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27 reviews by Natalie..

Psycho Fox

2014-02-09
From: Natalie
Comments: MY name is Natalie am from California, i never believe that my ex boyfriend will ever make up with me again just because of the incident that happened on a day that suppose to be his engagement night he called me on phone asking me to came and meet him at royal palm bunch hotel,that same hour on my way going there i meant an old time friend called jack will son,he was my first love during our high school days he put some pressure on me that same night but i tried my possible best to explain every thing to him that i am with some one already but he refuse to understand me and still putting more pressure on me saying that i should hangout with him,we were together all through that night,and my boy friend waited for me all through that night.but i never known all in the name of old time sake i was dealing with the wrong person jack i known before later turn into something else after having sex with me,my boy friend was hot and was very agree with me because he was to propose to me that same night but i never known of that i apologize to him and told him a lie that my father was ill that i was the only one available to talk him to the hospital,he was convince but later few days to our wedding some body from no were came and testify against me that i have been cheating on my boy friend with an evidence of a photo of that same incident that happen between i and jack. my boyfriend was very agree with me and throne me out of his house saying is over between both of us,he discovered that his ex girlfriend who traveled to Canada to visit her uncle was back he later go back to her and i held he was planning to marry her,but due to what happened i still loves him very much and i Bella can not afford to loose him to another,i sick for help in difference places but there was no solution,last i meant my friend jenny we both attend this same high school together so i shale my problems with her and she introduce me a powerful DR called Brave ,Dr Brave help me in getting my love one back immoderately without any delay my ex boyfriend later came back to me with much love and our wedding was planned and we finally got wedded and blessed with three lovely kids. I Bella will forever be thankful to Dr Brave for helping me restore my marriage back he can also do the same for you email: bravespellcaster@gmail.com

Rating: n/a

Captain Silver

2012-08-17
From: Natalie
Comments: Peter, you didn't even know me until we met at junior college, so, as usual, you don't know what you're talking about. I was overweight, I mentioned that, but I wasn't THAT fat. You can believe the story or not, I don't really care, but you yourself know how hard it is to give up this pussy once you've had a taste! Same went for Erica. So, whatever. It happened whether you think it did or not.

Rating: n/a

Rastan

2012-08-16
From: Natalie
Comments: I used to have this recurring dream where I would wake up from a deep sleep and Rastan would be at the side of my bed, looming over me as I lay naked under a thin sheet. He would say nothing, leaving me with feelings of both dread and a sort of sensual near-panic. What would he do to me? Each time it would be the same, though. Wordlessly, he would pull out his giant cock from beneath his loin cloth and present it to me, placing it just in front of my mouth. Though I knew what he now demanded of me, he would say gruffly, "Take me into your mouth, girl. You will surely know when I am done!" I always did as instructed and he would soon climax, filling (and I mean FILLING) my mouth with his thick, faintly sweet cum. I invariably choked on the sheer amount of ejaculate, but would greedily swallow it down each time. "Good girl", he would then say before leaving my room be jumping out the open window. His sword would be drawn by the time he hit the ground and I would, in the dream, drift back to sleep feeling very safe and content (and with a full stomach!). At this point I would awaken for real and usually would have to change my panties, though not before jilling myself to an orgasm of my own! That's but one reason why I love this game.

