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Rodin-esque
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Bravo!
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Sweet Mother God of Fuck.
True to the point of damn near inspiring me to start my own ultra private ultra exclusive bdsm club
I have no fucking idea how I missed this. Watch it before enough ass-hats report it to get it pulled down.
God I wish I could make it all happen for everyone individually. Even only if it's just for you. Because you are who I thought of.
Also...
Fucking thank you.
Seriously. Thank you
True to the point of damn near inspiring me to start my own ultra private ultra exclusive bdsm club
I have no fucking idea how I missed this. Watch it before enough ass-hats report it to get it pulled down.
God I wish I could make it all happen for everyone individually. Even only if it's just for you. Because you are who I thought of.
Also...
Fucking thank you.
Seriously. Thank you
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After, like.... the 900th viewing of the DM remix video I posted above
There is one thing that pisses me off
It somewhat pissed me off during the first 3 viewings
But it was eclipsed by how much it pissed me off
That they didn't simply use the origin song and I wasn't sure if I liked the remix
Anyways...
What pisses me off
Is how perfectly beautiful everyone is.
Yeah, I get it
Marketing
That; and that men and women alike
Do not wish to see themselves
Represented in their fantasies
But ideal versions of themselves
So I guess I'm kinda over it now
Just as I'm kinda over not liking the remix
I'm not quite to the point of seeing if I can find it on iTunes yet but I may be getting close.
What I think I may be struggling with
Is this pervasive belief that we all cannot possibly be sensual/sexual unless we are "pretty" --however we may individually define the term.
Fuck-all fact-of-the-matter is that we all sensual sexual beings always have, always will be. Granted we have our off days. And yes, some just plain gave up which is indeed sad. But it's still there correct?
I mean... we still like getting turned on don't we? It's fucking fun as all get-out! Too bad none of us are hot
Yeah. I'm being a total ass because I know I'm hot. Seriously. Look at me. I'm hot as fuck. I'm like... volcanic hot. I melt motherfucking mountainsides. I'm like... Center of the fucking sun hot.
I know. Now I'm being a dick.
But you know what? So are you and everyone else. You won't let me be ugly. You won't let me be hot. So what the fuck am I or any of you all supposed to be?
Fuck this bullshit.
This is why we masturbate right? No one to argue with. No need to wonder if we're doing shit perfectly awesome. We can even admit to ourselves that it's taking too long and getting kinda boring because all the porn shit we're looking at we have already seen so we will perhaps pick it back up later in the day and not feel like horrible worthless sexual failures if we don't
And by "we" I mean "me". And, you know...
No. Im pretty sure I'm the only one
Fuck I suck
But boy do I look fan-fucking-tastic shirtless!
for now.
Fuck this shit show! I want ice cream. Chocolate. No. Vanil.... No. I want chocolate.
Yeah. Chocolate.
And I want it dished up on the small of some woman's back. A fair skinned Irish lass because I like the contrast. Fuck... while I'm at it I'll take a scoop of vanilla too served just like that of the chocolate but on the small of a dark skinned woman. FUCK YEAH! And fuck my life let's go full on neapolitan. Someone! I need someone who's skin contrast with strawberry ice cream!
...and a cattle prod.
There is one thing that pisses me off
It somewhat pissed me off during the first 3 viewings
But it was eclipsed by how much it pissed me off
That they didn't simply use the origin song and I wasn't sure if I liked the remix
Anyways...
What pisses me off
Is how perfectly beautiful everyone is.
Yeah, I get it
Marketing
That; and that men and women alike
Do not wish to see themselves
Represented in their fantasies
But ideal versions of themselves
So I guess I'm kinda over it now
Just as I'm kinda over not liking the remix
I'm not quite to the point of seeing if I can find it on iTunes yet but I may be getting close.
What I think I may be struggling with
Is this pervasive belief that we all cannot possibly be sensual/sexual unless we are "pretty" --however we may individually define the term.
Fuck-all fact-of-the-matter is that we all sensual sexual beings always have, always will be. Granted we have our off days. And yes, some just plain gave up which is indeed sad. But it's still there correct?
