Xrotica: Ménage à Trois

My ass is an adult playground… and a children’s graveyard. Love doesn’t exist when I live like this. I casually think of death within ten minutes of waking up every single morning. But this is the price I pay for the past I’ve endured and the sin that I submit to each and every day. So… let’s begin, shall we?

I usually only fuck with older men. You know, the cute and cuddly bears that do no wrong. Riiight… Anyway, I have recently come into contact with another cub. A three-year-younger white guy named – let’s call him “Jay.” I met him through one of my best friends. I didn’t think twice about him when we had first met. Jay is a young white gangster with shaggy hair and green eyes.  He had a girlfriend he was madly in love with. Jay probably still is, I don’t doubt that for a second. The first time we met had been with a group of friends. (Think quantity over quality…) However, it was the second time we hung out – with just the best friend I originally met him through – that the ice was broken. Jay suggested that we should have sex. His girlfriend was nowhere to be found, and he had wanted to experiment with another man. After a brief hesitation on my part, I complied, but I didn’t want my best friend to witness what was to happen. My best friend is straight and very accepting of the gay community, but watching two men have sex right in front of him would have crossed the line. And because I live in a studio apartment, my best friend retreated into the restroom, the only area in my apartment where he couldn’t see us commit sodomy…

The third time around, Jay came over to my place. Just me and him. He confessed that he’s bisexual and that he really enjoyed his first gay fuck with me. I was flattered, even honored to hear that. Jay is still in the closet to this day. I’d already had a sip of this promiscuous lifestyle so I’d reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it. He puts up quite a tough front and a lot of walls defend the opalescence of his vulnerable heart. But as an Empath, I can see right through all of that. His girlfriend left him for one of his long time friends. Jay said so many awful things about her but I mentioned that I had been where he was. I really hurt my ex-fiance. I did horrible things that ruined his reputation and his prize-winning Narcissistic ego. I told Jay that he didn’t hate her for what she did to him, he was merely heartbroken. And so Jay and I made artificial love. I did it so that I can cheer up a friend and he did it to forget about his loss for the time being. Sex is how I’ve cheered a lot of people up. I’m powerless in every other way. That day was nothing special. We did the basics. Blowjobs and anal sex. Jay wasn’t interested in making out or rimming or even being a bottom. To me, it was just another day, but to Jay… I simply don’t know. Yet afterwards, he requested a threesome with me and one of my fuck boys, Dee. My sexual exploits with Dee were legendary.  He tends to disappear for a few months at a time, but Dee always came back to me. I guess my body alone wasn’t good enough to satisfy Jay though. I didn’t take offense like I would have in the past because now I understood the feeling. Nothing satisfies me anymore either. And so I called Dee and left him a message I had no doubt he would respond to.

The very next morning, Jay and I were just playing video games when Dee called me and informed me that he was interested in the threesome shortly after I sent him a picture of Jay in reply to his demand. I always pictured my first threesome to be me along with two bears but Jay and I tag teaming Dee seemed like the way to go. No complaints from me! I showed Jay a picture of Dee 15 minutes prior to the impromptu event. I prepped him about how Dee worked in the sack. I had to make sure Jay wouldn’t be a fucking pussy and bail at the last minute. Having a threesome had been on my bucket list for years. So I quickly gargled some mouthwash, and displayed my collection of porn, lube, and condoms I usually kept atop my dresser during those dry spells I experienced at times. I slipped on the black t-shirt Dee gave me to promote his band, some sports shorts, and a pair of grey sandals just in time for Dee to call again, confirming that he was downstairs. Jay was very nervous but I assured him that Dee was a good man. We rushed down to retrieve him. My face was beaming with delight at the sight of him. What a beautiful man! Dee had to be around 15 years older than me. His haircut looked like it was done within a day or two before. I loved when he got a haircut. I mean, I would fuck with him regardless but that nice edge-up was a definite plus. I practically jumped on him like a schoolboy coming home to find out his deadbeat dad had finally returned. It was the polite thing to do for me to introduce Dee to Jay and vice versa before we all trekked back up to my bedchamber.

