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Posted:Nov 18, 2016 5:24 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2020 12:02 pm
We can talk here in private. We can make plans meet.

Most of my posts are not be taken literally. They are symbolic. An expression of creativity; poems, stories. Sometimes written in the first person. Just throw the music title to youtube.

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Flashback Friday!
Posted:Jan 1, 2020 9:54 am
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2020 7:20 am

Flashback Friday!

I will continue update with new previously posted hot pics music and erotic stories. A partial list of previously posted erotic stories. Click the link to view the total list.

Hot Pics

Friday favorites

Flashback Friday

The Club Chapter 5

The Club Chapter 4

The Club Chapter 3

The Club Chapter 2

The Club

My Mistress

The Adventures of Dickman and Robin

The Cocksucker

The Melania Interview

The Voluptuous

The Voluptuous The Dinner Date

The Voluptuous The Beach

Dark Places


The Adventures of Captain Rick Longwood and his Sub Commander, Alexia Pussaphilia

The Adventures of Brock Hardwood and Candy Ass

The Adventures of Brock Hardwood and Candy Ass
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Donald Trump
Posted:Jan 14, 2020 6:02 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2020 9:51 pm

I will continue to update with new videos.


Donald Trump

Donald Trump: cOMIC relief


Kim Iversen
Don't you just love music!
Posted:Nov 29, 2020 1:11 pm
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2020 1:40 pm
Infected Rain - Asylum (2011) (Full Album)

Infected Rain-voices

[Verse 1]
I'll never ask for help
I will take care of myself
I will live
I will breathe
There is nothing you can give

[Verse 2]
The wind blows to the future
I still write about the past
My heart still beats but I fill putrid
I never find the things I've lost
I know it's done, now it's over
That little girl is just a past
I was a bird, I was a soldier
Never found the things to trust

[Verse 3]
Here I am begging you
Daddy, please, just let me go
Let me fly, let me escape
I have no more things to take
Daddy, please, let me breathe
Don't punish me for the things you did
Let me go, let me die
I have no more tears to cry

Can you hear the message I'm bringing
Can you take me to the past I'm singing

I will scream and you'll get deaf
I will fight and you'll get mad
'Cuz I hear the voices callin'
Feathers from my wings are fallin'

I will scream and you'll get mad
I will fight and you'll get sad
'Cuz I hear the voices callin'
Feathers from my wings are falling

Can you hear the message I'm bringing
Can you take me to the past I'm singing

I will never ask for help
I will take care of myself
I will breathe
I will live
All I want is just to leave

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Don't you just love music!
Posted:Nov 28, 2020 4:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2020 4:58 pm
Speed Queen · Thunderpussy

Don't you just love music!
Posted:Nov 28, 2020 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2020 1:49 pm

Brooke Candy - XXXTC (feat. Charli XCX & Maliibu Miitch) (Official Video)

Drip drop, I'm a lip-lock lady
Lipgloss on the thick cock candy
Tick-tock, titties flip-flop crazy
Ziplock, pussy tight, pussy gravy (Gravy)
Pussy pop, can you blame me? (Blame me?)
Pussy president stately (Stately)
Pussy heaven-sent, save me
Pussy hesitant, only good dick, maybe

Ecstasy, triple X
When I ride the D, I make it wet
Ecstasy, triple X
Cum so hard, I wet the bed
Ecstasy, triple X
Triple ecstasy, triple X
Next to me, no regrets
I'm a sex witch, fat pussy hex

Got him wildin' (Wildin'
'Cause this pussy crazy (Crazy)
Now he tryna have my baby
Vibin' (Vibin'
Now he wanna turn the lights out (Lights out)
So he can see what the hype 'bout (Hype 'bout)
This pussy poppin', can you blame him? (Blame him?)
This pussy drippin' like gravy (Gravy)
Been a butterbitch and I'm wavy
Only good dick faze me
'Cause when I'm pussy poppin' on a handstand
It drives them crazy (Crazy)
And when I'm in the town, runnin' 'round town
Bitches know not to play me (Play me)
Me and Brooke couple fine hoes (Fine hoes)
Me and Brooke couple dime hoes (Dime hoes)
And we ain't waitin' in no lines, ho
'Cause we ain't fuckin' with you lame hoes

Ecstasy, triple X
When I ride the D, I make it wet
Ecstasy, triple X
Cum so hard, I wet the bed
Ecstasy, triple X
Triple ecstasy, triple X
Next to me, no regrets
I'm a sex witch, fat pussy hex