I mean... we still like getting turned on don't we? It's fucking fun as all get-out! Too bad none of us are hot
Yeah. I'm being a total ass because I know I'm hot. Seriously. Look at me. I'm hot as fuck. I'm like... volcanic hot. I melt motherfucking mountainsides. I'm like... Center of the fucking sun hot.
I know. Now I'm being a dick.
But you know what? So are you and everyone else. You won't let me be ugly. You won't let me be hot. So what the fuck am I or any of you all supposed to be?
Fuck this bullshit.
This is why we masturbate right? No one to argue with. No need to wonder if we're doing shit perfectly awesome. We can even admit to ourselves that it's taking too long and getting kinda boring because all the porn shit we're looking at we have already seen so we will perhaps pick it back up later in the day and not feel like horrible worthless sexual failures if we don't
And by "we" I mean "me". And, you know...
No. Im pretty sure I'm the only one
Fuck I suck
But boy do I look fan-fucking-tastic shirtless!
for now.
Fuck this shit show
! I want ice cream. Chocolate. No. Vanil.... No. I want chocolate.Yeah. Chocolate.
And I want it dished up on the small of some woman's back. A fair skinned Irish lass because I like the contrast. Fuck... while I'm at it I'll take a scoop of vanilla too served just like that of the chocolate but on the small of a dark skinned woman. FUCK YEAH! And fuck my life let's go full on neapolitan. Someone! I need someone who's skin contrast with strawberry ice cream!
...and a cattle prod.
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I cannot tell you...
How many girls I danced with to this song during my middle school/high school years
I do not want to admit to the fact that I belt out this song at the top of my lungs while driving alone in my car--and always have. But I openly will
It's the stupidest fucking thing
Also... it's a surprisingly long song.
And not a really good one to dance with girls when in middle school. Or ever at all, really.
Thank you Mr. Michael for such a guilty heartache for all these years. And years to come.
How many girls I danced with to this song during my middle school/high school years
I do not want to admit to the fact that I belt out this song at the top of my lungs while driving alone in my car--and always have. But I openly will
It's the stupidest fucking thing
Also... it's a surprisingly long song.
And not a really good one to dance with girls when in middle school. Or ever at all, really.
Thank you Mr. Michael for such a guilty heartache for all these years. And years to come.
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I have a Facebook friend...
a high school classmate
Some time around the 5th or 6th grade she was my girlfriend. We were what... 11 years old?
I am not entirely sure how we became boyfriend and girlfriend. It seems to me that we were appointed. I was 11 for fucksake. What the fuck did I know about acquiring a girlfriend?
Nevertheless; as many of you women know all too well, the physical and sexual maturity difference between the two particular genders at that age, well... I'm pretty sure I hadn't quite caught on that I needed to use deodorant everyday yet. Meanwhile she was all Vanilla Fields.
It was short lived. I wasn't even sure how we were no longer a couple but we weren't.
There was no languishing brokenhearted moments or anything. At least, not on my end. Which is actually surprising. Apparently I was more of a man then with better things to do than dwell on what another may or may not be possibly feeling because of me.
She was into horror movies. Like... horror movies. And by "into" I mean she watched them like one watches regular TV. I'm not entirely sure how she managed to see so many. This was all pre-Internet. Back when musicians and the music industry was being indicted on charges of obscenity and the corruption of children all across America. 18 was the age you had to be to rent an "R" rated movie. A full 7 years away from 11.
I was of course intimidated. I'm not much one for horror movies now. I sure as shit wasn't into them then.
She liked talking about them. But not like "...and there was all this blood and it was fucking rad!" But also not in some bullshit intellectual sense either.
I remember sitting in a boat under a blue tarp overwintering in someone's backyard in town. It was cold. She was talking about one of the movies she saw. I watched her as much as I listened to her. I think that was when my hyper-focused attention to every observable thing intimately before me kicked in.
I watched her as she spoke, looking downward at her feet. And then mine. And then back to hers. Eye contact on such a level was still uncharted. Yet to be fully tested.
Her knees were together.
Her thighs....
