<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689</id><updated>2011-11-15T17:08:56.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the minds of men</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog was created as a discussion/theraphy for men who are curious or interested in developing unique relationships that certain men lack due to fear of rejection or scrutiny. Release your thoughts and concerns here don't supress them any longer because you are not alone.  This is a step to help enhance that side of you that you're afraid to discuss.  Let me know what you're thinking.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8677742684500266194</id><published>2011-05-13T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:15:35.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MBM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When did you start giving blow jobs? Merit answered since elementary school and it started out as an experiment that eventually developed into a crafted skill. Did you come just to meet me or also give me head? Merit replied that's up to you. The next scene is of two guys one with his hand rubbing the others crotch. Fast forward to afterwards and one believes it was the best head since October. Merit's final words were that it is such a turn on to see that hot body in front of me and to hear your deep moans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8677742684500266194?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8677742684500266194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8677742684500266194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8677742684500266194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8677742684500266194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2011/05/mbm.html' title='MBM'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8529097722674322415</id><published>2011-04-12T18:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:25:42.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Strings Attached</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there such a thing? A string in itself was attached to something prior to being cut. I have learned that you can’t have continual sex with someone over a period of time and not develop feelings. Situations that begin casually eventually turn into more. Why? Vulnerability is a sneaky character that creeps in during your most intimate unions of spirits and leaves your emotions unguarded. Passions can be very powerful when you share some of your secret weapons. Close contact and a release of pheromones is such a wonderful feeling that catches hold to magnetic energy and attach themselves to the fibers of your essence. I would be a fool to say that this experience isn’t spiritual spontaneous and arousing but just sending a little reminder for us to not make the mistake in thinking you can have sex with someone over a period of time and not develop feelings. If you’re going to hit it and quit be sure to do just that and run for cover to avoid strings being attached.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8529097722674322415?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8529097722674322415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8529097722674322415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8529097722674322415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8529097722674322415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels so much better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2587509801854867697?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2587509801854867697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2587509801854867697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2587509801854867697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2587509801854867697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2011/03/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-5025469493003817716</id><published>2010-10-14T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:16:34.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a rainy day off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mixed with body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sprinkled with chocolate and sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creates a wonderful treat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smooth and creamy just like you like it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-5025469493003817716?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/5025469493003817716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=5025469493003817716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5025469493003817716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5025469493003817716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2010/10/treat.html' title='treat'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2926907185888226502</id><published>2010-09-28T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:33:06.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sargent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night I hooked up with this guy.  We arranged a meeting that consisted of passionate kissing and warm embraces followed up by incredible intercourse and the best afterglow contact I've had since the early 90s. He was a military guy who hated his job but still had a somewhat fit body and looked much better in person with those dreamy eyes.  Sgt. Chase drove 22 miles and I made the visit worth his time and effort.  "It was good" was the text I received at 12:34 am.  I thought and responded "indeed lets do it again soon".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I have to report to duty again? Only time will tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2926907185888226502?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2926907185888226502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2926907185888226502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2926907185888226502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2926907185888226502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2010/09/sargent.html' title='Sargent'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-733883064301659435</id><published>2010-08-05T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:24:40.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TFuOaQX76lI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e-5WHb-Eovw/s1600/think-positive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502147951486298706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TFuOaQX76lI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e-5WHb-Eovw/s200/think-positive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I know what I want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want passion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about how nice it would be to experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about how interesting it would be to understood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about all the things I would like to do with a significant other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want stability&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about how wonderful it would be to feel secure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about the feeling often and want to live the dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I know what I want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-733883064301659435?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TFuOaQX76lI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e-5WHb-Eovw/s72-c/think-positive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-7082342722464026254</id><published>2010-08-05T23:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:12:03.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You get all the attention when I see you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make my temperature increase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me want to kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me think about love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me fantasize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You flirt only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't have you; You tease me even though you really want to please me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You play with my emotions because you like the attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You made me realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You made me aware&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You made me mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You made me wise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a surprise I have for you next time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will not get all the attention when I see you again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-7082342722464026254?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/7082342722464026254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=7082342722464026254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7082342722464026254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7082342722464026254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2010/08/attention.html' title='attention'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-3544318862218457094</id><published>2010-07-14T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:12:34.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom drops off son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son watches me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turkish hairy foreign car driving kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom drops off son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I flirt with son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armani Exchange Blackberry nice olive skin kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom drops off son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son flirts with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart trip card backpack front seat bus riding kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom drops off son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son makes eye contact with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strong Upper body chiseled face shinny bald head kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son might like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son when you get the balls drop mom off and pick me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-3544318862218457094?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/3544318862218457094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=3544318862218457094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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awesome the color red looked on your skin. Your shirt fit your upper body like a glove and the running shorts were the perfect length that showcased your underdeveloped calves.  It is obvious that your work out by your physique and the fresh sweat stains still drying on your shirt.  you were very proud of your name so you had it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt; on your left bicep.  Thanks to the clerk who was hard of hearing I got a chance to hear your say it several times.  Healthy eater you are ordering a salad an all.  I was a little disappointed by your aloofness so I ignored you until I saw you leave in your cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camaro&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks for having your name plastered on your arm and kudos to the clerk who repeatedly called you Ryan.  As a result of meeting you informally, I had a wonderful night. Nice meeting you Ryan who wore red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-3249743148095787773?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/3249743148095787773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=3249743148095787773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3249743148095787773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3249743148095787773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2010/07/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-4102506255815268716</id><published>2010-05-01T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:11:36.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/S9xEnVgMvqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7MnyjhbUR84/s1600/gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466319490298724002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/S9xEnVgMvqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7MnyjhbUR84/s200/gym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-4102506255815268716?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/4102506255815268716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=4102506255815268716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/4102506255815268716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/4102506255815268716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-gym.html' title='Time for Gym'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/S9xEnVgMvqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7MnyjhbUR84/s72-c/gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-3901593014670211954</id><published>2010-04-26T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:32:49.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy Back In Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/S9WyAuWu4-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/FPdBN0EsR9M/s1600/it2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464469448397087714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/S9WyAuWu4-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/FPdBN0EsR9M/s200/it2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/S9WyAc9zzRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gT4fJJ30NNk/s1600/it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464469443729149202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/S9WyAc9zzRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gT4fJJ30NNk/s200/it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Close your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-3901593014670211954?