tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10150928986647635042024-03-18T22:11:41.651-05:00Geofrey's TowerGeofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-21795853946847225012012-04-27T20:48:00.000-05:002012-04-27T20:48:46.552-05:00Caitlyn's Wish<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am so going to hell for this.<br />
Ummm ENJOY!<br />Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-70634678936755863332012-04-27T17:06:00.000-05:002012-04-27T17:19:00.385-05:00Green Lantern Vore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The top one is the finished product.<br />
The lower one is without the caption, or my insignia, in case you want to add your own caption.<br />
Have fun,<br />
Geofrey</td></tr>
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</div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-61174058404442606802012-04-27T16:54:00.001-05:002012-04-27T16:54:44.321-05:00Regarding the posting from yesterday.. I have conflicting information now and so have decided to remove the entire post. Its the right thing to do. (I hate politics).<br />
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Alexia. I completely understand your concern. The seven year old daughter of one of my best friends is diabetic, as is my father. I hope you find your answer soon and that it is a good one. <br />
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Caitlyn, thank you for the information. It is the reason that I did another personal investigation. You see the pages the vidoe quotes came with an article that I thought was the original bill. That may not have ben the case... One of the two papers we read was false and I honestly dont know wich is wich.<br />
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Both of you, thank you for your candor.<br />
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GeofreyGeofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-8998773585789129742012-04-09T21:41:00.002-05:002012-04-09T21:44:02.081-05:00green lantern test 14c<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr02iJdfY73DRuH3_1Q11LGLILrMGA4NrWFFzcesJWrHGpYhSxkSDPfcliaEB8SzD3ArmnOnlJO8ePR3VpRj2KWHE43rSV3a0K24bYSD8iy3Wb4zqgRWI0Wgj_YYfv8Ls4-sUOvqkjGwa5/s1600/tumblr_ltu9z3oenO1qkv665o1_500+copy.bmp"><img style="width: 348px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729597024121951986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr02iJdfY73DRuH3_1Q11LGLILrMGA4NrWFFzcesJWrHGpYhSxkSDPfcliaEB8SzD3ArmnOnlJO8ePR3VpRj2KWHE43rSV3a0K24bYSD8iy3Wb4zqgRWI0Wgj_YYfv8Ls4-sUOvqkjGwa5/s400/tumblr_ltu9z3oenO1qkv665o1_500+copy.bmp" /></a><br /><div>ok... getting better at the new photoshop. still needs work. </div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-11032825603018592432012-03-05T23:22:00.003-06:002012-03-05T23:25:17.249-06:00James's problem part 2,3,4...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KrShTTiJ3hjoZuyRdv2tQHIesAXSfoxeRcR1JB3bdN_07VjN_y8pt_y8sKEHk_Uqa93n4ASKaGJOiOXmTXXLIn4SR-NBxDqDIYC8BlKBbF50EeNzGquf7x7T17_3fNf3C3tJOgh4nTWe/s1600/MISC+232+A.bmp"><img style="width: 400px; height: 286px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716650625067768818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KrShTTiJ3hjoZuyRdv2tQHIesAXSfoxeRcR1JB3bdN_07VjN_y8pt_y8sKEHk_Uqa93n4ASKaGJOiOXmTXXLIn4SR-NBxDqDIYC8BlKBbF50EeNzGquf7x7T17_3fNf3C3tJOgh4nTWe/s400/MISC+232+A.bmp" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIydWo81jUO_mETwAqsEgkP5FNqY7BaZp9JSrjgyB1IfO8stMGDciNFZiDUD-sonTB1KWtejuoObjr7a-rXZEudvuWwARlyJZElXrvq-YPY4akfw1eaIOmR6ycCiHarxSjLSmSVzs32Kb/s1600/MISC+232+B.bmp"><img style="width: 400px; height: 324px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716650616259413602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIydWo81jUO_mETwAqsEgkP5FNqY7BaZp9JSrjgyB1IfO8stMGDciNFZiDUD-sonTB1KWtejuoObjr7a-rXZEudvuWwARlyJZElXrvq-YPY4akfw1eaIOmR6ycCiHarxSjLSmSVzs32Kb/s400/MISC+232+B.bmp" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2q_mnveJdPKa1OH3LZMTHTQL4IWyIlte_3BY34lOcHdx6SXwBqU7hRtFZpt4eBDGVcvJAsQH7Zpf8tmUOzm8imO9fNYHNEQdsUMvtiky7kQUsfYpD0KtRUDhWNfYm0ObKjqGYEYlAx9Um/s1600/MISC+232+C.bmp"><img style="width: 400px; height: 244px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716650611533140114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2q_mnveJdPKa1OH3LZMTHTQL4IWyIlte_3BY34lOcHdx6SXwBqU7hRtFZpt4eBDGVcvJAsQH7Zpf8tmUOzm8imO9fNYHNEQdsUMvtiky7kQUsfYpD0KtRUDhWNfYm0ObKjqGYEYlAx9Um/s400/MISC+232+C.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-78005645689473237032012-03-05T22:54:00.001-06:002012-03-05T22:59:07.884-06:00James's problem.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXE2NRGiMOZZgBEsC6X7DT-xpgiWKcXRadt2HP-GvMyYNa0Puh0Vk0SmIU4cAA2JIybqEGZp3o0Sf1yRIINR0re2v_ZosuvEMXTjBy2gS4Gmf9cIzlC0mXcVFo6N1KGV9BFGX7otDz986/s1600/Misc+232.bmp"><img style="width: 283px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716643896937132370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXE2NRGiMOZZgBEsC6X7DT-xpgiWKcXRadt2HP-GvMyYNa0Puh0Vk0SmIU4cAA2JIybqEGZp3o0Sf1yRIINR0re2v_ZosuvEMXTjBy2gS4Gmf9cIzlC0mXcVFo6N1KGV9BFGX7otDz986/s400/Misc+232.