She had dark brown hair. Almost black. Her eyes just the same. If it were not for her bone structure she very well could have passed as Native American.
To this day I wonder how much she's responsible for establishing the type of woman I find myself attracted to.
She found them exciting. The horror movies that is. They turned her on. And looking back, what made it all so great was that she didn't carve an identity out of it. She wasn't foreboding, she wasn't Gothic, she wasn't into self-harming. She was just as she was. She transcended the cinematic pageantry and cut straight to the emotion of suspense and fear and it was always so... new to her.
She would look up. And we would make eye contact and she would smile her Mona Lisa smile and be happy to have someone to share this about herself, and wedge a hand between her thighs and leave it there, clutched tight as if to keep from sliding further up towards her body.
Whenever I post an image of some kind about myself on Facebook she is always among the first five to "like" it.
Always.
After we inexplicably unknowingly broke up way back in the day we kinda just did our thing. Never talked or hung out or hooked up. Never kissed. And I don't ever remember even hugging her.
Yet every time I see her "like" I feel something. Some kind of connection. A more.... adult, dark connection.
I am well aware how warped and skewed my perception tends to become sometimes--much of the time. And I do what I can to police it and ground myself and not see things the way my emotions want me to see them. Nevertheless; each time she makes the admiration of my work known it is as if she's saying "I saw you before you even saw yourself. I know you, just as you know me..."
And fuck if I don't want to reconnect and intimately observe her once again. This time fully aware of just how capable I am to bring about the same kind of feelings she feels while sitting at home, in the dark, watching the same kind of movies she enjoyed so much as a child.
a high school classmate
Some time around the 5th or 6th grade she was my girlfriend. We were what... 11 years old?
I am not entirely sure how we became boyfriend and girlfriend. It seems to me that we were appointed. I was 11 for fucksake. What the fuck did I know about acquiring a girlfriend?
Nevertheless; as many of you women know all too well, the physical and sexual maturity difference between the two particular genders at that age, well... I'm pretty sure I hadn't quite caught on that I needed to use deodorant everyday yet. Meanwhile she was all Vanilla Fields.
It was short lived. I wasn't even sure how we were no longer a couple but we weren't.
There was no languishing brokenhearted moments or anything. At least, not on my end. Which is actually surprising. Apparently I was more of a man then with better things to do than dwell on what another may or may not be possibly feeling because of me.
She was into horror movies. Like... horror movies. And by "into" I mean she watched them like one watches regular TV. I'm not entirely sure how she managed to see so many. This was all pre-Internet. Back when musicians and the music industry was being indicted on charges of obscenity and the corruption of children all across America. 18 was the age you had to be to rent an "R" rated movie. A full 7 years away from 11.
I was of course intimidated. I'm not much one for horror movies now. I sure as shit wasn't into them then.
She liked talking about them. But not like "...and there was all this blood and it was fucking rad!" But also not in some bullshit intellectual sense either.
I remember sitting in a boat under a blue tarp overwintering in someone's backyard in town. It was cold. She was talking about one of the movies she saw. I watched her as much as I listened to her. I think that was when my hyper-focused attention to every observable thing intimately before me kicked in.
I watched her as she spoke, looking downward at her feet. And then mine. And then back to hers. Eye contact on such a level was still uncharted. Yet to be fully tested.
Her knees were together.
Her thighs....
She had dark brown hair. Almost black. Her eyes just the same. If it were not for her bone structure she very well could have passed as Native American.
To this day I wonder how much she's responsible for establishing the type of woman I find myself attracted to.
She found them exciting. The horror movies that is. They turned her on. And looking back, what made it all so great was that she didn't carve an identity out of it. She wasn't foreboding, she wasn't Gothic, she wasn't into self-harming. She was just as she was. She transcended the cinematic pageantry and cut straight to the emotion of suspense and fear and it was always so... new to her.
She would look up. And we would make eye contact and she would smile her Mona Lisa smile and be happy to have someone to share this about herself, and wedge a hand between her thighs and leave it there, clutched tight as if to keep from sliding further up towards her body.
