Friday, December 20, 2013

I Dealistic Hands

I sit and see my dreams in the mind's eye.
I watch as the future unfolds before me.
I view my life, as it could be, as it should be.
A vision of great potential flows through these fingers.
But it is only my imagination.
For when I open my eyes and see this reality,
It is painted, tainted, and stained,
Saturated with the blood of my fallen brethren.
The truth of the real is a lie.
This desert is scorched and dry.
The reality of existence is false.
And I am what I cannot be.
I loathe for what I cannot have.
Hope is a fairytale, a lie we tell children.
A lullaby to cast the spell of sleep,
So that they may share in the delusion.
Faith is for the weak minded,
The fearful who cannot accept truth,
Or too lazy to find it.
Like the false prophets before me,
I am the holy trinity...
The father, the son, and the migrant worker.
I close my eyes again and focus,
See the world as it should be, as I make it.
My vivid psyche captures all the colors,
And the universe becomes visceral.
But that is the escape, the falsehood I weave.
The lie I traded for a name.
Spun into others who share my pain.
Deception is the devil's realm,
And these idle hands are his playthings.
For I sold my soul for a masterpiece,
My name to be immortalized in history.
But I forgot to read the fine print,
And so it, with me, shall burn eternally.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009


She said she was submissive, could've fooled me. I'm the one with my hands cuffed to the head board, unable to move, while her lips are wrapped firmly around the base of my cock. She hasn't moved in minutes, I can feel her breath flowing through her nose, applying pressure on the tip. She thinks it's funny and shows it by giggling every few seconds, vibrating her tonsils on my shaft.

I'd ask her to stop, beg her even, tell her what to do, how I want it, but I can't. And not because I don't want to hurt her sensibilities or make her feel unwanted, which wouldn't be the case anyway, but simply because she gagged me with a thick rag, and the only sounds I can make are my gratifying grunts and moans.

She wants me to cum at her discretion and wants to take away any control I might have once had. I'm trying not to, but she feels so good, devouring me, taking me all in, pulling me deeper into her. I could release now, allow her fulfillment of triumph, but she might think less of me if I go to easy, too soon. I have to hold on, think of something else, separate my mind from the moment, this unbelievable pleasure.

I want to release so badly, explode my soothing seminal fluid down her silky soft throat, allowing her to swallow me whole and consume my entire being. I have to stop myself from looking at her, peering into her soft doe eyes that could melt my heart in an instant. I'm just glad that like me, she is unable to speak. Her voice can trigger something deep inside that could make me cum by a simple whisper or purr. But she whimpers and pants instead, all while tonguing my balls at the same time.

She knows just how to affect me, what I enjoy most, how to push my buttons, and she should, I taught her, I shared with her, I let her in, I wanted her to know. And just when I couldn't contain myself any longer, she stopped, raised her head and looked into my eyes. She continued to stroke me, first very gently then intensifying her authority, all the time staring at me, gazing into my soul. Of all the things she could have done, of all the things she knew would drive me mad with desire, she waited till the last minute to force her glance upon me. And as she stared with her beloved and wanting eyes she felt my eruption begin, quickly bowing her head to catch the very thing she'd sought from the beginning.

I couldn't stop it, and I tried so hard. When I was finished, she looked at me again, guzzled me down in a quick and satisfying manner, enjoying each and every drop of the life-force she just sucked from my body. Licking her lips, she moved up to my face, pressing hers hard against mine, colliding my skin into my teeth till they bled. Then she rose, stepped off the mattress and blew me a kiss from the door as she puffed out the candle, the only remaining light in the room, and locked me in.

And as I lay there, securely attached to an inescapable position, alone and in the dark, I could think of only one thing, the thing she told me from the beginning... she was submissive. Huh, could've fooled me.

