Female Pheromones Sweet Smell.....

She single, needy and obviously her pheromones is telling all men she is in need of some TLC “Thick Long Cock”. Its real sad that a female don’t even have to open her  mouth and a man can tell that she has not been in the presence of man for so long, she becomes nervous. You see a woman’s pheromones are just like that of a cat, a skunk, or a dog in heat. The smell is so strong that all the men who walk near her or drive by on the street know that she’s attainable. These pheromones usually are on women who attend worship services of various denominations. Other than church, you got professional women; hell even married women pheromones are fucked up because their husbands are just disinterested, in fulfilling her emotional and physical needs. Sometimes cultural upbringing and religion has a lot to do with that as well. You see “Church Pussy” is real good pussy, because the church women have been taught since their pre-teen years to hold and save their virginity for their husbands. A woman saving herself for husband is scripture but shit, I know some church women would go back in time and fuck their Pastor up telling them that, also the mother of the church pounding that into their spirit every time church doors opened each Sunday. Pheromones of a woman speak to both women and men, now isn’t that some shit that both sexes want some of that hot hole.  This she is so powerful that men and women can be from the same family, and want to Fuck the shit out of cousin Shelly, Uncle mike, grandma is in heat to, don’t get it twisted, yes she still fucking.

You see if you have never smelt the very sexual and passionate essence of a woman’s pheromones, you have not smelt some real mentally metabolic mind altering shit that can fuck you up, just like someone sucking on a “Glass Dick, a.k.a Crack Pipe” for the very first time. The very smell of that “Pussy Secretions” makes me close my eyes just talking about this shit.

Now ya’ll gone make me want to go to church, just to inhale what I have been missing for years. The next time you attend a worship service, or go to a public office building, pay close attention to the body language, and see if you can sense a woman’s pheromones, being active.

This shit applies to men as well……Huh! Men are not excluded a woman can smell, and sense that his Dick is not getting mounted regularly, or his balls played with, nightly, by his bitch and he has not had some real hot aggressive pussy in a long time.

Now close your eyes tilt your head back and inhale!

The Pussy & Dick Syndrome

Her pussy, his dick everybody wants a lick of that clit or that dick that don’t belong to them. It is the nature of the beast to want to get between the sheets with another man or woman. You can be married for years, while shedding tears of sexual disappointments and dysfunction with modern day relationships. You see it does not matter what walk of life you come from but saved, unsaved, Indian, Jewish, Islamic, eastern world, or the western world people want to fuck, have orgies but they just won’t admit it because of their religion or cultural background won’t allow them to be who the fuck they really are. Hell we humans are no different than the animals that walk this earth, they fuck, and control animals just like a man who wants all of the pussies he can stick his dick in. It is no difference then that woman who likes multiple sex partners. When a man has man hoes, he’s a stud, pimp, being a man. When a woman does it she is being a hoe, what the fuck is the difference, NONE. You see I am a different man, like someone said it is better to know, than not know. Sex is not nasty, and people get tired of fucking the same man, woman, bitch, hoe, that nigga they with, they just won’t admit that shit. Women from the north, south, east, or west want a different dicks, hell that shit he got sometime, just won’t scratch that itch no more. You got to keep that shit fresh, or the mind wonders so far, you will lose your husband, your wife from just being stupid. When it comes down to it this world revolves around “PUSSY” it rules this world. If you don’t this PUSSY rule this world, just turn on the news, or pick up a local paper, and read about how many churches have shut the doors because the Pastor could not keep his dick to his self. Also look at your government officials and you wonder why they are having mistresses, or babies out of wedlock, because people won’t be honest with what the fuck is going on. Good wholesome, housewives are fucking the cable man, and the pool man. When a pussy or dick just don’t satisfy you anymore, folks take the shit personal, and be mad at you, but you are doing what is natural. This shit is never personal, it’s about business, and the business is FUCKING and many men and women as you can to satisfy that sexual itch. That itch never goes away, it lays dormant, for a while.

The moral of the “PUSSY & DICK” game is you may be with someone who never steps out of the confines of their relationship, but trust and believe they do think about that shit, and the more they think about what they are not getting, or desire to do, they just won’t ask you to do those things, because they know what the answer is. This applies to both men and women. You see this behavior has nothing to do with how you look, or how you dress. You see a UGLY mother fucker woman or man can take your mate from you. They may not look like much, but they are licking and swallowing, blowing in holes you don’t even want to wash, now isn’t that some shit.

No matter how much money you have, no matter how big your house, or how many cars you own or how long your dick is or how wet and juicy clit and tongue is. It don’t mean shit for that urge to merge jumps up in the man or woman your with.

What the fuck, if you think your boy is lying just sit back and pay close attention, the ride will get real bumpy…..Ask you mate do they desire to some of this shit below:

Men ask your wife or girlfriend would she like…             

You to fuck me and another man                            

You like for me to fuck  you in your ass                

Would you like to choked, and fucked hard                                             

Would you like a dildo in your ass and pussy                             

Would you lick another woman’s ass and pussy while I watch

Baby can I have a girlfriend, just for sex               

Women ask your man if he would like…..

