Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Pubic Hair Repulsion Explained
I once dated a redhead woman for about three weeks. It didn't last longer than that because we were so totally honest with each other. After only getting to know each other for that long, we had already figured out that we were both looking for something different than what the other had to offer.
On the first night that we got naked together, she saw that I was shaved and wanted to sit on me naked. Not to fuck me necessarily, but she wanted to feel my smoothness on her pussy. A few minutes into our bare grinding, I asked her if she would let me shave her pussy. She said "no way" without a second thought.
"I'm a natural girl" she said, and pointed out her hairy hippy legs and armpits, as if I hadn't noticed them already.
Later that night as we made our way to the bed, our make out session got a little more heated, and soon I was eating her hairy pussy. Yes, she did have the fire down below in case you're wondering. Her cunt hair was as red as an Arizona sunset.
Much to my chagrin though, one of her extra long, never-shaved pussy hairs got stuck in my throat. Now this has happened to me before, and it always disgusted me, but always before I was able to flush the unruly entanglement out with a gargle. Not this time. In fact, that rogue cunt hair was lodged in my throat for a solid two weeks, even after we had broken up. Every day I tried to get it to wash down: big forceful gulps of water, drinking thicker liquids like orange juice, swallowing chunks of Jello, etc. I went out to eat and ordered the half pound burger, the T-bone steak, the ribeye, ANYTHING heavy enough to dislodge the pubis from my throat. Nothing worked.
Finally after two weeks it went away -- I must have digested it in-situ, because nothing was going to tame that entanglement.
At that moment I vowed to never eat an untrimmed pussy again. GROSS!!!!
On the first night that we got naked together, she saw that I was shaved and wanted to sit on me naked. Not to fuck me necessarily, but she wanted to feel my smoothness on her pussy. A few minutes into our bare grinding, I asked her if she would let me shave her pussy. She said "no way" without a second thought.
"I'm a natural girl" she said, and pointed out her hairy hippy legs and armpits, as if I hadn't noticed them already.
Later that night as we made our way to the bed, our make out session got a little more heated, and soon I was eating her hairy pussy. Yes, she did have the fire down below in case you're wondering. Her cunt hair was as red as an Arizona sunset.
Much to my chagrin though, one of her extra long, never-shaved pussy hairs got stuck in my throat. Now this has happened to me before, and it always disgusted me, but always before I was able to flush the unruly entanglement out with a gargle. Not this time. In fact, that rogue cunt hair was lodged in my throat for a solid two weeks, even after we had broken up. Every day I tried to get it to wash down: big forceful gulps of water, drinking thicker liquids like orange juice, swallowing chunks of Jello, etc. I went out to eat and ordered the half pound burger, the T-bone steak, the ribeye, ANYTHING heavy enough to dislodge the pubis from my throat. Nothing worked.
Finally after two weeks it went away -- I must have digested it in-situ, because nothing was going to tame that entanglement.
At that moment I vowed to never eat an untrimmed pussy again. GROSS!!!!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Half Asleep Wet Dream
The other night I had a wet dream, which is a rare but nice occurrence for someone my age. I remember hearing about wet dreams, nocturnal emissions, in sex ed class. That they happened naturally and without awareness, that they were caused by the increasing libido of the teenage mind, and that they went away over time.
Thing is, I still have them every few years, and that for me they have always been vivid, semi-conscious hallucinations, half-asleep dreams in which I seem to be fully aware of what's going on, even to the point of knowing that I am dreaming, to the point of being able to actively guide the dream, and even be able to return to the place I left off after waking up, realizing that I am about to come. My mind knows exactly what is happening, and the wet dream will inevitably end up having a situation where I can literally see and feel my cock plunging into whatever beautiful moist warmth that my imagination has crafted for me.
I'm not sure I have ever had a gay wet dream.
My dream the other night was about a woman that I never had. She was a coworker for a few years, and despite our obvious and palpable chemistry, we never hooked up. She is probably the biggest unfulfilled crush of my lifetime. My longing for her was so strong for so many years, watching her being treated like shit over and over by her abusive boyfriend, knowing that I could give her so much more -- but never have her -- is a tragic pain that I carry with me to this very day. She is the ultimate lost opportunity, because we were totally made for each other. Only problem was her severely low self esteem prevented her from not thinking me a liar when I finally told her how great I thought she was. I finally figured out that she needed her asshole boyfriend to confirm how she felt about herself, that he simply fed her poor self image. It was like she needed to be berated to match her own self worth, that a guy like me would just short circuit her mind, because my compliments and affections did not match how she felt about herself. When I told her she was beautiful, she could not believe that I was telling the truth. She is still with that asshole now almost a full decade later.
