Thursday, November 9, 2017

JackHammer my Pussy Please.

The other day I was out running errands and got caught in a road consruction zone. Its some huge project where they have a bunch of guys with all the big tractors and a massive mess. Anyway, it ended up being one of those deals where you inch forward and a few cars go and then sit while some guy flags people.So while parked there waiting, right next to my car is some guy with a jackhammer. Well I guess its a thing to pack the dirt but just like a jackhammer. Anyway, he was pretty young, very cute, well built and lots of muscles. So I'm watching this thing bounce up and down and of course its making me think of sex. Its like how the thing was pounding made me think of getting my pussy punded. And obviously him be such a hot guy was helping my imagination right along. :) 


The thing was...just watching guys. How they move, watching his feet in his big work boots. Sort of how they shuffled around and moving forward with his big old muslce legs in some well worn 505s. Mesmerizing. I suppose its the same as a guy watching a womans ass when she's walking away. But in this case its how...sturdy I guess is the word....he was. Confident, sturdy, solid which is sexy. A manly man, a real man, the kind that get me so hot and that I love to get fucked by. Its hard to explain how one guy just has that thing...that spark or "zing" factor which immediately makes me sit up and pay attention. Usually its those type of guys. Not Mr. Spiffy with his coifed hair and his suit and manicured hands. I like a guy that makes me feel like a pretty lady, as opposed to a guy who is prettier than me, lol. Okay, so I know I'm just rambling but the point is that I wish I could have sat there for an hour watching him or even better, given him my phone number. But, no, traffic started flowing so instead I came home and later just sat on my husbands face for a nice orgasm. I'm still working on the new lover or lovers, but am getting impatient. :)

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Pose...

 "Fuck me pumps"! What a body!
"Date night" for Cuckoldress Hottie!
Shoes picked out! Now the rest!
To be fucked! It is Her quest!
By a Bull! A Man endowed!
One who "rises" from the crowd!
Cuckold ego not protected!
Cuckold duties, dress selected!
Lacy panties! Lacy bra!
Pack of condoms! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Before She dresses, strikes a pose!
Then sticks Her Pussy 'gainst his nose!
It is as close as he will get!
Reminds himself, with much regret...
"Thoughtful" Her reminds him, too!
She smiles and then removes a shoe...
Foot is kissed! Then Her Ass!
One part SLUT and two parts CLASS!
"Walking Sin" is what She be!
"Don't wait up!" She says with glee!
Dressed and gone and off to fuck!
(Hubby be "shit out of luck"!)
Later cum-filled "party favors"...
(Three used condoms! Three Bull flavors!)
 
(Text supplied by the Poetic Wanking Cuckold.)

Toes....


A Bit of A Rant....Found Online. :)

(The point is not if you are pro or anti Trump, but just how amusing how much effort this guy put into his post. I mean he's just totally going the fuck off! )  :)

Trump: You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas. I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.

 You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

 You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

 I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

 Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

 You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

 You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.

 And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?

 You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral[size] equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.

 On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

 You smarmy lager lout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oink artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

 You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate,
 noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid.

 You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.

 The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success.

 True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

 P.S.:
 You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb,
 evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally NOT GOOD.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Smut. :)







The Rich Are Smart And Pay Too Much Tax?

You know how "some people" say the rich are taxed too much, and how "some people" because they were born rich or got really lucky think they're smarter than others?
Moschino is selling a dry cleaning bag as a dress for $737.
Tax those sonsabitches some more I say.  :)


Women...








Poetic Wanker is Back.

(From a reader who takes one of my photos and then writes his perverted poetic take on it.)
 
Mystic Power that draws the eyes
Where her Fem'nine Essence lies...
Sense it is a Sacred Thing...
(In chess terms, Queen takes King!)
King removes his golden crown
Hesitates...then lays it down
At Her feet, where he is kneeling
A simple act, yet so revealing...
Toward Her Pussy lifts his eyes
An act, he learns, that is not wise
He feels the cane upon his flesh!
Leaving stripes, vivid, fresh...
Can only look when told he can!
No more a King! (Scarcely a man!)
Yet his internal eyes It holds
Stripping things he thought strongholds...
Strips his will he thought so strong!
Pulls his heart and soul along...
Pulls his eyes down to the floor...
A Thing to worship and adore...
 
 

Sex Week: Raising Awareness in the Ivy-covered Halls.

 

For the Record: Twitter Has Not Banned Porn.

 

Monday, November 6, 2017

Calvin and Hobbes? The Origin of Female Domination? :)

One of my favorite cartoons is Calvin and Hobbes, for multiple reasons. However, for the purpose of this post, we will talk about Susie Derkins, his little neighbor. Interestingly enough, when I was a little girl, I sort of resembled Susie. And to an extent my husband looked/acted a bit like Calvin. When little boys are around little girls they are often mean, sometimes in a playful manner, sometimes cruel. Rude comments about our bodies, pulling and yanking on pony tails and pig tails in the early years. Later years might include the above plus harsher comments about our skinny-fat asses, big or small breasts, etc. I was called every variation of "Skeeter" (mosquito bites on chest), grabbed, groped, insulted, had my bra strap snapped, whatever.
 
 
One "episode" of Calvin involves his continued harassment of Susie and at one point he asks her what possible reason she, a girl, could even have for wanting to be alive. Her reply was, she wanted to be around so that at about age 17 she could watch guys like Calvin *beg* girls like her for a date.
 
 
Then: Little boys told girls like me that we were stupid, ugly, flat, useless, weak, smelled funny, ran funny, didn't know how to "play right" and more, much, much more.
 
Now: Those same types of little boys (especially the submissive ones) will do just about anything if they are allowed to put their penis inside us. Lacking permission to do that, they beg to have us touch them, sit on their face, plus more, much more. Could it be that part, one small part, of the reason that FemDoms enjoy kicking/punching a guy in the balls, spanking/caning him, planting our pussies and asses on their face is for revenge? Paybacks a bitch, a real bitch.
 
That bitches name is "Me" (insert your wife, girlfriend, Mistress name here).  :)
 

Something's off when Hobby Lobby insurance covers Viagra and Penis pumps, but not Birth Control. :)






Should High Schools Provide Condoms to Students?

 
 
Side note...these sorts for condoms are for cuckolds only. :)

 
Wish I knew how to do this....I'd have some fantastic headlines. :)


Sunday, November 5, 2017

Do Not Open - Click - Nor Read This! :)

I would post photos like this one....
 
However, I seemed to have misplaced my ...fog machine, lol.  :)
 

 
You had one job.
 





First Black Playboy Bunnies circa 1965
 
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Lets play....Name the Fetish!  :)

Me and Twitter Have A Strained Relationship.

This happens at least a few times a week...if not every day. For some reason, our elected officials (be they GOP or Dem or other) are a bunch of crybabies who complain to Twitter every time their feelings get hurt. They don't seem to like it when you call them out on something, or provide facts to refute whatever lies they're telling at the moment.
 
Or maybe they dislike it when I call them "Pussy Ass Coward Prolapsed Cow Cunts",  lol. 
Anyway...Onward and Upward!!  :)