From the Butterfly Chronicles : You Want to be a Bad Girl

I know your thoughts. I see them racing through your mind.  You yearn to be bad. For too long, you've had to be the good girl.  You've been wrapped up in a pretty little package and placed to the side, like a birthday gift.

You've had thoughts lately, though.  Raw, sensual, dirty, sexual thoughts.  Thoughts that need to be acted on. You want to be taken, to take what you want. You want to be fucked, hard and fast. You want to be tied up. You want to tie someone up. You want to be gagged,  to be fucked in public,  with and without someone watching.  You want to choke and to be choked.

Above all,  you want to be free; free to do all those things you know you want to do, free from society's reins. Here in my garden of Eden, you can be. Let me tempt you with my apples and the fruits from my tree of knowledge.  Let me be your Lucifer.

College: the Beach

When I was in college, I used to love going to warm climates and going to what were basically oversized frat parties. Ah, the follies of youth. The girls at spring break, though, were amazing. One year, my friends and I went down to Cancun, Mexico. We did the usual guy stuff. We went to the bars, drank our asses off, watched hot women doing wet t shirt contests, and laid out on the beach. At night, we hit the clubs and tried to score with hot girls. Like I said, typical neanderthal guy stuff.

One night, we were at one of those beach clubs when my friends and I spotted 4 girls drinking and dancing away at the bar. Being drunk and stupid, we decided it couldn’t hurt to say hi to them. As my friends started taking to the other ladies who were supermodel quality, I started taking to the mousier one. Her name was Stephanie. She was quiet and shy and seemed to be the geeky brains behind the group. She went to school at USC. She was Asian and wore black rimmed glasses. With me being the geeky brains behind my group, Stephanie and I got along great. We talked the rest of the night, then decided to ditch our collective friends the next day. We hung out at the beach, went to a few bars, then went out to a beachside restaurant that evening.

Throughout the day, we were holding hands and caressing each other. While laying out on the beach, I kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me back full on the mouth. We made out for the better part of the afternoon. After a romantic dinner at a restaurant far away from the college rowdiness, we took a walk at end end of one of the beaches. We sat down in a relatively secluded part of the beach and started making out. Our hands were traveling everywhere. She wore a blouse and skirt, while I was in a collared t shirt and jeans with sandals.

She started taking off my shirt. At first, I was taken aback. She was moving pretty quick. It wasn’t that I was going to say no. It was just that up until then, I hadn’t had a girl who wanted to make the first move or have sex in a public place. I decided to hell with it and to go for it. I quickly stripped off her clothes while she ripped off mine.

We were completely naked on a sandy beach in a warm climate. The moon bathed our lustful bodies in moonlight while the waves slowly lapped slowly around us. Off in the far distance, we could hear crowds of people at the bars going nuts with the music.

I laid back on the sand while she got on all fours and started sucking my cock. The waves crashed against our bodies as she quickly stroked my shaft and sucked on my head. I motioned for her to swing around in a 69 and put her pussy on my face. She quickly obliged. At this point, I didn’t care if we had an audience. I just wanted to eat her pussy and fuck the living shit out of her.

After what seemed like an eternity of mutual pleasure, I desperately wanted to feel my cock inside her. She swung herself around to the cowgirl position and lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. Damn, she was fuckin tight but it felt so damn good. She rode me like it was the last time she was going to have sex. She bucked back and forth, hard and fast, drilling my member. The warm ocean water surrounded our bodies. We moaned and screamed loudly. Suddenly, her body started shaking as she came. I didn’t last much longer; pumping a load of cum into her tight pussy for what seemed like forever. She collapsed onto my chest, then we laid there, enjoying the view and the moment.

We had sex a lot more times during that week and promised to write and call each other again. Of course, since it was just before the age of the internet, that proved to be futile. However, we’ll always have those memories of Cancun. They still bring a smile to my face.

