If you ever argued with UnTruth in person he would go "lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala" when you spoke.
"God, David." I arched against him when he moved to my other breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I’d cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill... I came, groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost.
Some examples of God intervening in history....[from a book I'm reading] "The Battle of Lepanto (1571) At the Battle of Lepanto, the Christian fleet was greatly outnumbered by the Muslin fleet. The Pope at the time, St. Pius V, ordered the Christians of Rome to pray the rosary continuously on the day of the battle. When the flagship of the Christians carrying a picture of our Lady moved forward just as the Christian fleet was about to be surrounded and annihilated, the wind turned against the Muslims, and the Christians destroyed more than 90% of the enemy ships! Austria (1955) After WWII, when the Russians held large portions of Austria and had plans to gain control of the entire country, Fr. Pavlicek prayed to our Blessed Lady, asking for her help to save his country from Communist control. Inspired to begin a nationwide prayer campaign, he formed groups that prayed the rosary and fasted for the same intention. The people persevered in prayer. When all seemed lost, suddenly, miraculously, the Communists gave up control of the country and moved their army out of Austria. Not a bullet was fired. The Nedelin disaster (1960) The Soviet Union was working on a new intercontinental ballistic missile called the R-16. It was bigger than any missile the Americans had, and was capable of carrying a more destructive nuclear warhead. ...during an address to the UN, Khrushchev took off his shoe and angrily banged on the podium, saying to the capitalist countries "We will bury you!" He knew that the final test of the r-16 was upcoming, and he was confident that it would intimidate his rivals. Bishop Venancio of Leiria sent a letter to all Bishops of the world urgently asking them to pray and do penance in reparation for offenses against God and for the conversion of Russia. In addition, approximately 48,000 pilgrims prayed at the shrine of Fatima and later about 400,000 more pilgrims joined them in prayer. They endured pouring rain to answer the call to prayer. Eleven days later, when the Soviets were to fire their R-16 for its final test, something went wrong, and the rocket never left the launch pad. As more than 100 people were working on the rocket, someone accidentally ignited the second stage engines of the missile. A huge explosion resulted, killing more than 100 people, many of them engineers and military men. The story was suppressed in the soviet media. The Cuban Missile Crisis (1962) ...during these tension-filled days, many American Catholics turned to the rosary. Soviet President Khrushchev wrote Kennedy that he would remove the missiles if the U.S. promised not to invade Cuba. As a Catholic who lived through the Cuban Missile Crisis, I believe the many prayers to our Lady helped bring about a peaceful resolution to the conflict. " "Fatima for Today", Fr. Andrew Apostoli, C.F.R.
haaa haaa!! everyone knows the nedelin disaster was caused by too much Smirnoff and not the judeo christian god. yikers!!!
Byz, since your ("JI.com-kinda sad") post followed mine I'm not sure if you were referring to my "God, David" entry but if that was the case, fwiw, Truth4U2's a troll and imho his precious little thread's no longer worthy of any serious thought, notion, opinion or idea. And at this late stage of the game, I'm just going full-retard/mad shitter with it (however lame). Another Jets site. I've never hung there but there are a number of posters who've identified themselves as coming over from that site. Apparently the site blows. Some God-awful examples of writing . . . .[from a book I've been 'greasing Weezer' to] I answered the phone, “Yes, Mr. Duvall, I put the kids to bed already.” I was babysitting for my best friend’s dad while she was away for her summer camp job. He said he might come back earlier. Not a good sign for his date, I thought. Adriana’s mom had passed away a few years ago, and her dad was starting to date again. He was ruggedly handsome and only in his late 30s as he got married young. As I hung up the phone, I started fantasizing about him. It was so wrong. I was only 18 and he was my best friend’s dad. But I couldn’t help it – I had a thing for older men and he was so sexy to me. Over the last year since I became best friends with Adriana, I got to meet and spend time with her hunky dad. He was a serious, professional businessman, yet he had a manly and sexy quality about him. As I sat on the couch, I closed my eyes and pulled my skirt up. I wriggled my hand down between my legs, and found that I was already warm and moist. I was a virgin still, to my complete frustration. While I had made out with guys before, I had only recently bloomed into a full-fledged hottie in the last year, so my experience was still limited. But I learned long ago how to masturbate and make myself cum. Imagining it was his hands traveling down my body, I rubbed my wet slit. I found my throbbing nub and toyed with it, while I imagined that it was his hands pleasuring me. It wasn’t long before the feeling built up and I exploded with an intense orgasm that racked my body. My fingers were slippery with my own juices as I pulled myself upright on the couch. Even with my own release, I felt frustrated. God, I needed to lose