DATING: DICK WHIPPED ISN'T LOVE OR EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT. DICK AND PUSSY IS HELLAVA OF A DRUG

I have a friend who is addicted to her ex boyfriend dick.  Beside being in a sick love relaitonship.She was cock whipped. Let me define: She want his cock, his cock only, and  want it all the time. Addiction is quite possibly the most accurate way to define whipped.  Dick-whipped is making excuses for all of your man's naughty behavior. Dick is capable of making a chick go against her instincts and trust that the man she’s fucking will change his ways. Dick will make you turn a deaf ear to friends and family's advice.

Well here’s a wake-up call to any and all of you chicks that think you can make a man change his cheating ways. You cannot! I don’t care if you fuck and suck him 365 days a year! You cannot fuck him into change! You cannot give him a baby to make him change! You cannot give him all of your money to make him change—doff!—you cannot give him your very life to make him change!

The problem is that every woman have convinced herself that her pussy is top-notch and no other woman can compete with the way you fuck him. You hear the way he cums and think, “I got this man! He loves my pussy!” You have no frame of reference for how the next woman puts it down between the sheets, so you blindly let your ego convince you that indeed, you’re the best fuck he’s ever had.

Men DO NOT equate sex with love as women do. Sex and love are two mutually exclusive thingys! Most women, by the time they decide to open their legs--has some feeling for a man. Conversely, a man doesn't have to give a shit about you to stick his dick in you and yes, men will lie in the heat of passion and say, "I love you!" Take it from me- a man who's had his share of pussy. A man knows right away whether the woman he's fucking is girlfriend/relationship/marriage material from the first fuck. Too many women get dick-whipped because the man is giving them a lil' dick here and there and they interpret that as "love." Wrong!

You might have a rude awakening when you see another woman doing some gymnastics on your man’s dick that you could never do! You might have a reality check when that woman licks balls, ass and swallows your man’s cum and you are repulsed by those things! Never underestimate the next woman’s fuck-game—I don’t care how ugly you think she is or how fat she might be! That’s your biggest problem—underestimating the other woman! Your fucking EGO!

Some say it ain’t the dick. It’s an “emotional attachment.” Indeed, you are emotionally attached to that person, but it is from countless hours of being made love to—from being fucked into a state of emotional attachment—from having a man fuck you into submission, while whispering sweet-nothings in your ear! Indeed, you become “emotionally attached!" I have never known a woman who was "emotionally attached" to a man in a platonic relationship. Sex makes that shit emotional!

Hey Ladies! "If you lay down with dogs you’ll get up with fleas!" In other words, what kinda man are you dating? Is he the nerdy type with a college degree looking to raise a family? Or is he an unrepentant bad-boy who's has two kids he never told you about...give you lies about getting married to you and never kept any of his promieses....... up looking like your father's worst nightmare? This is who you brought home to daddy? SMH!

What’s the remedy for someone sprung on that dick? She might try to sleep with someone else but  then she feel that she is cheating on him or that guy isn't as passionate in bed as her ex was. 

 It might take the dick-whipped to catch her man with another woman. It might take the dick-whipped to contract a sexually transmitted disease (and maybe one she can NEVER get rid of!). It might take the dick-whipped to get a text that he is leaving the state. It might take the dick-whipped to see her man’s newborn child from the side chick (again, maybe you’re the side chick feigning like you’re his #1?). Alas! It might take the dick-whipped to endure an ass-whipping by the man she loves to make the light of reasoning go off in her head.

All we can do is watch and listen. Out of love, we judge, because we can see what they can’t. We don’t want them to suffer heartache, but we recognize that erry’body’s grown up in here. The best thing we can do is not buy into their madness when they make proclamations of “I’m done” only to see them eat their words a day later. When you see them venting and complain, start your timers. They will recant their words in 5, 4, 3, 2…

If you’ve been this person, surely you can understand. I understand! I’ve been pussy whipped and because of that, I can, for a certainty say that “Dick (and pussy) is a hellava drug!”

ARTICLE: Jeff Bezos’ $100 billion: The case for expropriation BY Eric London

 

After a Black Friday surge in Amazon’s stock value, CEO Jeff Bezos’ wealth surpassed the $100 billion mark, making him over $10 billion dollars richer than the world’s second wealthiest man, Microsoft CEO Bill Gates.

