand trail, sweat forming on his brow, then catching the breeze and dispersing into the atmosphere. He had been walking for the better part of an hour. He was surrounded now by an endless expanse of sand. The path he was traveling had been well tread and he was thankful for this because it would be hard to keep his bearings without it.
Clouds were forming and the sky seemed to grow darker in a very short period of time. John puzzled over this for a moment but continued on his way, confident that he would be reaching his destination soon, that being the rural strip of highway that ran the length of the dune and the suburban landscape that was on the other side.
John kept a steady pace. Each step he took, however, caused him noticeable fatigue. His legs were growing tired and there was a very distinct ache in his thigh muscles that made him stiffen with every step. The highway should be coming soon. Even at the top of this hill it might come into view. This thought gave John a little extra motivation and he quickened his pace, ignoring the increasing pain in his thighs.
He noticed now that the path that he was on had become clear of footprints. As far as he could see the sand was unbroken, with only the natural, windblown curves that differentiated each dune from every other. This was strange to John. The path did not split and as far as he was aware, this was the only direct way across this expanse of sand. Why would it not be riddled with steps after it had been up to this point?
He raced forward but each step seemed harder and harder to take. His feet seemed to become very heavy. It was as if they were being dragged down by some source from below the surface. John was having trouble taking steps now. He was fighting but was unable to clear his feet from the sand. He was only able to drag them, now grasping his legs and pulling forcibly, perhaps creating a humorous image to anyone who could have seen him, pulling at his legs and only shuffling along inch by inch. The severity of the situation was that his movement was being obstructed, he seemed almost to be attached to the sand in an irresistible and unbreakable bond.
John was unable to move at all now. He struggled and shook and screamed in terror. He dropped to his knees, feeling the dragging weight over his whole body, forcing him against his will down towards the soft, sandy floor. He was sucked down, sprawled out completely. He dug his hands deep into the sand, searching hopelessly for some sandy purchase. He cried now and yelled for help but there was no one to come to his aid. The force seemed to be increasing and now the sandy surface below him seemed to decrease in solidity. He began to sink, the crushing, dragging weight pulling him down. John raked his fingers along the sand as he sunk. Sand forced its way into his mouth and nose as he was pulled under. He was having trouble breathing now, gasping for air with only sand finding its way down his throat.
He screamed in pain. What felt like sharp nails were ripping at his legs, penetrating deeply into his calves. He felt the warmth of his own blood pour down his legs. Then came the sickening sensation of his legs being pulled apart, his bones crushing as a terrible force pulled and tore, separating the bones and sinews at the knee. John tried to scream but no more breath would come and none would leave through the sand clogging his nose and mouth. He felt himself grow faint and his eyes closed while the terrible scraping continued and he disappeared below the surface of the sand.
John came around and immediately noticed the pain in his legs. He groped them only to find wet stumps with sharp pieces of bone sticking out. He choked on sand and finally uttered screams and then more of them. The place was dark and cold. John stared desperately around in the pitch, trying to get his bearings, trying to ignore the pain in his legs and think rationally. As his eyes adjusted, it seemed to John that he was in a tunnel. The walls were solid, the sand having been bonded together. They were strong and did not give under Johns force.
It felt the vibration of movement through the walls of its sand home. It liked its prey alive and struggling and now was the time. It raced down the tunnel, spit dripping down its large serrated teeth. The taste of man’s blood when it licked its claws fueled its hunger.
John heard scraping. He saw something in the dark coming towards him now but he was unable to discern what it was. Only the yellow of its eyes could be seen, piercingly bright and approaching rapidly. He felt a terrible weight and a blinding pain as whatever it was attacked, pinning him down and sinking its razor sharp claws deep into his stomach. John screamed as a mouth opened wide and closed around his face.
Above the surface, Jerry and Alison Deveuve were sweating as they made their way up a steep, sandy path, and looked at each other in wonder as the footsteps they had been following disappeared. Below, the tunnel walls vibrated. It licked its lips. Blood dripped down its mouth but its hunger was never satisfied. It was time to feed again.
Clouds were forming and the sky seemed to grow darker in a very short period of time. John puzzled over this for a moment but continued on his way, confident that he would be reaching his destination soon, that being the rural strip of highway that ran the length of the dune and the suburban landscape that was on the other side.
John kept a steady pace. Each step he took, however, caused him noticeable fatigue. His legs were growing tired and there was a very distinct ache in his thigh muscles that made him stiffen with every step. The highway should be coming soon. Even at the top of this hill it might come into view. This thought gave John a little extra motivation and he quickened his pace, ignoring the increasing pain in his thighs.
