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Sup clubbingirl...your nickname sounds familiar, did we use to know one another? Anyhows, I tell all of my clients with this particular issue to do many things, but the first thing I tell them is to place a piece of tape on their back from the top of their smiley (buttcheek crack) to just above the shoulder blades. Every time you get out of position you will instantaneously notice it. After this little step, I would agree with most of the people that responded to you. One basic exercise you can do is to squeeze your shoulder blades together as hard as you can for 4 seconds, relax, and repeat that several times throughout the duration of your day. This will not do much to strengthen your middle back but it will bring awareness to this area. If you're interested in more feel free to email me at rstjames10@sprintpcs.com. Oh yeah, and by the way, if you are the same clubbingirl that I may have known back in the SoundFactory (etc.) days, I've since then become a licensed massage therapist and NSCA-Certified Personal Trainer, so feel free to pick my brain. Laterz. Saint!!!

Some of you may remember me from back in the day on this board...I will leave it at that. Since 'then' I have become a NY licensed massage therapist, a national certified massage therapist, and an NSCA-Certified Personal Trainer (NSCA = the #2 organization in personal training). Who would have guessed? I trained at the best schools and am always looking to keep my knowledge base current. I am the only Fitness Concierge in New York for the #2 hotel in NYC, which happens to be an Executive Fitness Suite Hotel. I am 1 out of 3 Fitness Concierge's in the entire U.S. In addition to the Fitness Concierge position, I am a massage therapist @ Equinox, and am a Personal Trainer at Columbia University. What does all of this mean? Nothing, to be honest. I just wanted to stress the fact that I like helping people with their health and wellness needs. I see personal clients of all sorts, from famous people, overweight people, normal everyday stressed out 'single-parent-of-twins' people, super-models, super-ugly, all types of people. I used to deal with only clientele on the upper stratosphere, but that proves very boring after two weeks. However, most people have the same issues, but are confused on how to start 'reducing stress, building muscle, losing fat, gaining flexibility, etc. etc.' And if they pay someone for this advice, most of the times they are paying a pretty penny (I know, I used to charge pretty pennies...) Nowadays, I work my butt off to build my knowledge base, and to meet as many people as possible. If you have any questions regarding your health and fitness, I will spell things out for you in plain English. If you love to eat large amounts of food and are not willing to give that up, yet still want to lose weight, I can still guide you in the right direction. I believe in starting off anything moderately, and slowly building the intensity according to your individual goals. Email me at rstjames@affinia.com, or text message me @ rstjames10@sprintpcs.com. If you text me, keep it short, my treo only picks up 150 characters (or something along those lines). Let me offer you complimentary advice...from athlete to inactive couch potatoes...all I ask in return is if my advice helps you, you buy me a drink or two (Myoplex, tequila, bodyshot [females], you get the drift.) And for those who 'used' to know me, WHATTUP!!! Down these mean streets my heartbeat beats peace. Saint!!!

I'd say go with Brightsmile. You can tell them you saw an offer for $450.00, they'll probably bring it down to $500.00. Depending on the shape of your teeth the procedure really does work. My girl and I got it done, I had better results cause my teeth were less whiter than hers. All in all, the procedure did work. They also have an annual unlimited plan, you pay an extra 100. and get to go as often as you'd like. The only downside I saw was when I'd drink lots of wine or puff sum herb, the teeth don't like that too much. Other than that, minor bleeding seems to be a side effect. Good luck whatever you choose, and remember, as long as you have teeth, that's a good thing.