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Rocky

2012-08-16
From: Natalie
Comments: Know what I wrote on the Rastan page? Well, ditto for Rocky! In fact, it was even a bit more intense due to a "forbidden fruit" sort of thing. You see, Rocky is Italian and, long story short, my dad hated Italians. He was always complaining about Italians and how lazy and stupid and greasy they were, just to name a few things. Growing up in that environment, I had learned those same prejudices, but I was also open-minded and I soon realized that, however greasy, Italians were pretty much like anyone else and most of them were really nice, honest people. Well, anyway, my dad didn't even let us watch the Rocky movies because Rocky was Italian, except for the first one (retroactively called Rocky I, although Dad called it Dago I) where Apollo Creed beat the crap out of Rocky. Now Rocky IV I never got to see when I was younger because Rocky beat up that Russian guy, but Dad saw it in the theater and was upset both by the death of Apollo (like me, my dad likes black guys) and because Rocky did win. Yes, my dad, who I thought was as American as apple pie, was rooting for a communist to beat Rocky! Crazy, right? Anyway, my best friend growing up, Keri, she had the VHS versions of all the Rocky movies up to Rocky III at this point. So one night at a sleepover (just the two of us, though) we watched them one after the other. I don't know if it was just Sylvester Stallone's glistening muscles or Rocky's everyman heroics, but we were both soon noticeably aroused after the first movie. By the time Rocky was about to defeat Apollo, we both had our hands down the front of our pajama bottoms and were frigging ourselves like crazy! This continued (with short breaks) until after the defeat of Clubber Lang. Afterwards, neither of us knew what quite to make of what happened. We certainly had never thought to masturbate in front of one another before. It was just sort of spontaneous. As I reflected on it over the next few days, I realized that part of my passion came from the fact that Rocky was Italian. That my father, whom I had come to resent even as I loved him, would so strongly disapprove of my masturbating to Rocky that it made it all the more exciting. Thus, like with the Rastan game, I soon started to have sexually explicit dreams about Rocky, dreams that were quite similar to my Rastan dreams. I would awake, as before, to find a man standing over me, only this time it was Rocky! For whatever reason, though, I was much more aggressive in these dreams. Perhaps I feared being too assertive with Rastan. Anyway, I would turn and pull Rocky's trunk down and take him into my mouth without saying a word. "Oh, yeahhhh! Ohhh, yeaahhhh!" he would say in his goofy, mush-mouthed accent before ejaculating forcefully in my mouth. "Yo, ya know, Adrian don't do that no more! Thanks, Nat-uh-lee!" he would say, followed by an offer to buy me breakfast. I would politely decline and he would then kiss me on the forehead before leaving. As he left my room and walked down the hall he would yell, "Later, Bill!" (Bill was my dad's name) and I would then hear a "NOOOOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN! WHY??!!" Then, with my dad suitably outraged and with Rocky's guinea sperm swimming in my stomach, I would fall back into a gentle sleep. Then, again, I would wake up in real life and finger myself. In any event, I didn't play this game until a couple of years ago and it was pretty good. It is the movies, though, that really get me going!

