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From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:45 am
Subject: Sex Games Review

http://freesexgames.co.uk sex games for free and hot flash porn games. Very
funny site, I found many 3d sex games here.

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From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:55 am
Subject: Re: Sex Games Review

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> http://freesexgames.co.uk sex games for free and hot flash porn games.
Very funny site, I found many 3d sex games here.
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From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:41 am
Subject: Sex Games Review

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From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:43 am
Subject: Sex Games Review

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http://freesexgames.co.uk - sex games for free and hot adult games. Very funny
site, I found here many 3d sex games!

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From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:46 am
Subject: Sex Games Review

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http://freesexgames.co.uk sex games for free and hot flash porn games. Very
funny site, I found many 3d sex games here.

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#11

From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:40 pm
Subject: Sunday Morning sex games

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He awoke slowly, the early morning sun sneaking through heavy drapes. He didn't recognise the room right away then remembered it had been home for a couple of nights.

In his slumber, he sensed something else was different. He rolled over slowly. She was there. It wasn't a dream. In his hazy mental state, he comforted himself into her back, pulled his knees up behind hers and slid his left arm over her waist. She pushed herself back into him with a light contented sigh. He started to fade back into sleep, the easy breathing of the woman sating him.

He buried his face into her soft hair.

Her hand moved to his and drew it to her breast. Again she allowed a soft moan to escape. He nuzzled further into her hair, finding the curve of her neck where it met her soft shoulder. Still in semi-slumber, he gently caressed her breast and kissed her ear lobe. She turned her head slightly and he glimpsed a contented smile.

She arched her behind into him, rocking slowly, rotating her hips and feeling his stiffness between her soft cheeks. They both moaned. His hand slid down her belly, feeling the softness and slight roll as he passed over her belly button, brushed across her pubic bone and then across her hip and down the outside of her thigh. Slowly, his hand migrated back along the same path, through her cleavage to massage her throat. He pressed himself harder into her butt cheeks.

His hand caressed her chin. He turned her face, shifting so she was able to drop her shoulder. She finally opened her eyes. They lost each other in their gaze. He kissed her, lightly at first, nibbling her lower lip before becoming more insistent. The taste of her mouth turned up the heat.

He slid his leg between hers as his hand caressed her body in sex games , making love to her bare skin with his palm, fingers and forearm. His hand found the V between her legs. He brushed over her slit then along the inside of her thigh. Her eyes rolled back each time his hand brushed by her wet lips.

He shifted, lifting her leg higher. This time his hand found the soaked lips between her slightly parted legs and he slid his middle finger slowly along the slit. His lips found hers again in a passionate kiss. A finger slipped into her then back out. He rubbed her pelvis with the palm of his hand. Then a finger slipped back into her, more insistent than before. He found her button and pressed with a rotating, massaging finger tip. Her breath caught. His finger slid into her again, this time rubbing the walls with his palm massaging her button. Another finger joined massaging inside her, teasing the inflamed flesh of her hidden walls.

Her lips were parted now, breathing through her mouth. Her nostrils flared, eyes closed and brows raised in an expression of surprised ecstasy. He continued to caress inside her molten cleft while lightly biting her lower lip, chin and exposed throat. Her moans excited him. Her fragrance came to him and thrilled him more. He resisted what he desired. He knew this was about her. He waited for her passion to become demanding... insistent... yearning.

She began to writhe under his hand and lips and the caress of his body against hers. His leg moved up and down between her legs adding to her sensation overload. She was getting close. Her body danced to her own fervent rhythm. He moved with her, following her lead, allowing him to get lost... feel her excitement begin to boil in him.

Her breathes drew shorter then held. She became still for a moment then arched her back and shuddered. Little whimpers escaped as she arched further and came again.

He moved his tip to her drenched, swollen lips. Hesitating for a moment, he worked her button until she was close to exploding again. She grabbed the back of his head and forced his face to hers kissing him hard. He pushed his engorged head into her. She kissed him harder still. He moved the engorged head in and out of her, not ready to bury into her. His hand moved up behind her neck. As they kissed hard, he grabbed a handful of hair and pushed all of his hardness slowly into her.

The depths of her moist heat, her bucking hips and low growls set him off.

She clamped onto him. Her leg came up higher, opening herself to take all of him. His hips guided his stiff member unhurriedly in and out of her; feeling ever nuance of her swollen walls. Her breath became shorter again. His strokes became more insistent. This was no longer about him or her.

It was about them.

