everything that alters the way you think and is addictive to some extent.

Alcohol a day, keeps the pain away, I say.  Couple of times ago, you might have noticed, I lost a gorgeous piece of ass.  I don’t care if it had stretch marks.  They were my stretch marks!  I stretched that ass!!  It took steaming sweat, mighty effort, and a hardy tool.  And it caused me so much pain to lose that ass.  In essence, I put my soul in it.  It was custom-made.  Forgetting that my ultimate, custom-built ass run away with soaked a lot of alcohol.  Brain cells died, but not the right ones!  I still remember!!!  Those stretch marks were like vinyl on a car.  They were awesome and showed character.

Oh, and the customized pussy.  How it hurts to even think about it.  Those of you who appreciate a customized pussy would feel for my loss.  You know, when you first start working a pussy it is can be quite tricky.  You change the angle or make a quick move and it spits your dick out.  But with the passage of time it becomes like an old shoe – it’s so comfortable that it has become a part of you.  Seriously you guys, I feel like I have lost a piece of me.  I achieved such a harmony with this particular creature that sometimes I tend to think that it could not be only the pussy…and a strange thought crosses my mind sometimes – it could be the girl!  Could it?

Sex is a serious drug.  It’s a disease, I tell ye!!  When I have all the ass I want, I get really condescending about it – as if it were not all that important.  I even feel reluctant to do it.  Sometimes I find stupid excuses not to do it – look at it as a duty.

Some time later I am all fuckin’ desperate – jackin’ it to porn.  Turnin’ into a beast.  I can’t control myself – like a ragin’ bull.  I see only in red and only moving objects.  Then I hit the bullseye, which, of course, ex-ante looks a little elongated and with the red dot at the top.

Then, all this repeats.  But I don’t seem to be getting any wiser.  On the contrary, it escalates further every time.  Some might say I am headed for disaster and soon may need to be plastered.  Who knows!?

Worst part, it’s not only about sex.  I see the same pattern in other areas.  Look at this shitty blog.  I can’t make it flow.  It goes in spurts – months of nothing, days of excess.

What the fuck is this!?!

Right now, I see how life is churning me like a dick churns inside a vagina.  And it doesn’t stop.  Problem: the pussy dries up and churning, aka life, becomes very unpleasant to both members.

Life needs good lubrication.  So, can you suck on it a little bit?

You guys, don’t forget to predispose your girls so that their juices keep on flowing.  Keep them interested in and enthusiastic about the game.  Otherwise, it won’t work.  The pussy will get bored and spit your dick out…which would be most unfortunate.

You know, I lost my beloved pussy.  And just now I realize how incredibly perfect it was.  With nice thick outer lips that closed it with German precision.  Very, very pleasing sight.  Perfectly shaven.  And always wet and good to go.  What I call an eager beaver.  I can’t believe I was so reckless to lose such a treasure.

Now, I face the unappealing reality of having to sift through the mass of abominations with sticking clits like witches’ noses; lips like torn down flaps, slapping in the wind; and insides run down like old socks.  Oh boy!  But then again, pioneer work is not that bad…

Last week I accidentally strayed into the topic of intimate body hair. So, I thought it would be a good idea to share some more on this most intriguing subject.  And now, I announce the Hair-Do category which will shortly be followed by a Hair-Don’t category.  Real fun stuff, I tell ye!

Here, let us look at an example of a finely performed and pleasing to the eye trim.

This, I call a crafty work.  Although it is not remarkable for its complexity, its simplicity is captivating.  As I mentioned before, I adore the clean look that a geometric form gives to the area.

The rectangle we have now looks like a little carpet designating this solemn place where you take off your shoes (and socks) and carry out your holy rituals.  From another angle, it looks like a runway, ready to accommodate any Jumbo Jet or little Cessna coming through.  Either way, it’s clean, tidy, and nice and makes you wanna land right there.

That guy even voiced revulsion as he announced the arrests of 16 people for running a prostitution ring out of Staten Island.  You hypocritical bastard!  You appropriated the ring and put it to a better use – in support of the leaders of today and tomorrow.  The Emperors Club VIP – how modest!  But, eventually, Karma catches up with everyone.

Just another tribute to the cunning Pussy.  Nobody is immune…

…I wonder what she looks like…

And, you girls, don’t be too shy – stretch a hand…then your legs.  Nah, I am kidding.  No stretching!  You should be tough and unyielding.  That’s what makes you the Temptesses that you are.  Keep it up!

