<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:27:28.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edtime Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-2962399902742408543</id><published>2009-04-09T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:16:18.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>I have been working on stories but they aren't really coming to me.  I need some more inspiration to write.   I have one in my head of an old lover but somehow it doesn't feel right today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-2962399902742408543?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2962399902742408543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=2962399902742408543' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/2962399902742408543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/2962399902742408543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-6266932655483552704</id><published>2009-02-19T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:13:13.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good neighbor</title><content type='html'>I can hear my neighbors through the wall of the garage.  At first I thought it a fight, but then I realize the passion is not anger but desire.  I stand in my own and listen, making out some words between moans as I can tell they both hunger for each other.  I wonder what it must feel like blending the cold air and the hot bodies.  I am enthralled by the fact they are only inches for me, I can imagine her pressed hard against the drywall just on the other side of where I am now leaning.  I wonder if they know I am here, they must have heard when I came home, the door heavily raising and lowering only seconds ago.  Her voice drives me wild as she shouts instructions.  I can see them in my eyes, but then I think have they heard me.  If they were home how could they have missed the other night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered in they imagined me with someone though I was alone, but part of her was there.  I replayed the old phone message she left me one day, sharing her moments of bliss per my request.  I listened to her description of what she wanted me to do and imagine her fingers and toys being me, as my own hand became hers in my mind, then her mouth and then her soft lively folds.  I remember it drove me to be verbal, the phone filling my ears and my voice filling the room.  Did they hear me scream your name as I exploded on the bed, each breath loudly exiting my mouth as I tensed until your final words, I always wait for the good bye at the end.   That phone message has been my treasure and every 21 days I push 9 to save again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back in the garage I hear the neighbors excitement come to a head, faster and faster breath give way to one long sigh then a knock, bang and silence.  I stand there and hear her, softer but still clearly say "Someone should clean the cum off my leg".  Funny I was thinking the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-6266932655483552704?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6266932655483552704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=6266932655483552704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/6266932655483552704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/6266932655483552704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-neighbor.html' title='The good neighbor'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-6860229839314355</id><published>2009-01-31T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:01:28.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at Story</title><content type='html'>Thought it was time for a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long drive to reach you.  I walk in drop my bag I am wearing shirt, jacket, tie and black pants...you walk up in a silky see-through top and panties.  We kiss, and I back you into the wall, my tongue flows into your mouth as our bodies push together, I have one hand squeezing your ass as we merge a little.  You can feel how hard I am as my mouth moves over your neck and shoulder and my fingers slide under you to feel your panties already wet.  I pick you up and put you on the dining room table. I bend down kiss your stomach and then slide your panties aside as I taste how wet you are as you grab my head and push me into you so my tongue is buried deep inside you.  Your wetness allows me to slide a finger into your ass.  You whimper and breathe hard and as you get close I stop, stand up and take off my tie.  I quickly cover your eyes with it and tie it tight. Taking your hand I lead you to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab something nearby and secure your hands and find a way to fix them over your head as you lay on your back.  Then silence. You wriggle not able to see or get free.  Suddenly you feel a shock as I drip cold liquid on your stomach then warm liquid I lick each drop taking turns with the different temperatures, moving down your body until you feel a warm drop hit your hot clit followed by a cold one.  My tongue is on you again this time harder, more urgent then I lift your legs and in one move I bury my hard cock into you as I tell you how much I have been dying to do this.  I stick one finger in your mouth, so you have something to suck as I pound our bodies together.  This was not going to be a marathon session I was driven my desire and you sense that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You arch your back to let me get deeper then slam your body to the bed involuntarily. I am prepared and move your legs over my shoulders so I can feel you orgasm.  I can see me slide in and out of you glistening with your juices.  I stiffen when you do and I feel you pulse around me as I explode inside you driving us both deep into the mattress.  I pull out and move up your body making a trail our juices until I reach your lips and let you taste us together.  I then slide next to you and remove the tie so we can look into each others eyes but I am not done I leave you tied up, what you don’t know is I brought some things to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-6860229839314355?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6860229839314355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=6860229839314355' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/6860229839314355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/6860229839314355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-at-story.html' title='Look at Story'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-2673275283119601487</id><published>2009-01-10T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:25:50.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more quiz</title><content type='html'>While I am working on a story I am going to offer one more quiz.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite color?--Green&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you admire most?—A friend doing a great thing to change her life&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is your best friend?—hmmm I have several best friends&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your funniest habit?—my feet flop like fish when I am restless in bed&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you dislike/hate?—unearned arrogance&lt;br /&gt;6. What was your favorite dream ever?—I dreamed I was with a particular someone&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your scariest dream ever?—Bubbly Aero dream&lt;br /&gt;8. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?-- What would you talk about?&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever dreamed you could fly?—not that I recall&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite smell?—a freshly showered woman&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite song?—What a good boy by the Barenaked Ladies  &lt;br /&gt;12. What do you like to do when you’re bored?—Go out and find people&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s your favorite adventure you’ve been on?—A trip to St. Louis &lt;br /&gt;14. What are you most scared of?—being kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could live anywhere and bring anyone you want, where would you live?--Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;16. What place are you keen to visit? Far away and nearby.--Australia&lt;br /&gt;17. What are you most proud of?—My ability to reach teens &lt;br /&gt;18. Did/Do you have an imaginary friend?—Yes but I am not sure if my brothers influenced me.  His name was Johnny McMilligan and he lived in the large garage behind my house that I later learned was a storage facility for the near-by funeral home.  &lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite holiday? Why?—Passover, education and food my two favorite things&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite holiday memory?—Drinking very good wine at a party with a dear friend&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the best and worst day of your life?—Best day is too private, worst was the death of my fiancé in 1983.&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favorite food?—Sushi  Least favorite?—Vegetable soup&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite word?--tintinnabulation Least favorite?--cunt&lt;br /&gt;24. How do you express your creativity?—ummm writing &lt;br /&gt;25. Where do you believe we come from before birth?—we are all star stuff&lt;br /&gt;26. Where do you believe we go after death?—the body decays…I don’t really know about anything that lives on&lt;br /&gt;27. What is something that always makes you laugh?—The Soup on E (Cat eating spaghetti) &lt;br /&gt;28. What person always makes you laugh?--Scotty&lt;br /&gt;29. If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?—Two states in the land of Israel at peace&lt;br /&gt;30. What would be the consequences if you got your wish?—Peace and prosperity for Jews and Palestinians&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you collect or live simply?—Are they mutually exclusive?   &lt;br /&gt;32. What drives you crazy?—People who can’t figure out the 4 way stop&lt;br /&gt;33. What makes you smile?--friends&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you know about your heritage?—Not as much as I would like&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you have a favorite story from your family history?—my dad told me a story about sticking up for a weakling against a bully when he was in high school.  Always stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;36. What’s the most shocking thing you ever did?—I would rather not share&lt;br /&gt;37. What would you like to have a “do-over” on?—My first marriage&lt;br /&gt;38. What is your favorite story to tell?—Not sure I have one…maybe my version of Schmuel the Fool.&lt;br /&gt;39. What’s your favorite animal? –Planaria Why?—If you teach one a trick and then grind it up and feed it to another…it knows the trick.&lt;br /&gt;40. What is your favorite season? –winter  Why?—it is calming &lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite hobby?—reading about politics&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite thing to do on the weekends?—go out with friends&lt;br /&gt;43. What one thing do you want to change in yourself?—I would love to lose a few pounds&lt;br /&gt;44. When did you feel most alone?—at night sometimes&lt;br /&gt;45. When did you feel most happy?—good friends, good wine,  good conversation&lt;br /&gt;46. What do you do to cheer yourself up?—call or write a friend&lt;br /&gt;47. With whom would you like to trade places for a day?—Barrack Obama&lt;br /&gt;48. What makes you mad?--Stupidity&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you want to have children?—have one and he is enought&lt;br /&gt;50. What’s your favorite thing you own?—my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;51. What do you wish you could do?—sing&lt;br /&gt;52. What are you afraid of?—lots of small things.  &lt;br /&gt;53. What would your dream house be like?—it would have a big kitchen with an island…everything else is just extra&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you believe in angels?—not in the way that most people do&lt;br /&gt;55. Are you ticklish?—Oh MY GOD YES&lt;br /&gt;56. What is your favorite place?—for what?  Tickles…none &lt;br /&gt;57. What’s your favorite place in nature?—The St. Lawrence River&lt;br /&gt;58. Which do you like better: hot or cold?--cold&lt;br /&gt;59. What was your favorite Halloween costume?—I went as Sarah Palin&lt;br /&gt;60. What was your favorite thing to do as a kid?—Tinkertoys and imaginative play&lt;br /&gt;61. What is your favorite memory from high school?—being on the championship track team.  college?—The day I met Linda  grade school?—hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;62. What makes you sad?—I am not sure if it is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;63. What does your name mean? –Farmer Why did your parents choose it?—they each had a brother with the name. &lt;br /&gt;64. What are your favorite clothes?--sweats&lt;br /&gt;65. Who is your favorite person to talk to?—Depends on my mood. Why?—because different people have different parts of me&lt;br /&gt;66. What’s your favorite hiding place?—Bar 3&lt;br /&gt;67. What do you want people to remember you for?—My contribution to education&lt;br /&gt;68. What is your most annoying habit (to others)?—I sing for no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;69. How do you show compassion?—I have several ways…but I do hug a great deal&lt;br /&gt;70. What are you always curious to learn more about?--Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. What do you like to teach?—About Judaism&lt;br /&gt;72. What is your favorite gadget?—Lately my Ipod&lt;br /&gt;73. What do you like to write about?—Have you read the former blog?&lt;br /&gt;74. What is your favorite “bad” thing to do?—Shots&lt;br /&gt;75. What is your favorite movie?—The Godfather&lt;br /&gt;76. Favorite book?--Dune&lt;br /&gt;77. Favorite band? –Genesis &lt;br /&gt;78. Do you like to go camping?—Depends on who with&lt;br /&gt;79. What fascinates you?—Quantum Mechanics&lt;br /&gt;80. What makes you special?—Well some say the bump on my…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-2673275283119601487?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2673275283119601487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=2673275283119601487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/2673275283119601487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/2673275283119601487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-quiz.html' title='One more quiz'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-8088105574336437007</id><published>2009-01-04T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:04:38.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>It is funny, I was recently speaking to a lover from over 20 years ago.  She was talking to me about how hot we were because we took the time to learn each others likes and dislikes.  I remember not knowing her body and explored it concentrating in places more when she reacted favorably.  We rarely talked about what we liked or wanted.  Probably didn't do certain things because we were to shy to ask.  I wonder if it would have been better with words.  You see I have to say that the biggest turn on sexually for me is to have a lover that knows what she wants and how to get if from or with me.  Whether it is a verbalized request or a movement of our bodies the most spectacular moments in my sexual life is when passion focused by direction.  No sloppy grabbing, pinching, pushing, but intentional touching.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can say surprises are great.  Doing something spontaneous that is found remarkably pleasurable and unexpected is wonderful. Like my old lover and  I can think of one thing that rolls around in my head since that really turns me on.  A moment of spontaneity that led to a fabulous orgasm for both of us and yet neither knew we would enjoy it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like playing a complex video game.  Scrambling around a level finding the hidden items that gives you the power to move on or reading the cheat sheets from the internet.  Either way you get what you want, one harder but both satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder how hard it is for you who by reading this must have some sexual comfort, how do you mostly communicate.  