I completely forgot Jay was in the room with us when I threw myself on Dee. We began to make out heavy. Our pink, slimy serpents were raging war in our respective dystopias. I held him very tight as both my arms wrapped around his tanned neck, in total submission to a passionate, overdue embrace. Dee played with my bubble butt over my shorts before reaching into the cookie jar. A couple of minutes passed before Dee pulled back and reminded me of Jay’s silent existence, staring in awe of our short-lived, make-out session. His wonderful breath smelled like weed and cigarettes as he whispered in my ear for me to ease my other friend’s discomfort. I kind of felt bad so to compensate for my rude behaviour, I went on my knees as if Jay was my religion, in unholy communion for the bread and wine I received for mere lustful pleasure. Jay’s dick was slightly longer and much wider than Dee’s dick, however it was Dee whose been playing the game far longer than him, even longer than me. Dee knows how to use his meaty extension much better too. Also, Dee was open to ANYTHING, ANYWHERE, AND ANYTIME AT ALL DOWN HERE IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA! Anyway, I sucked Jay’s dick like a savage. My tongue licking the shaft of his cock every time my jaw started to ache. His balls were huge! Like the size of cherry tomatoes. Dee eased his way to a crouching position before sucking my dick in return. He nibbled my inner thighs and took a huge whiff of my unique pubic smell he became so used to. Like father, like son, I mimicked everything Dee did to me onto Jay. This went on for quite a while.

Soon enough, Dee stood up and circled around me just to plop his sexy bear ass back down directly behind me to eat me out. His tongue! HIS TONGUE! HIS TONGUE! Oh my god! Wooooooooowwww!!!! It swerved every which way, exploring every crevice as the rosy serpent ceased to impede on its expedition despite it being difficult to do so given that I was kneeling as I continued to deep throat Jay. I suddenly stood up and bent down to continue the fellatio. At this point, Jay grew weary of standing so he sat down on my couch in front of my plasma screen TV. This gave Dee much better access to rimming my plump, hairy ass. Dee’s a fucking animal! Good thing I do yoga on a regular basis because I bent down pretty low. I can press my whole palms on the ground without bending my knees at all. Jay was moaning pretty loud, and Dee shoved my head down a bit further onto Jay’s cock as he shimmied his own cock into my spit-covered hole. Dee didn’t even need to use the lube. His saliva did the trick. So Dee started fucking me bareback as I allowed the push-pull motion to maintain my mouth’s course of action in regards to Jay. I loved how Dee’s cock was just the right size to pleasure me but not so big that it hurt.

Jay’s eyes widened like cherry pies.He must have been surprised that I was able to take Dee’s cock without a groan or grimace. Not even my facial expression changed. If Jay’s eyes were shut to begin with, he wouldn’t have known Dee was pounding me from the back at full velocity. Suddenly, I stood up and commanded Dee to suck Jay off. My jaw needed a break! Geez! So at that point, it was Dee who took my place as the monkey in the middle. I laid on my back first so that I can arch my head and eat him out, you know, to return the favor. I gnawed on, over, under, and in between his ass cheeks. It sounded like I was slurping some Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup and shit. Mmm, mmm good! If he didn’t want to use lube or use a condom, then I wasn’t either. Fuck, it’s the least I could do. There was a small part of me that resents and envies Dee. even now, as I’m typing this for your pleasure. He can have his fucking cake and eat it too. There’s a husband waiting for him at his home, and yet his husband had always been completely fine with all the shit Dee does. I slapped his ass really hard on his bear paw tattoo on his right butt cheek. My middle finger went in his ass at first, shoving it in all the way over and over again! Then two fingers… three… I look back and I wish I’d at least attempted to fist him. Maybe next time…. I clenched my whole arm around his neck, choking him moderately and pulling him away from his oral activity. I bit his ears, licked his neck, and kissed his cheeks and forehead while I pulled his head back. I traced his collar-bone while I asked Dee if he enjoyed my abuse. He nodded earnestly. I loosened my grip on his throat and demanded him to verbalize the affirmation. Dee yelled out “YES!” Then, I let go to spread my legs and bend my knees slightly to try to find a good angle to penetrate my Philanderer. I slowly tapped my uncut cock just above his hole as I watched him devour Jay’s dick. Jay’s eyes were closed tight as a seemingly permanent relaxed smile was displayed on his scruffy face. That turned me on quick. It was the same way Dee sucked me off a few minutes before. I jammed my engorged sex organ into him real hard as I held his waist like it was a life-preserver.

