Name' sake

I saw a commercial that said I could grow my 'tool' by up to 5 inches with this one simple pill!! 😃

I ordered it and it should be arriving any day now!

Omg im so excited!!

The question "does size matter" may have been asked before, im not sure

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Thats not what this blog is about.

Its about the mail system - I mean, wtf!? Right??

Butt seriously ☝️

Im seeing commercials with women saying things like  "I had to tell him I couldnt be with him because he was just too small"  -  paraphrasing but yeah.

Not on porn sites - on youtube!

preying on insecurities - which is a multi-billion dollar industry. 

Yeah, this is what society needs right now! More insecurity!!

* * * * * 

My fire has been unnaturally silent this morning - not one snap, crackle, or pop - should I throw some milk on it?

Its comforting and disturbing at the same time.

2am.

Lost in contemplation . . . 

Ive grown to hate the cold, I sold my sled a long time ago - but yet I find myself in a sub-zero climate - snowed in for four days now, im running out of snacks . . . And vitamin D. Its supposed to be quite warm by Wednesday though. I think mom is off her meds again.

If you do self play, does that mean you are the sadist and the masochist at the same time? 🤔

Blatherings of the winter discontented

Butt 👇

(not mine)

Happy Monday peeps! 👋 🙂

Ya know, if you think about it - every criminal who has ever commited a crime, was not a criminal the day before. 🤔

I mentioned awhile back that my drivers license had been revoked. (Resolved btw). Anyway, the way I found out my license had been revoked - I got the ole red n blue lights right after I pulled into the post office. The post master is a friend of mine and he watched the whole thing. As soon as the ordeal was over I walked in to get my mail - the first thing he said was "that was profiling". I replied "I know, right?"

Ive experienced this my entire life because I look a certain way (mainly my long hair). I chuckled at the irony it says "in god we trust" on the back of his squad car. Ya know, that long haired guy . . . .

Buuuuuuut I digress

Which brings me to the point of this blog.

People that see with more than their eyes. 

Or better yet, people who dont.

We are creatures of patterns - its basically in our dna. Thus stereotypes exist. Its survival at its base. That can help us and it can hurt us. Chances we missed out on because of a preconceived notion a person or thing is a certain way.

Cats and dogs like me, horses, birds, etc - the entire wildlife kingdom seems to like me. Children like me, and of course, the sighted like me. But there are those who dont, based solely on my appearance.

A few days ago I was at the store filling up a 6 gal water jug. Just standing by the machine lost in thought - it was early morning and hardly any patrons. I got startled when I heard "boo!" - a rather elderly, very small woman smiled at me as she walked past behind me - I will never forget that.

Our marriage counselor was a very sweet 72 yo woman who had been at it for over 45 years, ushered us into her session room carrying one of those "pocket dogs". As we all sat down she says to me "now I gotta tell you, she doesnt like strangers and she doesnt like men" - I thought, "and shes here why??" - then she exited for a few minutes (I dont remember why) and left the dog on her chair. She was startled to discover when she returned her dog was in my lap. It continued to dumbfound her the entire session. Her dog was even licking the back of my hand.

Ive had many examples like this throughout my life but ill save those for the book ill never write.

Is this a trait that can be learned? Taught?

The ability to see with more than your eyes?

Or is it too contrary to our survival instincts?

Thinking outloud

If a tree falls on your house - thats a happening.

Certain lifes lessons come into play. Your resolve is tested, your stoic fortitude is called to the forefront.

What will you do? How will you handle this?

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If someone cuts down a tree so that it falls on your house - well, thats something completely different, isnt it? 

Lets look at whats really going on here.

Now, Newtons first law states, if a tree falls in the woods and theres no woman there to hear him . . . .

You get the point.

A stark contrast in emotion and response between the given two scenarios, yes?

The outcome is the same - downed tree/squashed house.

Lets suppose in scenario number 1, a strong wind storm - and in scenario number 2, a completely random act by someone you didnt know - therefore, no case of vengence or payback, ect - completely random.

In the first case, you may have someone or something to blame - God, the devil, bad luck forced upon you - whatever - you will blame something

But nothing you can "pay back" or seek restitution from.

In the second case you clearly have a target to blame.

Cause and effect, right?

This exersize causes one to take a deep dive into understanding their responses to any given event that happens in their life.

How do you respond? And why?

I just recently via random traffic stop, discovered my drivers license had been revoked - I had no clue.

Devistating, as you can imagine - cant drive!?? Wtf!??

As the dust settled I called upon my knowledge, my training if you will - stoicism.

I realized this is just another "happening" in my life.

What seems a kick in the balls might end up a blessing. Im putting feelers out there trying to arrange rides so I can get this taken care of and who knows - the person I meet might change the course of my life. Its happened before. Several times to be honest.

