Archive for June, 2012

I do this thing

I do this thing, when I pass a beautiful woman on the street. I make this wow face. Sometimes I look back and get an eyefull  of her arse too. A good friend of mine pointed out to me that this was kinda sexist, and I guess she’s right. So, I amended  my behaviour. Now I make that wow face whenever I pass any woman on the street.


Blow my mind


Reblog: Will I be pretty?


Downhill

The first thing I remember was being born. I looked around and thought “Well, fuck me! This ain’t quite what I was hoping for.” They say that we don’t remember the first year or so of our lives because our brains are still not fully developed, but that’s complete bullshit. We don’t remember because infancy is so fucking traumatic that our minds block it out, to protect us. If we could recall a single moment of it, it would drive us batshit crazy.

The next thing I remember, I was twelve and trying to force my hand down a girl called Victoria’s panties, against a dumpster behind Tescos that smelt of stale pies and fresh tramp piss.

From then on its all been kinda downhill.


Slap

You kneel, naked, trembling slightly on the emerald satin sheets. In the corner sits a little old lady playing on a gameboy. She seems oblivious to you and to the gaggle of naked, erect, young men that stand around you.You take hold of a large, hard cock in each hand and squeeze them, pulling them towards you, feeling their desire to be inside you manifest as tiny shivers of yearning that run up their impressive lengths. You feel more press against the soft flesh of your butt and belly and the gentle splash of cum on your breasts and back, accompanied by the moans of orgasm as hands and lips and cum seem to caress your every inch.

The ceiling fan blows chilly air and faint music over you. Everywhere you look you see well toned men touching themselves and each other, strong powerful arms, passionately coaxing fountains of cum from a dozen throbbing pricks.

Two men push themselves against you, from in front and behind, pressing their hard cocks like hot steel into you and they are both about to enter you when you wake up.

Your body tingles violently with the memory of the dream and your thighs and the sheet are wet with your juices. I am asleep next to you and you can see that, under the sheet, I am stiff. Peeling it off, you carefully straddle me and, without waking me, you place the tip of my quivering shaft inside you. As you slam yourself down onto me, you slap me across the face and giggle as my expression turns from startled to delighted.


Fuck


Today

Today
Is glorious,
Everyone looks beautiful.
I am in love with the whole world
Today.
I want to fuck and fight,
love and hate
And laugh and cry.
Today,
I want to make a million women come
And a million men weep.
I want to make things
Today
And break things.
I want to stand on a mountain top,
Stark bollock naked,
Today,
As stiff as the wind,
In the driving rain
And beat my chest and roar.
Today.


I would take on armies


Your giggle

YOUR giggle makes me stiff
makes me throb
makes me twitch

YOUR smile makes me shiver
makes me dribble
makes me quiver

YOUR laughter makes me hum
makes me drool
makes me come


A lover of noetry

he was known for his noetry
and his uncanny ability
to find words that didn’t rhyme
quite exactly

he said that noetry
was nothing like chemistry
where things have to rhyme
most precisely

he was a lover of noetry
and also notography
where finding words that rhyme
wasn’t important

he would write his noetry
while seated on the lavatory
and sometimes he didn’t even
finish them properly

more nifty noetry