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-13640698167402952832012-03-03T17:00:00.002-06:002012-03-03T17:03:28.077-06:00a little humor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupd89aWwDJkqMQqBa8KM2j_m6MNJUNlT2_eSypAEZIHMZ3G0KXJsoCzZmbZ7ZFMw6sSs7RexcFzByJYxSOnwj2GsocUu5620yy0ekcgF5I1nOBc3-24yxqRSRuXstqWfRhnfXFJO9wYE7/s1600/misc+231.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 278px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715809996977856146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupd89aWwDJkqMQqBa8KM2j_m6MNJUNlT2_eSypAEZIHMZ3G0KXJsoCzZmbZ7ZFMw6sSs7RexcFzByJYxSOnwj2GsocUu5620yy0ekcgF5I1nOBc3-24yxqRSRuXstqWfRhnfXFJO9wYE7/s400/misc+231.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-64888263832301768822012-02-11T16:10:00.001-06:002012-02-11T16:15:27.555-06:00no, up here<div align="left"><strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLLLlLOkg1tjzXF-L8dJ7E5jO_W7qf9qJ8x-dFinwS4wsJZwTvJZnelJmiC3LpHzSNtYK82orngULefEWzO2QsCWIMNcMyv_wuHHGvHBzUbhJuF5rtpVE-Onn8F24F6b-5y8DVW_V5JlP/s1600/MISC+204.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 251px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708004706730506946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLLLlLOkg1tjzXF-L8dJ7E5jO_W7qf9qJ8x-dFinwS4wsJZwTvJZnelJmiC3LpHzSNtYK82orngULefEWzO2QsCWIMNcMyv_wuHHGvHBzUbhJuF5rtpVE-Onn8F24F6b-5y8DVW_V5JlP/s400/MISC+204.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-36575824020464679212012-02-10T17:21:00.002-06:002012-02-10T17:25:00.910-06:00delays are delayingThis damn photoshop program is making me crazy. I was pretty good with the old one for someone self trained. But I cant get the new one to do the most basic functions. I have seven posts ready to go up now. But can finish the art on any of them. Grrrr.... Well I will jest have to modify my plans and put them up with basic pictures and story. (It feels unfinished that way to me but I have to put up SOMETHING decent).Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-60585689364319845312012-01-29T19:39:00.001-06:002012-01-29T19:42:52.872-06:00Batgirls continued training<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNZ3HLo59iVCzvFCKeZoo6R08tA7AFPAENFUtEvps8CzmtmbbwG206DYm77z2D9T-t3i2dK-V5A1jdSVCrNqssofT976o977HGIbbnIJOTxBXA5apa3erp_nzIGh15NpQchwgm9NTTe7t/s1600/BG214.bmp"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Can she do it? Will she get Batman off in time to get her air? Or will Batman make Robin give her CPR again. (And you know how much he hates to do that when she has cum in her mouth).</span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 260px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703234105060194370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNZ3HLo59iVCzvFCKeZoo6R08tA7AFPAENFUtEvps8CzmtmbbwG206DYm77z2D9T-t3i2dK-V5A1jdSVCrNqssofT976o977HGIbbnIJOTxBXA5apa3erp_nzIGh15NpQchwgm9NTTe7t/s400/BG214.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-8793860397037252012012-01-28T17:55:00.008-06:002012-01-28T18:30:41.598-06:00Lets do this<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Hello. I owe everyone an explanation as to why I have not<br />updated my blog in a very very long time.<br /><br />The problem is I’m a pretty logical guy, I analyze everything<br />backwards and forwards, often to death. I have pretty good common sense. The<br />exception is when I’m in a relationship. Then I tend to listen to my heart<br />despite what that common sense is telling me. Even if I know she is using me.<br /><br />And that’s exactly what happened. For the last two years I<br />was… crushed by an evil woman, an<br />expert manipulator. A gold digger without peer. I saw no way out…<br /><br /></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 314px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702837925421904722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbZnBmTrPnEmB6Aff1NvC79Yg-STAuwI_VVw2TjKNtBGLy3j0YNp1xxHCmtZ8cbPOy7hKcdMSYBqrqBOImpsTY9eCmP4hUTy9UgJuMGoZpuFAcrDoLibiUXq-_AIQPAgkBzoqHsvYb3iz/s320/563movement9034860.jpg" /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 316px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702837925314256994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6_jklSsRIl5gFmLl2ZTcHjg0BhJZTLzUUB4WsRSZYhu9KW8iADSpGDzjNWYwt_Ibja-xFCbJKOyYrRZAZjF6OTc8RbSK89vtPkIKaBFctCBqk3pA4gN1oWISv6Qu4ycYLWh7FFca25kh/s320/%2521cid_0ECAF054-A4E6-4653-B0DD-561A36D91517.jpg" /><br /> And one by one gave up<br />everything that made me happy to accommodate her. This blog was one of those<br />things. The last straw came when I confronted her about the guys she was<br />sleeping with behind my back. And in retaliation she forbid me from seeing the<br />kids at Christmas. Im sure they had fun opening what I had gotten them… (Her kids, I have none, but I had come to think of them as mine).</div><div> </div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702838814364870114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYsOW4YWhHe4ZP-iL7tn-feDEKTH9NEK-RFByRRRGWBaezaY0StQ6UwLJ2wr9jHqGZzOeg42EXIGiGwBWe5rbBCid4xVCoaV9V6cOYm2Yo_OZvxzP8JnsJv1MAVu7Ubyt6Nx-4tjbnPiq/s320/1187588541334.jpg" /></div><div><br /><br />In late December while I was ‘inconsolable’ I did a little<br />investigation and discovered the extent of what she had stolen and that her<br />affairs were with NINE guys over twenty five months. I began to think rationally<br />again.