Old Tall Wood
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Posted:Nov 3, 2010 3:39 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2010 2:48 pm
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I looked at it. It was as majestic as it was terrifying. Eighty foot tall, about one third of it was dead, not just dead, but old and dead. My job was to climb up it, and get rid of the dead, and cut back some of the live limbs to help reduce the weight in it. That means I'm going to have to walk far out onto limbs to take off some of the ends. Strong wind bursts blow from one side, shaking the tree limbs. ... Yup, going to be fun ... I take my rope, and throw it up around one of the lower limbs.
I climb up my rope twenty foot to the lowest limb. Arm over arm, I walk up the side of the tree. My rope is snapped onto a couple of metal rings on my saddle, so I look like I'm walking up the tree. Each step I have to thrust my hips up and pull my arms down to keep my rope tight and keep me from falling down. Step after step, my hips thrusting up further and further into this tree, my arms buldging from holding my weight each step after step. I get to that limb, I use one arm to hold my rope and keep me from falling, as I get my feet on the limb I use my other arm to steady myself, let go of my rope, and stand up on the limb. Time to go to the top now.
I start climbing up limb after limb, I try to avoid stepping on the dead limbs, as they might just give out and fall without much warning, then I would probally be following it twenty to forty feet down onto the sidewalk or curb. I climb, sometimes I get to a place where I cannot reach the next limb up, and have to toss my rope over a higher limb and pull myself up to the next limb. I climb quickly, safely, but quickly. Soon I am forty-five foot up to the highest fork in the tree that I THINK will support my weight. I put my rope around that fork, make a taughtline hitch knot in my rope, and look around for what I need to remove first.
I need to take some weight off of some of the higher limbs, so I walk out onto an ever shrinking limb, leaning back letting my rope keep me from falling backwards off of the limb, I get out at far as I THINK the limb that I'm standing on will support my weight, I lean back, hold on as a wind gust hits, swinging my limb all over the place till it ends, start up my chainsaw and start removing some of the needless live limbs. When I'm done, I pull my rope to help me stand back up, I walk back to the main trunk, and head down to the next limb I'm going to remove, a giant dead limb.
I look at this monster, it's about sixteen inches wide in it's diameter, it's about twenty-five foot long. It's a sidewalk/curb buster, I will have to take this down in pieces. I call for a roping rope, one of my co-workers ties it onto my rope end, and I pull it up. I send it around a decent sized limb and then tie it to a large section of this dead limb. I make sure my co-worker is ready; then I start my saw, I make two cuts in a V shape to make a notch, this will encourage the limb to fall that direction to help it avoid the house and the car. I start the final cut to let it fall. The stench of cat shit hits my nose. This is what rotten oak smells like to me, I will have to be extra careful with this limb, it's not solid, but rotted. I keep from gagging and continue the cut, getting covered in saw dust chips. The limb falls.
My co-worker kept the rope tight, and the limb has a good swing CRACK! right into the tree, one small green limb gets severed straight off of it's larger limb, pieces of small dead sticks rain down from the limb I cut, we slowly lower it and lay it down. I pull the rope back up to tie the next section. I keep this up till it's all the dead is down. I finish reducing extra live limbs to relieve the weight. Finally, I'm done, I hope back away from the tree, I let my knot give way and slide down towards the ground. I come to the end of my rope and have to stop four foot off of the ground. So I untie my knot, hold my rope end, look down, let go of my rope, and fall the last few feet.
It was a big scary tree, most climbers would've laughed if they were asked to climb it. I'm not like most. I worked hard, my body is tired, slightly beat up, got a couple new bruises and a few cuts, but I finished it, and got down, alive for another day, and yes, I had an enjoyable time up there.
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Why are we here? ... on A F F I mean ;)
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Posted:Nov 2, 2010 7:48 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2012 2:49 pm
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Why are we here? Why do we spend hours of our lives at the computer looking at pictures of others and chatting with others?
Some are here for the blogging system, to get out their feelings, for that much needed venting. Others to read what people have written, to know more about them, or looking for some entertainment in the blogs that one cannot normally find elsewhere. Either way, most people look to find friends in the blogs.
Some are here looking for pure sexual encounters. They don't want to know the other person, just want to get some measure of pleasure from them. Learn new experiences, new feelings. Some treat it as a competition, how many views one gets total/in a month, how many YM contacts, or how many actual encounters one can get.