Baby I would like to see me eat another bitch ass

Would you like for me to swallow your CUM

Baby can you CUM in my ass and get spanked

Baby I want to watch and another bitch

Baby can I get double stuffed while you watch me fuck your friend

Ask your mate some real questions, but reassure them to tell the truth and you won’t get mad.

"YS" Young Slut Project Ho Turned Out at 13 Fucks Her Son!

I was raped and tongue fucked by my aunt at the age of 13, I really enjoyed getting my young pussy licked real well before I was ever had dick beating my little tight slut hole. Since then I continue to be more fucked up then I was before, but now after being introduced to some real freaky shit early in life I just can’t get enough pussy and dick. In society a lot of people hear about little white bitches, getting raped at an early age. I am here to tell you I am a young little mentally fucked up bi-racial half black and half Pilipino bitch now isn’t that some shit. It started years ago, both my mother and father was gone all the time, and “The Projects” had a way of breaking the pussy and the dicks of many of the youths in those days. My pussy was always hot, I remember at the tender age of 5 I use to stick small objects up in my Enfamil drinking ass pussy. As I got older I realized that this spirit of perversion was in my blood line, but even after figuring that out it had no change in my mind, and that all I wanted to do was to get fucked real hard in my pussy, my ass and get my clit beat up from the toys I had, oh yeah I was taught how to “Squirt” all over who was doing whatever they wanted to do to my young hot hole. I really did not give a fuck after getting raped. I never told my parents, because they did not give a fuck anyway, SO daddy’s little girl was a “Real Slut”. You know because of my soft brown skin, my pussy stayed real red all the time. By the time I was 20 years old my son was seven, and he and I had so much fun together since we was so close in age, despite what I was doing behind closed doors. At the age of 15 my son was big a strong, he was 6 feet tall, he was built very nice with a size 14 shoe. Yes it is true about the shoe size. My son had a real big, thick, long and un-circumcised dick, that I would be in bed masturbating thinking about my own child, and I could not help myself, but just a thought of his dick made we so fucking wet. I was known as the “YS” a.k.a “Young Slut” I was so far out there I did not care how old, male, female, and I did it all. I would swallow a man’s nut, or if he asked I would lick his wife’s pussy, or let her lick my pussy, while he dry fuck her up her ass, Hell I have even been ganged raped, and enjoyed every bit of it. There had come a time and this “YS” did not have anybody that wanted this hot bi-racial pussy as much as they did in my early years. One day mama’s big, little man, and also my protector would do anything to protect his mother. This particular evening Derrick was in the shower, and when I heard the water turn off, and I know he was leaving the bathroom, so I went in and said oh, baby mama is so sorry for coming in on you, Derrick, said it’s ok mom, as she looked at her own flesh with so much lust, and desire, remember she had seen her son’s dick since he had gotten older, and she wanted it. After she had walked in the restroom, she had ask her son to put some lotion on her back, after she got out of the shower, Derrick , said sure mom. You see She had a plan to take, what she created to bed for her own selfish pleasure. After she took a shower, she went back to her room and she call her son to come in her room and rub some oil on her, but Derrick did not have time to get dressed from his shower, so Derrick and his massive young 15 year old cock , started rubbing oil, all over his mother back, and other parts, to the point she was getting real hot. Derrick started on her back, legs, and feet, then she told her son mama was going to turn over and she wanted him to rub oil all over her big 38 double D’s. Before Derrick had could figure it all out he had rubbed ever inch of his mother body, including her hot round ass, and near her very hot hairy pussy that had started to drip with excitement. Before Derrick knew it, his mother had grabbed the oil, and she began to rub and stroke his dick, like she used to do the many men she had fucked over the years. This “YS” grabbed his dick at the base, and as she stroked it, she begin to suck his dick, and she was able to take that shit to the back of her throat. After that she had licked his ass. Can you imagine how a 15 year old boy felt having his dick sucked so Gould and by his mother. “YS” not only sucked his dick, but she put 2 of her fingers in his ass, as she sucked his 15 year old man size dick at the same time, was just something else to keep his attention, so he would keep satisfying his mother. “YS” said Derrick, he said yes mom, in between him moaning, and breathing real hard, “YS” said Derrick it’s time to Fuck mama, real hard, and real deep, so that she could go to sleep. After getting his dick, sucked and stroked so good, mama had told Derrick to let her put a cock ring on him because she need him to last, and then CUM in mama’s hot hole, Derrick fucking his mother, his mind was fucked up, but he said, at least I fucked my mother, and that was ok in his mind.

