Hardy shore ! WTF !
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Posted:Oct 4, 2024 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2024 5:55 pm 234 Views
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Members of the Pleiades group decided a seance was in order to contact JFK and give him the good news.
Yes we got to the moon and his speech was not in vain at all.
We loved all his speeches and if he could give the group another we'd spread it around.
But I thought given what I already know, JFK was the perfect candidate for living another life.
I watched a vid of a crowd getting off a plane but you'd notice that the ramp was not on and they disembarked into thin air !
The simulation was like that, allowing a task to be completed by the eager spirits.
Another was an athlete appearing from nowhere completing a race with jubilant arms waving about then they were seen no more.
It was a forgiving and passionate simulation and not the evil SOAB that some of my friends said it was.
They wanted to damage it, to give it some pain and I couldn't see how you'd do that, but I thought it would be open for some fine tuning and would stand by any promises made.
Like I would return with no clue about love, not feeling cheated but by their rules unfulfilled.
Frankly I thought love was a sucky thing, making people vulnerable and being used, no I hated the concept.
Then the mystified madam of ceremony started to chant some lines that could well have come from JFK.
He spoke of the coming revolution, that man was going to achieve all its goals and rise above adversity.
We could feel that !
Man would rise above adversities ! The Devil slain and thrown into the pit.
It was great to hear him speak again, his noble use of words was truly inspiring and we got clues about the future.
A future that was maybe written in stone. He talked about battles that would be fought and won, about how compassion defeated the corrupted and bliss would reign supreme throughout the land and hardy shore !
You mean the sea ? I remembered hard was one word in a famous speech so that kinda proved it was JFK speaking.
He then spoke of the returning throng, the appointed owners of the Earth resuming what they'd lost through foul play, living in the houses they'd built.
I could see how moved the Pleiadian group was.
We were left with an indelible feeling of righteousness.
We would take that mood and visit the crop circles.
And decode the message given by the council of Pliaedians.
The scout promised of the flotilla of craft that would arrive shortly with news of the events from home.
How unified those seven had become. A beacon of light that stood apart in a cluster. Viewed and wondered at by the early inhabitants. They felt the connection. They'd sleep contentedly knowing that connection was there and alive !
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"Whatcha name baby?" "Who me?'
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Posted:Oct 3, 2024 4:53 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2024 12:43 pm 628 Views
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"Velvet!"
Fact is I may have seemed like a 'big top' not interested in others business ,but really I was scared of educated types and couldn't cut it with what they talked about.
All I could come up with was a dumbass illogical head scratching poke at something.
Like I once said to a girl, "Pity about John F Kennedy making a grand gesture of going to the moon then being shot dead the next year to never seeing it happen !"
I thought I just killed it, no coming back from that one.
WTH, her pack of school girlfriends had better things to talk about than poor John Kennedy living a short life. (46 he was )
But she chipped in that she thought JK was a good man and a good president and he'd diffused the Cuba thing.
That was a biggy too, and I'd caught an episode of (can't remember the name) a gold prospector traveling into a deep underground place where military stores were stashed for when the bombs hit.
They were rotten after so long, make you sick just opening one now.
So she seemed to appreciate my lame attempt to open something, I also knew about Bud and Armstrong discussing the thing that followed them to the moon.
Aliens had lived unbothered on the dark side of the moon for so long to be now bothered by inquisitive humans.
I was sure humans had been there many times already, long ago in history too when the aliens befriended humans on Earth and taught them useful things.
I told her I get ac strong psychic sense of something big happening in Sth America. [br[Quetzalcoatl and statues of beings with wings and weapons? Maybe even handbags, I'm sure handbags would be something that interested her.
My knowledge bank was quickly becoming exhausted and I was giving up the fight.
Regretting what I'd already given away.
In reality it was pathetic how I'd peruse utube stopping whenever I saw a nice ass.
Something to investigate?
In fact I'd put myself in with the non-human, Pleiades who knew they didn't fit in.
Anywhere so why pretend to?
Fact is making it all work meant you had to act stupid, do stupid things even though you knew better.
Act vulnerable like a fruit ready to be picked.
The Pleiadians were beyond that, existing in a questioning mode not saying that anything could be answered correctly only that we didn't belong here.
Earth was like being stuck on a highway a long way from home.
We could never fit in here.