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/3901593014670211954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=3901593014670211954' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-7706204273938904761</id><published>2009-09-18T14:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:36:29.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SrPhIg2TH9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ewj_xacQF2I/s1600-h/photo_mid_def_1509906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382893516010758098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SrPhIg2TH9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ewj_xacQF2I/s200/photo_mid_def_1509906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun came out and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you started to sweat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you took off your shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you showed your boxers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you revealed your physique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are turning me on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-7706204273938904761?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/7706204273938904761/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-7259841091260449249</id><published>2009-09-18T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:55:37.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rustic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazmine Sullivan's "After the Hurricane" played in the background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He smoked a Marlboro Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was rustic in wranglers, a t-shirt covered by a loose sweatshirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He searched for tools, powercords and such&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has short dusty hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was the perfect color of warmed butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was fine and close still outside of reach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-7259841091260449249?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/7259841091260449249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=7259841091260449249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371183774434353170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopHL2KAYBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hlNlylooI1s/s200/kevinmcdermott10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGMvmE3yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uEuVwXkfJQw/s1600-h/kevinmcdermott4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371182690341281570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGMvmE3yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uEuVwXkfJQw/s200/kevinmcdermott4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGMFtkqXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Cb1moCot28/s1600-h/kevinmcdermott6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGLw9EeVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JqR0doIoiPQ/s1600-h/lesho-buddha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371182673526290770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGLw9EeVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JqR0doIoiPQ/s200/lesho-buddha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGLbhA3CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/McfZGZdtF0o/s1600-h/kevinmcdermott1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371182667771468834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGLbhA3CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/McfZGZdtF0o/s200/kevinmcdermott1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGLIIHHgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nmdNmLEFn8g/s1600-h/kevinmcdermott6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371182662566747650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopGLIIHHgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nmdNmLEFn8g/s200/kevinmcdermott6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-6958988957902055151?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/6958988957902055151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=6958988957902055151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/6958988957902055151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/6958988957902055151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-awhile-since-so-hope-these-make-u.html' title='sweet dreams'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SopHL2KAYBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hlNlylooI1s/s72-c/kevinmcdermott10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8210065188874889757</id><published>2009-04-30T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:15:41.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights off</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You liked what you saw. You say nothing with your mouth but your eyes tell me everything I need to know. Your eyes reveal to me if only I was alone, you had courage, wasn’t predisposed, really knew it was okay to approach me, then and only then would I utter the words “yes”. I understand you look forward to seeing me again- guess what the feeling is mutual. It’s just a matter of time and opportunity. Until then it’s even better with the lights off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8210065188874889757?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8210065188874889757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8210065188874889757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8210065188874889757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8210065188874889757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2009/04/lights-off.html' title='Lights off'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-3976023263338057124</id><published>2009-04-14T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:17:04.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Though</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though you don’t have the height requirements you still are intriguing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are with the fellas I still see you not looking at me when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I want you just as bad as it appears you want me I must pretend to read or be not interested when I want you more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I sit here contemplating my next move on how to end the current turbulent relationship I thank you for making me feel attractive by doing exactly what you did when you did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you continue to eat making every bite seem as sensual as I know you can be I avoid looking when I'm really seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wish I were the pastry in your hands or the crumbs on your fingertips I realize now isn’t the time so I'll just enjoy the moment even though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were Latino, dark hair, gorgeous facial hair and beautiful skin tone, 5 foot 4 or so.  Nice meeting you. I’ll call you Fernando.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-3976023263338057124?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/3976023263338057124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=3976023263338057124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3976023263338057124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3976023263338057124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-though.html' title='Even Though'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-7736967024160801692</id><published>2009-04-05T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:20:46.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with Dick</title><content type='html'>I was always attracted to tall, lanky types.  It was such a pleasure to meet you when I did and how we connected instantly.  The length of your body was a perfect fit for me. So you were actually 7 ft tall and to think I thought you were lying when you told me that. You were so big and so thick..wow such width...where are you from....shit...hmmmmmm.  My body quivers and shakes when I think of the fact that the way we throbbed it was just simply crazy.  You were in my soooo deep and you're soooo thick.  Damn, I'm in love with you, Dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-7736967024160801692?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/7736967024160801692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=7736967024160801692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7736967024160801692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7736967024160801692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love-with-dick.html' title='I&apos;m in love with Dick'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-7753558528233978420</id><published>2009-04-04T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:00:10.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where have you been?  Its been a while since I've heard from you.  email me: apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Sdd1rg8tjPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d571EQzHZMs/s1600-h/1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320850875200933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Sdd1rg8tjPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d571EQzHZMs/s320/1046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-7753558528233978420?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/7753558528233978420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=7753558528233978420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7753558528233978420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7753558528233978420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-love-em.html' title='Gotta Love &apos;em'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Sdd1rg8tjPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d571EQzHZMs/s72-c/1046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2725703751315202898</id><published>2008-11-11T14:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:07:20.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weights, Water and Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weights are essential to muscle building so I'm always working to tone and define my chest, arms and core.  I'm at the gym and working free weights and machines to get my body from ripe to rip.  Of course I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt to show off the little work I do see in my arms along with a pair of grey Champion shorts with no underwear of course including a cock ring that makes my bulge protrude forward and bounce with every push of the 90 pounds I'm working with.  The mirrors are my friends and because I’m working out on machines close to the water fountain I’m playing the part well.  After each set I go to the water fountain along with all the other rats.  I notice one guy taking advantage of a personal trainer making more than the usual trips to the water fountains and eyeballing my nice thick bulge.  I continue to work out pretending that I'm not up to my dirty deeds.  Then I recognize another admirer who is eyeballing me almost in a trance like way.  He gets up and goes through this door that is next to the water fountain.  He's away for about 4 minutes then he returns.  I just finished with a set and sit there recovering my 60 to 90 seconds recommended by all the men’s fitness magazines.  He's in a trance again and this causes my cock to do a salute into a full tent mode so I just sit there because if I stood it would be too obvious.  Of course here come trainee again he is so thirsty for my cock and not the water he pretends to need.  Now that he's gone Trance gets up and goes through the doors again but this time makes eye contact with me.  So seconds later I follow to find out what is behind this door.  Once behind the door I realize it’s a small hallway with an emergency exit and a restroom.  The door is ajar so I walk in and he's at the sink washing his hands.  "Excuse me" I say but he says come on in and immediately locks the doors.  He grabs for my cock so I drop my shorts and he puts my cock in his mouth and works me overtime.  I make him stop because I don’t want to cum and he takes his cock out and I'm obliged to return the favor.  I work him overtime very rapidly and he pulls away and drops his load in the toilet.  "Can you cum for me?" he asks.  I begin stroking and it didn’t take long for our cum to become float buddies in the toilet water below. He washes up, leaves and I do the same 3 minutes later.  I'm so bad in a good way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2725703751315202898?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2725703751315202898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2725703751315202898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2725703751315202898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2725703751315202898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/11/weights-water-and-wow.html' title='Weights, Water and Wow'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-3798631198054831430</id><published>2008-11-11T12:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:07:29.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worked Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a nice work out of cardio and weights I was looking forward to retiring in the suana to give my body some much needed relief.  I grabbed a couple of towels and found me a nice spot in the corner where I laid one towel down on the bench and used the other as a pillow for head support which means I'm totally naked.  Initially I had the room to myself but my pheremones must have been strong because others came out of nowhere.  Some of the others were old, young, and of various races so out of respect I sat up and covered my midsection.  The heat was too overwhelming for many so they fell off like the autumn leaves.  