Wow, long time since my last post....so I will proceed to rant.

"Why do men always lie?"

What the fuck ever!

The ability to lie, dear people, is not an inherently male trait!
"Yeah...I've got an 8 inch cock as thick as a coke can..."

Ok, I'll give you that one....that is pretty much an exclusive male lie, especially coming from a man that in reality looks more like a Ball Park Frank....

But ladies...seriously...at least men don't have 4 isles at at every pharmacy and megamart dedicated to perpetuating lies committed by females daily.

Yes, I am talking about the cosmetic and hair coloring departments!

Altering ones outward facade for the sole purpose of appearing more attractive, is in essence, LYING! Ok, so this is one of those lies we consider acceptable, because afterall, it is generally done to please us, I get it.

But I digress, let's get to my main point....a word it seems everyone is so afraid of...FAT!

"Hello...my name is Michael...and I'm fat..."
There, the world did not end!

So it seems, there are several different catagories of fat...you have large, big boned, big framed, stocky and stout. These catagories are generally used by fat men. (I forgot my personal favorite...beefy)

And then, we have BBW, plump, ample, robust, rubenesque (my personal favorite) and chunky, which are generally used by the ladies. Oh yeah, the flavor of the month for this last year...THICK!

Then there is the "a few extra pounds" and "a little extra padding" These catagories appear to cross all gender lines.

National Institutes of Health lists BMI (Body Mass Index), or the percent of body fat you have, into catagories: below 18.5% - Underweight, unless you are an athlete; 18.5-24.9% - average/healthy; 25-29.9% - overweight; 30-39.9% - obese; 40% and up - morbidly obese. There are exceptions for body builders and the elderly. And I can tell you, nowhere on the NIH website does it list BBW, ample, plump, stout or stocky. (Although it does have a chart to determine if you really are "big boned")

But what got a big laugh out of me today, when the fuck did "PETITE" become a code word for fat?!?! I was browsing some bio's and came across a pretty picture of a nicely trimmed spread eagle pussy that caught my attention...this pic was taken with the camera at her feet pointed toward her head....so looking past the pussy, you see this belly sticking up. So I looked at the rest of the pretty pictures and she's hot, but definitely plump...if not ample! So I read her bio and there it is....she describes herself as petite.

Petite.....really?

Come on people, if we can't be honest with ourselves then you aren't going to be honest with others, and you sure as hell can't get upset when someone is less than honest with you. Honest communication is CRITICAL in our lifestyle people!

Just because you are 5 foot even doesn't make you petite...especially if you are over 200 pounds. It makes you a Weeble Wobble!

Stop hiding behind code words....do you think we aren't going to notice pretty quickly that you aren't being upfront?
Be confident in who you are and what you offer. You survey every man and woman on here, and I bet you find a large majority will tell you attitude and self confidence are of more importance than physical appearance.


If you are fat, then ROCK IT!

I am in charge of security at a local night club, and I see it every night I work. You can tell the people who are ashamed of their appearance, and the ones that are confident. They don't wait for you to tell them how sexy they are...they tell you how sexy they are just in how they carry themselves.

If you don't like the way you look, then change it. If you are ashamed, want to be humiliated and live in Virginia...message me!

Laugh of the day....came across this juicy tidbit scanning bio's:

female, bisexual, submissive, 5'4, 255 lbs

(FIVE FOOT FOUR INCHES, TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE POUNDS!)

Ok, whatever, there are all kinds of people in this world.

 "seeking the One for me, he must be physically fit....."

 MUST BE PHYSICALLY FIT?!??!

 I am 6'4 and you are 30 pounds over MY football playing weight, yet you demand that he be PHYSICALLY FIT?!?!

You pretentious little cunt, how fucking dare you make such demands when you can't keep your fucking hands off a jelly donut?!

I am a fat man, I make no excuses, and I try not to discriminate...

