<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:26:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Day I Dream About Sex</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-115829874112851738</id><published>2006-09-14T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:39:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asphyxia</title><content type='html'>Wow, finish after this long...guess I can. Sorry for the hiatus, was trying to figure out whether to continue or not. Time to start back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after fucking her for awhile I drove my dick deep into her as she was cumming and I felt her body arch and meet me, sending me deeper into her. She shuddered and dug deep into my back with her nails. It felt like she was floating in the air, legs locked around mine, hips stuck to mine, nails drawing blood across my back. My dick was rock hard and I could feel the veins in it about to rip open. Immediately my hands went around her neck and she let go of my back grasping my wrists. We were so into it that she locked legs with me and I leveraged myself to raise her in the air. My hands gripped her tight and I could hear her raspy breathing, as I fucked her hard forcing air out. She let out a noise and my thrusts started to get harder and faster. I felt her legs start to slide off me and she was gripping my wrists hard. Her mouth opens to take a breath and only a small amount of air can get into her. I look at her and see how her mouth is open, straining for breath...she goes limp. My cock explodes and shoots cum so hard into her pussy and pulsates and throbs as I dump loads of cum into her pussy. Looking at her she is still laying there, mouth open shallow breaths flowing in her. She jerks and sits up taking a BIG breathe. What did she dream about? This I will tell later =) For Gracie I hope to fill your need for sexual asphyxia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-115829874112851738?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/115829874112851738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=115829874112851738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/115829874112851738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/115829874112851738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/09/asphyxia.html' title='Asphyxia'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114844249605823320</id><published>2006-05-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:48:16.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anal....</title><content type='html'>So I start fucking that fisted pussy, just to make her cum all over my dick. Suprisingly it was still tight. Not sure what to expect since this was the first for me with a whole hand. Anyway I don't beleive myself to be that endowed to feel like that is reason number one for it being tight. Come on, a whole hand? So she immediately cums within minutes and whispers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do with me what you want, I'm yours". Never one to turn down a request I roll her over and tell her that her tight little asshole is mine.....Sorry have to wait to finish =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114844249605823320?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114844249605823320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114844249605823320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114844249605823320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114844249605823320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/anal.html' title='Anal....'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114834350304146773</id><published>2006-05-22T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:17:05.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisting, Anal, Asphyxia</title><content type='html'>FISTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome weekend. Nothing to say but describe what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual weekend of going out to party at the clubs and ran into alot of people. Nice now that it is getting hot out. Girls in little to nothing is very nice. Ok, so we are cruising the bars and I am in dire need of some new girl/girls. Meet a couple and hear about this other one from some girls we know, how much she wants me (this friend of theirs). Sure whatever, I have been hearing this for weeks and weeks and nothing has come of it. Tired of hearing it so until it happens...whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see one of my girls and she comes over tagging along, following us around the bar. I told her I didn't care, as long as she was cool with me hitting on other girls. She was like sure. Guess she knew if nothing happened then she was definitely in....which happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to my place and I immediately tell her, "Get your clothes off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there for a second debating on something. "Everything, bra and panties too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally naked I walked around her and she pulled her hands to her chest and I whipped my hand and SWACK! Right across her ass. It actually was harder than I planned but knew it was okay when she dropped her hands and moaned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to kiss her back working down her legs and calves to her feet. Then working my way between her legs my finger felt for her pussy. "Dripping wet! Just like the slut that you are! Are you my slut? My slut for whatever I please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, do what you want with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, she was right on cue with no prodding. Of course all the text mesgs and emails she has sent do pay off. I tend to pick up on things and remember exactly what turns people on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bend over, keep your legs straight and hold on to your ankles. Yes that's it slut. Now keep your mouth shut while I fuck that cunt with my fingers. You better make sure and ask me for permission to cum too! Did you hear me!?" With that I took a big swat across her ass, with my fingers extended trying to catch a little bit of her pussy lips. She jumped and hissssed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked one, two, three, fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Then remembering about her talk of my hand in her pussy, I laid her down and said, "I am now going to work all my fingers into your pussy. Then let you watch as my hand is in that tight, wet pussy moving in and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please let me cum! Please let me cum!" she blurted out so quickly it caught me off gaurd. Quickly I said yes but only with my dick in your mouth. I turned and stuffed my dick down her throat and jammed my two middle fingers into her pussy. Fucking her pussy as hard and fast as I could, until her boddy tightened and legs started to shake. This marked the start of her orgasm which I instinctively forced my dick into her mouth as far as it would go gagging her. She gagged and jerked and gagged and jerked wheezing when my dick finally fell out of her mouth. The only thing missing was my cum shooting down her throat, but I was not finished. She sat up and immediately put my fingers in her mouth licking and sucking them clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is my slut....lick that pussy juice off. Now get my whole hand nice and wet. Lay back down and spread those legs slut." With that I started working in two fingers and boy it seemed pretty tight. Then three fingers and then four. With four in I figured it best to work those for awhile and took a break with each finger. The reason  being is that every time one more finger went in this brought her to orgasm and she would always lick my fingers clean. Then the most amazing part was working that final finger into her pussy. Rotating and turning and pushing. Then with one final push, I felt my hand slowly enter her pussy. She was moaning and groaning soo much as my hand gently slid past her entrance and filled her. Once she accomadated my hand I slowly started to fist her pussy. My hand didn't mover far but enough to bring on multiple orgasms. Once I thought she had enough (I know my neigbors probably did!), I removed my hand slowly and as it passed back through her tight entrance...she let out one big howl and had multiple orgasms. She bent down and hungrily lapped my hand which was covered in a thick liquid, I had never seen or felt before! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is ANAL.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114834350304146773?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114834350304146773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114834350304146773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114834350304146773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114834350304146773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/fisting-anal-asphyxia.html' title='Fisting, Anal, Asphyxia'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114791700997758990</id><published>2006-05-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:50:09.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Pain Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/LovesPain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/320/LovesPain2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will have more to post on going out and stuff. Wanted to show my new tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114791700997758990?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114791700997758990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114791700997758990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114791700997758990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114791700997758990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/loves-pain-tattoo.html' title='Loves Pain Tattoo'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114756642586554628</id><published>2006-05-13T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:31:02.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From behind</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like the feeling of a tight asshole around your cock. That is what I miss right now. My ex loved a cock, deep in her ass shooting all my hot cum in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a mini vacation to Colorado (the actual state). Meet some fine brunette that was prime for the fucking. She was about 5'8" , bluish green eyes, just proportioned enough to be skinny but not too skinny. We met at the bar and I didn't think I had a chance with her but what the hell. She was getting out of a bad relationship (aren't we all?!). Anyway we talked and danced then went to an after party that a group of people had. Her eyes were so mesmerizing.....I had to fuck her and look at her eyes alot. Really loved fucking her doggystyle. Something about seeing an ass backing into your dick and feeling your dick at that angle that makes me cum hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a tatto from shoulder to shoulder . Tribal meaning is Loves Pain =)Hope this image loads right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/LovesPain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/320/LovesPain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114756642586554628?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114756642586554628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114756642586554628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114756642586554628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114756642586554628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-behind.html' title='From behind'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114697377982060123</id><published>2006-05-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:58:19.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer</title><content type='html'>So here is what she said she was dreaming............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shopping at the grocery store and kept feeling horny. Each aisle I went down I kept getting hornier and hornier. Then when I got to the fruit and vegetable area I saw some bananas I wanted. So I went over to the table and leaned to the top bunch that looked good and as I strained to reach the top my pussy and clit were at the level of the table. As soon as the table struck my pussy I immediately was needing to get off. When I looked around to see if anyone was looking I pushed my pussy against the border of the table. I then slid to the edge and started rubbing my clit against the corner and closed my eyes to begin an orgasm and opened them to see you above me as I came too, releasing the most pleasurable orgasm ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114697377982060123?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114697377982060123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114697377982060123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114697377982060123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114697377982060123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamer.html' title='Dreamer'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114689171161794751</id><published>2006-05-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:01:51.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Don't some weeks just suck ass? This couldn't get over any faster. Colorado is coming over to fuck and boy do I need it. D C has totally went AWOL as usual and she is the one that I want to to do the most....guess you want what we can't have. Ain't that always the shit! Its been awhile since I had anyone I guess anal. Colorado just text and said she wanted to feel my hard cock shooting cum in her ass. Well, I am not one to disappoint a girl so....I volunteered for that.  Kind of feel bad for Nevada. She is sooo nice but not right for me at this point. She is starting to feel to much like becoming a girlfriend so she will be out of the picture unfortunately. Her freaky side is nice to have but Colorado fulfills that for me and more. A new girl that started this week at work asked if I liked baseball because she had an extra ticket. Said I did but have my kids alot so it depends when. Figured this might back her off a bit, but it didn't. Not too many girls so far have. Guess I care soo much for my kids that is a bit of a soft spot for some girls. Very funny thing about younger girls is their willingness to date an older guy. Now I am not old by all means and look 7 or 8 years younger than I really am, but I try and let girls know my age so they are not fooled. Most are like I don't care, guys my age are assholes and idiots...I date older guys. Good thing I fuck like a young guy =) Anyway the girl at work is constantly checking me out and I want to do her just because. Well, one girl at work is enough and kind of have a felling two others are there for the picking but they are not as straight forward as Colorado. If any of them said fuck me or something to that effect that would be it. Have not had too many instances where I said no. Always kind of had an animal instinct to command and conquer.  