He noticed now that the path that he was on had become clear of footprints. As far as he could see the sand was unbroken, with only the natural, windblown curves that differentiated each dune from every other. This was strange to John. The path did not split and as far as he was aware, this was the only direct way across this expanse of sand. Why would it not be riddled with steps after it had been up to this point?
He raced forward but each step seemed harder and harder to take. His feet seemed to become very heavy. It was as if they were being dragged down by some source from below the surface. John was having trouble taking steps now. He was fighting but was unable to clear his feet from the sand. He was only able to drag them, now grasping his legs and pulling forcibly, perhaps creating a humorous image to anyone who could have seen him, pulling at his legs and only shuffling along inch by inch. The severity of the situation was that his movement was being obstructed, he seemed almost to be attached to the sand in an irresistible and unbreakable bond.
John was unable to move at all now. He struggled and shook and screamed in terror. He dropped to his knees, feeling the dragging weight over his whole body, forcing him against his will down towards the soft, sandy floor. He was sucked down, sprawled out completely. He dug his hands deep into the sand, searching hopelessly for some sandy purchase. He cried now and yelled for help but there was no one to come to his aid. The force seemed to be increasing and now the sandy surface below him seemed to decrease in solidity. He began to sink, the crushing, dragging weight pulling him down. John raked his fingers along the sand as he sunk. Sand forced its way into his mouth and nose as he was pulled under. He was having trouble breathing now, gasping for air with only sand finding its way down his throat.
He screamed in pain. What felt like sharp nails were ripping at his legs, penetrating deeply into his calves. He felt the warmth of his own blood pour down his legs. Then came the sickening sensation of his legs being pulled apart, his bones crushing as a terrible force pulled and tore, separating the bones and sinews at the knee. John tried to scream but no more breath would come and none would leave through the sand clogging his nose and mouth. He felt himself grow faint and his eyes closed while the terrible scraping continued and he disappeared below the surface of the sand.
John came around and immediately noticed the pain in his legs. He groped them only to find wet stumps with sharp pieces of bone sticking out. He choked on sand and finally uttered screams and then more of them. The place was dark and cold. John stared desperately around in the pitch, trying to get his bearings, trying to ignore the pain in his legs and think rationally. As his eyes adjusted, it seemed to John that he was in a tunnel. The walls were solid, the sand having been bonded together. They were strong and did not give under Johns force.
It felt the vibration of movement through the walls of its sand home. It liked its prey alive and struggling and now was the time. It raced down the tunnel, spit dripping down its large serrated teeth. The taste of man’s blood when it licked its claws fueled its hunger.
John heard scraping. He saw something in the dark coming towards him now but he was unable to discern what it was. Only the yellow of its eyes could be seen, piercingly bright and approaching rapidly. He felt a terrible weight and a blinding pain as whatever it was attacked, pinning him down and sinking its razor sharp claws deep into his stomach. John screamed as a mouth opened wide and closed around his face.
Above the surface, Jerry and Alison Deveuve were sweating as they made their way up a steep, sandy path, and looked at each other in wonder as the footsteps they had been following disappeared. Below, the tunnel walls vibrated. It licked its lips. Blood dripped down its mouth but its hunger was never satisfied. It was time to feed again.
Erotic Fiction
What a difference a love makes
As the snow fell, Lillian was someplace warm. She was in John’s room. It was a place that she loved to be. John was nibbling on her neck. Her body tingled as he slid his tongue slowly down. He licked and bit her nipples and she felt a warm, wet rush build between her legs.
She reached down and felt his hard cock underneath his boxer shorts. She unbuttoned his pants and took his swollen member with her hand. She pumped slowly and softly and felt the first beads of his cum drip slowly out. John moaned and ran his fingers down her stomach and into her panties. She shuddered with pleasure as John ran his finger lightly along her wet slit and slid it slowly inside her. He moved down, with one finger sliding in and out slowly, and kissed her inner thigh. John’s tongue was so warm as he ran it in circles on her inner thigh and gradually brought it to her clit. It was hard and sticking up a little bit as he took it in his mouth and sucked on it lightly, giving her a little blow job. She started grinding against him now, pushing herself against his wet mouth and finger that was filling her up. She felt herself starting to melt.
“Do you want me to feel inside you?” purred John. She wanted nothing more.
“Fill me up, baby.” she begged him. She could not stand it. She wanted his big cock inside her. She wanted to be fucked, hard.
