Dream Journal: 7/18/11

Posted on November 15, 2011

Camping with my mother.  Things keep going wrong.  She wants to do stuff that she/we can’t.  I fall and my sunglasses break.  I’m mad and frustrated because she won’t/can’t understand/listen.

Trying to do laundry at the campground but all the dryers are taken.  I call the women who’ve jumped ahead in the laundry line cunts.  They freak out over a word.  I grab my stuff and leave.  By that time my other family has shown – Dad, [Step-Mother], [Step-Sister], her kids, etc.  Everyone being friendly.  I get to my car/truck at the campsite and there are children in/on it.  A woman who’s not watching her kids because she’s busy chatting is close by but doesn’t stop her kids from getting on my car and going through my stuff.  She says that’s their site now.  I say I’m going to move my car.  I see that the brats have gotten into my stuff and eaten my candy.  I see the kids with wads of my candy in their mouths.  The mom still does nothing.  I yell at the kids to stay the fuck away from me.  One with a mouthful of candy stares at me slack jawed when I tell her to fuck off.  The mom still does nothing, thinking it’s no big deal.

Photo Lotto 14

Posted on November 05, 2011

I know the Viking would think this woman was too thin.  I would agree with him.  But there is something about this photo that I really like.

I have a thing for argyle, though I don’t know if I think it’s sexy.  I think naturally pale skin should be celebrated, though I assume the color tones in this photo have been manipulated in some manner.

A couple of things about this photo I find independently sexy: unknown model, knee socks, sliver of black panties that can be seen.  Wouldn’t it be fun to sneak up behind her, move those panties aside, and bury your face in her pussy?  Maybe for some dirty fun you’d like to lick her ass too ….

The colors of the shitty couch and her clothes are probably what do it for me, and get me past that damn bony ass.  Does this photo make fuckers want to pound her from behind?

I swear.  True story.

Dream Journal: 6/1/11

Posted on October 19, 2011

I’m mad at my mother for moving me to Chicago where I have no friends or job prospects.  She’s smug.  Peggy is there and offers me a job on one of the Weenie Wagons.  It’s raining but warm. All doors are open.  Lawn sprinklers on timer so they’re going even though lawn is soaked.  Sprinkler’s broken.  I keep thinking how sorry I am for having had sex with my mother.  I call her a horrible person which finally angers her.  She turns into a rabbit which I easily trap under a laundry basket.  The whole time I have a horrible feeling that my life sucks.  I reach under the laundry basket.  My mother’s fingers come out but she’s still a bunny.  The bunny bites me and I slam it into the wall.  Outside the back door are a bunch of bugs.  I see my mom with Ruth which means the bunny wasn’t her.  Ruth is proud to show off that my mother now has scales and her back end is a biting reptile.  I keep thinking how truly horrible my life is and then it dawns on me that it might be a bad dream.  I tell myself to wake up.  I do.

Photo Lotto 12

Posted on October 14, 2011

I like to think I’m not a boob man, but I clearly am, even if I’m not a man (gender).  These lovey breasts would be a whole lot – A WHOLE FUCKING LOT – of fun for play.

Her tits, as well as the rest of her look like a fun.  One would hope that her body not only looks like fun but also that she has a great personality and all that.

But it’s mostly those tits.  Ok, maybe it’s been “too long” since I’ve been able to handle any but my own, but I promise I could have a whole lot of fun ….

Nipples in my mouth.  Face buried between breasts.  Skin smelling warm and clean.

I don’t even want to get into the possibility of what’s inside those pink panties ….

I swear.  True story.

Warren’s “Cheating” (10)

Posted on September 23, 2011

[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (9)."]

They came home, stripped off their clothing, and got into bed. They snuggled tightly for a while. He had been resisting the temptation for a while, but it finally got the better of him and he had to speak.

“I don’t want you to have dirty sex with other men, but not me” he said, in an almost guilty tone.

She looked at him, but didn’t say anything. She had made up her mind about it months before, but his anguish was beginning to drain her.

“All guys want their women to do dirty things,” he said, sounding a little too pensive. “I mean, every guy’s fantasy is a woman who loves having sex … like in a porno,” he continued. She realized her silence was an excellent prompt, and waited for him to continue.

“So I don’t think it’s so much that I want to have that kind of sex with you, but I just don’t want to be missing out on seeing you do it,” he finished. He looked at her, gauging her response.

“So … you’d be okay with what I want to do, if only you could see it,” she summarized.

“I think so. I just feel totally left out. It’s one thing for you to be seeing other men and doing the same stuff we do together… but when it’s a totally different experience, I feel like you’re shutting me out.”

“Well, I don’t intend to shut you out,” she admitted. “I just never through you could handle it. I thought you’d start demanding the same kind of sex with me.”

