Photos of Usain Bolt’s stunning girlfriend

The fastest man in the world, Usain Bolt aims to complete a historic nine gold medal haul when he competes in the 4x100m relay on Friday but there's no other bigger fan than his stunning Jamaican lawyer and model girlfriend Kasi Bennett who couldn’t hide her excitement as she watched her man sprint his way into the record books.

Bennett took to social media to praise Bolt in a string of tweets and Instagram posts following his heroics at Rio 2016. Usain Bolt revealed in January that he's has been in a steady committed relationship for two years.

Teenage learner driver accidentally plunges car into canal killing herself and two others after mistaking accelerator for brake

A teenage learner driver killed herself and two others, after mistaking accelerator for brake and plunging into canal. The car fell more than 10 feet before it landed upside down in the water - with the force of the impact believed to have knocked all four people on board unconscious.

Locals frantically jumped in and tried to smash the windows and rescue them as they slowly submerged under the water.

Tragically only one was rescued - and the other three died.

Reports said the 19-year-old girl - identified by her surname Wu - only had a learner’s licence and still needed to be accompanied by an adult. She was reportedly driving her father’s car with her dad, 51, in the passenger seat and her sister, 16, and another friend, 17, in the back as they set off.

Wu’s sister showed weak vital signs and was rushed to a local hospital, where she is said to be in a coma.

The tragedy occured in the township of Dongfeng - which is in Zhongshan City in Guangdong Province in southern China.

Valentines Day

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One of those days he just couldn’t understand. But since she was in his life, it had a new meaning. And this year, it had a very special meaning: they were finally going to go out and live one of their shared sexual fantasies.

She had left already a while ago. He had no idea what she was wearing or what exactly she expected him to wear or do with himself, but as he stood in front of the mirror fixing his tie, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pounding in his chest with happy excitement. When his outer appearance was satisfactory, he made sure to do a little check-up of their apartment: Hiding the pictures of the two of them, putting out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, a box of her favorite chocolates, spreading rose petals on the bed and living room coffee table. A little black wooden box, the size of a shoe box, with a golden lock and red velvet insides, was placed on the table besides the wine bottle. The thought of the contents made his heart beat a little harder, the bulge in his pants become a little larger.

Arriving at the bar down the street, he searched the room before ordering a vodka on ice. No sign of his wife yet. He sat down, fidgeting, when suddenly, a red-head in a tight, strapless dress with a large, ever so slightly opened zipper all the way down the front, revealing the tops of her full breasts seductively, walked in. She eyed the room nervously, trying hard to keep her cool, spotted him, and looked down, blushing. She then proceeded to walk towards the bar in her killer stilettos and down a tequila shot. Smiling, he eased his way towards her, giving her a polite “Hello” and his sexiest look.

She greeted him back, blushingly. She is good at this, he thought. She is really good at pretending like she doesn’t know what’s going on, what we discussed so many times before. The thought excited him even more. “Can I buy you a drink?” She grinned and brushed a streak of hair out of her face. He could see she was wearing the silver earrings he had bought her, her favorite pair. “Sure”, she breathed.

They chatted briefly, exchanging names, commenting on the one or other pointless detail about the weather, the bar, the news. They discussed movies and wine, and he let it slip that he had a very special, very expensive bottle of red wine at home. When he felt like the alcohol consumption had reached the level he intended, meaning slightly tipsy but not too drunk to enjoy the full experience, they wandered over to the dance floor. The swaying hips, rubbing bodies, hands wandering down each other’s backs… After only a few minutes, the sexual tension was rising, but he still wouldn’t kiss her, no matter how often she leaned in for it. When he saw the frustration building up in her eyes, he grabbed her from behind, pulling her close, letting her feel how hard he was for her. She let out a soft moan as he leaned in and whispered “Let’s get out of here?” in her ear. “Um… I usually don’t go home with a man on the first date”, she answered with a trembling voice, “but maybe I can m
ake an exception… since you have that expensive wine and all.” They walked home in silence, holding hands shyly, and as he led her up the stairs and into their living room, he could feel his cock growing in expectation.

