the meaning of wurds

[cataleptik]

wurds are not werds. they are words, and they have meaning.

-M. M. De Valia.

i am so glad that i hate pornography, to begin with. it's disgusting. demeaning. also mentally enslaving and physically, it cheats people out of an HONEST good time. what's better than pornography? touching someone.

also erotica. sadly, the United States, the land of Starbucks and kitsch, overdoes things.

In the world the United States is the brash young country. It takes things from other places, dilutes and perverts them and voila! ("Voyluh.") You have Americana.

Many Americans refuse to allow any criticism of their nation. They refuse to admit that addiction to murder/death/kill means, no, they couldn't set foot in a real Christian nation without bursting into fucking flames.

i love writing erotica because it has meaning. premature ejaculation addicts rubbing themselves raw and muttering 'where's the good part,' they can go fuck off sideways. they can fuck themselves To Death! you know, like when you leave a dog with too much food?

they can go to hell where the sun is frozen, i don't need such people. they are one degree of sexuality away from rape, murder, enslavement, unwanted children, to say little of abortion, undiagnosed mental illness, and people who are trying so hard to look cool they become completely uncool in a way that they tell themselves is fun.

here, a picture of fun by someone who uses that line of self-bullshitting:
http://englishrussia.com/images/junkie_kids/1.jpg

 

[cataleptik]

take a guess: how many times have those who maintain this forum thrown their hands up and said "fuck this whole place. to hell with the whole thing! can't take it. too much to do, too much work and too many ungrateful sniveling hacks."

probably...more than once. i maintain a forum. my resume says: Entertainment Co-ordinator and it's a challenging demanding job that I love, mostly because i don't have to clean spooge off of the terminals.


in the netbar i am the saucier. it's an oxygen bar for design professionals and freaks. Chris, my partner started it in 1989. Cafe Kairos. No, he's not that sort of partner and THAT is why perverts in need of serious mental health professionals and months of cognitive behavioural therapy ARE NOT MAKING LOVE to:

• their own hands
• Sasha Grey's photographs
• anyone

there are mental health professionals because the sick will not admit it. they rush off to say BULLSHIT before doing the same thing.


i love to write erotica because i love it when the perverts get disgusted because they are forced to wade through meaning before they get to the wet, hairy parts. they have to deal with things Porno never includes: plot, character development, things that, uh, "ain't fuckin' yet," -- they have to deal with the grownup in the room (me) and they HATE that --

which means THEY NEED MENTAL HELP! because they ARE NOT ADULT emotionally yet they are old enough to have credit cards, and maybe seem cool on line long enough for you, lady i don't know, to agree to a hook up and Never Be Fucking Seen Again.


i know that ashamed and desperate people are here, pathetic social retards who have never learned how to be friends or cope in society, creepy misogynists who have been running the "Long Con" for months on the same females. I hope she never comes across the country to see you, DICK, you know you're a waste of time. Bang your head! I'm a professional novelist. Humbly skilled enough to be a member of Guilds, naturally gifted enough that people have sought my editing craft for decades, calm enough to tell anyone who self-identifies as a geek or a nerd to fuck off and go away and give up trying to get to know me.

Age forty-two. Loving it. And when I say "loving," I mean

3.Ten City Sprawl Chinese Take Out
Our Special Sum Yung Gai
Down on my luck in Boston, Mass. How was i to know my
whole idea of what sex was was about to change?
The tall leggy chinese looked down on me from way high. http://www.dirtyrottenwhore.com/wp-content/uploads/whores/bai_ling/bai_ling_vegas/bai_ling_vegas_4.jpg
I was sitting on the corner with my head in my hands.
"What's your problem, handsome?"
"What's yours?" I stopped short of telling her to fuck
off, i wasn't in the mood!
"Well you look so lonely sitting there, handsome...I
thought maybe you could use some company."
"Well, frac you," I said.

I was dejected. i was despondent. i was depressed. things had been way too real...i was losing track of time for all BAD

Boston's a
tough town, and i was down to my last few bucks.
--shocked! by a soft hand caressing my cheek...she was stroking my stubbly jaw. It sens a
charge through my whole body.

"Let me get a look at you. Aww...what a baby face. On such a rough character."

I looked into her soft brown eyes...there was a feral
intensity there and also...i got the feeling she could
see through me, she through my punk exterior to the man
under my clothes.

"You wanna fuck? Come on, big spender, let's go over
there."

She smiled, a dirty, horny smile and nodded
towards an alley.

I smiled too. "You're a..."
(WHORE)
"Whatever. Just let's go. You got twenty?"
(vampire hunter.)
I had it and admitted it.

"Come on, stud." She stood me up, grapping the
shoulderflaps of my leather jacket. "Today's your birthday...I'm gonna blow out your candle for ya.
Hey...what's your name?" I told her. "Okay...this way baby face."
I let the tall whore with the long black hair and the
low key manner of dress lead me to the alleyway. I had to admit she had a really sexy way about her. I was rock hard staring it her sexy ass, her curvy legs...