TMI Tuesday

Courtesy of TMI Tuesday Blog https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com:

1. Do you believe in ESP (extrasensory perception)? No. Do you have those abilities? No.

2. Do you laugh when someone tickles you? I'm not ticklish.

3. Do you like teamwork? It's the only way to get the job done.

4. What one thing can you do today to feel you have been productive? Work on this blog. Will you do it? Already on it.

5. Finish this phrase: “Hell hath no fury like … ” Obviously, a woman scorned will be the most popular answer. It's also the most correct.

Bonus: Pick one – Sex:
1. wild or mild wild
2. day or night both
3. top or bottom both
4. weekly or monthly daily
5. noisy or silent noisy

OK, so I only played by the rules for 2 of those last ones. To me, however, rules are merely suggestions. You don't get to be great by playing by society's rules, even with a simple quiz.

Treat Her Like a Lady

There are many reasons why women cheat on their husbands and boyfriends. A big reason is that the men in their lives start taking the women for granted. They stop telling them how beautiful they are or how much they desire them.

Guys, women want be know that regardless of how long you've been with them, that they're still sexy to you.  When you're with one, tell her how beautiful she is. Tell her how pretty her eyes are or what a nice hairstyle she has. Tell her how much you like her shoes; not because you have to but because you want to. 

When you're having sex with her, tell her how good she tastes. Tell her how much you love being inside her, any part of her. Tell her how beautiful her lips are, both pair of them. Tell her how soft and smooth her skin is. Get nasty and tell her what a good fuck she is.

A woman, any woman, needs to know these things. They give her confidence and self esteem. That, in turn, will mean better sex and love for you. Oh and mean what you say. Fakeness is never a good thing. Don't over compliment but compliment, nonetheless. If you don't tell her all of these things and mean them, then she'll look for someone who will. I guarantee you, I will be that someone she's looking for because while you're wondering where she is, I'll be the one sexing her....repeatedly.

Embrace Your Demons

English: Return of the jedi logo made from 0 on photoshopo cs5 Español: Logo Return of the jedi, hecho desde 0 en photoshop cs5 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

"So be it....Jedi" - Emperor Pallpatine, Star Wars Episode VI: the Return of the Jedi

We all have demons. I've shared most of mine with you. I'm a geek who got bullied a lot when I was younger. That tends to drive my decisions throughout my life. There is something that got me over that hump.  It's called no longer giving a fuck.

As you get older, you realize that people will form an opinion of you, regardless of what you do. It may be based on your action, gender, race, whatever. The question is are you going to let their opinions rule you or are you going to rule your own life? When are you going to say "so be it" and get on with your life? Once I figured out that my life was my own, it freed me up.

I no longer run from my insecurities. I embrace them. I let them fuel my fire, not control it.  I feed off of my demons. They make me stronger, more alive. Fear doesn't own me any more. Once you've made that turn in your mindset, you'd be surprised how far you'll go and what you can and are willing to do. So embrace your demons. Don't fight against them. Once you do that, they'll free your soul.

TMI Tuesday

Courtesy of TMI Tuesday Blog https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com:

1. Are you privy to a secret about a famous person? Yes. Many. Do you read gossip about famous people in magazines or online ? Only when they show up on my Facebook or Twitter feeds.

2. Do you know of a co-worker, friend or neighbor who is currently having an affair? No. Are you having an affair? Not married so no.

3. Have you ever had a secret that made you the subject of gossip? Not that I know of.

4. Do you like hearing gossip? Sometimes. What kind interests you most, e.g. sexual behavior, drug use, lying, betrayal, etc? Sexual behavior is the only type I like to hear about.

5. Do you pass gossip on when you hear it? Not so much, no.

6. Do you consider telling your spouse or partner to be consistent with a promise not to tell? No

Bonus: What is one private thing that you would like to know about someone? Their sex lives.

Smoke 'Em if You've Got 'Em

That phrase was said in just about every World War II movie I ever saw. It was usually said during a break in the action, just before the troops were going to go off to battle. Officially, it meant that if you had cigarettes, smoke them now because shit was about to get real and you wouldn't have the chance again for a long time.

