Reversal Of Fortune Pt. 6
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Posted:Nov 17, 2008 6:20 pm
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She laid purring, head resting atop the inside of my bicep. Though my cock had dislodged sometime during the catnap, our bodies were still nestled together. The crown of her head lay just beneath my chin, my free arm slung over hers as my hand cupped her ample, thimble tipped orb. I placed my nose onto her head and inhaled deeply. Her fragrance still light, floral, yet a weighty hint of lustiness wafted through the damp ringlets.
I gently kissed her just behind the ear, ever so briefly, her facial expression registered a mixture of annoyance then surrender as she tried to snuggle her back closer to my torso. Unfortunately, I needed to get up. I slowly pried my trapped arm from under her beautiful, slumber ladened head and tipped silently into the bathroom, nearly tripping over the sweat shorts still loosely hanging around my left ankle. I kicked them into the air and effortlessly caught them.
I felt the need for a hot shower and decided to take one. As I reached for a spare towel from the linen rack, The M-A-N in me danced triumphantly, gloating over this night's once un-thought of, inconceivable conquest... " I FUCKED THE BOSS!!!" My boisterous male ego roared within me. I mustered a smile, but my days of openly bragging to "THE FELLAS" were over long ago, besides, I didn't want to risky the wrath of the jealous/non-believers. Plus, she wasn't just a "conquest", I've wanted her since our initial interview. I snapped out my daze as the image in the mirror disappeared into the steamy haze enveloping it.
The near scalding water felt divine and seemed to melt away the suffocating film that once encased my body. I was beginning to lather my loofah, when a cool burst of air invaded the misty warmth and the familiar sound of the toilet's seat clomping down hurriedly, abruptly shattered the moment. After a brief eternity, I could hear her turning on the sink's faucet, "Do you have a face cloth I can use?", she nearly shouted over the dual running waters. I snatched the shower's curtain back, only to find her fully nude, dress on back of door and preparing to take a bird bath. My temperature rose, so much for being a romantic... "Does it have to be in your nature to be such a bitch?!?!?!", I quizzed her... She gave a knowing chuckle, amused by my disappointed tone and with feigned innocence, she asked, "Whatever do you mean?"
Shoving the curtain aside, I stuck a leg over the side of the tub, grabbed her forcefully and pulled her back in with me. She weakly protested, feebly trying to wiggle free. Grabbing both her arms, I planted her hard against the wet cold tile wall and attempted to kiss her. She playfully snapped at my puckered lips, but let me near on the 3rd attempt. Instead of kissing her, I firmly sank my front teeth into the plumpness of her lower lip, and asked, "Is it easy being difficult?!?!" With the slightest tug, I pulled her lips into mine.
Hard, soft, wet. The fluctuation of texture and movements of our tongues melted into each other. Our breathing became unison as our tongues danced, slithered and twirled. She held me tight, hands exploring my shoulders, biceps and the flanks of my tight hard ass. My dick had long been revived and now strained hard against her thigh. She wedged her hands between our bodies and started squeezing the base of my still solidifying man rod. I reached above her head, still passionately kissing, and found the plastic bowl that sat on the bathroom's window sill. My free hand squeezed a fleshy ample tit, brought it to my mouth and began nibbling around the rippled, fair colored circle, avoiding contact with her nipple. She oohed her approval and sucked her teeth when her constant swaying failed to pop the achingly sensitive nipple into my mouth. "Please work my nipples, Daddy!!!", she urged. "I will, baby, I will." I vowed.
Rubie positioned my cock's head into the fatty fuzz covered mound and began to press forward. Her eyes turned into sultry, pleading slits as her clit's hood slid back and found its sweet spot dragging along the topside of my blood engorged root. She first fell into a smooth rhythm as she got off on the hit and miss technique, but it grew more erratic as her arousal bordered frustration. She cupped my ass cheek, raised her leg and pulled me in closer. I flinched as my cock pulsated a hot, throbbing near eruption as it felt the sudden change of temperature and jelly slick entrance pulling at its purplish head. I halted the forward momentum, stopped nibbling around her stone like nipple, and clamped a splintered wooden clothes pin on the yearning button.
She winced, fingernails dug deeply into my hip. "Am I working it, baby?" I taunted as I watched her struggle to regain composure. I pulled away from her, still holding the attached clothes pin, I handed her the other one and said, "Put this on the other one!!" I applied pressure and twisted tightly clamped nipple, "Okay, okay, I'll do it!!!!", she half whimpered. Her hands shook as she slowly pinched her other nip with the rough wooden object. I jutted out and followed the heaving pitch of her swollen melons as her breathing became hard and rapid.
I re-lodged my cock back between her honey pot and pulled the pins, effortlessly she fell into step as her knees grew weak from the varied sensations gnawing and heatedly tingling her now ultra-sensitive areas. "Papi, you're crazy!!!!" She stuttered breathlessly as her senses rode the fine lines of pleasure/pain. I tugged a pin, she winced, I smiled, then instructed her to, "Suck on this dick, I need you to suck slow and deep." Simultaneously, we spun around in the narrow space. I held both pins and watched as her wet, welted ass cheeks spread and covered the side of the tub. She slyly looked into my eyes, smiled then started to gently nudge my hands away from the pins. "I won't remove them, trust me." She promised as she pulled and twisted the pins herself.
"But, my pussy is ablaze and I need you to kiss it long and slow..." When she spoke the words long and slow, she draw her middle finger along the now gaping slit, suggestively widening thighs. I knelt into the cramped space, but my tongue could barely touch her outer lips. So I laid flat in the tub and she stood over me. The hot water briefly pelted my face until she straddled my face and lowered that sweet discolored tulip over my full and willing lips. I looked downward, through a small space between my chest and her lowering ass cheeks, I could just glimpse my cock standing alone, neglected. I then looked up, only to glance the sticky web like glaze, smeared on her saucy cunt folds, hovering above my lips. I stretched my tongue out, probing along the tender outer folds. I alternated my firm tongue so it would glide the exposed smooth bulbous clit. Her approval came in hisses as she squatted lower. My lust plagued brain numbing the pain of the tub's steel bottom pressing on the back of my head.