Nothing More To Say

I have lost all words.
My previous illustrations of every magnificently sensual technique I know to make you scream in orgasmic delight, gone.
How can I compare language to action, speech to exploit, descriptions that hold no candle to reality.
You are a breath of fresh air, no better yet a world to myself, filling my lungs without needing to breathe.
Images of you fuck my mind causing mental ejaculation, clearing my thoughts, calming the constant dialogue.
How can I possibly write of you knowing my words won't do justice?
You can only be truly appreciated in the flesh, with lips to lips, finger tips to finger tips, cock to cradle.
I want to write about you, to you, for you, but when I sit back thinking of you and what to say, my mind becomes a blank canvas, awaiting your fragile brush to stroke new images.
Simply let me hold you, lay with you, rest inside you, pulsate from within you, and allow our actions to speak louder than words could ever do.

Pure Imagination

Hold your breath, make a wish, count to three...
Everything you've ever wanted, I can give you.
Your deepest longings I will place in your grasp.
Your every dream is within my power to grant, for I am your genie.
I was made to fulfill your wildest fantasies, Designed to please only you.
Other lovers have tried and failed, but I will not faultier.
All you need is to ask, to request my presence, demand my unyielding company.
With me comes all the affection you can handle, all the appreciation you deserve, and all the love in the world.
A proper invitation is all I require. No magical incantation, no rubbing necessary, just a simple please.
So what are you waiting for? Open your eyes, exhale, the anticipation is over, speak your heart's desire.


Fear not my lady
For we have met before
In dreams, in mind, in spirit
We have danced a thousand dances
Each one more riveting than the next
And every time we part
I await the next chance to dance again
To hold you in my arms
Caress your body gently
Become one once again
Beauty comes from within
And transforms us outward
There is no greater exquisiteness
No matching glamour
That could even come close
To what constantly emanates from you
You fear to meet my standards
My expectations, but I have only one
For you to be yourself
To be true to yourself
Any conception I have of you
Came from you, and only you
These things you think you are not
You are, and far more than I can imagine
Your voice, your consciousness, your awareness
The appreciation you have for life
The affection you show your loved ones
Your laugh, your smile, that's you
And those are the things I like about you
That's my attraction to you
It does not matter what you look like
Because you are already beautiful in my eyes
In my mind, in my soul
We both know a decent fuck is a phone call away
But you and I search for more
For that one that can make us whole
Fill in the gaps that have been stripped from us
I will give you everything you desire
But I can only fill so much of you
And you of me
The rest we fill on our own
We find it through the love of self
Through a complete understanding of ourselves
When we can look into that mirror
Find who we really are
And unlock it from the prison in our minds
Then we can enjoy life to the fullest
We can love to unmeasured heights
We can accept the love that shines on us
And there, in that moment of serenity
We'll find true happiness.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


I had her lay on her stomach with a small pillow under her head. She faced me with her head to the left, and she was staring at me. I told her to close her eyes and relax, and she did, but not before flashing me an evil grin. I splashed a little oil in my hands and rubbed them together, warming the cool liquid to my body temperature so not to startle her. She tried to peer out her left eye but I caught her and demanded it shut once more.

"Relax beautiful, take a deep breath and exhale."

I placed my hands on the base of her neck, slowly spreading the warm oil over her shoulders. She made a quiet sigh of relief as she exhaled, a sign that no one had touched her like this is a long time, if ever. I quickly gravitated to the tight knots deep in her upper back and slowly yet firmly, with just the right amount of pressure, eased my fingers into her skin, pressing on the stiff balls of stress.

"Harder, I can take it." She tells me with conviction.

"I said relax my dear, I know what I'm doing. You can't just attack with blunt force and expect any results. Lie there and be silent please."

She did as she was told, for now anyway, and again she released another relaxing exhale with a slight whimper. I found the knots again and affectionately eased on them, stretching them out with a circular motion. When they had been disposed of I moved up to her neck, she was tighter than I'd thought, and extended my fingers over the back of her skull and pulled her stress down and out her shoulders. Within minutes she was asleep, she warned me this would happen, but that wouldn't stop me from continuing.

I had released everything in her back and neck, her ass and thighs, and even her calves and feet. She had the most amazing little toes I'd ever seen, but I didn't tell her that.

