FRIEND

 Sometimes I don't want to fuck you till oblivion

Sometimes I don't want you on your knees

Sometimes I don't want you to call me Daddy

Sometimes I don't want to suck your dick

Nor do I want to be your boy

Sometimes I don't want anything from you

Other than you to be a friend

Tell me about your day

I will tell you about mine

And it will start and end with our clothes on

Telling me about your day 

Then fucking my brains out

Is not really a connection

It is a transaction 

Sometimes I like transactions 

I'm always down to make a deposit 

But sometimes withdrawals and deposits

Are nothing without investments

Sometimes I don't want to fuck you till oblivion

Sometimes I don't want you on your knees

Sometimes I don't want you to call me Daddy

Sometimes I don't want to suck your dick

Nor do I want to be your boy

Sometimes I don't want anything from you

Other than you to be a friend

OBJECTS

Objects are things to be used

Men are human beings

I don't use men

I fuck them

TODAY'S PICK: HISTORY FIRST STIRRINGS

LINK: TODAY'S PICK

FELCHING PISSER has been on my reading list since I first started my blog.  His many sexcapades have been enjoyed many times.  Yet still I have not even scratched the surface of his blog.

His latest entry, as to date is HISTORY: FIRST STIRRINGS.  

It is somewhat an introduction or maybe even a making of the man we know as Felching Pisser. 

I use the term maybe firmly because there are so many layers to one man.  It is often difficult to pin point a true introduction to a prominent role in one's life.

It actually shows a layer of FP that I don't see often and there is a very cute surprise at the end. I believe this is one of my favorites because it gives more of a glimpse of the man we know as FP.

FACT # 37

LINK: FACT 

I don't  like bananas But I love sliced banana in my cereal. Oh, and banana pudding!😋

I hate tomatoes but love sun-dried tomatoes . And ketchup!

I Love eggs but hate every egg that is not either scrambled or an omelet.

Contradictions or just picky?🤷🏽‍♂️

 

AURALISM: TALE OF MY FIRST MIRROR SEX

LINK: AURALISM

LB and I were on a break from having amazing sex. During our break time we chatted a bit.

I shared with him the first time I had sex in front of a mirror.  It was phenomenonal. This is my account. The story is brief but arousing all the same.

TODAY’S PICK: STROKE # 17

 Sometimes it's not about rubbing one out as it is riding the tease. STROKE 17 is that ride. Check it out at STROKE 17 on THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES.

CRY

 Dig if you will

The most wicked guitar intro followed by the drop of the beat.

A pattern unlike any I’ve ever heard.

Instantly I am snared into this infectious intro. 

It has only been ten seconds.

After the weeping of the guitar comes yet another cry.  It’s more like a gruff mixture of a moan and growl blending into the beat of the drum machine.  The music picks up with a melodic tune from the piano before it is all taken away except for the drum beat and the vocals that soon chime in.

1984.

I was just a thirteen year old kid.  

Glued to the radio, all activities were an annoying distraction that I would somehow attempt to block out for the next few minutes.

This is definitely what it sounds like.

I remember that summer so well. 

The song belonged to the soundtrack of that summer.  

Although every melody was a banger, no other song would reach a place in my mind and heart like such.

The poetry.

The eroticism.

The melancholy. 

From the dawn of my youth to now, it plays.

It plays just as fresh now as the first time.

And still inside I both groove and cry.