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 I was sitting in the kitchen playing gin with Mrs. K . She She  looked so hot sitting at the kitchen table in a see through negligee. I was 16 and she was 45. She never thought how hot I was for her.  It was a Sunday night and her husband was driving his truck a thousand miles away. The rest of the family was gone for the night. I kept staring at her big, beautiful rack and toned arms. My hard dick was throbbing. She looked in my hungry eyes. She asked me why I was looking at her so intensely. I said I wasn’t. She said I know you are as she bent over and handed me the deck showing her steaming  huge chest. Her nipples pushed against her sleazy hot little top. She said I know you want me baby. Every man does. I do J admitted.  But you can never repeat what I’m going to tell you. Promise me. I did. I have been looking at your strong, tall beautiful body and I want you too.  Come with me. She took my  arm and pulled me a few feet through her bedroom doo...

  "I wish to confess" said the big man in front of the microphone with millions in attendance at the gigantic stadium and many more millions glued to televisions and radios throughout the United States and the world.   Word had spread quickly. Her disgraced ex-president had called a press conference amid rumors that he would be speaking very soon about very important things.   Torrents of sweat dripped off his face as he picked up the mic and held it out peering at the monstrously big crowd of over two million people gathered in Washington Square waiting for his words..  Plus, another seventy five million people throughout the country staring into television sets, computers,and every other viewing device invented and millions more listening  hearing by sound and text only.  "That big lie that you all know about that I have been spreading and many of you believe about the 2020 election being stolen from me is just that. A big lie."  Nobody sto...

I cannot put into words how absolutely ignorant, incompetent, mindless, unprofessiional, and disconnected from blogger needs googles blogspot is. I have been stuck at ad earnings of $37.16 for over 5 years on this nauseating site. Until today, i always felt that despite my thousands of written words spanning fiction, non-fiction, self help, opinions, politics and every subject I have still stayed at earnings of $37.16. There has been thousands of view from all over. yet, despite over 10 years of writing on this useless, piece of shit blog I cannot make any money. Someone at fucking google look at my blog and tell me why Ive been stuck at $37.16 in mone??? Thank you you obtuse assholes.

I am just another guy sitting in my kitchen chair trying to figure out how to become a successful author. I just read David Baldacci's autobiography on this best selling all time successful author and he made writing seem so easy. He made it sound like good writing was just like telling an interesting story to a friend. I am a 74 year old guy who is retired and disinterested in almost everything I have been doing besides talking to my family of a bunch of kids and grandkids my dog and girlfriend. Writing seems like the one way I can justify an admittedly indulged existence because of the good fortune of a well endowed family and some business success. Otherwise, I feel very empty sitting out here in Florida far away from my roots in Chicago. I never saw the point in going to school so I ended up graduating last in my class in both grade school and high school and then got kicked out of 3 colleges and inducted into the army at the height of the Vietnam war. Being scared to death o...

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  First time I remember getting bullied was standing in line at the entrance of Jones School when I was 7 years old. It was the first day of school. A kid named Larry who was my size and age asked me if I'd ever been kicked in the balls. I said "what are balls?" He pounded his foot into my scrotum and I keeled over in pain. He, and a few other people stood over me asking if I was ok. I recovered and whined "yes, I'm ok". Larry said nothing. Groaning, I asked him why he kicked me and he said that he felt like it and why don't you do something anything about it? I was scared to death he would kick me again.   I was standing up again. "Well" he challenged.  .What are you going to do? I said " Nothing. Just leave me alone ". I was in the same class as Larry and I stayed as far away from him as I could https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2819147375098537888/7688584191152785782?hl=en the whole semester. I was nervous all the time. When...