John took her panties with his mouth and pulled them down her legs and off slowly. Then he revealed himself. She looked at his hard cock. It was quivering and ready to fill her up.
Lillian loved John’s cock. It was so beautiful. It was so wonderful. Every time she saw it, it made her wet and wild with desire. She grasped it with her hands and pulled him towards her. She gasped as he entered her. She beckoned him, contracting her muscles and holding him tight. John’s hard cock made its way slowly all the way inside her. She squealed as he filled her up to the brim and went as deep as anything possible. She felt the veins on his hard cock rubbing against her wet walls. She felt the head of his penis grow larger inside her.
John increased the pace, sliding in and out of her quickly. The vibrations went up and down her body. His large testicles slapped against her tight ass. She was getting fucked and she loved every minute of it. His hard body slammed against hers and she began to lose control. They moaned together. John desperately brought his lips to hers and she tasted his kiss and sucked on his tongue.
They moved together, as one, irresistibly entwined. Lillian could feel her mans cock swell inside her, getting ready to burst and coat her with its warm juices. She squeezed on him even harder, and she felt her pussy drip and melt around him. It was overwhelming now. She could not take it.
“Fuck me harder. Come inside me now.” She reached around and grabbed John’s tight ass, pulling him towards her as hard as she could. She could not stand it now.
They came together. They clutched at each other desperately, pulled each other, smothered each other. Johns prick exploded inside her, his warmth penetrating her to the core as she shuddered uncontrollably and felt herself melt around him in wave after wave of mind blowing ecstasy.
They were both breathing hard and John collapsed on top of her, leaving his huge pulsing member swimming deep within her dripping pussy.
“I have to go,” Lillian said, as they lay afterwards, smoking a cigarette and basking in the glory of their satisfaction.
“Ok. Will you come over later?” John asked.
“I don’t think so’, Lillian said. “We’re still broken up. I love this but it can not be the way that it was. I do not want a relationship. Maybe someday, when you start to take care of yourself better and can actually take care of someone. I‘d like to see you every now and then but not in any form of a relationship.”
“Lillian, listen. I cant -” John closed his eyes, resigning himself to not saying what he was just about to, and, with a slight hesitation, said “You had better go, then.”
Lillian dressed quickly, gave John a good bye kiss which seemed to her as only half-heartedly returned, and made her way out his front door and on to the street. She began to walk rather vigorously. She was agitated after all of that. She loved him still, after all their problems. His hard member always brought her back. She needed it, craved it. She became wet as she walked just thinking about it. But what should she do? She needed to do something else with her life. As much as she loved John filling her up in a way that no one ever has, she could not stand the thought of living her whole life without knowing if there was one that could fill her up even more. She needed to talk to Craig.
Craig was Lillian’s best friend. They had known each other since they were very young. Her first memory of him was when he threw a water balloon at her from his tree fort, proclaiming
“No girls allowed.”
She was furious and climbed as fast as she could, burst into his tree fort, and made to throttle him for all he was worth.
“Wow”, Craig exclaimed as he nimbly skipped around the fort, easily evading her grasp, “I’ve never seen a girl who could climb that well. You can be allowed.”
Craig’s deep blue eyes and easy smile caught Lillian off guard even then. She was, from that day forward, an honorary boy and they would meet in that tree house nearly every day for the next many years, first to talk about how to get rid of the girls in their neighborhood, then to move onto every topic friends discuss as they grow together.
Nothing had ever happened between them, though Lillian suspected thought about it often and suspected Craig did as well. Late evening discussions had often left them in each others arms, holding each other tightly for reassurance against the big world that they lived in.
The 2 of them were in their late 20’s but still made visits together to sit in the fort and talk whenever one, or the both of them, had something that needed discussion.
It was in the fort that Craig met her that day, a huge smile on his face.
“How are you, girl. It’s been awhile. How’s old what’s-his-name?”
“Oh, Craig. I guess I didn’t tell you. I left him. I just can not be with him now, even though I guess I still want to be. It’s just so hard to do what is right these days, you know.”
Craig did know. He always knew. His smile vanished immediately and he held her, like he always did, in the way that let her know that everything was alright.
Lillian brushed Craig’s curly black hair back and saw him then, as if for the first time. He was very handsome and very successful. He had always been there for her, despite the times she had been a self-declared bitch. He had always been the friend that John never was. John loved her and cared immensely, she knew. They had never had such a connection, though. Craig never expected sex in return for his efforts. His only hope, it seemed, was to make her smile.
She buried her head in his chest and felt the muscles ripple beneath it. Then she felt a marvelous bulge press against her. Maybe she had felt it before but had not noticed. Maybe she wanted to notice now.
