Born after died?

Posted by admin on June 22nd, 2009

     It is common that a mother borns a baby.But what will you think about if a mother who had died for two days bornd a baby?Ok, that us see the report.

     Q:Can you tell us something about the mother?

     A: A former British champion ice skater who collapsed and died from a brain haemorrhage gave birth to a baby girl two days later. Jayne Soliman, 41, was declared brain-dead at Oxford’s John Radcliffe hospital but doctors managed to keep her heart beating long enough to deliver Aya Jayne by caesarean section.

     Ms Soliman was 25 weeks’ pregnant when she collapsed in her bedroom last Wednesday after suffering a headache. She was airlifted to the hospital but was pronounced dead at 8pm.

     Q:What is the idea of the doctor?

     A:Doctors said she had suffered a brain haemorrhage caused by an aggressive tumour which had struck a major blood vessel. She was given large doses of steroids to help the child’s lungs develop and within 48 hours gave birth to the baby, who weighed 0.95kg (2lb 1.5oz). Her husband, Mahmoud, was with her when the child was born.

     He said they had been overjoyed when his wife became pregnant after suffering an earlier miscarriage. “I can remember the first scan,” he told the Daily Mail. “We just hugged each other and kept crying when we saw the heartbeat. It was this tiny speck beating.”

     He recalled his wife’s last hours: “The doctors told me there was nothing they could do for Jayne but they needed her to stay strong for 48 hours to help our unborn child.”

     In 1989, Ms Soliman was British champion and No 7 in the world for professional free skating. She also spent some time in Dubai, where she taught figure skating and met Mahmoud. On returning to England two years ago, the newly married couple set up home in Bracknell and Jayne began working for the Bracknell Ice Skating Club.

     Q:the end?

     A:David Phillips, a friend and fellow skater, said Ms Soliman had shown no signs that anything was wrong earlier in the day and did not know she had a tumour. “Jayne and I had both been at the ice rink in Bracknell that day and she was absolutely fine; nothing seemed wrong. She was as happy as she could be because she was pregnant – it was her dream.”

     Phillips said her husband “has had the best and the worst day of his life within such a short space of time – turning off your wife’s life support machine and then going to see your newborn daughter”.

     Phillips’ wife, Lucine, 38, who was present at the birth of Aya, described the mixture of joy and sadness at seeing the birth. “A midwife picked tiny Aya up and put her little face up to Jayne’s – if Jayne had been awake she would have had eye contact with her daughter. It was just like welcoming any new baby into the world and everyone in the room was so elated, it was a celebratory feeling. But we also had to say goodbye to Jayne; Mahmoud said goodbye on his own because he wanted to be the last person to see her.

     “He sat with her for a while and then he was told he could go and see his daughter. Mahmoud couldn’t hold Aya straight away because she was taken into intensive care. He was given a photo of her and I could just tell from his face that he was overcome with emotion, it was just welling up inside him. He took one look at his daughter and was overjoyed to see her. He said, ‘That’s my Jayney’.”

      More than 300 mourners attended Ms Soliman’s funeral last weekend, which was held at the Jamia mosque in Reading.

A Romantic Marrige

Posted by admin on June 22nd, 2009

     A marrige is important to the newly married young people.You know maybe it is the only one in our life,so everyone wants to make it more creative,more romantic.I think it is not important that how the others look at your marrige,the marrige should be meaningful to you!  This is more reasonable to all of us.

    Q: Then what is the romantic style for a marrige? 

     There are many good ideas.

     A:I find that when the times are a bit tough that it is good to get away. Whether you go across town to a hotel or actually make a trip it could help. If your husband likes or even use to like romance you may want to tell him to clear his schedule for an evening and if you can reserve the hotel room and get it set up for a nice romantic evening – candles radio with your favorite CD or station some nice wine and a good meal have everything save for the candles ready before he gets there even if it needs to be set up earlier in the day. Put on his favorite outfit and come prepared with whatever it is going to take to keep his mind completely with you for the evening. If by the end of the night you just end up with good conversation in a place other than home or entangled in each others arms his mind is at least free of the daily worries and focused on you and vice versa.

     A:I think it’s a good idea to travel in different places. It’s where you can relax and have time together. Why not visit Caribbean island? It’s a good place for both of you. Sometimes you need to feel fresh air and new environment. At least you can talk about your relationship privately and cherish the moments your together.

