Oh dear i seem to have written advice
when i was a human being who forgot to be supernatural i often wasted my sexual energy on thoughts that are of little use and little joy. something like guilt, or regret, or jealousy, but also such unfortunate thoughts that they weren't fully formed enough to be called one thing or another
so a good way to become a fictional supernatural one is to help yourself by focusing on nothing but your sexuality and what you need to do with your cock-a-pole or sweet wet hole, to the point you are almost masturbating in public? well yes it could be that, but really it seems more to be about playing well with the people who you hope will become playful sexual ones that fill you and and make you cum when they arrive in your life. very nice to woo and not chase, don't deplete the self, don't make other people less pretty with your expectations of them, continue to masturbate as much as you ever did, perhaps more than before
when you find the toy/friend/beloved you want to play with (often play= fuck immensely well and hard) it is quite sweet to woo them, then intensify by degrees until you can fuck fuck fuck them into the mattress or mush them a little into the mossy carpet or grass if you are screwing them in the forest. play with them WELL. so wonderful to really watch them fill you. we like to see them cum in the same room as us, yes? well it might not last long. at times we wander off, for example i used to always listen to the same Spotify playlist and then i realised today i haven't heard it in years, that sort of thing. oh thats sounds mean and rude. i mean excitement ends or changes focus. 'passions will part to a strange melody' yes?
another thing, i do believe in monogamy, but the only monogamy that makes sense to me is a state of least accepting your beloved relates sexually to other people. this isn't cuckold, this isn't submissiveness, it's ok to describe it as a better use of love, a higher form of love. very very important to watch people pour cum so happily. think about it. how many relationships where your shared your sex with another person has been lacking in grace, lacking in generosity, lacking in joy and honesty because of what jealousy can do?
the point of writing today is to try and make sense of why so many humans stick together. seems that so often it's less to do with true sexuality or love's capacity and more to do with fearful thinking aka the ego smiting itself therefore it is the discomfort of jealousy. everyday the jealous head wonders where the lover goes, who are they talking to? this is an endless and gnarly way to meet and meet and meet the new. and it is a sad reason to keep on keeping someone company, because you are concerned they will leave!! a threat a threat a threat and all of it making you fret.
I'll end with a beware sign. beware porn story lines relay the old myths: men calling women who need to fuck a lot, sluts, and when they say sluts they mean you piece of shit, as in slut is a degradation of a thing, despite how hard their cum leaking cock is, no matter how much they want to fill a slit it still speaks of loathing women. and so much of the dominatrix's script relies on the obvious response to this type of behaviour: you worm. you piece of shit take that. etc (my impression of a dominatrix) bless. and most of this is to do with a sense of oneupmanship regarding the thing we crave. believe me the dominatrix craves dick. she relies on your wormy ways.
it's about saying yes to the bit of you craving and not getting. it's about adoring the thing that you desire and crave to make you cum and giving in to that vulnerability
when i was a jealous human being i was as sick as a parrot. sick as a dog. horrible use of bones: carrying around that USELESS LOT
at witch school we scratch it on the chalk boards "learn to enjoy sucking cunts and cocks, wet sweets to appreciate because they are pretty"
now if you'd be so sweet as to brush my hair, then we can play the Barry Lyndon ribbon game. sigh. oh that first love scene in the film . . . i always wish he'd taken the ribbon from between her breasts and then pushed it deep inside her but he was simply too high on his own nervous sex sheen that he never would have dared or thought to do it. sweeeeet wonderful boy who in later life decided to learn nothing and become a terrible shit. yes the place to end is "my advice is never be like Barry Lyndon the smooth-faced shit"
so a good way to become a fictional supernatural one is to help yourself by focusing on nothing but your sexuality and what you need to do with your cock-a-pole or sweet wet hole, to the point you are almost masturbating in public? well yes it could be that, but really it seems more to be about playing well with the people who you hope will become playful sexual ones that fill you and and make you cum when they arrive in your life. very nice to woo and not chase, don't deplete the self, don't make other people less pretty with your expectations of them, continue to masturbate as much as you ever did, perhaps more than before
when you find the toy/friend/beloved you want to play with (often play= fuck immensely well and hard) it is quite sweet to woo them, then intensify by degrees until you can fuck fuck fuck them into the mattress or mush them a little into the mossy carpet or grass if you are screwing them in the forest. play with them WELL. so wonderful to really watch them fill you. we like to see them cum in the same room as us, yes? well it might not last long. at times we wander off, for example i used to always listen to the same Spotify playlist and then i realised today i haven't heard it in years, that sort of thing. oh thats sounds mean and rude. i mean excitement ends or changes focus. 'passions will part to a strange melody' yes?
another thing, i do believe in monogamy, but the only monogamy that makes sense to me is a state of least accepting your beloved relates sexually to other people. this isn't cuckold, this isn't submissiveness, it's ok to describe it as a better use of love, a higher form of love. very very important to watch people pour cum so happily. think about it. how many relationships where your shared your sex with another person has been lacking in grace, lacking in generosity, lacking in joy and honesty because of what jealousy can do?
the point of writing today is to try and make sense of why so many humans stick together. seems that so often it's less to do with true sexuality or love's capacity and more to do with fearful thinking aka the ego smiting itself therefore it is the discomfort of jealousy. everyday the jealous head wonders where the lover goes, who are they talking to? this is an endless and gnarly way to meet and meet and meet the new. and it is a sad reason to keep on keeping someone company, because you are concerned they will leave!! a threat a threat a threat and all of it making you fret.
I'll end with a beware sign. beware porn story lines relay the old myths: men calling women who need to fuck a lot, sluts, and when they say sluts they mean you piece of shit, as in slut is a degradation of a thing, despite how hard their cum leaking cock is, no matter how much they want to fill a slit it still speaks of loathing women. and so much of the dominatrix's script relies on the obvious response to this type of behaviour: you worm. you piece of shit take that. etc (my impression of a dominatrix) bless. and most of this is to do with a sense of oneupmanship regarding the thing we crave. believe me the dominatrix craves dick. she relies on your wormy ways.
it's about saying yes to the bit of you craving and not getting. it's about adoring the thing that you desire and crave to make you cum and giving in to that vulnerability
when i was a jealous human being i was as sick as a parrot. sick as a dog. horrible use of bones: carrying around that USELESS LOT
at witch school we scratch it on the chalk boards "learn to enjoy sucking cunts and cocks, wet sweets to appreciate because they are pretty"
now if you'd be so sweet as to brush my hair, then we can play the Barry Lyndon ribbon game. sigh. oh that first love scene in the film . . . i always wish he'd taken the ribbon from between her breasts and then pushed it deep inside her but he was simply too high on his own nervous sex sheen that he never would have dared or thought to do it. sweeeeet wonderful boy who in later life decided to learn nothing and become a terrible shit. yes the place to end is "my advice is never be like Barry Lyndon the smooth-faced shit"
Pre 8 godine/godina