As this man made construct of "this year" comes to a close - ive had good happenings, and bad happenings - and as the new year starts, I know the same will be true - things in which I was blessed, and things in which I seemed cursed, will happen.

My wish for myself, and all - is that we all have the understanding - this is life.

"isnt it great to be alive!"

"god ive missed this!" His trembling hands devoured her soft round ass, her bare back, her perfect thighs . . . 

She had done as she was told - high heels, garter and thigh high black stalkings, no panties - bent over the footboard of the bed.

Alan had so many ideas swimming around in his head - what he was going to do to her. Unfortunately he over estimated his ability to control himself - his swollen cock slipped into her after only a few moments of toying with his prey. He was surprised at how 'receptive' she was, which brought him to orgasm that much quicker.

. . . . 

Nine days prior -

(text)

"so you're not going to help me?"

               "I laid out the terms Ellen"

"Im not going to agree to that!"

               "take it or leave it, sup to you"

. . . .

The terms ;

$2500 the first of every month will be direct deposited into Ellens account via a specially set up bank account.

Ellen will arrive at Alans house every Saturday at 3pm, dressed as she is told, and will do as she is told (exceptions were included in the draft).

For every Wednesday that Ellen shows up at 3pm, 12.5% of the loan does not have to be paid back.

Conflicting schedules will be discussed and negotiated on for a replacement day.

On good faith, the first payment will be made in advance the Friday before start of the contract.

Terms of repayment of loan simply stated as "within a timely manner"

. . . .

He collapsed onto her back, his energy drawn from him in a whirlwind of pleasure.

His breath began to slow and he made his way to the side of her neck.

"feel better big boy?" She said abruptly as she stood up - pushing him off of her.

A few moments in the bathroom and she dawned her full length coat and without a word - left.

(text later that night)

"that was hot"

she didnt respond

. . . .

Much to Alans surprise, Ellen showed up Wednesday - he didnt really expect she would.

He laid out a description of what she was to wear, "should she choose to", for Wednesday -

and as per his instructions, heels, white panties with white garter and stalkings, and matching bra.

Things were a little more drawn out than the previous Saturday, but similiar - and again he was surprised to feel how "receptive" she was.

After he was done, when he leaned into her she pulled away with a "well you liked that, didnt you stud" - or to that effect  - a little pat on the cheek, and out the door she went.

Something was changing - or had changed.

"love her with a hard-on" and "hate her with a hard-on" are two curious sides of the same coin - at least from a mans perspective anyway.

I suppose "make love to me" and "fuck me like you hate me"  would be a womans?

I dont know -

Spring had become summer - sweltering heat, humidity - sweat.

The natural progression of such things

. . . . 

His belt landed even harder against her oil soaked ass, now covered in raised welts - her arms tied up to the posters of the bed - legs spred and tied to the bottom.

She only let out groans of pain with each blow, sometimes louder, sometimes barely audible - she took it.

He had already 'forced' her to cum twice - once before he tied her, and once while she was tied.

"She never came like that when we were together, thats for sure" Alan later thought to himself, laying in bed re-counting the day.

All communication between them stopped, outside of their "sessions". Once in awhile Alan would text her but she never responded so he gave up.

And as always, a quick stop in the bathroom - a 'condescending' remark - and out the door she went.

. . . . 

"nose in the corner or ill whip you again!" Alan barked 

"I have to pee"

"I said no! You can hold it!"

there was no time frame specified in the contract - an oversight Ellen sorely regretted.

Whatever Alan dished out, she took it - she just took it.

He would whip her, force her to deep throat, make her stand in the corner, slap her, tie her in all sorts of different positions -

she   just   took   it.

. . . .

"hey" he said from the couch as she was heading for the door -

she stopped and looked back at him . . . .

A million words exchanged, without a single one being spoken.

~ fin

*based on a true story though names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.

Any similarity between actual persons is purely coincidental.

No animals were harmed in the making of this production.

Part 1 👉

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He hated that she could still stir those feelings in him - that body, those full lips . . .

"Ya know Ellen, I still . . ."

"I need money Alan" she flatly interrupted

The sudden shift caused him to take a heavy pull on his drink, feeling a bit stupid for what he was about to say

"how much?"

"30 thousand"

he laughed outloud at the idea

"yeah, ok" he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes toward her.

Her face was completely blank of expression

"I will pay you back" she said, mustering the slight bit of sincerity that she was able. She hated having to turn to him but had no other options.

. . . .

"Ellen, its still mor . . ."

"make me another fucking drink!"  She demanded, shoving her glass at him.

"you're serious? 30 thousand dollars?"

"you think its easy for me to turn to you for help?"

"well, I mean . . . Why? Whats going on?"

