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Posted:Oct 7, 2007 8:30 pm
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I have met someone very special, here. She is a wonderful woman who shares everything with me, and supports me as a true friend, confidante and lover. I cannot say enough good about her and im very happy to be such a fortunate man, understanding, kind, loving and faithful, such a find, im just in awe.Its an awesome feeling to be so blessed.happy happy me!!!!!!!!
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Posted:Jun 1, 2007 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2007 8:21 pm
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COMING SOON...An UPBEAT ENTRY....SHEESH, LETS LIGHTEN UP.....
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Wandering on the verge of extinction
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Posted:May 22, 2007 10:24 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2007 12:43 pm
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Contemplating the nature of a search. Feeling time slip away, along with my looks,the mirror doesnt lie, or bullshit me.I feel selfish,searching, when i have no business doing so, other obligations constrain me. Where is the balance? Others care for aging parents, yet still have lives to lead.It seems like i do not.But i shall continue to muddle through, making a real mess of things, the emptiness in my heart i just need to ignore, i guess. Wish there were an iggy button for THAT.In an age of life when everyone has raised their , divorced and are ready to play,Im just getting started,terribly behind in life as usual.Wanting a mate and life partner, an ear to whisper good night to.A morning kiss.It seems too much to ask.Duty keeps me,preserves me, yet when my labor is done,leaving me unfulfilled, knowing i cannot diminish the ravages of time, for my loved one, where shall i be? This I fear, that when i am done, there shall be nothing here to keep me from following her, to oblivion.
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Friends; Ad Nauseum
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Posted:May 1, 2007 10:01 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 11:11 am
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OK, here we go. It seems lately that several women have seen fit to read me the "friendship speech"even though I had yet to make so much as an advance towards them,this isnt going to cut it.If I havent made so much as a pass at you yet,i feel like theres no call to hear "were just friends" as if you think you can get off the hook that way.you may not! Its up to me to decide if I want a woman or not, then and only then are you entitled to hand me that bullshit.If you were paying attention, you would know it doesnt exempt you from my advances.I have no objections to being friends with a lady,but to slam the door in such a way, completely ruins the mood and spirit of any friendship i may cultivate.And to suggest such a thing, before I make an advance just feels like arrogance, on the ladys part.Want arrogance? I can show you arrogance, if its needed.I use it to protect myself from such foolishness.No one who reads this will be the target of this rant, which is irony in and of itself.But Im layin it out here, so tough.If your married, you are exempt,if you have a steady man, also exempt,Some have a permanent exemption, and others its only temporary, while i wait for you to change your female mind.One person has literally cut my heart to shreds with this speech,I waited long, and longer to tell her how i felt, before i ever had the chance, she went and dissed me in this fashion.She has no idea how this has wounded my heart and spirit, I am what i am,Im not so ugly women run in terror, and im not so handsome women flock to me, social interaction is massively hard for me, as im seriously reserved and shy.Repeatedly being stepped on is causing me to lash out in any direction, try not to make me worse by being so condescending as to suggest im unworthy of your attention.I am perfectly aware of my status, a clown is not the ideal subject for a woman to take as a lover.Im not desirable, in that fashion, but there is more than one dimension to me, as anyone who has taken the time to really know me understands.So far only one person has, and she was rewarded.or cursed, however you look at it. ha ha.(see, there i go again)Ladies, i know that dating and choosing is difficult for all of you, and your bound to develop callouses, just remember how hard it is for SOME men to put themselves out there for a hurting blow, the killing stroke,smashing an ego to bits.Remember the person you diss without thinking first might just be very kind hearted and gentle, in terror of that final word that cuts them to the bone.
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Fight the Good Fight
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Posted:Dec 26, 2006 5:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2010 10:54 pm
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I grow weary of this battle, yet the hard part hasnt even begun.Tired to the marrow of my bones,an aching despondency fills me,rendering me powerless to act.Black depression consumes me, too deep to see through.Friends and family are helpless against it, leaving me to stand upright against the wind, or be snapped like the dry twig underfoot in winters midst.Im no hero,no brave ,shining in the light.Just a frail weakened fool,plugging a cracking dike with my thumb.Alzheimers,Im not nancy reagan,tons of money to throw at the problem,lot of good it did her.One problem at a time they say,deal with seven at once, then tell me that.Bitter helpless rage against the murderers of my father,leaving me to sit and see the decline of my shining pride, my dearest one whom I lay my life on the line for,giving all I can and its never enough.there is no comfort here for me, only sorrow.Etched in stone I stand determined,yet even stone will break, and fall to dust.How shall I endure? I ask the wind, mocking echoes, my reply.Time is not my friend, only a grudging enemy, robbing me of precious moments with my best friend.These things I may accept with a despairing heart,but failing in my duty leaves me gasping for breath,scourging my flesh,flaying my ineptness to the bone.There is no room for a misstep,a falter or a hesitation.I cannot accept mistakes, failures or weakness.There is not time.I despise my weakness, my humanity,my mistakes.I will not let her down,Knowing that I fail even as I try.So very weary of this fight,and Im only halfway through.