This left me, an older Cary Grant (ish) type and an Argentina type. I felt comfortable and removed the towel from my midsection and Argentia begin to stroke underneath his towel and Cary was already naked and I noticed he held inside a small towel a container of baby oil.  I knew it was on so I begin stroking with Cary to the left of me and Argentina on the lower bench.  Cary moved closer to my left while Argentina kept an eye on me and the door.  Cary moved closer while grabbing my cock and lubricating it wih baby oil. He stroked and stroked and then commanded "do it, cum...do it I say cum".  I threw my head back and relaxed the arch in my back and enjoyed his message and he continued to lubricate my cock more with oil and stroked even harder.  Argentina exclaimed "damn that is nice, shit dude". I let out a great sigh and came and he pulled on my cock to make sure every drop was visible to him and Argentina. Cary left the room and I followed shortly leaving Argentina alone to use the images to bust his load. What a great work out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-3798631198054831430?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/3798631198054831430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=3798631198054831430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3798631198054831430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3798631198054831430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/11/worked-out.html' title='Worked Out'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2040441132756587003</id><published>2008-10-09T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:49:38.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Often on my explorations, I would pass by the cruisee and would exchange a nod and a glance.  The first few times I thought his glance meant "I'm not interesting and don't go there".  But then I began to detect something else in his eyes.  Something that reminded me of a dog in heat.  It was hunger that I saw.  And being a hungry, attention-starved person myself, I gave him back the same look he gave me.  It happened when I went into the men's room. I'd passed the cruisee and went to my stall and at that moment he peered over the stall.  He was salivating, breathing hard and constantly looking down at my crotch. It was expected considering the situation. His behavior made me realize it was now or never so I moved back from the stall and he got a clear view of his subject, my manhood.  He dropped to his knees and devoured by penis. Deep throat, lollypop, deep throat, lollypop.....It turned out to be one of the  most excellent blow jobs I've every had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inspired by Augusten Burroughs book 'MagicalThinking'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2040441132756587003?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2040441132756587003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2040441132756587003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2040441132756587003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2040441132756587003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/10/often-on-my-explorations-i-would-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2743953873675496182</id><published>2008-09-02T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:34:45.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat It</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Did you know that most guys in long-term relationships continue to masturbate-even when they're having regular sex?  A 1994 study found that nearly 85 percent of men living with a sexual partner masturbate, compare with only 45 percent of women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And while the cliche' is that it's the sex-starved husband who is driven to furtively spending some "me" time in the bathroom, research shows that most men's masturbation habits have nothing to do with how often they have sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2743953873675496182?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2743953873675496182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2743953873675496182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2743953873675496182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2743953873675496182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/09/beat-it.html' title='Beat It'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-5322713532920334095</id><published>2008-08-25T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:01:42.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Masked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SLMBbc_r8uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BdjdWb_ikDM/s1600-h/jimmcgreevey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238532362713428706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SLMBbc_r8uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BdjdWb_ikDM/s200/jimmcgreevey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only place where I had ever found any real pleasure in these encounters was in Washington, during my law school years. At the juncture of Sixth and I Street, just around the corner from the federal and local courthouses of Judiciary Square, stood an abandoned synagogue….Between the synagogue and the building next door was a narrow alley that led to the parking lot and the long-forgotten gardens behind the temple. Every night, rain or shine, this hidden pocket of Washington filled with men just like me-some older, some even younger, but almost all of them wearing business suits and, on most of their left hands, proof that they’d made the same compromises I had. This was no gay bar with its Village People counterculture, no Times Square with its desperation and prostitution. We were the power brokers and backroom operatives and future leaders of America. We just happen to be gay. Well, not gay, exactly. In the abbreviated conversation that passed as dialogue between us, no one back behind the synagogue ever described himself that way to me. Long before the African American community coined the term to describe a world of men who mostly pass as straight but sneak sex with other men, we were on the down low-as men of all races have been for hundreds of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Excerpt from The Confession by James C. McGreevey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-5322713532920334095?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/5322713532920334095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=5322713532920334095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5322713532920334095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5322713532920334095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/08/masked.html' title='Masked'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SLMBbc_r8uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BdjdWb_ikDM/s72-c/jimmcgreevey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2512903004763658068</id><published>2008-08-07T15:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:58:29.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn's Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJthwyZE4qI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fm8eYwquHec/s1600-h/grey+hair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231882882909528738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJthwyZE4qI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fm8eYwquHec/s200/grey+hair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJthxCd4EDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5PMWPDTTpF8/s1600-h/Grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231882887224627250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJthxCd4EDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5PMWPDTTpF8/s200/Grey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re no spring chicken and that’s obvious but you’re still sexy.&lt;br /&gt;The gray hair makes you look more than &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;distinguished actu&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJthHkcDwJI/AAAAAAAAADk/c1_myqtjEYE/s1600-h/grey+hair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ally rather delicious. The slight wrinkles underneath your &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyes indicate wisdom and I see the wonder. Your movements aren’t quick but the precision tells me that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you’re experienced in all the good ways. The slimness in your thighs and the agility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in your knees are so captivating. Be not dismayed because I see you and admire you even though you people don't notice often; I do. I want you for all these reasons and more. You’re no spring chicken and that obvious but you’re still sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inspired by the older gentlemen I saw this morning on the bus commute to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2512903004763658068?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2512903004763658068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2512903004763658068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2512903004763658068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2512903004763658068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/08/autumnfall.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Fall'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJthwyZE4qI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fm8eYwquHec/s72-c/grey+hair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8578931870480042643</id><published>2008-07-31T07:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:49:57.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJG02Uc9VUI/AAAAAAAAADU/HmrO7MXpKV4/s1600-h/adventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229159487649961282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJG02Uc9VUI/AAAAAAAAADU/HmrO7MXpKV4/s200/adventure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was so beautifully handsome. He looked like he was made out of the finest leather. He ran so casually sexy it almost made me sick that it was done so effortlessly. His eyes were the color of an exotic beach secluded off of the Pacific shore. His chest was as plump as a ripe peach and his stomach rippled similar to a massive lake kissed by brisk winds. The sheen of sweat on his naked upper torso made me thirsty and caused me to salivate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I captured his image and later retrieved it during my time alone. He helped me reach heights that I wished would never end. Once I came down off this high I thought he was so beautifully handsome and he never knew that I admired him or that I even existed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8578931870480042643?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8578931870480042643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8578931870480042643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8578931870480042643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8578931870480042643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/07/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJG02Uc9VUI/AAAAAAAAADU/HmrO7MXpKV4/s72-c/adventure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2474138142970617611</id><published>2008-07-30T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:34:55.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDCQUGkVkI/AAAAAAAAADE/RNIZtfMVcfE/s1600-h/Tom+Ford+Forbidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228892752907097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDCQUGkVkI/AAAAAAAAADE/RNIZtfMVcfE/s200/Tom+Ford+Forbidden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDCQl0H91I/AAAAAAAAADM/sp39eBx_4B8/s1600-h/Tom+Ford+Forbidden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228892757661579090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDCQl0H91I/AAAAAAAAADM/sp39eBx_4B8/s200/Tom+Ford+Forbidden2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Ford does it again. Though these pictures were taken over 3 years ago they still causes a rise in the right place. Men are visual and I definitely like what I see. Can I have some?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2474138142970617611?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2474138142970617611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2474138142970617611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2474138142970617611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2474138142970617611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/07/style.html' title='Style'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDCQUGkVkI/AAAAAAAAADE/RNIZtfMVcfE/s72-c/Tom+Ford+Forbidden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-3103850700833108627</id><published>2008-07-30T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:32:17.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrumptious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDBoiGSHjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZYvgHLx3Uyw/s1600-h/Beckham2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228892069469232690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDBoiGSHjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZYvgHLx3Uyw/s200/Beckham2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDBoxptx3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/abc7whMbliU/s1600-h/Beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228892073644377970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDBoxptx3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/abc7whMbliU/s200/Beckham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Such a delicious piece of eye candy. What a refreshing specimen. Thanks to W Magazine for this exceptional spread. Only in USA can one fantasize about such an explosive guy. Congrats to the Mrs. good catch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-3103850700833108627?