In my world, it means say how you feel about someone because you may never get the chance ever again. In other words, take advantage of your opportunities while you have them. I've said it before but it does nobody any good to say nice things about someone after that person's gone. People need to hear these things while they're still alive or around. When they're gone, the moment's past.

One of the great things that I'll treasure forever is that I got a chance to tell my uncle how much he meant to my life before he passed on a while back. At least he knew. Some people aren't so lucky. Some lives are taken too abruptly. You don't get that chance so why, when given that chance, do you not take it?

You want to start a relationship with someone? Let that person know. Who cares if you're a woman? Women get to make the first move these days. It's 2015, for God's sake. Grow some and get some. What's the worst that could happen, the person laughs at you? Been there, done that, got a guy on 42nd street hawking the t shirt to the tourists. Life is about percentages. The only percentage that's guaranteed is .000. That's the exact percentage for the number of shots you make if you don't at least try to make one.

You can live your life with a lot of regrets. Don't let not telling someone how you feel be one of them.

Cock Worship

I’ve spoken with women who have told me how much they love their pussy. They love the shape it is. They just love everything about it. Well, I love my cock. I know it’s self indulgent but I do. It’s 8" long and 2" thick. It’s cleanshaven because the ladies like that.

I love the way it feels in my hand when it’s hard. It’s like carrying around a big thick pipe. I love the way a woman’s mouth feels when she’s going up and down on it. To date, I’ve only had one woman deep throat all of it and lick my balls at the same time. I love the feel of my cum shooting into her waiting mouth; her “reward for a job well done”, as one woman told me. I love the feeling when it enters a woman. The throbbing as it moves in and out. In short, I love everything about my cock. The best thing that I like about it, though, is the way it pleases women.

TMI Tuesday

English: Major Laser performing at Sasquatch 2011 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Another TMI post from https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com:

1. What’s the most annoying song in the world? Right now, Bitch Better Have My Money.

2. What’s the saddest song in the world? Not sure. One doesn't come to mind.

3. What’s the sexiest song in the world? Anything by Barry White.

4. Name a new, to you, band or music artist that you can’t get enough of? Major Lazer 

Post a link to one of their songs. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqeW9_5kURI

5. Have you met any famous musicians? Too many to count. It's part of my job.

6. What song best describes your life? Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff

7. How important is your partner’s taste in music to you? She has to be open minded about music.

8. Do you sing in the shower? No.

9. What was the last live music show you attended? Probably a dj set at a club. 

Did you buy a t-shirt? No.

10. What’s the sweetest song in the world? One doesn't come to mind.

11. Can you play a musical instrument? Lots. It's what I originally went to college for.

12. Are you in a band or are you a performing solo music artist? Used to be out of school. Not so much now. 

13. Have you ever dated a musician? Yes.

14. Are you a groupie? No.
– If yes, for what artist/band?
– If no, do you wish you were and for what music performing artist or band? No.

Game Playing and Chasing

This is really the only comfortable way to play a Virtual Boy: supine, with a sock on your nose. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I'm not one to chase or to go after someone who's playing hard to get. I look at chasing in a couple different ways. Playing hard to get is a form of manipulation, plain and simple. You're twisting someone's emotions in order to get the response that you desire. It could be in the form of being a straight up cock tease (the ones who go to the club and lead guys on so that they can get free drinks or drugs) or it could be manipulating a person in hopes that the person will want what they can't have at the moment; thus, making you more desirable. Either way, it makes you not trustworthy and trust is a huge thing with me.

Playing hard to get is just playing games. Games are for kids and I don't play games. Life's too short to play around like that and too many people waste their time doing it. I'm straight up and was brought up to be that way. If I'm interested in you sexually, I'll let you know. If I'm interested in you emotionally, I'll let you know. You'll always know where you stand with me. There's never a need to chase.

Real Men Go Down

Black sesame soft ice cream. in Kakunodate, Akita, Japan. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This one's for all the men (and probably a few women). Go down on a woman. Go down on every part of her if she likes it. I can't stress that enough.

