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Mouse Gestures in Mozilla
Jedbro writes: "I have really enjoyed the mouse gestures in Opera since its release, since then I have come across an awesome new project at Mozdev, called OptiMoz. OptiMoz (a.k.a. MozGest) is a XPI for Mozilla allowing Mouse Gestures to be available. It works great with Mozilla 0.9.4 and nightly builds.
It currently has Gestures for: *New Tab Window (Moz Tabs!!) *Forward in History *Backward in History *Reload *New Document *Up a directory in the URL *View Source *View Cookies for Current Domain *View Meta Data for Domain and *Access Homepage."
By now, all devotees of adult entertainment must be familiar with the new sub-genre known simply as "Bukkake". I will not go into an historical/linguistic analysis of the term, but I will attempt to offer a sketch of the genre and ruminate a bit on some of the potential sociological implications of what I see as a significant advance in human behavior. The original Japanese films portrayed a highly ritualized sex show where a demure young lass, usually in school girl or corporate uniform kneels in the center of a small room. There is usually some visual prop to emphasize her as the center of attention - velvet ropes hung from brass pedestals forming a fence around her, two or three rows of "security guards" who serve to control access to her. The girl waits patiently, little or no emotion showing on her face as one by one, men who have been masturbating just off camera approach and ejaculate into her face. Often there will be as many as 75 or 80 men. Sometimes the girl briefly fellates the man of the moment, sometimes not. There is usually no significant sound track ( ie.music or dialogue ) other than a few appreciative grunts and groans from the gents. Although I find some Japanese women quite attractive, the Japanese bukkake films I've viewed leave me cold, kinda like watching an IBM documentary on their latest mainframe operating system. Not to worry though, with characteristic Yanqui ingenuity and resolve, the U.S.porn industry has spotted a good idea, and improved it. The U.S. versions are considerably livelier, almost a party atmosphere. Some of the girls really get into the action, after all they are doing the best thing possible for their complexions -the natural vitamins and proteins in cum have long been known to help condition skin. I'm really enthusiastic about the direction of the U.S. versions, a few of the latest films I've seen have been quite hot, and I think bukkake also has some promise as a general, amateur activity. Talk about a natural fund raiser - how many times have you been driving around and seen a church group or civic club selling car washes ? Now, who the hell wants to wash their car ? I let mine sit in the rain - works just fine. But suppose you drove past a fire department and saw a large hand-lettered sign that read "Bukkake 5$" . You park, and walk into the station, ( which has been emptied of fire trucks for this occasion ), and lo and behold, a gorgeous brunette Demi Moore look alike is kneeling on a pillow in the center of the garage. Men mill around, drinking draft Heineken from a freshly tapped keg, bullshitting, and stroking their meat. One by one, as the need arises, they drift on over to Demi and shoot their load. Her hair is streaked with strands of cum, cum hangs from her chin and occasionally falls to her bare breasts - she is grinning like a she-devil - a good time is had by all. Shit, you would donate 5 bucks and join the party, right ? Bukkake is also a natural initiation rite in a least two ways. First, sororities at some of our rowdier campuses could require that all new members undergo a bukkake. The beautiful debutante would kneel in the center of a large room in the sorority house while several invited fraternity houses mill around, swilling beer, and, uh, rising to the occasion. The debutante would have to fellate the three largest guys, the rest would have to service themselves. At the crucial moment guys move right next to or in front of the cutie and shoot their load. The whole party would be recorded on video for both the sorority archives and the debutantes scrapbook. ( Interesting item for her future ex-husband don't you think ?) Football games ( pro and college ) could be made infinitely more interesting if a simple rule was adopted: the losing quarterback=s wife or girlfriend must perform a bukkake for the players and staff of the victorious team. This would take place immediately after the game and be televised live - wow - talk about ratings ! Anyone stuck in Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport would appreciate this scheme: Shitcan 1 large giftshop on each concourse and make it into a bukkake room. Hookers from Greater Atlanta, dressed in cute stewardess outfits would staff each room. Christ, guys would be praying for flight delays. My final suggestion: For all you guys who have stood in line for 3 or 4 hours at the local Division of Motor Vehicles office waiting for the privilege of paying 20 or 30 bucks for a plastic decal which certifies that you have, uh, spent 20 or 30 bucks, how would you like the cutest female employee at the office to be forced into bukkake for the waiting gents ? Think the shits would speed up service ? ( Probably not, I can see the end of shift scene now as one female employee consoles another : "Lawdy lawdy Shoneeka , dey sure cum all OVAH you dis afternoon !" ).
Nice try at a troll, but you really didn't cut it. Needs more swearwords.
Who gives a fuck? I want more stories about hot lesbian teenage sisters having dirty nasty sex.
