Understanding My Flesh

At the young tender age of 5 she introduced herself to me. The invitation was sent from hell, and it was sent to me as a comforter like Jesus was to Christians of the world. The demon was given instructions to comfort me like my mother.  This that dwells within me is destroying me from the inside out. I’m too familiar with want it wants to do with me and to me. I pray daily for peace within my spirit, but as I pray it causes me to thirst for what I see, and for the things I can’t see. Can you imagine that at the young age of 5 they walk with me, they talk with me, and even control me, as they move me to act out what I can’t prove to no man. The only ones who really know what I am and who I am despite the gifts have to know and have a clear understanding of this demon.  You see your spirit is like my spirit yet un-manifested. Each relationship I have had I make every attempt to introduce or explain my demons and my pain. On the surface I may appear as a typical oversexed middle age man who has been suffering for over 4 decades.  I am a prime example of an entity that cohabitates with the confines of the supernatural below this earth and above the ground. There is known and un-known knowledge of humans like me exist, or should I say not to many are open to share what dwells in the mind of a sexual being. If you are not in touch with your sexuality or know what dwells beneath your carnal surface, your will remain in the dark of understanding the external you, and the spiritual or demonic you. 

To know me is to understand me, to understand me is to know the various sides of my many dimensions of my intellect, my level of sex, and the forces I carry or I allow you to see as part of who I really am. If the mortals of this universe could spend the day viewing what I experience through my eyes, as I begin to secrete ecstasy from my loins and each one that I see in person, or in print causes my mind pause for me to breath deep as I imagine her naked and ready and have no clue that its about to go down. The skin tone from Brazilian to South African I want it all.  The thirst does not mean that the one who I have chosen to be the wife is lacking, but I want to include the wife and the spirit together.  The expectation, and the outcome, will never manifest but in my dreams they are all options because I control the outcome.

I ask my wife to pray for her husband. She is unaware and clueless how deep these demons summons her husband’s flesh daily. Explaining the forbidden union of spirit and flesh is truly inconceivable to those who can’t understand how strong the demonic forces are deep imbedded in her husband and friend.  To fully understand and accept it may never happen but yet it exists among our modern times.

The next time you look into the eyes of man like me, be aware and pay close attention to the spirit I could transfer to you if you desire to taste this from all who dwells in this carnal demonic host I call a man.

Be careful and cautious, I’m seeking to use you as a host to further my destruction.

Forbidden Fruit of Mother Who's A Whore

Justine gave birth to him,  even though she was whore and a slut from a bloodline of harlots.  She nurtured him and gave him anything he wanted as a child. As he reached his teenage years she took notice that he was very muscular in stature, and very handsome as told to her from her mother, about the men from their bloodline. He loved and protected his mother, just like a husband would, even though he was her bastard son. This type of union they had was so unique but common in this part of the country that they had to keep it a secret, just like her mother did with her 3 brothers, and before fucking and sucking them, and having their sons. You see these families kept a pure bloodline, so they would keep this incest going generation after generation. So when they would go out in public, they would try and make every attempt to look and act like mother and grown sons. Justine was so infatuated with her own son she could not get enough of his dick. Justine would fuck her son at least 5 times a day, and each time she would have him cum inside his mommies’ lil tight middle age hole, also each time they had sex he would also have to cum in her mouth to help satisfy her erotic ass. Justine, not only fucked her son, but she also fucked her dad, yes her son was her dad’s child.

So the very next time you meet someone you want to fuck, date, or play with make certain that when it comes to fucking that you will only be fucking them, and not their mother, or father. Justine, continues to fuck her son, day and night, hell she has even started fucking the other family members, because she could not get enough dick from her own son.

I could not fuck my mother but what I do understand is the spirit that dwells inside you must be acted out on someone who is willing in the bloodline of whores, who desire their sons and daughters all the fucking time.

So if it is tradition would you fuck your mother, or father, grandfather. You say no now, but in the end you may not just give fuck, who you CUM in and on.

Now go bust that NUT on your mothers and fathers, pussy or dick, it may not be bad. You know you thought about fucking your mother or riding your father's dick.

Fuck you, then.....

