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For some reason we got off the track in "Tranny Listings & Events" and started posting riviting sex stories. Joel in particular astounded us. We had to start a new topic called "Book Of Joel" ( Forums > TransNYC > Book of Joel). This is where we left off...
All of this great filth reminds me of the BRILLIANT magazine STH (Straight To Hell) from the 80's. I know Bobby and Hattie will remember it. It was a magazine filled with stories just like these that real people sent in. Then genius "National Inquirer" type titles were added like "Sucked Black Cock Till He Was 72" (I can't really remember any of the titles now but they were fabulous) It was also a night at the Pyramid Club. Maybe we should start a STH tribute topic. People write about their hottest expirences.
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Rose Royale:
Hey guys
This topic relates to all things related to transexuals and their admirers. It's very interesting how guys who are into the gender variant population got started, and a good way to begin to understand the phenomenon. They're really an underclass that needs to be heard in a way that is not associated with "filth." Most are very shy and don't need to be discouraged from posting.
So please start a topic on filth somewhere else. One would think that you get your fill of filth at those places you frequent!

I stay away from the boards for one day and look what happens!
Gets Sucked Off by Disneyland Janitor
Johnny - there are compilations of all (or very nearly all!) the STH stuff from Leyland Publications -- titles like 'Boyd McDonald's "Cream", "Juice" etc..' I think there are @ 7 volumes out - for lovers of true literary raunch (i.e. 'Wound Up as the Meat in a Sandwich'). Of course there's lots of editorializing by the old perv himself too!

ps. make sure it says S.T.H. - or you might not get the real thing - there are lots of copycats.
Could I? Me the Vurgin queen that I am I could say a few words reagarding my adventures... There was one time a few years ago I ad met an EMT worker thru aol, and he picked me up at my parents house in yonkers at 8:30 am , my father asked where are you going like that at this hour? I said a photo shoot, well it was sort of ..someone shot.. si we go to a wefare hotel in the bronx and had sex 3 times within 2 hours, by 10:15am I was home makeup wasked off, standing in the kitchen, my mother had just woken up an says why do you have eye makeup on I said eell I was playing with makeup last night and never washed it off.. they never knew what hit me but my legs were shaking for hours, til later on that night I was walking ever so gingerly down some damn street in the west village with white thigh high stockings and a miniskirt, with a gstring on I was bending over in the middle of the street to pull up my stockings, and a boob popped out of my blouse, oops wella young latino guy approached me and we were making out and such, but looking for an alley way or something. We ended up in a porta potty on the west side highway, facing the highway, the lock was broken it could have swung open at anytime, btu thank godit didnt, and again I hwas deflowered! all that in one day!
I nabbed this from "Lucky Bitches" It's from Goblin.

hey gays!!

i'm fresh off short mt. where i had (i think) my best time there EVER!! keep reading and you'll understand why...

so, instead of putting these lil' tales in "it happened last night" or something, i thought i'd open up a frank, honest discussion of the young boyz who have made our lives so sweet. praise them! adore them! ABUSE them!!! (as long as it's consensual.)

i had second thoughts about posting such a "brag." but my third thoughts said GO FOR IT! and so did sammy jo. and besides, i'm as amazed by it as i am proud of it. if i could bottle whatever it is i'm putting out there i could make a million. (mebbe thru an advertisement in freshmen mag.)

let the tales begin...

the first one was ameh.
18, half costa rican, absolutely GORGEOUS.
met him at the oregon country fair, then saw him again at burning man.
he walked up to me and started chattin' me up with a twinkle in his eyes.
asked me how old i was...
"wow! that's old!"
"it is not!! how old are you??"
(i crossed my fingers) "20???"
"ha ha! no. i'm 18.," he casts a look my way and then says, "just legal."
"oh REALLY??"
so he became my burning hot burning man boyfriend (you shoulda seen us tear it up on the dancefloor) and i saw him a coupla more times around san fran and santa cruz. the sex was incredible (i LOVED watchin' his eyes roll back in ecstacy) and he liked it to last for hours.

at the mountain i got to see rayn. he and i have had an ongoing long distance romance for over a year now.
it's been about that long since i had seen him and we had never - how do you say? - consummated our relationship. he's a cute, lil' 20 yr. old southern twink. super sweet. and so we took care of some unfinished business.