Some are here to chat in an adult chat system where a lot more topics can be discussed (mainly sexual topics). They want to talk about stuff that probably shouldn't be reading, or they don't want to have "listen" to in the chat room with them, or they have found friends or people with common interests that they just feel like chatting with.
Some come just to get others riled up, they get enjoyment out of making others feel bad.
Some just want to see what this site is about, they have far different expectations than what actually does go on in here.
Some just want to find people to be friends.
Some just want to show themselves off, let that exhibitionist out. They enjoy showing videos, cams, and pictures.
I feel like I'm a mix. I enjoy showing myself, and I had no idea what this site was about when I first joined up, I mainly joined to make friends (and hopefully meet some for pleasure and to experience new things). I had to force myself to chat, and to blog. Both of which scared the shit out of me.
I figure most people are a mix, think about it. Why are you on here?
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Another Great Day
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Posted:Oct 31, 2010 12:19 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2019 9:23 pm
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I heard the water running, I knew she was taking a shower. I just had to wait long enough. I continued mowing, can't let her think that I know what she's about to do, till she's distracted enough to not notice that I'm still outside. I mow for a little while longer, my internal alarm goes off - it's time - I turn off the mower and head in. I look inside the steamy bathroom before entering. yep, she's laying down. I step in, quietly closing and locking the door, I don't want anyone disturbing us. I step up to the side, pull back the shower curtain enough to get a good view of her masturbating with the showerhead.
It's a detachable one with a pulsating feature, very nice, every woman should have one. This is why I insisted on getting it and installing it. I can enjoy myself in the shower, she should be able to also. Now I get to lean back and enjoy the show. She opens her eyes, she's known that I was there when I closed the door. She smiles, asking if I wish to join. Her voice is so sweet, seductive, inviting. I say no, I just want to watch. It's pressed so close to her pussy, hitting her clit. She loves that feeling, and I love watching her lower lips opened and juicy, her opening looking so inviting, I have to restrain myself from just lowering my head and licking her over and over until I've replaced the showerhead. I restrain myself, though I don't restrain my shorts, I let them fall, stepping out of them, I whisk away my shirt, take off my boxers, shoes and socks. Now I can enjoy the show, I lean back again, watching one of the most beautiful things I have the pleasure of witnessing, her orgasm.
She's still not sure if she can coax me into joining her, so I tell her to go ahead, I'm just enjoying the show this time. She says that it's my loss, if only she knew how much excitement and thrill I get from watching that, she would know that this is no loss. She closes her eyes and gets back to fully enjoying the warm water that's pulsating all over her clit. She looks beautiful, totally enjoying her feeling, I admire and memorize her face, I look at her lovely tits, slightly quivering due to the pulsations, wet, suckable, bold, proudly stating I am woman! I look down to her pussy, the showerhead is in the way at the top, but I can see her opening between her spread lips, warm, wet, inviting. It wants to be full of my cock, just as I want to have my cock enveloped by her, but, I shall save that for later.
My balls are twitching, I have to start stroking my cock, it feels so good. I look back at her face. It's her face that drives me wild. She is showing the tenseness of her body as she's getting close to her orgasm, I see a climax hit her, her mouth opens in pleasure, a gasp escapes, I love it. I watch each and every quiver that her face makes as she imagines someone stroking/licking/fingering/playing with her clit. I watch as her breasts quiver from her body's response to the on-coming orgasm. Her opening is widening and shrinking like it's wanting to suck a cock deep inside it and squeeze it empty. My balls are really boiling, I can feel my cum loading up, but I hold back, she needs to get her's before I get mine.
She hits another strong climax, it won't be long now. She confirms that as she opens her eyes and tells me, I'm going to be cumming soon, oh god! She closes her eyes again, and starts shaking, it's going to happen soon. My cock is straining to get harder than ever, my balls are overloading my cock with cum. I've started stroking my cock-head faster and stronger. She opens her mouth and lets the sound of her pleasure escape from her lips, suddenly she looks like she just melts into the bathtub, she got her's. My cock is begging for release, I straddle the bathtub, she looks up at me, licks her lips, tells me to cum all over her tits - and I lose it.