Hot Bloody Pussy of a Young Hoe

The body temperature of a female changes a few days before her period, also during her period, and days after her period. It doesn’t matter even if the female is having her period even at the young tender age 9. If I had not seen it for my own eyes and I had observed the behavior of this young female hoe in training. I remember how she was so fucking horny; all she wanted to do was to fuck. She did not care who’s dick she put in her young hot pussy, all I remember was she wanted, and she was looking for a victim, even if that victim was in her own bloodline.  This is so taboo and women and families don’t want to talk about this shit but it was real to me then, just as it is real to others around the country that have experienced the behavior. Ladies from various cultures know that there is truth in what they go through and how hot they can really get. One day when we arrive at my uncle’s house this young hot family member was looking sideways at my brother and I. We both remembered that our cousin was young, hot, beautiful and she wanted to fuck. Hell we both remembered how big her tits, and ass was and she expressed that she was on her period and she wanted to fuck, her pussy was hot. At nine she said she could get pregnant and have a baby.  Now just like some or your family when you was coming up as kids when you want to fuck and you was horny you really don’t give a fuck when you want some dick or pussy, from any person who would give it to you.

This particular day, I remember it was hot outside, and it was hot in uncle’s house. The element, of pussy pheromones was strong that day. This little bitch was so hot uncle had put us on notice about his own child, and he did not want us to alone with her.  You know it is nothing but a real spirit, for a child to be so sexual, at such a young age, was nothing but the devil, and the devil had taken possession of our young, and what we thought was our cousin. It was our cousin on the outside, flesh and blood, but the demonic possession was definitely real, and when you think about it really, it is the spirit that wanted to fuck, but coming through a little precious Angel. I can close my eyes and remember how sweet that smell was, coming from our cousin’s hot hole. That was my first real encounter with the spirit world at such a young age. That day, that day was so fucking crazy.

Disabled Adults Orgy Everybody Fucking

 Located on the sixth floor of the hospital was the “Adults with Disabilities”.  There were 3 women and 3 men with various disabilities. One man was an above knee amputee. One woman was mildly retarded. Another man had MS, with Mental illness where he would see shit that wasn’t there. Carmon had oversized tits, partially paralyzed on her right side. Tommy had an enlarged penis, and he also was an amputee with his left arm removed. Trish hell she was in that room with us but we could not figure out what the fuck her problem was.

One thing these disabled motherfucka’s had in common prior to them all becoming disabled in one form or the other was the fact that they all had did porn before in their carrier’s. Well remember now, despite them being disabled, some could talk, some could not, some could walk some could not. Then we had some like Trish was just there, but they all knew that she was fucked up to.  One evening after we all had our therapy, we all were in the television room, it was dark, and the only light in the room was from the TV.  Law and Order had just went off, I looked over at Tommy and all I saw was the covers moving while he sat in his wheel chair, this nasty muthatfucka was over there beating his meat, he moaning and shit. The retarded chick she was rocking back n forth watching Tommy, Tommy looking at Carmon tits, smiling. Still in the corner Trish just looking, and sitting real still.

This shit went on for about a week, then it happen, you hear all 6 of these dysfunctional disabled retarded limb less fucks started having the most illicit orgy known to man. The nurses herd all the noises coming from the disabled room and when they got there, just before they opened the door they could smell the sex in the air. They opened the door and instead of helping or stopping these men and women they laughed at what they saw.  This shit isn’t funny because disabled muthafuckas want to fuck, masturbate, and any other freaky thing that able bodied people do.

So the next time you are visiting the hospital, or sitting in church, or even at the grocery store, if you see a person with special needs, they can do the same shit you can do, they just look funny.

Women Who Love Men Behind Bars

"BITCH COME SEE"
 OH YEAH I LOVE YOU!

"WE ARE IN LOVE, 
SO DON'T JUDGE ME"

HE SAID HE LOVE ME!