Her eyes lit up as she saw the rose petals. “Wow… this is romantic.” She didn’t notice he was coming up behind her until he was brushing her hair over her right shoulder and kissing her neck. He could see the goose bumps rising on her skin as she inhaled sharply. “Well”, he whispered, “maybe this is destiny. Maybe you were meant to come here.” She turned around and faced him, and this time, he let her kiss him. It was a hot, long, passionate, deep kiss, the kind that only she could give him, the kind that drove him insane. At that moment, all he really wanted was to tear her clothes off and fuck her right there on that coffee table, but he had to be patient. This game was too well planned, too well thought through. He could tell she was as eager as he was, but he had to keep it cool, to make sure she played along.

Her hands wandered between them, loosening his tie. He let her take it off, but backed away before she could start unbuttoning his shirt. “Wine?” he asked, smiling. Panting, she nodded and gave him a grin. He poured two glasses, sat on the sofa and patted the seat beside him. They sipped in silence for a while, just looking into each other’s eyes. His hand wandered to her thigh, slowly and gently caressing it. She closed her eyes and sighed. His hand wandered higher and higher, till it reached the seam of her dress. She took a deep breath, leaning her head back slightly, then seemed to remember what they had talked about. “You know… I really should get going”, she whispered. He grinned. “Why, babe? Aren’t you having fun? ‘Cause I’m just getting started.”

He took the glass from her hand and put both on the table, kneeling on the floor in front of her. “I really shouldn’t be here”, she said, looking at him. His hand wandered up her inner left thigh and her eyes filled with desire. “Really… I should go. I’ll… I’ll call you, you know?” His hand kept reaching up further and further, under her dress, until he reached her panties. The silk was soaked through. She let out a short, soft moan. “This… this is wrong, you know? We just met.” She tried to pull away, but he put his free hand on her hip, holding her down. “I can’t let you go yet, baby”, he whispered, “not when your body is so ready for some fun.” He slid a finger under the side of her panties, feeling the soft skin around her wet pussy, probably shaved that very day. “You can’t tell me that you’re disliking this.”

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand with both of hers. “You have to stop. Please.” It was almost comical, the fake pleading in her voice. She gave him a small grin, letting him know she was just playing the part, that she wanted more, that she needed him to keep going. That grin was all he needed. He stood up in front of her, slowly unbuttoning and removing his shirt. “What are you doing?”, she whispered. He chuckled. “I’m going to have my way with you, sweetheart… whether you want it or not.” She swallowed dry, crawling onto the sofa, away from him, but he was faster. He pinned her down, belly-down, and forced her hands behind her back. “Stop…”, she moaned, but he knew that she wanted more, they had decided on a safe word, and she hadn’t said it yet.

Reaching over to the coffee table, he grabbed the black box, emptying it on the floor. She could hear the clinking of metal, but wasn’t sure what it was until she felt the handcuffs around her ankles and felt her shoes being pulled off. “What are you doing?” she asked, and he only chuckled. “Oh, babe… you’re gonna regret trying to get away from me. I know you want it, I know you’re aching for it, but now, as a punishment, I’m gonna make you beg for it”, he said, lifting her arms above her head and snapping another handcuff on her wrists this time. With a quick move, he lifted her off the couch and laid her on the floor, straddling her hips, unzipping her strapless dress and letting it fall off her. She was squirming, trying to shake him off of her, but he just lifted her arms above her head and forced his tongue into her hot mouth, making her moan.