I teethed along the noodle thin folds, sucking them all into my mouth, allowing the slick folds to slowly slip free. She now slid her pussy to and fro, dragging her slippery stiff clit over my forehead, roughly down my prominent brow and then lingering when she reached the wide flat bridge of my nose. Her pussy's nectar streaked every contour on my face. When she rode the sloping bridge, my tongue circled and probed her snug, puckered sphincter, it caused her to bounce precariously over my oxygen deprived nostrils. I was given a reprieve and inhaled deeply as she slid her shivering cunt onto my stubbled chin. Her clit resting on my lower lip as she fucked my bristled jaw. I shifted and jutted my jawline, bumping it hard against the underside of her cunt's interior. Her fingers grabbed at the back of my head as she attempted to pull it closer into the smacking hot mass. I reached up and let my hands follow the curves of her now shivering figure. Our hands met, as we both tried manipulating the pins, still violently quivering from her bruised nipples, she had beat me to it, so my hands felt and caressed her forearms, then the flanks of her back, until I reached the top of her shoulders. I opened my hands wide, clamping firmly onto her cool wet shoulders and commenced to pulling her full weight onto my face. Her whole body rocked, her lower body paused briefly, then as though trying to start a fire, she stroked her pussy up and down the lower half of my. From the top of my nose to the squared tip of my chin, the friction grew feverish. She bumped her pelvic bone hard, several times on the varied protruding orifices of my face. Her hips braced, tensed, then relaxed as her pussy hole held tightly and squirted a scalding hot torrent of love nectar.
I hungrily lapped at it, each time my tongue ran over her clit, she tensed and shook. She begged me to stop, yet her pussy became impaled on my sorely stiffened tongue. Her fingernails dug sharply into my scalp as she barely announced, "I'm gonna cum again. Oh my.....!" The tingling fires of climax engulfed her senses as she wildly rocked up and down my face. I shook my head side to side. The frantic movements of her hips grew erratic, her body convulsed. I drew in precious gulps of air each time her body came up, then firmly re-planting herself. Abruptly, she froze, the wild bucking replaced by tremors throughout her entire body.The grip of her fingernails ebbed and flowed from the orgasmic waves washing over her. Her body slumped as though lifeless. I raked my incisors over her super sensitive clit as a reminder that I was still down here.... She laughed, I could feel her vaginal muscles contract on my chin, as she apologized, "I'm so sorry, baby. I almost lost more than I care to admit..." she said blushing crimson.
I was blinded by the soft glare of the bathroom's fluorescent light. "Mmmmmmm, baby, you can kiss my pussy anytime. Too bad I gotta go", she said as she grabbed a towel and began drying off. I rose from the tub stiffly, my neck had developed a crick and the underside of my tongue felt like a perforated C-U-T- H-E-R-E line had been worn into it. I turned off the shower's tap, stepped out dripping wet, but instead of grabbing a towel, I grabbed hold of a still attached clothes pin and tugged it. She winced in pain, grasping my wrist, trying in vain to pull the offending hand toward her. "What the fuck you doing?", she angrily questioned me. I twisted the pin causing her to kneel. "Owwww!!!!" she howled. I quickly released the pin and roughly grabbed her dump thick locks, snatched open the door and dragged her struggling ass, back into the bedroom.
She held my wrist, trying to support her weight as her hip scraped then slid on the freshly waxed floor. Though I had just stepped dripping wet into a cooler room, my cock still bobbed heavily into her face, after I flung her, by the hair, next to the bed, then stood before her. My eyes were wild with fury. "What the fuck you mean you gotta go!!!!!" I scolded heatedly....
A pure white flash of lightening filled the room's windows, quickly followed by two bloodcurdling loud of thunder. A chorus of "Oh shits" could be heard outside as numerous car alarms blared from different parts of the neighborhood.
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Reversal Of Fortune Pt.5 (Please Enjoy!!!!!)
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Posted:Nov 13, 2008 12:33 am
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2008 9:04 pm
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I allowed a broadly stretched grin to creep across my lips as I let my right hand's grip loosen from her mangled mass of curled locks. In a sympathetic tone, I paraphrased her plea, " You must promise not to shove it down my throat, okay".... Well, I didn't, did I???
Rubi nodded her head, half in agreement and half in shame, for reasons unknown, she felt the need to please him. Her eyes were puppy dogged as she searched my face for any signs of understanding. Pieces of dried, flaky foliage clung to her face and forehead with the aid of a sweaty, tear stained sheen that shone waxy in the dying sunlight.
My cock's rigidness had begun to slightly wane. Placing a finger under her chin and lifting her face upward, I said "Try again." With an eager swiftness to her movements, she positioned herself before me and engulfed my cock's semi- flacid state. This time her hungry mouth took in the entire length. Her pouting lips shimmered with slick, heated saliva. It rolled down her chin, creating a silvery web when it touched, then parted from my leathery ball sac. Each time she bobbed away, her throat was met by a new hardened measure of pulsing man meat. Determined to conquer her gag reflexes, she accommodated more and more. My mind's eye was now envisioning a dark, snug tunnel. She sucked firmly, focused. So much so, it felt as though my balls lifted and fell from the suction.
The feelings left me nearly weakened. I now towered over her, as she feasted with abandon. My fingertips toyed with the moist ringlets atop her head as I closed my eyes and took everything in. I felt the warm mid summer breeze blowing softly over the area on my knee, where she had only moments before, been grinding her little naughty cunt on. Still wet, I mused silently. I let my head fall back as every sensation rippled through, flowing like the texture of a silkened ribbon being lightly ran over my entire being...
Besides the rustling of her nose poking into my musky, wiry pubes, the sky had darkened, and the sounds of large drops of cooling rain broke through the canopy of treetops and onto my broad hot shoulders. I inhaled deeply, she continued without coaxing, everything felt right. Wordlessly, I thanked my Creator, while taking in the sounds of nature. I could hear the crack of nearing thunder, and, even with closed eyelids, I could count the quiet flashing of lightening bolts becoming more frequent. On the gusting wind's wings, drifted the many aromas of the woodlands; like the sapling, the maple, the sickly sweetness of pine needles, and the dark acrid smoke of tobacco and sickening stench of stale rum.... TABACCO!!!!!!! STALE RUM!!!!!!!
Soon the sounds of barking and howling broke the serenity of the incoming storm. The deep voices of angry men and the heavy plodding of hooves stomped the nearby mud ladened trail. Twigs broke, above the tall brush, the yellow glow of advancing torches approached. The rustling bushes and the metallic clicking of shotgun hammers echoed in my ears. The dogs, the damn dogs. I knew they were drooling heavy and hungry. I could hear their paws in the mud, their speed increasing, they were closing in. Rubi, was totally oblivious, in fact, she held my flanks tighter. A white brilliance blinded me as the cussing search party mowed down the thick brush... Those damn dogs!!!!!