Do you tell, show, or simply react.  I wonder in part because as I am slowly moving back to writing stories I want to make them resonant more with my readers by adding some reality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is to you want your lover to play the game or get a cheap sheet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-8088105574336437007?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8088105574336437007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=8088105574336437007' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/8088105574336437007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/8088105574336437007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-1851321653305471826</id><published>2008-12-23T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:36:37.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling out a form</title><content type='html'>Age: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Educator/Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Music: 80s Alternative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Bands/singers: REM, Elvis Costello, David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Asian Fusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Past-Time: Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Car: Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Smoke? Absolutely not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Yes what brand? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Done Drugs? I take the 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Drink? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: Godfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Show: The Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote: "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born"--Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Tree: Sugar Maple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Season? Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in the World? Where would you live? Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics? Thinking Liberal Democrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Animal: Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Pet: I use to have a fish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink? Non Alcoholic - Coffee, Alcoholic - Crafted Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Resteraunt? Today?  Flemings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Many Concerts Have You Seen? No Idea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want for X-Mas? I don't do Christmas.  But if I did a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Plans? Everything is up in the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-1851321653305471826?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1851321653305471826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=1851321653305471826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/1851321653305471826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/1851321653305471826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/filling-out-form.html' title='Filling out a form'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-564360456953307869</id><published>2008-12-18T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:04:50.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What.  Where?</title><content type='html'>I wonder what the new year will bring.  Thinking do I write more stories, do I change the blog to be something else?  I like the contact here, I miss my blog friends and I miss making some of you smile with my words.  I was thinking that people tell me secrets all the time and there are many blogs that print secrets.  Maybe this may be an anonymous place to tell your secrets.  We could give each day a different topic.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual, Work related, etc.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-564360456953307869?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/564360456953307869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=564360456953307869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/564360456953307869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/564360456953307869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-where.html' title='What.  Where?'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-3747597872533798918</id><published>2008-12-09T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:59.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More TMI</title><content type='html'>Decided to do more TMI and maybe a story is boiling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you consider sexy underthings a present for you or your partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it would be for me...if I wore sexy underthings I think I would never get any.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are 3 characteristics of "your type"? Have you best relationship(s) been with your type or when you have gone against it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.  Intelligent  b.  Sense of humor   c.  Strong sense of self.  &lt;br /&gt;what I mean by the last is that she knows wants and who she is.  My best relationships have been with women who have these, but also the most difficult relationships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is on your Santa list this year?&lt;br /&gt;Not a Santa guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Generally speaking, who has historically had a higher libido, you or your partner(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tended to have a higher libido.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The unsculptured female bush seems to have passed from fashion. What about men, do you think they need to trim and shave "down there"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shaved myself because someone suggested I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional):What are a few of your favorite things (both sexual non-sexual)?&lt;br /&gt;Sexually:  Long slow love making, oral (giving and receiving), a woman telling me what she wants, being desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-sexual:  Great food, cooking, writing stories, and some mindless television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-3747597872533798918?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3747597872533798918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=3747597872533798918' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/3747597872533798918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/3747597872533798918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-tmi.html' title='More TMI'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-5251453290382541773</id><published>2008-12-05T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:48:35.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex</title><content type='html'>My life is complex these days and I really would like to write but can't.  I will get back with people soon.  So please bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-5251453290382541773?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5251453290382541773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=5251453290382541773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/5251453290382541773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/5251453290382541773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/complex.html' title='Complex'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-1861401954540672343</id><published>2008-11-19T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:44:57.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiz</title><content type='html'>Someone emailed me this so I decided to do it.  Please to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer with ONE WORD  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?   desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other?  Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?  crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?  cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?  dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? bizarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal?   publish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in?  bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear?  lonliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?  thinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night?  sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not?  athelete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins?  tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list items?  travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you grew up? Northcountry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The last thing you did?  shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing?  jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV?  boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You're pet?  woof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your computer? frustrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Your life? full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood?  optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your car? white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you're not wearing? ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite Store?  Joe’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your summer?  free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color?  green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When is the last time you laughed?  earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you cried?  yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who will/would re-post this? dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. FOUR PLACES I GO OVER AND OVER :&lt;br /&gt;NYC, Louisville, Library, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. FOUR PEOPLE WHO E-MAIL ME:  Pam, Patti, Kim, secretary  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:  chicken, steak, sushi, raemen (yeah I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW: Bed, Jerusalem, NYC, friends’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-1861401954540672343?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1861401954540672343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=1861401954540672343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/1861401954540672343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/1861401954540672343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz.html' title='A Quiz'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-9096604967039673682</id><published>2008-11-11T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:51:57.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New questions...still wondering what direction to go</title><content type='html'>1. What do you do that sends a clear signal to your partner that you're interested in an intimate evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I tend not to be coy.  Lately I am clear and straight forward.  But alas there is no one that responds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How important is foreplay to an exciting evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love foreplay and it can last hours.  It is important to building the sensation, but sometimes it is all about the other, just get right into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the first thing you do during foreplay or what is the first thing you like done to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well I assume this means beyond kissing.  I put my hand on the side of the woman, near her breast and move it slowly to cup her breast. I like a woman who moves her hand up my thigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a one and done kind of partner (20 minutes or so) or do you like intimacy sessions longer than 60 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can't be one and done.  I like to make it work all night long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is going through major transition, who knows where everything will fall.  I think my writing may come back, I really need an outlet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-9096604967039673682?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/9096604967039673682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=9096604967039673682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/9096604967039673682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/9096604967039673682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-questionsstill-wondering-what.html' title='New questions...still wondering what direction to go'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-7600760230715426057</id><published>2008-11-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:03:32.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers...easing back in</title><content type='html'>If you married the person you last called, what would your last name be?&lt;br /&gt;Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night would be tonight and I hope to be with a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is eye contact awkward?&lt;br /&gt;No but I scan a lot even when talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be a real life pirate back in the old days if you could?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I like the idea of being a renegade, but I think I might be too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is a rare morning I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you collect porcelain dolls? Would you ever?&lt;br /&gt;No but my mom does for I have bought a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy going to Haunted Houses?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, but I don't fully grasp the whole "Scare the hell out of me for entertainment" factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you would love to happen today?&lt;br /&gt;I could use a long warm hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you would make a good wife/husband?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am good husband material from my track record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever work as a waitress, bartender or other food service worker?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I have lots of friends in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bill do you hate paying the most?​&lt;br /&gt;Child's thearapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Romantic?  A new place in an upscale hotel here in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret losing your virginity to who you lost it to?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you really want to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Laying in bed with someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-7600760230715426057?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7600760230715426057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=7600760230715426057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/7600760230715426057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/7600760230715426057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/answerseasing-back-in.html' title='Answers...easing back in'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125955360461705824.post-3786354257783371030</id><published>2008-10-28T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:02:16.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas</title><content type='html'>Time to move on....this is over.  Please don't fret.  People chose to leave and I chose to honor that.  My life and stories will go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5125955360461705824-3786354257783371030?l=edtimestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3786354257783371030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5125955360461705824&amp;postID=3786354257783371030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/3786354257783371030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5125955360461705824/posts/default/3786354257783371030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edtimestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/alas.html' title='Alas'/><author><name>Edtime Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
