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Why do Hot MILFS usually have fat ugly Daughters?
They are complete opposites. Has anyone else notice this?

I want to **** some hot MILFS. Especially those 80 year old fat ones. How can I get them?
I'm horny

ooft, i like ones with dentures.
omnom.

I found that upping my body fat ratio from 8.2 to 10 or so helped make me seem more accessible to meaty MILFs?
I like women with a couple extra pounds, say the 110-range, so, aside from the courts mandating I can not use "enhancements" anymore, I decided to let my chest hair grow back and get a beefcake look. Do you agree with this assessment?

I hope this meaty, 110LB chick is about 4 feet tall.

I read your profile, Go Gata! Whats a Gata? Here in Central FL we still say Go Gators!

**I like the fur too. I'm not sure I'd want to weave a rug from your back hair though. Thats sounds like work!

What do i do about myself?
i hate my body & i can't stand to see my self naked. when i shower, i get so depressed because of the way i am. mainly i know that my husband doesn't like the way i look or my body so he looks at porn instead. he always checks out other girls & he tells me he has an "erectile dysfunction" so we can't have sex. instead he looks at porn.
i know he doesn't like the way i look because im not his type...he likes fat "milfs" & im a skinny half japanese girl. i don't have any guys & i can't gain any weight no matter how much i eat or when i eat.

when i was younger, i would always get made fun of the way i look & people would ask me if i was a boy or a girl. i always thought i was ugly because of that...

because my self esteem is so low, i don't know what to do abouyt myself

Try reading about your star sign and get to know who you really are, trust me you will be surprised, you can get these books from your library. From your picture you do not look strange at all and I would seriously be thinking about whether your husband is the right person for you.

How come Husbands dont keep in shape?
most over overly bearing fat,bald, fat guts, hairy backs, bad teeth WTF and they want women to look good. pleazeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

good example they look the that chacter the dad from the Family Guy.

and their wives look like MILFS..

How does being bald or having hair on your back make you out of shape? The rest of the stuff ok, but don't be silly. Sometimes nature puts hair where you don't want it, and takes away hair where you do. Not much you can do about that yourself.

A serious question about the 72 virgins Muslims get?
Does it say these virgins are sexy? How do we not know that these virgins are fat or retarded? Does anyone know what the virgins look like? Also, how old are these virgins? I'm into MILFs, so I want virgins who are like 33. I need to know this before I convert.

I know your being sarcastic and really don't for the truth, but here is the answer to your question anyways.

The description of al-hoor al-‘iyn is mentioned in more than one place in the Book of Allaah, such as the following:

1 – Allaah says, describing the reward of the people of Paradise (interpretation of the meaning):

“And (there will be) Hoor (fair females) with wide lovely eyes (as wives for Al-Muttaqoon – the pious).

23. Like unto preserved pearls”

[al-Waaqi’ah 56:22, 23]

al-Sa’di (may Allaah have mercy on him)said:

“And (there will be) Hoor (fair females) with wide lovely eyes”. Al-Hawra’ is a woman in whose eyes are lined with kohl, beautiful and bright. Al-‘iyn refers to beautiful and huge eyes. The beauty of eyes in the female is one of the greatest signs of beauty.

“Like unto preserved pearls” means, as if they are pure, white, shining pearls, which are covered and protected from people’s eyes, the wind and the sun. Their colour is one of the most beautiful of colours and they have no fault or blemish of any kind. This is how al-hoor al-‘iyn are: they have no faults of blemishes of any kind, rather they are beautiful in all ways.

Every time you gaze upon her, you see nothing but that which gladdens the heart. End quote.

Tafseer al-Sa’di, p. 991

2 – Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning):

“(In beauty) they are like rubies and coral”

[al-Rahmaan 55:58]

al-Tabari (may Allaah have mercy on him) said:

Ibn Zayd said concerning the words “they are like rubies and coral” it is as if they are rubies in their purity and like coral in their whiteness. So their purity is that of rubies and their whiteness is that of pearls. End quote.

Tafseer al-Tabari, 27/152

3 – Allaah says describing the women of Paradise, in Soorat al-Waaqi’ah (interpretation of the meaning):

“Verily, We have created them (maidens) of special creation.

36. And made them virgins.

37. Loving (their husbands only), (and) of equal age”

[al-Waaqi’ah 56:35-37]

Ibn Katheer (may Allaah have mercy on him) said:

With regard to the word “loving (‘uruban)”, Sa’eed ibn Jubayr said, quoting from Ibn ‘Abbaas that it means: they are loving towards their husbands. It was narrated from Ibn ‘Abbaas that al-‘urub are those who love their husbands and their husbands love them.