My heart raced, mouth dried and body drenched in sweat. I surveyed my surroundings. The dogs were those of my negligent neighbors. I blinked my eyes several times and stood up. I was in my bedroom. It was a fuckin' dream... My cock's head was sore though. I must've been grinding the bedding. I stood in amazement, the realism. I even knew the girl in the dream. Miss Rubi, was actually Ms. Rubie, a co-worker, my supervisor, to be exact. A bitch to most, but I dug her. I stood by the window and watched the falling rain make the asphalt turn dark and shiny, like black glass. From the corner of my eye I saw that the answering machine's light was blinking madly.Two calls missed, I must've been knocked out...
I pressed the play button and a female's annoyed voice came on, " If I could've, I would've stopped by someone else's place. I just got my hair done and wanted to grace your abode until the rain stopped. Are you home?!? Hello, hello??? Damn, you fuck!!!!" A satisfied curl came to the corners of my mouth as I savored her moment of discomfort. I listened for the time the messages were left, they were back to back, and only 5 minutes ago. I stepped by the window and saw a shadowed figure leaning against the brick wall under the wide portico. I pulled on a pair of sweat shorts and raced the two short flights to the lobby.
There she stood. In this neighborhood, she couldn't stand in the lobby, for her own safety, but if they knew like I knew, they'd regret messin' with her sharp tongue. I smiled, as I opened the heavy steel lobby door. She stepped in angrily, spun on her heel and pointed a manicured finger in my face. " You mean to tell me your ass was sleeping!!!?" I was perplexed, her outbreak was as though we had this meeting planned. Had she gone crazy.
"Look, you're the one out of place. Why me, anyway?" She stepped toward the elevator, demanded what floor to press and dismissively said, "You were closest..." I was speechless during the brief ride...
As we walked to my apartment door, I informed her I didn't drink nor was there much to nosh on, she rolled her eyes and said "It figures." I turned, opened the door and wondered to myself, why did I like this bitch. She held her trench coat out for me to hang up, I wanted to throw it on the sofa, out of spite, but she sat on it before I could do it. So I hung the wet , black trench over my bath tub....
I liked Ruby. I did my best to hide it. In the office, she snapped at co-workers and lauded her authority over others with a vengeance. She extended herself when she felt like it, but most thought her to be a bitch and spoke ill when her back was turned. I, on other hand, felt she only treated those who deserved it harshly, and the fog of office politics often clouded her true vulnerabilities.... I privately gave her the name Sugar Gal.
With the long trench casted off, I was able to see the contours of her fine frame. The wrap-a-round dress she wore highlighted the contours of breasts and hips nicely. I bet she had on a push up bra, the way her cleavage bulged full and defined.Sheathing her calves were a pair of fine leather boots that snugly hugged her toned limbs. I sat in the loveseat, across from her, and couldn't help being attracted to her inner thigh. I could see the lacy tops of her black garter. The stretch material held the firm thigh the way I imagined in so many daydream scenarios.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs, snapping me out of a near trance... Assuring me she only wanted to dry off and would call a cab shortly. I told her to let me know when she was ready to go, I'd lock the door. I got up and went back into my bedroom. I could hear the angry clicking of her boot soles stomping toward my door, and her figure perfectly filled the frame. "Am I that unpleasant?", she inquired, taking a step in without permission. " I didn't want to crowd you," I said in a matter- of- fact tone. "You tend to act as thought you want to be alone, so I'm giving you what you want."
I had laid on my side. I was wearing gray mid thigh sweat shorts. Unknown to me, the leg of my shorts had hiked up, revealing the tight, shiny, dark helmet of my cock. "So you think I want to be alone," she said almost breathlessly, as she sat her rounded ass near my knee, placing her soft hand an inch away from the pulsing python. I smiled knowingly, but it wasn't gonna be that easy....
"Wait!!!!", I spoke suddenly, almost too loudly. "This would complicate things, are you certain it's what you want?" Her eyes narrowed into slits and she nearly growled, "Right now, you're the only one complicating things.." She attempted to pull at the drawstring on my waistband, I sat up and told her to stop acting like a slut. Her eyes widened and she took a swing at me, I dodged her fist and grabbed hold of her wrist. She tried with the other and I snatched that one. I turned her momentum against her and flung her around. Her elbow caught me sharply on the chin. My temper sizzled as the tang of blood touched my tongue. I clamped down on the small of her neck and forced her face into the mattress, her pleas were muffled. I reached in front of her and undid the slip knot that held her dress closed. It opened effortlessly. Now her elbows flailed wildly. I let her gasp some air, but before I could plant her face back, she yelled, "You had your chance motherfucker". I gave her neck's scruff a tighter squeeze, and hissed wickedly, " This is my chance, bitch!!!!"
As I held her in that position, her dress slid to the side and her sweetly scented thong exposed itself. I hooked a finger around the tempting string and pulled upward. She protested. I stood up further and pulled back my right hand, SWHACK!!!! It came down hard. Her ass cheeks reverberated. I rubbed the assaulted area, and then came down harder, repeatedly, THWACK, SWHACK!!!!!! Her hands clung to her ass, searching, in vain, to shield her crimson red cheeks. I tugged hard at the thong, she moaned, tried to kick at me, I roughly seized her leg and pressed my knee into the soft flesh of her calf. Then heavy handedly, I rained several sharp flat slaps to the now welted surface. I released her neck and pulled her up by the bun she had pinned up on the back of her head. Her eyes were blood shot, and face tear streaked. She actually snapped her teeth, as though attempting to bite me. I mushed her face, she fell back onto the bed, without thought I stuck my knee hard between her legs and parted them, she protested, and quieted when my hand came down hard upon her cheek. She looked at me sideways, contempt flared, I tauntingly smiled back. "This what you want boss lady?" My comment/question provoked her to new bouts of violence.
I pulled hard at the string of her thong and roughly tore it off of her. Her supple ass glowed an angry crimson. The force of my tearing the thong caused her ass to poke up into the air. Her slit glistened wetly in the room's low lighting. I delivered a another unexpected blow, keeping my fingers loose, as I did it, a digit found its way around the contour of her ass cheek and onto the moist limp folds of her pussy lips. She winced in pain, and taunted me with ,"Is that all you got, faggot?" I pulled back and delivered an identical blow, her ass clinched, but she pushed it out further. "I've- been- a- bad -girl, daddy", she huffed, looking back at me, biting into her lower lip. "I know baby"... Intentionally, I aimed for the crack of her ass SCHACK!!!! The tips of my fingers slammed into the hood of her clit and she squirmed on her belly, hands, cupping the quivering pussy. My cock strained against the stretchy fabric. Her yearning wetly streaming down my fingertips.