We'd search the Earth for places though that could be like our real home among the seven sisters.
Magnificent places, with natural water flowing amongst spectacular canyons.
Bushwalkers could feel it too, tapping into a deep subconscious level that still knew about the world they'd left behind.
They knew that in that place shame didn't exist and you'd go about your business naked, or wearing singlets with designs geometrical about natures designs built around the golden ratio.
The women into that gathered in a sect, wearing their hair long and natural and it flowed down to tickle their butts.
OMG, I remember the first time I met them, being invited to share in the communal meal they'd made, everyone was soon getting about naked and I felt out of place.
Being clothed that is !
Some beautiful looking women looked expectant at me , their eyes looking through my thin defense of fabric.
I imagined taking some steps away towards the gurgling stream and dropping my shorts letting them see my little butt then picking up the shorts and casting them away like a useless thing and turning to face them, noticing their eyes dropped to ........... Oh shit I had to get away from there !!!! One had Pleiadian tatts and woven flowery thing adorning her head.
They'd even broken the code of the crop circles and would be going there soon, did I want to join them?
There'd be a high from the energy they produced. Another connection to a distant place.
I wondered if you could enhance the feeling of nakedness. If you did it right.
Most people didn't know how to do it right! Something I must to look into,,,,,,,,
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"Today we're going primal !"
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Posted:Oct 2, 2024 3:57 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2024 8:53 am 1198 Views
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She said and we all knew what that meant.
The jungle was close at hand for that.
It felt nice to get away from all the troubling predicaments we'd been put in to find an answer to.
Too many it seemed had given up, and the absurdity of it all festered on the tele.
Good looking huddles of the pretty folk awash with money, but plagued by social issues.
Money but no idea on how to make life work !!
One of them was in the group too and she followed me taking the high route as there was a trail there the others didn't know about.
She followed silently at a distance, taking the odd sip from her bottle.
At times she caught up enough for me to see her flashing her questioning eyes.
But I never answered them ,only keeping to myself where I was going and why.
The others who'd gone deep into the jungle could be heard shouting to each other but time and distance quietened that.
We approached a stand of ancient sandstone blocks and I'd been here before and could just disappear at will leaving the girl to find her own way.
Up there the Sun's rays were powerful and the girl wondered where water could be found if she needed it.
Eventually we rounded a corner of those huge blocks of stone to catch a view of the ocean on the other side.
I presented to her the surprising view with an outstretched arm, "There is the place we will find everything we need."
"Your bush knife we be handy too !"
"For tonight we dine on what the foreshore brings and the stars will be our company."
It was not hard to imagine her taking her few clothes off to wash and rinse them then stringing them on a branch to dry.
She looked suspiciously at me as I imagined her naked.
We worked our way down and eventually found a small rocky freshwater creek. We enjoyed the water , splashing and drinking to renew our energy.
Her Amazonian good looks seemed to belong here but they'd serve her as well on a city street corner somewhere.
Some would appreciate her threat and drive on, maybe to think on it and turning around if they could muster the courage.
Her muscular form and brown form told of her punishing fitness routine.
"Not far to the sea now !"
I offered comfortingly.
A snack of oysters was there if the tide was right.
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Draining the coffeurs !
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Posted:Oct 1, 2024 3:19 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2024 8:55 am 2027 Views
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Wroughting the system, keeping it functioning to extract any profit to be had.
The last act is a transferable asset.
Gold perhaps, and banks are accruing that.
For when the fiat currency system fails completely and hard life won assets go out the window !
The nations debt evaporated some how.
(Don't understand it really)
But masses of gold exist and you can trade with that, fuck the paper stuff!!! Wiping your ass with it is now the only use for it !
Despite people making claims the dollar still hangs on by its fingernails.
Hard to let go of it.
People 'kicking and screaming' still trying to make a buck !
Property prices failing and the wash, like a tsunami on a tilting earth not knowing for sure which way to go.
Better to just let it happen and write about it once it's done !
But fraud always finds a way !
I use a fem profile on F'book because of being attacked by pretend in financial stress women begging for money. One guy admitted his deception saying he needed to buy weapons to protect his farmland. Now that I believe !
But my fem profile 'cops' offers from old guys sayin they got money.
A nice place to live !
Cool ! But I'm a guy too !!!!!!
Guess I'm being bad, but I don't really care anymore.