Fellas, let's be blunt here. If you expect a woman to give you a blow job, then you better be eating her pussy. Otherwise, it's not fair. Real men eat pussy. If she wants you to lick her crack, you better lick it with gusto. If she wants you to tongue her ass hole, you go down on it like it's ice cream. If you don't know how, you better learn. Watch some videos on the internet and practice, practice, practice. Practicing like this is fun, you know? :)

You do everything sexually to a woman in order to pleasure her. If you do, then that woman will be calling you at all hours of the day and night wanting you to come and please her again. That's a win win in my book.

TMI Tuesday

Little Caesars Pizza Station in Brno, Czech Republic (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Another TMI from https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com.

1. Which would you rather do and why?
a. yard work or house work
b. hike or run
c. outdoor sports or indoor sports
d. fast food burger from the drive-thru or sit-down salad
e. yoga or aerobics
f. ice-cream or cake; what kind?
g. ice cubes or hot wax; where? why?
h. beneath the sheets or on top?

C although something having to do with music should have made this list.

2. What was your favorite subject in high school/secondary school/upper school? Science

3. Do you get a full 8 hours of sleep a night? Usually 6 or 7.

Why or why not? It's usually interrupted sleep because my brain is always overactive.

4. What is your favorite comfort food? These days, it's usually something from Little Caesars although I always pay for it the next day.  

5. Do you match up your socks after washing and drying them, and before putting them away? The laundromat usually does a good job with that.

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Always proudly black.

Black Fetish

A while back, there was a story that came out about 2008 Republican vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin. Apparently, there's an unauthorized biography about her, in which the biographer claims that Sarah had a one night stand in 1987 with (at that time college) basketball superstar Glen Rice (the story has since been confirmed by Glen Rice).

During the early part of the college basketball season, Alaska hosts a yearly college basketball tournament called the Great Alaskan Shootout. The story went that Sarah had sex with Glen Rice while she was a sports reporter for an Alaskan television station and Glen was playing for the University of Michigan.

I thought about this story not to bash or to make fun of Sarah Palin or any perceived hypocrisy on her part for some of the things she may or may not have said over the years. I thought about this because of a line that I read in the first article that I saw when rereading about this story. The "reporter" supposedly quoted someone who said "Sarah and her sisters had a fetish for Black guys for a while". Either there are more Black guys in Alaska than first thought or the Palin family got their "Black fetish" on during the tournament every year.

That line lead me to recall the times that I have been told over the years that a woman was only sleeping with me because I was Black and that she only wanted to have sex with a Black guy to get it out of her system (this especially happens when I go to Vegas or South Beach). I suppose that women choose me for this because I'm a pretty clean cut guy and that I come from a middle class background and therefore, safe to fuck. That or because of the way media builds up the myth of the Black male as a "thug" lover with the huge cock who will rough White women up (see virtually any interracial porn video).

In America, it goes back to slavery. Slave owners would make the strongest Black men and women breed with each other in order to have stronger Black slaves. White slave owners' wives (and slave owners themselves like Thomas Jefferson) would get turned on by their slaves and have sex with them. Nowadays, there are White married women who will have sex with Black men in front of their husbands (again, see just about any interracial or amateur porn video). I guess they figure that if it's with a Black guy and hubby approves, then it's not cheating.

I will admit to being hypocritical on the matter in that I've used this fact to my advantage a lot and probably will continue to use it. After all, who am I to turn down sex with a beautiful woman, even if it's only to help them live out some fantasy. You want to fuck me because I'm Black and you've never been with a Black guy before? Fine then, we're fucking, so long as I think that you're good looking or sexy. You use me as a check mark on your bucket list, then I use you as a notch on my bedpost.

I will also admit to being rough and thug-like sometimes when I want to be and to not exactly being small when it comes to penis size. However, I love and have all kinds of sex. Sometimes it's rough, sometimes it's kinky and sometimes it's seductive and loving. I've never been with a certain race because I have a "fetish" for them. I'm actually pretty much equal opportunity when it comes to women. I sleep with women in spite of race, not because of it.