"You'sa mean motherfucker", she said, not trying to hide her relief/excitement. I stepped out of my shorts, knelt between her legs and growled, "Stick your ass back up here!!!" "No", she moaned, complying fully. Again I rubbed her assaulted ass cheeks, and again she flinched, anticipating blows that didn't come, this time. I reached down and felt for her clit. I stuck my thumb onto the underside of it and pressed, the nub stretched it's shiny head out, and then I pinched it. She let out ohs and ahs and quickly closed her thighs onto my hand. I pried my hand free and playfully tapped her to resume the position, she did, and I began to rub the head of my now dripping cock into the swollen crevice. I cupped the welted pillows and steadied myself, she started to anxiously push back. Impatiently, she began to whine, frustrated. I smiled satisfyingly. I laid my torso's length along her back and let her position my cock over the dewy entrance. After a few near hits, the pulsating head caught onto the fevered cunt lips. Her body shook with fiery anticipation as the meaty length slowly entered and opened her snug pussy wider. The top of her smooth ass slid over the rough coarseness of my pubic hairs, I reached under her and pulled at her aching nipples. I let the weight of my hands dangle freely, causing her nipples to painfully stretch while twisting and tweaking them. Her hips came back unexpectedly harder. Her shoulders lowered further causing her pussy to open wider. I could barely find enough loose flesh on her tight ass, so I dug my fingernails into it and pulled her back. I could feel my balls bouncing onto the sensitive folds of her cunt and clit. I leaned forward, kissed her earlobe and whispered, "Who's boss now?", through softly pouted lips, she whispered back, " You are daddy", and then I sank my incisors into the fatty tissue of her ear's lobe. I pulled back on it. My abs atop her back caused both to become slick with perspiration. Using the salty lube, I found it easier to slide from side to side as I probed the clinching muscled walls. I swayed my hips to and fro. I pressed and grinded the underside of my cock's bristle like pubes against the twitching swollen nub. It created a fiery friction which produced a heated tingling sensation that permeated every living nerve ending.....
I stuck my thumb into her mouth and she began to suck hungrily on it. The syrupy consistency coated very inch of my thumb, I drew back onto my knees and pressed the fat long digit against the puckered hole. She protested, but she placed her hands on her ass and stretched those hot cheeks further apart, allowing me to slide my thumb in, deep and without resistance. i could feel the topside of my cock still throbbing through the thin membrane that separated each compartment, the ridges of her pussy made it nearly impossible to focus on the task at hand. With my free hand, I pulled her head back hard, I grabbed so hard a stray bobby pin stuck under my fingernail. Her back was arched to an extreme angle, her ass cheeks reached well over my belly button. Without warning, I withdrew from the sopping confines of her pussy and barely slid into the tighter confines of her grabbing sphincter. Her eyes widened and her hands reached for my flanks, trying to push me away, I tugged harder on her bun, and she settled. I worked the thickening girth deeper. She managed to reach my chest and nearly pulled my nipple off . The sweat that ran into the wound only spurred me on. I slapped the underside of her thigh and grabbed both hips and slammed her back toward me. Then, with greater force, I pushed upward causing her ass to lift skyward, letting it impale itself on my engorged cock's full length as it slid slowly back downward.
"My clit's on fire, papi!!!!" As the friction grew more pronounced, my own bodily function seemed to go awry. It was becoming difficult to focus on any one thing.I kept losing my grip on her waist. She was now gyrating those full hips, my mind couldn't grasp the direction. I just knew the sensations were intensifying. My balls tightened, as the veiny meat stalk widened. I tried to keep rhythm, but her pace was becoming far too frantic to keep pace with.I dug my fingertips into her slender shoulders and pulled her back toward me, my central nervous system, I imagined, was sparking madly. "SHITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She hissed, "Oh God, yes, daddy, yes!!!!" Her limbs went limp, nearly lifeless. I firmly slapped her ass cheek, and nearly slurring my words, drooled, "squeeze it, mama, milk this dick, baby!!!!" She did, and I lost it! My cock 's girth broadened, even with the sopping wetness of her out turned hole, it became harder to simply slide in and out. I was paralyzed by the overwhelming sensations that, first drizzled, then showered my whole being. Fingertips dug in, I froze, you began rocking, milking each pearly droplet from its steamy chamber. My body grew limp, lifeless, I leaned my weight to the left side and you took the cue and followed down onto the sweat spotted bedding. Still milking me, still gyrating your hips slowly.
My cock, still deeply lodged within, I reached around and softly grasped onto a breast, ran my calloused palm over your still enlarged nipple and kissed the nape of your reddening neckline.... You snuggled back onto me, simultaneously our eyelids grew heavier.....
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Sexy Brains!!!!!!
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Posted:Oct 24, 2008 4:06 pm
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2011 3:06 pm
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I recent came across a site that was more politically inclined. Current TV, to be exact. I got involved because I felt that most people on this site were more interested in my cock's head than what was going on with me intellectually. Some of my comments were aired on TV recently... That was cool...
Don't get me wrong, this is a sex site for adults, and I never got that twisted, but, for me, there is so much more to life than trying to impress or get laid by total strangers. I admit, it does have its appeal and most of the women I've met have erotically aroused me in ways I never imagined, yet I have hit a wall when it comes to expressing how much I'd like to fuck you.
One of the sexiest conversations I've had with a woman on HotMatch.com had nothing to do with our genitals. There were no embellishments on our abilities to please each other. We simply talked, generally, and inserted a few flirtations, but there was nothing that was fueled only by lust.
I possess an active imagination and I enjoy using it, but as sucky as my life may seem at times, it has never been so bad that I felt the need to blur the lines of reality with fantasy. I rather be honest, and be accepted for me than tell you what I think you want to hear... If you're short and fat, so what, tall skinny people have flaws too. I guess that's why I hear some people complain that some people avoid face to face encounters. It's more than likely they projected an image they have no way of supporting outside of the cyber realm. One thing I dislike is someone who places value on the most shallowest shit. Or those who act as though anything with depth is too exhausting to fathom.
