In a Noisy bar in Avalon i tried to call you,
But on a midnight watch i realized why twice you ran away...
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Too much pepper she mutered to herself and annoyingly slammed the shaker on the table.Not many tables around, about 8 maybe lazy tourits lounging or 4th wave hippies who live in the area.Smell of burning maal. Sound of her fork on the plate. My hot sweet honey lemon mint tea.... Waiting.sound of asian dub foundation on the speakers.
She spirits free and freed her to the mountains. We still haven;t spoken much and she is pretty much a stranger to me. Maybe it was just her red hair and Cute facial expression which made me come along. I am already thinking dirty things. I am picturing her in various sexual positions.
Her head bending backwards in doggy style, my hands on her ass guiding her forwards and backwards. I’d like to think she has a nasty Tattoo on her bum, a drunken tramp stamp. Her unshaven pusssy hair ....sweaty. My hands glide forward to feel her nipples.
She shoots me an intense look as if she knows what I am thinking about. But it;s only because I have been staring at her for half a minute As I fuck her in my mind. Women can feel these things. She smiles. Tells me my tea is growing old.I smile back. It’s almost like a smile post an orgasm. I want her. I don;t know her or her favorite band but my cock years to Splash all over her bosom in her mouth on her hair all over her.
She takes out a book out of her bag.i lean back. She stretches her legs under the table and leans back to read norwegian wood.murakami. I see her toes. Unkept yet ... They would be lethal in black nailcolor and high heels to match. I can imagine them on my shoulder when I am pounding her pussy late in the night amongst the creaking of the crickets and the bed.
When is a definite occurrence. If is not.
I am talking when already...
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
"oh baby i can't wait to have me inside of me. i want you so bad. "
"maybe we should shag on the phone"
"no save your energy till i come tommo to pound your pussy to groundnut"
A conversation like this should hint towards a forthcoming night of mad steaming sex.
hair to the bone, blindfolds, bed post crumbling, a sea of crumpled bedsheets soaked fluid and various other cliche and non cliche images found in popular and im-popular media online and offline.
In my time, i have had a lot of bad sex. If you eat pizza everyday there's bound to be a few bad slices every now and then. some girls don't talk or make a sound, some don't move too much, some have goody-two-shoes beliefs and others who do it coz it's "cool"
But the one i cajooned with following the above phone conversation deserves a category of her own. when zombies, the living dead and the dead men of dunharrow had a threesome it must've been like this. Dark, gloomy and devoid of any life.
Act 1 Foreplay
Tits to kill, legs to open tiger woods' nine iron, a little black nightdress and makeup in bed. My cock got giddy and my hands were busy. the fire of the phone call channels through her loins with commanding horniness. A short but intense foreplay is usually a good indication of the animal-ness to follow.
Oh yeah. !!!
Oh yeah !!!
… but apparently her jakyll does hyde. From a cheap amatuer porn video she went to an extra attending the funeral scene on deasperate housewives. Slow, fast, deep, short, lick slip, nick , tuck , pull , spank, twist, press, pressurise, suck, crank it up 5 notches… phew. No sound from the woman. In fact she was lying in the 'attention position' so perfectly that i expected the hail hitler salute anytime. Wait, maybe i should have tried that
"fuck me mein fuhrer"
same continued with blowjobs, titty fuck, handjobs, doggy fuck. The woman showed no emotion. Yet according to her she was having orgasms. My cock can't take it anymore.
how was this woman like this ?
Self esteem issues ? Daddy issues ? Sexual issues ? Or on the contrary she's bdsm or some shit. phew. Well i simply did what any man should have done after such terrible sex. Blew the load on her face and hair. Yeah, i wanna see you get THAT out of your hair in the morning and still make the 9 am meeting on time.
One drawback though, this night has put me off sex. so much that i can't even think about fucking anyone which is so bloody rare for me. Yet it has also made me decide that i have played in numbers for the better part of this decade. Now (at least for the remainder of this year) i am going to play only with girls with whom i have a certain amount of chemistry. Random sex don't cut it no more.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
i just saw one of the worst films ever ! ghosts of girlfriends!! WTF !! why does hollywood have to feminize and cuntisise every real character. why do they create such characters in the first place ? conner mead the hero is a womanizer, who has been taught game by his uncle since he was little. over the course the horrible fucking count of other characters which are in the story dehumanize him to a wimp. i was puking inwards.
