Make one time your new prime time!
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Posted:Nov 15, 2009 2:49 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2009 4:30 am
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Mmmmm, prime rib and red wine and baked potato, or maybe steak fries
Or maybe something else, pork maybe, pork her maybe, bend her over the desk and pork her slow and deep, shallow and fast, deep and fast, pounding away until you just have to pull out and cum all over her ass.
yeah, maybe that
or, maybe nachos!
what do you call cheese that isn't your cheese? Nacho cheese!
(get it?)
(yeah, bad, but it was on tv so I have to repeat it)
gee, eye, double ell, eye, gee a en spells Gilligan
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I needed that wine last night
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Posted:Nov 14, 2009 8:46 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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really
really needed the stress relief, the loosening of my tongue
I feel good today, though I need a nap, but today is a good nap day. Cool for the desert - mid 60s, cloudy, windows open, football on tv, coffee brewing, a breakfast of bacon and eggs, full belly, hangover headache subsiding (wasn't bad, though)
and, I'm still extremely horny
extremely
hornier than a herd of goats
not long, not too long before that stress will be relieved
thinking in tweets
writing in tweets
tweet tweet tweet
I taught I taw a puddy tat!
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I'm tipsy, wanting more wine
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Posted:Nov 13, 2009 8:35 pm
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2009 6:45 pm
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wanting to get good and truly drunk, fall into bed with a raging erection, grind into the mattress while wishing my hands could touch her warm, soft skin as I drift off into a deep sleep
listening, half watching a documentary about 1919, about the attempts to form the League of Nations, wondering if Woodrow Wilson's ideas would ever have been accepted, then, later, now, before, ever. The man only wanted peace, only wanted justice, only wanted every peoples to govern themselves as they saw fit. Far ahead of his time, perhaps out of his time, perhaps out of any time as he knew that revenge would only need to the next war.
he was right, correct, knew
I want, I really really really want peace in my time though I have probably contributed to the lack of peace in my time. amazing what a small lump of brass-jacketed lead can do, will do, will lead to, won't solve
It's November, my least favorite month, my cursed month and I need to feel her skin with my fingers, taste her skin with my tongue, feed off her warmth, draw from her life to feel human again.
I need to feel wanted
I need to feel pleasure
I need to feel like me
I want her
now
I'm tipsy, so don't read too much into anything I type as wine loosens the lips of my mind and things spew forth which shouldn't
I want her
I just want to feel her
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I think red wine
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Posted:Nov 13, 2009 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2009 5:14 am
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has more alcohol than white wine, as I'm tipsy, wanting, yearning, needing touch, her touch all over my body, needing my touch all over her body, needing to feel her all over, soft skin, soft lips beneath my fingers, beneath me
I'm tipsy
I'm feeling good
I'm sleepy
I'm hard and dripping
I'm wanting wanting wanting so so much
please me and I'll tease you.
tease me and I'll please you
I'll find your favorite spots, discover a few more
You'll make me moan, I'll make you gasp
You'll pinch, I'll nibble
You'll stroke, I'll fondle
You'll kiss, I'll lick
You'll grind, I'll thrust
You must, I must feel one another again and again and again
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a joke, a poke, a stroke
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Posted:Nov 12, 2009 8:17 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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of good luck
wanna fuck?
wanna suck on my cock while I suck on your clit, lick your slit, finger you for a while until you're nice and juicy?
A neutron walks into a bar....I know, I know, neutrons don't have legs or feet so how the hell is it gonna walk, and besides, slow moving neutrons lead to chain reactions and radiation spread for miles and miles and miles of square miles. It's a joke, work with me here.
Okay, a neutron walks into a bar, orders a drink, asks the bartender how much. The bartender replies, "For you, no charge!"
(groan)
I get all hard thinking about you atop me, beneath me, beside me, wet, hot and wet, moaning and sighing and gasping and smiling and giggling and jumping a bit when I do that one thing, that other thing and those things
The cafes are all deserted, the streets are wet again, there's nothing quite like an out of season holiday town in the rain...
We need to visit a holiday town, off season, walk in the rain, hand in hand, finding the little beautiful things growing between the cracks in the old concrete, finding the curious little shops filled with curious little things.
A sodium atom walks into a bar, says "Oh know, I've been ionized!" Bartender replies, "Are you sure?" (wait for it....) "Yes, I'm positive!!"
(groooooaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn)
What do you call a man with no hair?
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yabba dabba dabba do now
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Posted:Nov 12, 2009 8:09 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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having one of those oldie days because it's November and I'm back in 1986 with all the crap that went on then, all because I found the oldies station in Tucson this morning on the way to work
..far from the guns of war, we said goodbye to it all
it wasn't war, it was assassination, it was sneak in, do it, sneak out and it wasn't fun but I thought it was fun, extremely fun in an extremely terrifying way and I still haven't said goodbye to it all
my right foot is tapping. earlier my left foot was tapping in beat to the beat and the beat was stirring my mind and I so wanted, still want her right beside me, watching a movie, watching Project Runway, watching Top Chef, spooning together while I stroke her thigh, her hip, the curve of her body up to her shoulder.
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Oh, and 949 is not evenly divisibly by 3
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Posted:Nov 11, 2009 5:02 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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so, there, nnnnggghhh!