In this day and age, wherein everything from our politics to our corner stores play on our ignorance, no one can afford to "dumb it down"... We as Americans are viewed as intellectual air heads. A perfect example would be the political arena. McCain plays on the ignorance of people who have no idea what the difference is between a terrorist and a Muslim. Sad thing is, not many want to go out of their way to learn the distinctions, they rather take the word of someone, McCain, who is just as questionable in motive as he portrays Obama. The fact that McCain voted against Martin Luther King's birthday being celebrated as a national holiday, in Arizona, caused me to raise an eyebrow, but he then picks a woman, like Palin, who, as a mayor, tried to pass a law that required victims to pay for their own kits.... Who does that? Why are they still in the running? Simple, very few bother to look beyond what's presented to them. Face value, exploitation of their fears and prejudices. It was tactics like that which brought Hitler to power.
There's nothing wrong with sex and the pursuit of it, but realize that your brain is capable of handling more than its most primal urges and that being in the know or being knowledgeable isn't a punishment, in fact, it can prove to be very beneficial....PEACE
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How You're Appreciated (In My Book)
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Posted:Sep 1, 2008 12:47 am
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2011 3:00 pm
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Trying to set the bar a bit higher for myself when it comes to blogging more frequently. I see since starting this blog I haven't really averaged that many at any given time of the month. I hope at some point, the excess of my mind fullness will prove worthy of your comments as they flow forth, some like torrents of water, others like the slow syrupy roll of my love lava, hahahaha....
I dislike people who feel the need to hide aspects of their true selves in order to appear more appealing to someone else. I am 42 yrs old. I have my health, whatever else in life can come a close 2nd, as far as I'm concerned... I love women secure enough with themselves to admit their true age. Don't shave off 20 yrs and then wonder why "he" left after a few "dates", which only occurred at night.
I believe you must give what you expect in return. Youth is beautiful, but fleeting. A wisp of smoke the colander that is life always seems to let waft away. Live, Love and Love Living is all that should matter to any secure man or woman... Scars aren't permanent wounds, they only serve as reminders of the pains that once were... Just try to remember what caused them and try not to repeat them again, I know, why to simply....
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Hmmmmmmm, The Shit People Value.....
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Posted:Sep 1, 2008 12:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2011 3:03 pm
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I am sitting here, listening to the TV, MSNBC, to be exact... They, like other media outlets, are gorging themselves on the Gustav Hurricane frenzy.... I've gotten used to that but one thing I refuse to comprehend are....
Those damn fools who refuse to leave their homes when they are told to do so. I mean 2 million other people couldn't possibly be following a hunch. I mean, no one wants to be looted but if your shit comes from Rent-A-Center, let that shit float on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I watched a situation where the mother of a 6yr old, refused to leave her own mother and sent the off with other relatives, whom, I assume, carry the "bright gene", because they didn't even look at the news cameras when they picked up the little girl and put her in the pick-up truck.... I mean I love my MaMa, but I would've drugged her ass or asked God's forgiveness and knocked her ass out... Now this dumb ass chick is cooped up with her mother, while her brain is wherever her baby is... Unless, that was a little bad ass. In that case, I would've left her bad ass behind. Just joking, but WOW!!!!!!
Have you ever smelled the water that surrounds New Orleans???!!?? That shit stinks, even as I type, the most accurate word that I can muster at this moment is the word SHIT... Which brings me to the question, why would you want to salvage furniture that's been floating in shit??? WHY??? Are they going to set their couches on the front lawn to dry, and swap tales about how the drab green and rust plaid sofa almost got away, but with God's grace and the drifting carcass of the neighbor's dog, I was able to secure it to the chimney.....!
I am always astonished when I hear and see situations like this, and how many people will put their lives at risk just to keep some other jackass from stealing their property. I mean WOW!!!! If anyone wants to steal some soggy shit, be my guest, and here's the receipts too... The water that comes over that levee is about the equivalent of you taking a dump and pissing, then putting fish, various toxic chemicals and other "stuff" in a pot, then tossing it around your room. That should give you a vivid idea what being in that particular flood would be like...
Ironically, this happens to be the 3rd year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.I may seem to be making light of the tragedy, but I'm not... In fact, for 6 months, 5 of my cousins slept in my 2 bedroom apt, until they were reunited with their in Texas... So I have 1st hand experience in feeling some degree of lose, but no matter what. I'll never let the line between life and property blur... I can always get a new sofa... And personally fart it up, reallllllll good!!!!!!! Myself. hahahahaha
Suggestion... In situations like natural disasters, most law enforcement, from what I've been told, are given orders to Shoot To Kill, when confronted by resistant looters. I usually don't condone excessive force, but if a motherfucker wants to steal a soggy Rent-A-Center sofa, I say kill'em, then kill'em again, because that mofo was desperate!!! Who does that? Float around devastated flood areas and case places for loot that's been submerged in foul water, WHO!!!??!??!?!?!?!? Is their day job grave robbing???? I know, they are human Pinky and the Brain types.... I mean, I don't wanna be in my apartment when the toilet overflows, let alone Lake Pontchartrain coming through the door, floors and windows.....
Oh yeah, my suggestion, lock the fuckin' door and get your asses on those free evacuee bus seats and shut the fuck up and thank your God for this country's ability to provide, this time around... But, in all seriousness, I pray God protects the innocent, the valiant and the poor soul who stayed with her mother.... And pets for you animal lovers (Freaks)....
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Touch My Cock, Plz.......
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Posted:Aug 26, 2008 5:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2009 6:43 pm
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Ladies, I love the touch of a woman, the delicate touch. Please mind your manicures. I think well maintained hands, fingers and toes are the sexiest.
I remember once have the unpleasant experience of having one of my pubes caught in the jagged talons of an otherwise hot young lady. I mean, hygienically she was good enough to eat, but those fingernails fucked me up something harsh. Every time I think about it, I'm reminded of the childhood pain of having a finger smashed in the see-saw, or the burning sensation of scraping the heel of my palm when I ran, fell and slid on the playground.
Otherwise, I love and want some fine woman to touch this dick, bad. When I think of the many ways you ladies take hold of a cock, it is almost as exciting as when I think of the various ways a woman prepares to give head, that's a whole other story...
Some women tend to hold my cock overhanded, directly holding its head, like a knob, others tend to hold it underhanded, my cock's head resting above her wrist as their soft fingers grasp the midway point of my shaft. Some times, I dare try to gauge my cock's girth by the space left between her index finger and thumb... Or by the amount of times she's able to grasp its length... Hopefully her hands aren't bigger than mine, or I might go home feeling mad inadequate, hahahaha...