Whenever I post an image of some kind about myself on Facebook she is always among the first five to "like" it.
Always.
After we inexplicably unknowingly broke up way back in the day we kinda just did our thing. Never talked or hung out or hooked up. Never kissed. And I don't ever remember even hugging her.
Yet every time I see her "like" I feel something. Some kind of connection. A more.... adult, dark connection.
I am well aware how warped and skewed my perception tends to become sometimes--much of the time. And I do what I can to police it and ground myself and not see things the way my emotions want me to see them. Nevertheless; each time she makes the admiration of my work known it is as if she's saying "I saw you before you even saw yourself. I know you, just as you know me..."
And fuck if I don't want to reconnect and intimately observe her once again. This time fully aware of just how capable I am to bring about the same kind of feelings she feels while sitting at home, in the dark, watching the same kind of movies she enjoyed so much as a child.
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When a woman finally finds the kind of connection shes been looking for...
http://68.media.tumblr.com/1a5155b84aafb1f88c6af103b5e69c32/tumblr_obem41RZV51t0i89ro1_400.gif
...but all the other guys keep trying.
http://68.media.tumblr.com/1a5155b84aafb1f88c6af103b5e69c32/tumblr_obem41RZV51t0i89ro1_400.gif
...but all the other guys keep trying.
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I fucking lol'd.
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What if it's the guy looking for that kind of connection. Mmmmmmm
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As long as all parties are on board fine. So be it.
But if the guy pursues a woman that wants nothing to do with him because he believes he still stands a chance in spite of her wishes, or likes how his persistent failed attempts make him feel--well that's pretty goddamn fucking rude. And rather creepy.
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While we are on the subject...
I absolutely love FemDom porn. So much so that I harbor and element of envy and dismay that I wasn't born a woman.
It's all so... delectably sociopathic and eloquently sadistic.
There is an element to it that has little to no equal in the realm of male Dom/female sub. I fucking love it.
You know what I think it is?
I think it's that you can see the control. You get a better sense of it.
It's more cerebral
More intricate
Contrary to what I may have lead you to believe, I find a lot of m/dom f/sub porn rather detestable.
In large part because so much of the control is eclipsed by the violence and humiliation that takes place.
Let's consider for a moment the difference between two similar scenarios.
Scenario 1: A man naked, blindfolded, hands bound behind his back taking a swift kick to the crotch by a woman in heels.
Scenario 2: A woman naked, blindfolded, hands bound behind her back taking a swift kick to the crotch by a man in boots.
Man getting kicked in the nut--brutal, but hilarious.
Woman getting kicked in the cunt--brutal and rather abusive.
By and large it is easier to rationalize how getting kicked in the crotch could be appealing to a guy than it is for a woman.
What woman wants to get kicked in the crotch? Fact of the matter is that some do--and they shouldn't feel ashamed. *call me*
Another comparison I just thought of. Shibari tit torture vs. cock torture. A well bound cock is a fucking sculpture. Bound tits? Bursting purple watermelons.
I'll change my mind about all of this tomorrow so it all doesn't really matter.
No I won't.
Yes... yes I will.
I absolutely love FemDom porn. So much so that I harbor and element of envy and dismay that I wasn't born a woman.
It's all so... delectably sociopathic and eloquently sadistic.
There is an element to it that has little to no equal in the realm of male Dom/female sub. I fucking love it.
You know what I think it is?
I think it's that you can see the control. You get a better sense of it.
It's more cerebral
More intricate
Contrary to what I may have lead you to believe, I find a lot of m/dom f/sub porn rather detestable.
In large part because so much of the control is eclipsed by the violence and humiliation that takes place.
Let's consider for a moment the difference between two similar scenarios.
Scenario 1: A man naked, blindfolded, hands bound behind his back taking a swift kick to the crotch by a woman in heels.
Scenario 2: A woman naked, blindfolded, hands bound behind her back taking a swift kick to the crotch by a man in boots.
Man getting kicked in the nut--brutal, but hilarious.
Woman getting kicked in the cunt--brutal and rather abusive.
By and large it is easier to rationalize how getting kicked in the crotch could be appealing to a guy than it is for a woman.