With regard to the word “of equal age (atraaban)”, al-Dahhaak said, quoting from Ibn ‘Abbaas, that it means: of the same age, thirty-three years.

Al-Saddi said: “atraaban” means that they are equal in temperament and they do not resent or envy one another, i.e., they are not like hostile co-wives. End quote.

Tafseer Ibn Katheer, 4/294

Al-Haafiz Ibn Hajar said:

It was narrated that Mujaahid said concerning the verse “Loving (their husbands only), (and) of equal age”: i.e., those who are dear to their husbands.

Fath al-Baari, 8/626

4 – Allaah says, describing them (interpretation of the meaning):

“Therein (Gardens) will be Khairaatun‑Hisaan [fair (wives) good and beautiful]”

[al-Rahmaan 55:70]

Ibn al-Qayyim said:

They are described as being fair and beautiful. The word khayraat (fair and good) is derived from the word khayyarah, which refers to the woman who combines all good qualities, both outward and inward, and whose physical appearance and attitude are perfect. So they are good in attitude and fair of face.

Rawdat al-Muhibbeen, p. 243.

5 – Allaah describes them as pure, as He says (interpretation of the meaning):

“and they shall have therein Azwaajun Mutahharatun (purified mates or wives), and they will abide therein forever”

[al-Baqarah 2:25]

Ibn al-Qayyim said:

Allaah describes them as pure: “and they shall have therein Azwaajun Mutahharatun (purified mates or wives)”, pure from menses, urine and the like (stools) and all off-putting features that may exist in the women of this world. And their hearts are pure from envy, annoyance of their husbands, meanness or wishing for husbands other than them.

Rawdat al-Muhibbeen, p. 243, 244

6 – Allaah describes them as refraining from looking at anyone except their husbands (interpretation of the meaning):

“Wherein both will be Qaasiraat‑ut‑Tarf [chaste females (wives) restraining their glances, desiring none except their husbands]”

[al-Rahmaan 55:56]

“Hoor (beautiful, fair females) guarded in pavilions”

[al-Rahmaan 55:72]

Ibn al-Qayyim said:

Allaah describes them as being “guarded in pavilions”, i.e., they are prevented from making a display of themselves before anyone except their husbands. They are guarded for their husbands and they do not go out of their houses, and they restrain themselves for them and do not desire anyone else. And Allaah describes them as “Qaasiraat‑ut‑Tarf [chaste females (wives) restraining their glances”. This description is more complete than the first, for one of them restrains her gaze and focuses her love upon her husband, she is content with him and does not look beyond him at anyone else.

Rawdat al-Muhibbeen, p. 244

This is a brief look at what has been said about them in the Qur’aan. In the Sunnah there are descriptions of their beauty and fairness which defy the imagination, such as the following:

1 – It was narrated that Abu Hurayrah (may Allaah be pleased with him) said: The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “The first group will enter Paradise looking like the moon on the night when it is full, and those who follow them will be like the brightest shining star in the sky. Their hearts will be as one, and there will be no hatred or jealousy among them. Each man will have two wives from among al-hoor al-‘iyn, the marrow of whose calves can be seen from beneath the bone and flesh.” (Narrated by al-Bukhaari, no. 3014; Muslim, 2843.

Ibn Hajar (may Allaah have mercy on him) said:

The stunning beauty of the hoori is such that the marrow of her calves can be seen from beneath her clothes, and a man will be able to see his face in the liver of one of them, like a mirror because of the fineness of her skin and the purity of her colour.

Fath al-Baari, 8/570

2 – It was narrated that Anas (may Allaah be pleased with him) said: The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “If a woman from among the people of Paradise were to look out over the earth, she would illuminate everything that is in between them, and would fill everything that is in between them with fragrance. And the scarf on her head is better than this world and everything in it.”

If she were to show her face, it would shine between heaven and earth; how beautiful is the light of her face and how beautiful the scent that is filling the space between heaven and earth. As for her garments, the scarf that she places on her head is better than the beauty of this world and all that is in it of delights and pleasure and natural beauty and splendid palaces and other kinds of luxuries. Glory be to their Creator, how great He is, and congratulations to the one for whom she is and he is for her.

If you read the first link I have provided it will go into more detail on them and the rewards for a women in Paradise and how she is so much better then the al-hoor al-iyn.

I feel apprehensive about marrying a woman, for fear of her leaving me 30 or 40 years down the line?
Basically, I'm 25 now and feel it might be a good time for me to get married and have guyren etc.. I'm tall, in good physical condition, well-educated, smartly dressed and fairly affluent (not just my parents' money). The problem is, I can't keep this up forever (i.e. health deterioration, senility, can't perform). Eventually, the generation below me will come of age and most women will be after them (including many married women). With all respect, it's pretty easy for women really, if they want to have a good time they can just go to a seedy nightclub and lie on their back (doesn't matter how old they are, MILFS, GILFS).