My cock just starts blasting cum all over, her left tit just gets covered with two blasts from me, completely covered in thick white creamy jizz. I turn it to start coating her right tit. Two more shots and all of the drips that come out, her right tit is pretty well coated. She takes her fingers and starts playing with the cum, moving it all over her tits, she licks one finger, smiles at me and compliments me on how sweet it tastes. I watch her for a couple more minutes, playing with my cum, but all good things must come to an end. She stands back up, washes off my cum, and finishes her shower, while I get re-dressed and finish mowing the lawn.
another great day ... makes me think of something totally strange.
Fuck McDonalds, This is much better, and truly, I'm loving it!
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Random thoughts on feelings
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Posted:Oct 29, 2010 9:49 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2010 2:33 pm
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Just finished two incredible crappy days (a few highlights that make me smile, mainly from texts). Got hurt somewhat, ... nothing that won't heal ... stuck a log into my ribs, so now I have a one and a half inch gash up the sides of them. Then grabbed a stick, only to come back with a dozen dry pine needles stuck in my fingers (and a few cuts from them also) so off to pour the alcohol on the cuts, can't let them get infected. After I pour it, it burns, I held my hand up, looking at the cuts, watching them burn. I like this, the pain reminds me that I am alive ... pain ... I can deal with or even ignore. When I can't feel pain ... am I still truly alive?
Tonight, it got better, quite good in fact. Subway ... Mmmm. I've always loved fresh vegetables. Good to change the day with good stuff. And cake ... lol, yes cake. It usually helps improve my day, can't rely on that though, it's not good like vegetables, but still, it definitely helps. Had a lot of people welcome me in the chat room I frequent, always feels good to know that other's enjoy your company  even if it's just in cyberspace. O-lady, I hope your life keeps improving, I enjoy reading about all the improvements that happen for you, and sharing your disgust with problems and obstacles that occur.
So ... I started thinking of feelings, and with me, turned to sexual feelings I'm still feeling frisky 
I love how a woman's pussy grips my cock, how it milks it with each push, the look of her luscious breasts bouncing with each thrust of my hips into her's. The look of exhilaration on her face as her eyes roll back and a slight moan escapes from her mouth, betraying the feelings of pleasure that she is experiencing. The way she quivers when I open her pussy up, exposing her clit, her special button, my tongue's target. The way she squirms as I drive her wild with my lapping, twisting it up down and around, side to side around it. The way her hips show that my exploitation of her clit is forcing her to orgasm. This makes a great feeling when I enter her, extremely, wet pussy with my cock. I love the soft feelings of her legs on either side of my body, especially when they dig in hard to my ass or back as she starts humping back, showing her great desire for harder further penetration. I love the feeling of my balls swinging with each thrust, slamming themselves into her ass (or pubic area if doggy) tapping a big load of cum closer and closer to shooting out. The way they start to tighten up before unloading their creamy presents, the way she feels them tighten up and starts begging for me to fill her up (or cover her)
It makes me wonder how the woman feels. Sometimes I wish I could know, experience the feelings of a woman. I would get greedy, I'd have to experience a lot of men, I know that. But I am a guy, and I really don't care to experience another guy, but ... what if I were a woman ...
How would it feel, having my clit teased with a finger, vibe, cock-head, or tongue? The feelings welling up from inside me, forcing me to shake. How does it feel when a woman climaxes, over and over till (hopefully) an orgasm erupts from within her. I know it has to be much more pure pleasure than when a guy erupts ... makes me slightly envious ... but then, most guys don't care if a woman gets hers ... a shame, silly men ... they fuck you back with more desire if you care, and it feels much MUCH better
But still, how would it feel if I was a woman ... I can't fathom what it would feel like when my pussy is spread open for a cock, the head moving up and down my slit, pushing it slightly open then retreating, just to repeat it, till finally it just drives in deep. The feelings of being spread open to a hot, thick, veiny cock, that's unrelenting in pounding me faster, slower, faster over and over, till it throbs hard and shoots the wet warm spray of cum deep inside me, then keeps pulsating, shooting more and more cum deep inside me. The feeling of being open, cum running down my ass or leg, while most of it feels like a lake inside my insides. I wonder how that would feel.
If only they could make a device where you could switch bodies with another but keep your mind ... nothing permanent like surgery. ... If I have these feelings of wanting to feel what the other sex feels, I'm sure some women wonder what the guy feels. I know I'd want to feel several ...
If only ... If only ...
My weekend should be good, tonight has been.
peace, love
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Feeling like ... Blah ...