Colorado jogged a memory today. Said she wanted to tape me fucking her in all holes and then watch it. Here is a true story of me and the ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charged up the camcorder to video tape our sexcapade after clubbin' . We always wanted to but never did. Always seemed pretty hot and heavy, so just to see we went out and had left the camcorder in the bedroom ready. We return home around 2:30 am...........&lt;br /&gt;"Get the camcorder quick!"&lt;br /&gt;"You look so hot naked, nice shaved pussy, tan skin, ghetto booty"&lt;br /&gt;"Tape me sucking your dick"&lt;br /&gt;So the tape continues to roll and shows her taking my dick in her mouth eyes closed, licking, sucking, tongue'n the shaft, etc.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get on the bed and you can tape me eating your pussy"&lt;br /&gt;More tape of me eating her pussy and sound of her breathing and trying to hold the camcorder as she starts to climax.&lt;br /&gt;"I have your dolphin and am going to fuck your pussy with it!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, put your dick in me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Open your legs"&lt;br /&gt;"No.."&lt;br /&gt;"Should I slap your ass?"&lt;br /&gt;no response&lt;br /&gt;WHACK!! I was drunk and just let one go.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit! that fucking hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;"open your legs"&lt;br /&gt;There that is better and as I worked the dolphin in and out of her pussy and turned it on slight vibrate her breathing picked up. Her legs were spread like she was taking in some dick and pussy juice was covering the dolphin. I started to see her legs tremble and a violent muscle spasm as her first wave hit her. Then I began to plunge the dolphin in and out till her legs relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;"I am leaving the dolphin in to fuck that asshole"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmm.....baby I want to feel you shoot your hot cum in my ass"&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to feel both of your toys in you? Fucking you and filling you at the same time".&lt;br /&gt;Normally she has to be on her stomach to take my dick in her ass but when she is drunk she is a little more relaxed. So I start to ease my dick in slowly and can feel the dolphin against my dick.&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh shit! that feels good! I can feel your dick filling my ass and the dolphing filling my pussy!"&lt;br /&gt;Once I was in then it was time to work this pussy over! Fucking her ass she was telling me how she felt totally helpless , legs spread wide and both holes filled. I told her to hold her legs spread out so I could work her ass over. It only took about 5 minutes and she started the most crazy orgasm ever. She bucked me off her and the dolphin shot out of her pussy when her orgasm started.  I jumped right back and started pumping her ass and she started another orgasm. When it was over she said that was the most incredible things she ever felt! So we were wondering and hoping the cam was in the right spot on the dresser to get that. I grabbed the camcorder from the dresser to video my favorite thing. ..&lt;br /&gt;Fucking her asshole I wanted to video a close up of her pussy and my dick going in her asshole. Then I turned to her and said are you ready? She shook her head and I clamped one hand around her neck and applied pressure and watched thru the camcorder. Her arms were spread out and her face was the normal brown. Then you see her mouth open a little to suck in air. You hear a muffled struggle for breath and her face now is turning red. I clamp down a little harder to cut any air from coming in and her forhead shows a vein protruding from it. Face is getting blue and now one hand is on my wrist. Her face twists and her other hand hits my arm and her body begins to contort slightly. My weight is on her and she hits my arm a couple of times as her face becomes a deep dark reddish blue color and then it happens. Mouth opens but no breathe and arms go slack, body goes slack. I let go and video my girl mouth open and asphyxiated. I blow into her mouth to make sure she takes a breathe and this cause her to swallow.  I start fucking her asshole some more and whisper to her to tighten that asshole. Instinctively she does and then lets go. More sternly in her ear I let her know to do it again and this time not to let go! I keep this up and all of a sudden just as I am going real good her body starts to gain rythm with mine. I start to whisper to her to cum...cum for me....cum .... I want u to cum.....cum for me baby.....squeeze my dick with that asshole....cum for me.......(I keep this rythm and tone almost sounds hypnotic on tape)...just as her body quakes in another orgasm I shoot my load in her ass. The start of her orgasm awakens her and she relates to me what she was dreaming of as she was passed out. To be continued........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114689171161794751?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114689171161794751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114689171161794751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114689171161794751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114689171161794751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114671243775733249</id><published>2006-05-03T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:58:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staind</title><content type='html'>EPIPHANY - STAIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words to me just a whisper  &lt;br /&gt;Your face is so unclear&lt;br /&gt;I try to pay attention&lt;br /&gt;Your words just disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's always raining in my head&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I speak to you in riddles&lt;br /&gt;'cause my words get in my way.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke the whole thing to my head&lt;br /&gt;And feel it wash away&lt;br /&gt;''cause I can't take anymore of this,&lt;br /&gt;I want to come apart,&lt;br /&gt;Or dig myself a little hole&lt;br /&gt;Inside your precious heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause its always raining in my head&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;A little boy inside&lt;br /&gt;That cries out for attention,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I always try to hide&lt;br /&gt;'cause I talk to you like children,&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;If the right thing is revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's always raining in my head&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I should have said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114671243775733249?