<br /></div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702839770332879042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPRM8lIt8A3r2DSXy8FhOnP6rmzbQITNe7uqKv6pX2ZyCGV1yYYVAs0tGVWyvhxm4BWt8BtHqpgbx07EqqR6kOCrhEXvNicSC5wpfaCFrUkISEVlk8yIoB28M5T_Nimhr0t_ejLFh9Z62/s320/bomb+1.jpg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 256px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702841860367076050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdGr4DQMegTjuclAWkazZWiMOrz3hhHBKDTeRg35k9o-6sVLakGtFWhyIkHCJ_nBfZRB8oUVQOMwJVbeyBUjL0mJDYpxBT8K4EFkuNBDA23gpT9nUovPIaaDTWd1AI79VtHsDx1byrrJt/s320/shutthefuckupcunt.jpg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 250px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702841861341648850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMwHEdQSeHFmNu7yR4iv4cHjLuvteBdXbHahzFvHYrDdYQBIG7JK1lKZOcHU41x5SgW_iTBWVSpANjpsUAQgW2BPC4DnDbQkYnSdShMEgi2EcUAkBfGEnSf1xE2mAj948ZlD_JQ6w8Gy6/s320/slap%252520a%252520bitch.jpg" /><br />I’m not going to bore you with the list of things I COULD do<br />to her. Anyone that reads my blog knows I’m creative enough and resourceful<br />enough to destroy her. But that’s really not me. I have decided to let her go.<br />Her habits will only make herself unhappy in time. God can sort it out.</div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 323px; height: 186px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702842992891987074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Zhd_IcJxAOB2aBmSGKgmZipzOxHaSuPaMPkeP-3pyM86jsbcB4fgMbAr3IUrzHgTK6W9l1RLDXoCLbWsaT5OKm92IhH8sUMOSjxTaz72jan7bsDVuGbp7p-EJj-ju9PwLMmaGl23TSkQ/s320/ShowLetter31.jpg" /><br /><br />The important thing is I’m almost COMPLETELY over her now. And<br />so I can get back to my hobbies.<br />I will get back to bike riding, hiking, video games, seeing<br />my friends, running my D&D game, working out, and this.<br /><br />I have returned and so too has Geofrey, my alter ego, my<br />villainous outlet! Expect PG-R rated super heroine updates at The Wizards Lair,<br />and X rated ones here! Expect non super heroine updated here as well. Dominated<br />secretaries, Bimbo and Mind control, and or COURSE gender changed domination<br />caps too. (Give the followers what they want). STARTING TONIGHT!! (or maybe tomorow, this was more draining then I expected).<br /><br />And people... thanks<br />for being patient with me.</div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702844093344160962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYG_M79pGsLTAjlhB0vgqEPn9uI6BWE220ypL6F4Kf0ZPcKcxYhXdMO2md4IQUzEnM2yjW7YqiwLfU51KzAQHRfvGIyrMazrc5NEg5YtK-9r_3ut0n_ti7toLKSeAJxq85haXUL70BJfN/s320/DSC02287.JPG" /><br /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-55182659701641641092011-06-20T16:07:00.002-05:002011-06-20T16:18:23.424-05:00fixed picture<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">I noticed a few glitches on the Fathers Day card I made for the blog last nite so I went ahead and fixed them. (It needed some blur work, some paint retouches and one of its twenty six layers didn't take. The faerie on the middle left was missing a wing). So here ya go, without the pesky writing on it. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPCq08ohNgqdHp7H6z4vmSbWDXME4RhhFjTVLZxFhYDONLb3ZSQaiCTjwQqfComhjM6scHBbg7uqaYAjOgWPTxV_me0n0BLz-Kf5rzOmzlZGARCyEzI0O3NImF_YB6lTXc_YNcI1owSI1/s1600/Faeries+201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPCq08ohNgqdHp7H6z4vmSbWDXME4RhhFjTVLZxFhYDONLb3ZSQaiCTjwQqfComhjM6scHBbg7uqaYAjOgWPTxV_me0n0BLz-Kf5rzOmzlZGARCyEzI0O3NImF_YB6lTXc_YNcI1owSI1/s400/Faeries+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620411853242394626" border="0" /></a>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-57242021929882255942011-06-18T18:25:00.002-05:002011-06-18T18:35:33.006-05:00classic Mary Marvel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZXg_JQVnrhcVt7mLYE6ClqpE4Q0eSfWjxqo7T8ULTKUgYJBrInJ5QQZQd6BYIOLdb4hB1NBX2HLdAo-7nKku2kEv29m_mhMdTHLEU84NTpeboCkt6o1PQcasE65q_5qsg1vuWuvM-87U/s1600/Ma+M2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZXg_JQVnrhcVt7mLYE6ClqpE4Q0eSfWjxqo7T8ULTKUgYJBrInJ5QQZQd6BYIOLdb4hB1NBX2HLdAo-7nKku2kEv29m_mhMdTHLEU84NTpeboCkt6o1PQcasE65q_5qsg1vuWuvM-87U/s400/Ma+M2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619706142378518370" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTIDDaLJKs61HXEl1jFX-xdlb0JTwMB8gu85c5OOdqkexIdU6oTFs4QbkHhNSOEhk4G_524ofW8lNMEd9s08gug26Df_qCatrt2FMkNRG3mDOeh3heR7PQ8D4efltgrhr3SAuj9CZNlvs/s1600/Ma+M3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTIDDaLJKs61HXEl1jFX-xdlb0JTwMB8gu85c5OOdqkexIdU6oTFs4QbkHhNSOEhk4G_524ofW8lNMEd9s08gug26Df_qCatrt2FMkNRG3mDOeh3heR7PQ8D4efltgrhr3SAuj9CZNlvs/s400/Ma+M3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619706135824452594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDmnhojV-vC73lE_zKFRYlAQvnB9B5MQpS3EOazzN3QuAlWyiFpa0DOuGEZ2vfdWI95tMWueC4ZT5bMJwgT1Pm9QaybCvIBKoGOYT-bfafJcyDSBX5JFp9X6xBeNj9euWiSgHKoYta0ml/s1600/Ma+M4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDmnhojV-vC73lE_zKFRYlAQvnB9B5MQpS3EOazzN3QuAlWyiFpa0DOuGEZ2vfdWI95tMWueC4ZT5bMJwgT1Pm9QaybCvIBKoGOYT-bfafJcyDSBX5JFp9X6xBeNj9euWiSgHKoYta0ml/s400/Ma+M4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619706130938205154" border="0" /></a><br />In light of The Wizards retirement I decided to put out some of the first captions that I did that features him as vilian. Enjoy your retirement from running the lair Vladi. You deserve it. And I know better then to say so long. Im sure you will still look in frequently.