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/3103850700833108627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=3103850700833108627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3103850700833108627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3103850700833108627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/07/scrumptious.html' title='Scrumptious'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SJDBoiGSHjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZYvgHLx3Uyw/s72-c/Beckham2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8954884478649511464</id><published>2008-07-27T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:34:16.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm a hockey fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SIwIbyAsScI/AAAAAAAAACs/do3R2XsPvGc/s1600-h/MVP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227562540844468674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SIwIbyAsScI/AAAAAAAAACs/do3R2XsPvGc/s200/MVP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MVP on the Soapnetwork...a must show to checkout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring Dillion Casey...my new best friend =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8954884478649511464?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8954884478649511464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8954884478649511464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8954884478649511464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8954884478649511464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-im-hockey-fan.html' title='Now I&apos;m a hockey fan'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SIwIbyAsScI/AAAAAAAAACs/do3R2XsPvGc/s72-c/MVP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-7306757399679389445</id><published>2008-07-25T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:38:15.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather is hot and so am I.  I have been freeballing (going commando) in light color summer friendly pants and love keeping my admirers pleased to see me cuming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give autographs out all day.  My autographs are given whenever I get admirers who give me more attention than the average fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the store the other day after working out...wearing a sleeveless tee and Riddel shorts without underwear and my boy was hanging and bouncing ever so greatly.  I caught this cute Puerto Rican guy following me around casually and enjoying my package.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see alot of you are enjoying reading my blog...let me know what your thinking. Are there any subjects you would like to see me discuss...email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it hang!  (apourhomme@hotmail.com)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-7306757399679389445?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/7306757399679389445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=7306757399679389445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7306757399679389445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7306757399679389445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/07/autographs.html' title='Autographs'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-4386622943733878855</id><published>2008-04-18T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:05:25.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>223</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SAjw6G1RjKI/AAAAAAAAACk/P07DoS8PlYI/s1600-h/Gardening+tool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190663451601636514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SAjw6G1RjKI/AAAAAAAAACk/P07DoS8PlYI/s200/Gardening+tool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are such a whore over there in the park with those jeans on letting it all hang out. Walking like you normally wouldn’t walk just to entice someone..oh..oh…you got a catch, a bite..mature, bald, grey beard, slim, Italian, he’s looking, can't say or do much, because he's with a crowd but he whips out his cell to take a picture. Closer a little bit closer, there.. so you pose, oh boy do you pose. Get a good shot it is all for you. Pictures taken, lips licked, posing over, deal done. Oh boy you’re such a whore. A nice whore, a working whore and intellectual whore. Maybe one day you will change and become a changed whore, a saved whore ...yet and still a whore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-4386622943733878855?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/4386622943733878855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=4386622943733878855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/4386622943733878855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/4386622943733878855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/04/223.html' title='223'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/SAjw6G1RjKI/AAAAAAAAACk/P07DoS8PlYI/s72-c/Gardening+tool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8473175762738834277</id><published>2008-03-28T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:28:15.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me on my neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R-0AXnCKwqI/AAAAAAAAACc/FR4k7RlSJqs/s1600-h/neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182799151788376738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R-0AXnCKwqI/AAAAAAAAACc/FR4k7RlSJqs/s200/neck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you with your supple creamy lips&lt;br /&gt;I know that you secretly want to touch my sunkissed skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be gentle and soft then caress this juicy full moist gateway to my heart&lt;br /&gt;My brown skin eagerly awaits to be touched by your paleness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been such a long timeI forgot that I was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remebering the time I kissed you and how&lt;br /&gt;Lush, wet and intoxicating it made me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting. Don’t let fear keep you captive, reach out to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inspired by Erykah Badu ‘Kiss my on my neck’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8473175762738834277?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8473175762738834277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8473175762738834277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8473175762738834277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8473175762738834277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/03/kiss-me-on-my-neck.html' title='Kiss me on my neck'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R-0AXnCKwqI/AAAAAAAAACc/FR4k7RlSJqs/s72-c/neck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2544993689834035310</id><published>2008-03-19T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:47:09.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have a kiss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R-FCvpAewLI/AAAAAAAAACU/zM6gf9RkNKw/s1600-h/Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179494432681935026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R-FCvpAewLI/AAAAAAAAACU/zM6gf9RkNKw/s200/Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse me for this I just want a kiss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to know what it feels like to touch your lips&lt;br /&gt;What does it feel like to stand close to you and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; feel your breathe against my breathe&lt;br /&gt;We could be lovely given the chance&lt;br /&gt;I see your excitement in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Can I give you a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inspired by Kelly Clarkson’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I have a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2544993689834035310?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2544993689834035310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2544993689834035310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2544993689834035310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2544993689834035310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-i-have-kiss.html' title='Can I have a kiss?'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R-FCvpAewLI/AAAAAAAAACU/zM6gf9RkNKw/s72-c/Kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-5908289079866033118</id><published>2008-02-09T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:15:51.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Hang</title><content type='html'>Share your stories of your favorite freeballing experience.  Send them to &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-5908289079866033118?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/5908289079866033118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=5908289079866033118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5908289079866033118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5908289079866033118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-hang.html' title='Lets Hang'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-5084535524089857570</id><published>2007-11-12T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:38:43.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulge Bazaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R51OPOqB7SI/AAAAAAAAACM/vHZP0xJpcjM/s1600-h/ebulges_07_Sum_082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160366771575844130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R51OPOqB7SI/AAAAAAAAACM/vHZP0xJpcjM/s320/ebulges_07_Sum_082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhPRa-_nhI/AAAAAAAAABk/mgnfkZBQSUA/s1600-h/ebulges_08_07_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131938936108588562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhPRa-_nhI/AAAAAAAAABk/mgnfkZBQSUA/s320/ebulges_08_07_033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhPSq-_niI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jws6XhVTEt0/s1600-h/ebulges_08_07_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhPTK-_njI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4QtzyjcW6Wc/s1600-h/ebulges_08_07_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhPTq-_nkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5_2wStP4TZY/s1600-h/ebulges_08_07_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love my buddies who don't mind showing off their package in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-5084535524089857570?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/5084535524089857570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=5084535524089857570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5084535524089857570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5084535524089857570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/11/bulge-bazaar.html' title='Bulge Bazaar'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/R51OPOqB7SI/AAAAAAAAACM/vHZP0xJpcjM/s72-c/ebulges_07_Sum_082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8933994558822392633</id><published>2007-09-29T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:39:33.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulge</title><content type='html'>oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Rv5HZ7ac0EI/AAAAAAAAABc/hEZHxqGlZLc/s1600-h/alan_ritchson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115604737510395970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Rv5HZ7ac0EI/AAAAAAAAABc/hEZHxqGlZLc/s400/alan_ritchson1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8933994558822392633?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8933994558822392633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8933994558822392633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8933994558822392633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8933994558822392633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/09/bulge.html' title='Bulge'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Rv5HZ7ac0EI/AAAAAAAAABc/hEZHxqGlZLc/s72-c/alan_ritchson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-3429765394805458247</id><published>2007-09-13T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:01:26.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Runrbizpd1I/AAAAAAAAABM/9Bkf6Aatt1c/s1600-h/Sisley_megastore_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109874110660966226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Runrbizpd1I/AAAAAAAAABM/9Bkf6Aatt1c/s400/Sisley_megastore_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-3429765394805458247?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/3429765394805458247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=3429765394805458247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3429765394805458247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/3429765394805458247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Runrbizpd1I/AAAAAAAAABM/9Bkf6Aatt1c/s72-c/Sisley_megastore_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-2467420370546670718</id><published>2007-07-19T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:28:20.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Slang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaysted&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(adj) drunk enough to engage in homosexual sexual acts (applied to heterosexuals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provenance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Los Angeles hipsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usage&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; “My brother came home with his drunk buddy and he asked me and let me suck his dick before he passed out. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Details magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-2467420370546670718?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/2467420370546670718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=2467420370546670718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2467420370546670718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/2467420370546670718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-slang.html' title='New Slang'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-4187105888884933778</id><published>2007-07-19T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:56:44.