"Angel" I whispered to her with a hand on her lower back and my lips to her ear. She looked up at me with tired eyes that made me blush when they connected with mine. So innocent, so sweet, so adorably cute in all the right ways. "I need you to roll over sweetie." She did, almost reluctantly, but understood when I told her she'd been sleeping for nearly an hour.

Her bare breasts and pussy forced a jolt of energy down my spine and into my genitals, awaking my dormant member creating a bulge I wouldn't be able to hide much longer. I started on her voluptuous bosom, her nipple piercings glistening in the soft candle light as I rolled her breasts under my strong grasp. She didn't sleep again, she couldn't, this was too enjoyable for both of us. Long moans emanated from her throat as I focused my thoughts on healing her, making her feel good.

"Mmmmm, please don't stop." She begged, more moans, louder and more convincing.

I slid my hands down, over her sexy little tummy, caressing her hips and waist. Her moans grew louder as I rubbed the inside of her right thigh, unconsciously parting her legs wider. Her right hand relaxed and grazed my jeans, alerting her to my growing dilemma. As I continued to massage her thighs, she rubbed my stiffening muscle until it could no longer enlarge.

"Here, let me get that for you" she said, unzipping my pants and attempting to move her body up.
"No love, stay there, I'll move to you." And I did, shifting closer to her head but still reaching my right hand to her thighs.
My jeans dropped to the floor and she pulled my boxers down to expose my rock hard cock that pulsated up and down in sequence to her own tender massage of my balls. She drew her head closer, parted her lips and started sucking on the head of my dick. I lifted my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying every second. Her moans started again, louder and louder, turning into pleasurable grunts. In the midst of her cunning diversion I didn't realize her legs were spread wide and I had inserted two fingers into your dripping pussy.

I found 'her spot' very quickly, as I always did, and curved my fingers up inside her, applying forceful pressure deep within her. Holding the back of her head, I pulled her closer and closer until I was throat fucking her. The gurgling of saliva and the pleasurable grunts quaked my cock in her mouth. The sweet aromatic, orgasmic juices began flowing from her throbbing cunt, squirting on her delicious thighs and covering my hand. I held her down as her hips drove my fingers further inside her and she came again.

This time I came with her, ramming my cock all the way down her throat, shooting my hot load into her stomach. When I knew I was empty, I removed my softening shaft from her mouth and allowed her to inhale. She gasped a little for air and her heaving bosom lifted and lowered at a fast rate, slowing moments later. I removed my fingers gradually from her sopping wet pussy as she took in another shocking breath of air.

She curled up in a fetal position, still releasing soft moans and barely noticeable twitching jolts emanating from her insides. I pulled the blanket at the floor over her tantalizing body and reached for the cold glass of water on the night stand.

"Here my sweet, drink, you'll need to rehydrate after all that."

She lifted her head and drank a large sip, letting a little spill out the side and drip off her flushed cheek. I bent down and lapped it up, then kissed her on her pink lips. She thanked me in her most sensual tone, dropped her head back on the little pillow, and slept once more.

Promises with hopes of fulfillment

Thursday, August 6, 2009

To That Special Someone

Hush my love, don't speak
Allow me to gaze upon thine eyes
Stare into the vast abyss
These beautiful windows to your soul.

Through your eyes I can see everything
Past the moon and the stars
Marvel at the wonders of this universe
And see all the way to the creator.

And what a spectacular architect in deed
With the ability to take all the worlds exquisiteness
All the worlds magnificence
And channel every bit into you.

Through those stunning eyes
I can see my past, my present, and our future
See what lovely treasures await us both
And understand what truly matters most.

Hush my beauty, my queen
Allow me to take in all your splendor
For what powerful appreciation and affection
Must have gone into constructing you.

The gods certainly took their time
So much love, so much patience
All worth the finished product
Well worth the wait and want I've felt.

Your lips, pure and perfect
Your hips, alluring and refined
Your fingertips, delicate and enticing
You are simply ravishing in every way.