Rating: n/a

Captain Silver

2012-08-16
From: Natalie
Comments: Truth be told, I was pretty shy growing up and not all that popular, at least with the boys. I was a bit overweight and sort of geeky and back then either one of those things left you out of the "in crowd" let alone both. So, a lot of my time was spent playing video games and stuff like that. Now, my brother and me had a Master System growing up, and we were lucky in that regard because, well, it's awesome, but most people didn't. Keri, my best friend, like most people I knew, had a Nintendo (well, it was her brothers', but she played it, too) so the only other person I could relate to in my neighborhood regarding the greatness of the Master System relative to the NES was this girl down the street named Erica. She was a year older than me, nice, but kind of shy, too. Really, all we had in common (other than shyness and unpopularity, that is) was the Master System. And she had this game which, though I didn't particularly like it, I was pretty good at. Better than her, in fact, and it would piss her off. So, one day we were playing Captain Silver (which does suck) and we both ran into the one hard boss towards the end, the only hard thing in the entire game(!) and seemingly impossible to beat. As usual, the bastard defeated me and yet, after handing the controller back to her for her turn, I had this feeling that I was right on the cusp of defeating him, though neither of us never had. I told her of this belief of mine and, with her characteristic crassness, Erica said something to the effect of "If you beat him before I do, I'll eat your pussy!" Well, I ignored the comment, dismissing it as nothing more than a crude bravado. Thus, after Erica's inevitable defeat, she handed me the controller back and I proceeded to hack and slash my way through the easy-as-pie levels of Captain Silver and soon faced our old nemesis. This time, though, for whatever reason, I did everything perfectly, so it seemed, and within a few minutes that pirate bastard was no more! Then, uncharacteristically for me, I gloated a bit over MY victory over her game. Erica had this pissy look on her face all the while, but after pouting a minute said, "A promise is a promise...Take off your jeans and I'll do it." At first I didn't realize what she was saying, and even after I did, after I remembered her crude "joke" about eating my pussy, I still thought she had to be joking. She was serious about it, though. Completely serious, like it was a matter of honor or something! A part of me was very uncomfortable at that realization, but another part of me was curious and horny. Yielding to the latter, I asked once again if she was serious. She said "yes", so I slipped out of my jeans, took my panties off, and lay down on the floor in front of her with my legs open. I closed my eyes, waiting, not fully believing what was about to happen. Was it a dream? Was it a cruel prank and a bunch of the cool kids were going to jump from the closet and make fun of me laying there spread-eagle for another girl to eat me out? But just a few moments passed before I learned that it was real. I felt Erica's soft, velvety lips playing gently over my labia, her wetness meeting my own. Her tongue first brushing my clitoris, then darting back and forth over it before retreating once again to taste my juices at their source. This she explored as far as her tongue would go until giving up and returning her attentions to my clit, first licking, then a gentle sucking, and then alternating the two: sharp flicks of the tongue followed by the soft pressure of her lips enclosing my clit in a tender, warm embrace. Finally, she brought the two together, sucking my clit, roughly this time, slurping it as she pushed her tongue back and forth over the tip of my clitoris and rapidly as she could. I screamed at this, climaxing powerfully. Despite this, she continued at her work, and as the first orgasm subsided another one soon took its place, followed by a third after that. Even as this third climax was still pulsing through me, I had to stop her. My clit, now throbbing with as much pain as pleasure, was just too sensitive for her to continue. "Stop! Stop! Please!" I cried, but she only did after I put my hands to the sides of her head and tried to lift her mouth away from me. She, at last, complied, but she then crawled up over me, her body hovering above mine, and kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, letting me...no, forcing me to taste myself on her lips. "No, wait! I..." I started to tell her to stop, but before I could she collapsed to the floor next to me and began to unbutton her own jeans. Arching her back, she pushed them brusquely to her knees, soon to be followed by her panties. Sitting up, she finished pulling off her jeans and undies and, laying back down bottomless, teased herself a bit with a finger. "Okay, Nat, my turn!" she said, but I didn't know what to do. I was scared. I didn't know how to do it. As nice as it was to receive, I didn't really want to give...I turned over on my side to face her, to tell her that I didn't feel comfortable doing it, but I could get the words to come out. She said, "I'm ready, Nat" but all I could do was stare at her. "Come on, Nat. I want you to taste me. I'm ready." Ready. She kept saying that. Maybe I wasn't ready, I thought, though my wetness surely betrayed that. Still, I lay there looking at her, watching her as she watched herself run her fingers over her pussy. After a few more moments of silence, she turned to me, looking me right in the eyes. I said nothing still, but she took her hand from her own pussy and forced in between my legs to find mine again. Probing with a finger, she said "I'll do you again, Nat, just do it to me, too. Okay?" I still couldn't bring myself to speak, but after circling my clit with a fingertip, then took my hand in her and guided it onto her pussy. It was so warm and wet. It felt like mine did, but different. It was like an out of body experience, but sexual. I rubbed her clit as if it were mine, but felt nothing. I pushed a finger, then two, as deep inside as I could, but only my fingers felt anything. It was wet and warm, soft and slippery, but I felt none of the pressing, the opening, the fullness of my own explorations. Nonetheless, I soon felt myself getting wet again, either through vicarious pleasure or through the sheer shrill of touching another girl as I had so often touched myself. I loved it, but could I bring myself to taste her as she tasted me? Perhaps sensing my trepidation, Erica said, "Are you afraid to eat me out [so crude, I thought]? If you are, it's okay I guess. Just use your fingers, okay?" Well, I already was, so with my mind at ease somewhat, I continued to push my fingers into her and then slowly pull them back out. Thinking she was tiring of this, I then started playing with her clit, but she stopped me: "No, just fuck me with your fingers. I'll do that." Wanting to return the favor she gave me, I obeyed and slowly pushed my index and middle fingers back into the warmth of her pussy. I slid them in and out of her as she twirled her fingertip around and over her clit. "Faster, Nat!" she cried, "Harder! I'm almost there!" I did so, with my fingers soon making a smacking noise with every stroke. "Ohhh! Oh, I'm cumming!" she soon screamed out, but she didn't really need to say. I felt the contractions of her orgasm, the pulsing of the walls of her vagina as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook her. She kept right on rubbing her clit, so taking my cues from this I kept going, too. "Oh, God!" she cried out after another minute, as another orgasm now rhythmically squeezed my darting fingers. At this she stopped rubbing herself, so, following her lead again, I slipped my fingers from inside her. She leaned over and kissed me again, just a peck on the cheek this time, after which we both just lay there on the floor without speaking for some time. Five minutes had probably passed before she got up and put her panties and jeans back on. I stood up and did the same, but before I could button my jeans back up she slipped her hand down the front of my panties and pushed a finger inside of me while giving me another peck on the cheek at the same time. I was struck by the incongruousness of the innocence of the kiss and the bald sexuality of the finger up my pussy, but said nothing. Instead, she said, "You still owe me one, Nat" before adding "Come on, let's get something to eat" I had assumed that the "one" I owed her was, basically, oral sex. That is, she ate me out, I didn't eat her out. Turned out, though, that she was counting orgasms. I had had three and she only two. Well, after a while we both stopped keeping track. I never did eat Erica out and I kind of feel bad about that. We kept playing around like that for years, though. Funny thing is, we kept it centered around stupid competitions like it was with the Captain Silver thing. She wins, she goes first (orgasm wise). I win, I go first. It was silly, but it allowed us the pretense of not admitting that we were in a lesbian relationship. Well, anyway, thanks Captain Silver. You're still a crappy game, though.

