emiafish

Going home to Chinese take out, a warm fire and loving wife who told me she was eager to play with her new Hitachi Magic Wand tonight. Life is good. Happy New Year everyone. :chug:

Later dude, best of luck. :icon_biggrin:

I'm with MJL, I like a hard body every now and then. It contrasts nicely with my pudding like physique. And I enjoy an 'oyster' as much if not more than the average guy. Licking between the toes or licking in the ear?

I may be different from the majority. Many of the ladies I see regularly must remind me where they are located because I employ a self imposed amnesia when it comes to the hobby. Oh, I remember the details of the encounter well enough, I just forget where it happened. I suspect there is a part of my brain the equates forgetfulness with discretion. To the ladies I've been with and wonder why I'm asking where they live even if I saw them last week I say, "You are memorable, your address...not so much".

Another deep freeze has moved into our region and it's here to stay for at least a week. Anyone coming back from somewhere warm is in for a shock!

It was not a Christmas memory in the strictest sense, but this happened over the holidays and it was memorable. My wife and I had spent the day running around doing errands and picking up a few things that we will need for New Year's Eve. We were leaving a strip mall parking lot and were about to merge into the traffic on a main road way. While waiting for a break in the traffic to merge we were hit hard from behind! The impact was accompanied by loud bang. I looked into my rear view mirror in time to see the other driver curse and slam her hands on her steering wheel. I got out of my car carefully to inspect the damage. I was expecting broken glass, a cracked bumper and perhaps a bent rear trunk hatch. What I saw was completely unexpected. What happened afterwards was even more surprising. It was a Christmas miracle! There was no damage, not even a scratch. The other car suffered nothing as well. Well almost nothing, you could see a perfect impression of my license plate in the dirt on her bumper. I looked again, I got closer and nothing had changed. In spite of the force of the impact and despite the promise of carnage that the loud bang had foretold, the two cars were in good condition. The other driver was a pretty young blonde named Jessica. She was visibly upset, shaking and looking quite afraid. I looked directly at her and said, "This is your lucky day. We are OK, the cars are OK, and there is no need to exchange insurance." I asked her if she was alright. She said, in a shaky voice, "Sort of...I'm not hurt, but, but... It's has been a really bad year and and...." And at that point she broke down in tears. The shock of the accident, the fear of the consequences and the sudden relief that there was no harm done, hit her all at once. I did what any one would do at this point and took her into my arms and gave her a comforting hug. Then I though about what I was doing and passed this attractive young girl to my wife for some motherly hugging. Soon the three of us were hugging in the middle of the street, between our cars. We asked Jessica if she wanted to go to Tim's for a coffee, at least until she calmed down enough to drive. She politely declined saying that she had to get her dad's car back home. Once we were assured she would be OK and that she would pose no risk to herself and other motorists we helped her back into her dad's car and went our separate ways. What could have been an awful pain in the ass situation turned out to be quite sweet. Jessica left us with a shy wave and profuse thanks and we went on out way feeling like we had comforted someone who was having a bad year. What could be more Christmasy then that?

That is a tough choice. Some perfumes are seriously intoxicating while the natural smell of an aroused woman is hard to beat. I'll take perfume cause in the days of scent free everything, a fine perfume is a real treat. Male scents: Woody or Spicey?

Many years ago I resolved not to make any more New Years Resolutions. So far it is the only resolution I have managed to keep. However, I do make plans for the New Year. I plan to eat more veggies. I plan to go someplace warm in March. I plan to continue seeing my favourites and to meet some new faces. Most of all I plan to enjoy myself, cause if I don't, then what's the point?

Well another year has come and gone and Notch is a year wiser. Best wishes to my Cerb brother, you are one of the pillars of the community.

Vince Guaraldi Trio's A Charlie Brown Christmas

The good news? It looks like you got your wake up call. The bad news? Quitting the butts is tough to do. The great news? Once you quit you can fill the void with CERB ladies and before you know it, you'll have the endurance of a teenager again. Glad to hear you're getting help and rest. Take the time to get better.

I like RG cause he likes angling with Angela. And cause he clearly has a heart of gold! Here's looking to a better 2014!

Not being much of a drinker I'd have to go with nibbled cherries. Silk sheets or Satin? Additional Comments: Although for Chanel, I could be persuaded to lick whipped cream off her tasty body. :icon_wink:

Two different Christmas memories come to mind. First there was King Zor! He was a blue/green dinosaur that rumbled and roared and when you shot his tail he would turn on you and shoot you with his integrated canon ball launcher. Basically he was one fucked up dino with attitude. The second was Mattel's Thing Maker complete with plastic goop. I spent hours making scary bugs and monsters. You would never see a toy like that today, because the heating element could give you a wicked burn. In spite of that, I managed to survive childhood.