I gaurantee you will be the first one complaining when you can't find a "quality Master"

You don't deserve a quality Master, you deserve to be chained to a treadmill and severely beaten if you don't stay with the pace, and fed nothing but lettuce until you are trim and fit!  THEN you dour little cunt, THEN demand a Master that is physically fit!

Ok, rant over.

Once again I find simple courtesy to be wanting around here. 

COUR-te-sy  noun - a polite behavior; adjective - Given or done as a polite gesture. 

I guess I keep being suprised because you would think that those engaged in a lifestyle that requires the mind to be open to so much, would also understand how important simple courtesies are. 

"Thank you for you thoughtful note, it was appreciated.  However, after reviewing your profile I find we wouldn't be a good fit. Take care"

THAT is a proper response to someone that spends more than 15 seconds writing you a note.

Once you go through and delete the 168 different emails calling you a bitch and demanding you to fall to your knees, then go back and actually READ the messages that show some thought and effort.

You've heard the term "Pay it forward"?  Keep that in mind....generally speaking, the courtesy you show others will be revisited upon you. If you are ignorant toward others, you give up all right to complain!

Good Luck To You!

WHO SAYS A SADIST CAN'T BE A ROMANTIC?!?!

This is a seduction story...

Seducing a woman is like a good recipe. You have to have all the right ingredients in all the right places, and you have to get the temperature just right. If all are done properly, you have a fabulous meal! So here's a great recipe!

How To Cook A Woman

You arrive in the evening, a little after sunset. I open the door and there you are, stunning as always. Just the sight of you inspires me. The things I want to do for you, to you, with you….the thoughts make me dizzy with excitement. I can see the anticipation in your eyes; after all, this night is all about you. I kiss you softly and lead you into the apartment. The only source of light in the room is a fire in the fireplace, and a few candles, which give your skin a soft, warm glow. The music is low, subtle, good background for conversation. I tell you there is a gift for you in the bathroom, why don’t you go open it while I get something to drink. When you enter the bathroom, it too, is only lit by candle. On the sink is a large Victoria Secret box with a note attached. The note says, “I know how shy you are, and how nervous you must be undressing in front of me for the first time. I hope this makes you a little more comfortable. Please put this on, and only this.” You open the box and find a beautiful white silk robe. You undress and put it on. It feels so soft on your skin, so cool.

When you return to the living room, I’m sitting on the couch waiting for you. You look like an angel. You sit and I pour you a glass of wine, Asti Spumante, because I think you will like it, fizzy like champagne and a little sweet. We sit facing each other, and talk for a while, just relaxing, enjoying each other’s company. As you talk, I watch you, mesmerized, as the candlelight dances in your eyes and your smile reminds me of why I’ve wanted you for so long. It doesn’t take long for you to notice that I’ve stopped talking, and I’m staring into your eyes intently. For a moment, that little girl shyness overcomes you and you look down, and bite your lower lip a little pensively. I lean in close to you, gently place my hand on your face, my fingers softly tracing the hairline on your neck while my thumb caresses your ear. I kiss you again, pulling your lower lip into my mouth so I can gently nibble it. I look into your eyes again and ask if you are ready. Yes. I pour you another glass of wine and excuse myself. Soon after you hear the sound of running water.

 When I return, I smile at you, take you by the hand, and lead you to the bathroom. The smell of jasmine fills the small room, the aroma steaming up from the tub. There’s a small stereo playing a cd, light saxophone with the sounds of the ocean in the background. I take your glass of wine and set it on the counter. Standing behind you, I help you out of your robe and hang it on the hook, resisting the overwhelming desire to stare at your naked body, and let my eyes follow every curve, count the goose bumps. Your skin is alive with anticipation, tingling with excitement. As I hold your hand, you slowly step into the tub, one foot at a time. It’s very hot, but not unbearable. You turn and face me, and for the first time, allow me to see you completely. A sight I’d imagined so many times is now before me and I am in total awe of you. Our eyes lock and I see what I’d been hoping for…absolute trust. Tonight, my eyes, my hands, my lips, my entire body and soul, every ounce of energy I possess will be used to worship you, to make you feel like the goddess you are in my eyes. You lower yourself into the tub, slowly, letting your skin get used to the heat. As you lay back, I put a rolled towel behind your neck, to make you comfortable. I tell you to just relax for about 15 minutes, I have something I need to prepare. You lie there, enjoying the heat, feeling it relax your muscles, the jasmine bath oil soaking into your skin, soothing you.