<br /><br />GeofreyGeofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-78799191152813543862011-06-09T10:17:00.003-05:002011-06-09T10:39:04.834-05:00Hello<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23RlU2x6vBgB-WlDthCfLy5IRJGXmIl1pjFzF7oDHtw0jAuFwwFbDAd_eVv6uxxVbcYuOxW5cLiLG2g1BB1GtPL9DYx5yxHMXxSY_XggfAXXIjcNZRp2bnDikSSeQU0B2KxvfOX5DUsrp/s1600/Everyone+Knows.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23RlU2x6vBgB-WlDthCfLy5IRJGXmIl1pjFzF7oDHtw0jAuFwwFbDAd_eVv6uxxVbcYuOxW5cLiLG2g1BB1GtPL9DYx5yxHMXxSY_XggfAXXIjcNZRp2bnDikSSeQU0B2KxvfOX5DUsrp/s400/Everyone+Knows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244633341779394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuvnEWVSrzlsPtG-qQRsYXddsps-yGGNBL2JjDB6bsrBQvo67Gyq1X2HNxMk1PEn3-gCRNedtwcaU9srd19fcS90Dn22N5lqZvuVA1OFUivuTvdsVr-tY4kHIZ6l756vziVjxAGwE5dpa/s1600/bc1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuvnEWVSrzlsPtG-qQRsYXddsps-yGGNBL2JjDB6bsrBQvo67Gyq1X2HNxMk1PEn3-gCRNedtwcaU9srd19fcS90Dn22N5lqZvuVA1OFUivuTvdsVr-tY4kHIZ6l756vziVjxAGwE5dpa/s400/bc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244620550678018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NvX8NX1Jg4iKU9E5CcddDb4h9dmjjipFAn3d3q7qlyL4GdIIiyb4blWUGo3Vc3_sl4dchskkBBpm4IzPrJaglEP3T79IvydQGWfvPkwL0r3PUnCi5W78HEFkYvBkkSWLSdIkkv1CTaDU/s1600/ww1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NvX8NX1Jg4iKU9E5CcddDb4h9dmjjipFAn3d3q7qlyL4GdIIiyb4blWUGo3Vc3_sl4dchskkBBpm4IzPrJaglEP3T79IvydQGWfvPkwL0r3PUnCi5W78HEFkYvBkkSWLSdIkkv1CTaDU/s400/ww1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244603479148386" border="0" /></a><br />Hi everyone.<br /><br />First off I wanted to say that im not dead, im here.<br /><br />I have not posted in the last month due to a series of little personal crises ranging from a systemic case of poison ivy to dealing with the possibility on mom having cancer. (Moms fine by the way, false alarm. Thank God). Im not going to go into the details of the last month. Lets jest say that I have to be in the right mood to cap and no amount of looking at my blog site and thinking that im letting everyone down will make that happen.<br /><br />Ahem... so tonight I will start back up again.<br /><br />The first thing im going to do is post a 'whats going on' comedy cap and then work on that 'Love Trainer 5000' story that I left unfinished. Presently there are two sugestions for the last chapter. And since the wait has been so long instead of choosing one im going to write an ending for each reasonable suggestion that i have received by tonight. (But i will still say wich idea is my favorite).<br /><br />For now I need to run some errands that will keep me busy for most of the day. To tide you all over I will put up a few older ones of mine from The Lair.<br /><br />See you all tonight!<br /><br />Geofrey IvenguardGeofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-3916468517255548932011-05-08T15:31:00.002-05:002011-05-08T15:36:53.688-05:00Mothersday<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">I made this little card for mothers day. Anyone that wants to download it and personalize it feel free. The font is English 111 vivance BT if yo want to add anything. (I did not put my logo on it so that it can be all from you if you want.<br /><br />Enjoy<br />and Have a good Mothers Day! </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4uFqI6Amvc8eDK6DxVr3iklX21253lYEv4Rtw7lHSBwTDiPPbIK6Ba2m-AkIBhgZM3OeG9C65hl310Tbgt4q6E3PUhU0bdSCTsq6_Aw7lJeIW0JsAAS70bncg6KkHUJsNJlN0Bo4sLQo/s1600/MISC+230.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4uFqI6Amvc8eDK6DxVr3iklX21253lYEv4Rtw7lHSBwTDiPPbIK6Ba2m-AkIBhgZM3OeG9C65hl310Tbgt4q6E3PUhU0bdSCTsq6_Aw7lJeIW0JsAAS70bncg6KkHUJsNJlN0Bo4sLQo/s400/MISC+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604445949000264882" border="0" /></a>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-86012905830884221922011-05-06T23:38:00.003-05:002011-05-07T00:31:49.973-05:00Poll Results and stuffHi.<br /><br />The poll is now closed. It was asking what kind of porn you like to look at? (And therefore gives me a suggestion on what kind of content would be most preferred here). Thank you for the votes.<br /><br />The most popular category, with 46 votes is Transgender stuff.<br />(Amazing since my first TG post was done by request only slightly over a month ago).<br /><br />Second up with 31 votes is Super heroine in Distress porn art.<br />My personal favorite.