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A little piece of me, and what I have gone througth |
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To Be Decided Upon Later |
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I sat on my bed one night and looked at the computer screen. I want to write something. But what do I write? I wanted to write something that had in sex. That is mainly my driving point, but as of late, they have ended up with happy endings. Instead of the end of one affair with someone that they liked, but had no intension of staying with. |
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I may have lost my interest in torrid little affairs. I even surprised myself when I finished "The Maccoys" on a loving note. I think that it is being 21, single, and not having one single date since I was 16. Since I have been down here, everyone is asking me if I was married. Why on earth should I be married at 21? Plus, if I was married, I would not be down here anyway. |
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I look back at the screen. I have nothing left to write. I have written about teenagers, incest times two, three different ways, swinging, masturbation, rape, speculation about someone else's sex life, sex at work, sex in school with a teacher, sex in a park, sex with friends who turned lovers, one boy and one girl, sex in the bathroom of a bar, and even one where the sex life of other people are brought up for discussion. |
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I was thinking of writing something about two gay men. I was of course was going to give it a happy ending. But I don't know if I could write it. The idea is novel, but the idea still gives me the slight creeps. I have gotten use to it, and it might even turn me on a bit, but it is still odd. Like the idea of having sex is great, but at times the idea, is seriously gross. |
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I have never had "sex" I've coupled. I've made love. Some times it looks like having sex has nothing to do with love. Oh, by the way, when I said that I did not have "sex" but made love. I meant that I did not have intercourse. We held, kissed, rubbed against each other, and got partly or fully naked. Before I wised up, I gave blow jobs, I know that the number does not matter, but I only did it twice, and it was over a year between both of them. The same thing goes for when I had anal sex. I am so tight that they did not got all the way in. In fact they got nowhere. They just parted me and continually bummed into me. For kisses, I have the same story. My first set was over a period of four weeks, but only on four different days. I also had the year gap before I was kissed again. Same person for two days that was a day apart. My last encounter with all of this was 5 years ago. Lucky me. |
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The only good thing that is coming out of all of this, is the fact that I won't by some chance get AIDS. After my last encounter, I realized how dumb I was being. So I told my self that as far as I was going to go from now on, was kissing and groping, and maybe some body kissing. You're probably thinking, what would happen if the guy did not know this and was ready to go all the way? Well I was thinking about that when I meet this guy at a concert, that the band "Sponge" was having at a music store in Manhattan. He was interested in me and I was certainly interested in him. We powed around for about two hours before the gig started, but when it was over he disappeared. I am pretty sure that if my friend was not there I would have kissed him in the line while we were waiting to get in. That way I would not have this slight regret. |
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He was quite adorable, even if he did drink. His name was Chase, and he worked for a hockey team. I think that he said that he was in the promotions department, and the name of the team was the "Buccaneers". I forget for which part of Florida it belonged. Anyway there was the real likelihood that I was going to end up in his hotel room that night. I got my hand on his butt. He told me to. He had this sticker, and he wanted it on his back pocket, so he asked me to put it on him. After I did, his friend asked me if I had liked doing that and I told him that I did, with a grin on my face. I even wrote a poem about him. But it was not the kind that you think that it was. |
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So what do I write? I need to write something. I might have to go into period costume. Meaning? I might have to go back into time. Now I am not talking about hundreds of years ago. It will be sometime this century. But then I may not. We will have to see. So until then I have to live through this time of inactivity in writing. |
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Back To Story Cover |
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A Word From The Web Holder |
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UpDate - 2002
I'm now 25 years old. Some of the things that I said sound dumb to me to now, but that is what I honestly believed so I'm going to leave it.
I still like boys, even if most of them don't like me. And when I say boys I don't mean just the young. I think a guy about 10 years older than me would be perfect. I'm not one for heavy dating. Why date someone you don't want to stay with? At 35 or later he should be getting ready to settle down, So he would look abit further than just my outward apparace. I hope anyway. |
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Update - July 2008
I've lost most of my stories. I am at present hunting though all my cds to try and find a copy of the stories. I forgot that I even had some of those stories. I had to read upabove to remember that I wrote such stories. I haven't done anything with my stories in about 7 years. I just hope that I can still find them. I've lost so much data over the years. If they are really gone, then I'll come back and take down this page. I don't remember them and I don't believe that I can even think of re-writing them. |
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The Old Stuff. |
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How much of that do you think is real? Do you think that I made that up and thought that it was a good angle? I'll let you decide for yourself if it is true or no |
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This is true. *smiles* |
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I am a 24 year old female that is at prestently living on the island of St.Kitts. I have only been back to my birth country since the September of 1997 |
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Before that, I lived in New York for five years. I'll be coming back soon (but not as soon as I would have liked). I miss New York. I had a bed in Brooklyn, but if you wanted to find me, I would have been in the East Village, in The Tower Book store reading, or in NYU's computer lab typing up my poems. |
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What kind of music do I like? I love REM's 'Loosing My Relgion' video. I like the B-52's, and Enya. I wish I had the 'Pure Moods' CD. I like the Beach Boys, Cherry Popping Daddys, and Savage Garden. |
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I have been writing poems since I was 16. That is about the some time that I started to use computers. I learned how to make this web site while I was making it. What was that? A month ago?(that was over 2 years now, almost 3) *smiles*. I think that I did well. |
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I started writing these stories about the same time that I came back. Around November I think. They're not bad. I have more. |
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About not showing my face. I don't like it. I think that I'm just not worth looking at. But I'll bend to the will of those who accually want to see my face. |
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Anything else that you like to know? I think that you know how to reach me |
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See ya- Jhoy |
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I'm a very bad speller. As you may alreadly have noticed. Bye. |
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P.S. |
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� 1997 jhoyelba@yahoo. |
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