What a feeling of ecstasy! I felt the warmth of his hole encasing my dick whole. Perhaps I was bumping uglies directly on his prostate gland. My cock was never this hard when I jerked off alone during so many sleepless nights. Jay smiled at me and I winked at him in return. Desire’s needs were being met. My world spun at a rapid pace. I shut my eyes while I quickly gyrated my hips. Without looking, I held Dee’s head down on Jay’s cock all the way until he gagged. Jay was in it. He was enjoying himself and I can tell that he no longer felt nervous or uncomfortable at all. Quite the contrary, in fact!

Without notice, Jay held Dee away from his cock because he didn’t want to cum too soon. The perfect syncopation ceased. We all got stood up straight. Dee went into the restroom and gurgled some of my mouthwash, from the sound of it. The action moved from the couch to the bed. I went on all fours at the edge of the bed like a good little doggie, grabbed a pillow to hold and scream into when the time came, and waited for Jay to delve into my mystery. He smeared some lube on his dick and my fat ass. Like I said before, Jay was not into rimming at all. Abruptly, Jay jammed his penis in full force. Ahhhhhhh!!!! His dick had a lot of girth. Motha fucka didn’t even fucking ease it in. It was like a serial killer was chasing him so he had to fucking shove the key into the car ignition as quickly as possible. Fucking asshole! I was okay though. You see, I have been fucked by black guys with the biggest dicks you can imagine so I knew that after a minute or so, my asshole would relax until it became a numbing sensation.

Dee rushed out of the restroom right after spitting out the mouthwash. He marveled at how well I was taking Jay’s anal abuse even as he circled around my bed and laid on his back so I could suck his hairy daddy dick. A new indecorous act took place of the old. Jay fucked me good! All the while, I stared into Dee’s dark, beady eyes as I applied his pink lipstick before succumbing to the bittersweet fellatio once more. However, I couldn’t keep my lips around Dee’s cock for even seconds at a time. Jay fucked me wild! So Dee decided to get back up and watch from the sidelines, observing his cubby being taken from behind by another man. Who knew Dee was a voyeur? He witnessed my face all skewed and distorted as I continued to endure the wonderful pain Jay inflicted on my insides. Dee was smiling ear to ear when he reached his hand out to pet my head. I managed to grab his veiny hand and suck all on his fingers and in between them. Then I resumed resting both my palms on the sheets while Dee let me keep on licking his hand rather vehemently. I stared into his eyes again, smiling through it all, proving to him that my ass’s resilience rivaled my mind’s. Dee’s watch startlingly started beeping very loudly. Apparently, he had to be somewhere else. So, once again, we all stood up.

While Dee got dressed, Jay and I sat on my couch and began jerking each other off. I seductively asked him if he could stay just a bit longer so we can all cum together before his abrupt departure. Unfortunately, he declined my extended invitation. Jay just listened as Dee and I implored in a brief and open dialogue. He was a guitarist in his band. I owned a guitar but every time Dee agreed to teach me how to play, we always just end up fucking. Jay automatically started jerking himself off once I got up to give Dee a hug and kiss farewell. As always, Dee told me he’ll call or text me when he gets the chance for a future rendezvous. I never held my breath but I knew he always contacted me eventually. I unlocked my front door and slid the chain off before he left.

Two cubs resumed pleasuring each other. Jay offered to fuck me again, but by then, my asshole was so damn sore. So we laid on my quilt to finally finish our handjobs. I felt his eyes on me, but I closed mine and pretended Dee had stayed just a bit longer…

 