You see, “YS” was licked, fucked and violated at an early age, so she had convinced herself it was ok to fuck her son, and continue to pass the spirit of conversion down to the next generation. So the next time you think that fucking your mother, or getting your pussy licked, by a man and a woman, just think what could have pushed this person this far, even though it is some real crazy shit, don’t judge the next bitch until you see yourself looking in the mirror.

Who did you fuck, or suck, you don’t have to tell nobody, it’s your secret, you think, let’s CUM together bitches.

The Cookie A Man's First Taste Was His Mother

 From the womb, men have been destined to taste the “Cookie” for the first time.  A male child has desires for the taste what he does not even know.  That taste is so indescribably awesome, and can take his breath away.  The first taste is so addictive, and once it has been achieved the male child wants, it each time the thought enters his mind.  It is sad but true the first taste was from his own mother. Even if the child was born by cesarean, he was close enough to smell the cookie, what he has never tasted before.  Hormones in all foods that are fed to this male child are impossible for him not to get it.  The mother first eats the hormones in various foods that are passed through the breast during feeding.  The formulas, for children even have the hormones in them, to further increase the mental and physical maturity. Boys as early as 5 years of age, desire sexual satisfaction, and have a natural thirst for this desire that will never leave their hearts, or minds.  The desires, is to constantly attain this taste, is like a Bat needing to feed for what he feels he needs for survival.  The feeding is never enough, the more he gets the more he wants.  One specific feeding ground gets old, and he desires other feeding grounds.  The feeding of these desires turns into breeding.  When the male child turns 9 or 10 years of age the desires intensifies, to the point he begins to do things different.  The difference is he begins to be concerned about his hygiene.  Simple things as taking a bath on a regular basis, and asking one of his parents to purchase cologne. The male child wants to smell good. He knows at his young age that a scent of a male can capture the attention of a woman to further his need to be inside a cookie.  There is a spirit of possessiveness that begins to take place.  The possession is like finding a gold mine, he stakes his claim on a woman, and that he thinks he has the right of passage over her cookie.  Knowing that the cookie is really hers, but in his young warp mind it belongs to him.  In the mind of this preteen he is king over the various cookies he enters.  The cookie owners have said they have no idea that they know what the cookie do to a man. That is so far from the truth, they know. A male child matures in some since of the word, he learns, more about himself, and his body.  His level of understanding about the cookie, and how it makes him feel, has come full circle.  A man’s skills, to invoke the woman’s mind to give him what he needs become second nature.  Various moves while performing various sex acts enhances a man’s ability to get the cookie again, and again.  A man will continue to change his cookie partners, throughout his life.  Over a man’s lifetime, the cat and mouse game for the sake of the cookie, get very interesting.  Sometimes the man and the woman use the power of their organs to attain, material possessions.  Cars, purchased, mortgages paid, personal debts, etc. The only way a woman will ever understand the power of her cookie, is to become a man.  The ethnicity and the external physical make up may have a grave impact on this process of getting some cookie.  Men have desires for different flavors of cat that will make him just explode with excitement.  The flavor or the color of the cookie owner intensifies the orgasmic explosion, of his climactic session of his individual expression, with the giver.  The power of a cookie makes a man creative side comes into play.  A man will desire to use helpful, toys, oils, to help them both boil, with excitement.  Some religious and non religious men have problems with even thinking about going to purchase any such tools.  Even, with suggestions from their wife or girlfriend who would like it.  A woman asking, or hinting does not mean a man can’t handle his business, during an intimate moment?  What it means is she wants more excitement and wants to enhance the moment.  This could also mean she has had someone in the past that could hit the bottom, of her hot canal, and fill up her hot hole all the way up.  A man has to know which situation he fits in.  Couples that may be experiencing sexual frustration can fix that problem for as little as $7.95 cents.  For $7.95 can only fix or enhance what the two of them already have going on at a specific time.  This toy is known as “The Bullet”.   Some men go through life thinking that they can really lick or stick a cookie better than any other man walking.  One thing a man should “NOT” do is to ask a specific cookie giver, is he the best she never had.  Well, I am sorry to tell you that there are men out there that will put a particular man to shame with their skills.  Your wife or girlfriend has run across a man like this in their life time.  Before you she has had a few or many, it really does not matter.  If a man asks that question, he should be ready for the answer.  A lot of times a woman will not save your ego, and she will speak the truth, and “Rip” your heart out right out of its socket.  You’re wife or girlfriend doesn't want to hurt you, but hey you asked. So men, you want to stay away from that question.  Okay, take a walk with me about fixing, or enhancing the cookie session.  Get your girl to lie down and close her eyes on the bed.  Begin kissing her closed eye lids, then taking your fingers, and lightly running your hands on both sides of her neck.  Doing this will definitely make her tingle all over. Change what part of the body you will touch.  Don’t just automatically go to the chest.  While kissing you’re boo passionately, and gently touching her breast with your hands will have her moaning, and squirming for more.  Take out your new toy, you purchased for $7.95 and push the little button on the top, and place it gently on and off of her “Clit”.  At this point during the cookie session, she will begin to grab your “Rod” of ecstasy.  As, the “Clit” continues being stimulated, your partner will get so wet, and may even cum, before you get inside the hot cookie.  Now, come around in front of her, and continue rubbing her “Clit” with one hand.  With the other hand, slowly rubbing the head of your rod, in and around her very wet cat.  When she is at a point of no return, thrust yourself deep inside, back and forth, your wife or girlfriend will cum, back to back, a guaranteed to scream, an breath hard.  Your wife or girlfriend will be so satisfied with the added member to the family.  Men of various backgrounds sometimes have trouble keeping it real about, the cookie and its power.  Sometimes, religion, or man made rules and regulations make some men shut down, and not discuss the desires, or concerns.  The cookie over the years have even made men even commit murder.  Remember a man try’s and stake his claim on something that is not even his.  Also the cookie has even destroyed governments, and city officials. Pastors and elders in the various Christian churches have closed churches.  Souls have been sold to the devil for the sake of the cookie.  A cookie over time has caused family’s pain and turmoil.  A man being married, and his flesh is week, and being faithful does not even enter his thought process anymore.  The reason a man fail is, his communication with his wife stop. To help stop or slow down, cookie seekers is to talk.  If things get board, talk about what you can do to fix it.  