it already and have sex. The last time I fooled around with a guy, he was pretty rough with finger fucking me, and I had bled a little. I wondered if that meant that I wouldn’t bleed when I finally lost my virginity for real. Then I heard the keys rattling in the door, and he walked in. “Wow, back already, Mr. Duvall?” He looked so manly and drop dead gorgeous, yet he seemed tired and a little sad. “Yeah, guess it’s an early night. And call me Chris.” I couldn’t imagine any woman turning him down. “Thanks for babysitting, Kim. I’ll pay you for the night but you don’t have to stay longer,” he said. As he walked in, his gaze traveled up and down my body for a fleeting moment. I was wearing a snug, sexy top and little skirt. “Okay, Chris…have a seat. I’m not in a rush to go.” I invited him to sit next to me on the couch. He plopped down next to me. I was enveloped in his warm, musky and masculine scent. His scent and his closeness made me tingle. He looked at me and a strange look came over his face, as his gaze dropped down to my full cleavage for a second. He quickly looked back up. “Where are my manners? Can I get you a drink or coffee or something?” “Water would be nice,” I sweetly replied. When he went to the kitchen, I reclined back on the couch, prepping my cleavage and adjusting my short skirt strategically. Leaning back, I felt exposed but oh so sexy. “Here you go…” he trailed off as he stared and got a good look up my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any panties and I wondered if he could tell. Seeing his trousers get tight, I guessed that he could. He cleared his throat and sat back down next to me. “So, um…were the kids okay for you?” He seemed a little nervous as I felt the thick tension in the air between us. My heart was racing as I tried to play it cool. “Yes, sir. They were great. Although a little heavy, carrying them around.” I smiled and rolled my neck a bit. “Yeah, they’re getting kind of too big for that. Here, let me help.” Then his big warm hands were on my shoulders, carefully massaging my neck and shoulders. The tingle lit up in between my legs as he sensually rubbed my soft skin. I felt myself getting weak under his touch. “Ooh, that’s perfect,” I cooed as I closed my eyes to savor his touch and take in his musky scent. I could almost feel his eyes burning on my cleavage. I felt the desire burning up inside me as he continued to knead my skin for what seemed like an eternity. We didn’t speak. Was it finally going to happen? Then I felt his big warm hands travel down to my upper arms as he drew closer. My eyes were still closed as I may have held my breath. His hot breath was on my neck, and he started to kiss my neck softly. A soft moan escaped my lips and I felt his hands reach under my arms to cup and squeeze my breasts gently…..
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! So who's going to church today to thank God for all of the blessings he has given us in our lives? I'm proud to say that my family and I will be attending Mass this morning!
Not attending church today. In fact, the local Catholic Church, which I can see out my window as I type, is colder than a supermarket turkey today. Phenomenal neighbor, by the way.
Wow that's sad, it's not like that at all where I live! Mass was pretty well-attended even this morning, and it's not even a Holy Day of Obligation. The Priest mentioned how thankful he is for all the love he gets from his parishioners (in real life people love their Priests!), as well as for all the parishioners do to help out the parish, and since there was no choir we all sang together "God Bless America" and "Let there be peace on earth", virtually everyone joined in, Spirits lifted in joyful communion with one another. So spiritually uplifting and fulfilling! I am so thankful for the large, vibrant, and active parishes in my area, and all of the wonderful, joyful families who get together each week and take advantage of it all!
Sounds like a fucking ball. I bet you'll need a nap after that. You are correct, though. It is sad. The local diocese has had to consolidate three stand alone churches in various parts of town, two are completely shuttered, this is the last remaining open. One service Saturday afternoons around 4pm, one Sunday morning at 830. And of course the weddings and funerals as and when necessary. Not kidding at all about what a great neighbor they are, though. It's going to suck something awful when the congregation inevitably dwindles to the point where its more cost effective to move the into a storefront somewhere and sell the place to a developer to turn into condos. I'm actually toying with the idea of joining back up just to try and hold back the inevitable. Can't seem to muster up the requisite enthusiasm though. Catholics are among the least enjoyable people to spend time with. Not that I'm telling you anything you don't already know.
Day before Thanksgiving. Geez. http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/...x-abuse-allegations-against-minnesota-priests Documents reveal extent of sex abuse allegations against Minnesota priests Wednesday 25 November 2015 17.57 EST _
Just another example of the rampant bias toward the one true religion. Nothing but Photoshops and unethical reporting in that article. Science.
He PM'd me on Thanksgiving and promised me that he'd pray to the almighty Easter Bunny to give me the power to get through my Black Friday hangover. And I did alright yesterday, so it must have worked. Truth is such a kind soul, stop torturing him, you evil Stokes.