The Metafiction Approach

I ran down the corridor in haste for no reason. The professor isn’t even here yet. So I decided to unsheath my phone to begin yet another blog post. I’m trying to recall all the new words I learned throughout my searches of other blogs’ contents throughout the week. Man, the sentence before this one was quite a mouthful, huh? I used the word “throughout” twice in one sentence. I don’t think I ever did that before. I hate using the same word more than once in a brief period of time. One by one, other students began to slip into their seats in the panopticon set-up that is the classroom. What is a “panopticon?” Well it’s a systematic way in society for authority to look down on citizens. That sounded subjective though. But in this case, there’s desks that all the students sit in to face the teacher. If that explanation and example wasn’t clear enough for you, then look it up yourself. I just noticed my history professor is five minutes late. Not bad. I hate history class anyway. You’re probably thinking hate is a strong word. If so, then maybe I’ll replace the word “hate” with “dislike” like so: I just noticed my history professor is five minutes late. Not bad. I hate dislike history class anyway. Suddenly this lady walks in holding a couple piles of handouts. My history professor is a guy (probably gay but way too old for me) so maybe our boring lecture will be replaced today. I used the word “replaced” twice now in the whole post. Now I have to go on Google to search for synonyms for “replaced.” I’ll be right back…. Okay, I’m back. “Superceded.” … so maybe our boring class will be replaced superceded today. Eventually, the teacher came in and it seems to me like the lady is a friend of his. They hug and giggle and soon enough, he’s introducing my classmates and I to her. I forget her name as quickly as she says it. I usually don’t bother remembering females’ names for their existence is irrelevant to me. The purpose of her visit was to announce that next week will be Advisory Week. This information is actually quite useful to me so I listen intently, making notes in my train of thought to write down when she leaves. Why did I wait until she left to write down her important words? I look back and I can’t find a plausible way to answer this question. Now my history professor resumes his teachings. US History is such a yawn fest yet as opposed to his prominent humorous personality, the ambience of the lecture hall is at a perfect equilibrium between a mundane curriculum and an outspoken jester teaching it.

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Zombie slumber party!

Pinocchio! Pistachio! Fellatio! Wouldn’t it be sexy to perform necromancy to resurrect zombies for a slumber party? But I need a sacrifice. Lamb are too boring. Maybe an ex or an enemy? Nah! Donald Trump is a perfect choice! I doubt he’s worth anything in the spirit realm though. Besides, his toupee probably ate his soul anyway so his body is merely an empty vessel.  No more nocturnal emissions for him! Some might say that’s his real hair but I believe it’s his hair from his ass. Trump talks so much shit that his ass hair migrated to the top of his scalp. So that won’t do… How about Nicki Minaj? I really want a ménage à trois with some dead people! Grr! I don’t know who to kill! Elephants still stand when they’re electrocuted. It takes poise and balance to be sexually stimulated. Steven Hawking lubricates everyone’s asses in preparation for a soundless wind breaking the moonlit night. He’s valuable in making this party fun so I have to let him live. Who else could I sacrifice for my own personal gain? I can’t sleep because my illuminated halo is keeping me awake. The dead always intrigues me in some undeserving trance. So the only time I would pay any attention to anyone is if they passed on. Converting someone I hate to someone I admire requires their death to occur. So that means everyone cus generalizations are a way of life. And so now, I have billions of zombie fwb’s that lasted longer than that orgasmic night. Fascination in apocalypse, disappointment surviving 2012, that’s okay! Everyone is dead to me regardless! 🙂

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103 ways I love the world

This is my 103rd blog post! So this time around, I thought it would help me see the world more positively if I list 103 simple things I love about life. Maybe you can do the same sometime as your own personal blog post. Alright, my fallen angels, here we go:

1. Pizza! (It’s my kryptonite! I can resist any other food but this one!)
2. Taking a shower (it’s an underappreciated luxury!)
3. Drinking lots of water (it is so good for you! Drinking nice, cold water on a summer day is heaven!)
4. Sex (c’mon, we all feel the same way! I knew this was gonna be in this list so I got that out of the way now.)
5. Walking (clears your mind and it’s moderate exercise. Win-win in my book lol.)
6. Smiling at strangers (either they smile back or they look at me funny. It’s great either way!)
7. Listening to music (music is a powerful influence on the soul. Very impressionable…)
8. Air-Conditioning (it’s summer where I’m at and it’s hard not to appreciate my AC right now.)
9. Pets (my cat, Silly, is the only living being I know as of now who loves me unconditionally. Animals are better than humans in that regard.)
10. State benefits (it has been so hard for me to find a summer job so I’m so grateful that I can still pay my bills every month.)
11. Microwave Ovens (it’s so easy to cook things with this valuable household item).
12. Television sets (I should have just said TV, but I said it now so now what? Lol)
13. Parks (playgrounds, grassy fields, and naive children playing blissfully)
14. Skinny jeans (i look bangin’ in tight clothes, at least my legs do. Ha!)
15. Gym Memberships (cheap, effective, and got me looking the best I’ve ever been.)
16. Libraries  (so much knowledge in one building! I wanna just soak up all the wisdom like a sponge!)
17. Music (so many genres to fit into every category of minorities.)
18. Comic books (anyone who relies on only mainstream superhero movies are missing out on so much…)
19. Financial aid  (I am so grateful that i can go to college without paying out of pocket.)
20. Bread and other addicting carbs (so good yet my midsection… well it speaks for itself)
21. Jockstraps  (the perfect aphrodisiac… in my opinion at least lol)
22. Getting good grades in school  (nothing is more satisfying than earning an A honestly)
23. Physical therapy  (people’s bodies are aching and I am no exception)
24. Psychological therapy  (everyone should have a therapist cus they are the only people you can spill your guts to without worrying about betrayal)
25. Money (do i need to explain?)
26. Weed (gives my empathy a rest and i can’t stop laughing)
27. Sleeping (Heals your body and sets your mind free)
28. Theatre (performing arts awakens something dormant in myself)
29. Spare change jar (any chump change I have goes into the jar until i need it most)
30. Savings account (an upgraded version of a spare change jar)
31. Love (i have so much love to give and no one to give it to… so far)
32. Church (every Sunday i enrich my spirit and let my guard down just a tad)
33. Chivalry  (it’s currently in a coma but i have faith that it’ll wake up again)
34. Meditation (clear your mind and ignore all negative glances from ignorant onlookers)
35. Cell phones (no more cords and home phones are rare nowadays… but that’s not news)
36. Constructive criticism  (without it, i would continue being obsolete)
37. Hardship (the only thing in life that makes me stronger than ever before.)
38. Compliments  (not as effective as constructive criticism but feels better in the moment.)
39. 80’s ambience  (i think i should have been born in the 70’s to fully experience the 80’s. woulda coulda shoulda…)
40. Latin men (John Leguizamo, etc….)
41. Disney (corrupt as all hell but apparently we still can’t live without it.)
42. Advertisements (they can be so annoying but trust me when I say we are better having them than not having them.)
43. Independence (i can walk around naked in my apartment or stay up as late as i want. I am now in control of my life.)
44. Personal growth  (I’m not the same person I was before. I believe today is stronger than yesterday.)
45. The Sun (it may be extremely hot out this Summer but the Sun is vital for our existence.)
46. Remote controls (Americans can place blame on this invention for being fat and lazy too! Ha!)
47. Social media  (i don’t fall victim to the illusion that followers=friends but it’s great for advertising)
48. Jerry Springer (glad I can watch like this so I can be grateful that I am single.)
49. Fitness (i never felt more alive. I can do a split, touch my toes, and do a bridge!)
50. Literature (it would have made sense to put this one in the beginning but I’m winging it as I go along so bear with me.)
51. Aliens (they give me hope that the human race is not confined to limited space and time.)
52. Charities (hope in the form of selfless acts and Robin-hood-morals.)
53. Martial arts  (physical discipline only a few can tolerate and escape from victimhood.)
54. Silence  (it screams the truth, the only thing i wanna hear)
55. Coffee hour (a nice, relaxing time with the church family)
56. Sprinklers (dancing in the water to the beat of my own laughter.)
57. Texting (a conversation void of all emotions, just the way i like it)
58. Stretching  (works wonders before a work out. Don’t skip it!)
59. Cuddling (it’s so cute! Love and warm skin, enticing preliminaries…)
60. Spa (man, I’m way overdue for one!)
61. Sauna (the nice conclusion to an intense workout)
62. Blogging (a nice way to cope and vent, just don’t mention names or else it’s gossip.)
63. Men (some are so cute that I just wanna tickle ’em lmao!)
64. Free apps (and no thanks to in-app purchases, Google Play Store!)
65. Trees (i hugged a tree today but it was so sad 😦 )
66. Windy days (the Sun needs to play hookey sometimes behind some clouds cus I can’t handle too much hot weather)
67. Early mornings  (I prefer if there’s no one around when I meditate outside…)
68. Math (Calculus, Statistics, Trigonometry, I don’t care, I’ll do it all just for fun.)
69. Kama Sutra (just cus it’s number 69 on my list.)
70. Yoga (calms me down from all the racing thoughts I wake up to every morning.)
71. Blog likes and comments  (makes me feel special when my fallen angels appreciate my words.)
72. Being single (I don’t have to worry about other people’s problems or getting my heart broken again.)
73. Scarves (they’re so stylish! Too bad it’s Summer where I’m at right now.)
74. Hats (for the days I don’t feel like doing my hair.)
75. Movie theatres (it’s much cooler to go watch a movie when it first comes out!)
76. Gamestop (that was my Disney World as a child. Pitiful, huh? Lol)
77. Friends  (the TV show not the nonexistent people in my life. Ha!)
78. Glee (the first show that gave me goosebumps and butterflies at the same time.)
79. NYC Pride (everyone in the LGBT Community needs to go at least once in their life.)
80. True Colors Conference  (free hugs and kisses from both sexy and ugly people lol)
81. John Leguizamo  (my childhood crush but you would know that if you keep tabs on my posts.)
82. Chicken (i love chicken! That’s one thing I have in common with most people.)
83. TV antenna (free cable motha fuckas!)
84. Karaoke  (sing as if you’re in the shower!)
85. Credit cards  (money i don’t have now i may have later on… hopefully)
86. Restaurants  (i hate cooking so i pay someone to do it for me.)
87. Tattoos (they make look so cool! But it’s a very addicting habit.)
88. Karma (what comes around, goes around but you already knew that.)
89. Lazy days (I’m currently unemployed so i have a lot of these lol)
90. Locks (i lock my door, my windows, my mailbox, heck i would lock my keys away if I could!)
91. Nintendo (the world’s most prestigious video game company.)
92. The Simpson’s  (the only show that never ends)
93. Driving (it sure as hell beats riding in a city bus full of silly beggars :D)
94. Alcohol (losing my inhibition and forgetting my problems temporarily with a mere swig of whiskey)
95. Book-to-movies (I never bother reading a lot of the new mainstream books cus I know they’ll be movies someday)
96. 90’s TV (the new shows on TV are terrible. I feel sorry for new generations cus of this… and everything else too)
97. Ginger ale  (the only soda I allow myself to drink)
98. The Bible  (all of life’s answers are already written yet no one I know outside of church reads it)
99. Prayer (I have faith that God’s listening but I must remind myself things aren’t going to happen when and how I want them to.)
100. God (do I need to explain?)
101. Halloween  (the only holiday I like.)
102. My birthday (the birth of the Arcangel and leader of the fallen angels is definitely worth celebrating.)
103. Decapitation  (my sick “comedy fetish,” the one unusual thing that makes me laugh.)