Mind Fuck Who Can Do It Better Men or Women?

Communication between men and women is truly an art of who can “Mind Fuck” who first and the best. The many forms of deceit have not changed but the words of delivery have gotten more effective and distasteful over time.  The game was first presented into existence in the Garden of Eden.  Yeah you guest her name was “Eve”. You know the story man was given instruction, but “Eve’s” began the deceit of convincing man what God said wasn’t anything, but hey Adam was like modern day man.  Pussy and that ass “Eve” had been able to deceive my boy Adam.  The cold thing about the spirit of deception is it will come from a woman who, a man would not think in a million years would do it to him. Over the years, women are so well with deception, that women have been sent to do a man’s job, because statistics have shown that a woman can do it more effectively, and faster. Women with the history of being a “Good Girl” have gotten in on it to, and yes even the saved sisters in the church.  Don’t get me wrong part of the deception is to continue to “Mind Fuck” you, but also to have you to believe yes, I am your wife, your girl friend, and baby I am in your corner, and I will not treat you like the women in your past, ha! You can believe that shit, if you want to.  If you listen really well the deception is in the words, before it is ever put into action.  It is truly sad that it appears that men and women get together; there is always some shit the game from the woman or the man.  Women have made choices to deceive a man, or men even if he is treating her with the upmost respect and care, and doing what I call “The man thing. You know doing what he is supposed to do for his queen, even if her ass is foul, Falkland, fake, you get the point.  Women have been deceiving men so long despite how she feels on the surface, he is just going to be used and abused in the worst way.  Slow deception, or o.k. as a slow “Mind Fuck” which is worst because it has a long lasting effect. The soft caring, or concerned voice she has have made men feel comfort, but little that he knows that the tender responsiveness to heal his last pain will be 10 times worst than what he has experienced because his last abuse was more anger than compassion.  One different is that the angry spirit speaks the truth, and will not hide.  What you see is basically is what you get.  A man over time began to think that this type of behavior is normal, and he will get it confused, if it is love, or what. He really does not know but he stays, and stays.  He began to justify the behavior of his wife or girlfriend, and agree with it, by continuing to stay in the hostile environment.  If you have ever got a chance to sit down with a man who is currently going through this or have gone through it, it is something to listen to.  The manipulator over time gets stronger, because in their sick twisted mind, it becomes a game, of continued mind control over an individual.  Studies show that the reason is to get the power first over the mind, then after that the money and the other, is a cake walk.  The manipulator sometimes is born, and others are developed, and groomed into the position, by choice.  Deception is form of affection with protection is a form of rejection with no expression to guard your heart that will always keep you apart in the dark and even in the morning light.  I can tell you better than I can show you, was inspired by true situations, of many across the world, who has been manipulated.  See if you can, put yourself in the story line.  Pay close attention, your manipulator may not want to read this story, because they will be exposed, of who they really are.  Yes I did call your wife, girlfriend, or significant other a manipulator.  Take a walk with me and see how this story unfolds, and you make the decision for yourself, and evaluate if you are being truly loved, or are you being “Mind Fucked”, in the worst way known to man, now let’s go, don’t talk, just listen, the next time you are talking, check the subject matter, and how it is being delivered, and are you being FUCKED.

Clouded Thoughts Do You Have Them and Can You Change!

