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Thursday, October 09, 2003
پيش آ پيش فرا رسيدن نيمه شعبان را خدمت همه دوستان تبريك عرض مي كنم شاد باشيد و پيروز
به همين مناسبت شماره ويژه هفته نامه سحر كلام منتشر شد: در اين شماره مي خوانيد: 1- پوزش 2- يكنواختي 3- مهرانه 4- ترنم 5- سر زمين آفتاب 6- تاريخ شفاهي 7- ضيافت هاي ... پوزش! از همه عزيزاني كه توي اين مدت به وبلاگ من لينك دادن و من فقط توانستم بهشون وعده بدم، پوزش مي خوام! شرمنده !! به خدا اين روزها خيلي سرم شلوغ بود و فرصت هيچ كاري را نداشتم! راستش عينهو كامپيوترم كه اين روزها از بس روز و شب ازش كار كشيدم و رمقي براش نمونده و همش هنگ ميكنه!؟ مغزم هم هنگ كرده و اصلاَ نمي توانم فكرم را متمركز چيزي بكنم و واسه همين تمام اين كارها را گذاشتم براي هفته آينده كه حتما به سر و وضع اينجا مي رسم!!!! يكنواختي! همه آنهائي كه توي اين مدت يك سال به وبلاگ من تشريف آوردن ميدانن كه مدتهاست موزيكي روي اينجا گذاشته بودم كه كم كم بعنوان آرم وبلاگم شناخته شد و همه سحر كلام را با اين موزيك مي شناسند! حالا نمي دانم اگه اين موزيك را بردارم و هر بار كه آپ ديت مي كنم يك موزيك يا ترانه جديد بگذارم خوب ميشه يا نه؟ اين هم يك نمونه؟ (خواهشن توي اين يك مورد حتماَ نظر تون را بگين) مهرانه روز چهار شنبه عصر حوالي ساعت 17:30 بود كه فيلم مستند كوتاهي از نحوه زندگي مهرانه را شبكه چهار تلوزيون نشون داد و پدر و مادرش نا اميدانه از وضع دخترشون حرفهائي زدن ! با خودم گفتم: يعني ميشه ما هم همتي از خودمون نشون بديم و نگذاريم اتفاقي كه براي لاله رخ داد براي مهرانه تكرار بشه! درسته كه عمر دست خداست اما اگه ما تلاش بكنيم حتماً هم خدا كمكمون مي كنه... ترنم نمي دانم باز كدام ديوانه اي آمده آي دي اين دوست عزيزمون را هك كرده اما هر كي كه بوده كار خيلي بدي كرده و من همينجا به شدت اين عمل وقيحانش را محكوم ميكنم و هشدار ميدم با آي دي من كاري نداشته باشه! سر زمين آفتاب اين روزها هاله خيلي تلاش ميكنه تا جلوي اجراي حكم اعدام زني را كه گفته ميشه براي دفاع از ناموسش مجبور به قتل يكي از افراد نيروي انتظامي شده بشه ! اگه شما هم دوست داشتين مي توانيد بريد و زير نامه را امضاء كنيد. تاريخ شفاهي بعد از نوشته كاملا متفاوتي كه چند روز پيش( يكي از عوامل نفوذي توي وبلاگشون نوشته بود) نيما خودش دست به كار شده و دو باره شروع كرده با سوز و گداز نوشتن!!!! ( نمي دانم توي اين دنياي به اين بزرگي چرا يكي پيدا نمي شه دست اين جوان رعنا! را بگيره؟ چرا؟؟؟) پيام هاي كوتاه ضيافت هاي ... آقا ! خانم ! آخه خدا را خوش مياد كه دل اين مردم نازنين را بلرزونيد؟ اين چه پيامي بود كه دفعه پيش واسمون گذاشته بودين؟ ( حالا فكر نكني كه خراب كاري دفعه پيشت يادم رفته) ديگه از اين كارها نكننين يك جيرينقيلي حرف عاطفه جان درسته كه دير شده، اما هر بار كه بهت سر مي زنم بوي تازگي شروع دوبارت به مشامم را نوازش ميكنه! پله اول علي آقا اينو حتماَ بايد مي گفتم كه من يكي شايد در پله هاي اول باشم اما شما تا پله هاي آخري هم نرسيده باشيد تا نصف را حتماَ رفتيد. - در پايان اين شماره هفته نامه سحر كلام به اطلاع ميرسانم كه.... دست خودم نبود كه اينطور نوشتم شايد! البته شايد تقصير اين خواهر و برادر گل بود كه ديشب با خواندن وبلاگشون كلي حذ كردم اگه كسي را يادم رفته كه بهش اين روزها سر بزنم حتماَ بهم بگه تا برم پيشش و بعدش هم هر كي كه مي خواد لينك وبلاگش وبلاگ منو زينت ببخشه حتما توي اين چند روز بهم بگه تا به ليستم اضافه كنم و براي آخرين بار مي گم : من هيچ دوست ندارم كسي بخاطر اينكه من بهش لينك دادم بهم لينك بده !!!