Shower, make it golden
Blackjack, make you fold in
Pussy like a potion
Back rub, oils and the lotions

Pop pills, Ibiza
Brooke dirty, I call her Christina
Maliibu on the East Coast
Empire State, everybody wanna see her, yeah
It's Charli, baby (Yeah)
When I go hard, know I go crazy, uh
Rolls Royce got me messed up
Double drop with the orange Tesla
Fucked up, but I'm flawless
Brooke's ass, throw it back, Cloud Aura (Ooh)
Take the whole damn club to the tour bus
Dealer, dealer (Nah), never caught us
I'm way up, now I'm peaking (Peaking)
Pop 2 got more than one meaning
Me and Brooke 2013-ing
Do triple, baby, tell me how you feeling?

Ecstasy, triple X
When I ride the D, I make it wet
Ecstasy, triple X
Cum so hard, I wet the bed
Ecstasy, triple X
Triple ecstasy, triple X
Next to me, no regrets
I'm a sex witch, fat pussy hex

Ecstasy, triple X
When I ride the D, I make it wet
Ecstasy, triple X
Cum so hard, I wet the bed
Ecstasy, triple X
Posted:Nov 28, 2020 4:02 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2020 4:57 pm
It's dark outside like a moonless night dark clouds cover the sky they shut out the light the sun from shining lightning cracks thunder in the distance as a storm approaches I welcome it I embrace it 

it's how I feel inside a brooding angry storm the thunder and lightning the anger the pouring rain the tears that fall from my eyes

Infected Rain - Embrace Eternity [Full Album]

I'm addicted to sex it's scary like alcohol
Posted:Nov 27, 2020 5:00 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2020 9:58 pm

I'm addicted sex
it's scary like alcohol
I can't get enough
I can't live without it 
it becomes painful
not having sex
like not being high
on drugs alcohol
life without it
becomes too painful

Infected Rain - At The Bottom Of The Bottle (Music Video)
A short little horror story . . . chapter 6
Posted:Nov 27, 2020 11:20 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2020 10:26 pm

Warning the rest of these chapters contain descriptions of extreme violence.

Then it finally happened. It finally happened. One of them came down with the keys in his hand. This was it. Her moment. This was her chance for freedom. To finally escape. But she didn't want to escape. She wanted her revenge. She wanted to make them suffer. He climbed on top of her. He was inside her. He lifted his head with his eyes closed. This was the perfect moment. She reached underneath her mattress and pulled out her . She just had one chance. Her first strike had to stop him from fighting back. She reached up and stabbed him over and over again in the neck. Ripping and tearing at him. Blood pouring out. He started gasping barely able to breathe. He fell back to the floor gasping for air. She saw his huge erect penis pull from her. She could have quickly gone for the keys  to free yourself  but she didn't . She wanted to cut off his penis while it was still erect . She grabbed it and kept cutting at it trying to cut it off his body. Finally tears it away from his body. He laid gasping struggling to breathe.

She grabbed the keys and released herself from her chains. She turned him over on his stomach weighing her knee down on his elbow. She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled up as hard as she could. She wanted to his arm at the elbow joint. She heard a crack as it finally gave way. She grab his other arm and did the same. She dragged him over to the stairway. Resting his ankle between the steps. She stood on his ankle jumping on it trying to his ankle in half trying to break his ankle bone. She finally heard it crack. She did the same to the other ankle. She drags him underneath the staircase. She hid him away to suffer to his death. Now she laid in wait for whoever else would come down the stairway.

Soon she was left in darkness the night had fallen like a cold reminder of death whispering in your ear. No one else came down that night. She was left with him gurgling on his blood with deep moans of a tortured body. 

She wondered why no one else came down that night but they didn't. And how was it that he was still alive but he was. 

The anger within her had not subsided. The opposite she felt empowered released from torment. Only revenge burned in her heart. She grew tired of him clinging to life. He wasn't suffering enough. She stood on his chest jumping trying to crack his ribs. Shoving their sharp edges deep into his body. 

They were alone together as she slowly tortured him to death. As she finally heard his last breath. As she was finally rid of this filthy trash.

To be continued . . .
Donald Trump - cOMIC relief
Posted:Nov 25, 2020 5:52 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2020 5:58 am

Hello everyone. First of all, I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. Those of us who reside in the US. 

Second of all since this is about Donald Trump. I want to invent a new word. And I hope it catches on. 

The word is Trump. If someone calls you a trump it means that you are stupid ignorant racist bigot violent and hateful or any combination thereof. 