The rise of the $100 billion man is a further milestone in the unprecedented growth of social inequality worldwide. Bezos’ wealth would make the robber barons of the 19th century green with envy.

In November, the Institute for Policy Studies found the three wealthiest billionaires owned as much as the poorest half of the United States. Thanks to Bezos, this study is already out of date, because the billionaire increased his wealth by roughly $20 billion since its publication. Worldwide, the five richest billionaires own as much wealth as half the world’s population, some 3.5 billion people.
Bezos acquired his wealth through the exploitation of his 300,000-strong international workforce. Amazon workers make as little as $233 per month in India, to an average of just $12.40 an hour in the United States. Workers toil for long hours with minimal safety protections, very limited benefits, and often in temporary or “flex” positions. In September, when 59-year-old Phillip Terry was crushed by a forklift at an Amazon facility near Indianapolis, the Department of Labor said the company might be forced to pay $28,000 in fines. Bezos makes this much each minute, more than his US employees make in a full year.

The company demands tribute from governments worldwide, requiring billions in tax breaks and free handouts in exchange for building its warehouses. Amazon is bringing back the “company town” of the late 19th century. It has forced over 200 American cities into a bidding war to lure the company’s second headquarters with massive handouts. Chicago, for example, offered Amazon a $2.25 billion “incentive package,” while Stonecrest, Georgia’s city council voted to change its name to “Amazon” and appoint Bezos as “mayor for life” if the company grants them the second headquarters.
Bezos has transformed his corporation into a semi-official organ of the US military-intelligence apparatus. Just this month, Amazon and the CIA announced the launching of a new “Secret Region” cloud system where the company will host data for the CIA, NSA, Defense Department, and other military-intelligence agencies.

A CIA spokesmen recently called the 2013 $600 million deal between Amazon and the government “the best decision we ever made.” Earlier in November, the Senate approved a $700 billion defense spending bill that included an “e-commerce portal” amendment guaranteeing that Amazon will supply the military-intelligence apparatus with computers, chairs and other office supplies.
The $100 billion man has wielded his wealth to curry tremendous influence in the halls of power. Amazon has spent over $9.6 million lobbying the federal government this year. Bezos has used the pages of the Washington Post, which he bought in 2013, to advance the Democratic Party’s agenda. The Post, under Bezos’ direction, has been a foremost advocate of the campaign against Russia, publishing in November 2016 the “PropOrNot” list, a false compilation of alleged “Russian propaganda” news agencies that included left-wing news web sites.

While Bezos accumulates a personal fortune by colluding with the military-intelligence agencies, the material needs of growing numbers of people are going unmet.

The UN estimates that it would cost $30 billion to solve world hunger by providing 862 million people with food for a year. The World Health Organization claims just $11 billion is needed to halve the number of people without access to clean water. Another UN study found that $26 billion would provide education to every child that does not receive one .

The Guttmacher Institute estimates that with $13 billion, free maternal and prenatal care could be provided for every mother in the developing world. It would cost $11 billion to house each of the 150,000 people who are homeless on a given night in the US. The cost of preventing 4 million malaria deaths would be $6 billion each year.

The total cost for these essential changes would be roughly $97 billion.
The accumulation of such immense wealth is proof that the conditions for the socialist transformation of the world are pregnant in the present situation.

In 1880, Friedrich Engels wrote in Socialism: Utopian and Scientific that for socialists, the abolition of classes is not a utopian dream. Rather, it “presupposes, therefore, the development of production carried out to a degree at which appropriation of the means of production and of the products, and, with this, of political domination…by a particular class of society, has become not only superfluous but economically, politically, intellectually, a hindrance to development.”

Engels continued: “The socialized appropriation of the means of production does away, not only with the present artificial restrictions upon production, but also with the positive waste and devastation of productive forces and products that are at the present time the inevitable concomitants of production, and that reach their height in the crises. Further, it sets free for the community at large a mass of means of production and of products, by doing away with the senseless extravagance of the ruling classes of today, and their political representatives. The possibility of securing for every member of society, by means of socialized production, an existence not only fully sufficient materially, and becoming day-by-day more full, but an existence guaranteeing to all the free development and exercise of their physical and mental faculties—this possibility is now, for the first time, here, but it is here.”

Even more so today. The technological advances of the past quarter century and the international integration of the world economy have become weapons in the hands of massive corporations that control the world and its governments. On the one hand, the private ownership of these corporations facilitates the concentration of wealth. On the other hand, the contradiction between the global character of the world economy and the nation-state system is everywhere erupting in the form of war, dictatorship, and the expulsion of tens of millions of refugees from their homes.

