Grinding the axe
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Posted:Jan 17, 2007 7:37 pm
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2007 4:16 pm
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A funny thing happened to me the other night while I was flying solo.
Just before climax I felt a tightening pain in my chest, which was not helped at all by the already labored breathing.
I worked through it and got my reward. As I sat there on the corner of the bed going limp I started to think of my own mortality, and how amazed it would be to be found dead with my dick in my hand.
We have all heard of auto-asphyxiation horror stories, but in my case there was no rope or bag involved, just my hand and some lube.
I started thinking about the things that would be found in my home by family members who had the daunting task of distributing my material possessions.
My collection of porn, (Biggest selection of Asian on my blog I bet.) pocket pussy, and the ex-girl friends underwear would probably be the most embarrassing things, but then again, I'd be dead so I would not really have to worry about it much.
So the question is, I wonder if anyone could benefit from a service where upon death, a contractor comes to your house before family, and removes these types of items.
Since we are all friends here I'll go ahead and ask....
Whats in your drawers, and closet that you don't want anybody to know about? Also when you go, what are you planing to do about it?
Have a good night y'all.
Ken
PS. Can I interest anyone in a slightly used and worn pocket pussy?
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Mind Slips
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Posted:Jan 9, 2007 8:21 pm
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2007 7:46 pm
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Sometimes I feel that things I set down slip into other dimensions.
A book I was reading vanished off the coffee table for three days and suddenly reappears, or like the case right now, I'm looking for a bill I left on my desk that I want to pay, and it's gone.
My house mate or occasional guest would probably not have anything to do with this as they would not like that book, and certainly would not want to pay one of my bills, so I have narrowed the problem down to me, or possibly a slip in the fabric of the space time continuum, yeah, but like I said, it's probably just me.
Allowing for certain normal phenomenon, like an object falling off the table, or covering it with other objects, I don't see how things can just disappear like this.
I know what your thinking...."Just go on line and pay it." Well, I would, but then I'd need that account number which is of course on the lost paper.
The funny thing about loosing something is when you find it, you realize that it's always in the last place you looked.
Sometimes when I look at my relationships I see a similarity.
I think it's one place, when it's really at another, and then before you know it, you've lost it. So you look and look, but to no avail.
Then suddenly, often when unexpected you find what you were looking for, and then you decide you don't want it anyways.
As I'm sure will be the case when I find this bill.
Ken
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Damn, time to buy a new calandar already?
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Posted:Jan 1, 2007 2:19 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2007 5:24 pm
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So around 2AM I was out walking my dog.
I passed by some houses that were still filled with revelers, and caught bits of of several conversations while walking by.
I also started to think about all the past events of this year, although admittedly, some from 2 or more years ago probably slipped in because they of course built up to the road I am on now.
Saddam is dead, North Korea is still unchecked, Somalia is in turmoil, the Secret Service is probably escorting Jenna Bush away from a keg party, Kie will never come back to me, I'm not getting any younger, and my just ate a turd he found in the park.
As I left work on Friday I jokingly told people "See ya next year!" Now I'm wondering where did this last one just go?
It's 4AM now. My house is really still right now.
Nothing going on outside, the clouds barley move.
It's like time is frozen.
I begin to thing of all the ways that time matters.
Seasons come and go, our bodies create new cells, the hands on the clock move, another heart beat passes, the digital clock lights up in a new pattern, and the electric bill grows a little more expensive.
But are we really moving forward?
Time can never become stagnant. A second in a black hole is just as long as a second under the ocean. Although the gravity may not be as kind.
I can't imagine what eternity would feel like and am glad I have no desire to live forever.
Even if I could, in time our own sun would collapse on it's self and as life on earth is wiped clean time would still be there, the universe still stretching out. Thinking about the endlessness of it can really get your mind to hurt.
Ken
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For what it's worth...
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Posted:Dec 25, 2006 7:47 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2007 5:34 pm
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Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays (Or in my case regular days when the rest of the world is closed.)to everyone!
In a few hours from now I am expected to make a social grace appearance so the better half of this free day off will be used shaving, picking out some nice clothes to wear and practicing smiling in front of a mirror.