Think you can write as many things you love about the world as posts you have on your blog? Give it a try and let me know! Have a wonderful day, my fallen angels! Over and out.

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Kamikaze Burlesque

Oh the humor enacted!
Such frivolous attempts to destroy your ego,
Heart bleeding tears and unkempt benevolence,
Ranting on and on to everyone else,
As if a magic spell to ward off longing and unreciprocation exists,

Hilarious to take pleasure in my turmoil!
So fun to look down on me like the epitome of shit beneath your shoes!
Oh I love when you underestimate my limitations!
So brilliant and all-knowing you must be!

You say I’m pitiful but you don’t know the half of it!
So happy I could die but maybe you can save my life,
Ha! I won’t hold my breath yet I still believe in you!
Laugh out loud so I know you still have a soul,
It turns me on when you’re not there when I need you most,

I feel high all the time sobriety has that effect to me,
The only times we got along were when you were inside me,
How flirtatious and half-alive you make me feel like a harlot!
I can’t stop laughing at how cruel and barbaric you are!
Facetious condescension is so sexy!

What a great guy to squander on my innocence,
First love occurs although you’re incapable of such beautiful things,
Rolling on the floor laughing in fetal position,
Until no one in the world wants to be around,
This depression numbs my intuition,

One by one you picked off everyone in my life til no one else was left,
Dependent burden was all I was to you,
I admire just how chivalrous you are truly the best I ever had!
In order to please you I abandoned myself,

Handsome facade they said the devil would seduce me,
This penetration got me breaking out in hives!
I don’t need to be on top to show I’m strong enough to giggle,
Wiggle wiggle jiggle jiggle!
Man the rhythm of the hit-it-and-quit-it is intoxicating!