 15 minutes later, I return, carrying two large fluffy white bath towels and place them on the sink. I ask you to roll over and lie on your stomach, supporting yourself with your forearms. Using a large hair clip I put your hair up so it won’t get wet. I’d love to wash your hair, but we’ll save that for another time. I ask if anyone has ever bathed you before. When you tell me no, I inform you that you are in for a very sensuous experience.

 I put on a pair of terry cloth gloves, get them wet, and lather them with a jasmine scented soap bar. Starting at your neck, I slowly begin to wash you, with a light touch, but not so light as to tickle you…I want you moaning, not giggling. The desired effect is there…quiet little moans begin to escape from your throat, and you start to feel aroused. I tell you that this is just the beginning. I very patiently wash your back, making sure not to miss a line or a curve. I slowly move my hands to your ass and begin to gently caress it, washing it in a light circular motion. This is why I chose these gloves over a washcloth…so you could feel 10 powerful fingers spread out washing you, caressing you. You’d always thought I was kidding when I told you how good it felt to have someone wash your ass, now you know how wonderful it feels. I slowly, very very slowly, slide the side of one of my hands down between your cheeks. A surge of pleasure flows through your body and an involuntary gasp escapes from your mouth. I move both hands to the back of your thighs, and begin to caress them, pushing down along your legs, slowly, moving toward your feet. One by one, I lift your feet out of the water and clean them….back of the ankles, soles of the feet, between the toes. Foot rubs always feel good, but this feels heavenly. When I’m sure your feet have had enough attention, my hands start their journey back to the top. As I move them back up your legs, my fingers dance delicately between them…very close to your center. I linger there for a moment, gently caressing the inside of your thighs…just close enough to tease. I whisper, “not yet”, and I begin to move my hands again, over your ass and up your back, to your neck.

 I have you turn over again, onto your back. The flush in your cheeks and the lazy eyes tell me that you feel really good. The smile you give me just confirms it. I lather up my gloves again, and gently wash your face; careful not to soap your eyes and making sure you can breath freely. I take a wet washcloth off the sink, and gently wipe the soap off your face. My hands move back to your shoulders, and I slowly wash down each arm, one at a time, so that I can take your hands into mine. Seamlessly, our fingers interlock and slide between one another.

 I make my way back up your arms, and slowly begin to wash your breasts. One at a time, I caress them in a slow circular motion. They are so firm, and full, it takes every ounce of restraint I have to keep my mind on the task. You didn’t think your nipples could get any harder, but they do, every time one of my fingers comes into contact with them, more blood rushes into them. I can feel your heart beat quicken, your breathing getting heavier. I move to your stomach, again being careful not to touch too lightly. Every time my hands move towards your sweet spot, the one thing that brings the most powerful men to their knees, your heart races faster. You can hear the blood pounding through you, feel it rushing towards your center. My hands get closer, your hips, almost imperceptibly, rise up, inviting my touch. Your knees part, sensing the inevitable. Your hands cover mine, attempting to direct them to bring you relief. My hands lightly brush over your hair, sending a shudder through you.