The Socialist Equality Party demands that the major corporations be placed under international social control to be organized democratically by the workers themselves to meet the needs of society.
The vast wealth of the financial oligarchy, expressed in their ownership of massive corporations, must be seized and expropriated, while the complex technologies, supply chains, and advanced transportation systems must be integrated in an organized, planned manner to harness the anarchic force of the world economy and eliminate material scarcity.

Amazon is a prime example. Its supply lines and delivery systems could distribute goods across the world, bringing water, food, and medicine from each producer according to his or her ability, to each consumer according to his or her need.

The massively sophisticated computational power used by the technology companies to censor and blacklist political opposition could instead be used for logistical analysis to conduct rescue and rebuilding missions in disaster zones like Houston and Puerto Rico. Drones used in the battlefield could be scrapped and rebuilt to distribute supplies for building schools, museums, libraries, and theaters, and for making Internet service available at no cost for the entire world.
The ruling class and all of the institutions of the political establishment stand inexorably in the way of efforts to expropriate their wealth. What is required is to mobilize the working class in a political struggle against the state and the socio-economic system on which it is based, through the fight for socialism.

STORY: WAITING FOR MY SPERM TO REACH YOUR EGG

The dawn breaks. In the new light the first thing my eyes find is you. The soft rays accentuating your curves, caressing your skin. As I do now. With my hands you are now awake. We kiss.

Now my mouth moves away from yours. I am nibbling at your ears. Nuzzling at your neck. My fingers wander to your breasts. Circling your nipples, hard with excitement. I move to suckle on them too. Now my hand moves down further, between your legs. And to my delight I find your slit already slick with the wetness of your excitement. Excitement at what we are to do this morning.

For today is the day you ovulate. And we do not want to waste any time

Your hands have been busy too. They caress my balls, rub my penis, and now I am fully engorged. It didn’t take long, but we are ready. I hasten to position myself over you, and plunge between your labia and into the wonders within.

The wet pleasure of your warmth envelops me. It is our first time bare and the sensations are new. They drive me wild. Your legs wrap around me, beckoning me in further. You let out a low moan.

I start to thrust. Breathing becomes shorter, shallower. I can feel your heartbeat quicken, pulsing in your vaginal wall. I’m quivering. The air is electric with the strength and stench of our passion. I’m losing myself completely within you, until with one word you bring me back.

“Faster”, your eyes beg. I nod. It’s all I can manage. I lean back and bring your legs up onto my shoulders. I thrust again. And again.

I’m pushing deeper and faster than ever before. Your moans are coming more louder now. Building to a crescendo. Your breasts bouncing in rhythm. I’m lost, hopelessly lost. Grunting. Straining with every movement. And now your moans are screams.

Your eyes roll back. Your back arches. And now your body is convulsing in ecstasy. It pushes me over the edge. With one final thrust I plunge to the hilt within you.

Once, twice, thrice - I shudder as the power of my orgasm runs through me. Spilling each spurt of semen deeply. With pleasure you feel the warmth of my ejaculate as it spreads within you, pooling around your cervix at the opening to your womb.

Spent, we fold into each other’s arms and doze. Waiting until the new day has fully begun. And waiting for my sperm to reach your egg. Waiting for the beginning of a new life.




PART 2

Damn girl, you feel so damn good. I’m so glad you convinced me to screw you bare. But who am I kidding? It didn’t take much for you to persuade me. From the moment you fixed me with that stare, and teased me with your bare sex, bending over in front of me, showing me your tight, sweet chocolate coochie… you were always going to get your way. 

Barely two minutes later and we are fucking, our clothes thrown across your bedroom floor, and all other thoughts forgotten. Your silky smooth love tunnel divinely squeezes and caresses my cock. Electric sensations shoot throughout me, dancing over and around my manhood. Excitement has made you soaking wet, your love-juice coats the entire length of my swollen shaft. The slickness accentuates each and every sensation that I experience. With each thrust I feel the pleasure and the ecstasy of our lovemaking build. 

Fuck. How much longer can I last? I want it to last forever but I know it won’t, it can’t. I try to steady my breathing, but my breath keeps catching. 

Your beautiful body writhes and twists beneath me as we fuck, the caramel colour of your contrasting starkly with the plain light bedsheets. It’s single-most erotic, hottest thing I’ve ever seen. 

