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| With all these half-naked women around, how can a man concentrate on the Lord? "Ladies, when I'm sitting in church I'm trying to focus on Jesus not your plump thighs squeezed in a tight ,black khaki mini skirt." |
| Walk into church some day with a bag of clothes. Hand it to the sluts: Say, Um here is some clothes. Jesus said to give clothes to the naked. Here you go. They will be so publicaly embarrassed and humiliated they will think twice coming in half naked again. |
| I like to remain naked, without any clothes as much as possible,and i like to take orders from women? i am male 27 a bit plump. is this normal |
| What is normal, exactly? Is there even such a thing? Wouldn't being 'normal' make everyone the same? After all, it's how you are. Nothing wrong with it. Why shouldn't you be yourself? =) I suggest covering up in public places, so you won't get arrested or anything though... |
| Requirements for a Good Looking Naked Male? A silly question maybe, but I'm a bit confused. Where do women draw the line between thinking a man looks good naked and being repulsed? I'm asking because I think I may be borderline. I'm a 23 year old male, over 6ft in height. My arms are muscular, but I have slight man-boobs as well. I also have a slight beer belly and love handles. Plus my rear-end is rather large. And I'm extremely hairy (just on the front and legs). I said slight, these fat areas are not grotesquely huge, and I'm certainly not anywhere close to obese and never will be. So my question is, do having these plump areas and hairyness automatically prevent a man from looking good naked or he can look good if these areas are small enough? |
| No the way you described yourself wouldn't make you the least bit unnatractive, at all. Little "imperfections" if you can even call them that, there is nothing wrong with them. I don't even find these muscular, trim, male model looking guys attractive. Im happy with something average and normal, and if I love the guy... that would look the best to me |
| Please read: Would you wanna continue reading on if this were a book...??? This is unedited too? It was Friday night and Jaya and her homeboy Silk were going to hit up Candies. Candies was a local strip joint that doubled as a club in their town. It would be 19-year-old Jaya’s first time ever going to a strip club. Jaya knew that if she was going to be in a club of mostly half-naked women, she would really have to be on point. So she put on her favorite dark skinny jeans, the ones that made her butt look nice and plump like an apple. They also benefitted her by showing the big butterfly she had recently gotten tattooed on her lower back. Then she looked in her closet for a cute top exclaiming, “Damn! I knew I shoulda went to the mall and got me a fit! Can’t walk in there half-steppin!” Then she remembered the top she had bought a week earlier. It was purple and gold, and cut so she could show off her dangling butterfly navel ring. She put it on and looked her outfit over in the mirror stating her approval by saying, “Get ‘em! Get ‘em!” At that moment her cell phone rung. The phone read Silk. She answered, “Hello?” A low tenor replied, “I’m outside. Hope you got on something sexy!” “Now you of all people know I keep it sexy.” She laughed a little too hard. She then strapped on her gold stiletto pumps, grabbed her gold clutch and walked out of her room. Her mother and lil brother, B.J were in the living room watching something on TV. She walked over to her little brother asking, “Can I get your house key?” Since she had just recently moved back into her grandmother’s house she still hadn’t had a key made. In the back of her mind, she didn’t have any intentions of getting one made either because she didn’t plan to be living there long. B.J came back with the key and handed it to her. She then walked into her grandmother’s room and wished her goodnight saying, “See ya in the morning grama, I’m goin out”. Even though her grandmother was ill she always had something to say that would put a smile on your face. Big Lady, as her family called her, exclaimed, “aawwww hooochiie cooochiiie”. Big Lady would always state this remark if you were wearing something very revealing or tight. Jaya smiled it off because she knew her grandmothers thoughts. Jaya made her way out the front door and sashayed up to Silk’s silver Dodge Intrepid. As soon as Jaya opened the door, Silk expressed his approval, “Wooeeeyyy! I’ma have to fight to keep them ****** off you tonight!” Jaya responded, “What-eva!” They both laughed as Silk backed out of her driveway. Jaya then got serious and asked, “Do I look okay?” She knew she liked her ensemble but needed the approval of a male, like she did most her young life. Silk then looked her over and said, “You know you sexy. Don’t take this the wrong way but you fine enough to work in the club we about to go in”. Jaya just blushed, but somewhere in her insecure mind she wanted to believe it was true. When Jaya and Silk pulled up to Candies the