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Why I Love Being A Man Part III
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Posted:Dec 5, 2006 4:39 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2006 1:44 pm
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I love being a man,because of women.Hunter, gatherer,stalking the woods in search of the next meal.Being strong,having someone depend on me.Providing.Being in command,having responsibility.Chivalry, Honor,Gathering the wisdom of the ages.Exploring.Adventure.Motivated to be good, kind, generous and strong.Being able to explore the tastes, feel and texture of a woman.Having a penis!!!! Oh yes,the penis, there is nothing like sliding into the warm enveloping embrace of a ladys inner sanctum,The power you feel as she yields to you is among the sweetest things on earth,being gripped in that sweet embrace ,is a hug you feel always, from every lover you ever had, etched and engraved in your memory forever.Fellatio,the surrender of all control as a womans soft mouth begins to warm you into submission,losing control,you can grab their head, hair or ears, you still have no control, relaxing, dropping all pretense of power,it makes men powerless!Personally I love it,for those reasons,and most men do also.And I have found, no matter what the lady looks like, when she has her mouth wrapped around you, she becomes the most beautiful woman on earth. I wish I had a pic of every lover i ever had giving me head,If society didnt consider it some sort of taboo, or "porn", i would insist on it.You think beer makes a woman pretty??? Just let her give you head!!!To be a man wrapped in any kind of womans embrace is heaven.The female orgasm,men strive to enable their lovers to achieve this.(the worthy men)As varied as there are women, this is a goal to achieve beyond any self gratification.The reward you get when you achieve it is worth every effort.Now THERE is power for you.Men will go to work, and tell there friends, "man I left my girl in a melted puddle on the bed last night!"Simultaneous orgasms,that is a mind bending experience, being so in tune with your lover you can both achieve it at the same time, I was fortunate to have a lady that it happened all the time for us. Im told its rare.Women make me glad I'm A Man!!!!....next, Part IV,,,,a controversial piece on why I would be a Woman....stay tuned...
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Part II Why I Wouldnt Want To Be A Woman
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Posted:Nov 22, 2006 11:13 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2010 10:58 pm
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Anal sex!!!! ouch!..Swallowing!!! Yuuuk!!! Hell I wouldnt even be a spitter!!!Men!!!! Do they all have to be fukin jerks??? Periods,I hafta bleed a lot every month????No thanks!! Childbirth,Your telling me THAT hasta come out of my pussy???? No way!! PMS..ummm i gotta retain water and be so bitchy everyone wants to kill me??? Not me!!.Menopause, do i really havta lose my mind when im 55??? Taking care of a man,you better pick up your own shit and do your laundry before I shove my dildo up your ass buddy! Stillettos,Im not breaking my ankles just so some man thinks Im sexy.Makeup,If im not already beautiful, will smearing this shit all over my face make me beautiful? Sexual harrassment, If im working in the office and you harrass me yould better be prepared to eat a 50 pound purse!.Purses,why would I need all this shit?? Being a sex object, yeah I like to fuck, but im also qualified to fly the space shuttle.Being underpaid, what, i work just as hard as any man and only make half the money? Dumb blondes,Jessica Simpson is a millionaire, hmmmm.Being a slut,men can fuck a lot of women and they are players, women fuck a few men and they are sluts???please...The Female orgasm,a poor man has to prep me for an hour then fuck me for 2 before I enjoy it??? Stay tuned for part III Why I Love Bein A Man.....
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Why I Despise Being A Man....Part I
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Posted:Nov 15, 2006 11:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2010 11:00 pm
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Other Men,why are we all jerks???.Lesbians,what do they have we dont have?? Being aggresive,Do I really need to be macho? Why do I have to work so hard just to be rejected? Competition for a womans attention.Most of the time I just wont bother, I hate to engage in a pissing contest just to impress a girl.Shaving my face, hell i hate to even mow the lawn, wont this hair just go away?? Masturbation,men have no toys to play with.Being rejected,It takes a lot of work and confidence to be outgoing and forward,only to be laughed at.you cant imagine how it hurts most of the time.The pressure of pleasing someone in bed,Sometimes im so nervous i cant even get off,Imagine how happy that makes her, as I try and try.The fear of the dreaded, oh hell, i cant get it up.Male pattern baldness,thank god my hair is awesome.Greying hair,gives away my age.Being a provider,hell i cant even take care of myself, much less and a wife.Premature ejaculation, the ultimate compliment to a woman.boy is he a jerk, he didnt last 30 seconds.Size matters,well that depends on where i stick it doesnt it??If a woman enjoys anal, she might not care for a 30 inch cock.Work,why cant I stay home and clean house and you deal with the fucking boss?? Paying the bills,Dont call me, call my boss and bitch him out for not paying me enough money to survive.Repairing things,why cant it just not break in the first friggin place?? Being expected to know what to do,and if I dont, im an idiot.Stay tuned for part II, why i wouldnt want to be a woman either.