Anyway, according to the stats, the blog is getting it’s first visitors.  Only 10 days since inception!  Thank you, visitors.  You are welcome!

I am not sure how this blogroll thing works, but I stack some hairy Asian pussies there…which gets me thinking.  I am really not into hairy – totally puts me off, unless shaped in some tidy geometrical form or other compact figure.  It goes without saying that it has to be on the Hill – definitely not on the lips or around the asshole.

Back to you Asians, take my advice, but don’t take it too personally.  You must not tolerate any kind of hair growth apart from your hair.  As I see it, everywhere else it looks terrible.  Too thick hairs and too rare growth at the same time.  It gives a really unhealthy impression as it invokes associations with aging, frailty, and disease.  Other than that, I have only superlatives for the tight, silky, milky Asian pussies.

Words…are hardly grouping into thoughts…as if I am enthralled by the magic of the Pussy.  Deadly bored and tired of everything, but still preserved the primordial curiosity for the domed, captivating Hill of Venus.  Hill of epic proportions – no other has been warred over as much.

The Pussy.  It keeps my world together, where everything is homogenous, iterated to infinity, and lost all appeal.  Only the Pussy continues, after thousands of years, to fill us with life.  The temptation to touch and penetrate it is the only reason for the enduring existence on this planet.  Evolution is nothing more than a mechanism of sifting through the best techniques of getting the Pussy.  Anything that does not adopt these techniques dies out.

If someone dares say this sounds unreal, do think about the number of times a day you are confronted with sexual imagery – the most universal marketing approach.  The Pussy!  Covered with delicate, pink, lace tong, hinting the outlines, but leaving the rest to the imagination…makes men howl!  We’ve just revealed Victoria’s secret!  The Pussy!  Pink, hot, tight, pulsing, wet, lips a little spread apart.  Invigorating!

The Pussy must be subdued!

And there lies the problem.  In modern western civilization it is made a cult and worshipped.  Instead of being subdued – it subdues.  It has become so overwhelming that it overpowers the Dick- its righteous master.  The Dick, who must tame and consume the luscious Pussy, has become its sucker.  Men have forgotten their hunters’ nature and they panic when they meet their destiny.

Mindboggling is the fall of western civilization.  Men do not know what to do with women.  Having nobody to consume them, women have lost their identity.  They feminize and neglect their function.

Thus, traditional, good, true fucking disappears.  What is left if some meager intercourse between defunct men and women.  They still manage to fuck somehow, instinctively, because the memory is vivid.  But it is fading.  The memory of the irresistible desire to conquer and seize your pussy is being wiped out.

Today fucking is more of a consensus of the type “I buy you tickets for the Robbie Williams concerts and you spread your legs”.  Guys are readily foregoing the fact that it – their Pussy – is going to be consumed by someone else on that concert they are paying for.  They are ready to do this in order to keep her…because they are that weak – they are ready to do anything to keep her a bit longer.

Actually, it happens so that the Pussy is in full control.  But she is not used to or fit to control.  It can’t and it doesn’t want to, because its part it to be obedient to the Dick and serve him.

Here, we come to the most important principle in life and the universe: “The only thing that gives orders is balls!”  Balls rule the world!  But guys with balls are on the Red Book of Endangered Species.  The Pussy is becoming mighty and men are feeling suppressed.  This is a historic precedent – a man being uncomfortable in the presence of a woman!

Finding a counterparty, especially a female one, to an intercourse when you are thirteen is an overwhelming task.  Girls of your age or younger are most definitely not of the right disposition, not to mention that, from what I have seen, they tend to find sex appalling.  Older girls, on the other hand, wouldn’t take you seriously no matter what.  They find you little, immature, and funny at best.  And they are right.  But more importantly, if they are to extend exploration privileges to their wet fields, they’d do the honours to an experienced and battle-hardened driller.

So what’s a guy to do?

Choice #1: Let the younger ones play princesses in innocence.  Let the older ones’ unopened boxes squeak in pain and pleasure.  And, resort to masturbation.  Without a computer or internet, there was still plenty of material.  Newspapers, magazines, TV, the girls next door, the girls at school, the boys’ sisters, their lusty mothers, and to top it all, the cameltoe parade in the summer – on the streets and at the beach.  Damn!  I beat my dick like it owes me money – day in, day out.