However, I've also had women say that they wouldn't sleep with me because they didn't "do" Black guys. That, to me, is the "you can fuck one of them but don't ever marry one of them" mentality. For some people, it's a "rebellious" act to sleep with someone from another race when you're young in order to piss off your parents or whoever (much like smoking, drinking, staying out late) or because the Black fetish (much like bondage) is now the mainstream thing to do.. However, you get it out of your system and fall back to the confines of whatever your social group deems is "acceptable behavior". For some, it's a bucket list item. See different places, try new things, fuck a Black guy. At least, that's what some people think.

There is something about all of this that I wonder about, though. If having sex with Black people is such a turn on, then why don't we see Black people having sex on tv or in the movies more? It's rare that you even see Black people having sex on screen at all. I think the world still has a long way to go when it comes to stupid stereotypes.

The Butterfly Chronicles - the Hunter Strikes

Your kiss, lethal to the touch. Your lips intoxicate me, weakening my resolve. When we met, I was the hunter; the one in control. Silly me. I was so distracted by your tongue searching the inside of my mouth that I didn't feel the cold steel of handcuffs that encircled my wrists, binding them to my bedpost until it was too late. Hunted by seduction. I should have seen it coming. I'm powerless, putty in your hands.

So, what will you do now that you have me as your prisoner? Oh, I see. You've decided to pull off my pants and underwear. My cock was ready for you to command at will since our first kiss. All 8 throbbing inches burst out as the stretched band of my underwear releases the head from its constraints. 

You gasp, then smile. You lick your lips, the saliva lubricating your plump lips. The salivate over what you're going to do with it. Shall you sit on it, giving it the pleasure that is your sugar walls? Not just yet. First, you have to pleasure your mouth. You love the taste of a hard throbbing cock. You crave it. You know that to control a man, to bring him to his knees, a dog at your whim, you will bring all of your oral skills to light.

Your first weapon will be your eyes. You study me, gauging my reaction as your mouth dances in rhythm up and down my throbbing member. You never lose eye contact through it all, except when studying my cock. You stare intensely, watching the large vein pulse with excitement. You smile, knowing that you're the one making me feel this way.

Your teeth drag up and down, feeling every bump in each vein. You increase your rhythm, stopping long enough to go further south to lick and suck on my balls. I try to resist. I think of everything else to not unleash my load. I can't let you win. I had plans of conquests, not to be captured, my cock being used as a fuck toy. 

Then, you find my ultimate weakness. Your fingers go south, crawling on the crack of my ass until they find their ultimate destination. You insert a couple fingers into my asshole while you continue sucking my balls as your hands stroke up and down my shaft. My resistance becomes futile. My breathing becomes heavier. You laugh, knowing you're going to make me cum soon. "Cum, baby, cum" you repeat over and over again. I thrust my hips up and down, bucking like an out of control bronco. My heart pounds heavier, my breathing more erratic, my moans and grunts become louder.

I can't help myself. You have me. You control me. I can't stop this. You're a pro, a succubus sent to have your way with me, then leave me a broken shell of a man, discarded, pleading for more. My volcano starts to flow upwards. Suddenly, I cry out in painful pleasure as my creamy lava erupts into your waiting mouth. You suck in every drop, tasting my cum on your lips and tongue. 

Once you're done milking me, I notice that you haven't spit, nor have you swallowed. Your body moves upwards. Your lips come to mine. You start to kiss me, only I find that you're spitting my cum back into my mouth. I swallow, sharing your reward for your job well done, as our tongues intertwine. I am yours. You have won. You laugh. You knew you were going to win the entire time. The hunter became the hunted, captured, bagged, tagged, torn, broken, spent, as it should be.

TMI Tuesday

Another TMI from https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com.

1. Why do you go to the movies?
a. To feel
b. To think
c. To escape
d. To enjoy the air conditioning

I never actually go to the movies. I just don't have time. Plus, I hate spending crazy New York City prices for movies that pretty much suck these days. 