Seems weird to talk about two odd numbers being evenly divisible, doesn't it? But I'm listening to the Go-Go's (Head Over Heels) at 5:56 in the morning and thinking, really, that cute little brunette was a dominatrix? while being a bit intrigued and immediately following that thought with you could dominate me anytime, baby!
I suppose I could say, talk about, two odd numbers, one divided by another not leaving a remainder, but that doesn't have quite the same flow of "evenly divisible."
darling, can't you hear me? SOS!
just great, ABBA...in the morning....now I fantasizing, again....sigh
just, sigh
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My right hand on a breast
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Posted:Nov 11, 2009 4:53 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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my left hand on a butt cheek, my tongue searching for that special spot, that special button to push to make her hips writhe, her hands search for hair, her lips to part with a gasp
march march marching down the dirt road, trees to the left, trees to the right, forest floor clear of undergrowth. old forest, old old forest filled with banshees and wild boar and things that scream in the night.
here, here is where we exit the road, dry pine needles softly crunching underfoot, stepping over the sporadic fungi, thinking about this time, only this time.
"what had this one done?"
"bad things, man, bad things"
crow cawing as we march march march, route step, through the woods
juices flowing, hers flowing with mine as the time fast approaches when she will raise her hips while grabbing the back of my head, my cock throbbing with anticipation of sliding into her as she cums, and cums, and cums as I suck on her clit
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Don't even name a price
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Posted:Nov 10, 2009 6:47 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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Don't pay the ferry man, until he gets you to the other side!
I got to the other side once. No no no no, I sent a few, more than a few, more than a few handfuls to the other side. I wonder what's over there?
Beware that hooded old man at the rudder
I never wore a hood other than on a coat when it was cold when I was a and the bacon is frying, again, sit and spin I've got something hard for you to sit on right here, missy!
then the lightning flashed and the thunder roared
thunderstorm shaking trees, blowing leaves, lashing the window with horizontal rain as I kiss my way down your back, down to your hips, nibbling, licking, kissing, teasing my way down down down to your knees your ankles your feet, knowing you're wet, knowing you know I'm hard, knowing I'll eventually make my way back to your back
and then the ferry man said, there is trouble ahead
bacon grease spattering, splatter, I jump away from the stove with every pop, every snap, trying to avoid every little bit of flying frying pork product. then, I think, what would Satan do in a situation like this? Why, he/it/she/them would sniff the air and say "mmmmm, bacon....."
don't do it, don't do it, whatever you do, don't pay the ferry man until he gets you to the other side
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still thinking
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Posted:Nov 9, 2009 5:23 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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about rubbing your butt after drizzling lube all over it....
one thing I've noticed is that I get this feeling[/] every time I think that thought I just thought
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Your new rank is Sloth
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Posted:Nov 8, 2009 8:43 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2009 2:01 pm
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He found the doorknobs in the woods, beside the chimney of a burned out shack. Fourteen doorknobs, all brass, and valuable judging by the weight. He needed something to carry the doorknobs as all fourteen would not fit in his pockets and only four or five were heavy enough to pull his pants from his hips, down to his ankles, making walking extremely difficult, much like that time he didn't know where he was after drinking a bottle of clown juice.
That bottle of clown juice, good, a hint of strawberry, smooth going down, rendered him insensate, unaware his pants had fallen to his ankles, unaware why his pants had fallen to his ankles, unaware he was wandering, stumbling through the woods calling for Lassie. "Here, Lassie, here girl, I've got a nice chew toy for you girl, c'mon Lassie!"
He had slept that night, deep, untroubled, a black sleep uninterrupted by dreams while his liver worked to break down the clown juice, send the parts to his kidneys, on to his bladder to be expelled from his body. He woke slumped against an oak tree, tiny acorns littering the ground around him, tiny squirrels looking up at him, down at him, quizzically, as if to ask, "What is this thing, this large thing that stinks and makes odd noises?" He tried to stand by pushing against the tree, but couldn't, slid back down to a sitting position. The squirrels didn't move. It was eerie, the look in the squirrels eyes, a quizzical yet faintly murderous look, and he felt he must get out of there before too many minutes passed. He pushed against the tree, rising, scraping his back on the bark, standing, moving, waddling away from the acorns, the squirrels, the empty bottle of clown juice...
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mmmm, pancakes
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Posted:Nov 8, 2009 8:04 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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for breakfast....
need to check my lottery tickets
need to get ready in a bit to go to the art festival just up the road, find some planters, find some potting soil, get my hands dirty while thinking dirty thoughts.
mmmmm, dirty thoughts....
yeah, I'm always thinking dirty thoughts, really dirty thoughts, thoughts about cumming and spurting and rubbing hard nipples with my hard cock and watching lips slide down my hard cock and cumming again and again and again
that, and i'm pretty much always thinking about stellar fusion. yeah, I'm just that kinda guy.
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wondering
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Posted:Nov 7, 2009 9:02 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 8:5 pm
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what the next few months, the next year will bring. not feeling optimistic for some reason.
wondering what I will do if things don't work out. will I try again or will I give up, enjoy life by myself from here on out.
wondering if my insurance pays for mental health care, wondering what drugs would work best for depression, for a particular type of depression.
wondering about the depressions on the moon, near the poles. full of water ice?
wondering what I'm going to do the rest of the night, if I'll sleep, if I should go ahead and take a pill or two, lose myself, disconnect my mind from my brain for 8 hours or so.
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