Please speak now my angel
Let me hear your heavenly voice
Permit me to listen to your song
While elegant melodies escape your lips.

How privileged am I
To hear these mystifying tones
Traveling from your being
And entering my soul, cleansing my very essence.

My goddess, my mistress
Lay with me a while longer
Consent to my unworthy touch
And forgive me for not being as divine.

I do not dare to sleep, to dream
My most sublime visions
Cannot compare or even come close
To a reality with you.

Stay with me, hold me
Cradle me in your celestial arms
Warm me with your radiant body
Pull my head to your bosom and keep me safe.

And although I am simply a man, plain yet humble
You granted me passage to your heart
A gift unlike any other
And I vow to keep it protected for all time.

Close your precious eyes my sweet
Seal your faultless lips
Relax your blissful body
Let me watch you rest.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Patience and Time

I dreamt of you again, even though I don't know what you look like. I'm sure it was you, for when I called your name in the shadows you did not correct me, you simply touched my hand, whispered yes dear in your most seductive voice, and lead me to your darkened chamber. The engaging smell of roses and lilacs mixed with the arousing scent of your skin filled my nostrils, making me light headed. I felt intoxicated by your presence, like quickly standing with a wine buzz, where the room spins and I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

We reached the soft comfort of a bed and sat next to each other, your left hand in my right, our other hands searching in the darkness, finding one another's bodies, probing for that special spot. You find mine on my neck, smoothly caressing up to my cheek. I found yours mid thigh, moving tenderly up in between your legs. The moist sensation at my fingertips felt familiar, like home. Our lips delicately meet, not yet fully touching, and your sweet breath filled my senses causing a sharp shiver up my spine and into my skull, jolting me forward to connect your lips with mine. You quickly pulled back and I assumed I'd crossed a line, but you smiled that seductive grin, groaned a little, and rushed your tongue into my mouth.

You tasted more enjoyable than I had ever imagined, too intricate to describe with words, too tasty to compare with anything else. And your tongue with mine danced with each other, each knowing the right steps, each following the same rhythm, like they knew what to do without us having to tell them.

We slowly retracted our tongue tied grasp, allowing each other to catch our breath. You broke the hold of my hand and slid up the bed, slowly leaning back, elbows propping you up, forcing your back to arch in the most erotic way. With one finger you beckoned me nearer, and as I moved closer your legs parted in anticipation. Leaning over you now, our identical eyes locked each other's gaze and you silently invited me in. If there was a heaven I had surely found it, and I was harmoniously flowing in and out with waves of incomprehensible pleasure. Our bodies moved together in tune like we'd done this a thousand times before and your moans of satisfying bliss put angelic voices to shame.

The explosion that came from within you felt more powerful than an atomic bomb, and your gushing river of pure fulfillment held the warmth of the sun. I could not take my eyes off you as you lay there feeling complete, glowing in the darkness like some beacon for lost sailors in a fog filled abyss. And although I did not cum, the experience was greater than any orgasm I had ever felt. Simply watching you and sharing that moment was a gift with greater value than all the jewels in the world.

Saddened when I awoke to find I was alone but was instantly reminded of those three magical words that always brought a smile to my face. And I groaned and moved in flourishes of delight as I closed my eyes, pulled images of the dream back to my mind, and repeated those words over and over, Patience and Time.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Quote of the Day

"I want to get a job as someone who names kitchen appliances. Toaster, refrigerator, blender.... all you do is say what the shit does, and add "er". I wanna work for the Kitchen Appliance Naming Institute. Hey, what does that do? It keeps shit fresh. Well, that`s a fresher....I`m going on break." ~Mitchell Lee Hedberg (February 24, 1968 – March 29, 2005) May he rest in peace with a bottle of rum and a tri-breasted hooker.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Quote of the Day

"Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind." (Leonardo da Vinci; April 15, 1452 – May 2, 1519)

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Quote of the Day

"We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies." (Spanish philosopher Jose Ortega y Gasset; 9 May, 1883 - 18 October, 1955)

anti-Valentine's Day

This holiday is bullshit, created by fearful poets, too cowardice to express their love face to face with the ones they lust after. Chicken shit artists that would rather communicate through pen and brush than use the extremities nature gifted them. And unimaginative men and women, who would give a rose before a caress, a Hershey’s kiss before a real one, or a three dollar card with words they should have spoken in body language.