Next, he began kissing down her neck, down to her breasts, barely being covered by her strapless bra. To his delight, it opened in front – something he then proceeded to do with his teeth before covering her breasts with kisses and sucking longingly on the now hard nipples he so adored. He licked, sucked and nibbled on them, rubbing his face between her breasts, already rock hard, ready to explode. Sitting up, he pulled off his belt, opened his pants, and, kicking off his shoes and socks, leaned down until his mouth was touching her ear. “You know what you’re going to do for me now? You’re going to suck my hard cock. You’re going to swallow me down, deep into your throat, just because I want you to.” She was panting heavily now, mouth slightly open in excitement, but her eyes said yes. Grinning and happy, he stood up while pulling her onto her knees, stepping in the loop created by her handcuffed arms and dropped his pants and underpants to his ankles, letting his already hug
e, rock-hard cock out. It hit her in the face.

She looked up at him, licking her lips, grinning. “This is wrong. You really shouldn’t be making me do th-“, she started, but before she could finish, he had his hands in her hair and was fucking her deep in the mouth. This time, he was the one to lean his head back and moan. If there was one thing he girl was absolutely amazing at, it was giving head. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue pressing up on the soft, sensitive bottom part of his erection, her throat muscles tightening around the head of his cock as she deep-throated him. As she began to gag, he pulled himself out, and she went down to lick and suck his balls as he cock-slapped her cheek. As the pre-cum started dripping out the head of his cock he grabbed her face and rubbed it all against her lips, then watched her lick it all off while looking into his eyes. He smiled. “Good girl. That’s the way I like it. Now… are you more willing to do as I wish?” She nodded. “Excuse me, what?”, he teased. She swallow
ed, knowing what he wanted. “Yes”, she whispered, standing up. With her arms around his neck, looking deep into his eyes, she leaned in and kissed him. She kissed him deeply, she kissed him passionately. His hands ran up her and down her back, resting them on her behind. Then, unexpectedly, he slapped her once, sharply, on the left cheek of her ass. She pulled away from him, with a surprised look on her face. “Get on the couch. I want you on all fours for me”, he whispered.

She obeyed him silently, without objecting. He placed himself behind her, fingering the soft bit of soaked-through fabric between her thighs. “You know what I want to do to you right now? I want to suck on this soft, juicy pussy. I want to get you so close to orgasm your legs can’t take it anymore and you start to shake. How does that sound?” – “Wonderful”, she whispered. He could see the goose-bumps on her arms. They just turned him on more. “I can’t hear you”, he teased, then gave her another slap on the ass. She gave a small cry, a mix of pleasure and pain. “Do you want me to eat you out?”, he asked, more directly this time. “Do you want me to take these wet panties off and suck on your throbbing clit?” As he asked, he stuck his finger near her entrance, gently fingering her through her almost-dripping panties. “Yes”, she said, louder this time. But he wanted more. He gave her another spanking, then said softly: “Yes, what?” She swallowed hard. “I want you to take these pa
nties off and lick my pussy. I want you to eat me out right now.” That was what he needed to hear. He slipped the panties down to her knees and began licking her from behind. She moaned, swaying her hips, moving along with his tongue.

She could feel his lips on her clit, his tongue exploring her pussy, entering her hole. Her muscles started to clench. She could feel her orgasm building, and when he noticed, he stopped, leaving her on the edge. This was the moment he was waiting for. He kneeled back behind her, sliding his hard cock into her hot, dripping pussy. They both moaned simultaneously as he eased forward, deeper into her, pounding her hard as his hips hit her ass. He felt her muscles begin to contract around his cock as she got closer and closer to orgasm. He thought of slowing down, of driving her to the edge again, but decided to let her cum. He felt her juices covering his cock and balls and had to hold on really, really hard to not cum, too, as she moaned and convulsed, shaking with the powerful orgasm he gave her. He slowed down, staying inside of her, enjoying the moment, then reached forward, snapped open the handcuffs around her wrists.

“Lay down onto your stomach, babe. I want you to touch your clit while I cum inside of you.” She obeyed, still moaning and panting, reaching down to touch her wet pussy. She lifted her hips so he could slip into her, and he dove in, straddling her ass, penetrating her deeply. “Oh my God, fuck me. Fuck me hard”, she started moaning loudly, almost screaming. She was so sensitive it only took her moments before the next orgasm was building up inside of her. This time, he was ready to cum, too. As soon as he felt her muscles contracting in an orgasm, he let go, shooting a hot, thick load of cum into her.

