at exactly this time last year i was walking around the streets of Mumbai in a sari eating a tofu kabob staring up at christmas lights in the trees that were full of leaves. here is to the past and all of the character building and strength it has to offer, or shall i write had. here is to taking advantage of that and bringing it in a year older a year wiser a year of new adventures and memories for the next one. here is to acceptance and to a better us and in turn a better world which makes for a better future which is half the celebration. and with our glasses raised, here is to love here is to strife here is to passion and here is to life.
Happy New Year.
Yearly Archives: 2012
2012…
PUNCH…
quite recently, i shared an experience with two friends and had asked for both of them to tell me a story about it. here is what he wrote…
A tongue, a taste, a run in lace, a run-in face to face to face. Legs splayed open, gasping filled, thighs entwined entangled swilled, a whine to wet my whistle, skilled hands play at pushing, pulled and peeled. A bell unchurchlike rings a hole, while able search-like fingers stroll until the choir sings anew, a fun night for a drunken Jew.
(2nd text)
Thrash and lust, lash and thrust, impassioned pushing asking trust. A first and second time for some, a bursting beacon beckons, come. Dizzy with the nights affair, daddy tissues fill the air, and mop a sweetly sweated brow, atop a cup-lined stern eyed prow. Mourn not ash, a future reap, poor Natasha, let her sleep.
FRENCH WHIPPETS…
i want to be a cat burglar when i grow up and slither around in sunflower fields with the strange French’s mustard yellows and off putting greens which remind me of alien plants of the Feed Me Seymour variety. i will wander amongst flowers and sunshine in black leather second skin pondering my job as a diamond thief and how i will make a nice necklace out of the rubies that i pocket and although i am felinesque i still dislike dairy and prefer coconut milk to cream.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL…
eat eat eat live live live love love love. in sweatpants.
VAMPIRE GLOVES…
there was a moment when i looked down over his torso and she had a cigarette dangling from her mouth ass crouched close to the ground in between spikes for heels both hands slamming firmly down on his cheeks over and over and over again with this paced rhythmic approach and a slow sound that shoots out from underneath her palms that can only be associated with spanking her eyes focused on the action right in front of her face with that cigarette dangling like a pro and she catches me watching and smiles that smile and stands up with stealth like a fucking ninja and ashes in his mouth.
APPLE SAUCE…
Suzie and Sophie sittin on his knee k-i-s-s-i-n-g
first came latkes then came a plan then came Daddy with his cock in his hand.
MELT MY KNEES…
sweet petite curvy puddin girl drowning in her own liquids and when i shove my spoon inside her pussy squirts out some more and i take a big fuckload spoonful of her and dip into clotted cream and open wide and she cums inside my mouth and i close my eyes and can’t help but groan this bitch is ridiculous and do it again and again i don’t want it to end and she becomes my little sugar whore looking up at me with big shiny brown eyes i think i see a tear and it makes me want to fuck her hard fuck her mean then lick that plate good and clean.