I was looking for feedback from the simulation, we all know life is a fakeass simulation, some call it a hologram.
A professor studied 5000 soul recreation stories , checken the facts and it's there all right, souls are bouncing back through the ether bring their likes and dislikes.
But with a twist perhaps, a once rich fraudster could come back to live in poverty under the fraudulent regime he created.
Which brings us to the personality of those running the show.
God if you will, shaping spirits for a greater purpose !
To run a distant planet or galaxy !
Galaxies outnumber Earthlings by quite a lot, numbers become meaningless to imagine that, so we count the grains of sand on every beach in the world and say there's still not enough there to represent every galaxy as a grain of sand.
I tried digging the beaches, some had a dark sludge down there beyond the galaxies.
A surf beach just went on forever, I couldn't even see out of the hole I was digging !
Strangers stopped to ask what I was doing, "can't you see I'm counting the number of galaxies you fool !"
But then that's meaningless as we only see a tip of what the universe could be, we only see a small flat piece of it all and it's fun to come up with a theory about energy that may suggest the thing has a shape.
A shape represented by dimension of scale throughout everything, from the tiniest to the biggest.
Maybe a toroidal one !
Let's make our life's work in understanding the toroid !
With enough working on it who knows what we will find ?
Maybe ways to power our World by the manipulation and understanding of fields.
I remember a tube somewhere of Randall Carlson demonstrating something ,,,,,
The future perhaps.
Once we get energy 'sorted' we can just plug in our soldering irons not worrying about the consequences of our actions and plugging in our device and watch it pulsate, brimming with enthusiasm, exposing a link to the simulation.
The simulation that created life.
A truly complex phenomena !
Much more than a chance lightning bolt hitting a fertile gas !
Or undersea vent spewing out chemicals, no it was a masterstroke of simulation engineering who created that.
And now you with soldering iron in hand had taken the same road.
The road to "shabangism", splitting atoms with your axe in a young Einstein way, watching your experiment come alive !
A superconducting super computer that stores everything, the movements of people on the Earth being tracked through their phones.
Another story being told there. Crimes solved that way ! Reminds me of Cloe, found just down the road from the grieved searching parents, as I remember they got a clue from social media or phone record or something, now his bid for freedom squashed, he was a real danger to people outside. 
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Let me take you on a journey !
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Posted:Sep 30, 2024 3:30 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2024 3:16 pm 2437 Views
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First still your mind and lose yourself !
And listen to the teachers, and you sense that all is not right with them, that in fact they envy you !
You are young, they are old.
Wise in a way to hide their grief.
At losing what you have.
And so it goes and some will point to the aliens saying this will be you ! Far in the future !
Physically insignificant and onlt three fingers.
Now that's a biggy, the human although a mental basket case can have long hair and be an example of physical loveliness and those five fingered hands can work majestically playing music.
Yes we should build on our strengths and learn to be inspired.
Not to go to school to have your spirit crushed by bullies !
It was pointed out that architecture took a hit in the sixties, square uninspired monstrosities took over much or the landscape, with teachings about foolish doctrines that made it all about turning a profit.
It would not last and from the crumbling remnants of another failed stab at what life should be emerged a love of simplicity.
To spend time in the greenhouse, enjoying the warmth of it, listening to music with good bass.
We've never found as far as I know an alien craft sporting a sound system.
With giant brains you may not need it.
Your first lesson class is to love music ! And never, never lose that skill !
Your designs will reflect the goodness in you !
It will in fact snowball, each trying to achieve better than the last. We must nurture a nation of inspirers , to show what is possible !
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What do I need to cook food for ?
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Posted:Sep 28, 2024 4:00 pm
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2024 11:48 am 3443 Views
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When faced with decking out the Toyo I thought adding complications would only fuck it up.
Let's make it a place to dream.
A simple experiment was to put the comfy lambswool seat covers on and then a cushion between the seats to rest my arm on and another for my head, and I chose a spot where the trees were lovely to look at and I had drinks stashed around within easy reach, in the console and pockets in the doors.
So I listened to my music on the headphones and must have fallen asleep and became aware that I could listen to my music and didn't know where I was.
But I was warm and comfy and I could hold it there not bothered by time at all !
Car design should be shaped around comfort , a small private space to dream in.
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Today it was Ghengis Khan !!!!!! One mill lords step back !!!!