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114671243775733249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114671243775733249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114671243775733249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114671243775733249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/staind.html' title='Staind'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114662348221671053</id><published>2006-05-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:31:22.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the large text not sure what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114662348221671053?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114662348221671053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114662348221671053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114662348221671053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114662348221671053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/text.html' title='Text'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114662301694636406</id><published>2006-05-02T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:24:51.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again STAINED came out with a deep song. (sigh) I have been depressed just thinking about things. My bro inlaw and I talked and even though I still love her I know I am better off without her. He said I am back to a happy person. Things in this song hit me because we argued so much Sunday that I thought we would never talk again. But she called and acted like things were normal on Monday. So once again I am right here waiting. Today when she picked up the kids she hugged me really tight and it felt so good. Get over this dumb bitch! My bro told me that he hated how verbally abusive she is and speaks in a condescending tone. This would grate on me too, but I put up with it. She just was a troubled soul that couldn't shake the past....bad childhood, etc. She even said she feels fucked up about relationships. Both parents married multiple times and the mother cheating on the dad multiple times before their breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tone of voice would be so degrading and she didn't have a clue. I talked to her multiple times about it and she wouldn't change. She swore she didn't do it on purpose and didn't know she did it. Only once did her verbal abusiveness lead to a confrontation. I will never forget this incident because I was the one that felt bad and almost broke off our relationship. At the time we were dating. We started off really great going to the club and she decided to order 4 shots to get the night going good. We danced and drank way too much and saw a girl from our work. Well, I saw her first and went to talk to the girl. My girl was dancing with some girls she knew so I left them to talk and get a drink. Well, here she comes walking by and just looks at me and keeps going. WTF? The girl asked what that was about? I didnt know so let me check. The minute I walked over she pushed me and was like, "Fuck you!". I guess I left her out on the dance floor and she didn't know where I was. "Go fuck that bitch you were talking to! That's why you left! Go fucking asshole, go fuck that slut". We ended up leaving before a scene ensued and I had to drive for 15 minutes as she screamed at me about wanting to fuck other girls and she knew that I was like that. Then she would start in with some really bad verbal abuse that hurt. Once we got home (we had separate apts) I told her to go home I didn't want her there. She cried and wouldn't get out of the door way. Finally after getting thru she grabbed me and was trying to push me around and I finally had to push her into the wall and she banged her head and fell crying saying I hurt her. Well, we ended up having sex and of course she said she didn't remember anything she said but was sorry.....Typical story for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STAIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I've been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;But Just give me a break and see the changes that I've made&lt;br /&gt;I've got some imperfections&lt;br /&gt;But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if you chose to walk away i'd still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not intending&lt;br /&gt;To be so condescending it's as much as I can take&lt;br /&gt;and you're so independent&lt;br /&gt;you just refuse to bend so I keep bending till I break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a commitment&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;I needed fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;I found what I need in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to relive all the mistakes I've made along the way&lt;br /&gt;But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I always find the word's to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if I chose to walk away would you be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep me right here waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114662301694636406?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114662301694636406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114662301694636406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114662301694636406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114662301694636406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/05/deep-song.html' title='Deep song'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114635258842185566</id><published>2006-04-29T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:16:28.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Sky</title><content type='html'>Had a Vanilla Sky moment fucking Colorado last night. During sex in the living room floor my mind started playing tricks on me and I could have sworn she looked like D C. Then I would realize it was Colorado but for some odd reason D C kept creaping back into my mind! It was wonderful to get a text from Colorado this morning, " You made me cum sooo many times it was fantastic!" 2nd text, " I loved riding ur cock and cumming all over it =) " 3rd text, "I loved it last night when u were talking dirty to m telling me all the things u wanted to do to me at work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I broke my golden rule about messing with girls at work but she was soo into having me fuck her I had no choice. The thing I did that made her have multiple orgasms was talk dirty to her. But this time I threw work into it. Situation was me fucking her in a nice steady rythm then, I started talking whispering in her ear all the things I wanted to do to her and then as she was getting close told her about work....&lt;br /&gt;"mmmm, I was thinking of you today at work and that skirt you had on. Just thought of taking you in the back and leaning you over the table back there. grabbing a fistfull of hair to pull your head back, pressing my hard cock into your ass and kissing your neck. (I grabbed and pulled her head to give her a little example) . Then I would slide my hand down your back feeling your ass and thong, raking my nails down you until I could reach your pussy. Moving your thong to the side, I would stand you up and start fingering you. Now you are sooo wet and naughty. My hand still is pulling your head back as my fingers work your pussy over. I'll move you to the corner of the desk to press your clit against it rubbing it into the corner of the desk as my fingers are dripping with your pussy. Now that you are good and wet I will pull your skirt up and move your thong aside as I slide my hard pole deep into that tight pussy. Now the desk and my dick are working you over.....