Anyway, I like the contrast her fingernails make against the dark veiny flesh of my cock, especially if their painted a light colored shade... Red, white, pearly gates, and certain shades of lavender are very sexy... I love a woman's touch, especially when they are aware of the sensitive equipment being handled. Some women think because the guy they're with is ruggedly handsome or just being a man, that somehow they can do whatever and I'll just grin and bear it... Bitch, is ya carazzzzzzzzy!!!! Handle with care.
I'll be as rough as you'd like but don't act as though it doesn't feel cuz its hard... It feels everything, even the weather in other counties, hahaha...
I'll end it here cuz I see there is a lot I can write about on this subject, but for now I need to get this cock touched and I have a likely candidate standing in front of the building right now... But honestly, I want one of YOU ladies to toch this cock, because I've placed you on par with the likes of Playboy Bunnies, in that, you're seemingly improbable and intangible, but not impossible... So until next time.... Aloe Vera......Shea Butter... Or the warm, silky, milky texture of this sperm.....
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Posted:Aug 18, 2008 2:46 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2008 3:09 pm
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Though I've come across many different attitudes and nut cases, since entering into the world of cyber communication, I cannot help but be awestruck, astonished and amused when I come across those who put so much stock in the user names of those they meet, online...
For example, I met this real hot chick once and sent her an invitation to join my "Friend Network", she emailed me back saying that she loved my pics and my profile was great but she couldn't get passed "a grown black man with the name Punkybrewster." I still get a case of the giggles when I read that...
But are screen names really that deep? Should I be judging the content of one's persona by an alias??? I hope not. When I first started this online venture, user names were amusing to me, funny, attention grabbing. I'm more than certain there are those who want to be depicted as their name suggests, and I have no problem with that...
However, I know many use this medium to conceal perceived flaws. Whether it be doctored or airbrushed pics or plain outright lies on their profiles, many choose to live vicariously through alter egos or mental avatars. I chose my name because I am the exact opposite. I am NOT white, NOT little, and NOT a girl. I am NOT gay nor am I a pedophile...
I just happen to be a man with a sense of humor. I am far too modest to call myself one of those generic cock/dick names like "MassiveManMeat" or "HammeringHotCock, or whatever else... I rather let a woman judge for herself, which is why I posted pics so there wouldn't be any question as to what's really going on, if cock size happens to be her concern. But if her concerns are my personality, likes & dislikes, etc., then she's shit out of luck if she thinks she'll be able to peer into my soul via my user name.
I recommend if there are those who seriously seek something meaningful from this, they should stop gravitating to the shallowest aspects of a person's character and learn to de-cypher bullshit, but that is only if it is depth of character that you desire, otherwise carry on, and good luck.... hahaha, I was just thinking, I used to think only "smart" people owned and used computers, hahahaha how "smart" was I?hahahaha
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Gettin' Wet.......
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Posted:Jul 29, 2008 3:42 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2008 3:41 pm
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Tonight I found myself in a bitter/sweet place, where the desire to have you came into direct conflict with the cold sheeted fact that it wasn't possible... As of yet
I wanted to become a wizard or some other entity of magic just so I could appear behind you in the shower and after muffling your screams, I'd try assuring you who I was and you needn't fear my presence...
Of course, I would've done this while holding a handful of your wet locks. Pulling your head back toward my lips, so I could whisper my words... Naturally, I'd be nude, and the combination of the warm water and your wet backside pressed back against me would provoke a reaction from my manhood.... My erection would stick out rigidly and poke into the firm fleshy cheeks of your ass. I can see your skin ripple with goosebumps.
I reach around and run a calloused palm over the tip of your tit's hardening nipple. Your ass responds by pressing harder against me... From my sensitive tip, a message is sent asking my brain to distinguish what kind of wetness and heat was I now feeling... Was it the warm soapy shower water or was it a soft kinky hot wetness of what I've long desired.... The latter came true as you backed up further, I could feel the distinct parting of your hungry cunt's slit parting. In a half worried tone, you whispered "I hope you don't have soap on it." As the roundness of your ass neared my lower torso, I answered in a shuddered breath, "It's all you, baby..."
It seemed as though you'd never stop coming closer and I was in awe of the visuals that engulfed my mind's eye as I felt every slick pulsating, clenching tightening hot inch of your silkened womanhood... I place a hand on the center of your back a nudged you forward. You acknowledged the gesture and bent over. Upon doing so, it felt as though you had opened up annex of snugness that automatically drew me in. Simultaneously, we pressed toward each other. The slickness of the shower's tiles made it almost impossible to maintain traction, so with finely manicured fingers, I dug into the ample suppleness of your ass and dug them in deeply.
Before trying to slam that pussy, I decided to grind my hips to and fro. It felt as though my cock's head had been introduced to an even tighter hole. Each time I pulled back, your pussy briefly followed, for the suction was great and induced near orgasmic warmth. I had to compose myself, because I wasn't gonna let it end just yet. I smacked your ass cheek and motioned for you to lift your leg onto the side of the tub.
I leaned back, and upon stroking, I could feel the coarse hairs of my balls brushing over the stiffened clit. I saw you bite your lower lip as you tried to maintain your balance while grasping at the steamy slick tiled wall. You reached behind and held apart your cheek further. It caused me to slide ever deeper into your sopping muff. The heat emitted from within, felt soothing on my tightly muscled abdomen. With a wet swhack I slapped the side of your cheek, sending a stinging sensation throughout your glistening ass, you began to buck and rock. My foot slid and I gripped you shoulders and pulled you hard against me. We now formed an erotic letter K.....
"Daddy," you you whispered sensuously... "Yeah, baby?," I spoke in a dream-like tone.... "No one's home tonight." I could hear the smile come over your lips as they formed the words..... I felt the sting of soap enter my eyes as they widened in surprise....
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Am I Crazy?????? It's Okay, Be Honest!!!!!
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Posted:Jul 7, 2008 4:12 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2009 6:17 pm
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I had to ask myself, because I like doing certain things some may deem nutty.... Like when in the act of foreplay, I get off on sucking tits. Seemingly normal, right??? Keep reading....
I love to suck on the nipples, regardless of size. But I also love to explore tits. I love kissing the underside, and feeling the their heat. The underside of a woman's breasts emits a great deal of heat and if it could be bottled and sold over the counter, I'd be a fan club president.....
Then, when I locate one's "Spots". Those areas a woman may want teased, taunted, touched and fingered.... I once told a very good friend that I passed the "naughty" stage, at least, 20 yrs ago. I am very nasty, depending on partner's hygiene and a few other key factors, but I possess an imagination and love for the female anatomy the prevents me from being squeamish.
