<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577962226882873519</id><updated>2009-05-01T12:30:07.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my biography of me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybiographyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3577962226882873519/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybiographyofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gent jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12069087631562196060</uri><email>sjgalli@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' 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shower in to it,&lt;br /&gt;freshen up and focus,&lt;br /&gt;clean bodies,skin tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops!!&lt;br /&gt;Got a little ahead of my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brush, a touch,&lt;br /&gt;a deep kiss,&lt;br /&gt;lightly draw her breath from her as you kiss,&lt;br /&gt;(no need to rush ,in fact don't.!)&lt;br /&gt;test her neck for sensitivity,&lt;br /&gt;apply very little of your weight on her until she draws you in,&lt;br /&gt;then slowly work ones way down finding and tasting sensitive spots,&lt;br /&gt;her finger tips her waist line,&lt;br /&gt;discover-discover-discover,&lt;br /&gt;she will lead when she wants to,&lt;br /&gt;or ask you to,&lt;br /&gt;resist a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never over use a sensitive spot,&lt;br /&gt;spreed it around,&lt;br /&gt;work around the edges,&lt;br /&gt;with brief visits to her sensations,&lt;br /&gt;her neck,&lt;br /&gt;her Brest,&lt;br /&gt;her ear,&lt;br /&gt;caress her laboring muscles,&lt;br /&gt;draw in her breath with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good plan for round two,&lt;br /&gt;more research hum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gentjim&lt;/span&gt;/the traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, feel free to comment or ask questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3577962226882873519-3239066758919218286?l=mybiographyofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybiographyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3239066758919218286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3577962226882873519&amp;postID=3239066758919218286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all, i am a gentleman,&lt;br /&gt; my respect for others has brought me a long way,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have been able to make the trip with out it,life,respect.&lt;br /&gt;I find peace in nature.&lt;br /&gt;I care for humanity deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I look for grounded belief,&lt;br /&gt;I look for depth,&lt;br /&gt;I look for calm intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;I look for reserved passion,&lt;br /&gt;I am the substance of my mindfulness,&lt;br /&gt; my observations,&lt;br /&gt;each moment unmeasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentjim/the traveler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3577962226882873519-3786566976906642556?l=mybiographyofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybiographyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3786566976906642556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577962226882873519.post-8146661088031502699</id><published>2008-08-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:17:44.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life lived loving women     1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; To me women have been a delicacy of life pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women have  inspire me  to archive great things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have built empires in their name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rose the level of their expectations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wanted what i sold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own brand of magic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted them to participate at my level of thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange enough ,without a word from me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they drove them selves in to the wall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love women,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is how,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:&lt;br /&gt;first off, there is  some things we have to clear up,&lt;br /&gt;if you are going to make love to a woman you have to have a good plan,&lt;br /&gt;some thing better than," the get off- roll off- go to sleep",&lt;br /&gt;women have fantasy's,&lt;br /&gt;that's great,&lt;br /&gt;play into the fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;activate the fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;give her your undivided attention,&lt;br /&gt;in bed at least,&lt;br /&gt;why wouldn't you,&lt;br /&gt;give it study,&lt;br /&gt;this my friends pays off,&lt;br /&gt;you become part of her fantasy, cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on with the lessons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore ,&lt;br /&gt;i am a recovering sex slave my self,&lt;br /&gt;it was innocent enough,&lt;br /&gt;i  think i was seeking sexual enlightenment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on with the dialog;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i envision a woman,&lt;br /&gt;i admire a work of art,&lt;br /&gt;some appealing,&lt;br /&gt;some not so appealing,&lt;br /&gt;i look into their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i see them beneath all their layers,&lt;br /&gt;naked,&lt;br /&gt;a personality,&lt;br /&gt;their comforts,&lt;br /&gt;their discomforts,&lt;br /&gt;(i not reacting, just observing)&lt;br /&gt;i see their allure,&lt;br /&gt;their presence,&lt;br /&gt;are they comfortable being a woman?&lt;br /&gt;do i see them naturally feeling sexy,&lt;br /&gt;i look for restrained Passion,&lt;br /&gt;patience,&lt;br /&gt;underneath,&lt;br /&gt;calm intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;''i see her across the room",&lt;br /&gt;"she is looking across the room at me",&lt;br /&gt;i know what she wants , every touch every taste,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to the understanding&lt;br /&gt;that i am good at pleasing women,&lt;br /&gt;so be it, i enjoy the job,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following are" snapshots of&lt;br /&gt;a fantasy and how it played out",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lay here now  my fingers in the abyss,&lt;br /&gt;enjoying it's beauty, a moment in time,&lt;br /&gt;the match that lit the flame,&lt;br /&gt;from across the room passions found,&lt;br /&gt;sheltered darkness, clean pleasures of flesh,&lt;br /&gt;warming to the touch,&lt;br /&gt;rising to meet a single  motion,&lt;br /&gt;restrained passion expressed as beauty,&lt;br /&gt;a song, a harmony, the past smiles on me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bury my face in the sheets of my bed where she slept,&lt;br /&gt;delicate aromas of  past moments.&lt;br /&gt;Her sweat, her sweetness, her perfume,&lt;br /&gt;an aphrodisiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it began,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;one day she brought a girlfriend with her,&lt;br /&gt;she struck me instantly as the reserved passion across the room,&lt;br /&gt;a natural dance partner, matching rhythms,&lt;br /&gt;a play of words and we had a play date,&lt;br /&gt;a straight to the point-take our clothes off,&lt;br /&gt;lye down and find our mutual harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date was set..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my self reflecting on how i would play my part.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately understood what i must do--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must respect her caricature,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy her presence,&lt;br /&gt;be thoughtful, caring and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;be aware of her comfort so she feels safe,&lt;br /&gt;embrace her and gracefully celebrate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time has come;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead,&lt;br /&gt;i cares her grace,&lt;br /&gt;steel from  her, her breath,&lt;br /&gt;sensitive expectations explored and tempted,&lt;br /&gt;a gentle direction,&lt;br /&gt;a knowing caress ,&lt;br /&gt;a bursting rise of her chest,&lt;br /&gt;the curvature of the small of her back,&lt;br /&gt;then driving her self down upon the pleasure of warm breath,&lt;br /&gt;repeated with more presser again and again,&lt;br /&gt;-- adrift in pleasure--&lt;br /&gt;the warming of flesh,&lt;br /&gt;muscles twisted in urgency  as the warm breath drinks in pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;urged to engulf,&lt;br /&gt;i drink her into my sole,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with her their in that moment,&lt;br /&gt;she knows one boy,who was and did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my intro to"a life lived for women".&lt;br /&gt;what will be the next fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;watch and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pass this along to a friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / the traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. feel free to comment or ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3577962226882873519-8146661088031502699?l=mybiographyofme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybiographyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8146661088031502699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3577962226882873519&amp;postID=8146661088031502699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3577962226882873519/posts/default/8146661088031502699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3577962226882873519/posts/default/8146661088031502699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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