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A Merry Christmas to all, to all a Goodnight
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A Merry Christmas to all, to all a Goodnight As I write this morning, from my office at work, I look out and see the falling snow, and think to myself how wonderful the last few months have been. I’ve spent some time finding myself, and doing a lot of internal thinking and find myself better for it. Each new person, each new experience adding to the transition I now find myself in. To say the last few months haven’t been without their own set of problems would be a lie, even my self made problems have done nothing but add to the person I am now becoming, whoever that may be. Those of you who read my words may think me odd, and that’s okay, I am odd. It’s funny as you get older how long it took to get used those words, they were just that, words. Odd, strange, weird, freak, nerd, geek, while most people don’t say anything to your face, you can behind their eyes they think you’re strange, and that too is okay. I try not to hold grudges, even now, in a place like this where social cues and respect don’t seem to be commonplace, it’s still very much okay. I don’t mind being shot down, it only adds to your character, but what is important is how you handle the aftermath. If someone shot you down, don’t be a cunt, I won’t try to resell the idea, I made a whole blog post about it, but if you’re reading this, and you’ve recently been shot down, or had to let someone down, just know it’ll be okay. With the coming year, I hope, I pray for…well, more of the same. I’ve enjoyed the last six months of my life, the good, and the bad, even the worst of it. The reason for that is because I find myself growing, and truthfully it’s been spectacular, and find myself yearning for the new tantalizing prospects to come. I love the people I’ve met so far, even the ones who don’t speak to me anymore. If you are reading this, I want you to know, I love you and hope you’re well. I hope Christmas find you in good spirits my dear readers, it’s been an honor of mine these last few months to write for you. Gods willing, I’ll continue. But what I was saying is, that it’s never easy, or simply getting used to being odd, or thinking you’re strange. I think that’s why this site thrills me so much, it’s very interesting, entertaining, and very captivating to witness people in their true, uninhibited element, you know? I browse many profiles, and compliments ones I enjoy, figures of women I find very arousing, or beautiful, all the while trying to be polite about it. The female form is one I enjoy…immensely, it’s truly a cup that can runneth over for eternity in my eyes. Though I must admit, when I first came to this site, I found myself just being crass and wondered why I wasn’t getting any responses from women. Now you can say, “well you weren’t messaging the right women, or maybe they just weren’t into what you were putting down.” Now, I’ve found that when you’re a man like me, and what I mean by that is; When you don’t look like James Dean, have a huge thrumming stallion of a cock, and have some pudge, you have to work with what you came out of the mold with. So, I use my words, I like complimenting people first, striking up a conversation. Some folks are cool with no names, no history, just raw passionate sex, and I am too, to an extent, but there’s something to both getting to know someone and having that raw sex. While I, myself am still new to this puzzling thing that I am experiencing, both the flirts, and the unabated sex is a very intense, and beautiful. It’s the connections that get me, they’re pure, wild, and new, full of passion and fire. While some remain constant in your life, most will zip in, and out like a shooting star, a shooting star that cascades through your heart, riveting and rocking your body to the entire core of your being. I won’t bore you with what I’ve gone through, but instead this time, I invite you, my dear reader, to share with me something you may have gone through, Good, or Bad, something from this site that you would’ve or might not have experienced outside of here. What I mean by that is, perhaps you were in a stifled relationship and had a very intense sexual awakening, perhaps your first gangbang? This exercise is both men and women. Perhaps you exchanged a few messages, now you’re sitting in your car, it’s raining out. You look to your right as the door clicks, a woman in a long coat gets in, she tells you to be quiet and proceeds to unzip your pants, fighting with your belt to get them off you. Before you know it, you’re getting a very, very intense blowjob in a parking lot from an<b> older woman </font></b>you clearly don’t know very well, much less her name. But you don’t stop her, why? Desire and that primal yearning are why. A friend recently described her desire for something I did as a craving, so we’ll call it that for the moment shall we? It doesn’t end, and you find yourself beginning to shutter beneath her touch, she stops a moment, using her hand to pull at the hard flesh, pulling one of your pubic hairs from her mouth, chuckling as she locks her eyes with you. The funny part of this moment isn’t the intense heat you feel in your chest, but you notice the subtle things, the tendril of spit on her lower lip, or that this woman has the clearest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. It’s the little things in life we find amusing, that stick with us the most. Those clear blue eyes, that smile, her gentle, yet firm touch, those are the memories we make for ourselves. So, it is my hope that we all find more of these little moments, the subtle things, the intense hot cravings we all yearn for at the bottom of our darkest hearts. I wish you all well, my dearest readers. Dare I say it? I think I’ve rather come to love you, and I think..I’ll continue to write for you. I hope this Christmas, whatever Gods, God, pantheon, or deity if at all, you pray to, brings you good fortune, and if you believe in nothing, believe in this; I love you my dear friend, and I wish you only the happiest of memories in the coming year. Now..if you need me. You’ll find me in those crystal blue eyes. The gentle breeze that flutters your coat, giving you a little giggle. I am the dream, I am the writer, the painter, and the sculptor, I am an artisan, and I am hope. Make new memories this year my dear friends, good fond, fruitful memories that you can look back on with a smile, and learn from the bad. Merry Christmas, and Goodnight…  |
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