Only if you happen to be browsing resting both hands upon the keyboard. Personally I prefer to sit back and just use the mouse in one hand, switching back to the keyboard, positioning both hands is just an inconvience at this point. I can happily browse with little use of the keyboard with just four simple quick guestures in Opera: open new window from a link, close window, forward and back, whatever. As for RSI, personally Im more held up trying to remember not to wack the keys and thus damage my joints.
Whatever, personal preference and frankly I find it more intuitive.
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"Sounds inviting," I said. "You get started while I clean up." I watched her head up the stairs, her long legs were tanned and slim, her bare feet padded on the carpet. Then I picked up the empty popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen. The movie we rented was sexy with lots of nudity. Brenda and I had been lying on each end of our large living room couch. My hand had slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes, and I could tell from Brenda's squirming that she was enjoying herself too. By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and wet. I knew from Brenda's suggestion of the shower that she was as horny as I was.
Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved being naked and touching each other. When we were younger, it was innocent, sisterly stuff: inquisitive fingers exploring under a nightie or a bathing suit. But as teenagers, there were times when it went a lot further. Like the first time Brenda made out with a boy. She raced home to tell me. I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me. From then on, we would practice our kissing techniques on each other before we went out on a date. Sometimes I wondered which I liked more, making out with my sister or my boyfriends.
We shared a large bedroom with two beds, but in the winter we often slept together. Many nights, we would snuggle up to get warm and our hands would wander, caress, and search. It was so erotic to fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Brenda's legs or hers on my breast. One night, I woke up to feel her finder in me. She must have been having a very wet dream; she was fingering me in her sleep. I thought it was so adorable and returned the favor, awakening her from her slumber with a warm, wet orgasm.
The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed up stairs to our parent's huge bathroom. It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower. I could see Brenda through the steamy glass shower doors. She had her head tilted back letting the hot water wash over her face. Her small breasts were little cones that stood straight out.
As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped patch of fur over her crotch that pointed like an arrow to her slit. I had trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my "get to the fucking point" design.
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my panties down my legs. The crotch was still damp from playing with myself while watching the sexy movie. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me.
"We need a wash cloth," I said, turning to get one.
"Wait, Karen." Brenda held my arm. "Just your hands."
"You're such a bad girl," I said as she pulled me into the two streams of water.
Brenda handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. "Do my back."
I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back starting at her shoulders and working my way down. Brenda leaned forward placing her hands on the wall; her head faced down between her arms as the hot water sprayed over her. I increased my circles to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep over her breasts. Every second or third time, I would stop on her nipples and give them extra attention; they hardened at my touch. I ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently clean her underarms. My sister was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down to her pussy. I hoped it was working now.
From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her bottom. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Brenda's clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at school.
Brenda and I loved to play little sexy games when we were in public. Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other. Then we would switch panties. During the next class, I would push the wet crotch of her panties in me. What a turn-on it was to smell her pussy on my fingers and know her warm girl-cum was mixing with mine.
We were always seeing how much we could get away with. Once in a crowded elevator on our way up to our father's office, I was squeezed in close behind Brenda. Without anyone knowing, she reached behind and slipped her hand under my mini-skirt. By the time I realized what she was doing, her finger was around the edge of my panties and into my pussy. I was so flushed I almost fainted. As the doors opened and we stepped out, she licked her finger. "My favorite flavor," she said with a wink. I was destroyed for the rest of the afternoon.
But I always got her back. Like the time our family sat at the table eating dinner and our mother was discussing some important school event with Brenda. I sat across from my sister, and while she tried to talk, I slipped my bare foot up between her legs and rubbed her crotch with my big toe. Paybacks are hell, I thought, as I watched her squirm.
As the hot water created a steam cloud wrapping itself around us, I leaned forward and kissed Brenda's back. Then I lathered up again and rubbing her beautiful bottom. Running my slippery hand up and down her crack, I could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me.
"Get it really clean," Brenda said, smiling over her shoulder.
"Expecting company?" I asked.
"Only that nasty little tongue of yours."
"My, aren't we horny tonight." I squatted down and ran my soapy hands along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. While I stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of my face, particularly her puckered little hole. It looked like a small flower and I remembered the first time I saw it up close. We were in bed one night exploring each other's bodies using only the glow of a flashlight. Brenda lay on her stomach and stuck her bottom up. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her hole, asking me what it looked like. I told her I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world, next to her pussy of course. That night we spent hours just sniffing and licking each other's bottoms.
I continued washing Brenda's legs working my way up until I was stroking her pussy from behind. She moaned at my touch. Then I took my thumbnail and softly scratched her anus causing an immediate contraction of her cheeks. I pushed the tip of my thumb against her little hole until her muscles relaxed, and then let it slide in about the depth of my nail. Brenda responded by pushing back trying to force it in further. With my thumb inside her, I stood up and let my hips press up against her ass. Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of my hand and started a slow pumping rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt.