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Friends Part III
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Posted:Nov 8, 2006 10:30 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2009 9:22 am
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She was my friend,we met in high school,and my best friend courted her.Soon they were married and we became close friends.She was pretty,had the best chest in the school.We graduated and moved on.I was always hangin with my buddies at their apartment,we had good times,and i adored her from a distance.One christmas,I bought her a giant stuffed animal,and she was so excited it pissed my buddy off.We were inseperable as friends and I never forgot my place.Years went by and trouble developed in paradise.My friend thought she was cheating on him.They divorced,I didnt care,she swore to me she hadnt cheated and I took her side.Time went by and we started going to concerts together.I took her to see Simon and Garfunkel,it was a misty,sort of foggy,barely raining day.We saw The Who,she was wearing my coat as they played "Behind Blue Eyes".My love and admiration for her was endless,however keeping my place had become a habit,I never made a pass,and it seemed she was content with that.Soon, she found someone and they married.Sadness seemed a way of life for me.I still visited her, became friends with her new husband.Still my desire for her grew.We would stay up late into the night,drinking and talking together.If we got carried away on the Crown,she would fold out the couch and i would stay over. One particular evening,when we had been imbibing heavily,her husband staggered off to bed.We stayed up continuing to talk.Soon the wee hours arrived and I felt the need for rest,so she folded out the couch,for me to crash,I waited for her to leave the living room so I could undress and get in bed as was her usual custom,however this time she merely returned to her chair and sat down.Shrugging mentally, and more than a little inebriated I began to slowly undress,pretending to ignore her as she kept a neutral expression on her face, I turned away from her,as I removed my pants so she couldnt see the hot flush of excitement and embarassment on my face.Pants removed I turned to face her as I slowly pulled my shirt overmy head revealing my semi-hard cock thru my underwear.Pretending unconcern,I sat on the edge of the bed to pull off my socks and climbed under the covers.By this time my cock was fully hard, and when she got up to go in the other room, I smoothed the covers over it so it would be more fully visible,and settled back,closing my eyes.Soon she returned and I could hear her turning off the TV and getting ready for bed.I knew she could see my swollen manhood making a ridge in the covers,and I became even harder.As she left the room I sighed mentally to myself,what did I think I was doing? Sleep took me away.The next morning I went home wondering what in hell I was trying to pull,but excited that the evening had been such a turn on.Determined to continue, the next time I went to her apartment I wore my skimpiest sexiest string bikini briefs.The evening went as usual watchin movies,gettin high,and us partying.Soon the hubby staggered off to bed as we stayed up talking,then it was time.She folded out the couch and went to get my blankets and I was so turned on I couldnt even think.Soon she returned with the covers and sat down again.So began my little show,I made sure my ass was hanging half out of my skimpy little briefs as I turned away to remove my pants.Slowly turning to face her I reached to slip off my shirt,my dick swollen and hard as a rock, I didnt dare glance at her as she watched.The briefs were paper thin and I amsure she had what they call "an eyefull". As I slipped into bed I noticed she had brought me only one thin sheet! Sliding under the sheet I began to realize she liked it! She arose to go to the other room,once again I fixed the thin sheet to best show off my extremely rigid member.As she returned I was thinking to myself I had never been so aroused and every breath I took,my heart and cock pulsed with desire.Why was I being so foolish? Her husband asleep in the next room! Desire for her had made me crazy.Pretending to sleep I lay there for what seemed like hours,my erection on display.What was she doing?The thoughts of her watching me drove my cock to an even harder state.I lay there completely aroused and wondering what would have happened as I took my clothes off had I just gone up to her and stood in front of her and slipped my briefs down and pulled her face closer to my swollen cock.I awoke the next morning,her husband having gone to work,she was in the shower. I dressed, cursing my ineptness.She came into the room,Lord the memory......I told her I had to go home,and as I took her in my arms to kiss her goodbye,my cock roared to fully erect life again,holding her in my arms, god she was so vibrant feeling,I pulled her tighter,pressing myself against her.My hands roamed like mad up and down her back.Slowly I released her,looking deeply and hungrily into her sexy eyes.She sat on the edge of the bed and I sat down beside her.Thousands of thoughts all running through my fevered brain at once,this is it,after fourteen years of friendship,the lady I loved most actually wants me!!I glanced at the door,what if he came home for some reason?How can I make mad passionate love to my best friend who was married? He was not the one who was my buddy in high school,I owed him no allegiance,he was only a relatively new friend to me,they had been married for four years so far.I looked into her eyes again,she was just sitting there completely passive and oh so lovely, so I took her by the hand,looked deeply into her eyes and said "I cant do this"..I want you so badly and I love you so much,but I fear to mess up our friendship,and you are married,,I just cant.She smiled at me and my heart just broke,bleeding wounded limping from beat to beat.Somewhere in the distance I heard my brain screaming.."YOU FOOL!!!...YOU FOOL!!"...You want me dont you Vickie? I asked her, she smiled and said "yes".Going even furtherI managed to speak again,,You would have sex with me would'nt you? Again she replied"yes". Somewhere I heard God and the Devil high fiving each other"we will break him yet".Mustering my remaining courage I said to her,"well baby maybe we can do this when we are 42 ..at the time I believe we were 35.Slowly I stood up and gently kissed her goodbye and went home.