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Montezumas Revenge

2012-07-27
From: Natalie
Comments: Peter, stop telling lies like that. No one believes them. Your dick is not that big. It just isn't. I know I told you it was while we were dating, but that's just something girls do to make their guys feel better. You're quite average, frankly. In most respects, for that matter. As for the "doctor sucked me off" part, well, I know that's true because my friend Becky knows one of the nurses who works at the clinic and word got around pretty quickly that day about Dr. Chow blowing some guy and the next thing I know is that she's (Becky) is telling me that it was you! I was pissed, but I never liked blowjobs, so whatever. Water under the bridge, Peter. Just so you know, she sucks a lot of dicks at the clinic, so don't feel special or anything. She sure as hell wasn't enthralled by the size of your dick! It's a nice one, Peter, it is, but it's nothing special.

Rating: n/a

Montezumas Revenge

2012-07-27
From: Natalie
Comments: Peter, anal sex always hurts (unless you're some used up porn skank with years of practice) but that had nothing to do with why you only got to do my butt on your birthday. The real reason? IT IS GROSS! I also don't know why you're being such a jerk just because I pointed out that your dick isn't that big. I was nothing but civil in my post and I'll thank you to be the same. Plus, my pussy's not that loose; I certainly don't remember any complaints from anybody about it. I'll say this one more time: your dick is average. Average length. Average thickness or whatever you want to call it. Girth, volume, whatever. It's average.

Rating: n/a

Montezumas Revenge

2012-07-27
From: Natalie
Comments: I had totally forgotten about that! My mom almost caught us! Anyways, yeah, you knew how to bring it, Peter, unless you were drunk. Of course, that happened more and more as time went on, but I don't want to get into that.