So I took her in my dreams instead. The other night I looked into her sweet brown eyes, felt the bottomless drop of my gut with the curl of her playful smile, caressed her tender yet firmly built little frame. In my dream, as clear as reality itself, I flipped her over and spread her legs, took my rock hard cock and parted her cunt with my tip, and fucked her on the bed. In the dream I could see her pussy, I could see and feel my cock plunging in and out, I could hear her sweet voice begging me for more. Just as I was about to climax, I half-woke up, and yet still asleep in her arms, still inside of her in my imagination, yet awake enough to have the wherewithal to check to make sure my cock was still tidily tucked into my underwear so as not to soil the sheets, I fell back into sleep -- fell back into her cunt and spurted load after load deep inside of her.
Thing is, I still have them every few years, and that for me they have always been vivid, semi-conscious hallucinations, half-asleep dreams in which I seem to be fully aware of what's going on, even to the point of knowing that I am dreaming, to the point of being able to actively guide the dream, and even be able to return to the place I left off after waking up, realizing that I am about to come. My mind knows exactly what is happening, and the wet dream will inevitably end up having a situation where I can literally see and feel my cock plunging into whatever beautiful moist warmth that my imagination has crafted for me.
I'm not sure I have ever had a gay wet dream.
My dream the other night was about a woman that I never had. She was a coworker for a few years, and despite our obvious and palpable chemistry, we never hooked up. She is probably the biggest unfulfilled crush of my lifetime. My longing for her was so strong for so many years, watching her being treated like shit over and over by her abusive boyfriend, knowing that I could give her so much more -- but never have her -- is a tragic pain that I carry with me to this very day. She is the ultimate lost opportunity, because we were totally made for each other. Only problem was her severely low self esteem prevented her from not thinking me a liar when I finally told her how great I thought she was. I finally figured out that she needed her asshole boyfriend to confirm how she felt about herself, that he simply fed her poor self image. It was like she needed to be berated to match her own self worth, that a guy like me would just short circuit her mind, because my compliments and affections did not match how she felt about herself. When I told her she was beautiful, she could not believe that I was telling the truth. She is still with that asshole now almost a full decade later.
So I took her in my dreams instead. The other night I looked into her sweet brown eyes, felt the bottomless drop of my gut with the curl of her playful smile, caressed her tender yet firmly built little frame. In my dream, as clear as reality itself, I flipped her over and spread her legs, took my rock hard cock and parted her cunt with my tip, and fucked her on the bed. In the dream I could see her pussy, I could see and feel my cock plunging in and out, I could hear her sweet voice begging me for more. Just as I was about to climax, I half-woke up, and yet still asleep in her arms, still inside of her in my imagination, yet awake enough to have the wherewithal to check to make sure my cock was still tidily tucked into my underwear so as not to soil the sheets, I fell back into sleep -- fell back into her cunt and spurted load after load deep inside of her.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Morning Wood HNT
I'm really loving this HNT business. It feeds my exhibitionist side while still remaining anonymous. It's so flattering when people post positive comments about my cock. The idea that strange men and women are looking at me is so exciting!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Strip Club Diss
Last night I went to the strip club with my friend I'm visiting here in Houston. His wife is out of town so we decided to cut loose a little bit.
We went to the same place that we went for his bachelor party, and I have been there a few times since then on other visits. This time was kind of a rude awakening, though, much different than all the other times I've been there.
The chicks weren't that pretty, ugly by Houston standards in fact, and they were far from friendly. Not one that I went up to on stage came to talk to me afterward, even though they said they would. One that I had asked even put her thumbs in her ears, wiggled her fingers, and stuck out her tongue at me before leaving the stage. Damn.
Then one came up and said, "why are you just sitting here smiling?" and I said, "because this is a happy place, why wouldn't I be smiling?" and she said in a mocking and Forrest Gumpish tone, "duh, there's tits on stage." That kind of pissed me off so I waved my hand in her face and said, "go away" in my most annoyed tone. Never before have I shooed away a chick at the strip club.
I'm pretty blown away by the unfriendly treatment. I don't go to the strip club, pay to get in, pay for dances, and pay too much for weak drinks to get treated like shit. Plain and simple. I get treated like shit by women all day any day FOR FREE, why would I want to pay for it? Christ.
The Gold Cup in Houston, Texas, is now officially the worst strip club I've ever been to. Makes my hometown titty bar seem like heaven on earth. At least the women there are nice, I mean, that's their friggin' job isn't it?