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Posted:Oct 27, 2010 4:00 pm
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2010 8:51 pm
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I've been feeling like blah since monday. Since Friday, I've had some ups (and a couple of really great ups!) and some downs (and a couple of really bad downs)
I've had several things I've wanted to post about, especially describing the feelings of one of my ups, but my blahs start overwhelming me, and I stopped feeling like writing. I was asked to read a guy's blog, CleavageFan4U , I was quite impressed. He's a good blogger, I would suggest reading it.
But still, I'm no longer inspired to write, I hope it comes back, this has been a lot more enjoyable than I ever thought it would be.
What do you all do when you feel like the blahs? Share your thoughts with me, you might inspire me, and I would like that.
-out ... for now-
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Wild Sex
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Posted:Oct 22, 2010 9:54 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2013 8:48 pm
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Note: Just lost a longish psychological post due to a misplaced click ... grrr, but like a true artist, the past is in the past. I won't try to recreate what I had made; thus I am writing this memory of mine. Maybe later I might feel like retrying the lost one. -THAX013
I am horny, not just normal horny, but extra horny. My wife has been teasing me non-stop since work ended; thus my inner Beast is fighting to get out and get his pleasure from her. On top of that, she just went to the bedroom. I step up to the doorway, she's laying back on the bed, a thin sheet covering her. "Are you just going to stand in the doorway?" she asks, which instead of answering, I just hop onto the bed and toss the sheet aside - she's fully dressed still. My Beast tries breaking free from my control, as I grab her pants waistband, getting the panties also and just throw them down and off of her legs. I lay her back onto the bed and pull her hips close, legs up, making sure I'm wet with her juices, I tease the tip at her pussy, as I touch her clit with a finger, she reaches up and slaps me, telling me to fuck her. She slaps me two more times, each time my Beast gets closer and closer to breaking out. She can see this fight inside my eyes; then she does it, she closes her eyes and moans, "Let him out, let him have full control" and my Beast breaks his cage, breaks his chains and takes full control. My pupils widen, drowning out any sight of the brown in my eyes, my breathe becomes ragged.
I growl out "Don't you EVER slap me AGAIN!" She knows him, she wanted him out, but she's never seen him take total control. I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, and forcefully pull her down away from the headboard. Then with a deft thrust, I enter her with every inch of my cock. She gasps as she is suddenly split in two. I throw her legs up into the air, grab hold of them and start an intense pounding. Her tight gripping pussy gives my cock soo much pleasure, I can feel every bit of her from the veins that are standing out on my member. She regains control of herself from her first unexpected climax and slaps me again. She's goading me into giving her one hell of a fucking, but I'm going to do that anyway. She wins, and I growl at her something about having it her way. I grab her shirt, and rip it from the V-Neck all the way down in one quick yank, I grab her bra and just bust it apart from the middle. She tries to say or do something but I reached up and put one hand completely around her throat. I apply pressure, not enough to restrict her breath, but enough to give the feeling of being choked, while letting her feel like she is still in control. She starts moaning harder and louder as I ram my rod deep into her, hitting her cervex, feeling it give way and start spreading to admit my throbbing head.
I fuck her hard like this for a few more minutes, loving the feeling of her cervex open and sucking on my cock's head, giving her two more climaxes while "choking" her. I lean down, intent on biting her lower lip, just to see blood. She sees what I'm about to do and moves her head to dodge my teeth ... three times she dodges me. She decides to end this before I succeed in drawing blood, so she breathes out "Give it to me, blow your load deep inside me" I respond "HELL NO! GET ON ALL FOURS!" as I grab her, lean back and just completely flip her in one quick move. I growl "you're getting what you deserve!" as I plant a hard solid hand spank on her ass. The sound of it echo's through the house. I take a quick look, there's a red handprint with her white flesh surrounding it. I grin ... she's moaning in ecstasy, so I send my hand spanking her other ass cheek. Again another loud CRACK! a gasp from her, another red handprint, her pussy smells like it just got much wetter. I take my hard rod and line it up with her pussy, teasing it up and down, I ask if she's ready - which she immediately begs for me to ram it in her. "HELL NO! YOU'RE NOT READY!" and I give her two more spanks, her ass is completely red aside from the white surrounding the first two spanks. I ask her again if she's ready, which she begs for it again. This time I tell her that she's ready for a hard fucking, as I ram it deep into her, splitting her cervex wide open, again she has a climax. I take one hand, and grab the back of her neck as if I'm choking it. My other hand I grab her hip and fuck her back onto my cock. I fuck her hard like this for a while, without giving her any climaxes.