line was out the door. She immediately became self-conscious. Jaya had come a long way since her guyhood days of low self-esteem and various insecurities but still her mind always found a way to detract from her true beauty. They got out the car and walked up to end of the line. Though the line was long security had the line moving fast. When they got to the entrance, Silk paid for Jaya and himself. Walking into the club Jaya was taken aback. At first glance in the strip club she saw a light-skinned chick with Indian long black hair, standing 5’4 in some stiletto heels. She was donned in a black criss-cross top that barely had enough fabric to cover her size D cup rack. Leaving little to the imagination she had on a pair of T-backs that her big rump-shaker seemed to swallow. The club goers knew her as Stallion . She lived up to her name too. She was swaying in tune to the slow rhythmic beat of T-Pain’s “Can’t Believe It”. She had the anxious young dude in front of her in awe. He sat flashing a big stack of 20s while licking his lips staring hard at her as she teased him by playing with…. |
| First of all you're presenting this genre of work to the wrong forum of people. They read what they know. I don't particularly choose urban fiction but I do read what my daughter brings home. Some of it is very 'adult' for a fifteen year old but then again at fifteen I was heavily into Jackie Collins. We also don't live in 'da hood' so I know she is limited in some ways and that these books give her a glimpse into what other people of color lives are like. The choices they make, the options they have etc. I've grown to appreciate not only the writing style but the authors who bring there life experiences to light. Sometimes I feel as though the people who have made the other comments live a sheltered life and choose to believe that the news and rap music are the only places where they can see 'black' people. They don't choose to read the writing because they've never lived the experiences and therefore have no desire to hear it. I've never lived it either (in a real life for death type of way) but I see your character. I see Jaya doing the getting hoochified. I remember at that age wanting to squeeze into tight jeans a baby tee's and go out to get the attention of grown men even if I didn't know what to do with it. I wanted to be in those places where all the action was going to be. I remember standing on those long lines, not sure if my outfit was good enough to get all of my crew in. I'd be freezing my *** off in practically nothing just so they could see my body. I am interest enough to continue reading, I want to know 'how Stallion got her name' stallions gallop not sway. Why is Jaya at a strip club? How old is Silk and why hasn't he made a physical move on her? Why isn't her grandmother more concerned about her going out that way? Does her insecurites come from the lack of attention shown by her family? Does Jaya have education going for her? Are they living in the hood or somewhere on the fringes? You mention her mother sitting there with her little brother how come she doesn't comment? Does Jaya want to be at the club or was she 'expected to go'? Is she lesbian or just curious or what? Despite what the other comments say, I would read off if for no other reason than because you have given and interesting start to several questions that now I want answered. An opening that has enough answers and questions is ideal in keeping the flow moving. Next you should begin answering the questions asked about Jaya and perhaps pepper it with some serious hood action. And remember if you want constructive critiques find a forum more geared toward your style of writing. J... |
| Can you please crit the start of my short story? its due soon i need help!!? So i'm in college (16 years old) and I have no skill at all when it comes to writing. My 1000 word short story draft is due tomorrow morning and i'm having so much trouble. Please give me any tips/ideas to follow onto.. any help would be greatly appreciated. I know it's not good.. it's just a draft and i havent spell checked or anything. Thanks!! He sat there picking at his fingernails as the head of arts, Julia, flicked through his large portfolio of sketches and paintings. He was applying for art school. The woman who would decide his future was plump with dull coloured clothes and hair resembling a dying plant that was begging for water. Why was Ezra so worried about getting in to the school of arts anyway? He could always work in his dad's paper shop. Like hell. He had been in Julia's office for over forty five minutes now, secretly thinking about how pretentious and ******* annoying she was. Julia stared at Ezra over the rim of her glasses as he looked out the window as he found it awkward when people looked at his art. At this point in time he wished that he had turned up stoned, as his friend had half jokingly suggested. He felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of her gaze, his face was burning red and a sweat broke out on the top of his lip. She picked up one of his drawings of a naked woman embracing a bear. 'Ah, what is this portraying, the fragility of the human form and our emotional connection to animals?' 'No, you *****, it's art and nothing more!' hissed Ezra. He stood up, casually took his portfolio out of her hands and sulked over to the door. Ezra Aldmann felt him self dying inside. His bony twig like fingers wrapped around a paintbrush as he slumped in front of his easel, his other hand accommodating a joint which his friend Jordi had kindly rolled for him after the art school ordeal. In front of him was a mirror, he was doing a self portrait. Ezra was dependent on drugs, letting himself think that trips were where his creativity came from. |