<br />(I got my start five years ago at The Wizards Lair. A free site sponsored by Super Heroine Central. If anyone wants too look you will find the rest of my super heroine art/porn there. And my art is only a small portion of the tasty goodness to be found).<br /><br />Third place with an impressive 7 votes goes to Risk Of Exposure.<br />(This one is featured in the Love Trainer 5,000 story, currently awaiting votes to see which direction the last chapters take. Im going to give one or two days left before I decide which vote gets the nod and I start writing).<br /><br />Fourth Place with with 5 votes goes to Authority Figures in Distress.<br />(Ever watch a college student spank her teacher)?<br /><br />Fifth place belongs to Monsters and Maidens.<br />(Zombies and Robots and Dragons oh my).<br /><br />I will be sure to include each of these categories on my Blog. With attention given to the top places.Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-1059352402335193782011-05-04T21:28:00.002-05:002011-05-04T21:37:21.059-05:00Love Trainer 5000 part fourEven as the dildo gagged her, her tongue was pulled past her lips caressing under the dildo and began to lav at two tight spheres under the dong. As she licked them they began to inflate. Rapidly. But they were not alone.<br /><br /> The big vibrator squished deep into her needy cunt. All the way to the bottom and began to inflate slightly more. As it did so its texture changed. The smooth surface began to be covered with little bumps. Lager they grew until each bump became a small dome. Perhaps a dozen of them each the size of half a marble. Then it began to slowly grind. All the way in. All the way out. Over and over.<br /><br /> Meanwhile the other two spheres. Now each the size of a plum. Began to pulse. Quickly the dildo pulled all the way out of her mouth. She gasped for breath. And it unloaded. It drenched her. It covered her face. And it was still coming. Thrusting back into her mouth it was all she could do to keep up with the torrent of cool man slime. <br /><br /> There was a crack of thunder from the storm. And everything went dark. She jumped at the sudden boom. The dildo within her mouth stilled. The vibrator, caught at the very beginning of its thrust, rested due to her jump it rested high, jest on her clit. It vibrated slightly, jest barely.<br />Everything was darkness. Not sure what to do she gently sucked on the dark intruder and got nothing. ‘Maybe it was out? Now what’? She could hear someone walk past her closed door and know on another one far down the hallway. Faint voices. She held her breath.<br /><br /> The lights suddenly came back on. The computer beeped and whirred. The vibrator resting slickly over her clit began to rumble louder and slide slowly back and forth over her little button. She came a little orgasm. The one in her mouth remained still.<br /><br /> PROGRAM RESTARTED. FINDING LAST SAVE POINT. CAMERA BACK ONLINE. RESETTING TIMER. ‘What was that? Camera? MY camera? But I.. Online???? What did it mean by online??? Is this being’... ? A small orgasm rocked her sore body. ‘Timer? Odes this mean that I have to go through this all over again? I don’t think I CAN do this again’!<br /><br /> PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL NUMBER 69 INITIATED. The cock within her mouth remained still. She sucked upon it but got nothing. Then she felt it. A cool spurt on her stomach. Then another. The vibrator withdrew and shrank. A spurt hit her right on the clit. Another on her wide open cunt. A third blast shot straight up it. It was very cold to her overheated box. And worried the hell out of her. Then lower. A squirt the rosebud of her ass. And the vibrator pushed home. Slowly in entered her ass. Spurting as it went. She was suddenly glad for the cum.. The lubricant as her ass began to burn and stretch. The seat beneath her butt withdrew, allowing her to shake it and adjust to the rude intruder. Then it came up quickly and smacked her posterior. Then again. And again. It was spanking her as it vibrated and came deep in her ass! And suddenly she began to come too, screaming out around the cock gag-dildo. She could feel something warm and wet rise from the robotic arm beneath her. It covered her pussy, her clit, all of her genitals. And then tiny pores over the gel like pad began to suck and move at slightly differing rates over its surface. It sucked up her lips and folds. It gently probed an inch or two in and out of her pussy, it surrounded and sucked up and down her hard clit as if it was a tiny cock. All the while her orgasm rolled on and on. It would not end. She screamed again.<br /><br /> She heard a knock at the door! She tried her best to be quiet as the vibrator began to slam in and out of her poor ass. The slap of the seat echoing around the room. Her butt burned from the twin abuse, her mouth stretched around the dildo, the wonderful pad teasing her. She could feel it began to separate and open her stretched cunt. Suddenly cool air was felt within her as the pad completely opened. She could feel the whir of the infernal chair, her beloved chair, activating a new arm beneath her.