Rating: n/a

Micheal Jacksons Moonwalker

2012-03-10
From: Natalie
Comments: This again! Are you still obsessed with that awful scene, Peter? You really do need help! When we were dating, Peter used to make me dress up like Jodie was in that movie and we would reenact that scene as best we could just the two of us. He even bought an old pinball machine so he could fuck me on top of it. Unfortunately, back then I was much fatter than Jodie Foster's character was, so the first time we tried it out, I broke through the glass and cut my ass up pretty bad. Peter finished and drove me to the hospital, but our relationship soured from that point on. I was you well, Peter, I really do, and as a friend I am telling you to get help for this. It's not too late.

Rating: n/a

Ys: The Vanished Omens

2011-09-10
From: Natalie
Comments: Scott, want to sniff my panties?

Rating: n/a

Ys: The Vanished Omens

2011-09-10
From: Natalie
Comments: We've talked about your possessiveness, Peter. I can understand how you wouldn't want anyone else getting my sweet pussy and cornhole, but you've got to trust me. Did I offer Scott a pair of my dirty panties? Yes I did, but I did not and will not offer up myself to him. We need to be able to trust each other, Peter. I trust you with that drive-thru window girl, Tina, don't I? I know she wants my man, but I trust my man. You have to trust your girl, too. You said you didn't mind when I started up my used panty selling business. You sure as fuck liked how those nasty panties bought you a couple of PlayStation games, didn't you? You know I'm a flirt, Peter, but you also know that I am as monogamous as they come. As long as we are back together, my poonie is all yours and only yours, just like your magnificent man-rod is all mine, baby.

Rating: n/a

Great Baseball

2011-09-08
From: Natali�
Comments: Tell him to stop it Peter, he is going to ruin every game page! !!!

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Rambo III

2011-08-20
From: Natalie
Comments: What a jerk! I have no need of Pro Action Replay Codes, nor do I swallow semen generally, if that was what you were implying. Those of us females with manners spit the semen out into the sink or toilet when we are done orally pleasing our men. You have a lot to learn, Frank, and you could learn most of it from Peter, the coolest and smartest guy I've ever known. FYI, though, I did swallow his nut butter from time to time because he would pout for hours if I didn't. Still a great guy, though. We're thinking about getting back together now that I'm off my sushi kick ;)

Rating: n/a

Scramble Spirits

2011-08-20
From: Natalie
Comments: I did, Peter, I did what you said. I destroyed the tapes. I still had them all. I used to watch them quite a bit, actually. Almost always alone, but I watch a couple of them with my last girlfriend, Karen. She has never been with a man in her entire life, but she kind of liked to watch the two of us go at it before me and her would. Anyway, yeah, I got rid of the tapes. If you really are thinking about getting back together, I would like to remind you that I have lost a lot of weight since we broke up so, while I'll still be the same Natalie on the inside, I'll be a better Natalie for you on the outside. Don't worry, though, my pussy is as sweet as ever! And it is waiting for you...I'm ready, baby!

Rating: n/a

Light Force

2011-08-09
From: Natalie
Comments: OMG! I can't believe anyone could speak ill of George Lucas like that! He gave the world Star Wars and you turn around and spit in his gentle, bearded face? I think I might throw up....Wait until I tell everybody over at the Wookiepedia about this!

Rating: n/a

Dr Robotniks Mean Bean Machine

2011-08-08
From: Natalie
Comments: Please, Peter, I know you miss my sweet poo-nay-nay every damn night! You could never get enough of my sweaty tuna taco and you know I just loved to suck my tangy juice off of your dork after we were done. We were nasty! Good nasty. I need that dick, baby! Natty needs it bad! Come back to me and you can cum back in me....I'll let you go backdoor this time, I promise I won't chicken out again. I'll even swallow your nut butter. I am committed to making it work, making us work. You know we were made for each other, Peter. You know it. Mmmm...I gotta go change my undies. I soaked through them just thinking about our love. I peed a little bit, too.