 Your hands, with more urgency this time, attempt to guide me down between your legs. I whisper to you, “patience”, as my hands move around, to your thighs. I can’t help but to smile at the groan that escapes you. I repeat to you, “patience”, although at this point it’s more of a reminder for me. Playfully, you tell me that I’m teasing you. “I know”, I tell you, as I think of all the times I’ve seen you in jeans and a tight t-shirt. I spend a few minutes working my way back down your legs toward your feet, revisiting familiar places. When my hands finally move back up your legs, slowly, I can once again feel your body start to tense with anticipation. You know where I’m heading, finally. You spread your knees as far apart as you can, quietly damning the walls of the bathtub. I move my hands up the inside of your thighs, rubbing them in a circular motion, getting closer each time. Once again, you put your hands atop mine, this time more forcefully, and guide me to where you want me. I put one hand over your pubic mound, just caressing it, feeling the hair swaying with the motion of my hand in the water. Finally, I cup you in my other hand. I feel a shudder run through you, as you gasp, and inhale deeply. After a few seconds, I begin to move my hand gently up and down, tracing the lines with my fingertips. Even through cloth gloves, I can feel how swollen you are. I can see the ecstasy is apparent on your face, as you gently chew your lower lip. Your hips begin to rise and fall in gentle rhythm with my hand. Using two fingers, I part your lips, and my middle finger slides between them. It only takes a few strokes. Your hand clamps tightly over mine. Your hips surge violently in my grip. Your back arches, and you let out a moan of sheer delight, as the spasms wash over you, bringing you to paradise.

 When it ends, you reach your arms out, pulling me toward you, almost on top of you into the tub. You put your arms around my neck and kiss me, tenderly. You finally realize that the water temperature has dropped and the goose bumps return. I help you to stand. You have to lean into me for a few seconds, until you get your knees to stop quivering. I turn on the shower, check the water to make sure it won’t scald you, and use the hand held to rinse you off. I take one of the towels and begin to pat you dry, making sure not to miss anything. The towel is very soft, and warm. I see the surprise on your face and tell you they are fresh from the dryer. I step back and admire you, and understand why for centuries artists have tried to interpret the beauty of a woman’s body. In my eyes, you are perfect.

 I wrap a dry towel around your waist, and drape one across your shoulders. I lead you back down the hall into the living room. Now the only light in the room is the fire, and you hear acoustic guitar. Classic guitar is very seductive, very romantic. On the floor a few feet in front of the fire, you see I’ve laid out some padding, covered with a sheet. I remove the towels; you no longer need them, the fire enough to warm you. You lie down on your stomach, feeling the softness of the Egyptian cotton sheet. In the light of the fire, the flush color of your skin turns to a golden amber, almost glowing.

I kneel down and straddle your back, with a knee on each side of your waist, very careful not to place my weight on you. I place my hands on the back of your neck, my fingers on each side. I begin using my thumbs to rub the nape of your neck, up and down, mild pressure. After a few minutes I remove my hands. You are startled at the coolness of the lotion, as I spread a line across your upper back and shoulders. It’s cool, but a nice contrast to the warmth of the fire. My hands return to your neck, but this time, I start by massaging the area between your neck and shoulders. My touch is much firmer, to work the lotion into your skin. You feel your muscles begin to melt in my powerful hands. Any tension in your body a distant memory.

 Slowly, methodically, I work the lotion into your skin, firm pressure, pushing the muscle, pushing the skin. You are thankful you don’t have to move, at this point, you doubt you could, your muscles so completely relaxed. As I move my hands further down your back, I need to adjust my position. I begin to straddle your hips, one knee on each side. As I lower myself into position, for the first time, you feel my arousal, my hard cock resting gently in the valley of your beautiful ass. The thin mesh of my shorts the only thing restraining me, preventing you from feeling the heat in my flesh. Feeling my desire for you…my cock…hard…pulsing…raging….mere inches from penetrating you…the feeling is almost overwhelming, triggering your own arousal once again. You feel the blood surging into your pussy, the lips swelling, the heat building, the passion taking over.

 The cool lotion brings you back from the edge. Once again, my powerful hands go to work on your back. I spread my fingers, they encompass the entire width of your back, my thumbs on your spine, my pinkies wrapping over the sides. Starting at your lower back, I begin to push upward, from your lower back, over your shoulder blades to your shoulders…one long, slow, powerful stroke. I have to lean forward to reach your shoulders and as I do so, you feel my cock slide over your ass, my balls dangling between your legs. You moan deeply. I bring my hands back down your back and repeat this process, over and over, varying the pressure in my fingers, until the lotion is completely worked into your skin, and the friction starts to build.