I can feel my nuts starting to throb, getting ready to completely cover her insides with my cum, but I'm not done yet. I flip her back onto her back, grab her right tit and suck the nipple into my mouth as I rub my cock up and down her slit, making sure I press and rub her clit with my head, pouring pre-cum all over it. I take more and more of her tit into my mouth, then I take a solid bite down onto it as I slam my cock deep into her. She has the most intense climax that I've seen! She is almost oblivious to everything. I grab her shoulder and head while I'm still biting on her tit, slam myself so deep into her that she feels like she's being split open, thrusting up into her cervex, I just start blasting and blasting my cum, coating her full. It's getting pushed out as I'm still shooting more into her! Five minutes later, I've given all the cum I can. I come back to my senses.
One shirt, one bra, both torn apart. Our sheets have a large rip down the middle of them, splinters of our headboard stuck on my hands. She has bite marks on her tit, hand prints on her ass, eight fingertip sized bruises on her hips and shoulders. The Beast had came out to play, and he did with a vengence. She completely enjoyed it; though, she hasn't brought him out fully since.
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Hurting ... Missing ... Hurting
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Posted:Oct 18, 2010 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2010 8:50 pm
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I was just doing dishes tonight when it hit me. It hasn't hit me in a while, but it hit me hard, like a sledgehammer to the gut. I had to go to my internet friends real quick in the chat room ... couldn't wait for IM friends to respond ... hurt bad, strong, grievous.
I miss my friend, my brother, my hero. He took this young brash headstrong boy full of bravado and arrogance, he taught me humbleness, thoughtful contemplation, mercy, and ... patience. I looked up to him, he knew everything, and what he didn't know, he researched. I trusted him, I knew he always had my best interests at heart.
He was a true, honest, nice person. Never one to judge, or talk without thinking. His presence would calm anyone down; thus he was very easy to speak with.
I so want to speak with him, let him assuage my inner demons. Even without speaking a word, he is therapy, confort, my ... security blanket. The bigger brother that cared enough to keep me out of trouble, give me other ways to go, keep me safe, another parent. All I got now is this damn blog ... and my wife. Do I let her know my inner demons. She knows all of them already, the only person in the world that does. She's never been scared, never ran away. But they scare me ...
I want to talk to him. I can see his kind, intelligent eyes ... they acknowledge everything I say, there is no judgement. He thinks, then talks with me, asks more questions, let's me answer it for myself. Yes, he is the one that taught me to know myself, to search my soul for the answers that I didn't want to acknowledge. To tell the truth, even if it hurts, but to become better for it.
I went to get ice cream while writing this. ... ... I got in line, felt someone watching me, a little girl, about 6. She looked scared, I feel more eyes, I look up, her mom is looking at me, scared, then her father, scared also. Their just staring ... I can smell their fear ... sigh, I must be showing my inner demons in my eyes ... I fake it, I smile ... hard, but I force it ... mention how good of a night it is, give a little laugh. they relax, give a little laugh back, say yeah, it is. I'm glad. I don't like scaring people ... the smell of fear is not pleasant.
Ice cream helps one feel better, I shouldn't but I do. That is not the way to solve one's problems ... working them out, no matter how hard it is to start or do it ... He taught me that. I wanted to quit this post, cancel it, clear it. But that will solve nothing. Still the truth remains ... I miss him.
Why? Why did that have to hit me. It's been 8 years since he could talk. Why did that have to hit me again ... ... yes, ... yes, it was right next to this date 8 years ago when his ability to comfort me was taken away. My hero, unable to move, paralyzed. Still, he was at our wedding. He was the first to know that my wife was pregnant, the first to know their names.
I'm a greedy jerk. Even in that state, I still wanted him here. I still was talking to him, trying to help him heal. Years of healing, viturally nothing to show for it. I'm a fucking bastard for wanting alive, even if he was still in that condition. He was in it for years, and even I know he wished for death ... a death his family wouldn't give him. I understand that, but still ...
His life made me a better person. After his death, I realized his great qualities that made him the great person he was. I looked at all his friends, from 8 different states, that all drove here to attend his funeral. ... there were over a hundred ... and so many more that couldn't make it. I absorbed those qualities of him. There is still that arrogant brash person inside me, but also the quiet contemplative non-judgement one. I try to live a life that he would be proud of, that I can be proud of. I try to teach through example. I want my boys to grow up proud, strong, self-reliant, kind, patient, and with mercy.