Rating: n/a

Dr Robotniks Mean Bean Machine

2011-08-08
From: Natalie
Comments: I appreciate the kind words, Mr. Mix-a-Lot, but the number you gave me was out of service. Regardless of that, you may be under the impression that only my "booty" was big. Unfortunately, this is not the case for, though I have lost some weight recently, I am what would be referred to in your vernacular as a "two-forty-shorty", meaning a woman that weighs over roughly two-hundred and forty pounds. On the credit side, I do love to do the "nasty" and an an open and adventurous lover up to but not including the butt. Thank you again for your words of support.

Rating: n/a

Terminator

2011-08-07
From: Natalie
Comments: That's not me! Peter, IM me, i'm on AOL right now :-)

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Terminator

2011-08-06
From: Natalie
Comments: Oh my God! I can't believe you're telling people about that! I have friends that know I come here, Peter. This is a total betrayal of the trusting bond that forms between to people when they fuck. You're also only telling half the story because you know that my doctor told me to lay off of ice cream and other rich, fatty deserts and we decided as a couple to substitute your semen. Don't you remember? That is also why I let you pee on me. Lemonade showers, remember those? I'm glad I'm a full-blown bulldyke now, men are just such pigs. Goodbye, Peter.

Rating: n/a

Special Crime Investigation

2011-07-31
From: Natalie
Comments: Is that why you dumped me, Peter? Because I'm fat?

Rating: n/a

Special Crime Investigation

2011-07-31
From: Natalie
Comments: I have actually lost some weight, Peter, so on one hand I can't help but be intrigued by your offer to "get together" again. On the other hand, I'm kind of going through a lesbian phase right now; when you dumped me I really took it hard and you could say that I hit rock bottom because, let's face it, you are something of a loser. So, anyway, after you dumped me I dated (by which I mean fucked) a TON of guys and they all treated me like shit, worse than you ever did, in fact. I decided after six months or so of this degrading pattern of ass-fuckings, backroom facials, and glory hole related pregnancy scares, to swear off men for good. Had a couple of casual relationships with other girls, usually pretty butch, but, like I mentioned earlier, I started to eat better and exercise and, from losing weight, I actually managed to attract a better class of dyke. Right now I'd have to say that my box is getting licked at a clip of roughly two to three hours a day. As can be deduced from that figure, my hygiene problem that you alluded to is entirely gone now. I've really come to appreciate the taste of clam, so, while I'll give your offer some thought, for now I'll stick to cleaning carpets. Good luck finding pics of girls that look like your sister, I know how important that is to you. She is pretty....

Rating: n/a

Rambo III

2011-07-14
From: Natalie
Comments: I don't know, Peter....Despite what some dick wrote, though, I don't have dial-up, anymore. In fact, ever since I was convicted of selling meth, I've gotten to use the computers in the prison library and the connection is quite fast, indeed. My family has cautioned me against contacting any of the people that I used to, you know, so I can start fresh when Obama lets all of us drug-related criminals go, hopefully soon. I miss our chats and the occasional time your adequate dick would fill me with hot love, but I think I should leave that part of my life in the past. Sorry, Peter.

Rating: n/a

Predator 2

2011-04-11
From: Natalie
Comments: I don't wash "down there" because the smell kills the lice.

Rating: n/a

Rambo III

2006-05-28
From: natalie
Comments: Hi Peter! Remember me??? I still think you are kinda cool. Even with what Sam has said about you, I still like you. Just don't go anywhere near my ass, it's a one way exit, no what I mean ;) Hopefully we can chat some more. Bye.

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Micheal Jacksons Moonwalker

2005-10-04
From: Natalie
Comments: Now I am confused, which is the real Peter?

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Simpsons Vs. Space Mutants

2005-04-12
From: Natalie
Comments: How do u play? What do i click on? It may be fun if i could play!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Teddy Boy

2003-04-18
From: natalie
Comments:

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