“Oh, Craig” she gasped and before she knew what she was doing, she had her lips on his and was overwhelmed by the taste and beauty of his tongue.
They kissed for what seemed like hours. She ground herself into him, feeling the bulge grow even larger. Finally, Lillian drew her lips away and looked into her friends eyes. His beautiful eyes.
Craig smiled, knowingly, as if he had planned the whole thing. Without a word, he took her hand and led her up the rickety steps of the old tree fort. The minute they were at the top of the stairs, Lillian was on him. She grabbed him and pushed him to the ground and then jumped on top of him She took hold of the collars of his white shirt and ripped, popping each button off and sending them flying in all directions.
Craig was doing the same thing. He pulled her down to him, pushing each sleeve of her pea coat off of her shoulders and then grabbing it and tossing it away. He unbuttoned each of her buttons slowly and buried his face against her chest. He kissed her breasts, moving her bra slowly down to expose each one.
It was freezing outside but Lillian got hotter than a microwave with each kiss. She felt his hard cock aching to be free of its confines. She wanted him inside her, to feel him so deeply, to know him in a way that she never had He ground himself into her, his mountainous bulge massaging her and she felt herself explode with a wet warmth.
Lillian could not control it now. She pushed him down, undid his buttons and exposed his huge, throbbing member. She felt light headed as she saw how big his cock was and how ready it was for her. She pushed her panties aside and came down on him hard. His cock slid in easily and she gasped as it filled her. It was overwhelming. She came down on him, again and again, but never fast enough. She ached as she felt his cock slide in and out. She came up too high and his penis slid out. Lillian screamed with frustration. She grabbed it and came down on it even harder. She felt it throb as it entered her again. Craig moaned and pulled her down to him, running his fingers through her hair and kissing her neck and breasts desperately. His penis filled her and he moaned,
“Oh I’m cumming. You fuck me so good. I’m cumming so fucking hard.”
She felt him explode. She felt his hot load shoot up inside her. That was all it took. She came, wave after wave of screaming ecstasy. She melted around him and collapsed on to him. They were both sweating and breathing heavily.
“I have been waiting for that for a long time, girl.” Craig said. “I knew you wanted me. I knew that we could be perfect together.”
Lillian smiled at him and kissed him deeply. But even then, with his hard cock still pulsating inside her, she knew that it had been a mistake. He was her friend, not her lover. As confused and stressed by her whole situation as she was, even right then she knew that Craig could be nothing more than a friend.
“I’m sorry, Craig. I shouldn’t have done that. This is just a very confusing time right now.” she said.
Craig ran his fingers through her hair.
“I think this is the only thing that has made sense in a long time.” he said.
“You have been with that jerk. I watched him treat you like crap but never said anything because I know that you loved him. I’m just glad that you finally found out so we can be what we always could have been.”
“John is not a jerk. He loves me more than anyone ever has.” Lillian jumped off Craig now. She felt his hot load slide down her leg and she shuddered.
“If you’re such a good friend, you should have told me how you felt about it instead of just sitting there and watching me live in something you thought was terrible.”
Craig stood up and reached for her. Lillian stepped away.
“Lil, I just wanted you to be happy, even if it was not with me.”
“So you wanted this the whole time? As close as we have ever been, that was your only motive?”
“For us to be together, to be happy, like you always were when you were with me? Yes. I guess that it was.”
Lillian could not even look at him now. It was all he had ever wanted. The friendship was nothing more than an effort by him to be with her. Even years ago, he would always ask her to kiss him, even ask her to lift up her shirt. It was a game then or so Lillian thought. She never thought of him in that way and what happened just then should not have happened.
“I’m sorry, Craig” she said.
“I….I have to go.”
She began to descend the steps of the tree house.
“Wait. Lillian, wait. This is all I have ever wanted. Don’t take it away now.”
Tears began pouring down Lillian’s cheeks. It was not right. It was not the way it was supposed to go. John was supposed to make her happy. John did make her happy. Only by hearing these words from Craig did she actually realize it.
John was watching television and cursing himself. Why couldn’t she be with him? Why was it so damn hard? It did not seem to be that hard when they met. Throughout the relationship, all he had done was what he thought was right. Why couldn’t it be the way it used to? They both seemed so happy.
John was happy now, though. He loved her but he had not been wasting his time. Screw her for leaving it open like that. She came over whenever she was horny it seemed and that was it. He was still emotionally involved and she was not. He felt used and hurt and made the decision awhile ago to not let that happen to him.