I tell myself to keep thrusting. In. And out. Shit. How many more? 

I see the desire in your eyes - you want more. You want me as deep inside you as I can go. 

I lean into you. Bury my head into your chest, and then your neck, nuzzling up against you. With my arms I push your legs wide, giving me access to all of your sex. And I resume making love to you. 

My thrusting becomes more rhythmic. I rock and I roll my hips, ensuring that every last inch - every last millimetre - of my throbbing member plunges deep within your welcoming pussy. 

Yes, you say. Oh god yes, you say. Just like that, baby. Oh, god…

And I reply into your ear, “You like that, baby ?”

“Oh fuck yes, fuck me baby.”

I close my eyes and fuck you as if my very life depends on it. I feel your nails digging into my back, and I know that you are clinging on for dear life too. I can feel your ankles pressing into my backside as you spread your thighs wide, every part of your body drawing me in closer. 

And I am close, oh so very close to cumming. No chance of me pulling out though. Fuck that. In this moment we belong to each other. There is nothing else. You belong to me, and I belong to you. Every part of me belongs to you.

Damn you girl, you drive me crazy.

I grunt and I groan, my cock straining under the pressure of all my cum. My ballsack is so, so tight. 

I feel your pulse throbbing through the wall of your vagina, as you build towards climax, your vagina wall clenching my penis… 

“Cum in me, .”

I thrust one final time, deep as I can, the head of my penis pressed against your cervix. The strong spasm of my orgasm causes my whole body to shudder. I feel you cumming too, your pulsating pussy coaxing all the cum from me.

All my cum belongs to you. Inside of you. 

DATING: KINKY QUESTION TO ASK

Kinky Questions - go!

1:   Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?
2:   Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:
3:   A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:
4:   Something that never fails to make you horny:
5:   Where is one place you would never have sex:
6:   The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when ______________
7:   Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:
8:   What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:
9:   What is the fastest way to make you horny:
10:   Top or bottom?
11:   We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in]
12:   Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?
13:   Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:
14:   Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:
15:   Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:
16:   Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:
17:   Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]
18:   Is it ever okay to not use a condom:
19:   Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had?
20:   A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:
21:   How big is too big:
22:   One sexual thing you would never do:
23:   Biggest turn on:
24:   Three spots that drive you insane:
25:   Worst possible time to get horny:
26:   Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:
27:   Worst sexual idea you ever had:
28:   How much fapping is too much fapping:
29:   Best sexual complement you ever got:
30:   Bald, landing strip, Jumanji:
31:   Is it good sex if you don’t nut:
32:   Fill in the blank: "If they ____________, we are fuckin"
33:   What your favorite part of your body:
34:   Favorite foreplay activities:
35:   Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math thats “greater than, less than, or equal to]
36:   What do you wear to bed?
37:   When was the first time you masturbated:
38:   Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?
39:   Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?
40:   Have/would you ever have sex outside?
41:   Have/would you ever had a threesome?
42:   What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?
43:   Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?
44:   Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?
45:   What is one song you’d like to have sex to?
46:   What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?
47:   Most attractive celebrity?
48:   Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?
49:   If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now?
50:   Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?
51:   What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny?
52:   Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?)
53:   Do you like giving head? (why/why not)
54:   How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?
55:   How would you feel about taking someones virginity?
56:   Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?
57:   Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see?
58:   Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)
59:   Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day?
60:   Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?
61:   Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?
62:   Do you watch porn?
63:   How small is too small?
64:   Have you ever been called a freak? Why?
65:   Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?
66:   Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day?
67:   Do you feel comfortable going "commando"?
68:   Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn't shaved their pubic hair?
69:   If you could give yourself head, would you?
70:   Booty or Boobs?
71:   If you had a penis, what would you name it?
72:   Have you ever been on an official date?
73:   Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)
74:   If you were a stripper, what would your name be?
75:   Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)
76:   How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?
77:   What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina
78:   If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?
I'm home sick come ask me stuff...

STORY: I WANTED TO BECOME HIS SEX SLAVE

I thought I was looking for a boyfriend when I set up my online dating profile.

I’d never had much luck with dating. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested — I’d always loved men. Dating them was fun, the balance between a mans personality and my own feminine one was electric, it kept things interesting. But for whatever reason it never lasted very long. I’d do things like leave town for days without telling him or bringing my phone, or stay in bed with a book all day and forget to answer his texts.

