December 2003 Archives

But I think Blogger might be going after people who aren't showing ads on their sites...

(and I quote)

Size Matters, Naturally

Start the New Year off right, get the bigger thicker penis you always wanted.

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Now, my question to you is who exactly is the target audience? Because I think a lot of people I know want one.

Really, dangerously alive.

I crave it.

Hooded eyes
Brain descended into cock
Only moments until
Cosmos
Created
Destroyed
I am
Overcome

And then nothing.

Who was that?

All of these blogs with Betty Page pictures are making me hard.

Me and Maculate Deviant might be going to tag-team you...

More to come.

(Yes, I did mean it that way.)

Jesus... How can I help?

"...I'm on fire!"

Tender.

A feast for the tongue.

I get the best email.

I'll never tell.

Naughtiness gets you what you want.

"If you sit
On my lap today
A kiss a toy
Is the price you'll pay."

"You sure do treat me nice!"

Here's to getting every bit as good as you give.

;)

Santa Claus Is Back In Town

Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling on the ground
Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling down
Well you be a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town

Got no sleigh with reindeer
No sack on my back
You’re gonna see me comin’ in a big black Cadillac
Oh, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling on the ground
Well you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town

Hang up your pretty stockings
And turn off the light
Santa Claus is comin’ down your chimney tonight
Oh, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling on the ground
Well you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town

-Elvis

There would be great joy in the unwrapping.

And that would be all that mattered.

I'm glad you're here.

I was going to blog a sad entry, but you've made me feel better.

Thanks.

Do you think you can take it all?

Cock.

Wanting to have my way with you.

You delicious tease.

I will leave marks behind.

Count on it.

I think I look a little like that guy.

Yeah, I know you're all covered head to toe at the fitness club. But God how nothing is hidden in those skin-tight exercise clothes.

It's not distracting in the least.

Fortunately I don't look around much while I'm on the treadmill. I've learned my lesson that looking around can be dangerous. Sometimes comedically. Sometimes...

Does anyone ever have trouble viewing this site? One reader said it wasn't working with her IE... I would hate for that to be true for anyone!

Come live with me in The Land of Misfit Toys.

Sometimes I want to hold on to you. To have as much of my body touch yours as possible.

Because I need you.

Did I say it was a long story?

Sounds like something I would say...

But it is.

How much time do you have?

I love it!

Look at you sitting there, like you own the place.

I'm undressing you with my eyes.

I love skin.

The best thing about when you're all covered up is the unveiling.

Hot.

And smooth.

And so edible.

Yes.

Let me get those off of you.

I insist.

No, no. Sit back down.

Let me slide those off of you.

I love to watch the waist band as it slides over your thighs.

Past one knee,

Then the other.

Sliding down silky calves.

Heavenly.

And now those legs are free.

Until I grab your right leg.

Slowly.

Bring the arch of your foot toward my face.

So I can bite.

Just a little.

Watch you.

Your leg jerks a little.

But not free.

I slide my cheek along your shin.

Then twist myself a little under your calf for another bite.

A little harder.

A little longer.

I wait until you stop moving.

Then I proceed to your knee.

I kiss the inside of your leg.

I lift your leg so I can lick behind your knee.

Then I bite where I kissed.

Just so.

My eyes on yours.

The fingers of my right hand advance down your thigh.

My left hand travels down the outside, then stops.

I hold your leg firmly and alternately kiss and nibble

Along your inner thigh.

Getting warmer.

Inching closer.

Kiss.

Nip.

Kiss.

I open my mouth wide against your thigh.

Almost there.

I slide my teeth along your skin, nearly closing my jaws.

Then I reverse, opening my mouth as my teeth slide along your skin.

Opening wide, then sucking, then sinking in my teeth a little.

I slide you forward on your chair.

Might as well be an altar as I kneel before you.

Thank you goddess for this gift I am about to receive.

Spread your legs.

Yes, put them over my shoulders.

Goddess, yes.

I find you with my tongue.

Slowly licking.

Tongue tip now sliding between.

Encountering your nectar.

Deeper in.

The tip of my tongue moving.

Moving up and back in short movements.

Up and back. Up.