On the 12th day of Christmas My CERB lover gave to me... Twelve months of orgasms 11 leaping Lezzies 10 screaming O's, 9 girlfriends in bed 8 squirting sessions 7 sex positions 6 nipple pinching 5 minutes blow jobs 4 DFK's 3 SOG 2 bouncing boobies and a hand job at a party.

Morning sex starts my day off with a bang! Hee hee. Chocolate dipped nipples or a whipped cream bikini?

Have a happy sexyfied sensual birthday sweetie. Mmmm yummy hugs & kisses coming your way.

Reading everyone's posts triggered more suppressed memories. Does anyone remember the serialized adventure shows like Rocket Man? Every episode ended with the hero facing certain death only to pick up again with a miraculous escape. Those shows kept me coming back for more.

Sitting at the dealership while they fix my brakes. Merry Christmas, you're now $700 poorer!

I remember certain yearly specials - The Wizard of Oz was one that scared the bejezus out of me, I still get a heightened heart rate every time I see a twister. Peter Pan with Mary Martin (1960). The Andy Williams Christmas Special.

Taking a break from solving the world's problems (not really, but it feels like that) and wondering how long it's going to take to drive home through the traffic.

On the tenth day of Christmas My CERB lover gave to me... Ten screaming O's, 9 girlfriends in bed 8 squirting sessions 7 sex positions 6 nipple pinching 5 minutes blow jobs 4 DFK's 3 SOG 2 bouncing boobies and a hand job at a party.

I did mean Mentos! Menotos sounds like something that happens to you as you age! I like LED vs. Plasma. But that's just me. Marathon sex session lasting 8 hours or 8 one hour sessions spread over eight years?

What the Fox say? I don't FRIGGEN CARE! Just make it stop! Please for the love of God, make it stop!

I can't believe how neglectful I have been! Cleo and I have been seeing each other for the best part of a year now and this is my first recommendation. To say I have been remiss is an understatement. Well here goes, better late than never. Cleo is the purrfect playmate. She is the picture of erotic playfulness, standing a diminutive 5'3" with shining dark hair, mischievous blue/green eyes and a mouth that begs to be kissed often and deeply. Booking time with Cleo is always hassle free and her central location is easy to find and has plenty of parking. Writing a recommendation for someone I see regularly is different than penning a missive for a newly discovered talent. Over the year we have developed a level of intimacy that might be difficult to replicate for a new visitor. However I will try to be as objectively representative as I can. Cleo puts one at ease as soon as you enter her play den. A warm welcome hug and kiss precedes the festivities. There is a nice shower and all of the required toiletries to allow one to freshen up before the main event. Cleo's bed room is large and comfortable with good light during the day and cozy as hell at night. The only other environmental feature to mention is her menagerie, two pugs and one or more invisible cats. The pugs are cute as hell and the cats have never been seen by yours truly. There is a condom commercial on television lately about a couple who care for each other and are complementing each other saying things like "she's a savy lover", "he knows what he's doing", and the tag line is "and he deserves this...the best sex ever!" Playtime with Cleo is like having the best sex ever on a regular basis. Now I'll be the first to admit, there may be an element of chemistry at play and there is a YMMV element as well, but Cleo is an enthusiastic and responsive lover. Her body is a colourful tattoo'd landscape, complete with curves in all the right places. Sex with Cleo can be slow, soft and gentle or hard, fast and nasty. Personally I love to explore every inch of her to discover a new erogenous zone or to revisit a favourite spot for attention. Cleo is a great kisser and her skills do not stop there. She gives an outstanding natural blow job (I hate the BBBJ label). She is proficient and talented enough to raise the dead which is an accurate description of my cock after the first mind blowing orgasm. Cleo loves to have sex and it clearly shows. She seems equally happy to be eaten, fucked or any combination of sexual activities. I love it when she comes, she is vocal and her body contorts in the most erotic ways. She is also multi-orgasmic, which is a huge plus for someone like me, as I love the sights and sounds of my partner in the throws of climax. Finally Cleo is not a clock watcher. I tend to be more concerned about how much of her time I am consuming than she is. I want to respect her by not overstaying my allotted time, but she makes it so hard to leave sometimes. I literally want to spend the entire day between her legs. For those lucky enough to have met Cleo, you know what a treasure this woman is. I feel sorry for those who have not had the pleasure of her company. Cleo Catra gets one of my highest recommendations, she is one of the super-elite providers in the Ottawa region. Book her as soon as you can, you won't be sorry.