It just wasn’t second nature for me to be tied down and predictable.

When I met John  online I expected the same cycle to occur. We met up at the corner dive bar where I prefer to meet all my first dates. He complimented my lip color — it’s always a great sign when a man isn’t intimidated by lipstick. He asked me about my work and he told me about his job in the military and that he was in Iraq. I told him that  the idea of a guy being associated with something somewhat dangerous was exciting. He smiled mischievously and said, “You have no idea.”

Girls don’t need tricks to get guys to come home with them at the end of dates but I happen to have an excellent one anyway: I live in a condo along the river in my city. A walk along the river is the perfect nightcap to any date and the guy will always walk me up afterwards, “to make sure I get home safe .”

So John was sitting on my bed while I made some drinks and thought about whether I wanted to have sex with him that night. I was attracted to him, sure, he was broad shouldered and tall with dark hair and dark eyes I couldn’t stop staring into. There was no strong reason not to, I figured, but we may as we’ll wait another date in case he was one of those guys that’s weird about first date sex.

That changed fairly quickly.

I handed him his drink and he announced, “I’m going to enjoy this drink while you suck my cock.”

“Excuse me?!?” I couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly.

“This looks like a great drink, and it’s going to be even better while you’re blowing me.” He stopped to take in my negative expression and lifted my head with a single finger under my chin. “A girl like you can make a man really happy. You want that, it’s what makes you special.”

I couldn’t deny that he had some sort of power over me at this point. The way he was controlling the situation turned me on and his hand caressing my face stirred up a familiar feeling in my abdomen.

What did I have to lose?

So I obliged him. I set my drink down and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants.

I wasn’t surprised to find his cock was larger than average, it’s this way with most confident men, like a chicken and egg thing. I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis a few times before I began to take him in my mouth. He watched me cooly, taking a swig of his drink.

Inside somewhere, a deep need to impress him rose. I went to town. I kissed and licked and deep throated. I massaged the sweet spot at the tippy top of his shaft on the underside. I took his balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I gave him my A-game and looked up, searching for approval written on his face. It was there, but not as fully as I’d hoped for.

“To completion,” he reminded me.

I slid my hands down his forearms and the grasped his hands, depositing them on the back of my head. This wasn’t one of my “moves”, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I was on autopilot now.

He had two fistfuls of my hair, one on each side of my head. He was gentle, but firm as he held me in place, thrusting his hips and pouring himself into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, I worried about gagging. But I heard him gasp as he slipped into my throat and I knew this was special for him — he was enjoying himself, losing control, losing himself to me.

I may have been the one kneeling on the floor, but he was at my mercy, he was in ecstasy, and he needed me to feel this way.

I held up my hands, showing him I wasn’t going to resist and he groaned loudly in excitement. He thrust faster into my mouth, careful to make his movement fluid. This time I felt his grip tighten on my hair as he didn’t allow his dick to slide back out of my mouth. He held me there. I could feel him tensing up so I made an extra effort to hold this position, and I was rewarded with his loudest groan yet and a mouthful of salty cum.

I swallowed and licked my lips. I felt satisfied somehow.

He grinned and stared down at me. “I told you you would like it.”

He laid down on my bed and I instantly curled up next to him. I felt happy and comfortable. With my head on his chest I reached up and began massaging his scalp, my sudden need to please this man had not been satiated.

“What do you want?” I asked him.

“I want to come over two or three times a week and stand over you and fuck your throat. I don’t want to jerk off anymore.”

I gulped. This was definitely not what I was looking for. It was sleazy. “What if I want more than that?”

“But you don’t want more. You just think you’re supposed to want more. Did you hear yourself earlier? You told me you don’t like being tied down. And look at you, look at how your body responded to being my sex slave.”

He quickly reached down and knocked my thighs apart. Before I could register what he was doing his fingers were inside me and my back was arched. Holy shit, I gasped as he masterfully, rhythmically rubbed my gspot with the tips of his fingers.

I looked down at him to see that he was hard again, and grinned.

He got up and kneeled between my legs and pulled me up, so my butt was resting on his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist.

“I am going to fuck you and then we’ll sleep here together and you’ll see. This is better than dating — to give ourselves to each other completely.”

I nodded. This was exciting, and what else was I going to do tonight?

