BlackSnake
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- Aug 20, 2002
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Leslie again said:Hmmm
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But this is a post on a jack off site, and the effort to post shakespearean literature would seem , well, dumb.
Blue Pen I am not as of this moment, aware how long you have been with the Lit community. I know KM has been here a good bit longer than me.
In a knock down dragged out war of words though, I ain't betting on you to KO KM
Me I am just a complete amatuer erotica writer where erotica is concerned. I can write the stuff as easy as drinking water, but in the final analysis, it's not my strong point.
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Oh I looked at your email address.
shovelthatevil@aol.com
Hmmm that sure is a negative viewpoint ain't it? Are you hiding something deep down?
Do you secretly think your erotica is bad?
Shovel....hmmm that implies you wish to force it upon someone.
Evil....hmmm sounds like you support some atypical dogma to me.
Sometimes the posts here reminds me of a guy I worked for when I was in my early twenties. He drove the black carvette, I guess most would consider him a nice looking chap.
He invited me over to a pool party at his house, and I rode my bike over because I was on a health kick at the time.
As soon as I got there I hit the pool. He was drinking along with some other guys and talking about how great he was and the guys around him were blowing sunshine up his ass.
I wasn't that kind of young man. I didn't care for other people's crap. His current girlfriend brought a drink to me at the pool, because I was feeling a bit uncomfortable being the only black guy in the croud, as usual.
The more he talked the funnier he became, because I was pretty sure that my dick was bigger.
When I came out of the water after checking out the sexy blondes hanging about he and the others got quiet until I got to a towel.
I wore a royal blue pair of Speedos. My chest must have swelled four times its size, because the guys were looking at their girls looking at me.
Some will never get the moral of this story. That's even funnier.