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The Story of IFThe story of IF.
My name is Owen. Ive spent the last seven years working on a new web project called internationalfriend, or IF for short. Internationalfriend is going to be a new global Internet community for people between the ages of 13 and 23.
I started on this project in Holland in 2001. Its the country where I was born and grew up, even though my passport says Im English. My mother had died after a long illness and my father bought me the domain internationalfriend.com thinking that it might provide some distraction from the hard time I was going through. Initially, I had no great plans for the website it was more a sort of entertainment for my friends and me. And, as such, it helped me cope with the loss of my mother. However, we did work out a basic concept of what I wanted to create .
In 2003, my father met a lovely Norwegian woman and the following year we moved to Oslo. For me, this was the best thing that ever happened in my life.
Lexi's Tied Up Tickle Torture*rrrrrrrrr*
Lexi sighed. Despite finals being only a week away, she was unable to focus the least bit on the textbook sitting in front of her; she hadn’t eaten any breakfast that morning and her belly had been growling hungrily ever since she arrived at the library, growing steadily louder as it got even closer to lunchtime. She stretched, reaching her arms high above her head. The motion pulled the hem of her long-sleeve navy blue shirt up past her belly button, and she rubbed her bare belly.
Her friend Shane, sitting next to her at the library table, looked up. Lexi smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry!” She whispered. “I’m just so -” her belly let out a loud growl that lasted a good four or five seconds before trailing off into a soft gurgle. She blushed.
Shane smirked. “Hungry?” he guessed. He reached over and patted her belly, causing Lexi to laugh.
“Nooo, I’m ticklish,” she
Sisters and FeetI was 17, hanging out with my older sister who was 19 at the time. We had very similar feet but mine were far more ticklish. Although hers got muuuuch stinkier than mine! Sister's name is Jessica, or Jess, by the way. Her hair is strawberry blonde, she's about 5'9 with an average build.
Jessica just got home from her first day of college while I was already home from school. I'm barefoot, just sitting around on my old Gameboy playing it. Parents were working later than usual, so it was just us at the time. She sits in the chair across from me and kicks off both shoes. She was into the skater scene so I think they were DC shoes, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I start to smell something.
Obviously, it was those feet of hers. Her socks were grey and pretty dirty. I was somewhat unaware of my foot fetish at the time, so I offhandedly asked:
"Jess, is that your feet I smell?"
"Probably." She replied.
"Wow, that's stinky." I told her, fanning the air around my face.
"Well, when you're walking
The Magic Bra : Chapter 1 - A TG Story
Jeremy was a young, 20 year old student who lived on his own for a few years now. His parents, who immigrated from France to the US before he was born, died in a car accident along with his sister when he was 16. He was devastated, by the fact that his only family (that he knows of) died, as well as the fact that he had to live alone. He had to drop out of high school so he could get a job and sustain himself, but lately he's stabilized and started considering going to college (after taking some catchup courses, of course), but he still felt very depressed and didn't want to go to college if he couldn't completely focus. Tuition money is very pricey these days, and he didn't want to bother with interviews and payments if he wasn't sure he could succeed. It'd be a waste of time and money in his eyes.
Though it wasn't all bad for Jeremy. He recently won a ticket for an all expense paid 2 month trip to Paris, France from a local raffle. The idea of being in his "homeland" somewhat excited
Punctuating Poetry Part OneSome people believe poetry shouldn't be punctuated and others are still taught to put a comma after every new line. So where is the balance? What does one - especially one new or growing in poetry - do? Well, that's simple: a poet must punctuate with purpose!
In order to punctuate with purpose, however, a poet must understand two things: what she wants to achieve with the poem and what a piece of punctuation can achieve in a poem. This means a poet must understand more than the common rules of punctuation; she must know the effect that certain punctuation points can have on a reader or in a text.