My problem with mass media depiction of pussy boys is that other pussy boys think that's how it's supposed to happen. That they have to pursue (yuck) women and listen to "how am i supposed to live without you" and cry and beg their way through. that love is the fucking answer to it all and matches are made in heaven.
no there is no love except what you feel for your mother your father your kids maybe your sibling. you love your wife and she goes blows a man how much love is there ? it's all bullshit… all that is their is illusion !! 99% are in love with the idea of a girlfriend or boyfriend. or it;s comfort relationships. we have a girlfriend or a boyfriend coz ... Just !!
We need MEN not pussy whipped boys. this shit makes me so angry… if tere's something i hate more than power hungry bitch cunt feminists is pussy whipped boy. they bring misery to themselves. it's their fault that girls dump them and no one gives a shit about them. motherfuckers.
oh and to people who will read this and make judgements and call me woman hater !! go fuck your mothers … oh and jennifer garner is so fucking ugly !
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I love the response to the last blog post. I laid a trap for potential visitors. Announced it out loud and put a sign saying "Trap here" and they all fell into it and burned a few mg's of their blood venting on my comments page. awwww
Few of them are regular bashers and cunts du jour (i say this with utmost affection ), but the one i liked the most was Douche muffin. Douche Fucking muffin. Yes he's a boy who calls himself Muffin. Douche Muffin. let me paint a picture of him. Definately not a gym boy (evening new age yoga classes with his "girl-pals", yes), definately wears glasses those metrosexual-herb kinds. is well versed with his emotional/sensitive sides crap. has no girl or super ugly girl or has a girl just so no one calls him out of his gay closet. These are the boys who get bahsed by the Men of the society and find solace in the unsexually charged platonic relationships with women. Oh yeah and they shop a lot and can color coordinate your curtains. Everyone please send a dildo to douche bag cunt muffin on his bud-day !!
his interests are ethenic cleansing !!! maybe if he cleansed all the real men he would get some pussy (assuming hes just fashionably bi) ?? or some respect ??? or feel less threatened ??
Many times i meet a lot of people who go at great lengths to find rare music/rare films / rare books so they can talk about them at social events or parties ! they will go through the said content and argue for and against it or with it till death as they adjust their black rimmed glasses. now i want to know whay is Michael Jackson not there in his favorite music or beatles. There possibly can't be someone who listens to popular music who doesn;t like michael jackson or beatles. One out of these two is a necessity. Why do we have to go write these unknown shites ??
now that;s not to say all people who listen to un-mainstream music are cunts. Lostlittlegirl who commented on my last post is a example. she listens to weird shit coz it makes her pussy flutter and fills her heart with joy and not coz she has to talk about it at parties. but it guys like cunt muffin that make my inner bozo thump. Ok anyhow i am going to address douche cunt;s comment now.
he says You should take your generic rock pedaling ass and get yourself an education in irony.
"pedaling Ass" Doesn;t say that all ? guy is not getting any cock and has reached a stage where internet gay porn doesn;t get his balls filled with cum. he goes on to puke further all over my comments page
Your inane, grammatically confused blather was amusing in a 'this shit is so bad, it's good' way, but this, your misogyny masquerading as catharsis, plunges new depths of vacuous, male bravado posturing, you fucking throwback to the 1970s rockstar cliche.
I don;t know the meaning of misogny, catharsis or vacuous so i ignored that line. someone care to translate ?? he calls me a throwback to rockstar cliche. I took that as a compliment. Albeit from a queer frustrated metrosexual warming up his parents sofa with his cock demanding ass. I look forward to meeting such people who bring such joy and laughter to your life just by being them. So much so i even forgot about what the fuck was i planning to write.
these stories and they know what my sentiments are about women and such. Every person has their own reality.
Just coz what happens in theirs is not congruent with yours doesn;t mean it's all "gas" or "bullshit"
or "fantasy". I know i am leading a good life when i gate hated upon. thank you all bazz-urds.