One good thing about the Holidays is that most people do seem to be a lot more warmer, call it Christmas spirit, or don't wanna be left cold outside, I don't care, but I wonder why they can't stay that way year round?
Everybody take care and be safe today!
Ken
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Are we gonna end up glowing or what?
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Posted:Dec 18, 2006 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2006 7:41 am
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Ah...
What to write? What to write?
Nothing much going on in my zombified brain right now.
I feel like I am soaring on autopilot at the moment.
Lefty is doing well for all those concerned, been pain free for a couple of days now.
Work is going to be hard and fast for the next week so I doubt I'll have much inspiration for anything to blog about.
Sometimes on nights like this I feel like I need to reach deep down and pull something up, but not this night.
This night I don't have many concerns.
I did read in the news however that North Korea has decided to resume talks on the nuclear treaties it has decided to break.
The place I hear, is in Beijing, China.
China shares a boarder with North Korea and it's in that countries best interest to help settle them down and get Kim Jong to stop beating his chest for a while.
Growing up under the threat of nuclear annihilation is nothing new to most of us.
But I don't think the world is destined to end in a man made flash.
The USA and former Soviet Union had nukes pointing at each other for the longest time, same with Pakistan and India. But it seems like cooler heads always prevailed in the past.
It does concern me that a rogue nation like NK will try to help others to indirectly attack us in the USA with nuclear devices, but not enough that it makes me change the way I live.
I remember that in junior high, while other wrote about things that concerned them like how to get the boy or girl in the freshman class to like them, I wrote about how I thought terrorism would be the cause of the third world war.
My Social Studies teacher delighted in the thought that I may someday have a part in diverting that, but to what would probably be her dismay, I don't.
On the other hand, it's a good thing that I don't have access to the red button.
I'm not saying I would use it, in fact, I have a lot of Japanese friends and any time I hear people talk about nukes I think of the horrors that befell Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, let alone lesser known areas where fall out is still causing high infant mortalities, and cancer.
Why is the human race so bent on destroying it's self.
Great minds should think about ways to settle problems, not about how to make weapons that unleash so much terror that we are afraid to use them or to have them used on us.
I also don't like the US's stance on no negotiating with so called "terrorist". Communication is essential in all forms of relationship, be it lovers, enemies, or just people passing by.
All end on this note before allowing my political view points start to unravel here.
If we are so smart, then why don't we communicate?
Are the nations leaders really that damn stupid? Or is everyone just waiting until I take office to unfuck the world?
Ken
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Unforgettable.
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Posted:Dec 12, 2006 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2015 9:01 pm
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What a smile you surely had,
It made my heart melt when I felt bad.
Your beaming face.
shining like the moon, in all it's elagance and grace.
But Jewles, I didn't know about all the hidden strife.
About the stuff that made you take your life.
Some may say that you went to a better place,
after you tore yourself apart.
I would have to agree, if you consider that place to be my heart.
It's been fourteen years now and I miss you so.
Even though you are gone, I still see your light glow.
Ken
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Okay Dad you can beat me, but you'll never BEAT ME!
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Posted:Dec 6, 2006 9:20 pm
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2007 7:29 pm
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I never really liked my dad.
I don't remember him ever touching me with out it hurting.
The thought crossed my mind if I wanted to share this or not, and then I decided why not?
I'm not the only one I know of on this site who's had this kind of childhood.
One thing I learned is no matter how fast, or far I ran his tyranny would be right behind me.
So would his belt, fist, or any other object at hand.
Once after trying to run, I ended up with my arm grasped in a bench vice while the slap job on my head ensued.
People may say "Well where was the mother?" Let me tell ya, she got it worse then me when she interfered, which she often did, if she was around.
One of the last times I saw him was when we moved to Kansas.
I don't know what started it, but he was beating her and I came running down the stairs to defend my momma. I threw my 8 year old frame at him with all I had and diverted his attention long enough to get a wallop that sent me reeling into the wall causing us to loose our security deposit.
He mumbled as he left and at that time I decided I would love to see him dead.
Animosity built up for many years, then I found surrogate fathers. People who taught me what being a man is all about.
My mom while single had to pass up many men in order to raise me and my brother.
Finally when I was about 12 or 13 one came into our lives who decided to stay. A good man! He never laid a finger on us in rage.