But still, I miss him ... and it hurts ... soo ... bad.
Chad, rest in peace. Love.
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Just a Day Dream I had
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Posted:Oct 16, 2010 9:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2013 10:31 pm
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I walk up to her front door, excited. She had called me telling me she had a surprise for me to enjoy, but I had to get over there soon. I had wasted no time, pretty much ran out the door and speeding over there. Her door is ajar, I push it open and look inside. She's standing at the back of the room in a trenchcoat ... strange ... she tells me to come on in and lock the door behind me, which I do. I glide over, putting my arm behind her back, I give her a deep kiss which bends her back, supported by my arm, I kiss her long and deep three, four times. She lightly pushes me back up and tells me to go into the bedroom, "you'll like what you see!" she says.
I walk back, I see four leather straps on the bed, each one connected to a bedpost. I smile, this should be fun. As I turn to thank her, she walks up, grabs my crotch, says "this will be a night you won't ever forget!" I kiss her deeply some more, moving my mouth down her chin-line to her neck where I start licking and kissing. She's shuddering, but she stomps her boot and tells me to stop. She then throws off her coat - she's wearing a tight black leather corset, thigh high fishnets, and calf boots! She picks up a riding crop that was leaning on the wall next to her. She sees me looking her up and down and demands that I look her in the eyes. She smacks her leg lengthwise with the crop as she demands NOW! I stand straight and look into her eyes. She walks up to me slowly, wraps her arms around my neck, stares into my eyes till she gives me a slow kiss on my lips, slowly she moves to my cheek and to my ear, then breathlessly she whispers, "you're mine tonight!" She removes my shirt, shoes, socks, jeans, and boxers. She moves back up to kissing me, a little tongue tease to my top lip.
She then gives me a solid push, I fall back onto the bed. She's already straddling me straping my wrists with the leather straps, she kisses me some more going down my body till she gets to my rock hard cock, she strokes me some while using her tongue to play with my head, then up and down my shaft and back up to my head. She then slinks back off the bed and straps both of my ankles to the last two leather straps. She walks to the side of the bed, and starts kissing my lips again, I kiss back strongly, but she then sneaks a hand to my cock and starts using her fingers to play and trace around on it while kissing me. I start going wild, my cock eager for the pleasurable playings her hand is giving me. I give out a low moan as she stops playing and takes a death grip on it. She pumps it solid, quick, but solid, one, two, three times. I'm leaking pre-cum all over as I watch her lean down, and lick it up off of her hand, then my head, then she looks me in the eye, smiles, and takes my head in her mouth and sucks a bit of pre-cum up and out of my cock. I moan even louder now, I try to buck my hips to get even more of my cock in her mouth. I know I will only last for a few more minutes before unleashing a monster load, and that I should calm down and enjoy this for a lot longer, but it just feels soo good having her drinking my cum straight from my cock. All of a sudden, she stops, stands up, wipes her lips. She chastises me for trying to rush it ... she's in control here, NOT me. She lashes my legs a few times with the crop. "OK, you've done good, you're ready for your surprise. SLAVE! get in here!"
I look up, slightly confused and see the slave walk in. Slave is naked with large tits, large pierced nipples, her hair is long, about to the bottom of her shoulder. She stands at attention in front of my new dom. Dom tells her to go between my legs and give me some attention with her lips and mouth, but no tongue. I'm loving the lip service, when suddenly, the crop smacks me on the left side of my chest. "Don't you dare cum! Or I'll be pissed!" my dom says. She then blindfolds me saying that now I won't know when she's ready to smack me. I start feeling lips on my cock, and a hand starting to play with my balls. They're lifted, teased, and ... sucked. I'm loving the feeling of lips on my cock, and my balls being sucked, I start to feel the urge to blow my load when I'm suddenly smacked again on my chest. My balls are left alone again, then the lips are no longer on my cock. I wait for a while, wondering what's going on, when wet lips start kissing mine.