I adjust my position again, this time, your knees resting between mine. I begin to work fresh lotion into your ass, massaging each cheek. Never before has your ass felt so good in two hands; the kneading…caressing…rubbing…worshiping.

 I move down to your thighs, rubbing the lotion into them in long strokes, from your ass to the back of your knees. I then straddle each leg, in turn, and begin to do them one at a time. My hands almost encircle your thigh. I again begin long, slow strokes. My inside hand gently brushing against your pussy with each up stroke. Your arousal continues to rise. I can feel the heat coming from your pussy, see how swollen you are , smell the juices flowing. I again need to remind myself to be patient, the desire to have you overwhelming me. Each time my hand brushes against your lips, your hips rise a little, willing me to explore further. As badly as you want it, by now you know that I’m not ready to release you. Sensing the urgency in your body, I move away, and begin to massage the back of your knees, and your calves. I move to your ankles and finally your feet. I spend extra time rubbing your feet….the tops, the soles, the instep, and the toes. They’ve never felt so good. I love your feet. When I finish massaging them, I start to kiss them, very lightly. You instinctively start to pull them away, but I don’t let you.

 Once I’m sure your foot is satisfied, I begin my journey back up your leg. This time instead of massaging my way up, I use a much lighter touch, and caress my way up, following my hands with my lips. I kiss my way up your leg. Soft, gentle kisses…moist lips, tip of my tongue. Your entire body is enveloped with passion, overwhelming desire. As I begin to caress and kiss the back of your thigh, your hips again begin to rise in anticipation. Your legs open further, inviting me to where you want me. My hands begin to softly caress your ass, as I kiss the inside of your thighs, inches from your pussy. I breathe deeply, inhaling your scent as if it was a drug and I were an addict. Everything inside of me screaming to go for the kill. Lying between your legs, my tongue tracing circles up the inside of your thigh, I can only imagine how you feel. I’m in heaven. I move my tongue as close to your pussy as I can without touching it. Quickly I change direction and move my mouth to your ass. I begin to caress it with my lips, my tongue. I work my way from one side to the other. I know I’m torturing you, and I’m enjoying every second of it. I begin to work my way down the other leg, exactly as before…massaging the thigh…the calf….the foot. When I put your toes in my mouth, I wonder how much longer you can take it, before you explode. I wonder how many times I can make you cum before I put my face between your legs and devour you.

 I begin to work my way back up the leg, just like before, except your reactions are more pronounce, more vocal, more urgent. I discover your right thigh tastes as good as your left. I spend more time on your thigh, and then your ass again, pushing the envelope, bringing you just to the brink of no return and pulling back again. I look up to see where your fingernails have dug into the sheet. I can’t wait to feel them on my back. Lying down between your legs, with my chest resting on your ass, I begin caressing your back again, following my hands with my lips. As my hands and lips move higher on your back, my hips slowly start to inch there way up, between your legs. My mouth moves to your neck, and I begin to slowly kiss it, suck on it, gently. I lower my hips and somehow, without your knowing it, I’ve removed my shorts. I rest my naked cock upon your ass. The heat of our flesh together is almost too much to bear.

 I crawl around and kneel in front of your head, whispering in your ear to turn over. I cradle your head in my hands, my thumbs gently rubbing your temples. You open your eyes momentarily and stare into mine. You smile and I kiss your forehead. With my fingertips, I begin to gently caress your face, tracing your eyebrows, your cheeks, your lips, your jaw line, your ears, your neck. Everywhere my fingers go, my lips slowly follow. I crawl around and straddle your waste, again being careful the only weight you feel on your stomach is my hard cock and my swollen balls. I lift your right arm and begin to massage lotion into it, starting at the shoulder, working my way down to your hands. I take my time, making sure to get all the lotion into your skin. I spend extra time massaging your hands. A good hand massage is very erotic, very relaxing. Your hands seem so small and delicate in mine. I kiss your hands, placing each finger in my mouth, slowly sucking each one. I kiss your palm, gently sucking on your wrist, the inside of your elbow, all the way to your shoulder. I repeat the process on the other arm, making sure to give equal attention.