Took care of us, made sure we had enough to eat, and decent clothes to wear.
The years before on welfare were hard to get by. I became introverted in school because the other had better homes then the one I had. Money, clothes, and love from two caring parents.
While my step father was able to give me someone to finally look up to besides my hollywood heroes and the occasional friend my mother had, it did nothing to ease my hatred towards my real father.
One day, (and this is very hard to admit.) I was outside watching my 4 year old half brother, and 3 year old half sister. My HB decided it would be fun to hit her with a baseball bat and when I saw him hit her and then begin to chase her around I got so angry that I ran, jumped the fence and back handed him.
I bloodies up his nose pretty good and as I stared down at him bleeding on the dirt I realized I had become what I most despised.
I now hated myself as well.
I was so confused, I tried to protect an innocent, but in doing so I harmed someone weaker then myself.
My teenage mind could not understand the conflict building in me.
I know now that there was possibly a better way to deal with it, but then and there, oh boy what can you do?
I realized that I was my father's .
It scarred me.
I did not want to become this.
This was not my karma. This was not right, this was wrong.
I was getting in fights at school more often. Mostly after I would intervene on a friends behalf and then have to face the bully after the bell rang.
I was a small boy, so I had to be very vicious when I fought. Then the bullies friends would want a piece of me, it was a cycle I could not break.
Through my martial arts training I then began to learn that peace was my goal, not conflict. That violence begets more violence.
Yet oddly enough, I was either drawn to it, or it always found me.
I never really hurt my brothers and sisters after that one day and it took getting me pulled from the public school systems to stop fighting in the streets.
I even found God for a while. And became a pacifist. But then as I grew older and the BS of religion fell from my eyes I needed to escape that too.
So after high school I joined the military. I was now in the perfect environment for violence to once again flourish in my life and eat me alive.
After coming back to the states, I took a job where I was security supervisor at a local hospital. Then one day the operator there told me some news.
My Grand mother from my father's side was dying in room 321.
I went to see her and I could tell by the glassy look in her eyes that she did not have long.
She died. As my father's family were planning the funeral I got a call from dear ol' dad.
He wanted to meet me. It had only been about 15 years since the last time he saw me. I agreed to the meeting but told him not to expect an opened arm welcome.
The thought of kicking his ass weighed very heavily upon my mind.
But then as I saw his truck pull up, and the feeble old fat man get out, I felt pity now. I can't kick a weak old man's ass!
I could not believe that the big hulking monster was now a slobby old washed up bastard.
We started talking. He even took a couple of pictures.
As the night went on I reminded him of the fact that he used to mercilessly beat me for the smallest infractions. I let him know, that he had turned me into a killer.
That my life was never happy because of his lack of judgment and the scorn of growing up with out a man to teach me how to act.
Then a song called drunk daddy from the Cherry Poppin Daddies came to mind and I told him...."Dad, you can beat me, but you'll never beat me."
I realize now that my life may not have been great, but I got by, and that my actions shaped the man I became, not the abuse, not the abandonment.
I knew I did not have to be like him. I knew that I was on the right track to avoid it.
Although I can never forgive him, I no longer wish him dead.
It's true. He did beat me.
But he did not beat me.
Ken
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Thank you all for the concern.
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Posted:Dec 4, 2006 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2006 4:05 pm
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I was having second thoughts about posting on this, but my in box is filling up with concerned people asking about my health lately.
Here is the deal.
My second sonogram confirmed I have two cyst on the epididimis of my left testicle whom I have named "Lefty".
I have talked with the best urologist in town and am considering a procedure that should provide relief for the condition.
The other option is to just get used to it, and hope they go away on their own.
The good thing is that I don't have to rush my decision because the problem will not cause any harm other then that dull pain I have been having for several weeks.
Thank you everybody for your concern!
I will be fine, and biologically speaking still very functional, just with a bit of discomfort.
Thanks for all the helpful insight and prodding as I am a stubborn ass when it comes to matters of my health.
A guy learns who his friends are in times like these.
Thanks again everybody.
And lefty says "Hi!".
Ken
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Sorry to have left ya hangin'!
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Posted:Dec 1, 2006 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2006 4:13 pm
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I have wanted to blog about so many things lately, but have been too busy to collect my thoughts, synthesize them into a recognizable pattern and write them.