2. In the last six months, have you viewed more movies at home or at the movie theatre? 

Definitely at home.

3. What was the last movie you watched at home? Something on Netflix.

At the theatre? None

4. Which do you enjoy most in a movie?
a. Two beings battling to death such as Godzilla and Mothra (or any foe), Gladiator
b. Car chase scene such as Ronin, Fast & the Furious
c. Major heist such as Italian Job, Ocean’s Eleven, Snatch
d. Epic battle scene such as Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings: Two Towers

Actually, all of the above.

5. In your opinion, which movie(s) have the best or most enjoyable sex scenes? For me, all of the best erotic movies were either done in the 1990s or on Cinemax back during their Skinemax days. The last sex scene that I thought was pretty erotic was probably something from a tv show: Banshee, to be precise.

6. Which of these is your favorite Hollywood movie plot?
a. Boy meets girl
b. The Jesus Story (apocalyptic; someone is saving the world)
c. Fish out of Water
d. Buddy movie

B

7. What is your favorite movie genre? (Thriller, comedy, action/adventure, drama, mystery, fright, etc.) Action / adventure.

8. In movies, what makes you cry?
a. mistreatment of a prime, likeable character
b. gushy, mushy romance (e.g., marriage proposals, couple finally proclaim their love)
c. very scary jump-out-at-you, make-you-pee-your-pants scenes
d. anyone or anything dying

A

Bonus: What is your favorite movie? Star Wars 

Why? Always has been since childhood.

Porn Star Tales Part 2

Pornographic actress Gauge. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have a party buddy I'll call Porn. She's not someone I hang out with unless she's at the same club that I'm at. We share mutual friends. The thing is that while I consider her more of an acquaintance than a friend, she's actually a rather interesting person and has lead quite the life.

When we're at the clubs, we'll have great conversations. The first thing she'll always tell you is that it’s a minefield being a porn star. With all the traps to it, it takes a strong person to navigate the industry and make money in it, according to Porn. Porn should know. She’s been at it for a few years and makes a good living at it.

She’s done everything related to the industry. She’s been a feature dancer at strip clubs. She’s been an escort and a call girl (not sure what the difference is). She runs her fan website and makes a lot of money doing those one-on-one cam shows. Actually, she’s made a shitload of money doing all of that. You would be surprised how much money people, both male and female, will pay cam girls sometimes.

She’s also been on the bad, stereotypical side of the industry. She’s had a boyfriend who thought he was her pimp. She’s been physically and sexually abused. She’s fucked many celebs. In fact, when she’s not working, she says she’ll only fuck celebs and rich people. That’s why I won’t even attempt to get with her. She’s done drugs. Actually, she’s done lots of drugs. Another reason why I won’t even attempt to get with her.

She’s seen a lot of celebs behaving badly, as have I. If she ever wrote a book, she could blow the lid off of Hollywood. Some of the guys who she’s fucked are supposedly happily married. She’s been passed around in hotel rooms by players on the same sports team. She’s seen the glamour and the pain. Through it all, she’s actually managed to keep her sanity.

The one thing she says about famous people is that the more successful they get, the more insecure they get, which leads to their bad behavior. I would tend to agree with that. It’s good to remember that when you’re watching awards shows, wishing you were these people. Sometimes, the grass isn’t greener on the other side. I stopped hero worshipping stars a long time ago. People like Porn, who have crawled into the darkest parts of both the porn and entertainment industries,  keep reminding me why.

Porn Star Tales Part 1

English: Cherie (porn star) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Party buddies. Everybody has them. People who you wouldn’t call friends but you have a good time with them when you’re at the clubs. One of mine is a semi famous porn star (no, I haven’t fucked her, for reasons that I’ll explain about in a later blog). We have mutual friends and see each other every now and then.

One night, not too long ago, we were in the vip section of a New York club with a lot of celebrities and, of course, groupies. We obseved this one groupie who purposely walked by a famous married athlete’s table at least 7 times before the athlete finally noticed her and called her over to his table. After about a half hour, we noticed that she disappeared. After looking a little closer, we finally noticed the groupie was under the table giving the athlete a blowjob.