He could hold back no more. His desire for her completely overtook him. He began to drive into her. He pulled her hair tilting her head back. He could feel her body convulsing as her drove her hard; moans turned to whimpers and screams. He growled in her ear, the sensation of fucking her drawing the primal animal out of both of them.

She bucked hard and shuddered as he exploded into her sex games , alternating between holding for a moment, his hard shaft quivering and stroking his still rigid shaft in and out of her slick, dripping heat. Finally, they collapsed together. They took heavy breathes trying to regain themselves; the glow of their sex surrounding them in a contented swathe.

After a few moments, he reached down and pulled a cover over them. He remained inside her as he snuggled into her back. His hand slipped over her hip to her belly. She took his hand and moved it to her breast. Both let out a low contented sigh as they closed their eyes and melted into a common world.

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From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:40 pm
Subject: Another One Bites the Dust

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I don't get an awful lot of mail...

So when one popped up last night it was a pleasant surprise...

The mail was written well...

I replied politely...

And with a little humour (Such as it is)...

I was a good boy...

Trying to make a decent impression...

I didn't even say "fuck" or "hard-on" or "humpin'"...

But it was late at night...

So I went back this morning to ensure I was as clever and gracious as I
intended...

Courtesy has an "r" in it, no?

What the fuck is "phtot"?

FUCK ME!

SPELL-CHECK!

I'm thinking full frontal lobe transplant.

Sometimes understanding me is like trying to pick up shit from the clean end.

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#13

From: "davidleegames" <davidleegames@...>
Date: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:42 pm
Subject: Hentai games

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I was sitting in the coffee shop yesterday morning. Yes, the one where I am surrounded by antiques and great people... who are also antiques... including old DM. I don't have a cane of my own... yet... so avoid cussing the other old fuckers out. They could joust Lancelot of a mighty steed given the chance.

A brief respite and a book seem to help when there is stress... especially if that book is steamy porn. While there reading and trying my best to not to levitate the table with a stiffy, I was glancing at the antique signs on the walls. I thought of myself getting a wee bit older. The annual birth reminder is coming up soon and I get to add another number to my odometer.

As usual in my world, it has me a bit freaked out. Have I mentioned I am not particularly fussed about my birthday? No one else's birthday bothers me as I rather enjoy in Hentai games them with a stick but mine just fucks me over every year...

Mostly 'cause I'm being poked with a stick.

As I was leaving the coffee shop, I saw a man across the street clearly beaten up by life. You know who I mean. They are those men and women who have fallen through the cracks of our carefully woven societal matrix. What led them to lose their way? What dreams did they have in school that were cast aside with a metallic thud into the great green refuse bin of their minds? How did they get here from there?

Was it a catastrophic event or a slow, imperceptible slide that caused them to lose their dreams?

With apologies to Martin Luther King Jr., I think we all have a dream. It is that which keeps us going. It's that thing that has been keeping me awake these last nights... not attaining what is my personalized version of idealism.

I think we have to keep an eye on our dreams. Call them goals if you like although I prefer to think that goals are the steps leading to the dream in hentai games. Either way, it's a marker to aim for in the far off, hazy distance like a purplish mountain across a lush green jungle filled valley.

As I've been going through my days recently, I've been asking myself if what I am doing is getting me closer or further from my dream. Have I become turned around in the immediate, lush lure of the jungle on the valley floor? Having a focal point seems to be comforting. Asking myself if what I am doing or saying is drawing me closer to that dream ensures I keep on track.

Some activities that do not move me forward may be necessary for survival and in those instances I complete them as quickly as possible. If they aren't necessary for continued existence and they don't move me toward my dreams and goals, then they need to be cast aside as useless fodder. They aren't worthy of my time.

For the record, hanging out with people just for shits and giggles has tremendous value (inclusive of reading smut at the coffee shop and flashing the cover at free hentai games... which is just a fucking hoot for its own sake). Mental vacations are as necessary for survival as food, water and shelter, particularly in our world of overly abundant stressors. People and socialising are never included in the category of useless fodder.

So as my Natal Sabbath approaches and I consider; a) how my dreams have changed over the years (downgraded slightly from the delusion of being the next Messiah) and, b) how I seem to have gotten misdirected a bit, I can't help thinking I'm another year toward an ever imposing century mark and haven't attained that dream.

Perhaps that's the point. If I attain that perfect dream, I have nothing else to strive for... and will wind up pulling a Brian Wilson refusing to get out of bed for anything more than a pee break, a crap and a box of saltines with peanut butter... and to feel the ocean breeze caress my face.

It's either all of that or Sadie Hawkins Day has me a bit freaked out. (That's today... apparently.)

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