I was recently harassed by a 55 year old woman who was tired of her 'impotent' husband who always needed the blue pill and was also balding, fat etc... I didn't welcome her advances, obviously, for moral reasons and also because the husband would probably have buried me under his patio had he found out (could you blame him, really?).

The trouble is, British women are mostly very promiscuous (regardless of social class). I suppose marrying a devout Christian/Muslim lady might be a safe bet (what's left of them that is)?

Your apprehension is normal and understandable I think. However, being young, you may have some undue concerns or some distortions. For example, there's no "good time" to get married, per se. If you would like to get married, you should determine what you'd like to get from marriage as well as what you're willing to put into it. Have you got what it takes for marriage (based on your own standards) right now? If so, the next step is probably to find a suitable mate. I don't think you should be too worried about infirmities such as senility, impotence, etc. for at least another 20 years. That gives you quite a bit of time, although I agree that doesn't mean you should squander it.

And, while you're right that OLDER women will go after younger guys when you're 35 or older, you forgot one thing: older guys will also be pursuing the younger women; and many younger women will comply - especially if the older guys have significant wealth. As for how "easy" you think women have it, there may be some distortion here as well.

It's not as easy for women as perhaps you may think. Going to a nightclub and then "lying on their backs" usually doesn't end well. Women are generally more selective than men for just that reason. They don't want rapists, psycho killers or even the product of bad genes. If such woman gets pregnant with the wrong kind of guy, genetically or otherwise, it will dog her for the rest of her life.

I do think you should be careful who you become involved in affairs with. A woman using you to cheat with on the wrong guy could cost YOUR life, limb, etc.

I suspect many British women have become as "liberated" and westernized as American women - so much that they're probably not good marriage or motherly material. You may in fact be forced to look at more traditional women as marriage prospects, regardless of their religion or culture. There are of course several compatibility risks associated with that choice as well, if she of a different religion, culture, etc.

I think I understand most of what you're wrestling with here, and hope my input helps a bit.

What do you think is wrong with me?
Serious question.

I am a 14 year and I feel pretty depressed for a number of reasons and they may be strange reasons. Firstly, I don't have many friends. At school there is a small group that I hang out with but I barely say anything, just sit around them because I don't think I have anything interesting to say. About this, I do not have "good" friends that I can hang around on weekends and deeply relate too and I am not saying that the people I hang around at school are bad friends because they are good people, I just don't have the closest intrests as them.

Secondly, I have a bit of a strange sexual fantasy. This may be a problem because at school there are at least five teachers that I find attractive and think about them regularly, even though some of them do not teach me. I also think that older women are attractive or as they are sometimes refered to as "MILFS". I don't have any friends that are girls around my age. Another group of friends, the less superior to the other one are making jokes(no insult intended) that I think one of my teachers is hot but I told them I do not think that when I actually do. Should I admit that or will that be dangerous?

Thirdy, my personality may be a bit eccentric. I do not talk much and I get funny thoughts randomly and start laughing in class and people notice but other days I look miserable and depressed. The less superior group have taken notice of my personal behaviour and laugh at it. I'm sure they are not intending to hurt me by doing that but if they are then I guess I should just hang around the more superior group of friends.

Lastly, I feel a bit conscious about my body health because I eat a lot of junk food and drink a lot of Coke. I am tall so I am not fat because I keep thinking that if I wasn't tall then I would be fat. Also in recent years I may of been lacking a bit of person hygiene but I am really trying to improve that.

So what do you think my problem is? Is it that I don't have friends that suit me and my intrests or is it that I fantasize over teachers?

Thank you.

ur 14..ur hormones r going nuts at this time..so really..anything is normal :)

-if u don't hate not having good friends..don't change it..it's not a bad thing..not telling u to become a total introvert, but maybe u just haven't met anybody who's ur type yet..it's normal
when I wz 7..I didn't have "good" friends.. almost had non..that continued till 15..that's when I started forming bonds and all..however I still have very different interests..and even tho I have many good friends now..I still like to sometimes stay in my own world with my thoughts and the things I like to do..

-the sexual fantasies thing..not too strange either..ur developing..and maybe the teachers r the only members of the opposite sex around u..but try to tone the fantasies down and maybe u should socialize with girls ur age a bit more...
also could be that u find many/most of the guys around u to be not intellectually compatible with u..so u go for the teachers..

