Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

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I don’t think a prostitute is more

moral than a wife,

but they are doing the same thing.

Prince Philip,
Duke of Edinburgh

Well what’s good for a prince
can’t be bad for Joe Bloggs

and, god love him, he got something right, hehehe.

OMG, I’m not sure if this is meant as a serious site or just for comedy value. The suggestions range from obvious, to silly, to hilarious like this one below:

Rockin’ the Backseat

Dig the red afro, lol

 Cut a hole through the upholstery of your backseat about the same size or little smaller in diameter than your cock (you won’t want to do this if you have leather seats). Carve a hole into the foam deep enough to accommodate your erect penis. Lay across the backseat and hump the hole. Use a condom or insert a plastic bag into the hole to avoid creating a spunk-filled waste dump in the cushion. Conceal hole with a seat cover when not in use.

For more intersting and amusing car sex positions take a look at this site:

http://www.car-sex-positions.com/masturbation.html

… stockbrokers all over the world were tearing their hair out and sobbing into their mobile bricks. Monday 19th October 1987 – what am I talking about – Black Monday of course – the day the global stockmarket crashed, heralding a dark period in commercial history.

Businesses went bust, banks closed, unemployment shot up and the economy took a nosedive – sound familiar?

Yep, this is not our first recession – I was a fairly naive young woman then and living in my own little world.

Not much is different for me today though, I am older, more aware of the goings on and don’t have the comfort of being cushioned by my parents.

However I am entrusting myself to universal balance and that history repeats itself (every few decades there is a recession) – to every down there is an up – and once we have reached the bottom the only way is up.
How this is affected will vary every time and I feel pretty powerless to influence anything outside my immediate surroundings.

So naively I believe that all I have to do is cling on and weather the storm.

Anyone want to join me in my hideout and while away the stormy days?

“Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.”

Groucho Marx

I dunno, it works for me!

I am proud as punch and tickled pink with myself today.
I picked up a Daddy Long Leg Spider with my bare hand and threw it out the window.
Seriously! This is a major step!
Something I have been working towards for a good few years.
I have never liked spiders much, but as a little girl they didn’t affect me too badly, I even kept a tiny spider as pet in the corner of our kitchen window and fed it a fruit-fly every day, poor thing probably died from overfeeding.
Growing older my dislike grew and by the time I was 20 just knowing one of these eight legged critters was in the room would drive me crazy.
I couldn’t go to bed until I was sure I had trapped it with a glass and a piece of card and thrown it over the garden wall into the alley.
I don’t like killing spiders, but if I couldn’t trap and evict them, they had to die. I once had to sleep on the sofa, because a spider I was chasing fled underneath my mattress, so I freaked and I emptied 2 cans of bug spray over and under my bed, rendering the bedroom unusable for the night. Well, that taught than one inch menace to hide in my bed!
I realised that I couldn’t carry on like this and had to try to overcome my arachnophobia and have gradually worked towards desensitising myself.
So now I can tolerate a smaller spider in the same room as I am in, however the bedroom is still out of bounds and anything larger than an inch will still get evicted by glass and card.
Spider on skin contact is still a very scary thing and probably won’t happen again too soon.

Sorry, no piccie with this post, started to get very uncomfortable looking at them on the net.

The one, the only!

“Give a man free hands,

and you’ll know where to find them.”

Another quote from the legendary
Mae West

Sorry for delay in posting folks, my modem is bust – and it’s not the kind of bust that get’s anyone excited in a good way.