then there was wally. another 20 yr. old. 6'4", hair dyed into a yellow and green spiral, pretty cute. he lives at ida - a neighboring community that booze-wah used to call home.
he ended up being a great lay but not really anyone i wanted to talk to very much. and with so many others around i didn't want to get caught up in him. so i let that one slide.

but the hottest was shadow. oh shadow.
i had met him in s.f. he was a straight street kid that got taken in by my friend antler. they became sorta boyfriends even though he's still more into girls. well, antler had told me that he didn't find many boyz attractive.
so antler asked him, "well then, what boyz DO you find attractive?"
he answered, "texxx." (that's MY name in certain circles.)
with that in mind our flirtation got more and more intense but he was antler's boy and there was never an opportunity for anything, y'know?!
he dropped by my apt. unannounced the day before i was leaving. (hmmmm...) i told him to talk antler into bringing him to the gathering.
well, lo and behold, one night i'm
sitting at dinner and i get called over to another
table and who should be sitting there but antler and shadow. i was happy.
i spent ALOT of time on the drums this time around and that night was no different. shadow came out to the fire and before long had his shirt off - his body is SLAMMIN'!!! - and had EVERYONE'S attention.
(did i tell you he's an incredible poet, didj player, and breakdancer????)
we made eye contact across the fire and he started
dancing over towards me. he planted himself right in front of my drum and started WORKING me with belly dance moves. rollin' his tummy, shakin' his ass, droppin' to his knees and then rolling all the way down on his back and back up again...
the faeries were SCREAMING and CHEERING the both of us on.
i was totally hypnotized but i never missed a beat.
it was epic.

a day or so later he asked me to paint his face. so i did - blacked out eyes and white lines and dots, full on tribal style. we headed off together from there to sit on the couch in the main cabin.
before too long the tents in our trousers sent us running back to my tent in the woods.
it was Magic.
watching this BURNING HOT naked tribal boy do his thang. i was thanking the goddess throughout and plan to offer some gifts on my altar (maybe some mcnuggets?) once i get settled here in houston.

we spent most of the rest of my days there together. finishing up in a hot three-way on my last morning with rayn.

ahh, short mt., tennessee.
where the goods are odd and the odds are good.

so who wants to cum down in the spring????
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Walked into the mensroom at Union Station in Washington DC and was pissing at the urinal when a small deminutive white man about 35 wearing glasses and an ill-fitting suit shuffled up to the urinal
next to me and unzipped his fly. Reeling out an extremely over-sized ( both in length and girth) cock, he let it swing loose and it came to rest on the edge of the urinal. Pissing like a racehorse and moaning loadly at the same time, he glanced over at me and smiled. I commented on the amazing size of his flaccid member and asked if it got larger as it got harder. He said it rarely got fully hard but when it did it was twice the size as when it was soft. Now hanging there soft it appeared to be about 8 or 9 inches. I asked if I could get a closer look and he suggested we go some place more discreet. Following him to a back stairwell in the train station and down the stairs to an empty basement area, he stopped abruptly and turned around to face me with his already hardened prick in his hand. It had trully doubled in size. It looked like a small baseball bat. About 16 inchs long and as big around as my fore arm and with a fat dickhead like a peach. The piss hole was an open slit big enough to stick my little finger in. I quickly reached under him to feel his balls which were average but full and round. I dropped to my knees and attempted to get it in to my mouth but to no avail. I jerked it and smacked it and gave it several little nibbles and then licked the fat head until it started to drip pre-cum like a leaky faucett. The next thing I knew he bent over and with his face next to mine, stuffed about half of it into his own mouth. I worked on the remaining 8 inchs and his balls and together we succeeded in getting him to shoot his load. I watched as he swallowed every drop. I wondered later if he could also get that thing up his butt. I wish I had asked.
Alot of you Jackie 60 regulars might remember my friend Jane (from the BBC). She was the one in the DJ Booth always with some piece of Latino eyecandy or some exotic Arabian knight. She would usually be the one reaping the benefits of late-night "Party Naked". I recently found out that she keeps a journal of her (s)exploits. I read one chapter about Redline Richie that was incredible. She also has one on Flowrider. I've asked her to start posting here. You will drool!
One of her obsessions for years now has been professional boxers. She knows them all! Chi Chi and I ran into her the other night as she was dragging ****** (had to delete his name, unbelievably devastating middleweight beauty) into her love-lair. Even Mommy gagged! Jane is a true Jackie legend. I hope I can get her here to show you why.
(Baldwins right away!)