And I find your clit.

Tracing over lightly.

Flicking lightly.

Then the flat of my tongue against you.

Up and back.

Slowly with more pressure.

Up and back.

You approve, I hear you.

As I work my tongue I open my eyes,

Flick them up along the length of your torso,

Tonguing you,

My eyes meet yours

Briefly.

You lose focus and your head drifts back, eyes closing.

I close my lips around you and suck,

Pulling you into my mouth.

Where I can flick my tongue.

And release.

Circling and over.

Pressing.

Flicking.

A finger slides into your pussy.

You approve, I hear you.

With my finger I slide in and out.

Slide around your opening and back inside.

Tonging you.

Finger slides out.

Two fingers slide in.

Sucking you into my mouth, flicking my tongue.

Fingers rotate, sliding in and out while pressing up.

Tongue pressing and flicking.

Your breathing is more ragged, I hear you.

Fingers curl a little.

Find the spot.

You approve, I feel you.

Making love to your clit, keeping my tongue moving in different ways.

Massaging you on the inside.

You keep approving.

I hear and obey.

You feel my tongue.

Your body approves, I feel you.

You tell me:

Right there.

I stay moving the way you told me.

Tongue.

Fingers pressing and stroking.

Your breathing changes.

Tongue.

Fingers pressing and stroking.

MMMMmmmm, yes.

Your breathing ragged.

Tongue.

Fingers pressing and stroking.

You approve, I hear you, I feel you.

I hear you.

I feel you.

Fingers stroking are squeezed.

Tongue flicking feels movement.

Come, lover.

I hear you.

I feel you.

Fingers stroking are squeezed.

Tongue pressing firm against clit moving.

Yes, baby, yes.

Keep coming for me.

Yes.

I wait until you stop moving.

I stop moving.

Gently withdrawing.

I look up at you,

From between your legs.

Licking my lips.

I'd rather lick the bowl...

I do not recall lifting my ban on words like that.

At least you didn't use both. Don't prove me wrong, or I will take it out on your Flipside.

Pick your punishment.

I'd like to bring my train into the station with those high, round...

Make you see the air change and distort.

Give you something to replay over and over.

Doesn't make it all better. I know.

I wish there was something I could do to take that pain away. I that it made you frustrated. I know it feels unfair. Believe me, I know that sting. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

But I want to thank you for your openness about your experience.

I started Strattera. I'm on my fourth day. I think it's going to make a difference and I wouldn't have thought to try it if you hadn't written about it.

And I want to say also that you are marvelous and complex and so much more than a few pieces of paperwork. I've got stashes of mail that old, too. And I'm doing more or less OK, so that mail must not be that important in the grand scheme.

Plus, look how deftly you handled the situation. Someone else might have been reduced to panic or despair. You dealt with it and moved on. Jesus, I would never have thought to call the financing company.

"I'm going to need a Ritalin smoothie to concentrate on this mess!"

Who's your bad boy?

to say "No?"

How could I refuse?

Does it hurt when I pinch your nipples?

Does it feel better when I gently rub your breasts like this?

When I circle your nipples delicately? When I roll them between my fingers?

Does it hurt when I pinch your nipples?

Does it feel good?

Beautiful breasts. Soft and supple. Nipples reddened and erect.

Isn't it electric when I pinch?

Yes.

Pretty wrists tied to the headboard. Slender arms above your head. You can't stop me.

I love to see you squirm as I trace my fingertips along your arms. Hear you gasp.

Mine. For me.

Kneading your breasts again.

Suckling.

Then teeth.

The helpless sounds you make.

Doesn't it feel good?

Answer me.

Fingertips tracing along your stomach.

Rising and falling with each breath.

Yes.

I reach the mound above your pussy and circle with a palm, first gently then pressing more firmly. Pulling and pushing. Pulling and pushing.

Your legs relax. I see your hips begin to rock.

Abruptly I slap that mound with my hand.

Slut!

And you become rigid with fear. Trembling.

Open your legs.

My hand slides down, trying to get between your legs.

At first you do nothing. Just looking at me with wide eyes.

I slap your pussy again.

Open your legs.

Trembling still. Not moving.