<br /><br /> And all of this was perhaps ten feet from the door as it opened!! She screamed out in frustration and pleasure, able to keep silence no longer as she looked with fear and lust past her weeping sex at the person in her dorm room door. <br /><br />UNAUTHORIZED ORGASM DETECTED ADDING PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 666 TO THE CURRENT PROTOCOL.<br /><br />“What the hell is going on here”?!?!<br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">That was fun to write. And I hope you enjoyed reading it as well. But now its your turn to direct the story! Who is at the door? Her roomate or her roomate's lecherous boyfriend? Both? Maybe her parents came early for a visit? What would her new step father think of her now? Or maybe its another student? Perhaps a teacher or a fireman coming to check up on her because of the storm? YOU DECIDE and make a suggestion about what happens next! And I will happily write it into the story. I will give a few days for comments to come in before I choose the best one. Have Fun!</span>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-66728894785291538162011-05-04T20:26:00.003-05:002011-05-04T20:33:09.030-05:00Love Trainer 5000 part threeMandy swallowed. Heat radiated through her body. Little stars sparkled behind her tightly closed eyes as she concentrated on her task. All the could hear was the buzz of the vibrator, her own suckling sounds, the sound of the rain on her window, and the sudden hum of her computers hard drive for a moment. Then the vibrator in her cunt and the dildo in her mouth both began to slowly move deeper. Slowly forcefully farther inside. . It touched something deep in her cunt and pushed past it. ‘Oh God that feels.. OoooHHHH’ she nearly lost it. And suddenly she realized. She couldn’t breathe!<br /><br />She struggled. She fought her bondage. Nothing. The only response.. REMAIN STILL >zapp<<br />Current jolted her, arcing between the seat and the head of the vibrator inside of her. The thin vibrator began to slide in and out rapidly as the dildo choking her pushed deeper still. Her struggling throat milking more cold fluid from the thing. She came hard! Mewling around the gag and making the chair creak with her thrashing. ‘Oh my God! Im going to die! Im going to choke to death. Im going to drown on fake cum. My Mom will find me dead on this hell machine tomorrow. The first ever in person view my new Stepdad has of me will be my cold pussy being ravaged my mechanical cock’!! She came again. Harder then before. She nearly blacked out from the lack of oxygen and the mind numbing pleasure of it all. The dildo in her throat moved back to jest within her mouth. She gasped, sucking huge lung fulls of blessed air through her nose. She slumped in the chair, covered in sweat. <br /><br />UNAUTHORIZED ORGASMS DETECTED. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL NUMBER 69 DELAYED FOR TRAINING PURPOSES. She could jest remember to suck. The slim vibrator hummed more slowly even as the speed it was thrusting into her increased. Suck spurt.. Gulp, Suckity spuirt. Suckily suck suck. Spurt squirt splash. Gulp.<br /><br />ORAL TRAINING ADVISORY; TAKE A DEEP BREATH. HOLD IT. The dildo thrust deep to the back of her mouth and began to push in deeper. HOLD IT. Her throat muscles squeezed the invader. Her tongue caressing over its underside. HOLD IT. It thrust rapidly back and forth past her tonsils. Then suddenly it with drew completely from her mouth. A long line of drool and slop following it and trailing from the head for long moments before falling on her chin and neck. She reached forward as much as she could. Sliding her tongue under its bulbous hear she could jest wrap her lips around the end and gently suck. More fake cum rolled over her lips and down her cheek. She wanted it. And she didn’t want cum in her pussy. Especially with the hormones doing god knows what to her.<br /><br />COMPLIANCE DETECTED. INTUITIVE PROGRESS DETECTED. REWARD ADMINISTERED. The dildo slid back past her lips and as she made love to it the vibrator farther below slowed to a crawl and began to slowly.. Inflate. It slid slowly deep inside as it grew larger. It surpassed the biggest lover she had ever had so far. And kept growing. Grinding away at her well stuffed sex. ‘Ohhh im so.. Full.. So fucked... so good’. Sitting in euphoria she didn’t notice the flavor and consistence of the glycerin hormone cocktail begin to change at first.<br />All she knew was the sweet wet sounds of her sex session, the rain, the erotic raw feeling in her throat and the new warm full feeling from her breasts. ‘The hormones must be.. > Mmm .suck gulp<.. Doing something to them. Wait.. The fake cum doesn’t taste as sweet now? Oh no. No.. I.. This is real come.. Im sucking up the cum from real men.. Men I don’t even know.. Oh my... Thats so... Nasty.. >suck suck gulp< So.. Hot... >groan.. Suck<.. Oh god is that going to make me cum too? I can feel it start to build... What is Wrong with me’?