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Rp-z3ZOrYII/AAAAAAAAAA8/GeVvkJaQm8Y/s1600-h/male+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088983868198576258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Rp-z3ZOrYII/AAAAAAAAAA8/GeVvkJaQm8Y/s320/male+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to Amy Winehouse and her latest CD “Back to Black” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics from cut &lt;em&gt;Just Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is my motto: When will we get the time to be just friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we get the time to be just friends? It’s never safe for us not even in the evening ‘cos I’ve been drinking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not in the morning where your shit works It’s always dangerous when everybody’s sleeping And I've been thinking Can we be alone? Can we be alone? When will we get the time to be just friends? When will we get the time to be just friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I'm not ashamed but the guilt will kill you If she don’t first I’ll never love you like her Though we need to find the time To just do this shit together For it gets worse I wanna touch you But that just hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we get the time to be just friends? When will we get the time to be just friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-4187105888884933778?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/4187105888884933778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=4187105888884933778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/4187105888884933778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/4187105888884933778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/Rp-z3ZOrYII/AAAAAAAAAA8/GeVvkJaQm8Y/s72-c/male+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-1178407156395649047</id><published>2007-07-12T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:08:46.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhQUK-_nlI/AAAAAAAAACE/oUMP6DL91QM/s1600-h/ebulges_08_07_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131940082864856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhQUK-_nlI/AAAAAAAAACE/oUMP6DL91QM/s320/ebulges_08_07_053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RushESzpd2I/AAAAAAAAABU/1HsfnIpSUYg/s1600-h/ebulges_08_07_041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110214559833618274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RushESzpd2I/AAAAAAAAABU/1HsfnIpSUYg/s400/ebulges_08_07_041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RpbLrpOrYEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ODj4c3cubKY/s1600-h/fb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-1178407156395649047?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/1178407156395649047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=1178407156395649047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/1178407156395649047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/1178407156395649047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/07/freeballers-of-week.html' title='Bulge'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RzhQUK-_nlI/AAAAAAAAACE/oUMP6DL91QM/s72-c/ebulges_08_07_053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8087979237788485940</id><published>2007-07-11T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:18:35.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Bareback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I strolled to the retail area during a late afternoon break while free balling of course. As you know I’m addicted to the attention I get from admirers. I was disappointed in the fact that there weren’t many lookers today. I decided to get back to work and while waiting at the crosswalk I noticed an admirer so I turn his way so that he could get a good look. The longer he looked the longer my cock grew. He made the second move and said “what are you up to?” and I said “I think you already know the answer to that questions. How can I get in contact with you?” He gave me his number and so I called. He told me that he worked in an office where he had total privacy and invited me to visit him later that evening. I met him at the designated time/place and we had immediate chemistry. We undressed, caressed each other naked bodies and kissed tenderly. He then began to give me head and I was so turned on by his firm, muscular body. Before I knew it I had stuck my dick in him bareback and came quickly. It didn’t end because we continued to kiss and my dick got hard again and he began to ride me into the sunset. I have received head and fucked him bareback several times since then. Though he has a nice tight ass that is always lubed and feels wonderful on my dick, lets me fuck him standing up, laying or sitting down and gives head like no one else what was I thinking? My dick gets hard just thinking about it and then I shocked back into reality because this is the most risky behavior ever. How do I redeem myself from this? Yeah I have been tested and they came back negative but shit what was I thinking? I will get tested again and again. Yeah it felt good during the intercourse but afterwards I always vowed I wouldn’t do it but found myself pounding my bareback dick in him. “I feel so comfortable with you and besides I’m clean” is what he said but how the fuck do I really know? The last time will be it because the weight of uncertainty is too much. Never have sex bareback no matter how caught up in the moment you get or how good the head and ass feels. Never!!! What the hell was I thinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8087979237788485940?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8087979237788485940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8087979237788485940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8087979237788485940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8087979237788485940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-bareback.html' title='Never Bareback'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-8346392987294488156</id><published>2007-06-27T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:54:23.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RoR82ZP8ZEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YjX1KQe7zww/s1600-h/062807_10411[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi, I’m Troy and I’m an addict. I begin free balling a year ago and I find myself addicted to male admirers of my package. Since its summer I make sure I wear light colored flat front slacks so that the goods can be well showcased. Some days I get a good dose of admirers and other days the potency is rather weak. I find the strongest hits come from when I’m shopping in department stores or riding public transportation. When I feel I have the voyeur hooked then the package begins to rise. Since I live in a city with heavy tourist traffic I also notice some good hits from when walking the street during lunch. For example there is this guy who is a regular inspector. I see him every day during my evening break waiting to catch his bus. We have this non-verbal understanding. He pretends to be on his cell phone and so do I and we always make sure we are both wearing sunglasses. He begins to watch and I start moving back in forth and my cock begins to shake and wiggling which makes it rock hard. My looker is in awe and he even looks for me when I’m running a little late. Is it possible for me to become excessively addicted if there is such a thing? If there’s a cure for this I probably need it but I don’t want it because right now because I have the sweetest hangover and I don’t want it to be over. &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for your advice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-8346392987294488156?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/8346392987294488156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=8346392987294488156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8346392987294488156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/8346392987294488156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/06/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-150511379303928701</id><published>2007-05-30T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:14:43.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High time business executive shopping for lunch caught my eye. Since I was freeballing I chose him to have fun with. He decided to turn around for more and begin casually following me in the store. My dick began to get hard and since I knew he was watching I positioned myself so that he could see the profile of my dick. He was staring so hard at one point he almost tripped over a store display. My avatar shapped dick head pulsated and he could see the entire shape including veins of my cock. Light color summer pants are always a plus when freeballing. He realized his folly and had to laugh himself. He was tall, slim, sexy mature guy with extremely silky gray hair. I loved serving him with my eye candy. The executive would put his reading glasses on take a look, remove the glasses a take another look and even exhaled “oh my”. He kneeled down pretending to be looking at something on the lower display and I stood as close as I could without touching with my crotch right in his face and he stood up grabbed by dick and quickly exited the store. I guess this was the best he could do considering he was sporting a classy silver wedding band. Hey big time exec if you’re out there I want to let you know I had fun too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-150511379303928701?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/150511379303928701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=150511379303928701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/150511379303928701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/150511379303928701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/05/eye-candy.html' title='Eye Candy'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-7055520319520934919</id><published>2007-05-21T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T09:12:07.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RlGeljL6k2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mVhjeggZH7s/s1600-h/Doors071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067005423706084194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RlGeljL6k2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mVhjeggZH7s/s320/Doors071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided that I enjoy being a man. I enjoy my physique and the male makeup. There is nothing like having a relaxing evening at home enjoying my body. Anytime I’m stressed there is always a way for me to release stress. Would you like cream with your coffee? I’m your mocha male with much in the middle.  &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-7055520319520934919?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/7055520319520934919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=7055520319520934919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7055520319520934919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/7055520319520934919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/05/see-men.html' title='See Men'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/RlGeljL6k2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mVhjeggZH7s/s72-c/Doors071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-5646100146352466735</id><published>2007-04-11T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:40:57.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Springtime is here however the weather in my area has been unseasonably cool.  I eagerly await the day when temps are close to or above 70 degrees so that I can begin enjoying the comfort of going without underwear.  Currently I have been wearing silk boxers which is just like no underwear especially when you were slacks and flat front khakis.  I’ve already got people staring at my crotch I can just imagine what it will be like when I sport my light colored linen trousers this spring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been shopping and I enjoy trying on form fitting trousers that enhance my buns and of course my package.  If you’re a proud freeballer/commandoite then send me some pics I would like to see how you rock it!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-5646100146352466735?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/5646100146352466735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=5646100146352466735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5646100146352466735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/5646100146352466735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-117042553662644697</id><published>2007-02-02T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:12:16.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/871613/bagutta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/585646/bagutta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-117042553662644697?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/117042553662644697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=117042553662644697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/117042553662644697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/117042553662644697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/02/horny.html' title='Horny'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-117025560902506914</id><published>2007-01-31T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:20:22.