Tears have no race, no gender, touch or voice expressions with your own digestion of what or who you was told what really describes your character is just emotional bullshit, handed down by your guardian. Emotional confusion is just an illusion to hide or destroy your existence for what future has in store for you, and who you may become as a man or a woman. If grandmother or grandfather had no idea what the fuck they was doing well how in the fuck would your mother and father would know what, or how to teach you a particular way of life. There is a cycle or life pattern that needs to be changed so we do not remain complacent where a lot of men and women are. Emotionally and genetically if we have a guardian that is genetically and emotionally fucked up then our kids who turn into adults one day, and this cycle of a fucked up generation continue. Sometimes the guardian or parents are sound minded and understand life and attempt to raise the kids correctly, but somewhere there is a reason some are stuck. I work hard daily on getting “Un-Stuck”. Over time people suffer with Mental illness, feelings of suicide, multiple sex partners, or even drugs.

Get un-stuck if you can identify that you are, evaluate the place that you are in, and if your ass have not made any progress, or you are mentally, and financially in the same place, then your ass is stuck in a time warp. No one can fix you, get professional help, or let someone who has a desire to help you, let them do just that. That person can be a man or a woman, they will not say what you want them to say, but is what you need to hear. Some shit you will not understand, but learn to “PROCESS IT”. Change is good, and don’t fear what you need.

Say it…..Yes I Can, Yes I Can, Yes I Can.

Killer With A Smile

As I struggle day and night trying not to fall asleep thinking about what I do in my dreams. My dreams changed from the reality of what I have desire to do while I am fully awake. As these dead sleep humans walk by me looking at me trying to see if fear them but what they can’t see is that I have killed before, and the thirst have never been removed from my thoughts and imagination. You see I’m passive by nature dealing with men, and in my personal relationships with women, but I will “FUCK YOU” up. My favorite choice of weapon of choice is a “Glock”. I remember early, when I killed for the very first time, it felt good, because I was in control. As the laser from my weapon made contact with the upper portion of his shoulder, I am so skilled that I saw the ligaments separate from his arms, and the blood splatter, as it the air, and the wind blew the smell of his blood and his fear down my lungs, I smiled turned around walked away. You see once you get a taste of killing, it’s like pussy, or crack for the very first time you will never forget.

You see I must stop, because you got “Profilers” that try to figure out how a cold and calculated killer with a face and charisma that can blend in at any level I choose. So the next time you make friends, or associate with someone, check them before they kill you.

Signed by “The Perfect Killer”

Split Personality How Many Dwell In You, There Is 3 In Me! "Erotic""Angry Fuck" and "Passive"

The 3 of us share one space in this lonely mental, yet physical place of this mind and body I did not ask for. Early in our existence on the surface, the spirit that took control was calm, yet full of rage and anger, and wanted to kill. There is little difference of who remains in control, or the particular position, but the mission is to not allow no one to understand which one us demonic muthafuckas you will get on any given day of the week. The passive aggressive, yet humble will fuck you up and have no recollection of what we have done. Early on being inside this mortal body was a challenge due to the lack of space we shared. All of us have child like characters, seeking emotional acceptance, and validation. Now isn’t that some shit a spirit that seeks validation, but doesn’t care about what it will do to you if you push one of us too far. We have been able to co-exist, because we have learned to get alone, and still struggle, for position, and the on-going competition of “Ruler”. At the tender age of 5, is when I realized at that time who was in control. Let me introduce you to “Erotic” his ass showed up, and wanted to “Feed” like the “Day Walker” in the “BLADE” trilogy. When I say feed, he had to attempt to get inside of her on the first day of school. Just imagine that on the outside shell was a 5 year old boy but “Erotic” forget that his behavior should be that of a 5 year boy, but he did not give a fuck, he wanted to CUM. Cumming is that acceptance, we talked about, and it makes him feel good, and then his ok, until he has a build up again, before he has to get fulfillment again. Now let me introduce you to this next muthafucka “Erotic” calls “Angry Fuck”, Angry is more twisted than “Erotic” because “Angry” hare dual “Split Personality Disorder”. Angry has continued mood swings, with both, large and small issues that come up. Now close your eyes and imagine “Erotic” and “Angry Fuck” going off at the same time, let me just say we have shared the same space, and it was very nice to share space with him. Now this third spirit is “Passive”, he stays in a place that blends in with “Erotic” and “Angry Fuck”.

When, you meet us, make certain you greet us, and understand us, and do not and try to deceive us, or you will experience all 3 that resides inside of this mortal body. “Erotic”, will continue to seek as much acceptance, and validation, as he can get. “Angry Fuck” will continue with these various mood swings, like being hot and cold, and “Erotic and Angry Fuck” will continue to deal with “Passive” until, we can find another spirit that wants to cohabitate with us.

So the next time you are looking in the mirror, look deep into to the eyes that are looking back at you and see if there is more than one muthafucka, you are dealing with, everyone has more than one spirit dwelling inside, check yours.

