I go in the room and wait until she comes back, we start at it, with the lights off, as soon as I feel her thighs I’m impressed by their tone, their hardeness, the firm soft skin.
Had a dream a couple of nights ago about doing the Takesi superfast. Also had a dream of having sex with Maria Isabel Montes. Was a good dream.
- No guide
- No map.
- No real advice or knowledge on the trail.
- No knowledge con how to properly use my GPS device.
- How do these compare to what’s going on and has been going on in my life?
- I have no life mentor in key areas such as society, relationships, money and women.
- Had no knowledge of where I was and where it is that I wanted to go.
- Until the inet came along and different forums were available, I had no knowledge of stages and places in life.
- Had no guidance as to how to maximize my assets.
Dimensions of prosperity:
Quality of women as an indicator of prosperity and balance in different areas in my life. Some women are accessible and attainable in specific academic, life interest venues (gym, bars, restaurants), financial circles or job environments and my capacity to access these scenarios and attain these women reflects whats going on in my life.
Take for example the woman in the picture. what will it take, in the different areas of my life, to take such women on as partners? The answer to that question, and the goals determined by it, should help create a template for goals and a life path.
- Who am I
- Core Values
- Personal growth
- Social life
- Stuff and places
- On Money
- On Health
- On Love
- On People
- On Success
- On Happiness
- On Time
Argentinean, Bolivian, Mexican, German, Peruvian, Paraguayan, Brazilian, Chilean, Czeck-slovakian.
Need to Get (17):
American, Canadian, British, Australian, French, Belgian, Swedish, Dutch, Russian, Portugese, Spanish, Italian, Latvian, New Zealand, Japanese, Korean, Chinese.
So yes, I’m learning to sew so that I can make my own tarp and eventually probably my own bivy sack.
Sometimes, I will just come to mind. Different things about her. She’s married and so am I and we live 000 of k’s from each other but I can’t help thinking that if we’d meet again we’d become lovers. the memory of pounding her tight petit ass, pulling her towards me, the sounds she made, her face—lost in pleasure, the guttural moaning—how she said, “No one’s fucked me like that since I was 14”, and how she later denied it. Her love of anal. Her love of roughness. Our long nights of fucking, falling asleep and then fucking again. We really should meet again to fuck our brains out.