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying Pipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/265791/futon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/672391/futon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take your shirt off now and everything else afterwards. Do it quickly because we don’t have much time and besides we’ve been waiting for this moment to come. You’re finally getting ready to lay some pipe but before you do let me taste your ass. I think some people call it rimming. Now, doesn’t that feel good? I sure enjoy the head you’re giving me while I taste your clean virgin ass. I’m giving you all that I’ve got. I’ve been having this fantasy of being fucked by a straight, Greek dude and now that you and I have finished devouring these ice cold beers you can truly clean my gutters. I know you’re not gay and neither am I. We are just meeting the needs of one another like only men can. Once I leave your dorm no one will know why I really stayed so late. Sure we had to cram for the test in the morning. The only cramming I want done to me is for me to lay face down on your futon and you mount me from the rear and pound my ass. You don’t have to worry about anyone hearing me because you will have James Blunt playing like you normally do and I will be bitting on the pillow so no one will hear me moan, scream and enjoy the pain while you pleasure me. Once my ass is good and open I will turn over and put my legs over your shoulders allowing you to grip me very tightly. That’s right frat boy put it all the way in so nothings left but your nut sack slapping up against my tight ass. Okay! Ready for another position? I see that you’re enjoying this French wresting match. Riding your dick, sucking you nipples while you wack me off makes me go wild for you. Bow-wow doggie style works for me. Let me lean over the edge of the futon and let you go to work. Faster, deeper, slower, deeper, faster………..Damn that was worth every minute. My ass is still throbbing from all the copulating but I quickly dress and make a fast dash out the door without looking back because remember dude we’re not gay. I, like you, eagerly await the next time we have to cram for a test. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-117025560902506914?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/117025560902506914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=117025560902506914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/117025560902506914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/117025560902506914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/01/laying-pipe.html' title='Laying Pipe'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-117016490364602411</id><published>2007-01-30T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:48:23.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhibitionist Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I needed some toiletries and decided to head out to Wal-Mart.  It was late on a Friday night back during the summer.  I decided to make this shopping spree an exhibitionist experience. Risky in the way that I just wore a t-shirt, mesh knee length running shorts with no underwear with a cock ring and flip flops. My package bounced and I walked around the store long after I had already pickup my toiletries. I decided to cruise aisles where men would be such as car accessories, automotive and outdoor/camping.  I pretended to be on the phone all the while allowing my package to bounce from left to right.  I noticed a guy purchasing motor oil so I moved a little closer and did a price comparison.  As he looked up his eyes went directly to my bulge.  He caught himself and slowly walked away. My bulge begins to swell almost to a point of sticking straight out.  I turned in his direction as he walked away and put my cell phone in my pocket.  He just stood there gazing at my bulge.  I guess he felt comfortable and he came back closer and grabbed my dick before I knew it and he said “I’ll suck you right now if you let me”.  I told him that I can’t do that in a store but maybe if he had a place to go then I would consider.  He said “I have a storage facility less than a mile away why don’t you follow me there.”  I followed him parked and got out the car.  He opened the door of his truck and I stood there and he just took my entire dick into his mouth.  This was the best head and deep throat experience I’ve had in a while.  Needless to say we meet from time to time and have given storage facility a whole new meaning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-117016490364602411?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/117016490364602411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=117016490364602411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/117016490364602411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/117016490364602411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/01/exhibitionist-experience.html' title='Exhibitionist Experience'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116897730378034427</id><published>2007-01-16T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:56:21.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about the Penis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are only two types of penises. One type is a grower. This penis is small but grows in width and length during the erection process. The other type is a shower. This penis is large in its natural state and only gets harder during the erection process. Seventy-nine percent of men are growers and 21% are showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: Men's Health Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a grower or shower? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116897730378034427?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116897730378034427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116897730378034427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116897730378034427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116897730378034427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/01/facts-about-penis.html' title='Facts about the Penis'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116881392266085394</id><published>2007-01-14T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:32:02.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/610173/c092_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/41533/c092_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/262129/f05a_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/780560/f05a_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116881392266085394?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116881392266085394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116881392266085394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116881392266085394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116881392266085394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/01/eye-candy.html' title='Eye Candy'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116828762409669413</id><published>2007-01-08T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:20:24.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I took it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/340785/e4_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/379649/e4_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally got a chance to get fucked. It was a nice passionate slow pounding in my ass considering I don't get fucked. My tight virgin ass was sucking this dick in slowly, what I like to call a slow pull. He took it slow and I enjoyed every minute. All it took was some lube, latex and lots of little long strokes. Not that bad at all. I let him go to work while I whack off and boy what I load I let out. Can't wait to get take it again. He only would let me get a shot of his cock before we got started. It was thick, uncut and about 6-7". See what you get when you chat with me online-a nice clean fuck in a very tight ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116828762409669413?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116828762409669413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116828762409669413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116828762409669413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116828762409669413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-took-it.html' title='I took it'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116774581089369189</id><published>2007-01-02T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:50:10.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyuer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/908316/010207%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/200/55091/010207%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/161352/010207%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/525508/010207%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116774581089369189?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116774581089369189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116774581089369189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116774581089369189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116774581089369189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2007/01/voyuer.html' title='Voyuer'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116725283509557172</id><published>2006-12-27T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:38:56.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacking off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/791240/122806%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/395392/122806%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I must admit that it is very hard for me to break the habit of masturbating. I can be reading a book or minding my own business and all of a sudden I will come across a nice looking dude and my imagination runs wild. Before I know it I’m caressing my tool sometimes with lube and sometimes dry. There is nothing like a nice session of dry masturbation. One hand is on my dick and the other with a couple of fingers in my ass really gets me going. I want to buy a dildo but it will difficult explaining this to my girl. Too bad she isn’t into strapping it on and pounding my tight ass. Like I said initially it will be very hard for me to stop masturbating. I often fantasize about pounding a nice ass real slow while kissing ever so softly on dude nipples. There is goes again getting hard. Let me stop before I back at it again. I guess I’m just a freak, because of how I was turned out when I was you, even though I really don’t want to be defined as a freak. Can it be that this is my alter ego? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116725283509557172?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116725283509557172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116725283509557172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116725283509557172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116725283509557172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/12/wacking-off.html' title='Wacking off'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116723292982283051</id><published>2006-12-27T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:22:09.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ineligible Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/113999/football_player_watching_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/821441/football_player_watching_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have been ejected from the game because I fouled out. I guess that makes me an ineligible player. Since I have been naughty all year its time to be nice. My time on the bench will allow me to reflect on ways I can improve my behavior. My new year’s resolutions would involve less masturbation, internet gay porn, imaginative lust and include more reading, developing my inner-ness and enhancing my relationship with my wife. It would have been nice to have a good night of romping in the sack with a sexy dude to send out 2006 but since I have fouled out its time do the right thing. I’m going to do my best to keep my hand off my dick while thinking about fucking, getting fucked or receiving head from a nice looking dude. Let’s see what the year brings. I would like to hear from you. Chat with me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116723292982283051?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116723292982283051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116723292982283051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116723292982283051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116723292982283051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/12/ineligible-player.html' title='Ineligible Player'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116552433444370430</id><published>2006-12-07T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:45:34.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creamy, milky supple skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to understand my sudden attraction to Caucasian men who have somewhat narrow rangy built bodies. When I see slender cream sugar complexions it just drives me to a great place within my own imagination. The smooth skin kissed by beautiful soft hair and accented with gem colored eyes causes me search around within myself of how I can make my fantasy a reality. Oh just to be able to smell your natural pheromones and to allow our skin to resemble day and night is what I desire.  I realize that most men are restricted by the circle of trust around the third finger on the left but it still doesn’t keep me from fantasizing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know what you think at:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116552433444370430?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116552433444370430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116552433444370430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116552433444370430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116552433444370430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/12/creamy-milky-supple-skin.html' title='Creamy, milky supple skin'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116500111587219689</id><published>2006-12-01T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:25:15.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaming in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/1600/960364/jogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5709/3909/320/684579/jogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to walk during a breezy somewhat warm damp night. Slip on my sneakers and a pair of comfortable athletic pants –no underwear of course. The outfit can be topped off with a nice long sleeve snug fitted t-shirt. The walking will allow me to move freely in the night without any worry of being spotted with a hard on. Oh the comfort of this freedom. Chances are I will meet some nice pal walking the dog, jogging or perhaps roaming with the same motives I have. Interesting in talking a walk with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116500111587219689?