I set my jaw and look into your eyes.

With a hand firmly grabbing each leg, I force them apart exposing your pussy.

I feel heat radiating from you.

I raise a hand as if to slap your pussy again, but I do not.

Such a sweet pussy.

I slowly bring my hand to you. Slowly stroke the folds of you. Gently exploring the heat of you.

I spread the wetness of you.

I slide slippery fingers on each side of your clit. Slowly back and forth.

You're breathing harder. Your hips start slowly rocking again with the rhythm of my strokes.

A soft moan escapes your lips.

I stop moving.

Such a slutty little pussy you have.

I begin to stroke very slowly.

Such a fucking slutty wet pussy you have.

I circle your clit then slide two fingers into you.

I slide them back out and rub your clit more firmly and slide them back in.

I think you want to get fucked.

I think your hot little pussy is saying "Fuck me."

I slide my fingers out of you and start gently squeezing your clit. Rhythmically.

Is that what you want?

Your breathing has become heavy again. I start gently rubbing you.

You nod quickly and spread your legs in response, exposing yourself fully to me.

Tell me.

You moan softly again and look me in the eyes.

I stop, removing my hand from you all together and raising it slowly.

Tell me what you want.

"I want..." You whisper.

Louder.

"Iwantyoutofuckme." You say quickly. Your voice unsteady.

I cock my head to one side, looking into your eyes.

Tell me. Again.

You avert your eyes.

Now.

"I want you to fuck me."

You look at me with your eyes wide like you didn't know you would say it like that.

Yes. I say slowly.

Yes, I will fuck you.

I climb between your legs and put my hands under your knees and lift up. Then I push your legs back toward you farther until your hips and ass rise up to meet my cock.

I adjust my hips to penetrate you.

Yes, I will fuck you.

And I slide my cock all the way into you.

And I growl with pleasure as I slide into you again and again.

My hips bang against you. Needing to get into you.

I see your breasts move with each thrust as I fuck.

I see your wrists straining against the restraints.

I see the determination in your face as I feel your pussy squeeze my cock.

My eyes become heavy lidded and the sounds I make come from deeper in my throat.

It's so good with my cock inside you.

So good, baby.

I feel you squeeze me again as I thrust.

Growling. Growling.

I feel you squeeze me again which sends me.

Sends me to that place where I am only my cock.

Where there is nothing but your amazing pussy. Squeezing.

I am cum. I must come. I thrust my come into you. The involuntary squeezing inside me driving me mindlessly. Everything.

Bliss...

I am gasping.

Breathing. Air.

The world returns. My cock still deep within you.

I contract and stiffen my cock. And once more.

I feel you squeeze me in answer.

I fall against you. Feeling your softness and warmth.

I'm trembling now.

Did I ever tell you?

I do.

Where would I find a place like that, exactly?

God help me.

I want to animal fuck.

Heat in your eyes.

Intensity in mine. Becoming half-lidded.

The sounds I make.

In you deep.

Animal in me.

I understand why that would make some want to be gentle with you. In fact I have that impulse in me.

But I don't think you want that.

You want to feel alive. You want to hurt somewhere other than inside.

Come here so I can spank you. I want to leave pink handprints. I won't be happy until you've had too much.

Will you keep count for me? (I'm not asking.)

I'm glad it was Sandra.

Lil learned a lot, but ended up looking like a hypocrite. Sandra was real the whole time. *Plus,* Sandra rocked the very first day.

And I'm sure as hell glad it wasn't Johnny Fairplay. I would still like to punch him in the face. But that's my problem I guess.

skirt up and bend over

Yes. Do That.

I'm always honored when I find out others have linked to my site. Surprised, but honored.

And I always follow up on links from other sites, trying to imagine what it is, exactly, that sparked the interest.

But I like it a lot, too. Makes me feel connected and understood. Appreciated even.

Thanks!

You were born to be wild.

I'm not sure if that was the right spot...

The way I feel when you take the stick in your hands.

The way you know exactly the right stroke to get what you want.

Yeah,

I'll play.

Red. Or pink.

Are lethal.

Kiss my ring.

Heh...

