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Blogs > rdx37 > Rambles; Crazy posts.

ONE MORE THING  

rdx37 38M
93 posts
1/23/2016 4:16 pm
ONE MORE THING

I find it HI-larious that I spend $140 on FriendFinder-x (Gold + standard members can contact for 3 months), send some emails, and then.... WHAM!

I'm writing on the blog. I have a real blog on blogger, that I posted three or four times and lost interest. What's so special about this place? It's not even the fact that I paid money so I feel like I need to be here. 140 is nothing, I can afford it... for now...

This website makes me introspect like nothing else. The concept of this place is so raw and visceral that it can not be helped men turn into slobbering beasts.

"MM baby nice pussy when you gunna come bounce on my thick cock"

Or something. Go read BiggLala's blog- she had some real funny examples! Or pick a woman's blog, and check it. I bet you find some funny stuff.

Anyway, I can't help but really reflect on my life here. This is like a gated community, a private organization. One where it is encouraged to wag your penis at the neighbors, and maybe they'll flash you back, and everyone gets a thumbs up.

I don't consider myself into voyeurism, but that's what we all are here. Watchers. I don't get off watching for the sake of watching- stories and mental stuff, build up to sex, the journey of sex, CONTEXT (CON...SEXT????) is what really does it for me.

You see my erotic stories! Ten billion years of setup and then a paragraph of sex. I swear that's not what I'm like! I sat down and wrote them in a frustrated state one night, just down and out of my mind. All that build up of writing, knowing where the story would lead but trying to get there in a natural fashion...

I think men would like those two stories more than women. I feel like I'm in touch with my other half inside me- but when the sex hits the fan I'm all man.

Sounds like a good rock song line.

So I got this other blog, right? And I've been meaning to write it and be productive, right? I got plans, and shit! You can't force what isn't there.

Writers ultimately write because they need escape, release, the words or ideas must come up- and it is for that reason alone the works do happen. Sure, you could argue that some people set out to do a specific work, but I'm talking art.

There's just something about this web site. Putting my naked body up there. My most closely guarded appendage! For the WORLD to see! We should all be bright enough at this point to recognize that when anything goes on the internet, it is forever.

I guess I don't care much anymore about some things. Self consciousness has a way of winding down as real problems assert themselves and don't give a shit about your perceived vulnerabilities.

Shake it, break it, contemplate remake it.
Tip toe, slipped though, fell down on the pavement.
Snowed in, cold gin, warms me up I'll take it.
Axe wails, distorted hell, rock out now don't fake it.

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