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Posted:Sep 27, 2024 3:46 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2024 12:13 pm 4017 Views
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Flipping through wondering if anything is worth a look, one million plus was a start but Ghengis had girls bent over.
For something hideous !
Out of all the trash available I'd settle for just one pic, a curious portrayal, too shocking to even open it up !!!
In this life of pick and choose you needed to show the goods, speak to the right side of the mind.
Plenty of males on the dump sites.
Come back to the golf course and goof around with your buds !
Women hunt in packs, feeding off each others short bladed stabs !
The victim is reminded how pathetic they are and can't even die right.
So they say but I'm only into numbers and if I was only into making a buck I'd go with whatever is racking them in, not conscientious, not swaying the crowd to take my advise.
No this is business only.
If it empowers you then write it in the comments so I can make another buck.
Now back to Ghengis Knan, now Ghengis can, he lords over a mass of sword waving lunatics, all little dick wonders !!!!!!
No food for my movie either, the ruffian types needed to be shoved over a cliff !
No the real world had so little appeal, and if you could travel through time and distance you wouldn't come here !
But maybe you saw something that others missed, you and the empire of aliens were looking for a place to transform , into a water wonderland.
Humans couldn't get there though some dreamed big.
It was the masses that was the problem, they'd lean on your walls collapsing them by weight.
It was the castle again, where you found a solution, now your mote and draw bridge could be constructed from other than wood and water.
We'd build your wit, show you how to do that, put the jackass back in their box.
Now the clear thinker rose above the pathetic tuber crowd to part the clouds and let the glorious sunshine in.
Your warring overlords who'd cast your worthless body for nothing were frustrated when you disobeyed them.
They pulled their hair out and waved their arms about and told of war being the only answer.
The aliens watched on ,these circus fools had no clue about the proper ways to manage a planet.
I put a rooftop tent on the Toyota and it is breezy and lovely up there, with long distance tanks I could escape the madness and venture to where the Sun would quietly slip beyond the horizon.
To heal was to forget ! Humor had won the day, 12 mill views. People could still laugh. If you laughed at your corrupt rulers they hated that.
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Another twist to the morning.
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Posted:Sep 26, 2024 3:58 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2024 3:43 pm 4423 Views
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I was cleaning around ,sweeping and mopping, vacuuming too getting the place tidied up doing all that whilst heavily laden.
Weights on my balls to stretch my sack even more.
It was fun but I had a feeling in the back of my mind that the day had a lot to give.
A scene in Cassy's movie to be made this afternoon, had got me on edge, slightly nervous hoping it would turn out right.
I had just enough time to have a quick ride on the exercise bike, using an explosion of effort and strength to manage the hill climb.
I had a heavy bag to bring along, with the fun stuff inside !
And the new camera stuff I'd been experimenting with.
It was mid morning when I arrived and only Ty was there, Cassy had left to get her hair done in the city.
"In for a game of table tennis ?" I said with a wink.
We'd discussed the game already and Ty was as much into ball fun as I was.
The table tennis table was along the path away from the house and the morning warmth was rising making it pleasant for the sport.
I dropped the heavy bag down with a clunk, a metallic sound gave a hint as to what was inside.
I setup the cameras too ,a high speed one had a remote to switch it on in an instant.
I was very much into high speed photography.
Ty was sorting through the bag of heavy items ,his imagination was running high when he assessed the width of the openings.
It already promised to be a fun game.
I went over to him picking up one of the shackles, a D that was obviously used to secure onto chains or belting.
It had a screw in bolt to fasten it.
"We start off with the smaller ones first, then the heavy ones last." "The openings larger of course, easier to slip off !"
We calculated that our ball size was the same so no one would get an advantage.
There was five in all, progressively larger and we slipped them onto the ball sacks and stared out game.
Any movement was felt, and usually a delight but quick actions were harsh and eventually a movement would see the D shackle slip down over the nuts to clank against the floor.
It was advantage server or receiver!
Then the next D slightly smaller would take a much more aggressive play to force it to fly off and that's where the high speed camera would come in.
What looked like an impossible return was tried, the shock to the nuts at the change in direction, stretching the sack as the balls took the weight but unable to stop that heavy D it would succeed in coming off, the high speed showing that moment the balls gave way, the sack quickly springing back when the D flew free.
I could add a window later that would be broken by the D's flight.