Heaven or Hell What Gate Will Open For You

What would you do if you think you have reached heaven’s gate and knocked but the gate did not open? Won’t you wonder “are am actually at the right place (heaven’s gate)?” if there are other gates around or even far away won’t you feel like going to knock at those gates and see if there would open easily for you to enter? Very few people may reach heaven’s gate and enter without knocking because it was already open for them. Some would need to knock once or twice before the gate would open for them. Many turned back because the gate did not open as fast as they expected. Some of them even went to other gates which they did not truly love, and they ended up unhappily. Few people did not only reached the heaven’s gate but they also stood there or even lay down knocking and waiting patiently for it to open, no matter how long it would take, because they are certain it is the gate they dreamt of, desired, and would love to enter.

This is the situation of life because life achievements may seem easy to reach for some people. While it would take much hard work for others to attain their goals, dreams, and sincere heart desires. Truly like God said to Abraham, it has always been, “as far as you can see.” Yet many of us do not know it. Most of those that had to wait at the gate did so because they could see beyond the closed gate. They are the class of people whose life’s achievement and success stories usually inspires others. This situation also concerns our marriages, relationship, professions, dreams, job among others because there are times we would wonder if we are in the right profession, in love with the right person, having the right dreams, and doing the right job. Truly what should matter is if what we do, it is for our own interest and the interest of others, and if we sincerely love what we do be it a job, dream, profession, or person because love is necessary for us to have patience to wait for the change we expect to see when the gate opens.

God said, “My thoughts for you are of good and not of evil to bring you to an expected end.”

Therefore, we can only reach the end we expect if we can patiently hang on in our struggle, no matter how well sealed the gate would look like. But lo!!! Fear not if you should have to wait for a life time or even die waiting at the gate which you truly love and strongly desire to enter. You should be happy for being faithful till the end. Most of the freedom humanity and Nations enjoy today were dreams was that stated by some men.

The reality is that you may think your going to heaven, but if your heart is not “Pure” and your life has not lined up with what God is expected, it’s not going to happen. If you knock on gates, and they don’t open maybe you at the wrong one, so you know Satan got something for you, and you don’t even have to knock.

With My Fingers Wet, Her Hand On My Cock, Forgive Me, I Have Fallen In Sin!

"Would you please rise as we sing hymn number two hundred thirty two," the musical director with his gay ass said to the congregation. The nearly five hundred-member church stood as many turned the pages of their song books. A moment later the director held his arms up and then a joyful sound filled the hall.

Sandra looked up at her father, Jerry, as he sang deeply. His voice was one she never tired of hearing. Singing hymns was her favorite part of services each week because of him. Watching him with adoration as he paid close attention to the director she felt warm in his presence. Returning her gaze to the song book her father held out for her she raised her voice as well.

On the second verse she noticed that her father was no longer singing. Placing her finger in the book, she moved it along to the word that they were on. After a about half a dozen words when he still had not heard his voice she turned to him. Her father was looking down, at her big ass breast, with the nipples coming through her blouse, but not at the book. Following his gaze she looked down at her chest and suddenly understood what had taken his breath away.

Sandra was a full-bodied young teenage woman, as her aunt liked to say. She was what some men called nice and thick. Her hips were full, her bottom wide and her stomach was round. Many of the girls her age were much thinner with very nice figures, so much so that she always felt a certain amount of self consciousness. But she never felt inadequate in the bust department. Her breasts were soft and pillowy. Definitely more than a handful, one boyfriend had remarked.

It was her chest that had captivated her father, of all people, in the middle of a church hymn. The dress she wore was tight about her bosom, as many of her clothes were, but there was a piece of fabric that covered her cleavage to give her the modesty church required. This white cloth that covered the gap between her breasts had fallen forward an inch; just enough so that if someone was looking directly down they could see her tits cradled in the white lace bra.

Sandra felt a blush creep across her face and spread quickly down into her chest where her nipples stiffened and began to ache pleasantly. The fact that her father's ogling had turned her on caused her blush to deepen even more. Surprised by her own reaction Sandra coughed to relieve the tension. Her father patted her on her back, looking down with concern on his face. She nodded that she was okay and then the song ended.

As everyone sat down Sandra grabbed her cardigan sweater off the pew and excused herself to the ladies room. She locked the stall door in the restroom as she set herself down on the toilet. Fanning her face she tried to calm herself but with each passing moment she kept recalling the look of lust on her father's face as he gazed at her body.

Gathering her flowing skirt Sandra tentatively slipped a hand under her dress and had to bite her tongue to suppress a moan finding that her panties were damp. Her other hand quickly rose to her left breast and tweaked her nipple hard through the bra. The wetness between her thighs was growing quickly.

Making a quick decision Sandra pulled the white bra straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms through the loops. She pressed the loose straps between the bra and her skin so they would not swing free. With a grunt she tore the white modesty fabric from the front of her dress and then pulled her bra down so that her nipples were no longer covered by the cups of the brassiere. She reversed the cardigan sweater so that it covered her chest instead of her back and stepped out of the stall.