I will try to settle down, and blog this weekend, when it gets a bit more still.
Thanks to everyone checking up on me.
The sonogram shows that it's a boy! Just kidding...we are still working on getting to the root of my ball pain.
I saw the Urologist today and had a second sono.
I'll let ya know what happens next as soon as I have the info.
Thank you all for your support.
Ken
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Are You Extraordinary?
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Posted:Nov 27, 2006 6:39 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2007 9:11 pm
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Whats Ordinary anyways?
Do you have a special talent?
Or are you bold and valiant?
What sets you apart,
and what makes your dreams?
What do you do when life is unraveling at the seams?
Can you handle praise? Do you deserve a raise?
Or do you sleep all day, and get a paycheck anyway?
Okay, sorry, that was all stupid. I needed to take a brain dump.
My point is I wanna know what sets you apart from every other person?
Tell me about a talent you have, or something you have done that makes you stand alone in the crowd.
Ken
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Ya See? I Can Take Advice.
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Posted:Nov 25, 2006 11:45 am
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2006 3:31 pm
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Recently I posted on the Als seeing information and advice on a problem I've been having.
About a week ago at work, I kept getting this sensation behind my left testicle like it was being slapped.
Pain to me is just my bodies way of saying "Hey we ain't dead yet mother fucker, so keep truckin'!".
I walked it off but had thoughts that maybe I was experiencing some torsion issues.
The next day it came back again, and again, I dealt with it.
Later on in the week it had come and gone and it was easy to dismiss it but finally I decided to ask on the AL if anyone else has had this type of experience, since torsion usually happens in younger boys.
The post even had an invite for anyone who'd like to take a shot at me for being a dick to them, and I was surprised to find that all of the responses were sincere.
They also all said get to the doctor as soon as I can.
I took that advice and went. (I would have walked it off again if not for all the urging of my friend on the ALs.)
During the examination the doctor (Internal med, the Urologist is still gone for holidays.) said he found an abnormality that concerned him.
He thought that it could just be an inflammation but wanted to see me back in a week for a re-evaluation.
Something did not feel right in the area of my epididymis.
I thanked him and took the prescription for my antibiotics and as he walked me out he said not to worry too much, and next week we will talk about further treatment if needed.
As I sat in Walgreen's waiting for my drugs, I noticed other people who were sicker then I.
I began to play out worst case scenarios in my mind and decided I have my belly bound and can accept anything thrown at me.
I still have some pain despite using the anti-inflamatories and antibiotics.
I want to stress to the guys that every thing looked pretty normal to me, and if you ever have pain in the nuts don't be dumb like me and wait, time is precious in these cases, and nobody will take as good care of you as you will of yourself.
I am about to go take my nuts on a test drive right now, but before that, I want to thank all those who helped me to get my shit together and go.
Especially you DIMPLES. I thought it was ghost pain for a while, and your comment was the one that made me grab the keys and get out the door.
I could not email you personally to say thanks, so I'm doing it here.
I'll let you all know how it turns out next week.
Until then I'll just blog about what ever comes to mind.
Thank you all once again. Ya see? The AL does work!
Ken
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We interupt your regularly scheduled rant, or erotic story to bring you this specail news bulletin.
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Posted:Nov 22, 2006 4:33 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2006 9:33 am
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It is with a mix of sadness and joy that I bring to you all this post.
My good friend JUICY(856) has informed us all in her blog that she will be leaving the AdultFriendFinder community for now.
This blog posting is in her honor and designed to let you share with her your best wishes, and sentiments.
I'll start:
JUICY, from the moment I saw you on the AL's I thought you were untouchable.
Your beauty stopped me in my tracks, and left me bumbling for words after reading every post you made.
Your words were always so funny, yet cut and dry and to the point.
You displayed a wisdom far beyond your years, and treated us all to visions of your graceful curves and intriguing brain.
I would have never thought that our paths would cross and that you would become one of my dear friends from this site.
Remember how someone was giving you some crap on the AL so I emailed you and jokingly (Well, half jokingly anyways...I was serious if you needed it.) said I'll give you the name of one of my Yakuza friends in Hawaii if you need that punk taken out?