Chaucer, you Old English prick. You turned fiction into truth, comparing avian mating rituals to human courtships. Shakespeare, you poor confused closet queen, misusing a so-called Saint to demoralize women, turning maids into whores. Valentine, those seven men who apparently did something no one can remember, marked as saints by these popish words, "... whose names are justly reverenced among men, but whose acts are known only to God." Or Esther Howland, abusing her father’s stationary store to manufacture one more day requiring men to buy fake crap for women.

Oh you Hallmark holiday fucks, too lazy to cut giant hearts out of crimson construction paper, too lethargic to crazy glue glittered lace into borders, and too damn dull to inscribe your own words that you need a company to do it for you. Love is overrated, biochemically no different than eating large quantities of chocolate. But we are forced to buy them, just in case the ones we wish to woo but won’t take us home can still feel something later.

I’m not a cynic by nature, I believe in the possibility of love, I’ve just never actually seen it. And Valentine’s day well, it’s really all about glutinous corporate greed pushing chocolate covered candies, flowers, and in some cultures, a chicken, all in the effort to buy into this thing called love. It’s a Catholic holiday masked behind a word and a feeling, tricking everyone into becoming religious without the choice.

They should officially change the name to single’s depreciation day, for being alone I guess isn’t bad enough. They need to rub it in your face, forcing you to watch “happy” couples frolic and prance like a spoiled rich kid with a new car shouting, “look what you don’t and probably will never have.” I think along with the massive amounts of red, white, and pink shit to buy there should be large discounts on hand guns only sold with a single bullet, inscribed with “love stinks” on the casing and a broken heart etched into the tip.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

In the great oddity that is human existence,
I am but an illusion,
created and cast down upon you
to unveil the deception
that has been pulled over your eyes.
When the curtain is removed,
you will see what I see,
feel what I feel, breathe as I breathe,
and at that great moment,
you will become your worst fear...
you will be alive.

Friday, February 6, 2009

"We all pay for sex one way or another; at least hookers are honest about the price." (Lie to Me)

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Quote of the...

"Man is the only animal that can make love while facing his victim." (Pat Dixon)

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

"Is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away?"

Monday, February 2, 2009

Quotes of the Day

"'Tis better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt." (Abraham Lincoln; 12 February, 1809 - 15 April, 1865)

"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.." (Albert Einstein; 14 March 1879 – 18 April 1955)

"A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need the advice." (William Henry Cosby Jr., Ed.D.; born 12 July, 1937)

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Quote of the Day

"Any man who does not accept the conditions of human life sells his soul." (Charles Baudelaire, 1821-1867)

Friday, January 30, 2009

It's Dick Cheney's Birthday, so it's Dick Cheney's Quote

"Except for the occasional heart attack, I never felt better." –June 4, 2003

What You Want

My life is a dream
A physical illusion
The only lie I’ll ever tell.

I’ve spend my time in this place
Creating a phallical fallacy
Believing it is what you craved.

I’ve watched douche bag brothers
Chauvinistic fathers and pig-headed friends
Treat goddesses like whores.

I listened hard and heard well
All your gripes and complaints
The things you prayed they’d do
And wished they hadn’t.

That no means no
Yes means yes
And maybe never happens.

I modeled myself to be the best
To cherish your faults
And immortalize the rest.

I learned you are unique
Each body part special
Every heavenly word intoxicating.

You told me what you wanted
You told me how you wanted it
You told me when and where it should be.

You gave me a definition
A creed in which to follow
A mask in which to wear.

But the definition was bullshit
The creed never set in stone
And the mask cracked and broken.

Because I can’t define what always changes
I can’t chisel an idea never agreed upon
Can’t fashion a mask that has no prototype.

