I've been nominated 14 times now and still only won it once. I find it a little odd, but there you are - I know they do what they can to stop vote rigging and they've even split the Hentai teases into their own section now (because they Hentai voting was very suspicious apparently) but we'll see.
'Stroke for Beauty' isn't the strongest entry in the trilogy (at least not judging by the scores) so hopefully parts 2 & 3 will get nominated for the December poll...
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This weekend has gone by so fast, I can hardly believe it's Sunday evening again and there's so many things I was hoping to get round to doing which I haven't. There's two more days until my next weigh in, which for some reason I am not expecting to go well. I don't really know why that is, just a hunch. But then the last three weeks I've been expecting it to be bad and it's been great every time - so I guess I just have to wait and see.
I actually took my scales back the other day, I bought some new ones because I smacked the old ones into a door frame and they didn't like that... but the new ones were absolutely useless. They'd give you the same reading five times, but then they'd tell me I'd lost 1lb and then Slimming World would tell me I'd lost 4!
On the one hand I've never been in a position where I have no scales to check my progress with, but on the other - they were so inaccurate as to be counter-productive, and when you look at reviews of scales (no matter what the price range) there's always question marks over accuracy, so I can't really see the point in buying any more.
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I had a very weird dream last night... long term readers may remember that for some reason I never seem to be able to have sex in a dream, and I certainly can't have sex with anyone except Mistress R (I have literally turned down sex in a dream because I'm married, I mean for fuck's sake... it's the only time when it's acceptable and I still can't do it!).
So, from what I remember I was in a car being driven home by a (male) friend, it was dark and I was sleepy... then I remember putting my legs across his lap and lying down and going to sleep on my back. Sounds unlikely really but go with it...
Then I remember the car stopping even though we weren't where we were going and then he said something (I can't remember what) and then leaned down as if he was going to kiss me. I pulled away and then I was in a bedroom, in a single bed (obviously the spare room of someone else's house) with Mistress R sitting next to me. It was her kissing me... but somehow I knew she wasn't 'my' wife but someone else's.
Then she lifted her shirt over her head (but kept the bra on, even if my fucking dream - seriously!) and then thrust her hand under the covers and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock. She gave it like two strokes and then her 'husband' walks into the room... he was tall with floppy blond hair as I recall. So she let go of my cock and got of the bed to argue with him.
The only other thing I remember was him storming out down the stairs, but by then he'd shrunk, put on wait and now had very short dark hair - a bit like in those David Lynch films where he suddenly changes the actor half way through the film for no other reason than to confuse the shit out of you!
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