Love Cycle and Kinks

Sunday, Mel and I had the ol' friendship makeup online. I did the "I'm so sorry" and she did the "I'm sorry, too" and we e-hugged in a way. Corny shit. But blissful, nonetheless.

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People have always kind of taken my mother as strict to myself and my sister. I mostly agree, but in no means do I hate, despise, disrespect, ignore, or avoid my mother in any way because of it. I love her with the bottom of my heart, and here's why: Last night, after we got done watching "The Island" together (Movie with Ewan McGreggor and Scarlette Johanson, future based, clones, fight scenes, weird movie), I had gotten up and said that I was going to bed. She bade me to come hug her first, and so I did. But inside of a simpleton hug, I was pulled next to her on the couch, and she held me in her arms for a good ten minutes. At one point, she had told me, "I'm so lucky I have you."

And that's all I really need.

So if you ever hear me complaining about, or otherwise mistreating, my mother, it's all a lie.

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And, today, I went to school, blah blah blah. Walking to the buses at the end of the school day was quite enjoyful, because I was given a new idea to blog about; Jenn suggested someone, somewhere, post/write a step by step introduction and directions to giving an old fashioned, kinky, lap dance. And I claimed it - I will be the one to do it.

Introduction:

When I was about 10 or 11, my sister, neighbors, and I would have what we called "bra parties" in my sister's room. We'd strip off our shirts and dance to a Croation techno band, called Colonia. At the end of Marina's (my older, and only, sister) bedpost, in a pole-like wooden stick. I used to grind against it like it was going out of style, baby! Now, imagine - young girl, light blonde hair, bra, low-rider jeans (my pants still hang low like a wiggers, and bitch! I'm never wearing a belt!), major-grindage against a damn wooden stick (which, I may add, is loose now). Pretty scary sight, yet any pimp's dream.

But, I should probably set the mood off better for you guys, shouldn't I? Scary immature girls pole-dancing is no way to get kinky. Or, at least, I should hope not. So, without further ado, I introduce, the best set of directions to stripping - the renowned fall-back plan of the 21st Century.

Ingredients:

• Damn good-looking body
• Skimpy Clothes
• One fine-looking man in workshirt and pants (Think WallStreet type)
• Any other props you want to taunt him with
• Music (optional)

Step One:

Sit man down into chair, bed, or anything reclinable and relaxing. Hoist lower body atop of his thighs. Make sure you have skimpy clothing on before starting.

Step Two:

Place both hands on either of his shoulders and rock your body upward and downward in a slow motion-type pace.

Step Three:

Begin to move your body in any direction that comes to mind. Be sure not to hit, kick, knee, or otherwise hurt and injure the poor man. Pay a lot of attention to that if you are especially wearing highheeled shoes. Move your body faster in slow sequence. If nessacary, strip clothing off piece by piece.

Step Four:

Move faster, swaying your body from side to side. Do not dance like you're at some punk-show or something. Think hip-hop and rap based clubs wear the girls' asses are always grinding against the guys' lower bodies. Now would be the time to whip out any props you may have, though it is entirely optional.

Final Step:

Raunchy sex.

Is it weird that I just wrote that?