دود مي خيزد
دود مي خيزد ز خلوتگاه من. كس خبر كي يابد از ويرانه ام؟ با درون سوخته دارم سخن. كي به پايان مي رسد افسانه ام؟ دست از دامان شب برداشتم تا بياويزم به گيسوي سحر. خويش را از ساحل افكندم در آب، ليك از ژرفاي دريا بي خبر. بر تن ديوارها طرح شكست. كس دگر رنگي در اين سامان نديد. از درون دل به تصوير اميد. تا بدين منزل نهادم پاي را از در اي كاروان بگسسته ام. گر چه مي سوزم از اين آتش به جان، ليك بر اين سوختن دل بسته ام. تيرگي پا مي كشد از بام ها: صبح مي خندد به راه شهر من. دود مي خيزد هنوز از خلوتم. سهراب سپهري
Alan removed his hands for a moment and when he brought them back, Heather thought she smelled roses. He placed the palms of his hands on her breasts ... they were moist, with a warm, rose-smelling substance. He began running the palms of his hands over her breasts,rubbing the cream onto them.
Heather was having some difficulty controlling herself. She didn't know where she was supposed to be getting turned on or not, but Dr.Alan was doing a job on her. Her nipples became erect, hard as nails. "Aha," Dr. Alan said. He suddenly removed his hand from her right breast and a couple of seconds later, she felt his tongue lapping her nipple. He circled her nipple with his tongue, drawing it out even farther. Heather began to moan softly.She wanted to reach out but was unable to ... her wrists were bound and she couldn't lift her arms more than a few inches. When did that happen, Heather wondered to herself. Dr. Alan was busy at her nipple and was alternating licking and sucking.His palm covered her other nipple. Suddenly, he removed his hand and it was replaced by a tongue ... Wait a minute, Heather thought, he's sucking at my right breast and my left one is being sucked, too? "Dr. Alan, Dr. Alan," Heather said, a little too softly. She tried again. "What's going on here ... I thought we were alone." "You're not in any pain, are you Heather,?" Dr. Alan asked. "No, no I'm not but obviously someone else is here with us." "Just my research assistant," Dr. Alan replied. "Nothing to worry about." At that, Dr. Alan (at least Heather thought it was Dr. Alan -- it might have been yet another research assistant!) went back to her right breast and began licking and sucking her nipple. Both of her breasts were being loved at the same time, by two different mouths. Maybe I've died and gone to heaven, Heather thought. She began to perceive a different technique being used on each nipple. On the right, her breast was being licked and sucked and on the left, her nipple was being sucked and rolled around inside a mouth. Suddenly, she felt another tongue, gently licking at her ear and breathing into it.I'm going to die right here, Heather thought to herself. Three on one! Then she picked up on the rose aroma again and felt a soft hand caressing the outer lips of her vagina. Softly, very softly. Almost as if it wasn't being touched at all.Round and round, the fingers circled her opening, never tarrying on one spot for more than a second or two. A quick dip inside every so often and an occasional brush with her clitoris. Heather began writhing on the bed. She had, at the moment, a mouth on each nipple, sucking her into a frenzy, a tongue lapping at her ear and now a couple of gentle fingers probing inside her. What could possibly happen next, Heather wondered.