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She sat across from me deep in the basement of a ratty lounge on 14th and 7th ave. The place was a shithole with drab music and cheap tea lights highlighting the joints flaws. In the right frame of mind I wouldn't be there with a fellow classmate knowing full well my wife-to-be was sitting at home studying for a final. My downfall began during the last day of class when she took a seat in front of me, apparently oblivious to the fact that her ass was protruding pleasingly out of her jeans, popping out of her thong. I tried not to look out of respect for her but it was so soft, glistening with lotion and intrigue. Somehow, before the end of class, I was accepting an offer to have a drink with her. I knew then in my mind that sooner or later, preferably sooner, I would be sinking the hardest penis into the softest of wombs. I would be doing something I promised myself I would never again do. Become disloyal. She sat across from me, deep in the basement of a ratty lounge on 14th and 7th ave. The place was a shithole, but the drab music and cheap tea lights lit her face in a way that stilled time. As she spoke, her tongue waved hello across my chest, my back, the hardness of my cock. My mind was going a thousand miles an hour on everything but the words she was saying. Little by little, I had a growing ache that desparately wanted to be rubbed away. I realized I had made the decision to cross the line when I found myself sitting next to her, her ribs rising and falling gently against my own. I heard something along the line of "my life is crazy" spilling from her lips, and subconsciously, my brain calculated the words needed to be said...she drew even closer to me, her hand resting on my knee...my penis growing ever so hard, oh so eager. In my attempt to relive a lost Sound Factory memory I had forgotten the golden rule that every man learns after a serious case of blue balls. That is, never jump the gun in your mind. I made that mistake, and the pain I had not experienced in years was resurfacing with a vengeance. I hurt, and the image of her biteable ass dripping wet with sweat, swallowing my cock would not go away. The images grew and grew. Her mouth getting closer to my own. We kissed, slow motion, time stood still. The cosmopolitan basting her tongue was sweet. Sobriety slowly waning, my hand brushed across her back underneath her shirt. She felt so soft. So foreign. So exiting. DAMN my dick hurt bad...as if gamma rays penetrated my veins. Ooh, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to soothe away every ache on her body with my mouth. Looking into her eyes, I fucked her pussy through her pupil. She could feel it too. She said, "my pussy is so fucking wet!" "Mmm. It must know I'm thirsty." (Saint) "Yeah, I guess so." "Baby, my intention is to lick shit up like a pussy diaper." (Saint) "What the hell are you talking about." "Baby, hell is the heat between you and me beasting it on weed and beats." (Saint) By that time, she didn't know what the hell I was talking about, and neither did I. All I knew was I had a desparate urge to throw my relationship down the drain for a twenty-minute savage fuck. A relentless bombardment of clashing pubic bones and sweat-induced muscle clenching. She sat on top of me, deep in the basement of a ratty lounge on 14th and 7th ave. The place was a shithole, and I was starting to realize that I belong in such a place. I belonged in a lair of dry-humping lunatics highlighted by cheap tea lights and tasteless raeggae. But fuck it, her juicy fuckin ass was grinding my cock like a slab of cheese on a grater. It hurt, but fuck it, her thong poppin ass was spinning its vibe on my phat fuckin needle and I was doing everything I could to impregnate her through clothing. She sat on top of me. All eyes on us. Fuck it. They didn't exist. We were drunk, her nipples were hard, and my balls thumped like Carl Cox. In the horizon, my fiancee to be studying for a final. The time came to head home before that mysterious instillation of suspicion could be telekinetically transmitted between long-time lovers. I lied and told her I had a late night rendezvous in my apartment with some old friends. Somehow I got her to believe a story I had immediately forgotten. We both got up, swallowed tongues several times throughout fifteen minutes before getting to the exit. Before stepping through the exit, we turned back to absorb the remains of our night. It was nice and breezy outside. The girl next to me was no longer a classmate, but a tool. A delicious sex object I would have to mold over the next few weeks to suit my tentative availability. She could sense my attitude was different 'outside' the walls of the lounge. I was distant. Hesitant to grope, to acknowlede her appeal, to lick my lips with devilish intent. She was right. Being seen in public would ruin a good thing, on both sides of the fence. As I staggered home I plotted the various ways in which I could erase her sent from my neck and clothing. Grape juice smeared on my lips, car exhaust spraying my outfit. These are the things an old pro whips out of the closet. Tonight it worked. And as I delicately jacked off my wounded brethren I could think of nothing else than that deep basement housing the ratty lounge on 14th and 7th ave. The place was a shithole with drab music and cheap tea lights highlighting the joints flaws. But the drinks were soo fuckin good. Saint!!!

1) me n' this stripper friend of mine got naked in the middle of the dancefloor in Sound Factory...grinding n' plucking her nip's with my lips...some fuck stole my phone from my belt without me noticing...bouncers came over told us to get dressed cause the crowd around us was getting big n' rowdy over the show...never knew why I wasn't 86d. 2) a few rendezvous'sss in the infamous SF stalls...never knew why I wasn't 86d. 3) Once in SF, I had sex on the couch next to the coat check downstairs...the same stripper friend of mine was riding me while a guy on both sides of us watched...again, wasn't 86d, for whatever reason. I could go on and on, but the craziest shit was I was always sober. Saint!!!

Whattup clubcats. Haven't been on this site in a while...figured I'd pop my hedonistic head in here in the hopes of peepin a familiar friend. In any regards, drop me a line at stjamesr@hotmail.com. Latah...Saint!!!

Hey guys, I know of this nice little place on 1st ave. btw. 10 & 11th street (I think it's called Xundra's). It's a tapas joint with live flamenco dancers starting at 9ish. Anybody down for something like this...around 8:30ish? I picked thursday cause I get kind of tangled come Friday... Saint!!!

The trick is to have the vegetarian laying on her back with a nice big fucking pillow. The ideal is a low-level futon. Here's my favorite setup: Have the humpee place her pubic bone into the edge of the futon, her knees on the floor, tits, stomach, arms, and head totally relaxed on the futon. Her/your knees resting on two pillows (I prefer the body sized pillows cause two pillows have a tendency to split apart during the later parts of this session.) Place yet another pillow between your (the man's) legs, preferably one of those round, cylinder type pillows for the vegan to lay on. Now, the best part about this movement is the Vaseline. I like the vaseline for massaging purposes. I have big hands, so most of the time I like using them fully whenever possible. I like to slap on some Beethoven and massage my lovers back, ass, neck and hips while I'm slowly grinding along with the strings. Meanwhile, the lickor is down below menacing my nuts and sun-eater with a variation of tongue strokes. It takes the entire shit to a whole nother fucking level. Really, if I weren't into the massaging thing I'd cum in like fifteen seconds, word to Jesus!! Doing this very slow is mad hot as long as the girl on the bottom is relaxed and not tensing her neck. If she's relaxed, grinding it slow while massaging the lady on top takes her orgasm to newer levels...kind of like a contradictory-orgasm...she's totally relaxed yet cumming like a howling wolf...it's totally an experience I'd like to visually record one day...for the record. Saint!!!

"No, I'm just greasing you up so I can stick this super sized french fry up your ass."

...any other well-kept kitten. The things that differentiates a fine one from a mediocre/bland/atrocious kitty is the emotions behind the skin. The finest wet ones I've encounted had an amazing personality at the control panel... P.S. Once, at a meetup in this village bar/restaurant, I met up with blueangel, pox, steve, and like thirty other board heads. There was a particular spanish gal there whose name I long since forgotten (If you're reading this, drop me an IM.) Sometime during the evening I whispered in your ear. Sometime during the evening I whispered in your ear and slightly licked it...you moaned and I got excited but then realized I was in a relationship and had to let your humming desires go...so like, what ever happened to you? I was just recollecting various experiences and that one just happened to pop into mind. I think it's cause the look in your eye eminated the saying "I want your baby!" Very, very nice eyes. Saint!!!