<br /><br />ORAL TECHNIQUE IMPROVED, ADVANCED ORAL TRAINING INITIATED. She could feel something open and move under the dildo in her mouth. She could feel it gently grab her tongue and roll over it. Then a tiny hard stud slit through the hole of her tongue piercing. And began to guide her actions. Pulling her this way and that even as the main portion of the dildo continued to fuck her face deeply.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">More in one hour. Then a surprise.</span>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-40933414284414307602011-05-04T18:51:00.000-05:002011-05-04T18:52:07.979-05:00grrr<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody">Spiders. Cant stand them. Their only redeeming trait is that they make pretty webs. OUTSIDE. They eat insects. OUTSIDE. And they look cool. OUTSIDE. But where do I find one? INSIDE. On the curtains that i jest washed two weeks ago. I sprayed it with poison. It ran. I sprayed it again. Really soaked it. It ran again. I hit it with the damn bug spray can! What do you know! That stuff can kill spiders after all! Grrr.</span></h6>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-58656882936016787852011-05-04T17:52:00.001-05:002011-05-04T17:54:20.425-05:00Love Trainer 5000 part twoUNAUTHORIZED ORGASM DETECTED. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 37 INITIATED.<br />Mandy slumped in her bonds. Why had she forgotten to lock the door? Why had she neglected to read the instruction manual to this fiendish device? What did it jest say?? She was distracted by the tight bondage and the maddening buzz of the vibrator jest inside her vagina.<br /><br /> Her thoughts were interrupted by a second mechanical arm rising from under the table. This one supported a realistic looking cock. It was of an impressive girth, but she couldn’t tell how long it was as the head was resting two inches in front of her nose. Momentarily cross-eyed, she was admiring its realistic shape when... PRIMING. Several cold white sticky blasts of.. Something.. Shot from the dildo. They struck the bridge of her nose, her left cheek, her lips and finally as the head pushed its way between her lips, a few blasts hit her squarely on the tongue. It tasted musky... Sweet... Strangely familiar.<br /><br /> It slid an inch deeper into her mouth. Any possibility of a safe word or command was now lost as she was now effectively gaged. The butterflies in her lower tummy were restless. PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL 37: YOU WILL NOTICE THE PHALLUS IN YOUR MOUTH. ‘Well no shit’ she thought as the voice continued. IT IS DESIGNED TO INSTRUCT YOU ON FELLATIO DEPTH, SUCTION AND TECHNIQUE. YOU WILL APPLY SUCTION TO THE PHALLUS AS IT TRAINS YOU. AS YOU DO SO A GLYCERIN SYRUP WITH A STRONG HORMONAL COCKTAIL WILL BE SUCCORED FORTH FROM PACKET ONE. IF YOU SUCK TO MUCH THE PACKET WILL BE DRAINED AND REPLACED WITH THE HUMAN EJACULATE CONTAINED IN PACKET TWO. IF YOU DRAIN BOTH QUART SIZED PACKETS YOU WILL BE REWARDED. IF SUCTION SHOULD CEASE A PUNISHMENT WILL BE GIVEN AND THE LIQUID FLOW WILL BE REDIRECTED INTO THE VIBRATOR PRESENTLY AT YOUR VAGINA. THE HORMONES WILL INCREASE MILK PRODUCTION, SEX DRIVE AND FERTILITY. THE SPERM IN PACKET TWO WILL HAVE THE EXPECTED RESULTS. BEGIN.<br /><br /> Mandy began to suck gently on the cock in her mouth. She had no choice. She couldn’t risk this thing making her pregnant! She was trapped, teased and vulnerable. Laying exposed on a bondage chair sucking mechanical cock. Anyone could walk right in on her and do.. Anything. The thought of it nearly set her off again. But she willed herself to hold back. If this was the punishment for one ‘unauthorized orgasm’ then what would happen if she has a second? Her mouth began to slowly fill with syrupy 'robocum'. The absurdity of that thought made her smile around the gag. She didn’t realize it yet but she was starting to like it. <br /><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">More story in one hour. </span>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-53543186707729125302011-05-03T20:13:00.002-05:002011-05-03T20:19:54.995-05:00Maid, a slave<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCztic8Y-p2PysDgMxHyt_7jVGrU-ftoUXJdmZao3LczA0f1UofxkjBRu4kUlijcypcWwFqhHjypFFhcHJ9QRou1xtjojkO3OTWTajJ0P0ZNPxTvjmuyVYql_TvPWahVLKa_eesJsMQmp/s1600/MISC+229a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCztic8Y-p2PysDgMxHyt_7jVGrU-ftoUXJdmZao3LczA0f1UofxkjBRu4kUlijcypcWwFqhHjypFFhcHJ9QRou1xtjojkO3OTWTajJ0P0ZNPxTvjmuyVYql_TvPWahVLKa_eesJsMQmp/s400/MISC+229a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602663709853803234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLGvG8AyGJP-WHNbeovns1xE6dDehxmr7aeZWF67j7fQ2t13WDDPCb38rT2NQH-iHywOyf2w-ZQgQrMkNSIj2_DcVozKpzK4QOhX3YYj1A2FEvbk18fEaUCJvAMvnzDrpcWbWmdCZmbz1/s1600/MISC+229b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLGvG8AyGJP-WHNbeovns1xE6dDehxmr7aeZWF67j7fQ2t13WDDPCb38rT2NQH-iHywOyf2w-ZQgQrMkNSIj2_DcVozKpzK4QOhX3YYj1A2FEvbk18fEaUCJvAMvnzDrpcWbWmdCZmbz1/s400/MISC+229b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602663702758933506" border="0" /></a>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-52908389475078550652011-05-03T08:26:00.004-05:002011-05-03T08:36:02.406-05:00Love Trainer 5000 part one<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzzcyOad2DDrM2UApGj4pg8TSryaVkAyO_DA_PBOYUF1f5gfeVXlBXfuF9jC-G3unJAc3tmL8iJUqj4wm9-epGZn8aFojnoiRQSrV4Qeid27_Z-YlQ86ktww0wdQBQTjJE7WpjzsPDB6M/s1600/LT5000.