Desultory and Impulsive

This fucking made my day.

The fact that my wife is drinking a glass of wine is making my day because that means she wants to be fucked hard

Like... 3 fingers up her asshole and 4 up-to-the-crotch-of-my-thumb in her vagina hard


So yeah, I'm going to take a shower now.
 
Holy balls that was good sex.

Okay... full disclosure it wasn't 3 fingers in the asshole type of hard sex. But it was pretty goddamn good.

Gave me a lot of things to write about of which 99% of you will never know about. You know, because I am financially amongst the 99% and need all I can to feel elitist in some kind of way.


Sorry
Not really.

Now if you don't mind I'm going to admire the new barriers I had built up around me. They are quite lovely.
 
Okay...

Now that it's just you and a handful of other cool people
I'll... I'll...

Shit.
I ain't got nothing to offer.

I should have thought this through more.
 
You know what?

Fuck it. I'm posting it.




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One of the greatest lies told to me as a child/young adult by my mom, by teachers, by various talks show guests, and a number of other "experts" in the field is that pornography is not representative of sex in an honest and loving relationship.

Fact of the matter is that it's as much true as it is false.
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True story!
And that gif...and that guy😍
Fuck it. I'm posting it.

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Thank fuck you did
 
...of course he didn't let on that he knew about the eels before she jumped into the pond. He really had no reason to be concerned until she turned around to face him, her hand raising up out of the water holding her panties.

It wasn't that the eels were dangerous. They just had a thing for crevices of a certain lubricity and degree of temperature.
 
Although my private life is not really any of your businesses...

This is the hammer with the handle of which I said I wanted to--and plan to--shove up her asshole.
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She has yet to get back to me.​
 

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This is the hammer with the handle of which I said I wanted to--and plan to--shove up her asshole.
She has yet to get back to me.​

While your private life, which is none of our business, is endlessly fascinating, I am simply mesmerised by how long your fingers are. Absolutely beautiful.
 
While your private life, which is none of our business, is endlessly fascinating, I am simply mesmerised by how long your fingers are. Absolutely beautiful.

Thank you. Those fingers; however, make my cock look that much smaller whenever they are wrapped around it. Or anywhere near it for that matter. This is why you seldom see them in the same picture.

This is also why I cover my head with a pillowcase and turn off the lights every time I masturbate.
 
Okay... there's a different reason why I cover my head with a pillowcase. But that's between me and the pillowcase.
 
Well that's not what I usually think of as Hammer Time.

But this is - https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo

I absolutely LOVE that you posted this. Reason being--fuck that was a fun time to be alive. Yes, it's dated and silly blah blah blah. But you know what else it is? Fucking fun.

You can't fuck with fun. It's the very same reason why people like getting and giving orgasm.
 
I absolutely LOVE that you posted this. Reason being--fuck that was a fun time to be alive. Yes, it's dated and silly blah blah blah. But you know what else it is? Fucking fun.

You can't fuck with fun. It's the very same reason why people like getting and giving orgasm.

giving and getting orgasms is fun

the rest of this I cannot agree with

the 80's were a black hole

of every possible fucking thing

I ran from that decade
 
I want to tell you I love you.

But I want to do it in a new way--somehow.

When you read it
When you hear it
I want you to feel it

I want you to feel it in the way that I feel
When I see a photo of you

I want it in such a way that makes you reach out
As if you could touch me

Just as I touch the two dimensional image of you
Immortalized in zeros and ones on the screen of my phone
The smooth surface
A poor substitute
For the soft flesh I once kissed and caressed

I want to tell you I love you
And I want it to never become as casual as saying goodbye
I want it to keep the wound of those words cut open
And bleeding a new red

I want you to feel the gravity of the earth pull you down
And choke you while you continued to stand.

I want it to hurt
And make you fight back tears
Fearing you may never feel me look into your eyes
To hear me say those words to you again

Just so I can hold you here with me
In this moment that I write
And promise to you
That you will.




Because I do.

I love you.
 
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