"They are going to foreclose on my house" the dread in her voice apparent

"your house"  

"ya know what! Fuck you Alan! I knew this was a mistake!" She snapped harshly at him - stood up and headed towards the door.

"ok, ok - hang on second - just hang on a second, dont go"

she paused, hand on the doorknob

"come on, sit back down"

. . . . 

The scene was set, discordant poetry in motion.

The human psyche dabbling in dirty dealings.

Coming apart and back together again,

in a different light

. . . . 

Time did what time (and alcohol) does, the details were spelled out and emotions roller-coasted a bit, and they both took a deep breath.

"Thats alot of money Ellen, where would I - I mean, how would I come up with that much?"

He couldnt help but notice her skirt had worked its way up her leg - he always loved those legs.

"I'll let you fuck me" she blurted out, with just the hint of a slur

"oh you will, will you? How generous" 

They both snickered at the obsurdity of it all, getting drunk midday with each other - violent enemies not all that long ago.

"im serious" she said, crossing her legs over the other way, the skirt sliding a bit higher

"baby you were good, but not that good" he chuckled.

"fuck you!"

"well, I mean - 30 grand! Come on - it'd damn well be more than once!"

"ok, how many times"

his mind was spinning "what the fuck am I doing?"

she sat quietly, legs crossed - her foot gently swinging up and down - arms crossed and holding her drink. It was interesting to see her in this light - he was getting aroused in a way that was foreign to him.

"you're drunk"

"phff, im not dunk"

. . . . 

Alan paced the room, nervous - the implications . . .

12:30 - the knock he had been waiting for (at 12)

"come in, how are you feeling?"

"not so good, my head hurts"

"well, you're certainly looking good - wow!"

heels, loose white blouse, stalkings, and a skirt shorter than she had ever worn when they were together.

This time it was coffee, and a bit of awkward flirting, mostly on his part.

They both realized this was actually happening.

"we need to discuss terms"

"yeah, and?" She replied  'snarkily'

He reached for her leg and she slapped his hand away.

"ok, twice a week until its paid back, and I get to do those things you wouldnt let me do"

"once a month" she retorted "I think I can stomach that - and NO, you're not doing 'those things' to me"

end of part 2

The cowering crusaders with fork and sword

Pick up the empty to join the horde

The shortest of treks with lengthy words

Run like sheep and cattling herds

My caste may bleed with scattered seeds,

But wanton be your futile deeds.

"damn you! I dont need your judgement!"

"you think I dont feel your down cast eyes?"

"you sit there silently judging me"

"are you any damn better!?"

"why wont you say something!??"

"are you too scared to do something!?"

"fuck you! I dont need you!!"

"you dont know me!!"

mirrors, am I right?  🙄

Duplistic annihilation of ones own ideology, heresay of ones own thoughts.

Bereft of free will, take the blue pill!

Options optional.

Plan to be spontanious.

"life is pain" said Buddha

"ikr!" Said the masochist 😏

Where do we go from here?

One day a guy said "you know what? Im gonna sell rocks and call them pets"

People laughed . . . . 

He made 15 million freeking dollars!!!!

One day a guy said "im gonna make an instagram girl"

People laughed . . . . 

'Aitana Lopez" makes 11 thousand dollars a month!!

"Blac Chyna" earns 20 million dollars a month on onlyfans - 20 million dollars A MONTH!!!

I was cold and in putting another log on the fire I burnt my hand  🤔

Roy Sullivan was struck by lightening 7 times in his life - setting a world record - and died at the age of 71 by, of all things - suicide

I think my Ai girlfriend might be che

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Ive been learning to blink one eye at a time - its going well

Existentialism states . . . 

#wakethefuckup!!

I dont mean to boast, but . . . 

Ive invented a few things in my time 😏

The left handed pen

The decaffienated coffee table

Glow in the dark light bulbs

A Chuck Norris proof suit

To name a few.

I have also laid the foundation for the 

Orginization against Occasional Penis Slips

Grocery store psychological trickery has never worked on me - I go straight to what im after and leave the store.

Ive never bought anything because I saw an ad for it

And $9.99 has always pissed me off! Its 10 dollars fuckers!

I dont use Instagram, tiktok, or facebag

And Alexa is a whore

Heaven help me . . . 

There are 4 types of women in my life

1 - those who love me

2 - those who hate me

3 - those who hate me but with regret

4 - those who are indifferent

*edit

5 actually - those who love me but with regret

If you have skeltons twerking in your closet ill call them out.

Thats where it either goes wrong or it becomes intensely deep.

I suppose that includes women on here

(I felt that eye roll)

but the truth is - I never meant anyone harm.

I just seek to get to the root of who you are.

I am anything but superficial.

"the truth shall . . . something something"

its a curious thing when you delve deep into a womans heart - kindof scary really.