It was at this point that my porn star drinking buddy and I got into a few deep conversations about groupies, the entertainment industry, and the porn star industry. A lot of it I already knew from being in the trenches of the entertainment industry and being privy to a lot of very bad behavior. Some things, though, I had not heard of before.

Groupies can basically be broken down into 4 categories, according to Porn, as I’ll call her from now on. The first type are the girls who like to fuck for ego sake. They love sex and get off on the fact that they’re fucking someone either rich or famous. They like the perks that come along with it but mainly, it’s just because they like fucking famous people so that they can brag about it. You usually find those women on Twitter, talking about popping bottles in clubs, hanging out with this celeb & that athlete. It helps their self worth, I suppose.

The second type are the girls who fuck these guys for the money. This group has 2 subtypes. The first subtype are the girls who fuck for material things. When they fuck, they expect to get paid, either with money (which would technically make them call girls or hookers, depending on your point of view) or with gifts, like expensive clothes, breast implants, injections, trips, whatever. I know of a groupie who got flown out with another groupie to an exotic island to visit a famous rapper who was on tour, just so he could have a 3some with them.

The second and more dangerous subtype are the groupies who look at these guys as welfare checks. They want to get pregnant by these guys so that the famous guy will pay child support. They then might use that money to help take care of the kid. Most times, though, they use it to buy expensive things or to hunt for another famous guy.

The next type of groupie is the type who fucks famous guys for career advancement. These are usually the models, singers,  actresses, and wannabes who think that being seen with a famous guy will help their careers. It usually works. A lot of the time, guys will take advantage of this; hence, the casting couch mentality. I know of a guy who owns one of those model magazines who has a basic way of working. First, he the fucks the models in his magazine a few times. If the girl’s good in bed, that girl gets the magazine cover. If they suck in bed or decide not to put out to this guy, they get bounced and in some cases, blacklisted. I’m sure there will eventually be a lawsuit one day. For now, that’s his game and the ladies have to play it.

The last type of groupie is the type who looks at these guys as life long meal tickets. They want to bed these guys, in hopes that these guys will fall in love with them and marry them; thus, insuring that they’ll be taken care of for the rest of their lives.

Now, I’m not saying that all women who sleep with these guys are like this. I’m not even saying that it’s only women. Lord knows I’ve seen a lot of men who do this with both male and female celebs. Plus, when you think about it, a lot of the blame has to be given to the celeb. They know that there are people out there doing this to them, yet they choose to ignore that fact and have their fun. Whatever floats their boats, I suppose.

I just thought it was funny that Porn broke it down so easily. She oughta know. She’s a self confessed one of these types of women. I won’t tell which one she said she was. You can’t hate the player. Hell, sometimes, you can’t even hate the game.

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TMI Tuesday

I saw this list on the TMI Tuesday blog a while back.

1. LUST (excessive sexual appetites):
Besides your current significant other, for whom do you lust or who have you lusted for in the past?
   Lust is my favorite vice.
Does your significant other know about your lustful desires?
   Too many to number. I don't actually have a significant other at the moment, which leaves me free to lust.

2. GLUTTONY (over-indulgence):
What food brings out your inner glutton?
   Probably pizza when I'm not dieting.

3. GREED (avarice):
When it comes to sex, what are you greedy for?
   To make a woman cum.
When it comes to things, what is it that you want more than your need or deserve?
   money, of course.

4. SLOTH (idleness/procrastination):
Name a task or activity in which you perpetually procrastinate?
   laundry.

5. WRATH (anger) is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury.
a. Describe a time that you were very angry?
   Today at work when others weren't pulling their weight.
b. Have you ever been so angry that you thought about revenge?
   Yes
Did you seek it?
   Yes. His name was Osama Bin Laden. I survived 9/11 and the aftermath. I lost 3 friends that day. This one was personal for me. I'm glad he's dead.