He lay on top of her, panting. They were both covered in sweat, in the afterglow of glorious love-making. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart”, he managed to whisper to her before she passed out.

Author: tskr

The Little Gingerbread Man

Written and Illustrated by Carol Moore

Once upon a time there was an old woman who loved baking gingerbread. She would bake gingerbread cookies, cakes, houses and gingerbread people, all decorated with chocolate and peppermint, caramel candies and colored frosting.

She lived with her husband on a farm at the edge of town. The sweet spicy smell of gingerbread brought children skipping and running to see what would be offered that day.

Unfortunately the children gobbled up the treats so fast that the old woman had a hard time keeping her supply of flour and spices to continue making the batches of gingerbread. Sometimes she suspected little hands of having reached through her kitchen window because gingerbread pieces and cookies would disappear. One time a whole gingerbread house vanished mysteriously. She told her husband, "Those naughty children are at it again. They don't understand all they have to do is knock on the door and I'll give them my gingerbread treats."

One day she made a special batch of gingerbread men because they were extra big. Unfortunately for the last gingerbread man she ran out of batter and he was half the size of the others.

She decorated the gingerbread men with care, each having socks, shirt and pants of different colors. When it came to the little gingerbread man she felt sorry for him and gave him more color than the others. "It doesn't matter he's small," she thought, "He'll still be tasty."

Putting the rack on the kitchen windowsill she left it there to cool and went to finish her laundry. The gingerbread men lay quietly, their frosted eyes gazing at the sky with its puffy clouds.

At that moment a voice came from nowhere. "Get up. Get up. Come with me."

Everyone looked to see who was speaking.

It was a butterfly flying just outside the window. Butterflies are naturally beautiful, but her wings were an exceptionally pretty marbled blue.

"Come with me," she urged again.

The gingerbread men didn't react except to keep staring. All but the smallest gingerbread man who jumped up from the tray and leaped off the kitchen windowsill onto the grass below faster than you could say "hurry."

"Where are we going?" he asked breathlessly.

"Away." And before the butterfly had finished speaking children appeared in the yard. Spying the little gingerbread man they started shrieking with delight and began chasing him.

"Stop, stop," they shouted. "We want to eat you."

But with his little legs churning the gingerbread man only ran faster. He yelled,

"I won't stop.

Run, run as fast as you can.

You can't catch me.

I'm the gingerbread man."

And truly those children could not catch him. Once out of their sight he continued running until he had reached a pasture where two horses were grazing. He sat down on a rock near the fence.

"Don't stop," said the butterfly fluttering nearby.

"I want to rest," he argued.

That was a mistake as one of the horses trotted over to the fence and whinnied. "Oh you smell so good little gingerbread man. Come over here so I can smell you better."

The little gingerbread man shook his head, but suddenly that horse jumped the fence and began galloping after him, so he had to run even faster. He called out,

"I outran children and I'll outrun you.

Run, run as fast as you can.

You can't catch me.

I'm the gingerbread man."

And truly, that horse could not catch him.

The next time he rested the little gingerbread man took care to lie amongst the grass well off the road where no one would see him.

"Everybody wants to eat me," he complained to the butterfly. "Do you want to eat me, too?"

Laughing she answered. "I love the smell of gingerbread. It's better than my favorite flowers. But I sip nectar, not gingerbread. Besides, you're my friend and friends don't eat friends."

Pleased to hear that he had a friend the little gingerbread man was about to reply when again they were interrupted. A farmer's dog with a keen nose had come to investigate. Licking his muzzle at the sight of the gingerbread man, the dog said.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but little gingerbread man you look so good. I mean tired. Please stay awhile and rest if you like."