I was soooo happy to get a reply. The thought that I was able to steal away a few minutes of your life to make you interact with me was great.
Now however, I know I stole nothing....rather you CHOSE to give me your time instead.
We started to email back and forth on a regular basis getting to know each other better, and reading each other's blogs.
I learned that you had one of the most pure hearts of anyone on this site.
And that being beautiful did not exclude you from the problems that other people have.
That it in fact had a lot of it's own problems and the same as everyone else's.
I took an instant liking to you, and despite the common thought of this being a sex site, my feelings for you ran deeper, more like those of a big brother little sister (With nice boobies.) type of feeling.
I LOVE YOU JUICY!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I am hoping you all the best luck in life as this move starts to reshape the life's of you, us, your family, and friends.
I will always be around to support you, and lift your head above the water if you ever need me.
You know how to contact me, and I hope that we are able to keep in touch.
Even if you never come back to this site, and I never hear from you again, you have reached out to me, and shared a life time of insight and love that I will not forget, even as I lay old and decrepit on my death bed.
In one of your last emails to me you sent me pictures of my two favorite star wars characters. Yoda, and Darth Vader.
I'm sure few people knew why we always talked about them.
Darth Vader being a ruthless, cunning, ambitious bastard, and Yoda being an enlightened benevolent hobbit.
Both are found a little bit in me. And I showed them to you a time or two.
You have made me a better man JUICY!
You held my hand and guided me when I was blind, and you spoke in to my heart when my ears were deaf.
I will NEVER FORGET YOU.
Peace out!
Ken
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How I Commune With God....OR, PART III
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Posted:Nov 21, 2006 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2006 10:26 pm
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As you continue to rub me through my underwear, you find a slightly sticky patch of cloth that seems to beg you to rub it harder.
Sitting up right you say, "let's get you outta those."
You pull the elastic band and lightly snap it back on to me.
Then with us both smiling and looking into each other's eyes you bush in and downwards, but I catch you stealing a peek as my cock jumps out at you.
Now we fall side to side on the bed. Our lips smacking like some kind of bimbo chewing gum. I notice you place your leg at an angle where you can slide your shin into my groin.
You catch the underside of my tool and then slowly raise and lower you leg rubbing it up and down against your leg and my body.
This is fine and all, but the musk filling the air is calling me to explore you more.
I lock my heel into the edge of the mattress and place my hand on your left knee.
Next I slide it down and outward, while using my right hand to guide your right leg up and over my left.
My left hand comes to rest on your pubic bone with it's palm down. You feel my four fingers together slowly creeping down with my thumb out to the inside of your right thigh.
My fingers work slowly and lovingly to arouse you even further while my right hand grasp your right hand and brings it up to my mouth.
I kiss your finger tips, inserting them between my parted lips. As I do this I am slowly inserting my own fingers into another pair of now parted lips.
I clamp my teeth softly on your index finger, just to let you know I'm there, like a who will not easily give up it's bone.
You try to pull your hand away, slowly so as not to kill the moment, but I won't allow it to move.
I am looking for your surrender. And it does not take me long to find it when my fingers start to circle inside you.
Your elbow grows limp as you sigh, and I release the grip I once held on your finger.
Now you are becoming mine.
I turn over and switch hands. The new angle of my touch is sheer delight for you. My right thumb now rubs your clit in every direction alternating between long strokes, and quick flicks.
I feel your wetness running over the top of my fingers and flowing over my knuckles.
I start to rub the outside of your labia with your juices, Using just my index and middle fingers.
I look up to get feedback on my actions and see that you are pleased, but I think to myself, "You have not seen anything yet."
I kiss the top of your left knee, and shuffle my self around and between your parted legs.
I hold the outside of your shin and then stroke it with my left hand. while you know is about to happen next I decide to build your anticipation by circling your knee with my lips.
Taking a nibble here and there on your leg as I work my way down to your inner thigh. There you feel just the tip of my tongue tracing the path of your pulse.
And then finally you feel it!
My soft lips pressing against the sopping wet lips of your pussy.
I kiss gently at first, only on the outside, moving my head around to explore which angle gives you the best bang for the buck.
Then I press my kisses deeper.