(by this time she is moaning and moving around and I can tell she just needs one more thought to push her over the edge) Can you feel how close I am now? My cock buried in your pussy the desk on your clit and now I am going to fill your pussy with cum! How good is it going to feel working with a cum filled pussy, wet panties and cum oozing down your leg?! "&lt;br /&gt;This set her off and she had an orgasm forever! I could feel it twitching and she couldn't hold in anything. I thought the neighbors would hear. Shit just thinking about this again makes my dick hard! Hopefully will find a girl tonight to torture =) Sexually of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114635258842185566?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114635258842185566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114635258842185566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114635258842185566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114635258842185566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/vanilla-sky.html' title='Vanilla Sky'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114619726206958149</id><published>2006-04-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:07:42.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence</title><content type='html'>I love girls that I can relate to when having sex. Colorado is messed up in the head like me and we have the best sex. Our kisses are soulful and deep. It is almost like we can hear each other's hearts pounding. I can feel her breathe and heart beat in unison with mine. When she cums all over my dick, face or fingers she doesn't hold back. She has said she trusts me and I make her feel wonderful. It is powerful and fulfilling to make her want me and wanting to please me every day. Today I gave her a look and she said it made her wet. She asked me why I think that I could pleasure her so much and I replied, "I give 110% to the person I am with. Nothing distracts me and I almost feel like I am one with them. There soul is with me and we are dancing in unison. Your mind is with me, your breath, your thoughts, our bodies. My pleasure is feeling her pleasure. There have been times I didn't cum, but the power I had over the other person pleased me enough. What better satisfaction than to have a girl fucked so thoroughly well that she can't move, legs shaking, and that dreamy face of satisfaction. Then the thought of ..that was me that did that to her! To look at someone and they become wet and blushed. Someone begging you to cum in them that they want to feel your dick shooting inside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we fucked Colorado passed out on me and lay there for an hour or so. My cock in her pussy and my arms around her sleeping....our breathing becoming one in unison. This is the stuff I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to me anymore is not of the sense I used to know. Love is that connection that I just described. I will never love like I did before when I got married. This love is gone and I refuse to let it back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado and I talked and we have soo many things that we have dealt with in our lives. I used to think of ending it all. We both have and we talked about it. I think everyone does at one point or another. Just maybe more prominently when you are alone. Pain is hard on your mental state and things can really fuck with your head. Need to get drunk this weekend but afraid of myself if I did. I know I will and will not remember anything. Maybe someone will end it all for me, who knows. Just as long as I don't do something stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114619726206958149?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114619726206958149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114619726206958149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114619726206958149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114619726206958149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/essence.html' title='Essence'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114619609731849491</id><published>2006-04-27T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:48:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you&lt;br /&gt;you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you&lt;br /&gt;help me i broke apart my insides, help me iv'e got no soul to sell&lt;br /&gt;help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself&lt;br /&gt;i want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel you from the inside&lt;br /&gt;i want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;my whole existence is flawed&lt;br /&gt;you get me closer to god&lt;br /&gt;You can have my isolaiton, you can have the hate that it brings&lt;br /&gt;you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything&lt;br /&gt;help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex i can smell&lt;br /&gt;help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you from the inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt;My whole existence is flawed&lt;br /&gt;you get me closer to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114619609731849491?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114619609731849491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114619609731849491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114619609731849491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114619609731849491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-feelings.html' title='My feelings'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114594107076596855</id><published>2006-04-24T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:57:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.....emotional masochist. I guess I have thought of the fact that she loves being choked and fucked.  Would I be able to stop once she passes out? I could just imagine fucking her real good and seeing her face turn dark red as my hands wrap around her neck. That vein that pops out on her forhead straining as her face starts to turn purple. Now her body is on survival mode and gives one last reaction to free herself. This always happens, where her hands come up and hit my arms. Must be a reflex of some sort. Then she goes limp. Now what are my options? Let go, so she can let out a gasp and breathe in some air? Hold on for a few more seconds, while squeezing a little harder around this fucking sluts neck. That is the dilema ahead. Will have to remember no choking when we have sex. Hopefully we wont be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is why Nevada whom has ties with her (my ex) always makes me feel liking choking the shit out of her.  We had sex tonight and that is one thing I kept thinking of. Choke her, choke her, choke her.  