I kiss back and feel another set of lips start playing with my nipples. A hand takes my cock and starts slowly stroking it up and down. The lips leave my mouth, I feel skin on either side of my head, feel warmth above my face, smell the sweet wetness of a moist pussy. I stick my tongue out and am rewarded by feeling a pussy. I start to lick it, working my tongue to her clit, this doesn't taste like my dom, doesn't feel like her, I'm licking this unknown slave, she is wet. I probe my way down to her opening with my tongue, she seems tight, tasty sweet, I work back to her clit as I start hearing moans from her. I hear her get smacked a few times by the crop, each time she gets hit, the hand on my cock gives a quick strong stroke. Slave's legs around my head start to tighten and quiver, I can hardly believe that I'm about to make her cum, but I keep going faster, stronger, full licks up her clit, moving it to do two quick circles around it, then back to several full licks then suddenly I hear a loud moan and I feel it, she has just cum all over my face. I lick up my sweet reward as she moves off away from my face.
The hands on my cock are working it vigorously and I can tell that I won't last much more than a minute, when it stops. Dom says "get up on that monster meat, take it fully in you! You're going to fuck it hard and long like it was meant to be fucked!" I feel slave straddle me, my cock feels straight bliss as it enters her tight pussy. I feel how much my cock is stretching her out, then I feel my head push up against her cervex, and I still have an inch left to go, but she starts riding on it. Harder and harder, I can hear dom telling her how hard it is, how she needs to work it like it deserves, how it's the only thing that matters to her now. I'm getting close to cumming when she suddenly goes all the way down onto me.
My head forces open her cervex and I'm in her womb. I hear dom whisper in my ear, she's all yours for filling, she fertile and ovulating, impregnate her, I want to watch you make her take your baby! I'm just about to blow when slave starts orgasming again, I lose it, and blow 3 massive loads into her womb. I can feel my cum leaking out around my cock even as I shoot more into her. Slave gets off my hips, and I hear nothing for several minutes till I hear the front door close. then my blindfold is removed. Dom kisses me over and over, telling me how hot that was, how she climaxxed just watching and making me fuck that woman. After I get my wrists and ankles freed, I ask who the slave was. She tells me "you will never know, she's sure to be pregnant now, thanks to you, but she has no clue who you are, and I'm not telling either of you anything. She has always wanted to raise a , you have made her night."
I leave her house that night with an experience that has forever changed me, and true to her word, I never found out who slave was.
I hope you liked my day dream.
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Feeling Good
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Posted:Oct 15, 2010 8:25 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2010 8:00 pm
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Ah, what a good solid night's extra long sleep will go. Plus that and a quicky during my break  well, not much of a quicky took longer than my break allows ... sssshhhhh BUT WOW that felt good! I just bent her over one of her chairs, pulled my shirt and jeans off, pulled her pants and panties off, got her wet, and just ram rodded her like there was no stopping. She started begging for my cum before I opened her up and pushed open her cervex. I wanted my cum to stay inside her all day long, and a few minutes later I was filling her overfull with it. I love when I know it's coming, to time my final hard trust with my first solid spurt, then holding it there so she can feel every shot hit deep inside her ... I LOVE IT!
alas, time to get back to work ...
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Caffiene and Willpower
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Posted:Oct 14, 2010 7:09 pm
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2010 2:24 pm
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Just a quicky here, I don't care for them, but now I'm going to do one. lol.
I got almost no sleep last night, seems my body was asleep but my mind stayed running. Seems she texted to me a few times, and I responded, but I don't remember any of that, seems I was texting with her while I was asleep. lol, sleep texting. When she came home and got into bed, seems I took her, getting her wet before fucking her hard, only, I was asleep still. lol sleep fucking. I remember waking up apparantly halfway through, we went at it for about 15 more mins before I emptied my cum-laden balls into her for what seemed like forever.
The next morning, I just can't get motivated at all. I pretty much dragged my feet all the way till time to get to work, and work wasn't any better.
A husk, an empty shell of a man is how I feel. I still do good work, wading through a sea of poison ivy to cut down some trees that grew too close to a dirt road. I lift several logs. Some of the logs, my co-workers won't even attempt without a second or third person helping, which I just pick up and carry over by myself. I feel like a walking corpse.
Caffiene and willpower are the only things keeping me moving, keeping me working. Gawd I just want to burn out and give up, but that accomplishes nothing. I just have to keep moving.