There was a ring at the door bell. Who could it be now? It was almost 2 in the morning. John played around with the idea of hiding and not answering the door. His mind got the better of him, though, as he began to think it might be a friend in trouble or, maybe even better, Lillian, struck with grief and wanting him back.
He made his way to the door and it was her. Lillian’s eyes were wet with tears and she burst in the door as soon as John opened it and held him tightly.
“I made a terrible mistake,’ Lillian said, crying uncontrollably now. “I want nothing more than to be with you forever and ever. I am so sorry, baby.”
She looked up into his eyes.
“Please take me back. I promise myself to you for the rest of my life. I can’t live without you.”
John looked at her and smiled but Lillian saw that he had a worried look in his eyes.
They were still standing in the doorway. Lillian was reveling in her epiphany and was covering his face with little kisses This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She knew that now and felt herself start to drip at the very thought of it.
Just then, a car pulled into the driveway. A very pretty girl got out and walked up to where the two of them were standing. John became rigid and moved several steps away from Lillian. She saw that he started to shake.
“Hey baby. Surprise!’ this girl said, addressing John.
“Hey, baby girl. I didn’t know you were coming tonight. I thought you would not be back from your trip until tomorrow” John said and walked over to her and kissed her just as he had just kissed Lillian.
Lillian could not believe what she was witnessing. “Baby girl” is what he called her and only her.
“Yeah, I thought I would surprise you. I can’t stand when I am not with you. My work ended early and I have been racing for most of the day to make it here to you.”
“Who is this?” Lillian screamed. She was utterly amazed about what she was seeing right in front of her.
The two of them, with their arms around each other, turned to face her.
“Lillian, this is Natasha. She is wonderful. We met after you left me. I did not think you would ever come back and could not just wait for that someday you always mentioned, when you might be able to stand me and want this relationship. I have told you that I do not ever have that time. She treats me right and is not afraid of what I have to offer.”
Lillian began to cry, now. She collapsed in front of the two of them.
“I am sorry, Lillian. I wanted you more than anything else in the world but it is hard when that feeling is not reciprocated. I have been waiting for you to come back for a long time. I have been hoping that you would show up on my door one day and do what you have just done. You just waited too long.”
John and Natasha went inside and closed the door behind them. Lillian sat on the front step for most of that night. At times, she heard a moan of pleasure as Natasha felt John’s muscle fill her, and cried as she thought that it could have been her in his arms, could have been her that he was filling up. As the sun was rising, she stood up, dried her eyes, and walked slowly down the street.
“I will never love anyone if I can not have him.” She said softly to herself. “I will wait for him forever.”
She was good with her resolve and died, many years later, alone. Her last thought brought the last of the many tears she had shed throughout her lonely life. She remembered the time she made the fateful decision to push away the love of her life.
As the snow fell, Lillian was someplace warm. She was in John’s room. It was a place that she loved to be. John was nibbling on her neck. Her body tingled as he slid his tongue slowly down. He licked and bit her nipples and she felt a warm, wet rush build between her legs.
She reached down and felt his hard cock underneath his boxer shorts. She unbuttoned his pants and took his swollen member with her hand. She pumped slowly and softly and felt the first beads of his cum drip slowly out. John moaned and ran his fingers down her stomach and into her panties. She shuddered with pleasure as John ran his finger lightly along her wet slit and slid it slowly inside her. He moved down, with one finger sliding in and out slowly, and kissed her inner thigh. John’s tongue was so warm as he ran it in circles on her inner thigh and gradually brought it to her clit. It was hard and sticking up a little bit as he took it in his mouth and sucked on it lightly, giving her a little blow job. She started grinding against him now, pushing herself against his wet mouth and finger that was filling her up. She felt herself starting to melt.
“Do you want me to feel inside you?” purred John. She wanted nothing more.
“Fill me up, baby.” she begged him. She could not stand it. She wanted his big cock inside her. She wanted to be fucked, hard.
John took her panties with his mouth and pulled them down her legs and off slowly. Then he revealed himself. She looked at his hard cock. It was quivering and ready to fill her up.
Lillian loved John’s cock. It was so beautiful. It was so wonderful. Every time she saw it, it made her wet and wild with desire. She grasped it with her hands and pulled him towards her. She gasped as he entered her. She beckoned him, contracting her muscles and holding him tight. John’s hard cock made its way slowly all the way inside her. She squealed as he filled her up to the brim and went as deep as anything possible. She felt the veins on his hard cock rubbing against her wet walls. She felt the head of his penis grow larger inside her.