Heather passed out.
Sometime later, she opened her eyes. There was Dr. Alan, bathing her, with his tongue. He looked up, caught her eyes and said: "Ah, you're awake, my dear. You did very well for the first time. You registered an 11-minute orgasm. Two more minutes and you would have set the record." "Two more minutes and I would have died, Alan," Heather said. "I don't think I can walk." "That's what the young woman who was here just before you said," Dr. Alan said with a smile. "She's coming back tomorrow.. how about you?" "Can I move in," Heather asked with a sly grin on her face. Labels: Heather passed out.
"Five Times Better"
Heather Investigates The ad in the City Paper was intriguing.A science researcher was looking for women to participate in an experiment to determine the intensity and duration of female orgasms. Heather, who was more than a little dissatisfied with her current live-in lover -- he was more interested in his own gratification than hers -- decided to investigate. She certainly was orgasmic, but lately, she seemed to be spending more time going than cumming.She wondered whether her physical reactions to love making were similar to what other women experienced. Perhaps the researcher could help. The address in the ad indicated the researcher (male...female... switch hitter?) was conducting the experiments in a townhouse near McLean. "Seems a safe enough address," Heather thought to herself. Heather drove over to McLean from her apartment on Capitol Hill. As she wheeled up the Parkway, she wondered what she was going to encounter. Unconsciously, her right hand was at her breast, her fingers gently tweaking her nipple. A guy passing her on the right looked over, saw what Heather was doing and began honking his horn. Heather glanced over, took a look at the Yuppie type in the Porsche wearing a three piece suit, decided he was a lawyer--the lowest form of life --and stuck out her tongue. She drove on. Crossing over to the right hand lane, Heather turned onto the exit and, following the directions at the bottom of the ad, drove into the townhouse complex, found the right apartment, parked her car and got out. As Heather walked up the brick sidewalk, the front door of the townhouse opened and a young woman walked out. She looked flushed.Her makeup was askew, there were beads of perspiration on her forehead and her blouse was buttoned incorrectly.The young woman was also having trouble negotiating the three steps that led down from the door to the sidewalk. "Are you okay?," Heather asked the woman. "You don't look well." "Oh, I'm just fine now," the young woman responded. "I've just been visiting with the doctor and he gave me a very thorough examination..." "Examination?," Heather asked."What kind of examination, what kind of doctor?" Heather was beginning to have second thoughts about the "experiment." "Well," the young woman said, "I've been in there for nearly five hours and I've just never gone through anything like it. It was unbelievable! I mean, I thought I was going to..." At that moment, the townhouse door opened again and a middle-aged man walked about halfway out. He looked at Heather for a moment or two, sighed, and started speaking. "You are here to participate in the experiment," the man said to Heather. He didn't phrase his remark in the form of a question. He looked right into her eyes. "Why...yes, I am," Heather responded, "but I'd really like to know what is going on in there." Heather was trying to peer behind the mind and see into the half-opened townhouse door. |
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خانه
- پست الكترونيكي
- نوشته هاي پيشين
- وبلاگ تصويري سحر كلام
- با تشكر از
گوگل
منشور وبلاگ من
يادم
باشد
حرفي نزنم كه به كسي بر بخورد
نگاهي نكنم تا دل كسي بلرزد
راهي نروم
كه بيراه باشد
خطي ننويسم كه آزار دهد كسي را
يادم باشد
كه روز و روزگار
خوش است
همه چيز رو به راه بر وفق مراد است و
خوب
تنها
تنها دل ما دل
نيست
آره .....
اگر
نظري پيامي و يا حرف و صحبتي با من داريد پائين را كليك
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