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.

Gay Pastor His Lesbian Wife Are Heads of Church

Most often when couples attend church today in modern times they look to get spiritually fed. While doing some evangelism one day the local church “Tabernacle of Praise Pentecostal Worship Center” located in Cleveland Ohio was out in our neighborhood doing some evangelism. My wife and I had a very nice conversation with a couple of female members so they invited us out to church. Later that week before we made it to church my wife and I both was thinking that there was something wrong with these women, but we could not put our finger on it. We never talk negative about people, but these ladies were something else. The Sunday morning we arrive it was getting clear to us that this church was more accepting than most churches. In front of the church, men was hanging all over men, some was flaming some was very masculine. My wife noticed the same thing about the women, some them was looking like dudes, and some were very beautiful. We get inside, we both look at each other and say “What The Fuck” have we gotten our self involved in with this want to be Christians. This shit is not normal the entire church was either Gay, Lesbian, Trans-sexual, or other, meaning a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Hell the man that stood up to do the praise and worship had a “Fucking Skirt” on with a thong on. His little sweet ass was song about 3 songs, but by the time he was finished with the 3^rd song he was filled with something, but is was definitely not “The Holy Ghost”. My wife and I had never in all of our years of going to church seen no shit like this. Now after this “Brother” finished his praise and worship, and after he said “Ushering The Spirit of God” in this place, I just bowed my head shaking it, and mumbling, O’Lawd” in my Bernie Mac voice, his ass “Ushered In” some bad spirits, more than what was already in there. The message on this day was entitled “Accept Your Unique Life”. In the end instead of my wife had a conversation, and we understand that this church was formed to help the transgender men and women function in modern society. Old ways in the old days are just like modern times, “The Jury” is still out on how so call Christian’s treat people with unique lifestyles.

Yes, the Bible speaks against homosexuality, just like it talks about other sins also. I feel we must continue to pray for this world as a hold, and never stop. If God would treat us like “Mankind” we all would be in a bad place. The next time you some of these unbalanced folks put there mouth on someone with “An Issue” they should look deep inside themselves and pray for themselves to think differently about judging their fellow man.

Thirsty Thoughts and Confessions

His desires, Her wants are the same yet different in many ways. He desires to have his girl with another girl, but also to watch her take it deep while on her knees and her ass up and her face in the sheets, while watching her moan from another mans dick deep inside her hot hole.  Its not normal by no means to others around him, but in his mind he is really convinced he wants to experience this thirsty side of his sinful thoughts. No one suspects this type of behavior from him because on the outside he is the perfect gentleman, but deep in his mind his freakish ways cloud the walls of his mind. Her wants are similar to his but, only because she wants to please her husband but without that other extra shit.  You see the old saying is if you don’t take care of what you have at home another man or woman will fulfill every erotic desire of whom you are with. Couples get so side tracked with other things in their relationship that have some importance but mostly is not really. Husbands generally are the first to loose their sexual appetite for their wife, but instead of sharing that they are not interested anymore, a man will generally will seek another woman to have non-emotional sex with. What’s really deep some wives and girlfriends feel the same way but they to will allow themselves to be filled with lies only to fill their desire to have a man to want them, to desire them in some fashion because of their husband rejection. 

The thirst that many men and women have is so taboo, that there is not to many couples who can freely, and openly talk about what’s really in their hearts about that thirst that always wants to be quenched

Are you thirsty can you share your truths with your spouse, are you afraid of his or her response for you speaking about your desires.

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.

"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?

Unspoken Emotions, The Essence of Passion!

As I awake each day with you deep in my heart and mind, I wonder do you think of me as I think of thee.  My unspoken emotions keep me at times when I think about you, and your goodness. Your goodness does not push this, longing for our desire to spend more time with one another. As I come to your home it feels like I already belong, to a place that is so full of grace and compassion that is everlasting. It is so wonderful to have this feeling about someone who you know you can trust, and will not judge you. I have that special something with you, even though I have to keep you it my heart, and never tell a soul. It seems like you’re ready, and your body is calling and yearning for me. You feel so good, just like I knew you would. As I walk in the room, and I began to undress, I look into your eyes that are waiting to connect with mine. I start to inhale that angelic aroma that illuminates from your heavenly body, waiting for me to touch in a place where it counts. As I lay back waiting for you, and a reflection of your body flickering, like a candle in the wind. As you stop alone the way to pleasure me in way that is just so indescribable, it makes me grab the sheets, thinking of what is coming next. I welcome any and everything you do to me, because you know what I like, and how I wanted, nice and slow. As you travel closer to my upper body, tasting and licking the fluids that is coming out of my body catching every drop on the tip of your hot tongue. Sometime in the night as your body is next to mines, your back to me as I rub your back and your body begins’ to move as acceptance to my touch that you long for so much. I ask you to close your eyes and let me have my way with you to do as I please. You trust me so much you do not deny me access to unlock the doors of exotic and erotic desires of your heart, ass and your hot wet Pussy. As you climb on top of me, watching my every move, you can’t wait as I take my magic wand and begin to tap on the external doors that lead into the deepest cavern of your extremely hot body. As your hot pussy drip with ecstasy anticipating the insertion of this smooth black anaconda, pounding you so hard, in such a way you are not even sure how to breathe. Your eyes let me know how I truly make you feel. Your pussy talks to my dick each time you come up and slide back down. Fast, or slow all you need to know is that my only desire is to make certain that when I am done you will have had “The Yang” experience. I make love how I write, I write a story, that makes you want to read all of the pages until you are done. Just like when I make love to you, I will give you this hot black smooth stick. After I hear you scream my name to the top of your lungs, telling me how well I fuck you, and baring down harder making that pussy hit the bottom of the dick, your pussy just gushing with excitement. As you ride I take my right hand and glide my index finger over your hot hole, to get that scent of sex on my finger to smell what my dick is getting. I love how your sex smells while I am in you deep and strong, I get off on it when I can smell your hot hole. What really gets me off when you want to smell it with me?  After we have made such sweet love I am already anticipating the next time, and the next time. Carrying you around with your body chemistry all over me reminds what I have experienced just a short while ago. I want to expose you the things you have never thought of experiencing with a man such as me. I want to not only to donate my lions and emotions but I want to make a deposit of goodness to you each time I talk with you and spend time with you. Please never stop being who you are and what you do, because I never want to wake up out of this dream that seems so real to me.

Until I can "Endow" you again, take what we have shared, and let it last until we reunite in the place of inevitability, of un-spoken passion that should be forgiven, among the living. My touch and voice expressions.