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I feel you should provide mop and bucket for people to pick their melted selves off the floor when they enter this thread.


Also your av + that chair = licks



and i wanna bite your lip *pout*
 
There are vinyl players that rip music into MP3 files these days.

And I use Audacity to mix song for djing.
 
I'm always baffled by how a photo of you doing a very mundane task....like this always manages to make me tingle a bit.

Dayum.
 
wow!...just wow, holy wow even! i seem to have lost the rest of my words.
 
I have to confess something...

well... I should probably confess a lot of things, but if I were to do so all in one post then what the fuck would be the point to keep this thread alive afterward? Yeah sure I keep adding more shit I should probably confess to pretty much each time I take in a breath, but still.

so... before I change my mind and go back to saying a lot of shit but never really telling any of you all that much about anything while telling you everything you wanted to know but not knowing I did until a week or five later... let me tell you this!

I like it when new people post in my thread. It surprises me on many levels. First of course is the "Fuck yeah! Still pulling in the hotties" level. Then of course comes the "Seriously? Who the fuck are these people? Okay... yes... I concede I'm a pretty decent chunk of hot, sometimes hairy chested, sometimes not so hairy chested, lanky-but-sorta-decently-filling-out-into-a-more-"substantial"-nearing-the-crest-of-middle-aged-maleness-these-days piece-o-man-flesh... but CLEARLY they are mistaken... or gay men still in fear of me being all like 'dude... no dudes' and posting as women even though I'm all like 'dude... I will suck your dick and lick your cum off the curve of your wife's ass' to 85bird whenever I get to posting on their thread which really has been awhile now, level. The third level is then of course "fuck I hope they'er hip-to-the-fact I'm too fucking preoccupied dealing with whateverthefuck dialog I got going on in my fucking head at the time to establish a dialog with them and that it's best to talk amongst themselves and not feel slighted because... because... BECAUSE FUCK THESE FLOATING SHARDS OF BROKEN FUCKING MIRRORS IN MY HEAD!!! seriously, fuck... them. They never settle you know. Sometimes the light they reflect are thoughts; sometimes emotions, sometimes emotions that turn into thoughts that sooner or later end up bleeding the feelings of what is seen and situations that'll never be lived, nor spoken of, nor written, nor let go... forever accumulating to periodically pull-in and pull-away until something ethereal and internal is broken over a knee and left to shatter upon the floor of an endless space where it will breath life into another dark void.

fuck this "whoa's-me" bullshit hijacking my shit. fucking assholes.

Where was I? Yeah... new people. awesome. thank you. I love you. Now go away. I am. That is... unless one of my various dialogs come up with something remotely worth sharing which I highly doubt because the fuckers all got long night of gotta-be-keeping-me-up-at-night tonight.
 
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This is actually completely valid and true...

you know what else is completely true? I left the tissue I used to wipe my dick off after blowing my load on the floor to which my unassuming cat stepped in as he rounded the corner of the couch... who then looked at me in a "dude... seriously." kind of way before turning around and returning to whence he came(that is no joke and the honest to fucking truth... so honest I found my self wishing I was one of those guys that feel the need to record themselves jerking off believing online-hotties actually dig receiving such vids unsolicitedly just so that I could send it to an unsuspecting online-hottie and be all like "LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FACE UPON REALIZATION!") on the entertainment center near the TV. PROVING that in addition to everything else I may or may not be... I am also kinda gross.
 
wow!...just wow, holy wow even! i seem to have lost the rest of my words.

fuck it... I'm on a roll it seems in actually replying back to those who've posted today/tonight... fuck I may even go back to posts I missed from WAY back! I doubt it because I'm getting hungry but fuck... you put me in a good mood. I even checked out your own little corner of the lit world... good stuff I say... good stuff indeed. I will keep it in my records. You know... for further review.
 
There are vinyl players that rip music into MP3 files these days.

And I use Audacity to mix song for djing.

the other day you said "pics or it didn't happen" I agree! Though it did happen and I have no pics. BUT! I did get to seeing what I could find that captured the sense, environment and also had some sort of semblance of my wife and the lead guitarist of our little Rock Band band and well... this is pretty goddamn fucking close... so close I was like "fuck... yeah... yeah... that's what I saw officer..."
http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llg8ptnxcT1qa895jo1_500.jpg
"...but he was a bigger fella and his tattoos were filled in and in color. She was curvier... bigger chested in particular... and the piercings were in a different place. But the implied action and facial expressions? All spot on."

AND I wish to go on record that I did/do have a pic of my wife I SO absolutely really want to post in the worst fucking way... you know... to give you all a better (if not blatant) idea of where her other piercings could probably most certainly really are... but you know how women can be sometimes about certain things even when there's little to no telling who she is AND IS A FUCKSTANDING PHOTO WORTH SHARING... you know... to show that I am capable of taking excellent photos of women as well.

women:rolleyes:
 
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confession vs revelation

After reading you're confession I'm just going to throw this out there. You have this whole forbidden fruit thing going on (dark, broody, a little sadistic maybe) it's a pretty maddening, panty creaming combination. Unfortunately for you there's no remedy *sigh* unless you stripped down to your bare bones but I'd venture that even your skeleton is spine tingling sexy...
How does the old saying go "one man's burden is another woman masturbation fodder"
 
I feel you should provide mop and bucket for people to pick their melted selves off the floor when they enter this thread.


