and shes wearing a lease ,he be wearing sunglasses and black leather jacket theres also 2 other women in as well.it looks like its from the 80s.Theres another scene in it where the same girl is going at it with a guy on a chair she got big natural tits.
No I am afraid not, However, Please realize that Porn destroys, see in this Video the lives of those destroyed by those involved in the Industry
Dead Porn Stars Memorial www.shelleylubben.com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0q_VGacfNk
By far, the most searched for terms on the internet are related to pornography. Pornography is rampant in the world today. Perhaps more than anything else, Satan has succeeded in twisting and perverting sex. He has taken what is good and right (loving sex between a husband and wife) and replaced it with lust, pornography, adultery, rape, and homosexuality. Pornography can be the first step on a very slippery slope of ever-increasing wickedness and immorality (Romans 6:19). The addictive nature of pornography is well documented. Just as a drug user must consume greater and more powerful quantities of drugs to achieve the same “high,” pornography drags a person deeper and deeper into hard-core sexual addictions and ungodly desires.
The three main categories of sin are the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life (1 John 2:16). Pornography definitely causes us to lust after flesh, and it is undeniably a lust of the eyes. Pornography definitely does not qualify as one of the things we are to think about, according to Philippians 4:8. Pornography is addictive (1 Corinthians 6:12; 2 Peter 2:19), and destructive (Proverbs 6:25-28; Ezekiel 20:30; Ephesians 4:19). Lusting after other people in our minds, which is the essence of pornography, is offensive to God (Matthew 5:28). When habitual devotion to pornography characterizes a person’s life, it demonstrates the person is not saved (1 Corinthians 6:9).
For those involved in pornography, God can and will give the victory. Are you involved with pornography and desire freedom from it? Here are some steps to victory: 1) Confess your sin to God (1 John 1:9). 2) Ask God to cleanse, renew, and transform your mind (Romans 12:2). 3) Ask God to fill your mind with Philippians 4:8. 4) Learn to possess your body in holiness (1 Thessalonians 4:3-4). 5) Understand the proper meaning of sex and rely on your spouse alone to meet that need (1 Corinthians 7:1-5). 6) Realize that if you walk in the Spirit, you will not fulfill the lusts of the flesh (Galatians 5:16). 7) Take practical steps to reduce your exposure to graphic images. Install pornography blockers on your computer, limit television and video usage, and find another Christian who will pray for you and help keep you accountable.
I posted this earlier, but only got one answer, so please..I need to see what everyone thinks….
This is an excerpt from my story. I just wanna know if it’s any good.
Tom is still standing on the other side of the long hallway, his lip bleeding. My heart is beating so fast I feel like I could die. I’m still panting heavily, my asthma acting up. Despite all of this, Xander is still standing calmly beside of me, looking over at me every few minutes.
My heart skips another beat, and I’m on the floor twitching uncontrollably. Tom is laughing, and Xander is still the same. He looks down at me, and I look up. Our eyes meet in that gaze yet again. I realize that I’ve been screaming in pain for the past few minutes.
"You’re no going to win, Tom," Says Xander. Tom laughs, and runs towards him, long locks of auburn hair blowing behind him, his sword in hand. He finally makes it up to Xander, Who just scoots to the side when Tom approaches him with his deadly sword, but to my surprise, he stops at me. He looks down and holds the brass sword to my struggling throat.I gasp for breath. My own fiance.
"Who’s gonna save you now, Ashy?" he taunts. I look to the side where Xander no longer stands. "Now that your big sissy is gone?" he finishes. I manage to groan a few words.
"It was you. You killed Laura Mauvais, didn’t you?" I barely manage to say that much. He begins laughing harder than before.
"Who else? Why would I hesitate?" he laughs. I can feel my face turning into a bright red, and can feel my rage surging through my tiny body.
"Because. We were friends. We were going to stick together until the very end," I hiss.
He just laughs a little louder.
"Well- HA! How should I rid of you, Ashy? Should I just slit your throat and get it over with, or choke you to make it take as long as it can for me to enjoy your agony?" he giggles.
A tear forms in my icy eyes. I wonder why he would do such a thing. I wonder what Xander will do with my soul; or if he’ll spare me…so we can at last be together. As I ponder, I open my eyes and Tom slits my lip. I scream in pain. He then holds it up to my limp, helpless body right next to my dying heart. I close my eyes and bite my bleeding lower lip. I hear a splatter and then a loud BOOM and open my eyes.
Tom is laying on the floor bleeding the same as Laura did. The same horrible death, but I feel no pain or sympathy. I look to my side to find Xander, but fail. Instead I close them again and feel a cloth against my pale eyes. I open my eyes to see nothing. Instead, I just feel the blindfold that covers my eyes. I close them slowly for a minute before I feel a perfect warm kiss on my mouth. The person’s lip has got to be made for mine. He pulls away slowly and unfolds me.
I reopen my eyes and see Xander, standing there smiling with a bit of blood on his lip. My blood. I look at him in awe. The long dark hair with the crimson tint and his pointed teeth. His too tll body and clawed hands. The average works of a demon. And yet- I know why he saved me. It wasn’t for my soul this time. It was for me. I stare into his red eyes for a moment before finally passing out, asleep in the midsts of the hallway.