John increased the pace, sliding in and out of her quickly. The vibrations went up and down her body. His large testicles slapped against her tight ass. She was getting fucked and she loved every minute of it. His hard body slammed against hers and she began to lose control. They moaned together. John desperately brought his lips to hers and she tasted his kiss and sucked on his tongue.
They moved together, as one, irresistibly entwined. Lillian could feel her mans cock swell inside her, getting ready to burst and coat her with its warm juices. She squeezed on him even harder, and she felt her pussy drip and melt around him. It was overwhelming now. She could not take it.
“Fuck me harder. Come inside me now.” She reached around and grabbed John’s tight ass, pulling him towards her as hard as she could. She could not stand it now.
They came together. They clutched at each other desperately, pulled each other, smothered each other. Johns prick exploded inside her, his warmth penetrating her to the core as she shuddered uncontrollably and felt herself melt around him in wave after wave of mind blowing ecstasy.
They were both breathing hard and John collapsed on top of her, leaving his huge pulsing member swimming deep within her dripping pussy.
“I have to go,” Lillian said, as they lay afterwards, smoking a cigarette and basking in the glory of their satisfaction.
“Ok. Will you come over later?” John asked.
“I don’t think so’, Lillian said. “We’re still broken up. I love this but it can not be the way that it was. I do not want a relationship. Maybe someday, when you start to take care of yourself better and can actually take care of someone. I‘d like to see you every now and then but not in any form of a relationship.”
“Lillian, listen. I cant -” John closed his eyes, resigning himself to not saying what he was just about to, and, with a slight hesitation, said “You had better go, then.”
Lillian dressed quickly, gave John a good bye kiss which seemed to her as only half-heartedly returned, and made her way out his front door and on to the street. She began to walk rather vigorously. She was agitated after all of that. She loved him still, after all their problems. His hard member always brought her back. She needed it, craved it. She became wet as she walked just thinking about it. But what should she do? She needed to do something else with her life. As much as she loved John filling her up in a way that no one ever has, she could not stand the thought of living her whole life without knowing if there was one that could fill her up even more. She needed to talk to Craig.
Craig was Lillian’s best friend. They had known each other since they were very young. Her first memory of him was when he threw a water balloon at her from his tree fort, proclaiming
“No girls allowed.”
She was furious and climbed as fast as she could, burst into his tree fort, and made to throttle him for all he was worth.
“Wow”, Craig exclaimed as he nimbly skipped around the fort, easily evading her grasp, “I’ve never seen a girl who could climb that well. You can be allowed.”
Craig’s deep blue eyes and easy smile caught Lillian off guard even then. She was, from that day forward, an honorary boy and they would meet in that tree house nearly every day for the next many years, first to talk about how to get rid of the girls in their neighborhood, then to move onto every topic friends discuss as they grow together.
Nothing had ever happened between them, though Lillian suspected thought about it often and suspected Craig did as well. Late evening discussions had often left them in each others arms, holding each other tightly for reassurance against the big world that they lived in.
The 2 of them were in their late 20’s but still made visits together to sit in the fort and talk whenever one, or the both of them, had something that needed discussion.
It was in the fort that Craig met her that day, a huge smile on his face.
“How are you, girl. It’s been awhile. How’s old what’s-his-name?”
“Oh, Craig. I guess I didn’t tell you. I left him. I just can not be with him now, even though I guess I still want to be. It’s just so hard to do what is right these days, you know.”
Craig did know. He always knew. His smile vanished immediately and he held her, like he always did, in the way that let her know that everything was alright.
Lillian brushed Craig’s curly black hair back and saw him then, as if for the first time. He was very handsome and very successful. He had always been there for her, despite the times she had been a self-declared bitch. He had always been the friend that John never was. John loved her and cared immensely, she knew. They had never had such a connection, though. Craig never expected sex in return for his efforts. His only hope, it seemed, was to make her smile.
She buried her head in his chest and felt the muscles ripple beneath it. Then she felt a marvelous bulge press against her. Maybe she had felt it before but had not noticed. Maybe she wanted to notice now.
“Oh, Craig” she gasped and before she knew what she was doing, she had her lips on his and was overwhelmed by the taste and beauty of his tongue.
They kissed for what seemed like hours. She ground herself into him, feeling the bulge grow even larger. Finally, Lillian drew her lips away and looked into her friends eyes. His beautiful eyes.