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being back at my dad's house for the start of STH is just TOO perfect. AND the current news stories to boot... let's begin.

when my dad remarried (the first time) i got a new stepmother and two stepbrothers. l****, the older of the two, was a year younger than me and lived at my dad's house with his mom. and it was his bedroom - the bottom bunk to be exact - that i would stay in on my "bi"-weekly visits to that house. (every other weekend, natch.)

we were at a very curious age. and even before our parents married we were learning together the joys of masturbation and the excitement of ejaculation. it was all so new!!

neither of us considered ourselves gay so we approached it through "truth or dare" - always including both of us daring the other at some point to "suck my dick." this relationship went on for YEARS - me, between 14-17; him, 13-16. we would jerk off together, jerk each other off, watch each other jerk off, suck each other's dicks... but NO kissing and NO anal anything. (i remember one time i almost came just laying naked next to each other.) and we would do it over and over again each night that we were together. and our parents were asleep on the other side of the wall. we did it in hotels on family trips, in the boathouse at our lakehouse, in a guestroom at my grandmother's...

i just this week found out that i was the first in a string. he and his school friends were playing the same kinda games when he would go spend the night out. (that little boy whore!!)

what i wouldn't give for one more night with him. especially now when i think of him in his new job... (can you handle this???)

George W.'s personal assistant!!!!
as in, the smithers to his mr. burns.
as in, when laura calls her husband my step-bro answers the cell phone.
as in, he's got the president's "pilot" in his palm!!

hmmm, maybe i could talk my way into a night in lincoln's bedroom. but only if he came along.
get this...
my sister told me about the other boyz!
she still runs with some of his old friends.

AND she told me that there's an article about him in the current issue of TALK magazine - the one with herr rudy on the cover. (i'll post the page number as soon as i see it for myself.) just look for the picture of him carrying the "first dog."

then ask yourself - which one in this picture is really BUSH'S BITCH??!!
A few years back I gave up a broom closet share on Seventh Street & First Ave and moved to a huge, two bedroom apartment in Park Slope with a plutonic gay male friend. (I only stayed there a year before deciding I couldn't deal with the commute and fled back to Manhattan). Anyway, my roommate and I agreed to have separate phone lines, and I used a pre-existing one in my bedroom. But my roomie had to have a brand new one installed, so he arranged for a NYNEX guy to come out on a Saturday morning.

Low and behold, it's Saturday morning, but my roomie never came home Friday night (he forgot the appointment and crashed at his boyfriend's pad). I'm sleeping in my bed wearing only my boxer-briefs when the door buzzes. I get up, put on my robe and see it's the phone guy. He's alone, about 5'6" and a total Guido, black hair, green eyes, a goatee, about 30 y.o. Stocky build. Big lips. Instantly I'm hot, I usually have raging hard-ons first thing in the morning anyway. I let him in and show him to my roomie's bedroom and he gets to work. After a few minutes of course I go back in there and offer him some water, but this time only in my boxer briefs with my 7 1/2" hard-on clearly visible. He looks me over and says "yes" to the water, which I bring back in a moment later. I wait in the living room some more, then he finishes installing my roomie's phone line.

Then I told him I'd like to give him a tip for his trouble. He asks in his best Bensonhurst accent, "what did you have in mind?" at which point I start to unzip his fly. He says, "wait a second", drops his toolbox, goes to the sofa, drops his jeans and briefs, sits down and spreads his legs really wide and this fat, ultra-thick hard 7-incher is staring back at me. I drop to my knees in front of him and he installed the real tool into my hungry mouth. I devoured that pole like it was the last one on Earth, until he got so aroused he stood up, grabbed my head and starts fucking my mouth! Then he pulls out just in time to shoot a thick wad of jism all over my neck and chin.