When Sandra returned to her father the sermon was just beginning. Jerry reached over to pull the song book out of her way as she sat down but he wasn't quick enough and she sat on his hand, pinning it to the seat beneath her soft ass. He gave her an apologetic look and tried to pull his hand free but Sandra reached between them and held his forearm still. She gave him a soft dreamy look and wiggled her bottom.

Shifting her weight slightly Sandra guided her father's hand to turn over so that her ass rested on his palm. His eyes widened as she gyrated a little in his grip and he started to say something to her when he realized she seemed to be paying attention to the sermon. Bewildered by this sudden turn of events he too looked up to the pulpit and tried to listen to the words the preacher spoke.

After a minute he could feel his daughter's weight shift around a little, the pressure of her bottom against his hand encouraging the erection forming in his pants. His fingers flexed to grip her cushiony ass and from the corner of his eye he saw Sandra close her eyes slowly as she sucked in air through parted lips. Her mouth curved in a small smile and he could tell her eyes were rolling back in delight as he continued his furtive groping.

Jerry tried to look about without appearing to do so, gauging whether anyone had noticed that his daughter was sitting on his hand. No one was looking at them with a disapproving stare. Mrs. Jacobsen, an eighty year old grandmother of seven, smiled at him when he turned around to look at the row directly behind. Returning her smile weakly, Jerry faced forward once again.

Sandra leaned into her father. When Jerry looked down at her she held the sweater away from her body and he could clearly see the changes she had made to her dress. It was his turn to suck in air as he beheld the beauty of her cleavage hidden to all but him. Her ivory white skin was on full display and the dark valley formed by her breasts caused him to grip her fleshy cheek tightly.

A light giggle escaped Sandra's lips as she felt her father's reaction, the ache in her chest and the wetness between her thighs growing. Jerry could clearly see the flesh around the tip of her breast crinkle up as the nipple became ever larger. His cock became engorged as he gazed upon the tender flesh of his daughter's womanly body.

"Amen," the congregation said.

Jerry tore his gaze away from his daughter's heaving bosom and tried valiantly to pay attention as his hand kneaded the soft ass pressed onto his hand. Sandra laid her hand upon his thigh as she nuzzled her father's shoulder. The smell of his aftershave was light and hypnotic and she felt herself drifting into a haze as she concentrated on the scent. She could feel his erection just at the edge of her fingertip as it grew down his pant leg. With just a small flex of her finger she could rub the crown of his cock imperceptibly.

Jerry's breathing became softly shallow as his heart raced in his chest. The fear of being caught, in church no less, coupled with the fact that it was his very own daughter made him more aroused than he had ever been. Within moments of her furtive rubbing his cock was at full mast and he could feel wetness upon his upper thigh where pre-cum was leaking.

Sandra was not satisfied though and moved her hand once again, placing it atop his cock completely. She started to make small rubbing motions and Jerry had to cough to cover up the groan he let out. With a terrified look he stared at his daughter whose smoldering eyes betrayed her innocent smile. Sandra's pussy was flooded and she was sure he would feel it as she soaked the seat beneath her. She relished the feel of his manhood underneath her fingers and she squeezed him slowly as she rubbed its length as much as she dared.

For a time Sandra was content to tease her father mercilessly but she was being tortured as well and needed more. Her pussy ached to be touched and she delighted in the wickedness of doing it in this holy place. Removing her hand from her father's lap she began to pick at her full skirt. Twisting slowly she pulled the skirt up and removed her father's hand from under her butt, much to his disappointment. Painstakingly slow she pulled the skirt up higher and higher until it was bunched up against the back of the seat and her panty covered ass was directly against the pew. When at last she was finished she leaned into her father and stared up at him until he brought his ear close to her.

"Put your hand back," she whispered as quietly as she could. When her father nodded she grabbed the loose material tightly in a bunch and then leaned away from him reaching for another song book. As her ass lifted off the seat he pushed his hand underneath the skirt until he felt the warmth of her sex. When Sandra leaned back she had to adjust herself so that she could sit with his hand wedged in the crack of her ass comfortably. At last she settled down, leaning a little forward so as not to be too obvious. Her father's fingers were pressed up against her soaking panties, pressing lightly against the aroused lips of her sex.

Jerry felt her weight settle and he had to bite his lip to keep from wincing aloud. The awkward angle was quite painful and he had to shift lower in the seat to accommodate the strange position. He looked about nervously, still hoping that no one suspected what was happening under their very noses. Flexing his fingers against his daughter's pussy he felt the wetness of her desire. He pressed against her nether lips rhythmically and soon could feel her shifting her weight in time to his movements.

Sandra gripped her father's thigh once again, this time tightly as she rode his hand. She curled just the end of her fingers around the ridge of his cock and palmed it as much as she could without being too obvious. Faking a yawn, she pressed her hand up against her mouth trying to stifle a cry as her father's fingers worked the underwear aside and dipped into her honey soaked pussy.