Three more days and I'm outta here. My experiences this time around have been nothing like the other times I've been here. Guess that's a sign to bail on the whole idea of moving here. Fuck it.
The chicks weren't that pretty, ugly by Houston standards in fact, and they were far from friendly. Not one that I went up to on stage came to talk to me afterward, even though they said they would. One that I had asked even put her thumbs in her ears, wiggled her fingers, and stuck out her tongue at me before leaving the stage. Damn.
Then one came up and said, "why are you just sitting here smiling?" and I said, "because this is a happy place, why wouldn't I be smiling?" and she said in a mocking and Forrest Gumpish tone, "duh, there's tits on stage." That kind of pissed me off so I waved my hand in her face and said, "go away" in my most annoyed tone. Never before have I shooed away a chick at the strip club.
I'm pretty blown away by the unfriendly treatment. I don't go to the strip club, pay to get in, pay for dances, and pay too much for weak drinks to get treated like shit. Plain and simple. I get treated like shit by women all day any day FOR FREE, why would I want to pay for it? Christ.
The Gold Cup in Houston, Texas, is now officially the worst strip club I've ever been to. Makes my hometown titty bar seem like heaven on earth. At least the women there are nice, I mean, that's their friggin' job isn't it?
Three more days and I'm outta here. My experiences this time around have been nothing like the other times I've been here. Guess that's a sign to bail on the whole idea of moving here. Fuck it.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Poll Results Defy Expectations
I put up the reader polls to get an idea of what my small reader base is like. What type of person enjoys my blog? Do they have a big cock or no cock at all? Do they masturbate? Enjoy pornography? Do they get enough sex? All subjects I am wildly interested in, and the outcome always surprises me.
The results I've gleaned from a few polls are the exact opposite of what I was expecting. Out of the respondents so far, only 10% are gay, 30% are bisexual, and the rest are straight. I did not predict this result!
Are there any straight men visiting my site regularly? If so, I got news for you: you're not straight.
If any of my straight visitors are ladies, are you free tonight? ;-)
The results I've gleaned from a few polls are the exact opposite of what I was expecting. Out of the respondents so far, only 10% are gay, 30% are bisexual, and the rest are straight. I did not predict this result!
Are there any straight men visiting my site regularly? If so, I got news for you: you're not straight.
If any of my straight visitors are ladies, are you free tonight? ;-)
Monday, December 1, 2008
Keith Olberman, True Patriot
I just saw this for the first time last night. It is the most compassionate and rational monologue on the Prop 8 issue that I have ever seen or heard. It is absolutely beautiful, and brought tears to my eyes.
Gay marriage is beyond any doubt an issue of civil rights. I've posted about the subject before, so I won't repeat myself here, but I'd like to offer an observation after reading many of the comments posted on YouTube.
It just confirms my belief that Christians are the most hate filled people of all the world. They claim to follow Jesus Christ, yet they delight in ignoring his most important message: love your enemies. Go back and read your good book, you fools; and try not to overlook the obvious message again as you scour the pages for "proof" that your god hates homosexuals. Realize that you have let your hearts become corrupted by the Great Deceiver, for your paradigm is one of hatred, bile, and poison. By fostering such anger, you have merely become an instrument of Satan. You are the epitome of hypocrisy.
Though I know all about the Christian faith, I don't believe in that dogmatic hogwash anymore. Keeps my heart and mind from becoming clouded with bigotry again.
UPDATE: I don't know what I was thinking, no religious nut bag would even chance upon this blog or this post, unless of course their hypocrisy runs far deeper than I imagined. This did get me thinking though, that most of the world's problems today are caused by religion, either directly or indirectly.
Gay marriage is beyond any doubt an issue of civil rights. I've posted about the subject before, so I won't repeat myself here, but I'd like to offer an observation after reading many of the comments posted on YouTube.
It just confirms my belief that Christians are the most hate filled people of all the world. They claim to follow Jesus Christ, yet they delight in ignoring his most important message: love your enemies. Go back and read your good book, you fools; and try not to overlook the obvious message again as you scour the pages for "proof" that your god hates homosexuals. Realize that you have let your hearts become corrupted by the Great Deceiver, for your paradigm is one of hatred, bile, and poison. By fostering such anger, you have merely become an instrument of Satan. You are the epitome of hypocrisy.
Though I know all about the Christian faith, I don't believe in that dogmatic hogwash anymore. Keeps my heart and mind from becoming clouded with bigotry again.
UPDATE: I don't know what I was thinking, no religious nut bag would even chance upon this blog or this post, unless of course their hypocrisy runs far deeper than I imagined. This did get me thinking though, that most of the world's problems today are caused by religion, either directly or indirectly.
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