     A:You might want to find time when you and your husband are at peace and decide that you will used the formula which is called “Thank you for sharing”. It means that when you are on the verge of having an argument you (or your husband) will say : ‘Let me share something with you”. And the only response after that is : “Thank you for sharing”. It helps to seize the argument and gives both of you to think about the situation. When the tension is gone romance will flourish.

     A:The romance of a relationship often comes from new experiences.  Trying a new activity together might be a good stress relief and an opportunity to change your normal patterns.  After being in a relationship for a while, some things become predictable. Take that element out for a moment, and see what happens.

     A:I think all the above replies are great.  I would like to add – stroke his ego.  I don’t mean go all out and worship him, but men like to be proud of who they are – especially to their wife.

A wife should be an encourager, supporter, biggest fan, best friend, etc.  When he comes home from work looking rugged and tired, tell him he looks sexy.  Compliment him on things he does and says, the way he looks or smells.  Fall in love with him all over again.  Leave him a note in his car so he can find it in the morning, with a nice red lipstick print on it.  Thank him for doing even the little things.

People, in general, get so caught up in the day-to-day routines that we get pleasantly surprised by even the littles gestures of love.  A playful kiss on the neck when you pass him by, a ruffle through his hair, an extra hug, all do great things.  Knowing that you are still wild about him and that he still “has it” can make such a big difference to him.

Good luck to you!!

     If you have any ideas ,please comment on this articles.Thanks!

Pretty Cocks

Posted by admin on June 22nd, 2009

     A man can not live without a woman(it is not true if you are a gay).But it is right that a woman can not live without a man.Because we need love.Sometimes we are in great need ,but we can not get it directly.So what should we do?Maybe thinking is a good way.The article below is a good example,that is:

     The day was slowly creeping to an end, and it was beautifully warm in my home.

     The windows were blowing ever so slightly and I languished by the Bay window, which sprung up from the rug of my landing. I watched the tops of the tree sway in the music of the night. I touched my breasts, as I looked far, far beyond the expanse in front of me.

     My nipples were hard, and my breasts, which stood very strongly and attention like, caught a wisp of the wind, which was now blowing longer and louder. I was struck with an overwhelming feeling of seduction and cream.

     I needed so badly to feel a man’s skin. I celebrate nothing more than palming a man’s stomach, reaching behind him, and gently grabbing his buttocks in both hands, pulling him deeply toward me so that his cock pushes against my stomach.

     Mmmmh! I closed my eyes, and moved my head back and forth, and then in the form of an eight; constantly licking and wetting my lips, with a tongue that was dreaming its own dreams.

     My eyes, I later learned, were moist and stunningly distant, seeing a scene that was reserved for my own pleasure.

     I could hear rain pitter-pattering on the driveway, below me. And I remember the grand love scene in Lady Chatterley’s Lover, when the aristocratic lady made love to the peasant gardener, while the rain pounded down on their backs, everywhere and where it meets the back meets the bum (a most seductive point on a person’s back) — and puddles gathered around them, as they sloshed about in orgasm.

     Oh, fuck, my cunt is moistening; I have never known a wetter woman then myself. This I say with confidence as I have slept with over 1000 woman and licked more clitorises than anyone I know.

     Oh fuck.

     I’m fingering myself with my index finger and splashing in raindrops. Oh, fuck, that feels sooooo good. I can only see a dark, handsome man coming close to me.

     Fuck. That’s good. Mmmmmh. I have two fingers in me. Mmmmh.

     His body is so well formed, that he appears to be made out of Michelangelo, his chest muscular looking like the flat rocks lying in my aunt’s garden. His upper arms are so lovely; I think I will touch them first.

     And he has such a lovely cock. It is already awake, and involved in its calisthenics.

     Mmmmmh, women giggling in the bathroom would call his cock – very nice. It is clean, looking, bereft of a foreskin (my druthers are such), and it is not as long as porno producers want us to think would be our choice. Its thickness was thankfully less than Ron Jeremy’s or Big John’s, or the policeman’s nightstick.

     It is much better than having your cocked referred to as: little, ugly, gargantuous, ugly. I have seen some god-awful cocks in my life, which for some reason had made its owner cocky. I don’t quite understand why men with the ugliest cocks always think that they have the nicest cocks.