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expounding on the thoughts of men and the benefits of friendship
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Posted:Nov 1, 2006 12:04 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2010 11:03 pm
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i have had many friends in my life,and i will have many more, some are close, others far away.Each is dear to me, and all in different ways,but there is a thread that binds them all and men are prone to this.SEX..yup you guessed it,what???you didnt know this is a sex site??hmm...i shall continue now that i have your attention.Yes its true, men want to have sex with their women friends,almost always and continuously we fantasize about what fucking you would be like, married, single, it doesnt matter, we want to screw you till you cant breathe.never doubt, it never question it, its just there.Like it or not, we want to fuck.Be happy, be offended,resistance is futile.I enjoy having friends i can fuck,those i cannot shall wait another day! we never give up and we never give in.Some men just want to please themselves with this urge, but i am not one of those.If you are my friend rest assured i would happily fuck you till you pass out.anything of me you want i will give, just to make you happy.but really, this one isnt about me, just men in general.I am a man and so i know, if you have a male friend and he hasnt fucked you yet, he wants to.some may think its wrong and some may not, we all want to fuck.all day every day.anyone we can, anytime we can.And if we cant we wait patiently.Because you may change your mind one day and give us what we want.
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In Loving Memory...(.I shall not err again)
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Posted:Oct 30, 2006 11:39 am
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2006 9:26 pm
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My heart has rooms that sigh with dust;and ashes in the hearth. They must be cleaned and blown away. By daylights breath. But I cannot essay the task,For even dust to me is dear;For dust and ashes still recall,,My Love Was Here. I know not how to say farewell,When farewell is the word, That stays alone for me to say, Or will be heard.But I cannot speak out that word,Or ever let my loved one go:How can I bear it that these rooms are empty so? I,sit among the dust and hope-That dust will cover me. I stir the ashes in the hearth, though cold they be.I cannot bear to close the door,To seal my loneliness away. While dust and ashes yet remain Of my loves day....My friend has been gone 10 years in 2006 and I mourn still as if it were yesterday,I never told her my passion and love for her,and she left me far behind. she went where i shall follow someday,and tell her i loved her with all my soul,and we shall laugh together again. I have sworn a vow to never let anyone i Love not know it,and im keeping this vow till my days here are done and im with her again. this picture is of her, honor it and you shall honor me..........Bill
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passion
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Posted:Oct 18, 2006 12:42 pm
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2006 11:29 pm
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passion fills my soul,pulsing, throbbing,beating to the rythm of my heart.Desire fills my entire being, leaving me gasping for air,stomach tied in knots,longing for the touch, the whisper, the moan.Need consumes me,breathless wanton,heaving,gasping passion.A haze of red fills my sight,throbs in my temples, pulses thru my veins.Senses thrill with the passion I feel.Mind ablaze in wonder,ears deafened by the cacaphony of the blood pounding through my body,building to a single point of wonder,amazed at things long forgotten.....can you feel it????
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Posted:Oct 16, 2006 7:35 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2006 11:33 am
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sorting things out, lifetime changes,hopes and fears apprehension fills my soul,hopes and dreams, im on a roll.up and down my moodiness grows nothing seems to calm my soul.looking to the future,watching scenes that happen there some are dark and others clear, just when i think i may be wrong, my vision finds another song,is the scene that i see true? or will it fade and leave me blue?How do i know, this future sight, is maybe gift or really blight?
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