I think my love for pussy is maddening.... I love playing with the clit and I never ignore the slick folds. I love trying to hold the slippery bulb in between my index and ring fingers... I find it difficult to hold it for any given period, but the ensuing results have always been favorable... I especially like "biting" down on the base of the clitoris and feeling it stretch out until it touches and sometimes presses passed my tongue..... As a , I was taught not to neglect the outer lips and that even the inner thigh can part an important part in the act of oral sex... I love if my partner has ample hips, I tend to act as though I were quenching my thirst from some kinda Grecian vase or something.
Plus, simply running my hands over the contours of a woman's body has an effect on me. Whether rough or gentle, I love a woman's bodily response. When a woman becomes aroused and in some cases, covered in goose bumps, or becomes flushed, I know I am heading in the right direction.
I'll end this here, for even now as I attempt to convey my love for the feminine form, I find that my sanity teeters on the feverish longing for a certain someone.... I sometimes question my sanity, because I am presently holding out for 1 particular lady/woman, who has managed to captivate my interest... In another post, I might share to just what extent I've gone to .... Peace All
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Can I Pull Your Hair????
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Posted:Jul 7, 2008 12:19 pm
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2009 2:35 am
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Haven't had much to share lately, but last night, during a conversation with a friend, I thought of something I'd like very much to do, and that's to pull a bitch's hair....
I've done it before and enjoyed the reaction, but I've come to learn there's so much more to the act than just tugging on a few strands. The surge of power that becomes evident is intoxicating, I think it has something to do with being free of the conventional realms of "straight sex"... It may also have something to do with the fine line of playing and being serious.
I'm not an abusive person, but the thought of a woman letting me exert some of my physical strength on her during what's supposed to be an act of intimacy and tenderness definitely has it's appeal. To look in her eyes and see the mixture of lust, fear, and wonderment, regarding what's next, excites me. And if she is willing to resist, fight back, makes the act that much more intense.
Just the thought of her clawing at me, trying to bite, the unexpected slap to the face. Trying to wiggle out of my grasp, while I struggle to position her over my knee, that's sexy. Pinning her hands above her head and taunting her for being helpless and feeling her buck her hips in a feeble attempt to free herself. The more she struggled, the tighter my grip becomes. Very sexy... Our breathing grows hot and heavy from both exertion and wanting...
And even if I allow her to "win", I benefit because her body is atop mine. Her heavy breathing makes parts of her body more pronounced. Her breasts heave and to see her gloating over her "triumph", smiling as though she'd conquered a mountain. Feeling the sheer fabric of her panties rubbing against my hardening cock becomes almost too much to bear. And if she knows what affect it's having on me, that's even better... After awhile, I'd probably "try" breaking free. Probably try biting her nipple, and, of course, she'll let me.
What I love about biting nipples is that nipples are surprisingly tough to be so soft. I like putting tension on my jaw, so the entrapped nipple feels as though it would be snipped off if it pulled away. Then to lick around the area where my incisors bit into adds something indescribable to the contrast of pain and pain relief....
Smacking those ass cheeks. I need a chick with cheeks. I love the sight and result of the force applied when the ass is struck and one can see the cheeks retreat toward the lower back. It's almost like watching the tides on a beach. The assaulted flesh grows pink, red, then deep crimson as the whacks grow harder, louder... I always wonder what will her limit be, and in a combination of frustration and amusement, I am aroused by her resolve not to give in, holding out, taunting my strength, being rebellious. I' love to make her flinch when she anticipates a whack that doesn't come when she expected. Seeing the now red hot ass cheeks clench, harden then relax, only to stiffen again, after I sneak a firm blow to her rear... I like running my hands over the heated surface of her ass and feel for the presence of welts...
Or simply pull her head back via pulling her hair, and begin teething on her warm neck, seeking out any loose flesh. Feeling my teeth seemingly trying to pierce through the thin layer of skin covering her pulse. Even nibbling on the ear lobes then, without warning, biting down, allowing the ear to slowly slide out with a little resistance. Letting the edges of my teeth scrape and rake its impression onto it. Just to hear her sighs of pain and pleasure as a result, very nice...
What if she scratches, good. Even after the act joins the events of yesterday, the mere bodily function of sweating will serve as a reminder of the night before as the sweat rolls into the lacerations and burns from it's salty contents.... No matter where either one is found on the globe the cause of the burning sensation would not be soon forgotten or ignored... An act starting off so rough and harsh then blossoming into the most sensual of lovemaking, almost like make up sex, but without the residue of a grudge the next day...
Just knowing there's someone to share what others may deem deviate or taboo makes one feel free and un-judged. Basically feeling loved. No shame, just understanding. One can only marvel at the degree of specialness involved. So now you know why I asked "Can I Pull Your Hair????".....
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A Perfect World... To A Friend
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Posted:Jun 12, 2008 3:14 am
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2008 3:51 am
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I just read a friend's blog, who posted a thread called In A Perfect World...
A perfect world would consist of only us enjoying the erotic fruits of our natures. Your every whim would be my own wish list. Surely my only wish is to fulfill that which you deem neglected.
Lay on your stomach and let me lightly run my fingers over your smooth back. I just wanna see the goose bumps rise over the supple flesh. How long before the feelings become unbearable? Hmmm. I've glimpsed your inner beauty and know that you possess an appreciative spirit, so all my efforts would be relished, needed...
We both know the benefits of a loving touch, yet the barriers of latex and the risks of venturing beyond holds nothing worthy of losing... But knowing I'm able to go through the motions, with you as my co-pilot is a most satisfying consolation....
I just wanna taste your blend. Inhale deeply of your carnal aroma. Drink deeply of your erotic nectars. Fall asleep in my arms. I know your nights have been lonely, cold. Only the harsh blue glare of a laptop monitor and the imaginary visions of what you truly yearn for.
Many a night, I thought of how excited I'd feel just standing over you as your body shivered from a heated session of lovemaking. I always try to picture just how reddened your pussy would get from the prolonged pounding I give it. Would I taunt an already overly sensitive area or would I allow you the chance to regain your composure. How long has it been.
Can your toys really compare. Can they whisper lovingly in your ear. Can they raise your hairs on end, without touching you. Can it make you feel loved or do you yearn an unattached lover. You're too passionate to be so jaded. Your toy can't suck on the sexy symmetry of those full breasts. Insanity looms each time I ponder the wonders of possessing you for even the briefest of moments, but I dare risk it. Can your toy run fingers through your hair and tell you how soft and fragrant it is, of course not...