We didn't say a word as he dressed, but when I unlocked the door to let him out he says, "thanks for the tip".
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Once when I was in Rome at the train station, I stopped into the men's room ( again!) and was standing at the open urinals when a young male hustler came in. Walking up to the urinal next to me he quickly flopped out a perfect example of an italian sausage. Long and thick and an endless foreskin, he let it hang there as he rolled his big brown eyes at me and smiled. He put it back in his pants and walked toward the door looking back at me to follow him. We walked to an empty train parked to the side of the trainyard and entered an empty car. He quickly unzipped my fly . Dropping to his knees he started sucking my dick and not to well I thought. He had both hands on my butt and was moving his hands all around furiously. Suddenly I was aware that he had taken my wallet out of my back pocket and had put it in his boot.. I let him continue to suck my dick as I fucked his throat and held him tightly by the hair until I shot my load down his throat. He stood up, smiled and wiped his mouth, muttered something in italian under his breath and ran out the door. I counted to three and followed him. He never looked back once to see if I was behind him. I followed him out of the station and down the avenue. Turning up a side street he ducked into an alley to count his booty. As he had my wallet open and was just about to examine the contents, I reached around behind him and grabbed it out of his hand. He swung around in disbelief and his jaw dropped when he saw me. I said in italian " Wrong! I'm from New York City baby and where I come from we will pay for it but there's no need to steal." I handed him the italian eqivelent of $10 and said" That's about all that sloppy blow-job of yours was worth but if you wanna make another $50 drop your pants and bent over." Without missing a beat, he dropped his pants and bent over, revealing a beautiful ass and an already greased hole. I fucked him in the alley for at least 20 mins until he, jerking off as he rode my big dick, collapsed in a heap shooting his load all over his leg. I gave him the fifty and a big wet kiss on those full lips and told him to stop stealing from his tricks. He was sitting on the ground smiling up at me with his pants still around his ankles when I walked away.
This past weekend, I went up to the Adirondacks to get a brief respite from war-torn Manhattan. I took Amtrak to a small town in the foothills, then a taxi to the cottage of an old friend. I had been given the keys, so I had the whole place to myself. I had forgotten that 1) It's 20 degrees colder in the mountains this time of year, and 2) hunting season is at full throttle right about now. Well, since I neglected to bring anything red, I was not going to venture into the woods at all, so I settled down with a few good books and a full fridge.
One morning, I got up and was sitting out on the verandah, catching a few rays of sun, when a brown pickup truck drove by, then came back and stopped. A guy got out, maybe in his forties and introduced himself to me. Very weathered and huge hands. A few broken teeth in his mouth. He knew my friend and said his name was Bill. Nice blue eyes. He told me he was just starting a goat farm nearby and had lived in the area all his life. As soon as he found out I was from New York, he began to tell me how his wife didn't understand him. I, of course, took that as a cue and invited him in. Soon, I got sick of listening to the particulars of goat farming, and went for the gold. His body was nearly hairless and and built from, I dunno, pullin' a plow himself. His dick was about 10 inches and uncut and fat as a tree limb. Wotta logger! And he sure knew how to eat ass. Guess there really is gold in them... Anyway, we must've carried on for six hours. Then he got up and said he had to pick up his 19 year old son who was out hunting. I said, well feel free to send your son over too. He smiled and said we'll see.
The next day the same truck pulls up and a young guy gets out, about 19 or so and introduces himself. All I can say is, like father, like son. In every way.
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an AGGIE?????
you've got to be bullshittin' me!!!!
well, you know what they say...
ain't nuthin' in texas but steers and queers.
guess he didn't have no horns.

for those of you who weren't fortunate enough to be reared in this the largest of the 48 contiguous states - A & M stands for agricultural and mechanical. it's where you go to major in animal husbandry and tractor engineering.