He grabbed his drink off the nightstand and poured a bit into my mouth before kissing me and sucking the taste of whiskey off my tongue. He trailed the dewey glass down my neck to my collarbone and I shivered. He took the remaining ice cube and deposited it in his mouth before leaning down and kissing my nipple. It was the most divine sensation, heat and ice.

I felt his hips move under mine and the his cock sliding around my wet pussy, but not entering. I always loved it when guys did this, the anticipation was unbearable, in an addictive way. It made time stand still.

“You’re such a good girl, ,” he mumbled as he kissed my neck, clearly enjoying himself. I lifted my hips to meet his and he drove his cock deep inside me. That moment — the first time it goes in — is always the best. It always reminds me why we do such crazy stuff for sex, it really is that good. I let him cum inside of me without a condom. I also blew him 6 more times that night.

I’d consider his offer later. He didn’t need an answer now. He just needed me to be here, writhing with pleasure as he had his way with me.

THOUGHTS: THINGS I WAS THINKING ABOUT

Isn’t it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they’re either with or apart from and a name and a personality, and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never once stop to think what they’re going through, what their life may be like. We’re too focused on our own.



PART 2

… and this way the world knows. She is loved deeper than them all, stronger than the rest, more cherished and treasured as anyone can ever imagine, for she is your one and only, the one you care about about, the one you waited and prepared yourself for to grant a life free from sadness, dullness, and forlornness, a life in admiration, in pride, in radiant confidence that she is irreplaceable, singular, perfect as she is and always will be, and no day will ever pass by without you letting her know how important, life-changing, fulfilling it is to hold her hand, to feel her presence, and to whisper into her attentive ear only for her to hear ‘mine’


PART 3.

Dominant men don’t dominate women so much as they dominate their own lives.

While most of them won’t be millionaires, they’re likely to be intelligent, articulate, well rounded men of strong character who lead, not by fear or derision, but by the force and quality of their character. They inspire those around them and have developed such a powerful gravitational pull that the people they invite into their lives can’t help but realign themselves to their orbit.

Rarely will they need to make demands, much less threats - these are the tools of the novice - no, their charges will be so driven to please him that the simplest suggestion or nod can completely alter a behavior. If you find that you are struggling to lead a submissive woman the fault is most likely not that you aren’t pushing hard enough, but that you haven’t yet mastered the skills necessary to be an effective leader.

The notion that a woman couldn’t be a “good enough submissive,” is a lie. The fault is not with the submissive who won’t follow, it is with the man who can’t inspire her to do so.

Save your palms, by sharpening your mind and soul.


PART 4

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Or at least that is what they always told her

And yet despite how long and hard she looked

She had yet to find a place on Earth

Where people adored her acne scars

Or envied her thin hair

Or found glamour in her chewed nails

And so though beauty was different

To every single person on Earth

She felt as though she’d never find the person

Who’d see it in herself.






PART 5

When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

DATING: QUESTION TO ASK YOU PARTNER

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
22. Where would you like to travel?
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
26. What do you do when you wake up?
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
30. Do you ever want to get married?
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
33. Spell your name with your chin.
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
40. What do you want to do after high school?
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
43. Do you smile at strangers?
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
46. What are you paranoid about?
47. Have you ever been high?
48. Have you ever been drunk?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
53. Favourite makeup brand?
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Favourite food? 
58. Last thing you ate?
59. First thing you ate this morning?
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
62. Been arrested? For what?
63. Ever been in love? 
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
65. Are you hungry right now?
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
67. Facebook or Twitter?
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
69. Are you watching tv right now?
70. Names of your bestfriends? 
71. Craving something? What?
72. What colour are your towels?
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
75. Favourite animal?
76. What colour is your underwear?
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
80. What colour pants?
81. Favourite tv show?
82. Favourite movie?
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
87. First person you talked to today?
88. Last person you talked to today?
89. Name a person you hate?
90. Name a person you love?
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
92. In a fight with someone?
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
95. Last movie you watched?
96. Favourite actress?
97. Favourite actor?
98. Do you tan a lot?
99. Have any pets?
100. How are you feeling?
101. Do you type fast?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
103. Can you spell well?
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
108. What should you be doing?
109. Is something irritating you right now?
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
111. Do you have trust issues?
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
113. What was your childhood nickname?
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
115. Do you play the Wii?
116. Are you listening to music right now?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
118. Do you like Chinese food?
119. Favourite book?
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
121. Are you mean?
122. Is cheating ever okay?
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
125. Do you believe in true love?
126. Are you currently bored?
127. What makes you happy?
128. Would you change your name?
129. What your zodiac sign?
130. Do you like subway?
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
134. Can you count to one million?
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
137. How tall are you?
138. Curly or Straight hair?
139. Brunette or Blonde?
140. Summer or Winter?
141. Night or Day?
142. Favourite month?
143. Are you a vegetarian?
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
145. Tea or Coffee?
146. Was today a good day?
147. Mars or Snickers?
148. What’s your favourite quote?
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

STORY: SHE WANTED MY BABY.