 When my lips reach your neck, you put your head back, allowing me better access. With my lips I can feel the pulse racing through your neck. I gently nibble on your ear lobes, and suck on your neck, careful not to leave any marks. With great restraint, I lean back up. I just sit there staring at your face, until you open your eyes. I then take the lotion bottle, my eyes never leaving yours, and squeeze out a line of lotion across your breasts. The cool lotion makes your nipples spring back to life. I begin to massage them, slow circular patterns, my fingers spread wide, my hands gliding over your skin. I can feel your heart beating, stronger, louder, your breathing getting heavier. I rub lotion on your stomach, gently massaging it. I have to lift my hips and pull them back to reach all of your stomach. As I move them back, my cock is now resting in a nest of your soft pubic hair, my balls lying gently between your legs; you can feel their weight and know you are in for an explosive finish. My hands move back up to your breasts to finish off the last of the lotion. I’ve taken my time but I can wait no longer. I want them in my mouth. They are perfect, full and firm. I’ve fantasized about this moment many times. I slide my body down so that my hips are over your knees. As I do so, my cock rubs across the top of your pussy. The hair softly caressing my cock as it slowly passes by, you inhale sharply, your pulse quickens. I place my lips at the base of your throat, slowly sucking on it, working my way down between your breasts. I suck the tops of your breasts, the sides, the bottoms. There isn’t an inch of them that hasn’t felt my lips. Using my tongue, I trace circles around them, up to your nipples, gently sucking them into my mouth, taking turns between them. I pull them into my mouth, gently grasp them with my teeth, flick them with my tongue. Your hands grasp the back of my head, rubbing my neck, my shoulders, gently digging your nails into my skin.

I begin to kiss your stomach, and as I do so, my hands begin massaging the tops of your thighs. My tongue finds your belly button, and I flick it around inside, sucking on it at the same time. Your hips begin to slowly gyrate, knowing that very soon, my mouth will find it’s ultimate target, and send you to paradise.

 The hair on my chin mingles with your pussy hair. Almost there. With the tip of my tongue, I trace the hair line; careful not to go where I’m not ready to take you. With my teeth, I gently pull some of your hair into my mouth, sucking on it. Your hands grasp the top of my head, trying to guide me to where you wanted me. “Not yet”, I tell you, and I move my mouth to your thighs, working my way down one leg, caressing it and kissing it. I quickly return up the leg and work back down the other. Your body screaming at me to give you relief.

 I place a hand on the inside of each leg, and gently start to spread them. I needn’t bother as you finish the job for me. You lift your knees, and spread them as far as you can, opening yourself to me. Nothing subtle about it, both our patience completely exhausted. I place your feet behind my head, on my shoulders. As I crawl closer, I can feel your legs trying to pull me to you, faster.

 Finally, all my fantasies are fulfilled. As soon as I feel your hair tickle the tip of my nose, I stop, and gently blow on it. I can tell this won’t take long; you are completely primed, ready to go. I inhale deeply, savoring your scent, my cock ready to burst. I gently place the tip of my tongue just above your clit, your whole body surges toward me. I pull back slightly to keep you from breaking my neck. I bring my right hand under your leg and place it firmly on your pubic mound while bringing my left hand under the other leg, and placing it on a breast. I begin to gently trace your lips with my tongue, soft, slow, gentle strokes. You moan loudly, from a depth you never knew existed. I have to use more strength in my hands to hold your body down. I’m enjoying this too much to end it so quickly. Your lips are full, firm, completely engorged with blood and I take them into my mouth, one at a time and suck on them. With the tip of my tongue, I slowly spread them apart and penetrate you. My hands can barely hold you down as my tongue probes you, twists around inside you, seeing just how far I can put it in. I begin to dart it in and out of you, fucking you with my tongue, faster and faster, my pace matching your breathing. Not much longer now. I suddenly remove it from you and using the whole width of my tongue, I start a long, hard stroke up between your lips, and hard over your clit, taking the whole of you into my mouth, like the sweetest peach I’d ever eaten. I bring my hand off your breast, back under your leg, and gently place a finger inside you, tickling you from the inside, pulling the trigger! Suddenly, your legs clamp firmly around my head, your hips give one wild buck, your back arches farther than I would have thought possible, and a primal scream explodes from your mouth as you explode into mine. I can feel you clinching around my finger, can feel your body spasm under my tongue, your hands digging into the back of my head. Your body is rocked with wave after wave of bliss. It finally ends. I don’t want to stop. I love being here too much.