“I won’t,” he offered. “I’ll just watch. I’m totally fascinated with it. I just want to know what you’re doing. It’ll make me feel so much better about it.”

She considered this for a while. “Okay. Alright. I think it might be okay if you watch me sometimes when I’m in one of those moods.”

He smiled broadly. “Really?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” she continued. After a pause, she made a counter-offer. “Except there’s one more thing. I want to make it a deal. You have to give something up if you want to watch me.” She smiled, satisfied with the plan.

He pursed his lips. “Give up … what?” he asked nervously.

“Cumming inside me,” she said quickly.

“What?!” he raged.

“That’s my offer. You can’t have your cake and eat it, too. I’m not completely okay with you invading my privacy, you know. And I deserve privacy. If you want to watch, you need to give me something in return.”

They sat in silence for a minute.

“Well, I can cum anywhere else, right?”

“Anywhere else,” she reassured. “But I want to leave my pussy for other men.”

“Okay. Deal,” he said quickly. He was in a bargaining mood. She had the feeling she could have restricted intercourse entirely, and he would have accepted it. She felt almost a bit ashamed for having considered that idea hot, though. Only a sense of propriety stopped her short.

He was practically jumping on the bed at this point. “Will you show me the whole tape then? Show me your favorite parts?”

“You’re never going to cum inside me again if I show you. You know that, right? I’m serious.” She tried to sound stern, but wasn’t sure if it came across. She meant it entirely, and hoped this decision wouldn’t spark weeks of fighting.

“I understand. I just need to be involved in all parts of your life,” he said, smiling sincerely.
She went into her closet, opened a few shoe storage boxes, and pulled out a number of small videotapes. She loaded the first into the camcorder, breathed a big sigh, and started the tape. She lay back down with him, remote in hand, and proceeded to show him her favorite parts.

Her favorite parts were a double-penetration with two very large men, both of whom came inside her, their cum dripping out in a torrent, a very rough deepthroating by another, and finally four men cumming in her mouth and on her chin in quick succession at the end of the tape.

He found himself searching for words. He had never seen anything so sexy on any pornographic tape, and had no idea she was even physically capable of doing the things he saw her do on the tape. He started to touch himself almost automatically, and she pushed his hand away as she continued to fast-forward from highlight to highlight.

“You’ve been doing this kind of stuff … for how long?”

“For years, honey, long before I met you. Are you okay?”

“I want you,” he said, pulling the covers aside to look at her naked body. He looked back at the screen to see two men working their enormous cocks into her pussy at the same time, and was overwhelmed. He practically pounced on her, and she was happy to receive him.

“I won’t cum in you,” he promised obediently as he entered her.

“Never again,” she reminded him.

“Never again,” he breathed wordlessly. His own orgasm took only seconds due to his delirious arousal, and he obediently pulled out and came all over her tummy.

“Lick it off if you want to see more,” she said suddenly, almost stunned with her own force.

He did so more obediently than she could have imagined any man would, and was happy to lay beside her and hold her afterward.

[That's it, kids.  And since I've not spoken to Warren for years, that's all you'll get.  Of course I am willing to entertain submissions from y'all:  ShazamChi@yahoo.com.]

Photo Lotto 10

Posted on September 20, 2011

I’ve had fantasies similar to this.  I’ve fantasized that I’m a counter and everyone’s using me as a counter but they otherwise ignore me and the fact that I’m naked.  This looks like it could be fun.

I swear.  True story.

Dream Journal: 5/13/11

Posted on September 17, 2011

In a wooded suburb.  Strange shit keeps happening.  I’m suspected and the only way to prove my innocence is to catch the culprit.

But it’s scary and dangerous.  [I woke up with my heart racing and felt very scared.  For a little while I tried not to go back to sleep so I wouldn't go into that dream again.]

__________

Expedition in snow and ice.  At base there’s a fat woman living alone.  If I complete a task she’ll be able to leave.

The task involves making my way through an ice cave from bottom left to top right.  Repeatedly I note that I’m wearing the wrong shoes – a kind of brogue – for the task at hand.  Every time I fall I have to go back to the beginning.

There is a hole, the bottom of which drops out on an irregular basis, down which items fall.  If I can grab them before the bottom dorps out I can keep them.

The items are mind and include a pair of shoes – I lose one of a heeled Mary Jane.

Still snow and ice but another room where there are people in various states of dying and starving.

I end up negotiating for some of the healthier people’s escape; others know they’re gonna die and their very skinny and weak.

With the task done, I’m back with the fat woman whom I tell she can now leave.  Seems she might have been taking care of Isis.

I look down and see Joaquin dipping his paw into a pitcher of tea the woman had made and put on the floor.