     Homosexuality, I believe is inevitable for one simple reason – so that men have the chance to see other men’s cocks, close up. Men are far more curious about other men’s cocks, than woman are. You watch. Bring it up when you are among friends, men and women. Say, “I saw the most intelligent cock on a man last night, that I had ever seen.”

     The women will be inquisitive, but the men will quietly lust to know what an “intelligent cock is”. They need to know because, if it is a good thing, than they will strive to become the same, because each and every man needs to have the “nicest cock in the world”.

     With the aloofness of a model, as she peddles her wears, this gorgeous man stands in front of me, his expression signaling me to suck his penis. And I did, with no hesitation at all. My well manicured hands, soft with very long fingers like Maya’s, traveled the length of his torso, from his lips, to his stomach, to his cock, and further until I had tongued his feet and toes.

     I shoved his cock into my mouth, with the adeptness of a prostitute, not a hoar, sucked on the entire length of it. I lathered it and spit at it; like a pitcher warming up the ball, I massaged the underside of it finding that exact, exact, spot which elicits a sweet, prompt orgasm. I have seen men cum with the explosiveness of a beach ball popping; spewing cum across my face, hair and in my eyes – when I had discovered that spot.

     His body stopped living for a moment, his groin muscles the tightened in pleasure. His cum shot out of his cock with great speed into my throat. Ich! It tasted so good. I hate anything with this consistency, and this saltiness –but his cum tasted so good.

     My fingers squeezed every inch of his cock, crown and all, searching for ways of divesting him of all of his cum. If I could have, I would have bathed in his cum and spread it all over me, drinking and licking from my hands and fingers, because a man’s cum will likely make me do anything I am asked.

     I am removing my fingers from my cunt, and if I like I can clean them with my tongue. I am a woman, and indeed can do this or any other perceived perversity, which is what I love about adulthood. I can lick the cum off my fingers, or piss on a man’s face, or spread chocolate cake all over another woman’s feet, legs, cunt, ass, stomach and breasts, and then eat it.

     I am woman, I am strong. And nobody can tell me not to.

     The rain has effectively subsided, and my derriere hurts from pushing so aggressively up against the window as he came inside of me.

     Half awake, I strolled to my bedroom. My bed rested inside of a tank of warm water. I closed the panels, which propped up my body, so that I could not slip into the water, and lay quietly — as the water lightly rolled, and made waves, which caressed my sex.

     Sometimes I would pee while I slept, but you’ll notice every sexual occurrence in one’s sleep is accompanied by an equally thrilling dream. I dreamed some marvelous dreams when I slept in my bed, and once I even made love to a very wet and lost traveling salesman. But that is another story.

     Am I a man or a woman?

     THE END

New Underwear

Posted by admin on June 22nd, 2009

     Underwear is very important not only for a man but a woman.When I was young ,one of my teacher said that we should keep our underwear clean.So we must wash it every day.Because it is important for our health.

     Well,these days I hear that a new underwear is produced.I was really surprised by that.That us see the content.They have been edited by me:

     Q:Who produces it?

     A:Swiss clothing manufacturer Isabodywear is launching a special line of men’s underwear that claims to protect “men’s sperm from harmful cell phone radiation”.

     Q:Can you tell us the idea of it?

     A:Yes.The briefs are made with threads of silver which the company claims blocks cell phone rays and reception. The inventor, Andreas Sallmann, explains that when you put a cell phone inside your briefs, then dial your number from another phone, you probably won’t even get a signal.

4000 black (only) briefs have been made so far and 500 will be been given away for test purposes, by simply sending the company an email.

[via Swiss daily paper Le Matin (In French)]

     Q:Are  there any other ideas similar to it?

     A: Other protective clothing concepts:

     — A New York based store sells dress shirts and caps designed to protect people from electromagnetic fields — or radiation — given off by cell phones and electronic devices.

     — Singapore-based garment manufacturer Crocodile International launched smart pants or “Radiguard’ specialty trousers” for cell-phone buffs who exposed exposed to the ultra magnetic emission from the cell-phones.

     — In September 2002, Levi Strauss announced the launch of a new Dockers’ model with anti-radiation-lined pockets, prompted by customers’ concerns about the possible health risks of mobile phone use.


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