And it can also mean that you refuse to wear a mask and social distance. For example, I was at Walmart the other day and I saw a bunch of Trumps! This would mean that they were not wearing masks or social distancing. I hope this catches on! If you think Donald Trump is a horrible person and despicable please spread the word.



A short little horror story . . . chapter 5
Posted:Nov 23, 2020 1:50 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2020 12:17 pm

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was at some kind of heightened awareness. She had to be otherwise she would be dead. Buried underground. They made a mistake. She saw that the sandwich was held by a ceramic plate. The ceramic plate offered an opportunity for a weapon. A knife. A crude knife she could fashion. She tossed the sandwich aside against the wall. She took the plate using her chain to score the plate so that when it broke it might give her a knife. She shattered the plate against the wall and a sharp piece was revealed. She tucked it away beneath her mattress. She laid in wait for her victims. 

She knew they would come to abuse her to torture her. I won't go into details. I will not give them an audience. 

She heard the basement door open and footsteps coming down the steps. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This was it. Do or die. Either she would succeed in subduing her prey or she would suffer under their sadistic madness. It would be useless to attack anyone of them if they did not have the keys to unlock her chains. She saw nothing on him that told her he was holding the keys. She had to endure him. She had to suffer through his perverted sickness in hopes of seeing some sign that one of them held the keys to her freedom.

To be continued . . .
A short little horror story . . . chapter 4
Posted:Nov 22, 2020 5:02 am
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2020 12:38 pm

When she woke she found herself in a basement. Her ankle was tightly surrounded by a heavy chain. She was a prisoner whoever these people were. Monsters. Terrible horrible monsters. Evil. She was stripped naked. Lying on a dirty old mattress covered with bloodstains. A bucket a roll of toilet paper nearby. A gallon jug of water. A ceramic plate that held a single slice of bologna between two pieces of white bread.

The fear ripped through her. It was so intense she sat frozen on the mattress shaking to her very core. With tears streaming down her face. 

They went through her car. Stripping it of all her belongings. Sifting through everything to see what she had. What they couldn't use they threw onto a pile behind their house to burn. She could smell something burning. They liked to keep a few tokens. Something to remember her. To remember their victims. 

She thought to herself of the millions of missing persons in this country. She realized she would be just one more statistic. Just one more missing person who would never be found. So this is how it happens. Sick perverted deranged people who prey on the innocent. 

Suddenly her fear turned to anger. No. It turned to rage. Absolute rage. She thought to herself she wasn't going to be another missing person. Not if she could help it. She would find a way to survive. She would tell no one. She would seek revenge. She would unleash her wrath upon them. She would look for any weakness. Any means of escape. Her fear turns to courage her hopelessness turns to absolute rage. It lit a fire in her eyes with such fury that they surely shall suffer unspeakable pain. She would not perish . . .

To be continued . . .
A short little horror story . . . chapter 3
Posted:Nov 21, 2020 3:54 am
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2020 2:09 pm

She was falling asleep. Shaking her head stay awake. She knew she had pull over but there was nowhere stop. She just kept driving hoping for a rest stop to come soon. She had shake her head rattle her brain feel it slam against her skull stay awake. Finally, it appeared a rest stop a mile away. She couldn't wait. She was starting to drift off the road. 

She pulled in. Parked her car. At last, she could close her eyes. Sleep. The windows were open. She was exposed. Vulnerable. And she was beautiful. Very beautiful. The rest stop was just a place to park. Nothing else. No one else around. You were alone. A barbed-wire fence separated you from hundreds of miles of desert. 

Just what they were looking for. They would sit and wait for possible victims. Maybe on a weekend or a day they had free. They would spread themselves out at different rest stops. On a particular stretch of highway. It was in nowhere land.

After she had drifted asleep a pickup truck pulled into the rest stop. Parking a little ways from her. So as to not draw attention to themselves. They walked up to her car. Reaching in and grabbing her. They didn't even bother to open the door. They just grabbed her and pulled her out through the window like a rag doll. She was horribly startled and terrified.

They covered her mouth with a cloth. All she could breathe in were these fumes making her dizzy and confused. And finally knocking her unconscious. They tossed her in the back of the pickup truck. Like a bag of garbage. Like something, they would take to the dumpster to throw away. She was just something for them to use and then throw away. Bury her somewhere underground. Let her flesh turn to bones. And no one would ever know or find her. They drove off taking her car with them . . .

To be continued . . .

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