6. ENVY (jealousy):
Who or what do you envy?
   I'm envious of male bodybuilders' bodies.
Why?
   I can't get that muscular so I just focus on what I have. Still....

7. PRIDE (vanity) is the love of one’s own excellence, and it is considered the worst of the 7 Deadly Sins:
a. When preparing to meet a lover, what are you most vain about?
   My face.
b. What sexual skill are you overly proud and boastful about?
   The fact that I have a big cock and I know how to use it for pleasure.
c. What part of your body are you proud of, boastful about?
   Again, my cock.

Bonus: What sin do you think is your greatest virtue? For example, what bad thing makes you more appealing?
   Lust. It definitely makes me more appealing.

The Butterfly Chronicles - the Hunter and the Hunted

Flesh (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I'm a dog in heat. A primal pleasure beast. A carnivore, hunting for flesh; your flesh. A hunter not to hurt you, but to please you, to be pleased, to love you, to make you feel loved. I need to feel your skin on mine, your hot breath gasping into my face, my ears, my neck. I need to feel your nails clawing into me, ripping my skin, piercing into my flesh, making me scream, your eyes burning through my soul.

I need to feel your sweat pouring on top of me, drenching me with the byproduct of our sexual adventures. I need to feel my cock pulsating inside of you, every part of you. I need to feel your teeth as you drag them up and down every throbbing inch of my cock. I need to feel your tongue flick the tip of it, then trailing saliva onto it. I need to feel your lips encircle it, while your throat muscles milk my creamy goodness from it.

I need to have an erotic workout. I need to study every inch of you, every curve. I need to fuck you in so many positions, exploring what makes you tick, what makes you cum. Perhaps driving my cock up your ass will make you ride harder, as I pound you hard, pulling your hair backwards as I hear you scream erotic screams.

I need to feel your pussy muscles suck my cock inside of you, trapping it with your tightness. I need to feel your pussy muscles contract around it, squeezing it, enticing my cum out of my muscular pipe.

I feel it. My blood boiling, my veins burning, my breath shortening, my heart pounding, my muscles tightening, my cock throbbing. My body's raging, wanting you, needing you to extinguish the erotic flame burning inside me, waiting to be sated.

I know you need the same things. You feel that primal urge, that need to fuck and to be fucked. Your pussy is wet just thinking about it. You're twitching your legs, squeezing them as you feel that tingling between your thighs. You're primed and ready for it. You need to ride hard, to be ridden hard. You need to grind into my hips, feeling every inch of me inside you. You need to feel thigh upon thigh, skin upon skin.

You sense it. That time is near. The howling, the grunting, the grinding, lust building, the inferno blazing. The satisfaction one gets from being pleased, from pleasing another. The feeling of temptation accomplished. The barking at the moon, the call of the wild, the erotic yearning of flesh unfulfilled. You're hunting, too. Come hunt me. 

Listen

If your parents were anything like mine, you were told sometimes that it's better to be seen and not heard. What you probably weren't taught was that it's better to listen than to speak. The same goes when it comes to being with women.

Women want to be respected. A big part of that is that they also want people to listen to what they have to say. Let them speak.

If you're with a woman, the last thing she wants to deal with is you yapping on and on about your job, your friends, your exes (NEVER talk about your exes....NEVER!!), or your material things; especially your material things. If she wants to hear about all of that, turn around and run out the door.

Let the lady talk about her feelings, what she's been up to, her ideas. Oh and really listen. Don't do one of those zoning out routines, throw in a few "yes" and "uh huh" and think that it's not going to be noticed because it will be.

There is one exception to the rule. Listen but don't become her bitching sponge. Don't be that guy she goes to just to bitch and moan. The second that happens, two things should happen. The first is that you should realize that you're going to get thrown into that "friend" category. That's the category where you're never going to have sex with her because she "doesn't want to hurt the friendship". Then, she'll bitch to you about the guys that she's fucking and you'll REALLY get upset.

The second thing that should happen is that you should put a stop to the bitching....any way you can, short of murder. It's not fair to you and it's not fair to her.