Jerry listened to the sermon, trying to determine when it was going to end. Glancing at his watch he guessed they had about three minutes left. Knowing that their game was about to conclude he decided to step it up a gear and really give his daughter a ride. Pushing his pinky and ring finger into her pussy as deeply as he could, he stroked her clit with his middle finger. A wicked gleam twinkled in his eyes as Sandra's face immediately froze in a look of muted horror. She tried to plead with him out of the corner of her eyes but she couldn't move to look at him directly.

Sandra's breathing became erratic and her lips trembled as an orgasm approached, though no other outward sign betrayed what was truly happening to her. Twitching slightly she gripped the pew in front of her and tried to remain as still as possible as her father fingered her pussy towards climax. Jerry could smell her now, the flow of her juices was too great and it was only a matter of time before the people around them smelled it too. Filled with lust and desire he abandoned all sense and concentrated on making his daughter cum.

The damn broke and Sandra's whole body tensed as if she were bearing the weight of the world. Her hands turned white with strain as she tried to tear the wooden bench in front of her to pieces as her loins exploded in delirious pleasure. Screwing her eyes shut in concentration she bit down hard and locked her jaw as she tried to remain quiet as the waves of excruciating joy crashed against her.

"So remember," the preacher was concluding, "prayer is not a chore, it's a twenty four hour hotline to God."

"A-MEN!" Sandra shouted loudly with relief, stunning everyone around her.

The preacher did a little jump, startled as well.

"Thank you sister," he said amusedly.

Jerry pulled his hand free immediately and sat up straight. He pressed his fingers together and leaned over with them near his face. He inhaled her scent deeply and felt his throbbing cock threaten to explode. With sheer will he pulled his hands away and looked up to see his daughter settling back against the seat with a dreamy look spread across her face.

As the services concluded Sandra pulled the sweater on properly, buttoning it up all the way to hide her cleavage. She stood and held out her hand to her father. When he took it she pulled him close to her body and walked in front of him to hide his dick.

Man, I was in my father’s house, looking and thinking about my daughter’s blouse, and thinking about her round ass. Ok you mutha fuckas no the story, but don’t tell nobody we fucked later that night, and that pussy was so fucking good.

Don’t judge me, FUCK YOU at least I told the truth, some of you have looked at one of your family members sideways before.

Trailer Park Whore, Fucking Her Dog Duke

Lick Mama Duke

In the trailer park community she lived alone with her rock wilder Duke, but she was very lonely and miserable. She is 45 years of age her face sunken in from smoking crack for many years, but she is clean now. In this trailer park, there were married men and single and they all enjoyed hanging out with Irene, who would always have something good to eat, drink, and she always had on very short pants, and wore low cut blouses. Many of the men have stayed over night, and whoever stayed they got their dicks sucked real good, and she had some good wet juicy trailer park pussy. All the guys in the trailer park would talk about how good Irene pussy was. One day Irene was home and horny and wanted some more dick, but not from the guys in the park. She got so horny she looked at her dog duke, and started rubbing on her very hairy pussy with one hand, and pulling and stroking dukes dick with the other hand. Irene had never done anything like this before, but to her dick was dick, even if that dick came from her dog. This “PWT” a.k.a Poor White Trash pulled the skin back on this dog dick and she started sucking his dick, and she put her finger in his ass, to keep his dick real hard. She learned this trick with some of the many men she had fucked around with over the years. While she was sucking the dogs dick, she was trying to figure out a way to get the dog to eat her pussy, because while sucking the dogs dick, she notice that he was really liking what she was doing to him. You see dogs cum back to back and their dicks swell 4 to 5 times larger than their normal size. Well, how about Irene had remembered her dog loved peanut butter, so she went to the kitchen to get the jar of peanut butter to rub it allover her pussy, trying to get duke to lick that trailer park cat. That shit didn’t work, so she wanted him to fuck her, this bitch has gone to damn far this time, but when a bitch want to get fuck, its like by any means to make that shit happen.

Irene, got on her knees, and tried to get duke to get behind her and start to fuck her just like he would another dog. This bitch had to get that peanut butter smell off her pussy, so she had t get her own pussy wet again, so that duke could sniff, and smell pussy on her just like he would on a dog. After she washed up, and rubbed her pussy, she made herself cum, so hard, she squirted all over the dog’s face. Irene was talking shit to the dog, just like a bitch would to a man. Irene, got on her knees, put dukes paws on her back, this time duke started humping, his dick came out, and he was able to straddle Irene, and when he got in that pussy, he was fucking her hard and deep. Irene was moaning, screaming, and calling dukes name, just like she would a man. Duke came back to back. Duke would CUM, rest, a few seconds, only to start up again.

In the end Duke became her TRUE best friend, she started buying duke steak, and eggs, getting him groomed on a regular basses. Treating her dog like a king, now isn’t that some shit. You mutha fucka’s bet not get know ideas, because the police have jail cells for you freaks, that may want to do a little something extra for you pets.