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
The Pregnant ExperimentWARNING: THE FOLLOW STORY CONTAINS USE OF BAD WORDS, PREGNANCY, PREGNANT EXPANSION, BREAST EXPANISON, AND (POSSIABLE) LACATAION. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF THING, YOU MAY WANT TO HIT THAT BACK BUTTON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!
It was I nice warm sunny day, it was just another average day at St. Tommy's College University, so what Coca had thought on her way to school. Coco was a junior her College, at the age of 21 with blonde hair down to her shoulders, green eyes, nice little cute rear end, C Cup size Breasts, and a nice white curvy body while wearing a blue shirt with a smiling kitty on the chest part of it, blue diamond like necklace, black skirt down just above her knees, cute glasses, a blue bracelet around her left hand, and blue and white shoes. Coco joined College to become both a scientist and a Doctor on studying the human body and all of its functions such as medication on recovering from sicknesses and serious injurers, human reproduction, fertility, emotions, physicality,
True tickling story: Sleepover tickling(This is a true tickling story about something that happened to me. Enjoy!)
This sleepover was in May I believe, we were all much younger, I in fact was fourteen. It was at my house, and my parents had stepped out to get food, drinks, ect... So all of us girls were up in my room. It was Sam, Yuna, a girl I knew at the time named Carly who was 15 years old had long black hair and blue eyes and she stood at about 5,4. We were all hanging out in my room and Sam had an idea, 'to see who's underwear was the cutest'. I didn't know it at the time but Sam is a lesbian, so getting a room of girls to undress would be amazing for her 14 year old self. Yuna who at the time was 13, undressed first, revealing a simple black and white poka dot bra and panties.
"How do I look" she said in her adorable British accent.
Everyone felt a little awkward to answer that question, so it was left unanswered. Then Sam undressed revealing a pink lace bra, and black
My first wedgieIt was a Saturday, round about noon, my parents were going to be gone for a couple of hours (I don't remember what they went out for). So my big sister (Abbi) was in charge and she decided to invite 2 of her friends over. As far as I remember it started off with Abbi saying to me "Do you know what a wedgie is Amy", "No", I replied. "Would you like me to show you?" said Abbi with a friendly smile on her face and what do I go and do, I reply with "Ok." So Abbi told me to follow them to the back garden, once we were outside Abbi grabbed a rope then looked down my pants for my underwear and tied it to my undies. "What are you doing with my panties", I said "I'm showing you what a wedgie is silly", Abbi replied with a friendly voice "Oh ok", I replied. So I let my big sister continue while her 2 friends watched looking like they were trying not to laugh, then Abbi tied the over end of the rope to the tree branch and had me stand on something and said "Are you ready to find out what a wedgie
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
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
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