Losing My Way

I never did a Christmas blog entry but luckily there's 12 days of Christmas. Any other holiday and I'd have been fucked. So this counts for my celebratory ruminations, and I thank society for grafting Christianity onto the Saturnalia, the ancient Roman harvest festival of 12 days duration. It really has nothing to do with the birth of Jesus, but hey, any reason for a party is good enough for me.

Lots of accidents in that neighborhood. Cars come racing down Sex Drive and ram into cars parked on Lovers Lane....authorities ought to do something but they never do. Heard the mayor himself has gotten smacked into a couple of times....guess he wants that kept quiet. To save his reputation, how many have to die?

I don't know how I got here, but here I was in a dres. It was a pretty pink 💗💕💓✨💖 and he liked it. He wore only his underwear and he had a bulge I was transfixed with. 'Am I weaving too much?'ge said. 'You're funny,'I said, unwittingly lacking my lips. He smiled. 'I know what you want.' I found myself getting on my knknees and reading for his underwear. 'That's right That's right...put it in your mouth bitch............. put it in your mouth.' I pulled down his underwear and grabbed his Cock and put it in my mouth. 'You're sucking that real good bitch. Thank my Cock for letting you suck it.' I licked his Cock and said, 'Thank you for letting me suck you...thank you thank you thank you. I will suck you more suck you til you fuck me suck you til you fuck me suck you til you fuck me. Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me FUCK ME,' and I wrapped my lips 💋 around 🎶his Cock once more. Just then his phone rang. He answer

I was watching a bad movie/ when a man came in a dream/ Watching a real bad movie/ when a man came in a dream/ What was he doing here?/ Could this be what it seems?/

I was ready to write another blog, swaering to myself that this time there would be homoeroticism, but I made the mistake of looking at the banned poem of December 4th, which henceforth will be referred to as the poem. I was proud of the poem, of how I began to stroke my cock as the words rushed into my mind, of how I came in my pants before I wrote the final two lines. My cock is hard right now, and I find myself looking at a man reading a book, who looks to be about my age, but he looks like he's taken care of himself. If he wanted me to get naked and lie with him, I would say yes, o yes yes yes yes yes! When his cock goes in my mouth, I would be crying tears of joy, and my heart would be his when he rolls me over and FUCKS MY ASS! I wonder if this will be censored. I hope not. He loves my panties and makes me wear ruffles on my shirt, and says 'Now I think you should wear a skirt, and I'll fuck you again. It won't hurt.' Please, unknown censor, don't take

I had my beautiful poem about having sex with another man, and how I came in my pants, censored from this forum. I guess I won't dedicate my blog to hardcore gay porn afterall. What a pity. I thought no one read my blogs, and here someone did, and he got so turned on he banned it, because he didn't want any other men get turned on thinking each had the penis I worshipped. I'm sure I've written more flagrant stuff than my little poem. Maybe it was the cock cock cock cock cock cock COCK part, or the insistent call to put that beautiful cock in my mouth and then up my ass. I don't know...I'm just a dumb closet queen, who wants desperately to get pulled out of the closet into the arms of a handsome man, who holds me tight and lays kisses on my lips, and commands me to stroke his crotch...ooh I feel something nice down there. I want it in my mouth and up my ass in my mouth and up my ass in my mouth and up my ass in my mouth and up my ass IN MY MOUTH AND UP MY AS

HOMOSEXUALITY RULES! I loved my previous entry about Cock Cock Cock Cock Cock Cock COCK! And I did come in my pants during the writing of my poem, right before I wrote the last two lines. I feel like doing it again...I'm getting hard just writing this. There's an uncontrollable urge to stick my hand down my pants and stroke my penis. Made it to this sentence before before last consumed me and I could resist no l I did it again

Neil Gaiman has compiled a short book of Nose myths, which I just finished reading. It was quite entertaining. I was most touched by the story of Loki's son Fenrir, the Fenris Wolf. Odin used a magical cord created by dwarves to bind the wolf, with the promise of release if he could not break free. Odin broke that promise, creating a powerful enemy when the Fenris Wolf could have been a friend and costing the war God Tyr a hand in the process. In a moment of synchronicity, the next day after reading the book, Paul Krugman in the New York Times mentioned the Fimbrullwinter that preceded Ragnarok, a time when winter followed winter and humanity became bloodthirsty. And then there was a great earthquake so powerful it released all bonds. But not all the gods died, and Balder came back to life, so they all lived happily ever after. Hopefully, we live in Balder's new age, and not in the time before the end. Balder world never be as deceitful as Odin.