August 27th, 2008 / 3 Comments » / by អេដា
The mother teaches a daughter
- If the men touch u You say * DON’T *
and If they kiss u You say * STOP *
- one day a men touch and kiss her at the same time .She said
* DON’T STOP * after that she told her mother, so what happen with her mother felling about that ?
August 25th, 2008 / 2 Comments » / by អេដា
ងងុយគេងណាស់តែខ្ញុំក៏មិនភ្លេចការពារនំរបស់ខ្ញុំទេ
ស៊ុបពឺឆ្កែ
ខ្ញុំកំពុងកើបលាមកសុនខ(ហាហាហា)
ខ្ញុំព្រមចាញ់ហើយកុំធ្វើបាបខ្ញុំលោកម្ចាស់
ចង់ធ្វើអីយើង?
ខ្ញុំមិនចង់ហោះទៀតទេហត់ណាស់
ដាក់អោយរាងចាលម្តងមើស!!!
ឆ្ងាញ់ណាស់ចង់ញាំអត់?
ធ្វើអីកយ
ខ្ញុំសិចស៊ីអត់?
ចង់ម៉េចគាត់ឯង
ផឹកទៅអូន
August 22nd, 2008 / 8 Comments » / by អេដា
ទៅជាមួយខ្ញុំទេលើកក្រោយ?លើកក្រោយចង់បបួលអ្នកណាទៅជាមួយទេណ៎?
August 21st, 2008 / No Comments » / by អេដា
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
- Sheelagh Lennon -
August 18th, 2008 / 3 Comments » / by អេដា
ស្អែកម៉ោងប្រាំល្ងាចម៉ាក់ខ្ញុំនឹងធ្វើដំណើរទៅបរទេសរយះពេល៦ខែអូព្រះជាម្នាស់អើយខ្ញុំនឹងនឹកដល់គាត់យ៉ាងណាទៅ?ធ្លាប់តែមុនចេញនិងមកពីធ្វើការវិញបានញ្ាំម្ហូបដែលគាត់ធ្វើរាល់ៗថ្ងៃចុះពេលគាត់ទៅ។គិតយ៉ាងទេខ្ញុំនឹកម្ហូបដែលគាត់ធ្វើនឹកភាពថ្នាក់ថ្នមរបស់គាត់នឹកគ្រប់យ៉ាងតែម្តងនឹងខ្ញុំតែទោះយ៉ាងណាជូនពរអោយម៉ាក់ធ្វើដំណើរបានសេចក្តីសុខនឹកដល់ម៉ាក់ជានិច្ច។
August 11th, 2008 / 8 Comments » / by អេដា
“Are you the manager?” she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.
“Actually, no” he replies.
“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him.” she asks, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.
“I’m afraid I can’t” breathes the barman - clearly aroused. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes there is. I need you to give him a message” she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. “Tell him” she says “that there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the ladies room.”
Trying To Forget Someone You Loved Is Like Trying To Remember Someone You Never Knew.................................. ........................................................
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