And since I can’t be what could not exist
I’ll be that lie
I’ll be that illusion
I’ll be that dream
But I won’t be yours.

Quote of the Day

"I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated, but he replied: 'The bigs hit me, so I hit the babies; that's fair.' In these words he epitomized the history of the human race. " (Bertrand Russell; 18 May 1872 – 2 February 1970)

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sodomy and Flowers

She requested a sadist, an asshole, a destructive force to barrel down her sacred tunnels of salvation with a love muscle and a fist. She demanded pain, both mentally and physically, in the bedroom and everywhere else. She wished to be verbally abused, told she was shit, and smacked when she disagreed. And she wanted a good looking man to do all this, not an overweight guy with missing teeth, and tall, with a full head of hair and a longfellow that could fill her beyond capacity and stretch her to the point of tearing. “Spank me, cut me, burn me, scar me, but never call me honey, never say I’m pretty, and above all else, never send me flowers.”

I told her what she wanted to hear, promised her pain and torture, torment and agony, with no respect or remorse, no apology or excuse. But I needed to know why, why she needed that kind of suffering in her life, what happened in her past that created a craving for such a destructive lifestyle.

She said “I'm sure that you, as a man, have experienced what happens when you are a really "nice guy." The woman eventually takes the lead and ends up waking all over you. The man ends up feeling resentful and can’t stand his bitchy girlfriend... running directly into the arms of a sweeter less demanding woman. The bitchy girlfriend ends up leaving him for a more dangerous controlling type. It’s happened before and will happen again. I might be a bit extreme in my tastes, but they're mine and I can’t help it. In my mind if a man is so enamored with me so as to hurt me to keep me near, then it can’t be that bad after all.” Her response was sobering, shocking to the core. “I have never been damaged or raped or traumatized. My parents were very loving. I’m just wired to enjoy control. It makes me feel more feminine. I don’t think I would want to be beaten or raped all the time. I just want to know that I can’t boss you around...ever.”

So I told her the truth, told her not what she wanted to hear but what I wanted to say. “I hear what you're saying about "nice guys" and "controlling women", but can't there be a compromise? Can't a man be nice to a woman and the woman accept that? If you want to pop on some nipple clips and have me sodomize you till you have explosive squirting orgasms that's fine, I'd be more than happy to, but I'll still cook you dinner and bring home flowers.”

Some time passed before her reply came streaming to my inbox. The anticipation of rejection building up, the expectation of dismissal rising through my chest, choking, suffocating, sharp in my throat. When I double clicked on her name and began reading, the words were unexpected, startling even, and in that single moment I took one step closer to understanding the psyche that is “woman”. Unfortunately it was one giant leap backwards to understanding women.

This was her retort and I shit you not, “Well if you’re offering to sodomize me and still bring me flowers then I should tell you that I love you and want to have your baby.”

Who knew that the way into a woman’s heart would be sodomy and flowers?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Quote of the Day

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” (Aristotle; 384 BC - 322 BC)

The Deadliest Thing on Earth

What is it about a woman that just eats at your soul?
Is it the way their built
How each individual part fits perfectly
Forming a unique and divine orchestrated concerto?

Their eyes how they beg
Peering deeply into you
Stripping what is desired
Those lengthy gazes that stop time
Transforming you into something else.

Those lips, oh those lips
When unfastened release heavenly harmonies
Hypnotizing all that listen
Accompanied by tongues that lash out in both pain and pleasure.

Perfect breasts that equally feed adult fantasy and infant hunger
Sensual playthings for all to enjoy.
Or their supple buttocks
Firm yet pliable
A lethal combination with the right pair of heels.

Oh but the best part is saved for last
The prettiest flower nature ever designed
That moist cavern of endless promises
The facility to gift ultimate gratification
While separately bestow new life.

Independently these parts hold no real purpose
No allure, their powers stripped, capacity diminished.
But pieced together in the proper fashion
They become the Deadliest thing on Earth...

A Woman