50 minutes ago - 1 week left to answer
It’s good, but I’m not a fan of the whole present-tense writing style. I prefer past tense.
E.g.
Present tense: I stare in to his red eyes for a moment before passing out, asleep in the midst of the hallway.
I prefer: I stared in to his red eyes for a moment before passing out, asleep in the midst of the hallway.
The idea is to use an activity to promote relationship/friendship skills in children with autism. The game is called Minefield. One child is blindfolded and has to navigate a space that has "mines" (cones). The other child has to call out directions to the blindfolded child to prevent him/her from hitting a mine. How can I promote friendship skills? The only thing I can think of is having the children make a positive comment after each turn - "great job" etc.
I think the main issue is that the 2 children need to work cooperatively in order to complete the minefield. The person that is calling out directions needs to be very observant and accurate so that his partner is able to navigate accurately. If the "caller" doesn’t care whether or not his partner succeeds, he won’t be especially motivated to do a good job calling directions. I would make sure that the children know that there are rewards for pairs who successfully navigate the minefield. (And I would have a very liberal definition of success.)
Having said that, I would have some reservations about using this game as a way to promote relationships in children with autism. You didn’t say how old these kids are, or what their developmental and social levels are. I teach young kids on the autism spectrum, and there is no way in the world that this would be a successful activity for us. Many of the kids would resist the blindfold, most would not have the verbal communication skills to call out accurate directions, and none of them would find it motivating to be responsible for talking a peer through an obstacle course. Perhaps this would be do-able with an older, more verbal group. The other thought that occurs to me is that if you were pairing up a person who has autism with a neurotypical person, that this might be a relationship skill activity.
More specifics might help get you a more accurate answer.
it started off as just a little description but i guess the point of this story is to get an understanding of this persons lifestyle. i know its a little random but most of what i included is there for a very specific reason. any edits or revisions are GREATLY appreciated. my excuse for the unsophisticated vocab is that im twelve. thanks for any help
A lot of people are nervous when they’re alone, but I actually quite enjoy being by msyelf. I take a weekend out of every month to spend some time in the woods a few miles away from my regular house.
When I was a young girl, my mother would show me every nook and cranny of the beautiful forest. Sometimes we brought a blindfold along, and I would feel along the jagged wood of the sugar pines and live oaks. Ma felt it was important to get to know the trees before we were able to live with them in harmony. She would repeatedly ask me, “How would you like to have a stranger waltz in on your home without so much as a greeting?”
I have always felt more of a connection with nature than with other people. I thank Ma profusely for introducing me to the inner workings of the gorgeous world of the forest. She has been gone for over a decade. But whenever I visit the trees, it’s like we are back in 1990, laughing and dancing together under the bright moonlight.
Tonight is the last Friday of the month. I pack up my bags and my tent and journey into my true home. I always stay in a clearing that is cozy enough to feel safe, but simultaneously open enough to have a place for a tent and a campfire.
The experience is infinitely more satisfying during the wee hours of the night than during the day; the people in my town are quiet but the animals are very much alive. I apply bug spray and set up my tent before enjoying a meal of fruit and veggies. This process has been repeated so many times over the years that I don’t even have to think while going through the procedure. I set up a campfire and roast some marshmallows, humming to myself and staring at the stars.
Sometimes I’ll see my mother’s face smiling down at me, with her “eyes” twinkling more than the other stars. Other times I’ll see my brother and sister, or my father. If I connect the dots correctly, I can paint almost anything in the sky. I envision hearts and names and apples, teddy bears and jeans and ships, hands and clocks and airplanes.
I draw for hours in my head, until I get tired and simply stare at the moon. It’s so amazing how far away it is, but it appears so tangible. If I lift my hand in front of my eyes, I can pinch it. When the moon gets full, I can almost see the details of the craters.
I check my watch. 3:00 AM. It’s time to perform. I retrieve my guitar from the tent and strum a few times, pondering on what songs I should play. I have been spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about my mother recently, so I decide to dedicate this performance to her.
I call the attention of the pine cones, the tanoak trees, and the crickets, as the sounds of the forest seem to almost settle. My lungs fill with air before I proclaim, “This one’s for Rachel Carson!” I blend all of her favorite songs together as my habitat patiently listens. Blackbird flows into Across the Universe, which in turn transforms into And I Love Her as the Beatles’ works of art soothe my family of critters and plants. Let it Be follows Hey Jude, and Yesterday completes the mixture.
After a moment’s silence, I decide to save her all-time favorite tune for last. Tears roll down my cheeks as I begin to sing John Lennon’s Imagine. Earth holds its breath as I look up at the glowing sky. “You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will live as one.”
oh and the story was inspired by– http://a3.twimg.com/profile_background_images/78541591/assholeonmyelbow.jpg
i liked this a lot. the ending was very cute and i really liked the line about painting things in the sky. the description is very good. the only thing i’d suggest is to change the 1st sentence. try to pull the reader in a little more.
this is a really wonderful story. i hope you keep writing; you’re very talented!!
So what’s the big deal about Gov. David Paterson getting one for free?
He is the Governor! You mite call it a fringe benefit of the office.Now I have to look at it as the same value as flour front stage tickets for Twisted Sister.I don’t think it would be much fun missing out on a memory.