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Full Body Scanners Installed In 10 US Airports
Lapzilla brings word that airports around the US are beginning to use a new type of body-scanning machine which records pictures of travelers underneath their clothing. The process takes roughly 30 seconds, and the person viewing the pictures is located in a separate room. We've discussed similar scanners in the past. From USAToday:
"[Barry Steinhardt, head of the ACLU technology project] said passengers would be alarmed if they saw the image of their body. 'It all seems very clinical and non-threatening -- you go through this portal and don't have any idea what's at the other end,' he said. Passengers scanned in Baltimore said they did not know what the scanner did and were not told why they were directed into the booth. Magazine-sized signs are posted around the checkpoint explaining the scanners, but passengers said they did not notice them."
Women. The great enigma. Every man who desires them treats them differently, and the dance between one man and one woman as they work shyly and tenderly towards each other is as unique as a snowflake on a cold late autumn night, fragile and yet beautiful.
Some men are coarse, and wish to woo their ladies with feats of strength and masculinity. Often tall and powerful, they cast themselves as the protector to the protected, the coccoon to the lady's butterfly. Eager to prove themselves, they will be loud, brash, but never disrespectful, and will win their prize with acts of courage and valour.
Some men, on the other hand, are gentle. They behave towards a woman they desire as a honeybee would to a flower, delicately circling her before coming in to make his move, entering into a relationship where neither can survive without the other - as the honeybee to the flower, as the yin to the yang, is the man to the woman. More introverted but no less eager, he will aim to triumph in the game of love with gifts, such as chocolate, or flowers, or his mere presence on a night where she needs him most.
Both are filled with wonderment and fascination, a process that has danced for thousands of years, for millions of couples in hundreds of countries. You will have to find your own way to dance this ancient, timeless dance, but sure enough, you will find your feet, and you will find your partner in your own way.
Me, you ask? Well, I've never touched a woman, because I was born with cats for hands.
Christ, I love Greek! Women just don't seem to understand that a man can find just as much pleasure in the warm confines of a well- muscled ass as they can in the satin embrace of a well-wetted cunt. Maybe we men have conditioned them too well to ignoring one hole for the other: nonetheless, every man I've talked to about it loves Greek and every woman who I've talked to about it has been less than enthusiastic. So imagine my surprise last weekend when geekgirlandrea treated me to the joys of anal sex in what must be the first time in five or six years.
The night started our strangely. geekgirlandrea had just finished re- arranging her large library and was exhausted. As suits my biological clock, I was just coming awake at 10 PM when she was turning in. She invited me to bed and I politely declined: I was horny as usual and told her I'd keep her awake. After a couple of more requests from her, I stripped and crawled in beside her. geekgirlandrea loves to snuggle and wasted no time in curling her small body up next to mine. I turned and kissed her. She was oddly responsive for her tired state, and teased me with a hint of tongue in her kisses. I reached down to feel her muff and found it just beginning to rev as her right hand slipped down her belly to her clit.
I took up what has become my customary position between her legs - kneeling and using my cock as a sex toy to tickle her lower labia and the entrance to her cunt. But this time I let my aim wander lower to the wonderful curve where ass, crotch, and leg meet. I rubbed my cock against this soft crescent and expanded the stroke to brush against the entrance to her ass. I noticed that every time that my prick touched her rosebud, her strokes on her clit quickened. It wasn't long before I was pressing the tip of my cock against her asshole.
Surprise! My cock slipped easily into her ass until the entire head was buried inside, and just as I was about to pull out and apoligize, she handed me a bottle of sex lubricant and said "What the fuck? Why not?". I pulled back and poured the lubricant on my hard cock and noticed her pussy was swollen and very wet. I worked my cock back into its previous nest. It was so easy. I could feel her ass muscles relaxing and opening for me. I eased ever so slowly deeper. Such heaven! Like a warm, wet hand gripping all around my prick - so much tighter than pussy, and delightful in an entirely different way. I could feel her hips grind against me as I worked the last of my seven-plus inches into her back door. Realizing where I was and how long it had been since I'd known this pleasure, I had to fight to pull the reigns in on my orgasm.
It seemed like forever - my slow rocking pulling my cock almost full-length out of her ass before easing it back in until my balls rested against her firm buns. Her right hand furiously massaged her clit and her left hand played at the entrance of her cunt, pressing on the full length of her labia. And all the while my cock was enveloped in a firm net of gripping muscles that wrestled to bring the cum from me. "It's so weird," she said as she searched for the grip on her own orgasm. Suddenly, it was upon her. I felt her ass open up like a mouth that was just to blow up a ballon. "Are you close?" she hissed. "No," I grunted. She was close, tho'. Too close to stop. I felt her stiffen and lurch under me. "Uuhhhh! Come on you bastard! Fill my ass!" she yelled as she dug her nails into my back. Amazing what a little dirty talk will do - from that special nowhere where good men hide their orgasms until their lovers are ready, my load bolted from my crotch to my brain and back to my flushed balls. I gripped the pillow with my teeth and jerked my neck back and forth and tried not to deafen geekgirlandrea when my cum blasted out of my cock like water from a firehose. The rush of jism racing up my tube seemed to last for stroke after stroke until sweaty geekgirlandrea gasped, grunted, and pushed me from on top of her. Since I have a little anal experience myself, I knew the sudden di
People bitch and moan about airport security yet they keep voting for people who give them bigger and more intrusive government.
US Congressman and Presidential Candidate Ron Paul (R-TX) voted against the DHS / TSA nonsense. Why did he receive as few votes as he did?
Libertas in infinitum
If you want to voice an opinion that I should have used different phrasing, please do so. If you're going to quote me, then quote my words faithfully. "Fixing" it, even in jest, is altering the quote of my words. The meme isn't funny or clever, and never has been.
You can never go home again... but I guess you can shop there.