Friday, June 19, 2009
i am fucking this bollywood-lover-punk rock-jane austen rocks chick in delhi. sweet yet brutal, timid and horny with tits that kill. after i shoot a few rounds of my godly sprinkly cum in her mouth she has this utter thirst for charas. What does she do ? pick up phone, call the dealer. home delivery system. 2 T's on the way. but the best part when she calls her dealer, she starts the call with "salaam bhai jaan". WTF. if a stranger to the situation just walked he would've thought she was talking to a long time no see friend. Brilliant.
I also ended up going to the valley of parvati. Now i think there they put you in jail if you DONT carry charas around. There were dealers who sold us stuff like it was achaar. couple spliff's we dont like it then we give it back. no hard feelings. My friend must've smoked 1T just testing diffrent maal from diffrent people. quite an experience which i secretly and coyly manage to record on the phone's audio recorder. surreal some of their stories.
I am still with portugese girl. everyday she loves me more and more. and i like her a bit more than before especially now that i am fucking around and don't feel claustrophobed into the relationship(yuk) corner. She is very scared that i might be cheating but what she fails to realise is that the more i fuck around the stronger my bond will be to her. she's too sweet and innocent to realise this. she is without a doubt the best girlfriend i ever had, not one find i still find in her except that she is a bit too loving sometimes. and the worst part is i want to fuck this hot friend of hers. if everything goes to plan this should be accomplished very soon without ragazza portugesa coming to know of anything. female friendships are disposable anyways. i know (and admire) boys who have fucked sisters so.
To a lot of socially conditioned persons especially those things with tits we call women this will sound offensive coz obviously they fail to realise how much i love women and respect them. definately way more than the boys who pretend to be "friends" with girls only to call her a slut when the boy gang sits at the coffee shop checking out girls and gossiping(yes boys gossip). and the boys who will play the harmless friend and go home and shag all over the facebook pictures of their "platonic female friends".
it's simple i wanna (respectfully( fuck you and make sure we both have the best time and if it clicks we can be friends. i will keep my mouth shut and hope you do too also. i won't tell boys i fucked you to show off and will keep it our little secret (which makes it sweet). if you don't wanna fuck me then i'll move on and not obsess over/send desperate mails/ shag over your pics. inspite of all this i know enough women who will try trashing me to confetti just by reading what i wrote. in fact for these women i'll throw in an extra bone.
"All women are whores"... i hope somebody gets pissed at least ...
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Show ends. Regular hob nob-in. First i see Forbidden Girl. Now she is forbidden coz she is my very close friend's to be sister in law. the girl has the hots for me, has expressed them non verbally but again Bros Before ho's. so anyhow with a sweet wave of hand and a twinkle of her eye she takes my leave. My heart breaks. if only she wasn;t forbidden the things i'd do to that neck of hers. No problem. Inexile moves on and the guy next to the milf, lets call him jackichan comes to me. Since MILF has been eyeing me all night i figured she has asked him to introduce her to me. After making him wait for ten minutes i go with him. We go there he introduces me to MILF and a second girl. It's too loud inside and i won't be able to spit game so i make them come outside to smoke (first time the smoking ban helped me in any way). We go out I am standing laid back on the rails jackie chan is on my left and MILF is not in my radar. Why ?? coz when we came out i saw the second girl. she wore a red chequered-girlyish cap a red top of some parisian sorts and a black slit skirt. I looked at her she looked at me i stared into her eyes she smiled and looked away. i was in love.
Right then jackie chan introduces me to his girlfriend. Yes the second girl. We will call her Dearest. So anyhow i can;t spit game jackiechan is a US marine. he will beat the shit out of me. but dearest and me are eye flirting. She touches my arm hair and tells me she doesn't like men who have any hair on their arms. Jackie chan proudly displays his on her command. He thinks he's being yo cool while obviously ignorant to all the eye flirting going on .
i always say eye flirting a science and i am proved right when jacki chan has no clue wats goin on and invites me back to his girlfriend's place fr drinking and shit. i look at her she is smiling. i realise GAME ON. she is green light. ok so i make them wait 20 mins before i grab my stuf say bye to my friends tell my guitar player (who was hokking up with another hot cutie) he is on my SOS dial in case shit happens. I get in her car. she is the designated driver. She tries to chat me in the car i ignore everything and talk to the boring boring jackie chan.