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzzcyOad2DDrM2UApGj4pg8TSryaVkAyO_DA_PBOYUF1f5gfeVXlBXfuF9jC-G3unJAc3tmL8iJUqj4wm9-epGZn8aFojnoiRQSrV4Qeid27_Z-YlQ86ktww0wdQBQTjJE7WpjzsPDB6M/s400/LT5000.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602481437644440530" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Lets try something a little different. Last nite I started this short story about Mandy. A nice college girl that is turned on with bondage, losing control, and the fear and excitement of being discovered. Lets see how it does, if one person likes it I will write the rest. </span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UVgP5-zuDckuof7u1jXrW-aDYfLec4A3A3vO66ascLmuZZKF2NxFgJZ88qvSXqBUFoh3nN2ElLj7cNat0H7omrcmmD-22dmUZb8B1y3N3Z3YIwURDCKRdWFDWrSoNqnwym1CIBIUbU_j/s1600/LT5000.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UVgP5-zuDckuof7u1jXrW-aDYfLec4A3A3vO66ascLmuZZKF2NxFgJZ88qvSXqBUFoh3nN2ElLj7cNat0H7omrcmmD-22dmUZb8B1y3N3Z3YIwURDCKRdWFDWrSoNqnwym1CIBIUbU_j/s400/LT5000.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602481439717040178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimM7SSmSLp7FcWc27nBbgcZ8WzmHYActAQG0BfOp3XUeLZ-ZXwRgz5jdUcqzcOOE5ly_sHgR32_t6aQF3Z7iJTeSyTNo-7KDR7RZRXiOz3WA2Ywo2QZDH7aNe0ZGIhwClZ0RWF__Pr32I9/s1600/LT5000.3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimM7SSmSLp7FcWc27nBbgcZ8WzmHYActAQG0BfOp3XUeLZ-ZXwRgz5jdUcqzcOOE5ly_sHgR32_t6aQF3Z7iJTeSyTNo-7KDR7RZRXiOz3WA2Ywo2QZDH7aNe0ZGIhwClZ0RWF__Pr32I9/s400/LT5000.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602481435568999154" border="0" /></a>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-58909964017440608772011-05-01T18:39:00.001-05:002011-05-01T18:44:00.427-05:00the dance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIiLZKsBSW8UMv2OCqKwnSg8egbvyrvLHIZm9Ws9GJ5AT7p9yu918mvHo4sm8OrOUmJ0HDXEZmgzeWtWtehzhaVWidrnt6f6Jd1r6IZyKNAOGLb7Mjd1pFsz-EmSer6CACTRvYOgnWfU8/s1600/MISC+201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIiLZKsBSW8UMv2OCqKwnSg8egbvyrvLHIZm9Ws9GJ5AT7p9yu918mvHo4sm8OrOUmJ0HDXEZmgzeWtWtehzhaVWidrnt6f6Jd1r6IZyKNAOGLb7Mjd1pFsz-EmSer6CACTRvYOgnWfU8/s400/MISC+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601897274412083202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tueEk5sM4fbnf6Qt6VIGsgF9KUZlXOLt3XXxFLxCQNpU0SaMnLwesEkeJ9KtFKnARHMlXr2K4-C2lCjU30NIn2GyhrCZuonL5c1cFLYYg8QyL30W55A7zOW4v3sGNkx1jSkCq7Kw0bFy/s1600/MISC+202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tueEk5sM4fbnf6Qt6VIGsgF9KUZlXOLt3XXxFLxCQNpU0SaMnLwesEkeJ9KtFKnARHMlXr2K4-C2lCjU30NIn2GyhrCZuonL5c1cFLYYg8QyL30W55A7zOW4v3sGNkx1jSkCq7Kw0bFy/s400/MISC+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601897276906515698" border="0" /></a>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-46055120431628199082011-04-29T23:33:00.003-05:002011-04-29T23:38:41.701-05:00Thus to bullies<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdrDCOQdKFTYVG3H5zXrFeS2puqxm6tUKHUftk8-1XArp_B1RykT6BcLb2ZSGmddM7tTKjDjnPidUsP5iBvx4HoX4IUddQSUGP5uO3hx8bYSr2V6AdsXh4D3S36upW05GwDUuaYx2i-36/s1600/MISC+228.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdrDCOQdKFTYVG3H5zXrFeS2puqxm6tUKHUftk8-1XArp_B1RykT6BcLb2ZSGmddM7tTKjDjnPidUsP5iBvx4HoX4IUddQSUGP5uO3hx8bYSr2V6AdsXh4D3S36upW05GwDUuaYx2i-36/s400/MISC+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601230301488148498" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">This one is dedicated to everyone that was ever picked on as a child or was emotionally abused for who they were.<br /><br />I admit it. In second grade I was the bully.<br />Call this amends.<br /><br />Peace,<br />Geofrey<br /></span>Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015092898664763504.post-43326099499160459662011-04-29T13:14:00.002-05:002011-04-29T13:22:35.163-05:00Ink for Pink<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6Z4l1AaGv1APA_f9uwxH002ibfftZ6Tj6qc4jBv9henOrhJk8lYLhLTwMUEZg9ueeDeAnUTubNxC9wb9mdrjk_Xu7E_zAST27TgpsWwMD2t-Y032cV8hsm97Q6buBMd4VQUgY-jaUjsX/s1600/MISC+227.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6Z4l1AaGv1APA_f9uwxH002ibfftZ6Tj6qc4jBv9henOrhJk8lYLhLTwMUEZg9ueeDeAnUTubNxC9wb9mdrjk_Xu7E_zAST27TgpsWwMD2t-Y032cV8hsm97Q6buBMd4VQUgY-jaUjsX/s400/MISC+227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601070895807720162" border="0" /></a><br />God im lazy. Yes I know this is the second post in twelve hours but they are all little ones. There are, I exaggerate not, five larger muti image posts on my computer right now in varying states on not-quite ready. I need to get off my but and FINISH something bigger then a couple of pics and a few pretty words!<br /><br />BAH. And I have to go to a recital tonight, a BBQ and a birthday party tomorrow, mow the anchorage, and go to work. <br /><br />Sigh.... Ok a few more little ones for now and the big ones will start on Sunday. I dont have anything going on Sunday.Geofreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18259509067119405992noreply@blogger.com0