Oh I'm done torturing him--he reported me to the mods for an extremely light dig and got me a 3 day vacation--so I will never respond to him directly again and won't quote him. But every time he posts one of his fantasy naively innocent or completely fake "look-at-me" jolly holy posts about magic or about the scientific power of prayer or the church's latest good deeds--I'll just post the daily news about priest abusing kids. I'm assuming the mods will allow the real truth to be posted as a respectful counterpoint to his trolling. It would only be fair and respectful to show both sides of the coin. _
18"Pride goes before destruction, And a haughty spirit before stumbling." Truth has been stumbling a lot lately, even as he commits his mortal sins. Can his destruction be far behind?
"You're welcome Father." But I digress….back on-topic: Fallon and Ilyan: a boyfriend/sex-fiend character. For context's sake, they've had a bit of an argument at a nightclub just before we join them, on their ride home: "What the hell was that, Fallon?" Ilyan snapped as he slowed down for a red light. "What was what? You need to chill out." "You totally embarrassed me back there." He pounded his knuckle on the steering wheel and frowned at me. "They were boring. Get more interesting friends and I'll pay attention." I rolled my eyes. I was fine going to the party — I wasn't about to say no to free booze or a reason to get dressed up — but this was ridiculous... I sat and fumed until we reached his building. I got out of the car and slammed the door shut, turning to face him — the moment his cell phone rang. He held up a finger, no doubt aware I'd been about to let him have it. "Hey, Dad." I rolled my eyes and followed him into the building. I couldn't even storm off without him — my keys were upstairs in his condo. He hung up before we got on the elevator, but another couple was already waiting for the lift. I managed to hold my anger in, preferring to tell him off in private, anyways. Ilyan led the way to his front door and unlocked it. I had my rebuttal on the tip of my tongue. The front door closed and he jerked me into his arms. His kiss was hot, hungry, demanding. I found myself melting into it, sinking into his touch, seduced by the taste of him and how he so expertly commanded me with one touch. I pushed at his shoulders. "I'm supposed to be mad at you." "Be mad at me later. Fuck me now." He didn't let me reply, just swept me off my feet and carried me across the space. "Mm, okay." It was impossible to think when he kissed me like this, thrusting into my mouth, touching my body. We made it to the dining table. Ilyan kicked the chairs away and set me on the edge. Though we'd had sex on most of the furniture, this was new. He clawed at the zipper, yanking it down. Fabric might have ripped, I wasn't too sure. My legs hung off the side and my heels dropped to the floor, discarded like my clutch and his keys before them. Cool air skated over my breasts. I'd forgone a bra since I knew Ilyan liked that, so there was nothing to shield my breasts when he jerked the dress down to my waist. The straps captured my arms at my sides. His narrowed gaze devoured my body, touching me with dark intent. I shivered and strained toward him, except he kept me where I was. I loved and hated his strength, how he could control me, throw me around at will. Right now it was fucking hot. He pushed me down onto the table and held me there with one hand on my stomach and stripped my dress off me, leaving me in just panties. This uninhibited style of sex was new to me, and I was quickly growing addicted. I'd never known the rough abandon or carnal intent Ilyan showed me. My stomach fluttered as he grasped my panties and pulled them. They ripped at the seam on one side. Ilyan and I paused, staring at the bit of torn material. A grin spread across his face and he ripped the other side with a simple flex of his arms. Ilyan shed his suit jacket and shirt until all he wore were his pants, and those were easy to get rid of. I wanted to do that myself, unbutton his shirt, caress his chest, but Ilyan was the type who wanted all the control when we fucked. It was a small thing to capitulate to his desire, especially when he made me come so many times. He stepped between my knees, pushing them open. My heart still beat a little harder the first moment he saw me completely exposed. The nearest chair scraped across the floor as he brought it back to the head of the table and sat down. I was his feast, spread out for the taking. He didn't waste time touching or caressing, but we often didn't have time for that. He cupped my ass in both hands, his shoulders keeping me open to him, and lifted me up. I flattened my hands against the table and held my breath as he licked the length of my slit. My toes brushed his chest and I splayed my hands wider. He sucked on my clit, kneading my ass. He'd surprised me the first time he'd penetrated me in both places, introducing me to a new realm of sexual fantasy. It was easy to imagine this moment happening in a movie. Just thinking about what we were doing and where was so hot I almost came from the mental picture alone. Ilyan put me down and grabbed my hand, tugging me upright. "Huh?" I blinked at him, a little lust crazed. He dug in his pocket for his wallet and slapped it on the table before kicking off his pants and underwear. I flipped it open and took out the condom he'd placed there this morning — just in case. So far we'd needed all of his just-in-case condoms. I tore the packet open but he took the bit of latex from me before I could roll it on him and did it himself. He pulled me to the edge of the table and thrust into me. I gasped and gripped the edge as my body stretched to accommodate him. The feel of him was growing more familiar. He leaned over me, forcing me back almost to my elbows and thrust, sinking fully into me…….