Next, I leaned over so my breasts lay against her back. I reached my other hand around and cupped her left breast, taking her swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb up inside her rectum as far as it would go.
"God, that feels so good," she managed to say as she met my thrusts. "Just the right size." Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, her body trembled, her stomach sucked in and out. I know my sister well; she was going to come fast and hard. I loved the feel of my cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of her; all I wanted was to make her come.
"God, if I only had a dick."
She climaxed with a shudder; gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back. She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, the steaming water washing over us. I slowed my thrusts and tried to support Brenda to keep her from sinking to the floor; her legs shaking, her body limp. Slowly she recovered and caught her breath. As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes and covered her back and neck with kisses. She straightened and turned around, her eyes glazed over with sex.
Brenda wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss. It was not a sisterly peck but a passionate, "fuck me" kiss. Our breasts pressed together wet and slippery, soft and wonderful. We shifted slightly so our pussies could grind against each other's thighs; our hips moved in a wanton, lustful motion.
Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Brenda by the hand. "Let's dry off and go to bed," I said.
"Is that a proposition?" she asked with a giggle.
"Let's just say I heard you were an easy lay."
She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my pussy, her middle finger resting between my folds. Then she whispered into my ear, "We're wasting time talking when we could be fucking."
Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out. Brenda grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off. I was so turned on I wanted to pull her to the floor and go down on her right there. But before I could, Brenda threw her towel over my head.
"So you think I'm an easy lay, do you? Well, little sister, if you want to fuck me, you've got to catch me first."
With that, she ran out the door and down the hall. Tossing the towel aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared around a corner.
Down the stairs we ran, two naked girls chasing each other like dogs in heat. The sight would have given any boy an instant hard-on and any girl a wet crotch. We raced around, me catching her only to have Brenda slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room.
Do it.
Dude, stop flailing your pencil dick around or I'll freaking cut it off, comprende?
They entered into what seemed to be a dungeon. It was dimly lit. CmdrTaco looked around. He saw a small matress laying on the floor with metal rods at the four corners with holes to hold handcuffs in. He saw a colonial headrack; a small device that holds your head and hands in small holes in a slab of wood. "Probably perfect for spanking," thought CmdrTaco. Hemos led him over to a small table. "You will be my sex slave from this moment on. You will do whatever I tell you to do without a moment's hesitation. I am your teacher, you are the student. Also, you are NEVER to talk unless I ask you a question," Hemos told the small CmdrTaco. "Yes sir," was CmdrTaco's stupid reply. "Fool, did I ask a question? No! You are not to talk unless I ask a question! You will be punished! Take all of your clothes off now." CmdrTaco stripped down to the nude. Hemos was impressed by his 8" piece of meat. He had expected it at around 6" or so. CmdrTaco's cock was rockhard and standing straight in the air, almost pointing at Wil. Hemos took a small chain with a clip on each end from the table. "If you make ANY sound at all, I will whip your ass until it is red," Hemos told CmdrTaco. Hemos opened the clasp of the one clip and placed it on CmdrTaco's right breast and clipped the other to his left. CmdrTaco bit his bottom lip but remained silent. "Lay down on that matress," Hemos commanded and CmdrTaco did as he was told. Hemos then cuffed his two wrists and his two ankles to the rods at the corners of the matress. Hemos then stripped out of his Star Fleet uniform. CmdrTaco gapped at Hemos's enormous penis. It was 9", but it wasn't just its length, but it's WIDTH! It was the biggest cock he had ever seen. Hemos squatted over CmdrTaco as drips of precum emerged from his cock head. CmdrTaco almost fainted from the heavy, musty smell of Hemos. It was heaven! Hemos was truely a man. "Don't take it all in at once," Hemos instructed, "Tease it." CmdrTaco began to slowly lick at the eye of his cock and sucked up the precum. He then opened his mouth wider to take in Hemos's cockhead and then his thick shaft. Hemos moaned with enjoyment. CmdrTaco strained to take it all in "Ohh! Ohh!," screamed Hemos in ectasy. "I'm coming! I'm cummmmmmmmming!," he screamed again. CmdrTaco's eyes widened to the size of Hemos's massives balls when Hemos shot a tankful of manly juice into his mouth. It was the biggest load he ever sucked outta a man! He struggled to drink it all but some of it leaked out the corners of his mouth. "Stupid slave! You were supposed to drink it all! Now, drink this!" Hemos stood up and grabbed his cock. CmdrTaco knew what was coming and opened his mouth wide. Suddenly, a stream of piss erupted from the giant meat of Hemos and sprayed into CmdrTaco's mouth. CmdrTaco made sure this time to drink it all.
Your dick after I cut it off:
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I think you will find it in CmdrTaco's mouth if you ever need it again.