You feel your body giving way to the battering ram of my mouth. My tongue needs no extra lubrication then what you are already providing, as I begin to lap you up.
Your smell and taste are arousing and I can't help but play with my self a little while using one hand to open you more, I bend my arm up into a half triangle shape in order to explore deeper with my serpentine tongue.
Your breathing is so heavy now, breast heaving, and flushed.
"I need that cock!" I hear you say. And you don't have to tell me twice.
I rise up, dick in hand, and see you scoot up towards the head of the bed.
I then watch as you slink towards me like a tigeress.
Your palms making deep contact with the mattress, and inching closer towards me. I watch your shoulders roll, and your breast sway while that ass of yous undulates up and down.
I place my palms on your back as I feel the warmth of your mouth close around me.
You release me and I fall from your mouth.
With out using your hands you go down following the shaft with your open mouth and closing once again around the head and bringing it back up.
My eyes flutter at the sheer pleasure.
I lightly grasp the back of your head, but I need not guide you.
You slicken me up and begin to swallow down deeper.
I step off the foot of the bed to stand and allow you a little more comfort while your deed is done.
There is little eye contact as you are busy pleasing me, and know I am watching you.
I reach out to the night stand and pick a condom up off the top.
As the package tears, you feel me beginning to thrust in your mouth.
We both know it's time to get the show started now.
I lift you up to me and we kiss tasting each other, and ourselves. I ask you to turn around and to pull the pillows closer to us.
As you turn you can feel my hand stroking your ass, and caressing every curve your back side has to offer.
Once the pillows are in place I give your ass a slap.
Oooh...feisty!
I figure which way is which on the condom and roll is slightly around the head of my now throbbing and abused man hood.
I press it up to your still dripping wet love cave.
As I insert more the condom unravels farther.
Finally it comes to rest at my base, but I still have a couple more inches for you to take before you get to rest.
Once I am balls deep in you, I pause. Trying to see if the slight bend in my cock does anything for your g-spot stimulation.
I Then begin to pull my hips back and am surprised to see you rock in unison with me.
So I thrust forward again and hear you pout.
You look back so I swat your ass again. This time a little harder then before.
You look away and raise your head up to the ceiling. I begin to work on you like a well oiled machine.
The sight of your ass while I am taking you doggie style is too much for me.
It's perfect shape, and squeezablity are amazing.
I become harder and pull out temporarily to look and see if the tip of the condom is still there.
I plunge back into you, but you are expecting it.
My thrust are met with your inner muscles squeezing back.
You reach back with one hand and I take it.
Then you reach back with the other which I also take. Your head rest on the pillows on the center of the bed.
Your tits rock back and forth with every thrust.
I place my knees on the bed and start pulling your butt down and on top of my legs.
You start to erect yourself and I cup your boobs in my hand. Now my thrust are deeper then ever in you
With your back to my chest I bite at the nape of your neck.
Your breast are fondled by one hand while my other one plays with your clit.
Our moans are loud but we have nobody around to wake up so we don't pay them any attention.
I start to get that feeling of a hose filling up and about to burst.
I warn you. "Baby I'm about to cum."
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Is all I hear back.
My left arm reaches to the top of your left shoulder and my right folds across your belly, as I pull you down on to me and try to thrust as deeply as I can while primal passion takes over.
Because our words were few during the excitement I am not aware if you have orgasm ed, but I know I am about to, and this moment in time is mine.
My eyes begin to see flashes of gold and green light. My head spinning and my senses so high.
My rhythm is finally interrupted by the first spurt. I try to regain but am then cut short by the second.
The third, the fourth.
I have just died, and gone to heaven.
Reaching around my base, I tug to make sure the condom is safely secured, and I pull myself out of you, despite my desire to stay in until I become limp.
My mind is thoughtless, and my motions mechanical as I pull it off, and with out looking toss it into the can.
I feel your breath on my face, and still don't know who I am, where I am or how I got there.
This is my communion with God.
I start rushing back into myself and embrace you.
I don't ask you my silly question of orgasm because I know you are smiling, and that is enough for me.
I lay down, my head on your bosom.
Our heart rates start to slow.
Those cigarettes are starting to look really good now.
THE END
(Now Stop Your Bitchin'....Hehehe.)
Ken
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