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116500111587219689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116500111587219689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116500111587219689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116500111587219689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/12/roaming-in-night.html' title='Roaming in the Night'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116420458596703092</id><published>2006-11-22T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:10:57.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another admirer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/newspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/200/newspaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked to CVS for bottled water and passed by the pharmacy department and saw this guy and knew he would be a perfect candidate so I removed the magazine that I was using to shield the imprint of my definite mushroom and outline of my cock leaning to the left. He looked at my cock immediately. I heard the pharmacist tell him his order would be ready later today but he went to the sitting area so that he could get another look. Now that I knew I had him hooked I kept walking by so that he could get different angles such as full frontal and side. Then I decided to be bold and just stood right in front of him and watch him just stare. I took it to another level and said “so do you like what you see” and he said “yes very nice.” We exchange email addresses and I went to stand in line to pay for my water and saw him then leave. I think he was waiting for me to approach him. Needless to say we are email buddies now and he told me he just wanted my cock in his mouth the minute&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he saw it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116420458596703092?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116420458596703092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116420458596703092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116420458596703092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116420458596703092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-admirer.html' title='Another admirer'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116344947348981860</id><published>2006-11-13T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:31:43.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Close for Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/looking%20away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/200/looking%20away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You saw it and it took everything for you not to touch. I know you were so close you could see the pulsating of the head but you had to compose yourself. “I can’t touch him because I don’t even know him even though I like what I see.” It’s only seven inches and very thick. I wasn’t sure if I had your full attention because of course you didn’t want anyone, not even me, to notice that you were looking at my cock. It will be on display again soon. Hopefully you will enjoy the view.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116344947348981860?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116344947348981860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116344947348981860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116344947348981860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116344947348981860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-close-for-comfort.html' title='Too Close for Comfort'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116241528042517257</id><published>2006-11-01T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:10:45.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man’s best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find comfort in the fact that men are now bonding emotionally without the stigma of being labeled “sissy”. I’m glad that guys are no longer brainwashed into believing that they don’t need a male buddy. Our fathers were distant, unaffectionate and emotionally closed resulting in early death or other major health problems while our mothers out live everyone. Thank goodness that the doors in our culture have been opened and it’s now cool to hang with my dude friends to discuss anything. Thanks Augusten Burroughs for your having the courage to be there for us “new century men”. Chat w/me at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116241528042517257?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116241528042517257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116241528042517257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116241528042517257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116241528042517257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/11/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man’s best friend'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116239644968790193</id><published>2006-11-01T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:55:15.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Link</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; recently read the following opinions. I believe there’s a missing link for the guys who register 3 on the Kinsey scale.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think about the following comments. I will be checking my &lt;em&gt;e-male&lt;/em&gt; and look forward to hearing from you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth Hill, who co writes the weekly “Straighten out” column for AOL with his hetero counterpart, Jeff Simmermon, says that “gay men can get laid in 15 min – 30 minutes tops – if we really want to. Even ugly guys. There’s no comparison. When you talk to straights about it, they practically sink down in utter despair at the inequity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Renzi, a journalist and blogger ( and former MTV Real World gay guy) believes that straight guys “are jealous that gay sex includes blow jobs by default.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common gay envy I get from straight guys is simply that single gay guys can have sex and not expect to be called the next day.” Says Andrew Sullivan of time.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions courtesy of Details Magazine 9-06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116239644968790193?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116239644968790193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116239644968790193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116239644968790193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116239644968790193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing-link.html' title='Missing Link'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116232073478910253</id><published>2006-10-31T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:54:30.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/next%20door.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/200/next%20door.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The guy a couples doors over on the reverse side is so interesting. Ever since he saw my bulge when I went to check the mail he has been sending come hither no stay put messages. When I see him the second thing he does after speaking is look at my groan. Then there are other times when I completely ignore him and vice versus. Trust me I love the attention but some would say it’s too close for comfort to hope that we could have a sack in the hay but I feel we’re adults. Why not just take care of each other by having a real good releasefest and go back to our prospective places. Is this possible? What if the sex is so intense one of us becomes clingy or what if its terrible, meaning one person gets off and the other doesn’t? Then this might be a problem or could give us a second op to make it right. Let me know what you think my emailing me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116232073478910253?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116232073478910253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116232073478910253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116232073478910253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116232073478910253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-do-it.html' title='Let&apos;s do it'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116187011292881322</id><published>2006-10-26T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:46:19.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A package for pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/mtavwcum39" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy was I hungry and didn’t feel like going out in the chilly atmosphere. I was comfortable in my athletic drawstring pants, no underwear of course. I decided to order pizza. To my luck, thirty minutes later and nice looking delivery guy appeared at my door. Slim fit, brunette, six o’clock shadow, in his mid twenties stood Mr. Piazza himself. I opened the door and my bouncing bulge begins to thicken. I accept my pizza and he begins to look at the obvious – slightly protruding dangling bulge with a defined mushroom tip. “Oh wait I forgot your tip let me get it I say.” He waits but never takes his eyes away from my groan. He takes the tip and as he walks away says “thanks for the extra tip.” The pizza sure was good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116187011292881322?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116187011292881322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116187011292881322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116187011292881322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116187011292881322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/package-for-pizza.html' title='A package for pizza'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116180368014041585</id><published>2006-10-25T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:18:58.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Quick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/man%20running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/200/man%20running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurry up and come quick. I need to be rescued from this sexually oppressed state of being. I know I have the power of my imagination that can help me with this insatiable appetite for that passionate relationship in my head but this body of mine is starting to shake and yearns to be expressed with a stranger with similar desires. I’m lonely and I can’t just let anybody hold me but I need to be cuddled by you because you’re feeling the same thing. Let’s indulge in physical tangents that will be our therapy to our suppressed and maddening lust. If this is ridiculous and oddly arousing you know how to reach me. I’ve been here waiting to for you  (&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116180368014041585?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116180368014041585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116180368014041585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116180368014041585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116180368014041585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/come-quick.html' title='Come Quick'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116161654083156603</id><published>2006-10-23T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:22:17.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/200/closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Excerpts from "The Closet" story about Senator McGreevey GQ Oct issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lost. In high school and college and law school, he had sex with men – scores of men – but dated women, advancing the straight guy image that he believed his planned political future was dependent upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think everyone goes through different emotional cycles, myself included”, he says. At times I was angry with myself. I said, “How did I sacrifice everything that I’ve worked for, for such a relationship, such a seemingly stupid relationship, an illegitimate affair? It goes back to, you know, when I acted out of truth and integrity I produced good things, and when I acted out of fear and secrecy I produced bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think. Chat with me at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116161654083156603?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116161654083156603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116161654083156603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116161654083156603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116161654083156603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/closet.html' title='The Closet'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116119675534599521</id><published>2006-10-18T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:41:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/men_in_socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/200/men_in_socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m jealous of your clothes because they touch you more than I do. The kind of touch that’s comfortable, relaxing, warm, sensual and cozy. I envy your socks because they caress your feet better than I ever could. I admire your soap and shampoo because they lather away stress and revive you in a unique way. Come into the fitting room to try me on to see if I fit. It’s my wish that I can touch, caress or revive you better than any of the things that come into contact with you more often than I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116119675534599521?