She was very ethnically Chinese but she had a weird
accent...california? If someone could have LA and New
York accent at the same time this whore did. And she was
good to look at from the rear. Her ass was round and i
could just imagine gripping the cheeks in my hand...as
it hit me that i had given this cool asian looker of a
hooker $20 to fuck and she wasn't joking with me all of
a sudden i felt the blood rush to my crotch...
We were in the alley and she was all over me like white
on rice, humping, writhing against my chest, kissing me
with an invading tongue that surprised me with
intensity. Her fingers were like a thief's, undoing the
buckle...szip! and my hog came out.. She squoze it in
her right hand...
..then, oh, yeah, she was squatting in the alley, and
she wrapped her lips around the tip, gently sucking,
mouthing the head and providing great pleasure.
I couldn't help letting out a little moan, i stroked the
back of her head. In response she with a fluid motion,
ugh, went all the way down on my chump, didn't gag just
smoothly took it all in and then i moaned again. She
worked me like that for awhile...i felt the pressure
building... Then suddenly she was standing, she was
taller than me a bit and took my face in one hand,
grabbed the other and led it to her pussy. Pushed my
fingers up between the folds, she was soaking wet and
dripping hot.
"You like the way that feels?"
"Oh yeah."
"Good. cause here it comes."
My rod was still swollen, bloated from the head job. She
put her leg up against the wall and pushed her cunt down
slowly against my meat.
She pushed down with spicy aggression, her cunt was a
steamy tight heaven...i was coming unglued.
She pushed her shirt open, it was just snaps -- that's
convenient i thought but i was in a dream space of
getting savagely alleycatted by this...wow...

"are you
an angel, or a devil?"


what? "what?" and she slaps, me, real playful, on
thechin. smiles, not a smirk, a dangerous smile with
full lips and wide eyes..."are you angel or devil? come
on, answer the question?" her voice was deep.

"come on," and suddenly she was shafted all the way up
to my belly, she pulled my shirt up so our bellies were
sweaty against each other in the hot night. Her flat
belly rippeled gently against my own.

"Angel," i said before she could repeat the question. I guess it was the right answer.
She kissed me again, this time like a LOVER, with soft
tenderness nothing like the first kiss where she had
almost raped my mouth. Now the gentle searching was like
a spiral of heaven. she moved back away and towards me,
and hooked her fingers in my belt loop, she wrapped her
leg around me and humped me with the grace of -- of a
strange ballerina, she slowly kissed me with her mouth
while her pussy squeezed my cock and she slid back and
forth soslowly..."yes..." i couldnt help myself...i
said it out loud.
night had fallen over the city. a car drove by
slowly...i looked through heavy lids and saw the old
woman staring...she seemed somehwere between bemused and
into the picture herself.

it was strange...but the whore
was still fucking me, her muscles strong and then slack,
controlling them..somehow...she slid back and forth,
caressing my face, my chest...

after time she began to move faster.

"you're gonna come inside me now, angel." no way, i
thought to myself. not taking the chance. i know how to
control my dick when i need to. "maybe...maybe i choose
not to."

the whore, goddess, whatever she was, she looked almost
surprised. she closed her eyes and threw her head back
and suddenly i felt a surge of heat, heat! flowing out
of the place where our bodies had become one thing, and
she continued her sexual dance, faster and faster.

i clamped down, but could not suppress a moan."

ohh..."
"yeah, you're gonna give me that seed, angel."
she was rocking, dancing on my crotch like an angel
dancing on the head of a pin, maybe, she - she -
screamed out an -

unintelligible-- i hadn't meant to but it was too
much...the heat of her chamber, the wetness and strength
of her, her beauty, i gave. i could feel the little
death of it as the seed flew and my thighs became weak.
"oh, god, yes."
she held me then...i felt so strange.
fucked hard in a dirty alley by a whore when minutes
ago...how much time had passed?
"That was the best hour i have wasted in a while," she
said. I held her, with that finger still hooked into my
belt loop, she wore no panties, natch, only fishnets,
and garters, hat classic combination...give me a
cigarette, and your name." i started to push her away
and she clamped down. "why rush it? it feels good
doesn't it?"
she squeezed with her inner muscles, i heard the slight
sound and felt the juices flowing hot between us, within
her...i could feel it firming again, amazed. she squoze
again, and again, like a pump, and then it happened...

 

[cataleptik]

oh i am so effin' happy

as of monday afternoon potentially 24 trolls viewed that and then backed off discouraged.

 

[PennLady]

I may regret this, but -- what in the world are you going on about?

 

[PacoFear]

Somebody's off their meds.

 

[Boobies84]

The first post thoroughly confused me. To the second one, all I can say is:
Tee el dee are.