You needs are far to serious to be toyed with. Forgive the pun, but the world isn't perfect...
We are the sums of our experiences... It is said that everyone gets a turn. At what? Who knows, but if it applies to encounters with you, I bide my time like a stone wall. Nothing shall move me except your simple touch, a touch I achingly yearn to feel. Warm wet lips. If only to feel your breath rushing over the top of my upper lip as we kiss. The wet slick dance our tongues would do in the secret darkness of our interlocked mouths. Would our eyes close before our lips touch... I need to know the answer... Does your desire burn as hot as mine?
If I were an artist, I'd dedicate each painting to the effort of duplicating your God given loveliness, near impossible. If I were a writer, I'd dedicate each word to describing the angelic beauty your inner personality showers upon those privileged enough to bask in your presence... So divine... Forgive my shamelessness
Without you, A Perfect World is just a ball of dirt to me....
 
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Whatever You Say/Said....
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Posted:May 31, 2008 2:02 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2008 8:06 pm
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No matter what occurs in this world (real and/or cyber), it only matters that I live to see the next day.
Why do some people feel the need to lie unnecessarily?
Everyone has the right to change their minds, everyone.
No one should feel pressured to please another if it isn't in their heart.
Nor should they feel it necessary to act as though they want to do whatever it is they don't really want to... YOU aren't really all that!!!
I'll survive...
I cherish friendships, I really do, but when it appears that the friendship has become one sided, shady, stagnate, a waste, I much prefer being friendless. YOU aren't doing me any favors...
The truth has a way of softening the blows of disappointment. If I say I love you, but you don't feel the same way, don't be a phony and say what you don't feel. Honesty produces understanding, which produces a clearer perspective... Nothing is muddled nor is there any question as to what is REALLY WANTED.
I only regret learning YOU weren't as real as YOU claimed to be. I hope YOU find what you seek and hopefully it's what YOU truly need... I've grown weary of the maneuvering it takes to get a half truth or questionable answer. I'm tired of having my intelligence insulted. I really wish YOU were as real as You wanted others to be with YOU.
Is YOUR world so warped that YOU think being FULL of SHIT is sexy or intelligent???? WOW!!!!
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Fuckin' Justice!!!!! :)
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Posted:May 30, 2008 11:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 12:28 pm
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During my youth I was very rebellious. I guess you can say I was your average . I experienced many adventures and misadventures. Each experience proved to have consequences. Of the varied consequences I've endured, the lose of my freedom had proved itself to truly be bittersweet.
I was in the latter part of my 18th year. Unfortunately, that milestone was marred by my being incarcerated on Riker's Island. When I was 17 yrs. old, I tried to avenge the attempted of my only sister. To my dismay, a self defense defense is only valid if you're rich or influential. I was neither. Plus, I was told that vendettas weren't recognized, by law, as justifiable. Anyway, I was sentenced to 4 1/2 to 9 years for the offense of 1st degree assault.
I was resentful and bitter upon arriving at DownState Correctional Facility, the first of numerous State prisons my stint would take me to. The very first cell I was given, I noticed a book on the bunk. Considering where I was at, I automatically assumed it was some sort of hardcore novel or soft core Joan Collins crap, but, to my surprise, it wasn't. It was actually the Autobiography of Malcolm X. One of the many things I learned from reading it was that he and I were in similar predicaments. So I adopted the philosophy " Do the time, don't let the time do you." Hence I pursued furthering my education.
I was the first to receive a G.E.D. and start college out of all my siblings. One of the main perks of going to school were the many civilian women who were employed by the State as teachers, aides and administrators. Of course, fraternization between inmates and staff, of any ilk, was frowned upon, and punishable by termination or solitary confinement, but the laws of nature and attraction would not, nor could not be ignored.
In my second semester of college, one of the classes I chose was Criminal Justice 101. What better way to properly learn one's rights. To my delight, my instructor was female and very open. She made me feel as though we were conversing on a park bench in Washington Square Park. She told me she was a former hippie and was even a biker chick, at one point. She was currently a traffic judge, for a small township named Cortland, in upstate New York. Her open disclosures were very welcomed compared to the guarded atmosphere I had grown accustomed to. She had long thick locks of fiery red hair, and I admired the contrast when it flowed over her milky white, faintly freckled skin.
I remember during the final 2 weeks of the semester, wracking my brain as to whether I could risk telling her how much she turned me on. It had been at least 3 yrs. since I last been with a woman. Many scenarios came to mind, but each ended with me being hauled off to solitary. I finally decided to go the tactfully sublime route. Before her class began, I removed my boxer drawers, and cut a slit between the legs of my state issued green pants. When I arrived to class, I took my usual seat up front. I was the first one there. We exchanged greetings and I sat down. My heart was racing. But I couldn't turn back. When she sat at her desk, I started with idle chit chat and slowly revealed, what had now become a full raging hard on. I wanted to be a bit more subtle and reveal a half hardened cock, but it was out of my hands. Her eyes widened and she immediately stood up. My heart pounded in my ears. She went by the classroom 's windowed door and peered out. A wave of relief washed over me, when she turned, faced me and said she had always wondered about me and was so glad that not only was I tall, but that I was a "big boy" too.
She put a chair beside her desk and told me to sit there, I obliged. To any one passing the room it would appear as though we were just talking, but actually, she said she wanted to smell the scent my cock gave off. By now, my cock was plank rigid. It seemed to throbbing-ly nod its approval as she peered at it. I wanted her to touch it... I needed her to hold it. At this point, my hands were the only contact I had known in so many years. I asked to look under her dress, and she slowly parted her legs. My breathing shortened when I saw the plump, ever moistening mound that pressed against the cottony fabric of her panties. Suddenly she shut her legs and squeezed them together, her eyes became sultry slits and her bottom lip whitened as she bit down on it. Then she went limp. Her skin was a flushed reddish pink, and a mix of relief and exhaustion overshadowed her features. She smiled at me and said that I was too much. I asked her to hold my cock. The pleasure I was feeling was beginning to rage for release. My balls were swollen, and the cum within felt as if it were bubbling back into my stomach. It would have proved impossible to close my legs now. I took her by the wrist to pull her toward me, but she swiveled away from me. She told me she wanted to relieve me of my load, but that we can't forget where we were and that if she touched me, she wouldn't care if she were caught or not. There was too much at stake. Plus, she observed, there weren't any blind spots in the room.
Eighteen months later I was released on parole, and we stayed in touch. A year later we finally got together. She had come to New York for some kinda legal seminar held at The New York Hilton..... To be continued.
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