She can't totally free herself to do it. So it doesn't appeal to me with her. If the other person can't get off on it, then it is no good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there two sides to me? Feel very mean and unemotional right now. Tonight I felt like the rough, hard, biting, choking, scratching sex...so that is Nevada. Colorado is the sweet pleasing but control her sex thing. D C is ..............not sure yet. One thing she likes, correction loves is the rough sex. I mean slap her and make her ears ring. The first time she told me to hit her / slap her was a playful full hand light hit. Then once I found out what she wanted the last slap left her ears ringing and pussy exploding all over my dick. That almost freaked me out, but I sure did cum deep into her pussy! What a bunch of fucking freaks! ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex......need to get over that lying piece of crap. To this day she lies to me and unbeknown to her , I know! We had wild drawn out bouts of sex and what she started to crave was quickies! Sex started to become too much and she would tell me if we couldn't do it in 10 - 15 minutes then we can't do it tonight...she was too tired. =( Maybe this is all the better for us. I started to feel unwanted. I wanted her and loved her more than anything but what do you do when you lay in bed and she turns her back to you? There were no more deep kisses, no falling asleep in each other's arms. Then she tells me I drove her away, drove her to cheat! Now that I have been ignoring her and getting her out of my mind she is trying to come back. Says she can't get fucked like she used to.  She never wanted it when we were married and now she wants my attention again. I refuse to let her back into my life. Sex would be great but I am afraid of my feelings for her may come back..........well they are still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114594107076596855?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114594107076596855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114594107076596855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114594107076596855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114594107076596855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114585022734118947</id><published>2006-04-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:43:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Control</title><content type='html'>Am I losing control here? How do I still have feelings for my ex? She fucked me over and Today when I saw her she looked so good I wanted to pull her into me and kiss her like we used to do. Then take her to the bedroom and have sex, crazy passionate sex.  When I left we hugged and she squeezed me really hard. Geez will I ever get her out of my head? There is some tension there I can feel it and she has said she feels tension when we are together. Is it just us needing the one more time thing? Maybe because she broke my heart, there is still not closure for me.  Too much doubt .....hopefully something or someone will come along.  Can't blog about last night too much on my mind. Right now it is raining and I am thinking of the time me and the ex did it on the balcony in the rain. Well, let me blog on that first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114585022734118947?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114585022734118947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114585022734118947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114585022734118947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114585022734118947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/losing-control.html' title='Losing Control'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114575673192134016</id><published>2006-04-22T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:45:31.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text</title><content type='html'>Today was fun! Had to be out of town and Nevada text me asking for a booty call...at 3pm! But I took a rain check for Sunday night since Colorado had made plans to go out, when in reality she is just coming straight here to have sex. Guess she got a Brazilian wax job and text me, "I want ur cock in my tight ass and filling it with cum =) " Who could pass up on that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing she will not satisfy for me is my sexual asphyxiation. There is nothing like fucking a girl and choking her to an orgasm. D C is the only one of the 3 that has almost let it happen but she wants to be choked all the way to passing out. She can't orgasm with a dick in her it is all stimulation, which is fine. Nevada is just freaking kinky rough. I come out the next day all bruised up from biting and nails raking me and drawing blood. Have to see how tonight goes and will blog it tonight or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114575673192134016?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114575673192134016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114575673192134016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114575673192134016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114575673192134016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/text.html' title='Text'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114558772768491009</id><published>2006-04-20T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:55:14.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>Ok, Colorado came over last night and of course we had sex. So now it was like this......Friday fuck Colorado, Sat nothing, Sunday fuck Nevada, Mon fuck Colorado, Tue fuck Colorado, Wed fuck Colorado. Can't do anything until this coming Monday but D C wants to come over so I guess it will be her turn. But Colorado said she can't wait that long soo now I will have to see how I can work them in to different days or try the two in one night thing. Plus Nevada wants to fuck me and beat me up like she always does, because she is feeling neglected. Funny thing is with all this going on I still check out and long for another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo tired last night at the bar I practically was falling asleep in the booth. Colorado was like saying we could leave and not have sex, that we don't always have to. She kind of got miffed when I said that would make it seem like we were almost dating then. She was the one that said no strings attached sex! Of course we did have sex and it was awesome as usual. For some reason we have really hit it off sexually. I even started talking dirty to her and teasing her more and more. Here is what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we kissed for a long time and this gave me time to kiss her neck, then work my way down her throat. Then I went to both sides of her neck and the space right behind her earlobe. I was sure to stay there and tongue and nip her there. While I was doing all this I got off her shirt and explored her chest and breasts. Working my way down her belly to her belly ring and back up to her breasts. Then I went exploring around to see what got her hot. First I went to her side of her left breast and felt her tense and moan. I was sure to take in a mouthfull of her rib and suck and lick her there. Moans of pleasure came from her and then I moved to her other side to give that area some attention too! Moving back to her stomach she arched her back and I saw her hip bone and attacked both sides and brought her to an orgasm without touching her. As this subsided I playfully moved between each thigh and made sure to move past her pussy real slow but only close enough she could feel my breath but still not touching her. Her hands were already pinned to her sides by my hands. A few more passes and then a quick flick of my tongue across her clit brought out another moan. So now the shit talking started and she was like, "I want your face in my pussy!". I said, "really? maybe you can beg me". She was silent so I went back to teasing her and moved up to her ribs and hip area. Finally I heard, "please eat my pussy....you can do to my body whatever you want" .