Black As My Soul

I Like to Watch Your Expression

As I enter you.

We Lost a Good One

Shit
Piss
Cunt
Fuck
Cocksucker
Motherfucker
Tits

We need to keep paying attention and asking questions.

Thank you for all of the laughs, George.

Rest in peace.

Pigtails and Ponytails Are Under-Rated

I really do love my Flower.

She put her hair in 'tails just for me.

Aw, C'mon!

OK, so today Miss Angel Wings has braided her hair.

Two braids. In front of her shoulders.

Guess where the braids end.

Almost There, But Not Quite

I find myself wishing that Twitter had gone live about 5 years ago. Based on the simple browsers available on phones today, it is the perfect mobile format. What's more, you can have Tweets from folks you follow sent via SMS to your mobile. It is a perfect way to be public yet private and intimate simultaneously.

If I could have done then what I can do now, BAMS would likely have never been a blog. A majority of my early Blogger posts would have worked really well in that format, as would some of my serial short story experiments.

The Twitter paradigm (or something like it) really needs to be exploited for erotic ends, though I would suggest that while nothing in the Twitter Terms of Service says that you can't do it, there is nothing that says they won't delete accounts or content at will, either.

At any rate, while I have thought often about Tweeting as Sinner, it's premature. I would like guarantees that I just don't see.

Can you hear me knocking?