I'm ripping my CD library. It's amazing to me as I go through the stack how just the names of groups and the titles of songs can evoke vivid memories.

And how quickly the songs go to my pleasure center, turning me into the heartsick romantic or the fire-breathing demon.

For example:

Tonight (after finishing my Christmas music) I resumed ripping in the "Ds." It's been a while since I have worked on this project, but digging through directories on my hard drive I figured out that things looked complete through Depeche Mode, but a Devo album wasn't there... so that kinda made it clear.

Ripped two Dream Academy albums. Fantastic chapter of my young life that represents. The start of some of the few amazingly correct decisions I have ever made. Takes me right back to the winter when she took me out and played it in her car because she thought I would like it. I did. Went to see "White Nights" and we ate at a diner uptown. Wish it was still there.

Ripped a Dokken album: Tooth and Nail. My favorite song was "Alone Again." Classic rock ballad, IMHO. Very angsty. But the album is pretty hard hitting other than that. Songs like "Bullets to Spare" and "Turn on the Action." Lyrics like "Don't close your eyes or I'll be there..." I dug it a lot at the time. Whilst I was also listening to the likes of Frankie Goes to Hollywood. Oh, and Depeche Mode.

But anyway, the girl who bought me the Dokken album said it reminded her of me. Fuck, I was a seriously shy boy who still took church seriously, sixteen without a driver license, and a bit of a goody-goody to boot. But she saw Dokken. God bless her. Too bad I was so afraid of everything then. I could have had a lot more fun. She was a hottie and I will never ever forget the perfume she wore.

Then I came to another tasty album called "The Sickness." Disturbed. God, I love that album. Except I don't know exactly what it means when he screams "I'm droppin' plates on your ass, bitch!" (I'm such an adult.) I love the staccato delivery in the song Voices:

Let the li- ving die
Let the li- ving die
SAY!"

Yeah. I used to scream those songs at the top of my lungs roaring down the freeway dreaming of driving into oncoming traffic. I was a sick puppy. It was perfect.

Be wary when I listen to a lot of Metal (or Nu Metal, or whatever the hell the kids are calling it these days...)

Dirty Vegas. Yep, I bought it because of the damned Mitsubishi ad. (And Telepopmusic and Groove Armada. I'm such a demographic.) It's pop, and not as electronic as you might think. And I had it before my friend did, so I win.

Digital Orgasm. Yes, I bought their CD. And I still fucking like it. Techno was already pretty much over by then, becoming ambient, becoming trip-hop, or whatever now generically all labeled "electronica." But I never stopped trying to recapture 1990. DO is half cheesy house, half hard-core Techno. I don't know how well it works, but there are a few strong tracks. Half of DO is Praga Khan, successful in Europe under his own stream and also working with the likes of Lords of Acid. Who I also love. You can pry my "I Sit on Acid" 12" single out of my cold dead hands.

Which reminds me... Does anyone have an MP3 of Tales of Taboo by Karen Finley? I have a dubbed copy on cassette... If I have to digitize it I will, eventually, but I'd prefer to have it without the tape hiss.

Which brings me back to Devo. Yes, it's the fucking Greatest Hits disc. I'm through being cool. And I don't have a turntable to digitize my "Gates of Steel" record, OK?

Stupid computer! Can't you rip any faster?

You say faster so I go slower first.

You want to wait but I wont let you.

And you're so close, if only...

No.

Looking like I'm going to take a swing with the belt, but stroking you gently.

Lulling you.

Making the crack and sting all the more surprising.

Not striking in a rhythm.

Gentle strokes with my hands.

And hard pinches.

And warming your bottom because you are very naughty.

Besides, I am a tease.

I look for your words.

I wonder what you think.

You're part of me, too.

My cable modem connection was down for a long time last night/this morning.

That's not sexy at all.

I know you're not meek.

My dark eyes burn with excitement at your struggle.

Is it the tangle of knots you prefer?

A pretty gag in your mouth?

Or shall I slip off my belt?

When you're petulant.

Try to resist me.

I would never expect you to do everything.

In fact...

I might go as far as restraining you.

But you do everything?

Oh, no.