Craig smiled, knowingly, as if he had planned the whole thing. Without a word, he took her hand and led her up the rickety steps of the old tree fort. The minute they were at the top of the stairs, Lillian was on him. She grabbed him and pushed him to the ground and then jumped on top of him She took hold of the collars of his white shirt and ripped, popping each button off and sending them flying in all directions.
Craig was doing the same thing. He pulled her down to him, pushing each sleeve of her pea coat off of her shoulders and then grabbing it and tossing it away. He unbuttoned each of her buttons slowly and buried his face against her chest. He kissed her breasts, moving her bra slowly down to expose each one.
It was freezing outside but Lillian got hotter than a microwave with each kiss. She felt his hard cock aching to be free of its confines. She wanted him inside her, to feel him so deeply, to know him in a way that she never had He ground himself into her, his mountainous bulge massaging her and she felt herself explode with a wet warmth.
Lillian could not control it now. She pushed him down, undid his buttons and exposed his huge, throbbing member. She felt light headed as she saw how big his cock was and how ready it was for her. She pushed her panties aside and came down on him hard. His cock slid in easily and she gasped as it filled her. It was overwhelming. She came down on him, again and again, but never fast enough. She ached as she felt his cock slide in and out. She came up too high and his penis slid out. Lillian screamed with frustration. She grabbed it and came down on it even harder. She felt it throb as it entered her again. Craig moaned and pulled her down to him, running his fingers through her hair and kissing her neck and breasts desperately. His penis filled her and he moaned,
“Oh I’m cumming. You fuck me so good. I’m cumming so fucking hard.”
She felt him explode. She felt his hot load shoot up inside her. That was all it took. She came, wave after wave of screaming ecstasy. She melted around him and collapsed on to him. They were both sweating and breathing heavily.
“I have been waiting for that for a long time, girl.” Craig said. “I knew you wanted me. I knew that we could be perfect together.”
Lillian smiled at him and kissed him deeply. But even then, with his hard cock still pulsating inside her, she knew that it had been a mistake. He was her friend, not her lover. As confused and stressed by her whole situation as she was, even right then she knew that Craig could be nothing more than a friend.
“I’m sorry, Craig. I shouldn’t have done that. This is just a very confusing time right now.” she said.
Craig ran his fingers through her hair.
“I think this is the only thing that has made sense in a long time.” he said.
“You have been with that jerk. I watched him treat you like crap but never said anything because I know that you loved him. I’m just glad that you finally found out so we can be what we always could have been.”
“John is not a jerk. He loves me more than anyone ever has.” Lillian jumped off Craig now. She felt his hot load slide down her leg and she shuddered.
“If you’re such a good friend, you should have told me how you felt about it instead of just sitting there and watching me live in something you thought was terrible.”
Craig stood up and reached for her. Lillian stepped away.
“Lil, I just wanted you to be happy, even if it was not with me.”
“So you wanted this the whole time? As close as we have ever been, that was your only motive?”
“For us to be together, to be happy, like you always were when you were with me? Yes. I guess that it was.”
Lillian could not even look at him now. It was all he had ever wanted. The friendship was nothing more than an effort by him to be with her. Even years ago, he would always ask her to kiss him, even ask her to lift up her shirt. It was a game then or so Lillian thought. She never thought of him in that way and what happened just then should not have happened.
“I’m sorry, Craig” she said.
“I….I have to go.”
She began to descend the steps of the tree house.
“Wait. Lillian, wait. This is all I have ever wanted. Don’t take it away now.”
Tears began pouring down Lillian’s cheeks. It was not right. It was not the way it was supposed to go. John was supposed to make her happy. John did make her happy. Only by hearing these words from Craig did she actually realize it.
John was watching television and cursing himself. Why couldn’t she be with him? Why was it so damn hard? It did not seem to be that hard when they met. Throughout the relationship, all he had done was what he thought was right. Why couldn’t it be the way it used to? They both seemed so happy.
John was happy now, though. He loved her but he had not been wasting his time. Screw her for leaving it open like that. She came over whenever she was horny it seemed and that was it. He was still emotionally involved and she was not. He felt used and hurt and made the decision awhile ago to not let that happen to him.
There was a ring at the door bell. Who could it be now? It was almost 2 in the morning. John played around with the idea of hiding and not answering the door. His mind got the better of him, though, as he began to think it might be a friend in trouble or, maybe even better, Lillian, struck with grief and wanting him back.
He made his way to the door and it was her. Lillian’s eyes were wet with tears and she burst in the door as soon as John opened it and held him tightly.
“I made a terrible mistake,’ Lillian said, crying uncontrollably now. “I want nothing more than to be with you forever and ever. I am so sorry, baby.”