This overview tackles punctuation in poetry from a practical standpoint, but it's important to note that while there are "rules" for punctuation, and while there are even some "rules" for poetry, there are no set-in-stone conventional rules for punctuation in poetry. There are schools of thought, and linguistic philosophy runs amuck, but there is nothing definit
The Original List of Themes1. Introduction
3. Making History
12. Dead Wrong
13. Running Away
15. Seeking Solace
20. My Inspiration
21. Never Again
25. Breaking Away
26. Forever and a day
27. Lost and Found
33. Seeing Red
34. Shades of Grey
39. Out of Time
40. Knowing How
41. Fork in the road
43. Nature's Fury
44. At Peace
45. Heart Song
48. Everyday Magic
51. Troubling Thoughts
52. Stirring of the Wind
54. Health and Healing
56. Everything For You
57. Slow Down
58. Heartfelt Apology
62. Irregular Orbit
63. Cold Embrace
65. A Moment in Time
66. Dangerous Territory
Japanese Name Meanings
Genki- energy, healthy, happy, energetic
AI (1) f Japanese
Means "love" in Japanese.
AIKO f Japanese
Means "love child" in Japanese.
AIMI f Japanese
Means "love beauty" in Japanese.
AKANE f Japanese
Means "brilliant red" in Japanese.
AKEMI f Japanese
Means "bright and beautiful" in Japanese.
AKI m & f Japanese
Means either "autumn" or "bright" in Japanese.
AKIKO f Japanese
Means either "autumn child" or "bright child" in Japanese.
AKIO m Japanese
Means "bright boy" in Japanese.
AKIRA m Japanese
Tickle Fun with a BabysitterThis little story takes place when I was 16 or 17. I have overprotective parents, so right up until I was 18 I pretty much always had a babysitter. It was lame but I got some good tickle experiences out of it! It's all true!
Anyway, this girl in particular was in her mid twenties. Very good looking, if I had to judge her might not be exact exact, just paraphrasing). Medium length brown hair, she was 6'1, and had some biiiig feet!
"Wow, do you wear clown shoes?" I laughed at my own stupid joke.
She looked pretty upset. "That's so rude!" At this point she walked over to me and started tickling my sides.
"Hahahahaha, no!" My knees buckled and I was on the ground laughing as her fingers explored my sensitive sides. Then she raised one of my arms and tickled my armpits. Of course, I was in ecstasy at this point, as I was very aware of my tickle fetish. She didn't know this however.
"Cootchie cootchie coo!" She teased me. This girl's name was Elizabeth, by the way.
"Lizz! Stohohohop!" I begg
Volunteering Can Be Dangerous Pt. 1Ashton was a 20 year old guy. He loved helping people out. He never had a problem in sacrificing a little for the sake of helping people. However, on this day he would have to make a sacrifice that was a little difficult to make. Well anyways, he had no say in the matter. So story begins as such:
Ashton was with his mom Mariah in a cafe. His mom had to meet a friend of her's named Annie. Annie was a slightly overweight. You could make it out by looking at her wide hips and huge dangling breasts. She was 45 years old. "So what work do you have with Annie mom?", asked Ashton. Mariah replied, "I have to discuss something with Annie regarding our new business. She's gonna help me in getting the license for the business.". They orders two black coffees and a cup cake. They spent the next 15 minutes talking about regular things going on here and there. In walked Annie. They all exchanged greetings and sat down to talk business. "So did you speak to the agent about our license Annie?", asked
The Magic Bra : Chapter 2 - A TG Story
After a long nap, Jeremy finally woke up. He couldn't remember what had happened the night before, the last thing he remembered was that he wanted to try out his new clothes before he went to bed. He was laying on his bed as he tried to recollect his thoughts, and eventually he rose up whilst still sitting on the bed. Jeremy immediately noticed the long strands of dark brown hair that covered his vision, which shocked him. He brushed them off with his fingers, which he noticed were very small and dainty compared to usual. He then remembered the whole bra ordeal, and quickly rose off from bed in search of a mirror. He ran from his bedroom to the bathroom, and all the while he felt extremely weird but didn't dare to look down. He opened the bathroom door and looked at the huge wall mirror. He obviously expected something to be different, but what he saw made his heart race.
It wasn't his reflection in the mirror, It wasn't the masculine French man Jeremy, but rather it was the