 You grab my ears and pull me up to your face, your legs lock around my waist. I put one arm under your neck to support my weight, and caress your cheek with the other. You kiss me with a passion and intensity that surprises me, and I love it. Still breathing heavily, and holding my head in your hands, you look me in the eye. It’s as if you can read my mind. You tell me, “make love to me later, fuck me NOW!”

 Our eyes remain locked as I enter you, slowly, completely. We both let out a moan of utter delight. I hold still, savoring the feel of you, warm velvet, gripping me, pulling on me, urging me to move. Our hips quickly get in tune, and move together like wonderful music that just flows perfectly. I cannot release from your eyes, they are hypnotic. I can see inside you, feel your passion. I begin to get into a rhythm, slowly at first but that doesn’t last. The urgency is there for both of us and I quicken the pace. The sounds of our breathing mingle with the sound of our flesh impacting. I tell you I can’t hold out long, and you tell me it doesn’t matter. I move my hands down and put them on each side of your waist, to change the angle of entry, and my ability to drive into you. Your legs are now wider, your hips more elevated and I get into you deeper. I begin to drive harder, faster, my balls loudly slapping off your ass. Your hands find my back and begin to dig in. I let out a guttural growl, as I love the feel of your nails on my back. Your moaning turns to passionate screaming, as you cum again, your nails digging to the point of drawing blood. The spasms in your pussy milking me, I can last no longer. With a growling scream of my own, I explode in you, filling you with liquid heat.

 As our spasms subside, your body goes limp, as you lie under me. I can feel my arms start to buckle, and I collapse beside you as exhaustion takes over. It takes several minutes before our breathing returns to normal. You roll onto your side, take my face into your hands and kiss me, very gently, tenderly, sweetly. You lay your head on my shoulder and whisper, “thank you.”

So many subs complain about fake and flaky Doms.

I've already lost count of so many "subs" that will just stop messaging with no explanation. Your loss and good luck to you all.

A Christmas Story



Twas the night of Thanksgiving
and out of the house,
Tiger Woods came a-flying
chased by his spouse.

She wheeled a nine iron
and wasn't too merry,
cause a bimbo's phone number
she found on his Blackberry.

He been cheating on
poor little Elin,
and as each day went by
another woman came out squealing.

He'd been on Holly, on Jamie,
on Rachael, on Corrie,
on Joshlyn, Lalieka
TMZ had the story.

From the top of the world
to above the fold,
Tiger's evermore sordid tale
it was told.

With hostesses, waitresses
he had lots of sex,
and when he wasn't hosin' 'em
he sent 'em hot texts.

He crashed the Caddy
but didn't call OnStar,
yeah, he played "spank me Daddy"
with a skanky ole porn star.

He's been naughty
so with Santa he hasn't a chance,
'cept a big lump of coal
to match the lump in his pants.

But despite all his cryin
and beggin and pleadin,
Tiger's wife went right out
bought a new house in Sweden .

And I heard her exclaim
as she packed the Escalade,
"if your gonna get laid
then I'm gonna get paid".

And now she's not pouting
in fact she's of good cheer,
cause her pre-nup made Christmas
come early this year.