There are many men Incarcerated for various reasons with various lengths of time to serve. Most of these men are married, separated, shacking up, dating, etc. It’s sad but true a lot of these women are faithful to these “BadBoys” of the world while these men are on the streets. It’s an individualized decision to be with a man, or men who choose to make their living by hustling. The women who choose a man that is penitentiary bound come from good homes, with great backgrounds, religious, financially stable, yet their self-esteem is located, underneath their shoes. Let’s analyze who she is really, some are very attractive, some young, some old. These women from various ethnic diverse cultures all need “A MAN” in their life is one of the reasons, they fall in love with these “Mind Manipulating Men”. When a man gets “A Sentence” his family does the time with him and it “Emotionally Slowly Destroys” the family. Is there fascination with the incarceration?  Or is it loneliness? A man behind bars has nothing but time, but hell women are running to the prisons, every weekend, taking packages, putting money on the books, some even attempt to sneak drugs in for them, knowing that shit is a felony. You what’s really something that this effort to be with a man who according to that judge who gave them life, don’t mean shit to that woman who, in her mind is faithful.

Over time the Pussy is only getting wet by her fingers, or by one of his boys who always had an eye for his man’s girl. In the beginning when her man gets all this time, she can fight off the dogs trying to get that cat, but after a while she gives in because that Pussy be screaming for a scratching. That muthfucka will get so wet it just drips. There is no formula to why a woman, will stay faithful to a lifer, or why she would begin to be a “PEN PAL” oh! I mean a “DUMB Bitch”, yes I said that shit. Out of the entire dick in this world these emotionally broke woman, just settle, and deny their own existence, to continue living, just to have a man. You know women know the shit is just wrong, because some are too embarrassed to say “They Are In Love With A Man In jail. If that’s what she is about let her be about that life she love so much to be with this man.

In the end we all have “Choices” but we also have to learn to live with what we choose. If you know of a woman, young or old who is in love with a man behind bars, let her love him.

OH! YEAH MY BITCH WILL KEEP COMING TO SEE ME EACH WEEK, THATS WHY IM SMILING I'M RUNNING UP HER PHONE BILL RIGHT NOW, I GET RESPECT EVEN IN JAIL

If I made any of you mad with this post I really don’t give a fuck, just come on back and read the next story.

"Vagional and Body Secretions of the East"

"Vaginal and Body Secretions of the East", my thoughts often turn to how fine the women are and how they smell. And then I don't feel like eating dinner, what the hell.  In my day I've smelled fishy cunts, skunky cunts, yeasty cunts, pissy cunts, sweaty cunts...too many cunts, probably. I've inhaled membrane-withering lungfuls of toxic twatfumes from vaginas that looked like rats dipped in Vaseline. I've borne witness to a stomach-pumping surfeit of swollen, bloody, scabby, mucus-spewing snatches. Too much oozing, malodorous cunt caviar, too many hairy hornet's nests of chickstink. And yet the self-appointed voices of reason assure me that "once you get past the smell, you've got it licked." How the fuck do you get past the smell?

Although the estrus-crazed arbiters of politeness would have us believe it's only a misogynistic myth, the existence of rank-smelling females seems to be a staple of all cultures' folklore. Most world religions-and rightly so-espouse some notion of women as "unclean." When angered, a foul-mouthed Chinaman is likely to yelp, "Tiu nia ma chow hai!" ("Fuck your mom's smelly cunt!") at anyone within earshot of his eggroll stand. Reflecting the same sort of vaginal ageism, the French have observed, "Les conasses des femmes âgeé avez une odeur mauvaise." ("Old ladies' cunts stink.")

And though it's not considered polite conversation amid mixed company, most of us are aware of the distasteful folkloric scuttlebutt surrounding repugnant vaginal aromas.  As a child, you most likely heard the cruel schoolyard jibes about "hot tuna." You've probably also groaned at the juvenile proverb which states that there are two things in this world that smell like fish, one of them being fish. You may have even encountered the puerile poem about the "seven wise men" who created the vagina: "Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell/He threw in a fish and gave it a smell." Even pudendal pseudonyms such as "the bearded oyster" hint at some level of olfactory displeasure.