As the dog talked, he stepped closer and closer. The closer he stepped, the more nervous became the little gingerbread man. When the butterfly flitted from her grass perch in alarm, the little gingerbread man took off running with the dog nipping at his tiny heels. He shouted,

"I outran children. I outran a horse,

      and I'll outrun you, too.

Run, run as fast as you can.

You can't catch me.

I'm the gingerbread man."

And truly that dog could not catch him.

At last the little gingerbread man and the butterfly reached a stream.

It wasn't a very big stream unless you are a tiny gingerbread man. To him it was a river. From out behind a bush sauntered a red fox stopping to stretch because he had just awakened from a nap. Looking at the gingerbread man he said nonchalantly, "May I help you?"

The butterfly was quick to respond. "No thank you. We're going to fly across this stream. We don't need your help."

Smiling, the wily fox glanced at the butterfly before turning to the little gingerbread man, "You're going to carry him? I've no doubt Ms. Butterfly that you have good intentions, but you're only a bug. You couldn't carry anything anywhere, let alone this gingerbread man across the stream. You'll drop him. I guarantee it!"

The little gingerbread man was confused. He knew that his butterfly friend had good intentions but could she really carry him? He doubted it. Her wings were so thin and delicate. The thought of him falling into the cold water and crumbling to damp bits was frightening. He said to the fox, "I outran children. I outran a horse, and I outran a dog. Will you keep me safe and not eat me?"

"Of course!" the wily fox quickly assured him before the butterfly could object. "I eat only meat and I had a full meal just before my nap. Here, ride on my bushy tail. Let's go before I change my mind."

So the little gingerbread man climbed onto the fox's tail and they entered the water.

Unfortunately the fox's tail began dipping into the water. "You're too heavy for my tail, he said. Climb onto my back."

The little gingerbread man did as he was asked.

But the water began creeping up the fox's back forcing the little gingerbread man to climb higher to the fox's neck. "That's not good enough, I'm afraid," said the wily fox. "Climb to my head."

Now the little gingerbread man was terrified, but what could he do? He climbed to the fox's ears.

"Oh, little gingerbread man, you have to climb onto my nose," insisted the wily fox, "otherwise I can't help you. Don't you see the water is getting even deeper?"

So the little gingerbread man reluctantly climbed onto the fox's nose. The moment he did, that wily fox tossed him into the air, opening his jaws wide with anticipation. The little gingerbread man's eyes rounded with fear because he knew he was going to be eaten. It didn't matter now how fast he could run.

But the little gingerbread man and the wily fox had forgotten about the butterfly. She swooped into that fox's jaws, grabbing her friend by one leg and rescuing him from an awful fate. She flew higher and higher until the stream and the fox were but spots on the landscape.

"You can carry me," cried the little gingerbread man.

"Yes," she answered. "I'm stronger than you could imagine. Now I'll take you somewhere safe."

She flew with him over farm fields and forests and even mountains. It felt like they had been in the sky forever when they reached a lake, its waters calm like pale glass. There was an island in the middle of the lake lined with forest trees. And among the trees was where the butterfly took the little gingerbread man. She flew down, down, and down until they came to the foot of a pine tree.

The little gingerbread man could not believe his eyes. Beneath that pine tree was the most beautiful gingerbread house.

Through the front door of the gingerbread house came a gingerbread man and a gingerbread woman. Seeing the butterfly and her companion they smiled excitedly waving their gingerbread hands.

"Oh, what have you brought us?" cried the gingerbread woman. Evidently she knew the butterfly very well.

"I think that's obvious, dear" said the gingerbread man. "She's brought us a gingerbread boy. Do you realize that now we can be the family we always wanted?"

It was true. The butterfly had intended all along to bring these three together. The little gingerbread man had not known that he was, in reality, a gingerbread boy. It was all so sudden, but wonderful. When both his gingerbread parents each gave him a loving hug he knew he was home.

The gingerbread family went inside their gingerbread house to celebrate with the butterfly remaining outside on the roof. She was content just smelling the gingerbread and sitting there quietly, whether it was day or night.

They all lived happily ever after.