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116119675534599521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116119675534599521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116119675534599521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116119675534599521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-fit.html' title='Right Fit'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116109980651662056</id><published>2006-10-17T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:43:26.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/men_at_work_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/men_at_work_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxers are very comfortable because it doesn’t restrict movement. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxers briefs are good for support especially for large packages. Briefs are for boys because they just don’t know any better. Bikinis are sensual and a good turn once undressed but bare naked is the absolute shit that grants exceptional freedom. Being hard at work to some would be embarrassing but why would a bulge be offensive? Men don’t hide, tuck, and disguise your bulge because it’s the true essence of being male. Hey Dick good to see you’re proud to be a man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116109980651662056?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116109980651662056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116109980651662056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116109980651662056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116109980651662056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/hard-at-work.html' title='Hard at work'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116102894377398372</id><published>2006-10-16T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:02:23.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They were attracted to each other and nobody seemed to notice. The meeting was called the people were present and the speaker had took the stage.  The guest of honor has begun to speak and I noticed that his eyes often connected with a colleague whose responsibility was to assure his visit went smoothly.  Where did the attraction begin?  Was it when they were initially introduced or did they just now recognize it?  The guest at times seemed uncomfortable with the look, maybe he feared that someone noticed and he was right.  The guest is only here a few days.  The sun will rise and fall many times before he departs.  The night only knows if they will meet the absent need I saw in their eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116102894377398372?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116102894377398372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116102894377398372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116102894377398372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116102894377398372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/attraction.html' title='Attraction'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116056915929652183</id><published>2006-10-11T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:20:47.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/camouflage.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/camouflage.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/camouflage.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear restricts, binds, immobilizes, ties and stops the possibility of progress. Yes it takes courage to expand your horizons. Realize that you are a man. Men are hunters by natures so get your tools out put on your camouflage and hunt. Refuse to let fear interrupt what you're secretly passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116056915929652183?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116056915929652183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116056915929652183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116056915929652183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116056915929652183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/hunter.html' title='Hunter'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116018752229484201</id><published>2006-10-06T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:33:31.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your eyes tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You liked what you saw. You’re observing the fact that I’m going commando and then you look in my eyes to confirm what I’m aware of already. You say nothing with your mouth but your eyes tell me everything I need to know. Your eyes reveal to me if only I was alone when I saw you, had courage, wasn’t predisposed, really knew it was okay to approach you, then and only then would I utter the words. I understand you look forward to seeing me again- guess what the feeling is mutual. It’s just a matter of time and opportunity. Until then its seven inches and very thick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let me know what your thinking at &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116018752229484201?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116018752229484201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116018752229484201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116018752229484201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116018752229484201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-eyes-tell-me.html' title='Your eyes tell me'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-116006150813290076</id><published>2006-10-05T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:21:21.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/glasses3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/glasses3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Noticeable changes&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to one’s hair or facial features can make an admirer take a second look. With this second look the observer can be turned off or their fondness can be increased. We must learn to enjoy the second/different look because it allows one to see the different facets, character or personality. Since I’m an admirer I still enjoy what I see besides if you’re fascinated by someone you’re not easily turned off. Show me another side of you because I will be looking closely or from a far. The difference looks good on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-116006150813290076?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/116006150813290076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=116006150813290076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116006150813290076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/116006150813290076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/different-look.html' title='A Different Look'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-115987863223275265</id><published>2006-10-03T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T07:33:08.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the other team scored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/interception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/interception.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;There wasn’t much time left in the game. It was a close score only a three point lead. So I risked it all and threw it up hoping that I could score. To my surprise the ball was intercepted and the other team scored instead. How could I be so close but yet so far? When the opposing team celebrated all I could do was cringe. The time had expired on the clock. The game was lost but fortunately it’s the beginning of the season and I will practice harder with hopes of winning the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-115987863223275265?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/115987863223275265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=115987863223275265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115987863223275265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115987863223275265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-other-team-scored.html' title='When the other team scored'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-115979580247190999</id><published>2006-10-02T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:30:02.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding in the back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/coffee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/coffee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He walked in the vestibule with his hair slicked back and boy did it shine. He didn’t show much emotion on his stern chiseled face. “Mr. Gray?” he said with a thick Columbian accent. Eye to eye revealed his almond colored eyes highlighted by soft black full eye brows. “I’m Javier with Oak Tree Limousine Service, are you ready?” Following him to the car allowed me to see he spent time exercising. Needlessly to say, the ride to the airport was one I will never forget. Now, I can’t get enough of hot Columbian coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Story inspired by someone I saw who had wonderful hair and beautiful eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-115979580247190999?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/115979580247190999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=115979580247190999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115979580247190999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115979580247190999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/riding-in-back.html' title='Riding in the back'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-115979129247300241</id><published>2006-10-02T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T07:18:00.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/burberry%20touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/burberry%20touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/touch_06.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Never underestimate a touch. The slighest touch can give great insight. A touch is defined as to come into or be in contact with; to affect with some feeling or emotion. I learn a lot just by the slighest touch. This brief encounter often reveals feelings that words cannot utter. Soft, subtle and unplanned touches are very interesting. Do you feel what I feel? Did you sense what I sensed? Never underestimate a touch. I look forward to touching again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chat with me at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-115979129247300241?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/115979129247300241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=115979129247300241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115979129247300241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115979129247300241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/10/touch.html' title='Touch'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-115946050202570724</id><published>2006-09-28T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:49:30.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/friend3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/friend3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Can I talk to you for a minute? There’s something on my mind that I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;When you see me walking what do you think and when you look into my eyes what do you see? What do you think about us being friends? I’m digging everything you appear to be and I was just wondering if we could be friends? A man deserves to have another man as a friend, one with like interest and understands what being a man all is about. I’m willing to take a chance not because being rejected feels good but because the chance of finding a friend is worth the risk. I’m not desperate but just in need of male bonding and its obvious you liked what you saw. I will keep it out there so you can see it again and don’t be afraid to say something because I very approachable. There’s nothing like a good ball game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;chat with me at: &lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-115946050202570724?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/115946050202570724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=115946050202570724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115946050202570724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115946050202570724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-could-be_28.html' title='We Could Be'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35180689.post-115944856063629482</id><published>2006-09-28T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:39:22.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/1600/thelook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/3909/320/thelook2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It all starts with a look. You're looking at me and I'm looking at you and we're really unsure of what we should do. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Probably so but who will have the courage to make that bold move? Perhaps we will keep looking until one of us has the courage to take it to the next level. I didnt realize until now that a look is a unique form of foreplay. By the way, you look good and its obvious you liked what you saw. I'll keep it where you can see it whenever you want and you dont even have to say anything because its all in the look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chat with me at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apourhomme@hotmail.com"&gt;apourhomme@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35180689-115944856063629482?l=theheadquarter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/feeds/115944856063629482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35180689&amp;postID=115944856063629482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115944856063629482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35180689/posts/default/115944856063629482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheadquarter.blogspot.com/2006/09/look_115944856063629482.html' title='The Look'/><author><name>apour homme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSONsgsZadM/TLc7vvhdj5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/V5qjpJUYqq8/S220/body.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
