Death in Paradise: Who is Josephine Jobert? Meet the Sergeant Florence Cassel Actress

 

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A Unique Gift – Chapter 2

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Another Life – Chapter 2

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More Love for Legs

I love women’s legs. I remember intentionally dropping my crayon on the floor in 2nd grade, just so I could check out my teacher’s legs as she dangled one shoe off her foot while sitting there reading us all a story. I can’t learn that. It’s just something in me that I love about women.

This subject is actually a bit complex, I think, because there are both biological and cultural factors involved. Yes, from the standpoint of evolutionary biology, we could definitely point to strong, shapely legs as an indicator of fitness, and no doubt human legs have evolved in terms of both length and shape because of both natural and sexual selection. However, I tend to think that various cultural factors overlaying all this are probably even more important for “leg men,” who imprint on their particular focus within a specific cultural context.

The accidents of personal experience play a very significant part. If you come to associate women’s legs with sex during puberty, that will probably stick with you for your whole life. And it could be for various reasons: seeing sexy pantyhose commercials on TV, noting a particular girl’s legs in school (because of how she’s dressed), talking about women’s legs with friends at the time, etc. And then perhaps this association becomes even more strongly reinforced by envisioning and dreaming about women’s legs (including images from the media and real life) while you masturbate.

Our culture definitely tends to treat women’s legs as sexy, so there’s also a very potent trans-personal cultural dynamic at work. Personal experience hooks into that quite readily, because it’s out there in various forms in the media and everyday life. Just seeing, say, a dance by a “leg goddess” such as Cyd Charisse in an old musical might imprint on your mind for life.

A culture doesn’t have to grant women’s legs this particular sexual emphasis, and not all do, but it’s a non-arbitrary association, because their legs lead directly to the obvious.

And this association is enhanced by cultural norms in various ways. First, in our culture, women shave their legs, making them smooth and even sexier and also yet more different from the legs of men. (They’re already naturally much less hairy, more rounded, and more shapely.) Women also often exercise them specifically in order to improve their tone and shape and perhaps tan them as well. And use skin softeners and so forth. Further, they wear stockings or pantyhose, which gives them an even smoother, sheerer texture and conceals minor blemishes, suggesting physical perfection. They also wear high-heeled shoes, which flex the muscles of the legs with each step, emphasizing shapeliness and fitness. And they sometimes wear short skirts or slit dresses or whatever that draw the eyes to the legs and emphasize them. A male who grows up surrounded by all this can be forgiven for developing an obsession with women’s legs.

And what’s not to like? Legs appeal to multiple senses: sight and touch. There’s a superb shape and line as well as an enticing texture (enhanced, of course, by shaving and perhaps nylons). At the sight of a woman’s legs, a man might well dream of running his hands over them and coming between them. And that smoothness in turn suggests and evokes what? Well, the vagina itself. So it’s no “accident” at all that shaving and wearing nylons are cultural enhancements that even more strongly allow legs to evoke feminine sexuality and enhance female sexual power.

With clothing, legs can also very handily be both revealed and concealed, which makes them almost uniquely empowered to allow women to tease and seduce men and inflame their imaginations. Legs being long, a little can be revealed, then a little more, then …. and so on, all the way up. It all depends on how much she wants to show. And sometimes less can be more. In addition, the momentary flash of legs through a slit skirt while a woman is in stride or crossing her legs can burn a potent image into a receptive man’s mind, both because they are beautiful in and of themselves and also because they suggest sexual availability. And if they are subsequently concealed, you yearn to see them again and also to see more. Dresses and skirts are all about advertising accessibility while also concealing and withholding.

 

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Nina – Off Her Meds

I met Nina on POF a few years ago. We talk on the phone and she is relatively normal albeit somewhat shallow. Before the 1st date she sends a nude pic, which I was like, ok she must be interested but she tells me she’s a virgin. The 1st date went well and again seemed relatively normal with some quirks that I found cute, but we don’t have sex or kiss except her hugging me and kissing me on the cheek No red flags.

So, 2nd date is a yes for me and her.

A few days before the 2nd date meeting she texts and says how bummed she is cause she went on another date a few days after our 1st and he rejected her (For me no big deal we only had 1 date & I was lining out a date with another woman). Then she proceeds to tell me about her past which is beyond messed up loaded with physical and sexual abuse and a forced marriage by her parents for money. Now being a victim of some child abuse I could relate so it didn’t scare me, but I should have taken it as a red flag considering you’re telling me this when we literally just met in person once.

But date 2, the plan was we play retro video games on my laptop at her place and then eat food somewhere. Day of, she has a court date and says she’ll text me when to come over. Turns out her court date is against the husband she was forced to marry, so not good. I can’t really do anything as I am waiting for her text so I can come over. Not till 4pm do I get her text and naturally she’s not pleasant. I should have canceled, but no I’m too stubborn as I waited for the text.

So, I show up and she is literally in the fetal position crying. So, very awkward. I am awkwardly trying to comfort her. The she starts the whole “I am going to be alone forever. I really want a boyfriend. I’m too damaged. I want to be worshiped,” etc. Now that right there is cause to run away. Then she tells me she has bipolar disorder and has been off her meds for 2 weeks. Instead of leaving I somehow cheer her up, but I cheer her up too well and she starts to get manic and I can tell.

We go to walk her dog together and she continues that “I want a boyfriend who worships me and buys me things” In addition she starts saying some odd things like “I want to be daddy’s little girl in my next relationship” and an anti-Semitic thing telling me that a woman walking by is a Jewish whore repeatedly, but assures my she is not “anti-Jewish”. I would have left, but unfortunately my bag with my laptop is at her place.