Caffiene and willpower, those two things get me through the toughest of times. I force myself to finish out the day. Taking my shower, I finally take note of all my injuries from the past couple days. A scraped elbow, scabbed over, just need to wash it, should be good. A bruised shin, going to watch that keep stuff from hitting that. A bruised rib, I remember that, should've been worse. I threw a solid dead curved limb into the chipper, it flipped over and had a curved end coming right at me. I lept back as far as I could go without knocking over our chipper operator, the closest I have to a father figure in my department. All I can do now is feel that hard solid stick poke into my rib and drag itself across my chest as the chipper eats it up. I knew right then and there I was cut bad and probally bleeding, but to my surprise my shirt saved me from that, not even a scratch, just a tender bruise ... I consider myself lucky.
Can't stay awake or alert, too mentally dead. Again I feel like a zombie, doing whatever to mimic life. I'm done, got to get sleep. Hopefully I won't be working on caffiene and willpower tomorrow.
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Mentally Drained, yet again ...
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Posted:Oct 13, 2010 7:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2019 7:56 am
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I've just finished climbing 40 feet of rope, my muscles are pumped, a thin film of sweat is starting to coat my arms and chest, I could feel their eyes on me each time I went further up, waiting to see if I could make it, afraid I would become a splatter on the concrete sidewalk below this big hackberry tree. I made it up, smooth like a seasoned veteran, I take a moment to admire the bulging muscles in my arms, I'm awed, I've never had muscles that bulged out when exerted. I climb up another 30 foot to put my rope around a 4 inch wide limb, this rope, around this limb, will be my most trusted object, for if it fails ... I die. I can't do my job without trusting this rope and the limb it's around, it feels good, I set it tight, push my sunshades up closer to my face, smile, start up my chainsaw, and set it to the dead limbs I came up here to remove.
There, I started a blog, finally, surprisingly. I hate journals, diaries, blogs. I am a private shy person. I am me. Yet, here I am, finally setting up a blog. Why ... why ... why. Because I want to, scratch that, need to. I need to set free some of this inner conflict that I have controlled within my head and breast. Let out some of it, so I can get a fresh breath of life, energized, revigored. ok, enough of that, back to the blog...
I enjoy working, I climb trees, use my chainsaw to cut down the dead limbs or the entire tree if it's dangerous. I love lifting the logs, throwing them onto our flatbed truck, pulling hundreds of pounds of brush to our chipper to watch it just simply eat all that brush. I've never had muscles that show, so I'm amazed each time I look in the mirror at myself. This job is good for my body, even if it is one of the top ten lethal occupations in the entire US. I'm good, strong, smart, powerful. I feel like a power player at work, the person everyone wants on their crew. Then I come home, and start having to juggle all the balls that are my hectic life. I try my damnest to keep all the most important ones going, the ones that have to be done now. One ball I'm juggling falls and bounces off the ground, I try to catch it on the bounce. I lose heart as I watch more of my juggled balls fall and drop one by one, but still I try to keep most of them up and going. I'm afraid, ... afraid that I will lose an important one, or worse, burn out and just stop ... let them fall all over. That's happened before ... 5 times ...last time was 4 years ago.
Keep the important ones going ... love the wife, love the , make money to pay the bills, feed everyone, get to work on time, get the to school on time, relax and find time to keep my sanity. The rest tend to fall sometimes.
Lately, the rest have been falling a LOT. I'm not superman, just a guy that tends to take on too much ... I push myself, and beat myself up when I'm not perfect at everything. I have become pretty good at a lot of things, and excellent in several more, but ... I'm just a guy, I'm not superman. Why? why do I force myself into the role of superman? Hell, I don't even care for him. Thankfully my wife realizes that I'm not superman. She loves me, always will love me, she also loves that I will take on so much without complaint without gripe without resentment. And it's true. I just hate myself each time I see a ball fall and bounce away from me ... I should be better, I can be better, it won't happen next time ... I won't let it ... it will happen sometime later I know this, but I won't accept that as an answer.
It's hard, so very hard. I care a lot. I care a lot about my family. I care a lot about others. I am a goliath. I am strong, powerful, smart, brave. I am superman. I wish my life outside of work was as easy as work is.
Each day I pray for strength dicipline wisdom. Each day I pray for healing, healing of the body, healing of the mind. Each day I pray for others, family members, others I have no knowledge of, others I know that need help ... I wish I could help more people more often. Each day, I pray for self forgiveness ... when I find I am not superman and watch another ball bounce away.
My inner demons are fierce, my willpower is stronger, my passion is intense. The person I am is stronger because of the fire I have been forged through. I AM better now. I WILL be better later.
Remember ... who you are ... where you have been ... what you will be ... Remember
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