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A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 3,900 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.
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Nevertheless there must be something more to the book mystery. Why not just go out and travel the world if discovery and experience are so important to you? Another dimension of the allure of the published word is the effort involved in reading and the lust for cognizant activity.
The act of reading is an act of learning. Every time an eye peruses a page of written text, the brain whips into action; picking out unknown words, new ways of speaking, new ideas, etc. It requires concentration and a willingness to struggle with tough concepts. Many people who reject the hobby of reading complain that it is ātoo much workāāthat they can receive the experience encased in the syntax and diction through much easier means. These people are Walker Percyās proverbial consumers. āThe consumer is content to receive an experienceā¦
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We live in an age where there is a vast multitude of ways to entertain ourselves. Of the hundreds of channels on TV, most run programming twenty-four hours a day. Newspapers are delivered daily to households across the world; the internet never turns off. And of course, there are books. According to the American Library Association, in the United States alone there are over 117,000 libraries. āSince 1776, 22 million titles have been publishedā, and as of 2004, there were over 2.8 million books in print (Para Publishing).
Why?
Whatās the point? In terms of technology (and in this day and age, what isnāt looked at in terms of technology?), books are outdated. An old, slow, difficult way of obtaining information and entertainment that only isolates people from the āmainstreamā. With the popularity of websites like Twitter,
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Cloth cut, just the right length
Two reds and two greens
In spirit of the season
A reason to celebrate
You are my gift
~
You lying face down
Wrists bound to the bedpost
Tied, with precise bows
One green and one red
You are my gift
~
A pillow beneath you
Ass arched, legs spread
Ankles tied, with precise bows
One green and one red
You are my gift
~
You are laying there
Spread, tied and ready
With a red ball gag
Green thong panties
You are my gift
~
Wood paddle in hand
Caressing your ass cheeks
Knowing theyāre soon to be red
Beneath your green panties
This is your gift
~~
2014 Ā© Der Erzahler
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Twas the night after Christmas
And in the North Pole
Mrs Claus anxiously
Awaited for Santa to show
All Wrapped up
in ribbons and lace
A sexy negligee
Put on without haste
garter and bows
5 inch heels
She knew would
give him a nutcracker thrill
Then suddenly a clamor
Was heard
St nicks had arrived
And soon would be served
His Christmas surprise
Enter he did
With a grin
Gave a wink
What he saw
Just amazed
Aroused little nick
āCome here my elf
Let me explore
Unwrap my gift
I hope thereās moreā
Then he whistled
And shouted
As he licked his
Creamy surprise
Couldnāt contain
His moaning sighs
Now faster
Oh dancer
You prancer
My little vixen
Iām cuming
Oh Cupid
My donger
Is blitzen
His hearty laughter
Could be heard through
The night as he shouted
To all
Merry Christmas to all
And to all aā¦
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It was snowing with a blistering force outside that evening, as Carrie waited like an impatient child for her Christmas present to arrive. She needed to find something to take her mind off the excitement of Santa arriving at midnight. She selected one out of a hundred books in the library to read, set it down on the coffee table, and ran upstairs to get ready.
Moments later, she returned back to the cosy warmth of the living room, wearing knee high candy cane striped socks, an expensive red lace thong that knotted into bows on both sides of her sculptured hips, and a matching bra, which tied into a bow between her lusciously pert breasts. Why couldnāt Santa have a gift on Christmas day? This year, I will be his gift! she thought, nodding in agreement at the reflection of herself in the large mirror over the stoneā¦
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The Lady In Red
She stood before me
Wearing nought but a bow
Milky flesh wrapped in crimson
Her sapphire eyes set aglow
Sat me down in my chair
Her hands spreading my thighs
Only speaking the words
āTime for your Christmas surpriseā
She opened my pants
Her hands sliding inside
Freeing my shaft
Her mouth open wide
She took me in slowly
With her ruby lips
She moaned with pleasure
As she grasped my hips
Up and down her head bounced
As her hand stroked my cock
My pleasure built quickly
Toes curling in my sock
Pleasure took me over
As I growled and roared
I pulled her hair tight
As I erupted with her reward
My body kept shaking
As she swallowed each drop
Her head in my hand
I begged her not to stop
She smiled and stood
Adorning her cloak
She left just a quickly
Notā¦
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On the first day of Xmas
my true love summoned me
a message from a white dove
On the second day of Xmas
My true love prepared for me
a plush bed of pillows
and a bowl of fresh creamy milk
On the third day of Xmas
my true love said to me
I shall expect you in the dungeon
on the strike of midnight
not a minute before
On the fourth day of Xmas
my true love presented me
with a black lace corset
fine hose stocking
silver handcuffs
and a thick leather studded collar
On the fifth day of Xmas
my true love gave to me
five
firm
spanks
hands cuffed and tied
to a high beam
legs spread apart
toes barely touching the ground
On the sixth day of Xmas
my true love abandoned me
suspended from the ceiling
five
desperate
tears
muscles stretched and stinging
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Tāwas the night before Christmasā¦
When all through the houseā¦
Not a creature was stirringā¦
Not even a mouseā¦
The log fire was burningā¦
Stockings hung up besideā¦
Christmas filled the airā¦
As pure white snow fell outsideā¦
She sat patiently waitingā¦
All alone in the chairā¦
Hoping he would arriveā¦
It was more than she dareā¦
As sheād written her letterā¦
Sheād been such a good girlā¦
But now craves the badnessā¦
As her senses spin and whirlā¦
She waits for him to arriveā¦
In Red silk and Black stockingsā¦
And a pair of high heeled shoesā¦
Completes her Christmas wrappingā¦
Her body tingles with excitementā¦.
As she touches her clitā¦
Whilst beginning to dreamā¦
So wet at the thought of itā¦
Allowing her mind wanderā¦
To what will happen nextā¦
When he touches her bodyā¦
And passionately kisses her neckā¦
Before bending her overā¦
Forcing himself deepā¦
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