i guess these farmers have a thing for old goats.
(sorry, hattie. i couldn't resist.)
When I was 13, my mother and father took a day trip to Ohio to see my uncle and my brother closest to me in age was suppose to keep an eye on me while they were away. He did a really good job by getting me totally stoned. Later in the evening he had his girlfriend named Andrea come over, and they went downstairs in our family room where my brothers best friend Chris and I could hear her getting the life fucked out of her from where we were upstairs in the livingroom. Well at 13 almost anything can set you off, and the sound of this chick getting fucked so fierce was almost too much for me to handle. My brothers friend Chris was sitting in my dads big leather kings chair and I was laying on the couch. It was summertime and I could smell the patchouli oil mixed with pool chlorine coming off of Chris as the whirr of a big window fan blew his 17 year old smell in my direction. It was about 1 in the morning and the only cable channel in my town at the time put on a soft core movie called Lady Chatterly's Lover. I felt so strange watching this incredibly sexy period movie in the warmth of my summertime high with real sounds of fucking soming from downstairs and me being alone in the room with a boy I had thought about so much. Chris was the drummer in a local WHO cover band, and was by far the freakiest of all my brothers friends. It was 1978 and at 17 Chris had a full chest of super soft black hair, that he loved to show off almost as much as the huge dick he always stuffed in too tight Levi cut offs never with underwear. His hair looked kind of like Slash from Guns n Roses, and he wore a gold Italian horn around his neck. In the summer you never seen Chris with a shirt or shoes. He was totally tannned except for the parts that would peek out from his shorts when he would bend or sit down. His upper body was totally fine with really toned arms and pecs. I thought at one time I wanted to look just like him, he was so fucking sexy and so fucking groovy. Chris always spoke to me like an equal, where my bothers other friends always looked at me as the little brother. I was getting really freaked out because the movie was getting really graphic, showing hard dick and open pussy. I looked over at Chris to get his reaction, and he was kisked back in my dads chair with his big hard cock sticking out of his shorts, and it just stood completely upright and jerked back and forth all by itself. Chris looked right in my face and then moved his eyes to his cock and smiled. I didnt think, my mind completely went somewhere else and i got off of the couch, walked over to the side of the chair, took hold of probably a good nine inch horse dick and started playing with it and feeling it jerk really hard in my hands. I wanted to suck it soo bad, and I knew he would have probably let me, but I started to get scared. I sat on the arm of that big leather chair, layed my head on his furry chest and teased his dick for almost an hour, keeping my eyes on the movie, pretending everything was normal. Chris was breathing really hard and kept rubbing his hand on my hair. I had had orgasms of my own, but when his dick all of a sudden started to shoot, I couldnt believe it. About eight good thick squirts shot on my face and chin and hands, and when I moved his dick away from my face, it splashed on the right side of his chest. I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face and went back and layed back down on the couch. We never talked about it EVER. When I see him at holidays and visits home, I always wonder if he remembers it as perfectly as I do. I bet not.
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It was Thanksgiving nite 1993 and Faux Pas and I had just had a scrumptious meal at my friend Sara's place in Grammercy Park. I was full of fabulous food, fine wine, and fierce herb. What more could a single twentysomething fella want in New York City at midnite? What? Sex you say? Why yes in deed, don't mind if I do. The nite was that kind of cold that was actually refreshing from being in a pot filled apartment for several hours. The air had that healthy quality, that made you enjoy each crisp breath. I jumped in a taxi and headed to Times Square where I thought I would take in a midnite "movie" at this genius place called The Hollywood Twin at 48th st and 8th ave. Two theatres, one side straight porn, and the other side queer. Well of course I took my seat on the straight side. (For some reason "straight" dick always tastes better than queer cock.) Well the place was filled with all of those people who did the obligatory family thing that day and now needed to blow off some worked up steam, plus the "regulars" that would be there during flood or famine. Nobody was waving their welcome flag at me to join them, so I decided a little trip to the potty and soda machine might be a good thing. The bathrooms were down a staircase in the lobby that was right in the middle of the two theatres. I was busy trying to lite a cigarette and didnt notice I was barrelling down the steps right in the path of where someone was coming up the stairs. We collided, the hots off of my cig exploding onto both of our shirts. After taking care of the immediate problem, we looked at each other. You know that kind of glance into someones eyes that starts off fleeting, but gets stuck, and you can't escape. Without another word, he stepped up to meet me on the stairs and put his mouth against mine. I closed my eyes and let those fat juicy Dominican lips devour my mouth. I thought if this dude fucks like he kisses, I am in some serious danger. I might go absolutely cock crazy. His name was Edwin. He was a little taller than myself, tannish brown skin, big brown eyes, soft curly hair and a fucking monster trying to rip its way out of his pants pressed up against me. After several minutes of tongue hockey, the shiftless, old security guard made his way past us and told us to take it inside. Still without a word, I took him by the hand and led him not to the theatre, but around a corner where a staircase led to a desserted projection room. Edwin took his place about 3 steps above me, and hauled a thick, brown, uncut, 11 inch Dominincan "moronga" from his jeans. He had one of those fat, long, heavy cocks, that even when it was rock hard, had a genius arc to it that made it so fierce to push down my throat. Like the weight of the meat wouldnt let it stand completely up. I sucked that cock for a good two hours, knowing just when to slow down, when I felt it kinda pulse and jerk in my throat. My face was wet with spit and tears.(I love when its so big it makes you cry.)I kept eating that dick, like I had never tasted anything as good in my life. Edwin had huge nuts, and was more than happy to take over blowing himself if I could just help him out by giving his balls a good slobbering. I had never in all my life seen a man who could swallow so much of their own dick, especially with the crazy arc it had. He sucked just like me, like he was THIRSTY. I felt his nuts starting to tighten up, and knew it wouldn't be long. He let that huge cock kinda flop out of his mouth just in time for me to reposition and catch it like a dog in my mouth. Papi's cock started spraying and not knowing why I felt safe in doing it, I drank every drop of his sweet load and then stuck my tongue in his mouth because I knew he was the type that would want to taste his own milk. Edwin was my Papi for almost 2 and a half years. Thru all the lies, and mountains of coke, that dick had me hooked and blind for one hell of a long time. I sucked his dick about 2 months ago. Eddie is older, and for some reason it's like a totally different piece in my mouth. I know thats psychological on my part, but for as FIERCE as that shit was for so long, the spell is sooooooo broken. But memories are usually better than the real thing anyway. Don't you think?
I love the word as well. It is a very backwoods, country Dominican slang word that has a translation as the unsheathed cock of a horse. Other spanish speaking countries are not really familiar with the word, and Dominican people consider it very low brow. You see I am capeable of offending in more than one language. i guess I can forget a job with the U.N.
Well..I have lived a long and prosperous life and I have never come across that word...Now I will be forced to go out and get a taste of some "Moronga"
Thank you Sweetie. I wanted some of that Edwin Moronga for the longest time but left it alone because:
1) He was the property of my good sister Sweetie.
2) He told me I wasn't a big enough gal. That I should go put on an "extra" hundred pounds or so and maybe he might think about giving me a taste of that "Moronga".

