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4 years ago. Monday, December 20, 2021 at 5:12 PM

Have been ;

 

An abandoned father

An undesirable son

A trusted brother

A gas station attendant 

A heavy equipment operator 

A construction worker

A sole proprietor 

A waiter

A coward

A warrior

A dragstrip finalist

Lost 

Hurt

Severely sad

Suicidal 

Awakened

A lover

A bastard

Abused

Confused

Lonely

Drunk

Addicted

Furious

Beat up

An aggressor

A great step dad

A master

A slave

A musician  (drums, flute, guitar)

A plastic shop worker

A moto cross racer

A sojourner 

A poet

An architect 

A builder

A destroyer

A glass blowers apprentice 

A recording engineer

A cabinet maker

A ranch hand/cowboy

A pet owner

A chef

A fool

A disappointment 

A blessing

A favorite 

A black sheep

A dream

A nightmare

A clerk 

A dishwasher

A truck driver

A football player

A cheater

A victim

A dreamer

A lost soul

 

 

If you knew, to whomever you were talking to - that this was your last day on earth - what would you say to them?

 

 

*edit

A pervert

4 years ago. Monday, December 20, 2021 at 3:07 PM

Curse or blessing?

Crown or crux?

To be 'adorned' with what I have referred to most of my life as, 'a curse' -  not only a very high sex drive, but a kinky one at that. Insatiable really. Not sure if one constitutes the other, or not. I dont know.

I have been asked "when did you first know you were a Dom?" To which I would reply "I was born this way"

My first 'wet dream' at 13 years old was a woman tied to a wooden 'X' outside at night. She was topless - probably because I had seen topless women in national geographics magazines. At the time, I didnt even know what a woman looked like below the waist. (Very sheltered, lol). I was never exposed to anything like this, so my mind fabricated it.

Now, as an adult, later in life -  my drive has deminished exactly 0%.  

Edging myself to the point of insanity as of late.

Where am I going with this? Who the fuck knows. 

I can be a gentleman, of course - respectful in all regards. I can be patient, loving, caring, and compassionate  - but do take care, oh precious one, which doors you choose to open!

I blamed my kink for the demise of many of my previous relationships. ("A curse"). I felt guilt - severe guilt, for my desires. Even more so when she would give in to please me - let me play a bit. I felt like a monster. How could I want to tie up and beat someone I loved? What is wrong with me??  As hard as I would try, the desires always came back - its ugly head would rise up to destroy what could have been. Resentment builds - blame - distance . . . discord . . . End.

Ive studied psychology alot - for various reasons, but I had to try and understand.

There were pathways grooved deep into my psyche,  at the perfect impressionable age (Freud) and modalities that became ingrained into who I am (Jung) I could not stop my desires, not matter how hard I tried (Pavlov, lol).

I joined Fet way back - cant even remember how far back, but I knew kink was in me before John ever launched that site.

It was . . . .? . . . clicky? 

It just seemed like I might as well be reading a magazine with pictures. I never really connected with anyone. 

I am (or was) a member of every site out there. (Keep in mind, my 'disfunction' started long before internet was a thing).

Fast forward to a few years ago, (spring 2017), I discovered this place - it was slow going at first - but eventually,  I found like minded people  - real people. I learned that maybe im not so fucked up after all. I have a deeper understanding of the workings and whys of this lifestyle. 

I have learned alot. 

What I do in the bedroom (with a consenting adult) does not define who I am. It is part of who I am.  It is my belief that people in this lifestyle search for 'more' - deeper, more intense - a realm outside the day to day mundane - to define, or re-define roles as sexual human beings. This is the case for me, at least. The church and/or state have no right to determine what I am or am not allowed to do - or should do - with my sex life. (Ok, thats going into soapbox - I digress)

 

Anyway - to those who love me, and even to those who hate me - my peeps.

A big, heartfelt thank you!  ???⚘?

 

4 years ago. Monday, December 20, 2021 at 9:33 AM

My hands tremble for lost recompense, my head aches with swirling memories and regret. Crumbled castles and bridges burned. Wrongs I cannot amend - lies that can never be untold. Crosses I carry, burdens I bear - with a silenced tongue.

Indecision - which path, which course of invairiable demise shall I choose this time?.

 

Roll the dice . . . 

 

I suppose in some regards, these are the welts I obtain pleasure from leaving. "You are helpless now, arent you? My plaything". 

Is it compassion in this, that I feel the settled score?  

Is it love, that she lays at my feet? Willing to obsolve all transgressions? 

 

Or am I the one??

 

 

 

(Sobriety's overrated)

 

 

Just more word barf - happy Monday my peeps. ?☺

4 years ago. Saturday, December 18, 2021 at 3:47 PM

Africa on my floor

A curtain for a door

Alien in my being

Stapled to my own ceiling

I can be drunk

Like a glass of water

I can be sober

Like a plane crash

I can cry

Like a Symphony 

I can laugh

Like a landslide

I can stumble and fall

Like a chance turned regret

I can dance the waltz

Like a funeral procession

It used to be colder

In the coming years

I could have been

Afraid of fears

But ive changed my outlook - inwardly

Ive become one with change

As simplicity 

I can see beauty

Or a splinter in the I

I will taste this world with an ache

And choose to be

Fully alive

 

4 years ago. Friday, December 17, 2021 at 4:18 PM

4 years ago. Sunday, December 12, 2021 at 3:42 PM

A friend turned me on to these girls. ?

 

4 years ago. Sunday, December 12, 2021 at 10:39 AM

This  is a tale of true love, tragedy,  adventure, and mystery. 

By Jack P. (in the) Box Esq.

*All rights reserved

 

Chapter 1 

Introduction. 

 

There once was a man from Peru

Who fell asleep in a canoe 

While dreaming of Venus

He played with his penis

And woke with a hand full

Of goo.

 

 

Scene

 

Copyright December 12, 2021

Editor's notes.

"It was a pleasure working with Jack on this particular piece. I know he struggled for many years trying to get all the subtle nuances just right. I think this is one of his best works - congratulations ole boy!"

 

 

(I did not write this)

4 years ago. Sunday, December 12, 2021 at 9:18 AM

"Is she here?" I asked the bottle

"Maybe, look again"

"Is she here?" I asked the pills

"No, sorry buddy - best be movin along"

"Is she here?" I asked St Peter

"Time rests its hand upon all of mankind, my son"

"Is she here?" I asked the mountain 

"She was"

"Is she here?" I asked the river bend

"Ask the stones"

"Is she here? . . . Is she here?? . . . Is she?! . .  "

 

"Is she here?" I asked the clock

"Tick tock"

"Is she here?" I asked the highway 

"Follow me!"

 

 

 

4 years ago. Saturday, December 11, 2021 at 5:01 PM

Im in love!!  ?

 

4 years ago. Saturday, December 11, 2021 at 2:13 PM

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Oh the weather outside is

"Fuck it!"

So my dear, its time to

Suck it

And since we've no place to go

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow

 

Girl, dont you dare be stoppin

Its right there, im close to poppin!

I like when you go way down low

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow

 

When we finally kiss goodnight 

I know you'll hate goin out in the storm.

But if ive spanked that ass just right - 

All the way home you'll be warm! 

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