&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, please I need to your tongue in my pussy"&lt;br /&gt;Then of course I had her cum a couple of times in my face and then decided to fuck her. The funny thing is, I wasn't done making her beg. The minute we started fucking she was going to orgasm and I knew it. So I really started going for it making her think I was going to make her cum. Then as she was getting into it I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh what r u doing? I am so close!?"&lt;br /&gt;"I want to make sure you ask for permission first or no orgasm for you!"&lt;br /&gt;So I started doing her again and each time she was getting into it I would stop.&lt;br /&gt;"pleas I want to cum" I faintly heard.&lt;br /&gt;"Well if you do, then you better do better than that"&lt;br /&gt;"Please make me cum with your dick. I want to cum all over your dick. Please let me finish"&lt;br /&gt;So I really got going and noticed this has caused her to get really wet. Then she had like the longest orgasm she said she had ever had. Just as she started to orgasm I was whispering in her ear...&lt;br /&gt;"Now everytime you want to cum, you have to ask me first. This is my pussy right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ......ugh.....your.....ugh....pussssssy!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked because I had only an hour and her phone alarm started to go off like a goddamn egg timer. So then I knew it was time for her to leave and so now I was rushing to get myself off. Atleast we had already been doing it the hour so it only took another 15 minutes to cum in her. Whoever heard of timed sex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114558772768491009?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114558772768491009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114558772768491009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114558772768491009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114558772768491009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/colorado.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114550638043621014</id><published>2006-04-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:13:00.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough day</title><content type='html'>Today has been the longest day.................sex until now . Will update tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114550638043621014?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114550638043621014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114550638043621014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114550638043621014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114550638043621014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/rough-day.html' title='Rough day'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114542290553991184</id><published>2006-04-18T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:01:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>So far the girls out are seeming pretty crazy. At first I seemed embarassed to say I was in the process of a divorce. But guess what? Most girls don't give a shit. Most of the time I have heard " I ain't looking for a relationship just a friend to have fun with...no strings attached" .  The first girl I met out at the club almost dropped my confidence out the door. She at first was like turned off about my impending divorce. My brother was like, "Fuck her she doesn't know the situation". Then later that night she was like,"I know you are not ready for a relationship, so if you just want to have sex that is ok". WTF so what about this reversal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have been messing with 3 girls that basically said they do not expect anything but I am now seeing them a little differently. One I am thinking wants a little something more and she is sooo nice that I almost feel bad. She is the least attractive of the three and her friend asked me what a good looking guy is doing with her...no disrespect to her friend but what gives? I told her that she is nice and pleasant company. This girls friend is always hanging on me and biting and molesting with her hands so it is always wierd to be with both. The funny thing is most of her and her friends are making out all night and who knows what else goes on, I wonder sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girl is someone from my past and once she heard I was getting divorced wanted to help me out. She is cool for knowing that we are just into the sex thing but wants to find a man. I am just convenient for her for right now. The last time she was over she found a blonde hair in my bed and instead of getting mad laughed and gave me shit about it. That is sooo cool of girls nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #3 is a big suprise to me. She found out last week that my divorce was final and basically told me that weekend she wanted me to fuck her. Well I always avoided work relationships but she said no strings attached straight out sex. Now I have like Girl 1 that I will call DC and Girl 2 Nevada Girl 3 Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was basically like Wednesday Nevada came over and we had sex. Colorado was over Fri and we had sex. Colorado came over Mon and Tues for sex and will be over Wed. DC wants to come over after her trip and fuck her like she needs it, that will be Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being single stuff is awesome. I had a problem with sex before and having this much is doing me just right. See I thought I was a sex addict of some sort but thought it was under some control being married.  Yes we at first had sex all the time but like every girl I have been with she got tired real quick. basically it lasted too long and she yearned for quickies. I thought 30 minutes were quickies and she was thinking under 5 minutes. So I started getting the, " NO we are not having a quickie because there are no quickies". So after a 30 minute session I would be restless and go out and get off again. Right now it has been okay with the girls because they haven't said anything about doing it twice in one night. They are amazed but maybe they are feeding my ego. I still feel self conscience because the first time I fucked Colorado and DC it was getting to be an hour and a half and I didn't feel like cumming anytime soon. Damn condoms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilema for me right now is my ex wife making a comment "how much I would charge her for coming over after going out?" She just misses me fucking her like she likes! hmmm....up the ass or choking or legs spread wide and slammed hard so we are sweating or all of the above? I told her that I was still mad at her and would grudge fuck the shit out of her! "OMG I am wet thru my panties!" was her reply. Fing bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114542290553991184?