-not talking much is not a bad thing..u just don't like to talk much..so wut?
-we all have the random thoughts! I mean really..the more u laff..the longer u live :P
-randomly feeling depressed and miserable r a part of the hormonal mess inside u..and will continue for a while..very normal..don't worry

-feeling conscious about ur body won't change anything..it's either u stop feeling conscious and keep doing wut ur doing..but that's kinda like slowly killing urself..or u'd cut down from the junk foods and start working out/playing sports..
exercise also gets ur mind off of depression, fantacies and worrying about ur health..

hope that helps :)

Is my writing style any good?
I've written the prologue of a book I am considering writing. I need to know if I am crap, reasonable, half way decent or anything above that.

Having read what's below, would you turn the page the read more? The book is going to be about a serial killer who kills people that most of us would want killed anyway. It will hopefully be dark and gripping. It won't be full of violence like Train Spotting - but it is a book about murder so there has to be some descriptive violence in it. So - here goes.

Friday 10th April - Manchester
Danny Boyd was extremely angry. He was 27 years old, muscular and tattooed with a completely bald head and a gold earring. He was also in excruciating pain.

Danny Boyd had been angry for as long as he could remember. Even as a 4 year old he’d hit people because he was angry, and at least a dozen times a day he’d find himself very angry indeed.

When he got extremely angry people paid the price. People who showed no respect pissed him off. Danny Boyd had no concept that respect had to be earned. Respect came through pain – other people’s pain. And of course fear. His appearance, his reputation and his voice all came together to ensure that people feared him. Everything about him shouted ‘beware – I can hurt you’.

When a disrespectful little sh*** upset him he’d knock them to the ground and stomp on them. He’d break bones and teeth and eyes and brains. And on the very few occasions that he’d been knocked down himself he’d understood and accepted that it was his turn to be hurt and broken.

But he didn’t understand what had happened today and he was extremely angry about what was happening now.
He ran over in his mind the last 35 minutes of his life, and he simply couldn’t understand them. In his 27 years he’d never experienced anything like those 35 minutes.

He’d been in Tesco buying strawberry flavoured condoms. He always bought flavoured condoms because he always expected that the taste would be important to somebody.

Danny Boyd knew that there were places where you should be as ordinary and as invisible as it was possible to be. Places where there were lots of police and Swiss Army guards, those wannabe cops with a dozen gadgets on their leather belts.

And Tesco was one of those places. So he’d lined up at the checkout quietly and checked out the little **** of the milf in front of him.

The scrawny middle aged man had politely eased past him in the queue and mumbled something about joining his wife. He was clutching two strawberry yoghurts. Same flavour as the condoms.

‘Yeah ok pal – I’m not in a hurry’ he’d offered, smiling and winking at the milf who’d turned round to let yoghurt man go past.

But then he got very angry. There had been no wife. Yoghurt man paid for his yoghurts and made his way for the door. And the red mist had come down for Danny Boyd. The condoms were forgotten along with the milfs little **** and Danny Boyd was after yoghurt man with a purpose – past the very fat security clown and into the well lit and shiny shopping mall.

Danny Boyd had never understood science and physics at school. And he’d bashed the clever boys who did and intimidated the clever girls who didn’t. But he knew enough science to understand that if he ran fast towards his victims, using his velocity and mass as a weapon, he could knock them to the ground where he could enjoy giving them a severe kicking.

Yoghurt man had his back to him as he made a giant fist to aim at the scrawny neck. He was travelling fast and he knew that this was going to be the king hit knock down of all time.

But he missed.

And as he missed he tripped on a foot and sprawled into a line of shopping trolleys scraping skin and flesh and the leather from his boots.

In micro-seconds he was on his feet swinging with force and purpose at yoghurt man.

But nothing connected.

Then something ridiculous happened. Two hand gripped his right wrist like a vice. Their grip was strong and purposeful. And yoghurt man leapt into the air like a circus acrobat. Up came his legs into a sort of sitting position 2 feet off the ground. Then yoghurt man simple fell back to the pavement, with force and gravity, still in the sitting position with his legs parallel to the ground and still gripping Danny Boyd’s wrist.

Danny Boyd screamed like he’d never screamed before as his arm came out of its socket at the shoulder with a tearing of tendons and sinews and raw torn nerves that sent a million anguished messages to his brain. The messages all told the same story.

F*** – this hurts!

Then he was being bundled into a van. People were gathering and yoghurt man was explaining that he was taking his attacker to hospital.

And now here he was, sitting, hurting and looking at the cracking and sparking Tazer as yoghurt man gobbed off in words he did not understand.

DAYUUMM. do you really think anyone is gonna read this?