Car stereo plays seal's "prayer for the dying" . she wins my heart. we are eye flirting in the rear view mirror as i am sitting diagonal to her. Logistics are so important in flirting. I make her look away everytime our eyes locked. (very important this boys). so we reach her super sexy house. wtf she is an artist. amazing painter. + 10 points
As soon as we settle she starts making huge pegs for the boyfriend who in his manly haze starts drinking them all. When a girl wants something she will eliminate obstacles. I manage to get the MILF drunk in the meantime. so its me dearest and jackichan. Jackichan is hazy and dearest starts asking me questions all of which i avoid. Dearest is curious beyond anything. She is pouring me beer, offering cigarettes and wants me to sing aloud every time i hum. in the meantime i manage to figure out her life. 30 (tho i thot she was 24) divorced. Half British half Indian. In her house clothes she looks prettier than fancy clothes. I am falling in lust. we are sitting silent for about 10 minutes smoking and drinking.
and then in the dead quite of the night on a stralit night surrounded by greenery and 2 silent dogs she starts singing. " ajeeb dastan hai yeh...". pitch perfect. i am falling further in lust. At the sound of the foreign language the boyfriend wakes up. He demands English. we continue to speak in hindi and she's throwing in bits of punjabi. Oh so cute. i wanna throw her against a wall and bite her neck. jackichan is getting pissed. "There's more than language going on here". she tells him that old hindi songs can;t be translated. i in the meantime keep making her sing more songs. all situational romantic songs. she is smiling. she is flirting. the boyfriend is getting pissed.
somehow the talk turns to casablanca. She says she hates the film. i say bullshit (coz i know she hates it just coz she can;t have that romance). i tell the boyfriend she is bullshitting. he asks her why she doesn't answer he asks her 10 more times. she blows up. you know that moment the girl gets irritated on her boyfriend coz there's someone else much better. He starts begging for forgiveness. At that moment i start singing " you must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss..." she looks at me with doggy eyes and smiles and starts singing. The boyfriend is pissed beyond fuck. she is ignoring him and singing. she finishes the song and i finish the cigarette.
she looks at the sulking jackiechan turns to me and in a very flirty "i wish my boyfriend wasn't here" way says "you're such an asshole". I say "that's why you like me so much". Her pussy beats two beats instead of one and i know she wants me. right this moment Jackiechan gets up and punches me in the stomach. It hurt oh it hurt. She flips out throws him down. and slaps him. i won. i excuse myself go to the loo take a piss. when i come back they have patched up or so jackiechan thinks. He just lost her. Well don;t get a superhot girlfriend if you can't be man enough and fend of other men. I want her and that's all i know. she can see the lusty passion in my eyes and there's nothing jackie chan can do to avoid that.
I decided to depart she offers to drop me to a cab. Jackiechan hears this and tags along. I purposely forget my cigarettes and once outside the house tell him to go get it (while i get her phone number). By the time she reversed and i sat in the car that guy ran a fuckingsprint and i swear he went to and fro in like 7 seconds. Insecurity to max. SO after this amazing night with this gorgeous lovely lady i couldn;t get herfucking phone number. I don't know how to get to her. i search facebook, myspace she is nowhere.
sigh. i am so heartbroken. If it wasn;t for the hugetits milf hotness i met last week or my other fuck buddies i would be a miserable romeo.
Since that day jackiechan has messaged me to apologise for his behaviour (which obviously she made him do). then i reply with how i loved his girlfriend's art and then today i get a message from him (which obviusly she made him send) which has her email address in case i want to buy her paints. i reply with a list of all the upcoming shows where i'll play coz i know that although she might next to him cuddling in their bed she is reading these mesages. this goes on for a few messages and i can figure out that she is dictating them to him. It was beautiful howpoor jackiechan never realised and so many messages were exchanged. I love it. I love a woman who can be as conceited as she is. Now i don't give a shit about relationships, i just want her in a blinded by lust society and all the rules. I can see her already running around naked in my house painting pictures. She is totally eligible to be the no 1 pick on my rotation. i lust her that much. Phew. In a world full of carbon copy girls whi issues galore it's so refreshing to meet one such twinky.