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114542290553991184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114542290553991184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114542290553991184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114542290553991184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114498440396863290</id><published>2006-04-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:13:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT</title><content type='html'>So, I had put the kids to sleep and was in deep sleep when I was awakened by my cell phone. It really was not my night to watch the kids but my soon to be ex had a last day of school dinner to go to. Anyway, the ringer is one I set especially for her so I knew she was calling. In a daze I searched for my phone and answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh, romeo (name change) this is loser (name change) and I go to school with slut (name changed kind of). Sorry to wake you but I need to get her home and she is passed out and I don't know where she lives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, she is passed out and someone told me she lived in the next city over and I can't wake her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from what I could get she is still up to her old shenanigans and they were only 1/2 a mile away from our/her house. I don't live there anymore but I told him how to get there. They were now about 20 miles or so from the house. For a second I almost told him to drop her off at my place and I would get her home in the morning. Geez am I a sucker or what. Maybe I am too nice. My friends and her family think she is a liar, a user, and verbal abuser. Why can't I be mean and just use people. I thought I had picked up the perfect girl with my brother in -law the other night. Beaten down by previous relationships , naive and too trusting. Now I am talking to her and feel really sorry for her. Aaargh just be an asshole my bro says, she is used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I feel like getting drunk and I never ever thought that way before. I still think of her every day. The few times we have been together with the kids she acts really nice and gives me compliments. Damn she looks fine too! We have made out on various occasions and I feel myself being drawn in to her. She talks about hooking up again but the times that I thought maybe we had a chance she runs off and calls her new boyfriend...the one she cheated on me with. I get mad and try to leave and she comes running back for me begging me to stay. By this time I feel stupid and just keep going. Maybe eventually I will stop feeling this way but the pain is there. I was really being truthfull when I told her she broke my heart. The crappy thing is the one thing that I remember is her telling me that I drove her to this. How? by being too nice and letting her do what she wants? I just don't understand.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114498440396863290?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114498440396863290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114498440396863290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114498440396863290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114498440396863290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-middle-of-night.html' title='IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114213563218040572</id><published>2006-03-11T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:00:21.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I really say other than the anger and humility of getting divorced can do to you. I am so angry at her that it could just make me act in ways that I never thought possible. I gave up a lot of things for her and devoted myself to her and she just used me. That is all she has been is a user and my love and devotion to her made me blind to this. Many people now feel the need to console me by reiterating how bad she was for me and I am too nice of a guy etc. How does this make me feel any better?! For years and years that we have been together she has told me lies and more lies and even when I knew she was lying I looked past it. If she could lie to me about the little things, why didn’t I think she could lie about the big things!! Caught her cheating on me twice and there are possibilities of other times but why even investigate the other times. The last time was crushing enough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;For two weeks she had been acting weird. Why take your cell phone everywhere you go? She even changed clothes in the bathroom and took it with her. This was the tip off to me that something was not right. So one night she went out for a bit with her girlfriend and came home to go to bed. Then with her cell phone all tucked away in her purse I got it out to check her calls. No one that seemed out of the ordinary. So then the text messages. That is when my heart sank and everything that I knew that I thought we had was gone. Just reading some the messages made me ill and I couldn’t sleep all night. She worked the next morning and I slept out on the couch. Finally as she was leaving to work I had managed to doze off for an hour. Then I called her at work to confront her and this I will never forget. The first thing I asked her was what was going on with her and this guy! Her reply was nothing we are just talking. Then I told her I saw the text messages and her reply was, “Why are you looking at my phone?!”. During our whole conversation I was even foolish enough to think that if she apologized and wanted counseling I would agree to it. But this never happened and no apology ever came. Wow, how foolish I felt for even thinking of salvaging this marriage. Unfortunately this wasn’t the first time during the course of our break up that I thought this and today I still love her and miss her. How foolish is that?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114213563218040572?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114213563218040572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114213563218040572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114213563218040572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114213563218040572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/03/beginning-of-end.html' title='Beginning of the End?'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899435.post-114213392306104744</id><published>2006-03-11T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:25:23.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>Just to see if this works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23899435-114213392306104744?l=adidasdreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/114213392306104744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23899435&amp;postID=114213392306104744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114213392306104744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23899435/posts/default/114213392306104744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adidasdreaming.blogspot.com/2006/03/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>ADIDAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00198019852890422530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7908/2474/1600/big_cup_of.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