I enjoy thinking about you making love to other men maybe women!
That question about your possible bisexuality was left unanswered,
You left me in the dark since the day we met,
It sure does give my diplopia a rest!
I miss screaming with delight inside your hairy pillow!

I’m glad I’m not a woman or else I’d be carrying the devil’s spawn!
That’s so awesome when men plant their seed and just walk away!
No wonder gay people are so envied!
Non-crooked people rejoice because it’s all the same!

Regardless of whose performing the fellatio,
Let’s experience a joyous occasion!
I only see your face in my dreams all your photos were burned,
While I danced around the flames and chanted a curse to deny all sanity,

Suicide mission if I can’t have you nobody can!
Laughing my ass off til you cum back inside,
I hack your life and all your secrets you kept purposely from me,
I have fun inflicting pain on you too!
Kamikaze killing myself while exploiting you!

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Xrotica

What a long day at work! All I want to do is crawl onto our futon and do things to you that wouldn’t occur in any Pixar film. It’s such a turn on as I watch you put on that lustful grin you do. My work clothing is thrown into our laundry bag. You must wait until I’m done bathing… but you can’t wait, can you? You got this craving to join as warm, soothing liquid fills our bathtub. Slapping my ass to show that this bath is not a solo mission. I pour in liquid soap and any shampoo that was still in our bathroom. You can’t stop touching my body for anything. Finally it was okay to hop in. My man took off his pajama bottoms and slowly transitions his body until I join him on an opposing half of our bathtub. My body parts rub against his in ways that’s causing him to moan. Smiling from across, my man starts to position his manhood towards my ass. Playfully first until I know just how big his dick is. Straight guys don’t know about this. Splashing soon occurs. Our bathroom rug is in ruin. Subconsciously I groan loudly. My man thinks it’s his doing but it’s not. I’m mad. Now I gotta look forward to scrubbing our bathroom floor following his climax. So I allow this anal play to go on. I throw my thoughts astray. All I want is right now.

If you haven’t guessed it, I just completed the Allergic to “E” challenge. Now it’s your turn.

The rules of are as follows:

Write a whole paragraph (a paragraph sounds easy right?) without any word containing the letter “e” (still easy for ya?)
By reading this you are already signed up.
Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge.
They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.

That’s it! I nominate everyone who reads this post but to ensure it’s survival here are a few names I’m putting forth just in case.

Amy
inspiredbythedivine1
Network Nerds
Daisy
TOpoet

Again, you have 24 hours or you fail. Anyone also not on the list but still somehow came across this post are automatically entered for the challenge. Good luck, my fallen angels!

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Handful of Paradoxes

Therapy-believer pain-reliever,
Soft-lover hard-cover,
Bitchy-singer drama-bringer,
Heaven-dweller hell-raiser,

Dark-stranger lone-ranger,
Game-player vampire-slayer,
Evil-doer good-screwer,
Skilled-liar impulse-buyer,

Introvert-writer lousy-dieter,
TV-watcher junkfood-muncher,
Metroid-worshipper signed-petitioner,
Church-goer chronic-sinner,

College-humor Psychology-major,
Shyguy-forever social-partier,
Unknown-author Xlibris-sucker,
Facebook-hacker Twitter-hater,

Heart-breaker motivational-speaker,
Care-taker spiritual-healer,
Mother-loser father-misser,
Interest-indicator hosting-fornicator,

Life-liver death-waiter,
Sufian, Fallen Angel leader

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Funny dialogue

Hello to my blogging fallen angels! Im still working on a lengthy allegory. I have been busy involved with the church and with advocacy unlimited. The church actually helped me apply for volunteer work at a retirement home in my neighborhood. And im also an activist for Advocacy Unlimited for people with mental health issues. I, myself, have those kinds of issues but nothing stops me from pursuing my goals and dreams in life. Anyway I wanted to end this short post with some funny dialogue.

“Me: What does he see in her?
Emily(my friend): I don’t know. To each his own, i guess.
Me: To eat his own what?”

Have a wonderful day, my fallen angels! Over and out.

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