Time flew as we had some awesome fun and Cassy's voice asking "What the hell is going on here !" Caught us by surprise, and I straightened to look at her seriously with the D's locked onto my nuts !
It was hard to put up a serious explanation like that !
Cassy had returned earlier than expected and was in the air conditioned villa when she heard the commotion and decided to investigate, not expecting to find a couple of apes throwing their shit at each other !
There was only so my Cassy could do as her warm toned voice wouldn't allow a serious admonishment .
Cassy was into ball herself though and had a great collection of jewellery for that purpose.
Neck bands ankle bracelets too adorned all with the same gems as her tiny cage.
Today it was the red gold set with the deeply shaded Andesine gems.
She'd wear that one to our planned family lunch.
After we'd showered and dressed appropriately we went to the classy place and were given a table away where I could set up the cameras.
We had every look of a young normal family but that wasn't the case in reality.
Cassy asked Ty like a mother would why he was playing with his soup.
I asked Ty if he was staying on top of his homework.
That promoted Cassy to touch her lpis with the napkin, suppressing a wry smile.
I knew then that they'd been bonking that very morning.
(We had all three of us agreed to an open threesome.)She crossed her legs awkwardly as she felt some small pain in her asshole left from her mornings bonking.
I caught it all and the tinkle of her cock's jewellery.
Man she was such a hot sassy T girl ! So fuckable !
The family vid was so nice, anyone could read the story between the lines. Everyone could see how fuckable she was, but her voice she couldn't change much. Still a little salty touch of a male tone in there.
Reserved too, she spoke with her eyes, her wonderfully warm dark eyes.
Ty had to wrestle her onto her front, admiring her black laced panties on her superb small ass.
He was hard already, almost unable to put the time in for foreplay, but she was okay with abuse that way, succumbing to the r*pists harsh grabs ton get at her asshole !!!
OMG they were at it at all hours of the day !!!!
She was like the hypotenuse, the wide open part of the triangle and Ty and myself the vying two other parts, as one got smaller the other got bigger !
But I was happy for them, I liked my alone time a lot to dream and meditate. I was happy !
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Criminals with hardons !
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Posted:Sep 25, 2024 5:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2024 11:55 am 4680 Views
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Girls decided to go about in groups for safety in numbers.
The young ,,,,,,,,,, were into thieving and r&ping.
We should never have left the castle !
But a number of good types could still be found. WTF is happening.
My three generation theory meant things went too fast to notice.
We noticed it was falling apart though and scumbags seemed the only ones foolish enough to "ride the storm" sticking their dicks into anything with a breath.
Multiply that by three generations and the connection was lost !
The old moral values and fighting for your democracy and country only got the middle finger.
The swelling herds were hungry and vulnerable and machines had taken the jobs.
The suburban home seemed defenseless, crooks sneaking in to steal your car keys.
Welcome to the real world.
Somehow I could work with that, like hard times were not that distant in my genes.
The oaks were no match for hardened steel either!
They got used for warfare !
And they saw alien craft too, those early explorers, it was a treat for them to see those early ships as their own planet had no record of them, they'd happened so long ago.
But here was the proof that it could be done !
By hand too, the aliens couldn't remember making anything by hand either.
So the aliens could be still seen, in greater numbers now, even flotillas of them observed!
Many reasoned that humans were really dangerous now, too efficient at destruction for their own good.
All there politicians and leaders were all corrupt, no matter which side you assigned them too.
Definitely time for a hiatus, to escape and return when things had been worked out.
We knew from studying the effects of oceans that some real oddballs may win sway.
Their hips were too big or eyes narrow slits.
Or they thrived in the heat or cold.
The most defining thing the researchers found is the strength of the immune system.
And weirdly women although physically less than the male had that chromosome edge that fed the males toxins that made them age quicker.
Women were in fact a handshake of death !!!
A necessary but deadly evil !
So I stopped going to the sandwich shop !
I had way too many distractions going on at the moment to visit my sweetheart with the adorable walk and ass.
I'd put in solid time into stretching my nuts as I could never get the thought of that queen stuffing them down my asshole.
I'd watched the vid so many times it was right there at the top of my imagination any time I needed it!
It always gave me a horn, a stubborn one that refused to go till a resolution was found.
It was onboard with the stretching as we were excited about the thought of that vid being me, taking her brutal treatment.
