 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Divorced |
| Children: |
Have children |
| Education: |
Some College |
| Religion: |
Agnostic |
| Smoke: |
Yes |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
off shore transportation |
| Body Type: |
Average |
| Height: |
5' 11" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
My Web Gifts
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Social Status
TimeEnoughForLuv's Scoop
About me:
Wow, that requires some deep introspection. All about me huh? Why would anyone be interested in knowing me??
You know, I really don't know. I,m not rich by any stretch of the imagination so that allure is out.
I,m not brilliant, though my Mom and at least one of my more affectionate school teachers tried desperately to convince me otherwise.
I'm not devastatingly handsome I've learned, even though a few girlfriends through the years tried to convince me of that too. They lied!
I'm not hung like an Arabian Stallion, though again I have been told that I was on numerous occasions.Guess they lied about that too.
I cant tie cherry stems into a knot with my tongue or curl it into a tube or use it to brush the hair out of my eyes. Damn it!
I,m not a good dancer. (My laptop can dance like a son of a bitch though.)
I,m not socially outgoing too much. Don't care much for idle smalltalk. Don't like many tv shows. I don't "collect" friends. The word means too much.
I believe someone that has one good friend is lucky. A handful is wealthy beyond belief.
So, why would anyone want to know me? Still don't know. I just know this.
If you are really my friend and you call me at 3 am from the bottom of an ice crevasse in Antarctica and tell me you need help....well I will probably be disturbed that you were dicking around alone near a crevasse in Antarctica and managed to fall in. But I will do everything in my power to get to you and pull you out. Of course that phrase probably means you are doomed. But I would try though. Dragged through the barren icy wastelands by a bunch of yipping puppys will really suck I know.
Who I'd like to meet:
I would like to meet Lilly. My Girlfriend. But before I knew her the answer would have been ...........................................................
The very nearly dead crew of an alien spaceship that crash landed in my back yard. With ratlike speed and agility I dash through the smoldering landscape and leap onto the body of the saucer ship. Luckily the 10 symbols I press on the keypad near the hatch are correct and allow me access to the ship.
Inside I find 5 stunningly beautiful scantily clad women strapped into seats at various consoles. They all appear unconscious or dead but something draws me to one of them and I detect a tiny bit of life force remaining in her body. I instinctively know exactly what she needs of course. Bending over her I gently pry her lips apart and plunge my tongue into her mouth. It's like sticking my tongue into a pot of honey. Overpoweringly sweet. She responds immediately and begins sucking it like a starving baby on a fat swollen tit. Within seconds her eyes flutter open and she pulls away. Her smile is weak and obviously takes great effort. And is highly effective. I feel her asking permission for something, somehow, and nod to her. Immediately my mind is filled with images and thoughts. A swirl too fast to follow at first. But after a second we seem to synch together and I understand fully her story and her plight. And that I have only minutes to act.
Another mad dash across scorched earth and I enter my kitchen and gather up the rare elements needed to save the alien crew and their ship. Running back I experience a sudden feeling of dread for no apparent reason other than the obvious. Looking up I see a cloud of military helicopters swarming towards the site and know we truely do have only minutes left.
As I reenter the saucer I see that the commander is again unconscious. No time for gentility. I wrench open her mouth and pour in a single serving package of sugar. Her reaction is disturbing yet somehow famaliar. She gasps and her eyes begin to flutter. Her neck and chest flush red as her eyes roll back in their sockets. She pants while her body spasms, testing the inregrity of the seat restraint harness.
The thwack thwack thwack sound from above reminds me that there is no time for this so I drop the box of sugar packets in her lap and sprint to the rear of the ship.
"Fuel cell Access Hatch." I can't read it but it just looks right so I wrench open the hatch and toss in the full box of Mortons iodized salt. The deep thrumming sounds and vibrations from the lower decks are immediate. Raw ,barely contained massive power available for immediate consumption. Racing back to controll I see that the commander has already revived one of the crew and given her the sugar packets. She motions me into the empty seat beside hers and though I cant see her lips move I can hear the orders she issues to the ship. "Shields up full. Med scan visiitor. Depart at max tolerable acceleration!" Several rapid heardbeats pass while her second officer administers sugar to the last crew member and throws herself into her own seat. "GO!"
I feel an enormous kick in my ass and pressure as the seat molds itself around me . Like thick jello. Then my vision begins to tunnel and dim as the acceleration rapidly mounts. Just before I pass out I hear in my mind, "I'm so sorry."
Regaining consciousness is weird. The first thing I see is an I max image of "The Blue Marble." A picture of earth from near the moon that I have seen many times. And I think to myself, "fuck, how long have I been out?"
"Just a few seconds Darling", was the immediate reply. "Gayla misinterpreted my command and accelerated Beyond your ability to withstand.I'm so sorry Darling!"
"Ohhhh, you are such a slut," some entity replied.
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More About TimeEnoughForLuv
My Other Profile/Website Links:
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Interests:
I like science and science fiction. Hard science fiction preferably. Not much into the fantasy stuff though I've read a few I enjoyed.
I like bicycling late in the afternoon. Swimming and diving. Used to have a hang glider but surprisingly I lasted longer than it did. That's bout it for athletic pursuits. You could toss sex into that category I suppose. It's been a while so I don't remember how sore I was the next morning.
My Favorite Websites:
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Music:
Free 50 Cent music tdizzle.com
Movies:
Action of course. I am a guy. But I love romantic comedy as well. Got a lot of chick flicks. I like vampire movies. Sci fi. Historical. Mythological.
Books:
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