From what I've been told, some men actually like the smell. Some men enjoy watching their corn-kerneled shit swirl down the toilet, too.  Some men like having their scrotal sacs nailed to sheetrock-what's your point? Ooh, that smell. The first thing you're likely to sniff in this wretched life is a deep, sobbing lungful of your mother's afterbirth, yet that memory is usually too distant and traumatic to ever have a hope of salvaging.  But after one passes the Age of Reason, you aren't likely to forget the full-frontal face-slap of a rancid pussy, even after extensive psychotherapy. And, if you're like me, your first indelible whiff of it came via an older friend's manual digit in the eternal tradition of "Hey, man, smell my finger." Now isn’t that some stinky shit.

But perhaps the worst pussy I ever had the displeasure of smelling was attached to an alarmingly overweight woman of  South central, extraction with whom I shacked up during a period when my self-esteem was dangerously low. Once you got past the rolls and rolls of stretchmarked hog fat, there lay her bedraggled pussy, crowned with a sparse reddish thorn bush. Her cunt looked like a fat slice of ham swimming in white gravy. Her crotch was a boiling fumarole of noxious emissions, a stinking puddle of snatch-slop. Her discharges were colored a sickly silver, with the gloppy consistency of herring sauce. The smells which emerged from between her bloated, floppy legs ranged from rotted onion to burnt crab to odors which were so fetid, I must force myself to stop thinking of them lest I scream.  But I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea.  It's not my intent to have you believe that ALL women stink.  No, I've encountered clean cunts before. In fact, I'm married to one.

Almost a decade ago, the skanky pussies disappeared into my nightmares like the cheap R Rated-movie monsters they were. I met a woman of Hebraic ancestry whose nether regions bore no stomach-souring smells. I promptly wed her. Ten years of fish-free connubial bliss. Our secret to a successful marriage? No vaginal odor. Her cunt smells about the same as my wrist-not at all. She was born with the Unscented brand of pussy. The li'l Jewgirl's got good bacteria. I'm blessed.

But, being the civic-minded feller I am, I started to worry about the other pussies-the less-fortunate ones. What about them? Why do some gals stink, while others remain odor--free--free, indeed, to laugh, to love, to cuddle?

I'm a man who sees a problem with Pussies across America--a man who wants to fix the issues with women’s for the many men they will share their lil beavers with over their lifetime.  My purpose isn't to offend the few clean-smelling women out there with the crude suggestion that EVERY vagina in the USA gushes with foul, gelatinous, swordfishlike discharges.

Only far too many of them,  I do feel, way down in my nose hairs, that this country faces a Cunt Crisis: Our streets are littered with good girls-honest girls-walking around smelling like octopii. Vaginal odor ruins romance and fosters much distrust between the sexes. Few things dampen an amorous male's affection more than the rank, odiferous stench of a woman who has degraded herself through poor hygienic practices. Many bright, well-meaning gals have seen their love lives dashed to pieces because their genitals' pungency suggested unhealthful habits and debauchery. Can these women be saved? Sure, but first they must be scrubbed. And disinfected. And schooled in methods of blunting their natural offensiveness.

To understand vaginal odor, you must first understand the vagina itself. The foul truth is that every woman carries a potential stink-bomb between her legs. 

Now check your Pussy if you smell it then you should think why do I stink?

Drip Drip Drip

Every day there is a man or a woman that thinks about getting pissed on, even if they won’t admit it. It’s better to be “Pissed On” than “Pissed Off”.  Some even have desires for someone to Pee in their mouth, their chest or any place on your body that will get you off.  Oh, Ok if you are getting sick, and grossed out then this site is not for you. Your ass was warned before you got this far, so if you are offended log “The Fuck” of this blog, because we talk dirty on this bitch. Now, I had to that shit off my chest, now let me get back to this story. You see the problem is men and women are restricted by what others think about them and how they will react. When you learn not to give a fuck, then you can be ok. Only in United States, Sex or some Tabu stuff is just not of the norm, but I beg to differ. If you think I’m not telling you the truth, the “Key Words” my readers type in to get to this Blog, would make you think, oh ok “Yang” isn’t that bad. Ok, how do you want it? In the Shower, on the Bed, in your face, or how about him or her just Enjoy the warmth Golden Stream of the unknown, just get the Pee.

You may want the Pee on you, or you may want to do the Pee Pee on your significant other. Never Judge, fear the unknown, let your inhibitions run free. Now if you are approached by your mate, get ready, because there is something they want to do.