We get back and she wants to play retro games and I can’t think of a reason to split, but she’s starting to get sexual saying what a butt plug is and insist I look it up on my phone. (I know what it is)

Then she cooks something for us. During the meal she tells me that she roofied the soup very serious and of course I panic. Then she laughs maniacally saying that she’ll lock me up in her closet, tie me up and feed me scraps. Again super panic, but then laughs maniacally again and says she was joking and states; “I can’t do anything to you as you would be flaccid and of no use.” (I don’t care if it is a man or woman, you don’t make that joke when you cook for a date at your place). She also threatens to spill the soup on me if I don’t drink the broth. I pretty much decide nope, I’m done. I don’t care if I’m rude. I get my things together, say it is getting late and I have to go. Before I do I go to the bathroom as it’s about 1hr to get back home. She literally follows me and asks to see me pee. I force her out and lock the door with her still trying to get in. I get done and she has her nightgown on when I get out and does the split and insists I feel how soft the silk is and her breasts. I’m sorry but just too much crazy for me to do that and as I’m leaving she proceeds to shake and randomly dance saying “Is it good for you?”

I was so glad when I made it back home safely and was not in fact roofied. A few days later she calls me and tells me she invited someone over from online and had unprotected sex with him and how badly she regrets it and how she loves getting attention from men, she feels horrible etc. So, yeah if any attraction to her didn’t die on the 2nd date, this about made sure any attraction was dead. I pretty much said “I really have no attraction to you whatsoever and if you want, let’s be friends and nothing more”, and said bye.

I never heard from her again thankfully. On one hand I do feel bad but on the other hand I have to look out for myself and she should be managing it and use her friends to tell things not someone she met only twice. Needless to say I pretty much took a break from dating.

 

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5 Countries Where Local Women Are Attracted To White Men

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Cherie – Chapter 40 – Once You Go Black…

I haven’t seen Cherie in a month. I don’t realize this because I have been busy with Ambria. Filling in the blanks of our relationship. There aren’t any blanks, per se. I love Cherie with all of my heart. I do. She’s an extraordinary being that I have had the honor of meeting and somehow she has fallen in love with me.

She wants nothing from me. She’s working so hard on finishing her education, and the great job at CHOP and of course raising her son. She rocks. But lately it all just seems to be getting to her. It’s like she’s at her breaking point.

She moved back in to her parent’s house a awhile ago. Good thing is, you’re with your family, and that creates unity, and you can all lean on each other and help one another. But I’m learning more and more about the family.

She has a great relationship with her mother and younger sister. But she has an older sister who doesn’tt live with them, but lives with her boyfriend. What Cherie told me today, was that the older sister lived out in California and had two kids. But she got into a relationship with some whack job, (I don’t know if he’s the father of the children. Somehow I think that he’s not.) He was abusive to her, and beat her up a few times and she fled back to Pennsylvania to escape from getting killed by this asshole.

The kids are being raised by the grand parents now. But everybody pitches in. But here’s the rub. Older sister isn’t raising her kids. In my eyes she’s dumped them off on the grandparents. But here is the worst part. She’s pregnant again and is keeping the baby. If you can’t take care of the two kids you’ve got, why the fuck would you bring a third one into the world?

Cherie will be graduating from Temple in a year, and will have her degree. I think when she does go back to school she won’t have to deal so much with these kids. She’ll be studying and going to school full-time and working.

Her son is 6 years old and smart as a whip. But I know from the stories that Cherie’s told me that she’s spoiled him and regrets that. Plus he’s the eldest of the kids, so he leads the other two little ones into chaos. But if all of these kids are acting up like animals, someone isn’t doing their job in the discipline department. His dad isn’t around enough and the kids are maniacs and I think it’s really getting to Cherie. But she created him. The great thing is, it’s shown her what a challenge parenting a child can be, and she NEVER wants to do it again.

That’s good for me. She has all the qualities I like, smart, sexy, and sweet. She has her youth and a slamming body. She’s at the age where most women start hearing the ticking clock and all become desperate to get married and have children. Cherie has already been a mother for the last 6 years, and she is DONE.

My daughter Lorelei is 20, and I’ve been done for years. Lorelei’s great and comes and goes as she pleases and is a good kid.

I should just get a vasectomy tomorrow!

Cherie loves me for reasons that are pure and I want that. Cherie is a perfect match for me. A fun girl that’s not around all of the time so I can have my alone time and my social life with my friends without worrying.

She’s been stressed and super busy and so have I. I understand why she was pissed when she didn’t hear from me. She told me she doesn’t want to get hurt so she put up a wall. We resolved it all over the phone a week ago and all is forgiven, but we did discuss it more when she came down to the city today. We both feel recharged and the bond between us is even stronger now.

She didn’t get down here until 7:30pm and she’s tired. We walk back to my apartment so we can relax. It’s been hot lately, so when I left my house to come out and meet her at her car, I left the AC on. So the bedroom is nice and cool when she gets there. I light a candle and put on some soft music. (Pandora – Music for Lovers station)

She takes note that I’ve gotten her some fresh candy on the table on her side of the bed.

Hopefully when she goes back to school and gets her schedule we can figure out ways we can spend more time together. Even if it’s just a lunch or a cup of coffee. We just need to stay connected. Maybe a nooner when Lorelei is not at the house.

Cherie loves me so much. I can just tell. She’s such a good woman. Can you imagine if I end up having a girlfriend who is a doctor?

We chat on the bed and hold each other as we get comfortable. She knows what’s coming. It’s inevitable, and she needs it.

“You have such lovely eyes, Cherie.”

“You’re blue eyes are much more beautiful.”

“They’re only beautiful when they’re looking at you.”

We get undressed and for the next few hours we do all that stuff that we both love to do so much with each other.

Take it Billy…

 

 

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