Also your av + that chair = licks



and i wanna bite your lip *pout*

ah... I have a tissue you could probably still make work. It's a bit used but there's still some dry parts to it that you should still be able to make your melted self appear less melted. Though do so under caution if you happen to be one of those super freaky fertile types and need to use the such in that area of risk.
 
After reading you're confession I'm just going to throw this out there. You have this whole forbidden fruit thing going on (dark, broody, a little sadistic maybe) it's a pretty maddening, panty creaming combination. Unfortunately for you there's no remedy *sigh* unless you stripped down to your bare bones but I'd venture that even your skeleton is spine tingling sexy...
How does the old saying go "one man's burden is another woman masturbation fodder"

deny! deny! deny!

I mean I know... I know, some time ago I may have posted some pics of me holding a knife. And I know... I know, somewhere along the way some woman saw them somewhere was like "you know... those are good pics and all but I think they are missing something very much a lot like me in them. So much so that I think I'm the only one that can make them work. Interested?" and I know I know I was like "only if you are on board with the realization that what is to be photographed is to be actually taking place and not staged, posed, set-up or otherwise." (Okay... maybe those weren't at all my exact words but it's the internets so I'm keeping the quotes) And I know... I know, I posted just a handful of those pics. And I know... I know, hence forth and perhaps a little lot beforehand there may have been a few writings here and there giving the impression to everyone that I am pretty much what I've made myself out to be. Well... I mean...

It's not that I am... per say.


I mean; it's not like I'm tying up my wife, making her fist fuck herself while watching the string of spit begin to descend from the ball-gag firmly strapped to the face of the woman I have suspended above her as the lit candle I securely slid into said woman's asshole begins to dribble wax down and across the length of her perineum while denying both the warm comforting touch of my secure, firm, mechanically inclined, masculine hands because: 1) neither are deserving of such luxury at the moment, and 2) the feel of naked sex-sensitive flesh through leather gloves has a certain something about it that one can't really explain... doesn't mean that that's my life and what I do. Just merely what I'm capable of doing... maybe.















Given the resources... without a doubt.























...or remorse.
 
Yea....I'ma go ahead and just make that all factual in my head now for the simple reason you made it far to detailed and graphic for me not too. Tut tut tut for fueling my fire WHILE pleading denial sir.
remorse is the over-rate act of realising a what you could have done better the first time round.
 
No Darkness​

No darkness
No cave
No dungeon do I dwell.

With you I am in the sun
On the beach
Watching flowers bloom.

With you I bathe
Under the cascading water
Through your hair
Never letting go though pulled through the drain

You will remember me by my heat
As you towel off
I will continue being with you
Kissing your skin
Surrounding the cells of your blood
Celebrating in the blush of your parts
-that men long to hold, kiss, dominate, and make their own.
 
That's pretty fucking hot.

And that's okay if you can't share it here. But tell her I would very much like to view it privately :D
 
Smiles and chuckles at "your denial"

Closes my eyes and bites my lower lip after looking the photo and reading your last posts.

Y, you are like a modern mix of a little bit of the Marquis de Sade, Cassonova and a Byronic hero wrapped in a sexy package. Resistance is futile........ Fuck!:mad:
 
...​

Sadness is the snow that melts upon your breast
your delicate décolletage its crevasse
where it gathers with the kisses I left in thought
-in memory.

Sorrow is lost in the burnished teak of your hair
thread through the silken thickets
fragrant with every season that has touched my eye
and heard with my ear

Somber is asleep behind my eyes
where hurt is let
without touch
and free of form
swift as a swallows flight
along the arc of my cheek
much like memory in thought
where kisses gathered the sadness of melting snow
and the clutched thickets of burnished teak filled my hands
of every fragrant season so delicate
-like silken décolletage.
 
1-not freakishly fertile 2-hilarious cat story 3-agree your delicious broodiness is frustrating 4-I'd love to see the photos you take of your wife except it would make me a little jealous 5-you jerking into a tissue is a damn waste 6-would LOVE to see you lick jizzt off the curve of a woman's back -7-I'm going to go eat cold pizza even though I'll probably wake up in a couple of hours regretting. It 8-I got told I give a damn good blow job
 
First of all, I would like to inform you officially that I have blocked your thread from my phone and work computer. You make my brain bad.


Secondly, fuck you for this...


I'm now imagining myself in this exactly scenario. Albeit, with YOU instead of him, but those are just mere details...

Actually, you two in that position would be drool worthy
 
Don't mind me
Just wanted to say how I absolutely LOVE reading your posts. They're so fun and entertaining. And then there's the pix... yep yep... always enjoy.

K... just thought I'd let you know.
*goes back to the shadows*

~:rose:~
 
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