War and sex existed close together in the brain and the brain got confused, choosing a hardon instead of a fist.
Hence the defeat boner !
But maybe the subconscious offered that as a cynical solution !
The captor may re-neg, choosing another option at seeing that.
Psychology was weird like that.
The classic was the soldier off on battle with his woman left at home and the prisoner in the dungeon gaining pity and being fed and watered and secure doing much better than the one gone to battle.
Furious if he did get back, the slave racked perhaps getting a defeat boner that the woman who pitied him wanted a piece of.
Releasing him in the night. So the boner was an act of warfare !
Not just a procreating tool.
Why did the Queen love beating it? My Velma and I experimented with things and she had an adorable laugh.
I coaxed her to squeeze my nuts, and it seemed there was something missing in the regulatory system in her mind, I usually had to tell her to back off !!!!
It was a good grip, it was at home managing the reigns of her steed, so a strong grip had been learned.
I gave her her reward anyway, jamming my fist hard between the legs of her pants.
Never seemed to be too hard for her, the harder the better, and you treat nuts that way too I imagined her thinking.
Logic was always simple to her.
It was like fifty shades, but I never gave her that !!!
I just got on the bus to never return, dreaming of finding the right mean bitch or sub that didn't need coaxing.
Either way would work for me !!!!
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Hot and steamy.
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Posted:Sep 24, 2024 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2024 2:43 pm 5265 Views
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Gears and mechanical things are worth my effort.
A primal land where you only have yourself to rely on.
It was in these woods that I met the warrior women.
They only bred with hunks who'd give them offspring who could fight.
Has anyone proven that God doesn't like a fight.
We may suppose that if not for an errant rock things may still be the same here as a hundred million years ago.
Or maybe climate change was the problem.
Big things may need a steamy environment , to chew bits and make methane.
Some think it was methane that killed the dinosaurs.
So now the rules are different and it's sixty percent of the males missing out, not good looking enough, or haven't found an edge to work with.
But most ladies are getting their fill from the forty percent of males who ticked the right boxes.
Chads have prospects and are good on the eye !
Caring brilliant types .
So work is being done evolutionary wise to squeeze you out !
Many males around here, left handed misfits perhaps, too screwy to make a score in the local market found wives over seas.
As a straight male I don't understand the gay thing at all. Where do they come from?
I don't make any ground understanding this but damn some of those t's look hot, I'd love an ass like that.
A girl approached me and I thought you've gotta be kidden me, a perfect copy of my beloved Velma, black hair and glasses and a wicked body.
Proves there is a God, one looken out for me.
She invited me to her home, and made me breakfast.
That's how things happen.
Clarissa would turn out the same way, if I wasn't careful.
My boner was one step ahead again.
Like when I wake with one, my subconscious has a mind of it's own.
I'd slide Ty in there and dodge the noose but I was being drawn in, already past the point of no return, she knew I would play her game right.
Gently going in a little then after a while half way, staying there till give her a rawness.
She'd tighten herself when she was ready giving the signal that she was ready.
To punch it through her tightness, so she could scream, could mone and I'd give her that on every eighth stroke, so she knew when it was coming.
And a Goth too, I told her I was into steam punk, I could dress her the way I liked and talk like I was educated and one step ahead in the game.
I saw life differently through my lenses, I had old presses, mammoths of things that shook the earth with their hammering.
I'd forge blades, gentlemanly ones that slipped comfortably into their sheaths.
My workers toiled, cursed and grew beards.
And again it was steam that told of knockoff time, then they'd wander into the pub for refreshment.
Playing with the wenches, who'd flash their knickers for a small coin.
A life full of muscles was good and their offspring had muscles too but they didn't work those jobs any more , now they were actors.
Politely conversing with the others around at the Oscars tables.
Money , good looks and a babe with jewellery by their side.
So I got into movies myself !
I would progress along with Clarissa's project, she was a successful investor and was looking to add a creative edge to her life.
I had to put bonking her aside and remain professional.
I loved her place far away on a hill but you could still see the city way in the distance.
She took in Ty, and he'd enjoy the landscape and the pool and enjoy his place in the triangle.
We fitted neatly into a triangle and no friction existed between us.
A dysfunctional family and each knew their place.
Ty had the parents he'd dreamed of having and Clarissa would tuck him in and tell him a story whilst gently stroking his cock.
He loved that !
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