| It is good, with many descriptive words and actions, but is that how it ends? I hope not. Because then it just leaves you hanging without a clue as to what happens or where it is going. Finish the story, and then get it proof-read, or an opinion. But it is coming along very good and keeps your interest guessing. Let me know when you finish it. If you would like my opinion when done, I will happily give it. Okay? P.S. 16 and in college is impressive! Good work! |
| Is this scene too, sexual? In the upstair hall I saw a woman. My eyes widened. "Hello? Whats your name?" She spoke, with a icy, but beautiful voice."Look, at me." I looked more closley at her. She seemed like a queen, high and regal, with a strange air of mystery about her. And her beauty couldn't help but add mystery to her. She had dark, dark wavy hair, with these strikingly pale blue eyes, blood-red plump lips, with what looked like a natural rose blush, brushed across her pale and lightly freckled face, and this porclein face, that seems, if anyone had tried to hit it, would break into a million pieces. Although her eyes were set too apart, and the nose a bit big, she, was, even with the flaws, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I just couldn't help to think, what kind of woman she was. So that's why, when she beckoned me into my bedroom moments later, she pulled me in to. I wanted to get away. But she was too strong. She pushed me against the wall, poured some champagne into my mouth and popped a truffle in too. To make me drunk. But I was conscious of what she was doing. She pulled me to the middle of the room. She slipped the sleeves of my dress, causing the dress to fall to the floor. I was only wearing my bra and knickers now. She pulled the bra off me and pulled me onto the bed with her. She embraced my lips. I tried to resist, but, she was kissing me to hard, trying to open my mouth, and gripping my arms so I couldnt move. I gave up. Sadly, I opened my mouth while kissing her and she placed her tounge with mine. She let go of my arms, and still kissing me, pulled all her clothes of to. She was naked.And she pulled my only piece of clothing off. I was naked. And she pulled me into an embrace so strong, I was unconsious... |
| I think its supposed to be sexual? XD but its beautifully written though (: |
| What do you all think about this? Don’t be bias cause it seems like a jerk ? I am actually pregnant now, but normally a very thing girl. I am 5'6 and normally weigh 110. It's hard for me to gain weight for some reason ever since I had our first son. Well anyway my husband knows that I am VERY sensitive and bothered by my weight b/c as a women being so skinny, the first things to go are my butt and breats. I don’t feel confident in being naked around him or even in my clothes. I feel gross! Well when we get into heated arguments (we do once in awhile and we are both very hot headed and go off with the mouths) he will bring in up. See before I got pregnant he would say don’t worry honey I only say these things b/c I get so mad-im not even a butt or titty man, I don’t mean them and I am sorry-I think your this & that or else I wouldn’t have married you and so on, BUT now that it's all plump he is so much more into my body and I can tell, he may not even realize the difference but he is so into me now and shows me more attention about it even, so that means when he told me he isn’t a butt or boob man, he was lying to make me feel better. It really hurts b/c I know I will be skinny again and just yesterday he told me in an argument that my boobs and butt normally looks like a crackhead except now that im pregnant. It also hurts b/c he NEVER calls me sexy or anything. AND the thing is he has guys with another girl and when we were split up, he went and stayed at her house (before we were married) but always told me he didn’t like her, had no feelings for her, he just needed a free place to stay and so on. Well once he same over to visit our guys and I saw texts on his phone to her saying hi sexy, how are you and the girls? He NEVER NEVER came at me like that and I feel so crazy right now-I almost don’t know if our marriages is worth it at this point. Do I make sense or do you think I am being over sensitive b/c of pregnancy hormones? |
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