I didn't realize it immediately, but after I had been awake for a while I realized I had dreamt about her. I'll be damned if I remember much other than that I have the general sense it was positive.

Why did I dream about her?

Why?

It started snowing heavily here this morning.

I think we might already have an inch or so on the ground—we're supposed to get a few.

I posted a picture of snow-covered pine trees close to where I live.

I watched a movie from the 50's. One of those all-singing, all-dancing things. Won't say which one because it was damned silly and I only watched it for the trivia.

The costumes were mostly demure, but OH the legs...

It was gratuitous and I loved that.

Legs.

I will notice.

And it does make me want.

I want to follow those sexy legs to right where they meet.

Right now.

Don't make a sound

Holding your wrists behind your back

Grabbing your hair and pulling your head back

Biting

Fingering

Not a peep

Fucking

Shhh

Not yet

Quivering

Not yet

Play with your nipples

Not yet

Rub yourself, baby

Not yet

That's my girl

Come for me

Now

Yes

Yes

Yesss...

As a novelty seeker, I am becoming frustrated by the amount of repetition in porn. Is it bad when I recognize the sets used in the shoots over and over again? Is it bad when I get tired of looking at some of the porn stars? Is it bad when I know the women in the girl-gets-tricked-into-sex videos are paid models because I've already seen them on other sites?

I need a new hobby.

Or new pics.

Got any?

My head hurts as it readjusts to my regular med schedule, but otherwise I am not in such a funk as last night.

I did a walk/run on the treadmill this morning for about 55 minutes, too. That helps a lot also. So, I think I'm gonna be OK for now.

Thank you for worrying about me.

I’m typing this while I’m watching the LOTR special on ABC. May I just say that while Liv Tyler is very easy to look at, I really dig Cate Blanchett. I’m sure that has nothing to do with the figurine of Galadriel that I kept on my desk at work. I’m such a freak. Silly boy.

I’m feeling really sorry for myself tonight.

I would much rather spend my life online. Forget about the shit I can’t deal with.

Everytime I spend time behaving in ways that are normal, I seem to have an equally intense rebound into complete ADD behavior. Anytime I’m in the throes of either type of behavior, everything seems normal. Fine.

No it doesn’t. I have no idea.

I’m told I’m exhibiting the classic signs of depression. Still.

So tomorrow I’m going to call to make an appointment to see a counselor again.

I slept until 2:00 pm this afternoon. Fuck. Business hours. I might already have had an appointment if I hadn’t slept through the entire day.

I want the world to operate on my schedule. Which is effectively no schedule.

I’m petrified of getting a job working for an “ultranormal” company. I can do the fucking job, but don’t expect me to be there at 7:59 every day. If you get hung up on that I will let you down. But you will never have an employee more devoted to getting the job done the best way possible.

But people want to bust my balls for the schedule shit. Yet you’ll love me when I stop my life to call you in another country because you took the advice of a tech support person who doesn’t understand my network.

But I still want to work. I just wish things could be a little more on my terms.

And I think I need someone to punish.

Then I will cry salty tears and beg to be declared insane.

And I want a laptop that has a Microsoft Natural keyboard. There’s your evidence.

"...So what is wrong with
Another sin?"

I was surprised to find the large number of melons on display. I would swear some were 10-15 percent larger than the others.

I find that melons should be firm and feel heavy for their size... and the more fragrant they are, the better they will taste.

It's all about the senses. The way they look, the way they feel when you grasp them firmly—but don't bruise them in the store...

Wait till you get them home and you can get to the wet, delicious flesh inside.

Bacchus, thanks for the mention!

I spent some time hunting last night and came up with the images I used in my new banner. That coupled with a tweak to my stylesheet means that my page looks effectively the same in more browsers. Identical? No...

Meanwhile, still no sign of a job and I've masturbated four times in the last 24 hours.

In part due to my research for images for my banner and in part due to blog entries like this one that made me hard.

Not to mention (OMG) the lovely email and images I have been receiving lately...

Let's see, I'm at home all alone and I've got this raging erection... yeah, I think I will masturbate.

Did I ever tell you that you're the best?

Show me how you would take me in your mouth.

Show me the way you would use your tongue.

Show me.