What woman wants to get kicked in the crotch? Fact of the matter is that some do--and they shouldn't feel ashamed. *call me*
Another comparison I just thought of. Shibari tit torture vs. cock torture. A well bound cock is a fucking sculpture. Bound tits? Bursting purple watermelons.
I'll change my mind about all of this tomorrow so it all doesn't really matter.
No I won't.
Yes... yes I will.
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Oh shit....
I just remembered a funny little story I wanted to share while I'm on the subject!
So I'm not so much into being dominated. Yet; like everyone else, I have my moments. And well... having your nuts handled roughly handled kinda feels pretty fucking good.
Now... my wife isn't much for dominating and a bit too much on the logical side that it's a struggle for her to understand how pleasure can be derived from discomfort and pain. So after some time figuring out how to broach the subject and a lot more time to muster up the courage to tell her I wanted her to smack me in the nuts, I did just that.
And so we took it slow with slight smacks coming up from below using the back of her hand. It was everything I wanted it to be and though she still wasn't able to fully understand why I wanted her to do it, she nonetheless found it rather entertaining.
The fun really began when I gave her the okay to smack them harder thus making it more difficult for me to remain standing.
She was so adorable on her knees giggling, feeling as though she were getting away with something she wasn't supposed to do.
Finally I had enough and we fucked and fell asleep.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago.
I took a nice hot shower and my nuts were heavy and hanging low and I was like... fuck I kinda want to have them smacked around for a bit tonight.
So I bring it up and my wife was all like " but why "
...which should have kinda tipped me off
But I basically replied because I like it without thinking much else.
And so just as I'm getting myself into position she fucking flat out smacks my nuts!
I double over
Crossing my arms between my crotch
Feeling as though I'm pissing myself
Wondering how long it will be before I'm all comfortable enough to inhale a breath of air--all the while hearing my wife giggling through the slightly parted fingertips she brought to her lips to keep her from doing just that and exposing the unexpected pleasure of having been unable to remember how hard to hit me and unintentionally hitting me a couple notches harder than I could take.
It was fucking hilarious!
It also really fucking hurt.
She was so goddamn adorable trying to hide how deviously delightful she felt, apologizing over and over between giggles and impish nail biting...
I just remembered a funny little story I wanted to share while I'm on the subject!
So I'm not so much into being dominated. Yet; like everyone else, I have my moments. And well... having your nuts handled roughly handled kinda feels pretty fucking good.
Now... my wife isn't much for dominating and a bit too much on the logical side that it's a struggle for her to understand how pleasure can be derived from discomfort and pain. So after some time figuring out how to broach the subject and a lot more time to muster up the courage to tell her I wanted her to smack me in the nuts, I did just that.
And so we took it slow with slight smacks coming up from below using the back of her hand. It was everything I wanted it to be and though she still wasn't able to fully understand why I wanted her to do it, she nonetheless found it rather entertaining.
The fun really began when I gave her the okay to smack them harder thus making it more difficult for me to remain standing.
She was so adorable on her knees giggling, feeling as though she were getting away with something she wasn't supposed to do.
Finally I had enough and we fucked and fell asleep.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago.
I took a nice hot shower and my nuts were heavy and hanging low and I was like... fuck I kinda want to have them smacked around for a bit tonight.
So I bring it up and my wife was all like " but why
"...which should have kinda tipped me off
But I basically replied because I like it without thinking much else.
And so just as I'm getting myself into position she fucking flat out smacks my nuts!
I double over
Crossing my arms between my crotch
Feeling as though I'm pissing myself
Wondering how long it will be before I'm all comfortable enough to inhale a breath of air--all the while hearing my wife giggling through the slightly parted fingertips she brought to her lips to keep her from doing just that and exposing the unexpected pleasure of having been unable to remember how hard to hit me and unintentionally hitting me a couple notches harder than I could take.
It was fucking hilarious!
It also really fucking hurt.
She was so goddamn adorable trying to hide how deviously delightful she felt, apologizing over and over between giggles and impish nail biting...
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ...but I'm really not!"