It seems it would have been quite worth it. I love a man that can blow his own horn.
I am really shocked that the two of you NEVER REALLY had Edwin. True he is a notorious chubby chaser, but he also has a fierce fetish for old men. I was his youngest lover ever. All either of you would have had to do is flash a little liver spot and that huge dominican snake could have been yours. See botox, male girdles, and sheep placenta are good for the over fifty crowd in one respect, but not everyone goes for that super moisterized, clinique bronzed, dye job "mature" man effect. Discard those Pat Field victim duds and opt for more age appropriate wardrobes. I hate to see two wonderful old timers missing out on hot latino dick. Take a trip to The Townhouse and take a peek how other men your age look, you could go together and maybe they would think you were really long in the tooth hustlers. Wouldn't that be cute? By the way Johnny, we found your truss in the Cheez Whiz bathroom, I don't know if the urine stains were already on it, or if it got too close to the toilet. I saved it in the bag with your extra set of teeth.
Well sure JD I know it's rotten when they take away your years of experience and wisdom by comparing you to some young chicken like me. Don't be too hard on Sweatie, she's getting old and senile and can't tell people apart. I think it's the fact that you still look so young that she compared you to me. And I have a surprise coming for Sweatie real soon..when she least expects it too! You'll see....
Its awesome! I have been having the best sex ever, it started off lasting 1 hour now its 3 , 3 hours of nonstop thrashy slapping, bitting pinching screaming madness, I am going to have to get a new hip with this one! I must tell yoy for a little guy he is sure another story!! he has power ans stregnth, he throws me around and I am a big girl. but let me tell you boys and girls... my neighbors have heard it all I am not a quiet one not at all I am a huge screamer, and sometimes noises come out that I never knew existed!

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