We laid on the bed cuddling and about 5-10 minutes, when she suddenly took my pants off and grabbed my cock. I could tell something was a little different. There was an assertiveness in the way she did it. I don’t know why but it really turned me on! There was no messing around, it was more of a determined sensation to it. I could feel her desire to get me hard quickly! Her hands and mouth worked in harmony making me so hard that it almost hurt. It felt like her natural instinct knew exactly what to do! It was like her pussy was controlling her mouth and hands! She used her hands to keep my cock locked in position, while she mouth fucked my cock to attention! In one quick move, she climbed on top of me, hovering her wet pussy over my cock! and everything was happening so fast that I became a passenger in this situation.

She grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it into her pussy as she slid down, pushing it deep, really deep! Her pussy was so wet! I could feel her pussy opening up and swallowing the super hard cock that she had created. I still remember the feeling as she pressed in deep, making sure she had all of me inside her. I was almost certain I could feel her cervix at the tip of my cock. It was her way of saying, this was exactly where she wanted me to cum! Within a few milliseconds, she got herself ready and started to thrust her body up and down. Her pussy was tight and in a matter of seconds, she was moving so fast it took me a short while to realise that I was the one getting fucked! Her body somehow clamped itself over my cock and I could feel her leg and body muscles working hard, clearly getting their instructions from her very wet pussy! Her pussy had complete control over my whole body!

There was no stopping her! Every thrust she made was making more and more sperm in my ball sacks! I couldn’t believe how hard I was being fucked! This is when I realised that its only a pussy not on birth control that can milk a cock that hard! I could literally feel my ball sacks filling up with cum! Her pussy must have known because her rapid strokes became long and deep! Somehow her pussy knew that it was time to harvest every drop of cum it had made. There was no way I could hold back! I was almost in tears as she fucked me into heaven! My ball sacks were about to explode! Her pussy was so tight I could feel every wet inch. I sensed her body really clamping down, making it harder to escape her grasp, creating the perfect conditions for the delivery of baby juice into her wanting fertile pussy! I can’t say this was a gentle and sensual experience, it was about taking biology literally and fucking the sperm out of my balls sacks!

At the very last stroke, she was so strong! I couldn’t believe that a woman with such a small body frame had that much power to keep me in my place! All the baby juice that she had worked so hard to make, was being delivered deep into her pussy! The contents of my ball sacks were being emptied as each violent contraction was making massive explosions deep inside her body! She instinctively pressed deep onto my cock, waiting for the next stream of cum jetting into her pussy. She pressed so deep, that the tip of my cock was spurting cum through the door of her cervix. A hard milking like this is never over, her pussy muscles were still working hard, making sure that it got every drop of cum. After a few moments, she stayed on top for while, using my dick to stop any of my DNA from leaking out.

There was no talking during the whole session (which didn’t last for very long). I could hardly muster words together, never mind making a whole sentence. She never said “cum inside me” or anything like that. Her body did all the talking and the only thing you could hear was the slapping of our bodies as they rapidly reunited; and that wet sloppy sound of our baby making juices being mixed together. I later found out that she was ovulating that day and that she had decided that she wanted me to give her a baby.

DATING: LIE WOMAN HAVE TOLD ME.

PART 1


1. “I love you.” —
I tried to find your love in every heartache you put me through.
I tried so hard, ever day, trying to put the pieces together, trying to find the missing piece. I gave you every last ounce of my love just to find out that I was looking for something that wasn’t even there at the first place. You were never in love with me.

2. “I miss you.” —
I believed you every time when you told me that you missed me after ignoring me for days,  and you tell me that you missed me and I believed you again because I didn’t want to be the miserable one who keeps missing the person who doesn’t even think about me. You never missed me, if you did you wouldn’t have ignored me.

