WHAT I NEED FROM YOU is to send me your stories. The dirtier the better! I like to read GOOD smut and I'd like to read stories written by our members rather than something I've found on the internet... especially if it has other members names in the story. 

*** They do not have to be REAL stories!

Shoot me an email with your story and be on the lookout for me to read it on Sunday! Come listen to me make all the seats wet in the house

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,
painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play
with the kids.  I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind
for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the
medicine cabinet."
So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.
It was one

 of those "cold wax" kits.  No melting a clump of hot wax, you
just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them
apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair 
right off.
No muss, no fuss.  How hard can it be?  I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am 
mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out.  It is two strips facing each other 
stuck together.

 Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair 
dryer and heat

 it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!)
I lay the strip across my thigh, hold the skin around it tight and pull.  It
works!  OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad.  I can do
this!  Hair removal no longer eludes me!  I am She-rah, fighter of all
wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.
With my next wax strip I move north.  After checking on the kids, I sneak
back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.  I drop 
my panties

 and place one foot on the toilet.  Using the same procedure, I apply the wax 
strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and 
stretching down to inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip).  I inhale deeply and 
brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!!  Blinded from 

 pain!!!!  OH MY!!!!!!!!!  Vision returning, I 
notice that I've only to pull off half the strip.CRAP!!!  Another deep breath and RRIIPP!!
Everything is swirly and spotted.  I think I may pass out...must stay 
conscious...Do I hear crashing drums???  Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me
so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.  I want to revel in the 
glory that is my trium

 ph over body hair.  I hold up the strip and there's no hair 
on it. Where is the hair???  WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.  I see the
hair.  The hair that should be on the strip.  I touch.  I am touching wax.
CRAP!!  I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is
now covered in cold wax and matted hair. I make the next BIG mistake...remember my
foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something.  So I put my foot down.
DAMN!!!!!!!!  I hear the slamming of a cell door.  Vagina?  Sealed shut!
Butt?? Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!"
What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!  I'll run
the hottest water I can stand into the batht

 ub, get in, immerse the wax-covered
bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???
*WRONG!!!!!!!*
I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or
sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.  Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions
glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub ... in....
scalding hot water.  Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold

 wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied
myself to the porcelain!!  God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago
to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!  I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed
before and has some secret of how to get me undone.  It's a very good conversation starter
"So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause.
She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me.  She wants to know exactly where the wax is located,
"Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?"  She's laughing out loud by 
now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the 
box.  YEAH!!!!! RIGHT!! I should be the joke of someone else's night, while we go through various
solutions.  I resort to scraping the wax 

 off with a razor.  feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax,
glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the
sticky wax off!!  By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a
major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress
counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace ... 
the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.  What 

 do I really have to 
lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY!!!!!!!  The scream probably woke the kids and scared 
the dickens out of my friend.  It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.  " It works!! IT WORKS!! "
I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.
I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief  and despair ...
THE HAIR IS STILL THERE ... ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
So I recklessly shave it

 off.  Heck, I'm numb by now.  Nothing hurts.  I could have amputated my own leg at this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair color.... 

Peace on Earth

in the heat of world war 1 in 1914, in the weeks leading upto christmas small bands of britsh and german soilders declared truces and shared meals and souviners. but most remarkable was this account. in "no mans land" soliders in no mans land ventures out on Christmas Eve and Christmas to share meals, souveiners, assist each other in ceremonies for the dead, some lead to singing carols.....what would of the out come have been had they continued the next day then another. how many countless lifes would of been save ...just through love of your fellow man.

we today live in a very diverse world (here at sarahs as well) with a melting of ages, culture, backgorund, ethnic and religous views. all things said it is this; peace begins with us and ends with you.....note to self ..be kinder, more understanding, and tolerant of others (my short comings may drive them crazy too)

Peace of mind

though it is said to be a great time of year, many of us find it much differently at times....the ...they said what, ...are they even coming...not sure we can afford to do that...and here i sit...

just something to recall...not just this time of year but every day.....if you look back on your years (short or long)...there was that one comment that inspired you...the person who said it may have not grasped the meaning...but it inspired you.....say those things to others

it is better to give than receive...we have all heard it. thnk back on any given time when you made something by hand and gave it to another, the smile on their face, ...when i say made by hand ..consider it could be ...shoveling a walk, holding a door, having a conversation with a stranger, or just a smile....

didn't the glow on their face make it a special moment...have peace of mind: be humble in your glory, and humble in defeat. the person you help today may help you tomorrow....and if they don't ..you know that you have the peace of mind....that you reached out first. just some thoughts.

best to you and yours