She looked up into his eyes.
“Please take me back. I promise myself to you for the rest of my life. I can’t live without you.”
John looked at her and smiled but Lillian saw that he had a worried look in his eyes.
They were still standing in the doorway. Lillian was reveling in her epiphany and was covering his face with little kisses This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She knew that now and felt herself start to drip at the very thought of it.
Just then, a car pulled into the driveway. A very pretty girl got out and walked up to where the two of them were standing. John became rigid and moved several steps away from Lillian. She saw that he started to shake.
“Hey baby. Surprise!’ this girl said, addressing John.
“Hey, baby girl. I didn’t know you were coming tonight. I thought you would not be back from your trip until tomorrow” John said and walked over to her and kissed her just as he had just kissed Lillian.
Lillian could not believe what she was witnessing. “Baby girl” is what he called her and only her.
“Yeah, I thought I would surprise you. I can’t stand when I am not with you. My work ended early and I have been racing for most of the day to make it here to you.”
“Who is this?” Lillian screamed. She was utterly amazed about what she was seeing right in front of her.
The two of them, with their arms around each other, turned to face her.
“Lillian, this is Natasha. She is wonderful. We met after you left me. I did not think you would ever come back and could not just wait for that someday you always mentioned, when you might be able to stand me and want this relationship. I have told you that I do not ever have that time. She treats me right and is not afraid of what I have to offer.”
Lillian began to cry, now. She collapsed in front of the two of them.
“I am sorry, Lillian. I wanted you more than anything else in the world but it is hard when that feeling is not reciprocated. I have been waiting for you to come back for a long time. I have been hoping that you would show up on my door one day and do what you have just done. You just waited too long.”
John and Natasha went inside and closed the door behind them. Lillian sat on the front step for most of that night. At times, she heard a moan of pleasure as Natasha felt John’s muscle fill her, and cried as she thought that it could have been her in his arms, could have been her that he was filling up. As the sun was rising, she stood up, dried her eyes, and walked slowly down the street.
“I will never love anyone if I can not have him.” She said softly to herself. “I will wait for him forever.”
She was good with her resolve and died, many years later, alone. Her last thought brought the last of the many tears she had shed throughout her lonely life. She remembered the time she made the fateful decision to push away the love of her life.
Childrens Story
Buddy the Bear finds his way
Buddy the Bear set out from his cave
On the morning of a bright fine day
He was excited…very, very excited…
As he made his merry way
He was taking a walk to the tangled wood
And he was looking forward to going there
He was to go to a bear country jam
And meet with his mother bear
He whistled as he walked
It was a very pleasant tune
He was getting more and more excited
As he knew he would be there soon
But suddenly angry clouds came in
And the bushes became very thick
And Buddy began to worry
And he felt a little sick
Buddy the bear looked all around
But the path did not seem right
The place was dark and scary
And his way was out of sight
I’m lost, he said, Oh my
What ever shall I do?
I must be brave and think a happy thought
If I am to make it through
So he smiled and thought of his mother
and walked through the deep wood
This happy thought made Buddy brave
as some happy thoughts could
There was nothing scary in the forest
Buddy began to see
There were other little animals like him
Living and playing in the tree
And when he made it through the scary trees
What do you think he saw?
There was mother bear at the country jam
She was smiling and waving her paw
Buddy was brave and made it through
He was happy to have learned something today
Although the path may be dark and scary
A happy thought can help you on your way
Buddy the Bear set out from his cave
On the morning of a bright fine day
He was excited…very, very excited…
As he made his merry way
He was taking a walk to the tangled wood
And he was looking forward to going there
He was to go to a bear country jam
And meet with his mother bear
He whistled as he walked
It was a very pleasant tune
He was getting more and more excited
As he knew he would be there soon
But suddenly angry clouds came in
And the bushes became very thick
And Buddy began to worry
And he felt a little sick
Buddy the bear looked all around
But the path did not seem right
The place was dark and scary
And his way was out of sight
I’m lost, he said, Oh my
What ever shall I do?
I must be brave and think a happy thought
If I am to make it through
So he smiled and thought of his mother
and walked through the deep wood
This happy thought made Buddy brave
as some happy thoughts could
There was nothing scary in the forest
Buddy began to see
There were other little animals like him
Living and playing in the tree
And when he made it through the scary trees
What do you think he saw?
There was mother bear at the country jam
She was smiling and waving her paw
Buddy was brave and made it through
He was happy to have learned something today
Although the path may be dark and scary
A happy thought can help you on your way
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