3. “I will never leave you.” —
I still remember the night when you fed me with those words too sweet for me to even swallow. But look at me now, left alone empty with nothing but the sleeve of my shirt to whip the tears falling from my eyes. You made sweet promises that you couldn’t keep.

4. “I will pick you up when you fall.” —
It’s been days since I’ve fallen off my feet, dust has slowly started to build layers on my skin there’s no one to pick me up. You’re the who told that you’d be there for me, but you’re the one who dropped me carelessly.

5. “I am sorry and I mean it.” —
No. You’re not sorry, and you obviously don’t mean it. If you were even a bit sorry, you wouldn’t keep repeating it over and over again.


PART 2


I can’t make sense of you and what you want
it is baffling to me the things that you will say 
and then on the other hand- the hand that isn’t 
always reaching for me despite the walls- 
you will do something so else, so different
so far from what you promised and what you meant 
and I thought you were getting there, that maybe,
just maybe, we were getting somewhere past 
all of the things that were in our way, but I was wrong.
We are too different, too else. You are always 
making mistakes that somehow become mine,
never yours, never sprouting from your garden,
but oh, do I have a forest of faults
an army of trees reaching up to the sky 
full of my problems, my mean, my selfish. 
I don’t understand it when you still insist 
that you want to be with me when so often it seems 
you are trying to cut me down at the roots,
what seems like fault to you is growth to me 
I have come back from every terrible thing 
and maybe I am not a beautiful, delicate tree
but I am still standing, still proud
will still be a thousand years from now 
when whatever little daffodil you end up with 
withers away. You can’t keep what you said
but I promise you this: come take a walk through me 
five years from now and you will envy 
the eden that could have been yours. 



PART 3
I know that on a parallel universe

We would have a less complex story

Where your soul would be my universe

Your eyes, would be my glowing galaxy

Your voice, would be my repeating verse

And our love, would be growing in its glory





PART 4

We made up

I gave you my heart on a silver platter,

You threw it away like it didn’t matter.

You gave your beautiful heart to clumsy old me,

Who was a heartless monster but you just didn’t see.

You used to care for me and hold my hand, took the lead.

That’s all it took to give my heart as its all I ever want and need.

My care and love was disguising the filth inside me which filled me to the brim,

Your want and need were left unfulfilled as I destroyed your heart and made you grim.

You broke my heart and scattered them in pieces,

Filled me with unimaginable pain that never decreases.

Albeit in pieces your heart still existed with the hope of being whole once again,

What about me who lost his heart, turning into a monster and causing you so much pain.

I wanted to care for you love you I wanted to stay,

But here I am mending my broken pieces day by day.

I guess monsters like myself are not loved, they are to be hated and cursed,

You tried to love me, for that I’m grateful but in the atrocities I was just too immersed.

I tried to hold you tried to make you see,

That you are not a monster, that’s not how it should be.

How can I not be a monster when all I ever did was totally monstrous,

Coming in your life, filling it with love and then leaving you totally ambiguous.

Maybe hurting me hurt you more,

I am broken here but you’re the one who is crying on the floor.

Tears won’t stop streaming down my face,

I look up in desperation, how to end this phase.

Let me dry up your tears and give you my pieces,

Let us lead this pain to a road where it decreases.

Even if they are in millions, I’ll mend the pieces of your heart,

Don’t matter if it takes my whole life, for you, there just can’t be anymore hurt.

You can mend the pieces of my heart which is broken,

But what about my soul who is sleeping after inhaling cocaine.

We’ll revive the soul through love, make her feel alive again,

Take you to sea, the sound of waves crashing will take away all the pain.

The pain will go away, my soul will revive,

But I am afraid to take this dive.

When the going gets tough I’ll hold your hand,

It’ll be a little cold but in yours it’ll perfectly land.

My hand shakes I am scared,

What if this feeling is to be feared?

All of your fears will definitely eliminate,

The moment our hands perfectly interdigitate.

Then take my hand and let us escape,

Let’s end up there where we will always feel safe.

To infinity and beyond, to the stars where they’d so brightly shine,

Your radiance will illuminate, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.



PART 5


I still check my email every day, hoping to see your name. When I don’t, like every day before, it’s another dagger piercing my heart. But I keep checking. Hope is funny like that; it doesn’t care about the day or week or month before. It knows, despite all evidence to the contrary, that there is always the smallest chance that you’ll finally decide to answer me. Logically, I know that you won’t, but hope doesn’t respond well to logic

WHAT TO DO?
Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told