For those out there doing self improvement,whether it's your character, mental well-being, or dropping some weight.
Listen to it, sing it, believe it and keep up the damn good work!
I'm fuck'n proud of ya!
Max
There are things I'm willing to do though I'm not a fan of it... Glamping, camping, being away from my technology. I bought a house so I didn't have to live in the woods or shelter in a cave but AngelBunny wanted to go camping. We made an agreement to glamp instead... Rustic cabin in the mountains of Tennessee along one of the many rivers.
We took a hike along a creek, up into the mountains and it was quite lovely.
Crossed a bridge of questionable soundness but we enjoyed ourselves.
Though I find some mountains are more beautiful than others...
Mmmmm, momma. MILK!
Earlier this week I spent somewhere around 9hr writing up an intellectual blog about what it's like to be a Sadist. Gave some insight on how I think and what I feel is why I think that way.
Then I remembered, I'm a Sadist, and deleted that bitch in .02 seconds.
That's what it's like. Take it as you will.
Max
Stupid songs that pop up on your player while you're trying to have a serious conversation....
Makes your toes tap and "feel" shit...
Perhaps not all bad but guu!
Walking down the street, gaming on my phone with my earless headphones on, at two o'clock at night. The streetlights of the moderate size town wherein i find myself are decorated for Halloween; its perfect weather for me... The smell of oaky earth tones mixed in the cool crisp air of the night and I see the moment from the corner of my eye. I've heard the light scuff of a shoe, the accidentally kick of a pebble and the wind was at my back, driving their scent to me. Homeless most likely, but does it really matter? I can feel thier intention and I haven't killed a monster in my game for at least five minutes now... Not that they would know that I stopped my music and have been faking my game play since they fell in behind me. Could I be wrong, sure. Perhaps I'm imagining something in my mind, like the knife they keep hidden behind their left leg or the slow increase of speed as they try to soft shoe closer. Maybe they are just light on their feet and just so happen to be traveling my way.
"Excuse me, sir... Do you have a light?" I hear the man say as I continue on as though I don't know he's there.
"Sir" He says a bit louder, quickly closing the gap as I step into the dimmer section of the sidewalk, shadowed by the hay bails and Halloween display.
"Excuse Me, Sir!" he says louder. His hand taps down on the shoulder of my phone arm and no sooner touches me then I spin, taking my phone up over his arm and around to lock his elbow in an armbar. My free hand strikes out as he goes to his tiptoes from my lift of the armbar, the knife revealed but useless in the moment. The hollow between finger and thumb lands solid in the throat punch, causing him to drop his knife as he grabs for his throat. Quickly stepping in and landing my foot behind his leg, I rip him off balance, dropping him to the side walk like a sack of potatoes. He tries his damnedest to shuffle back away from me as his eyes balk in panic, his coughing frenzies as he searches for words. My fangs slide forth and my eyes go black while I slip my phone into my back pocket...
In the blink of the eye, I suddenly appear crouched next to him. "Sorry..." I whisper in a smooth cold tone, just loud enough for him to hear before I grasp his throat and squeeze.
"I don't have a light." I say as my black soulless eyes meet his. Without warning I bash his skull to the concrete. His body goes limp to the satisfying sound of a ripe melon popping and I immediately look around for any possible witnesses. Nobody is out this time of morning so I pull the bails away and stuffing his body between. I'm sure he'll be found when his body starts to decay, but people will most likely figure he hurt himself in a drunken stupor and crawled between the bails himself. After placing the bails back, I grind some straw between my hands and drop the remains on the small blood spot before grinding them into the pavement. It's supposed to rain around sunrise but why leave things to chance? Satisfied, I pull out my phone as my eyes return to normal and my fangs slide back into place. [Such a waist] I thought as I continued on with my walk and gaming. [I wonder how many times he thought himself a victim of society, while stealing from others, only to wind up as Halloween decor...] I turn my music back on and grin as Skrillex begins... "I...want to kill... Everybody in the world..." [Karmas a bitch] I think to myself... [Or just a figment of the imagination.] The Beast within replies. I shrug and continue on my way.
Upon returning home, I hear the voice of my drunken partner. "Where the fuck have you been?". Ahh another night of stupidity.
" I told you before I left, I went downtown to play my game." I know that arguing with a drunk makes about as much sense as pushing a car with the parking brake on, but such is my life.
"Like fuck you did!" The bottle whizzes by my ear as I dodge it, plucking it from the air before it can shatter against the door. Smoothly setting it on the door side desk, I move towards her. I can hear her blood pumping, her heart quick in her anger. "Who the fuck is the god damn whore?!"
She turns her back to me as she grabs hold of a flower vase filled with a bouquet arrangement that I'd bought her but a day ago. My hand wraps around her wrist as my free hand wraps around her waist.
"You know the only whore in my life, is you, Scoshi Oni." I reply as I growl with pleasure, roughly pull her plump ass back against my pelvis.
"I thought we agreed..." I said as I loose her fingers from the vase and kiss her along the exposed side of the neck. Her thick red hair, long as my arms, smelled of bath and body and her skin taste like candy causing an unexpected arousal.
"No more Vodka in the house." The hand trapping her against me traveled down to the waist band of her long flowing skirt before the fingers slipped beneath. Her pelvis was smooth and warm, her slick announcing her weakness to my growling was still alive and well.
She grabs my arm in a mock effort to stop my fingers before they reach her little flesh button. "I know...." Her breath hitches as my fangs slide forward and graze her throat while my tongue lightly flicks over the warm skin, picking off small droplets of perspiration that has suddenly sprung up.
"You're fu..." Her words melt to a moan as my fingers find her clit and begins to tease the small nub.
"Fucking you..." I finish the statement as I growl into the hollow between throat and shoulder. My hand leaves her wrist as she grabs the edge of the small desk only big enough to hold the vase and a small picture frame. My nails dig into her hips, dulled by the fabric but getting the response I wanted as my fingers begin a circling motion around her clit. I thrust against her ass, making her gasp and moan in her inebriated haze. Again she mocks a resistance as she tries to shrug me off, falling face first against the wall in a poor effort to walk away. My fingers speed their rhythm as I push her against the wall and undo my pants, letting them drop to the floor.
"I hate you..." She whispers as she helps me draw up her long dress to expose her plump white ass. My cock slides between her ass cheeks where I slowly hump and grind, while my fingers keep driving her onward. She pooches her ass and spreads herself just as my cock slides up over her star.
"I know." I say evenly as I slowly coax my tip inside her dry, puckered rim. My sadist nature boils with desire as I hear her muffle a whimper. She's a masochistic anal whore, and while I hate it when she's drunk, she doesn't have limitations or reservations when she's intoxicated.
"I wish you would die..." She barley manages to say before I thrust my cock in to make her squeal in pain. She can't help herself as she grinds against me so hard I have to grab both hips and let her have a moment of lead.
"Someday, my Scoshi Oni..." I quickly piston thrust a few times, as she whimpers and takes up the slow circular grind of my cock buried deep inside her.
"I might let you." Mercilessly I slam her against the wall and thrust with an overwhelming need to dump inside her. Her shriek becomes gasp and moans as she finds my rhythm and meets it with just as much need. Again and again we repeat the scene of mock resistance, moving nowhere until I feel her clinching and watch as her hands claw at the wall, her mind overwhelmed by the pleasure pain.
"I'll ki.. y.." Her words elude her in hitched gasp before I grap her long hair and snap her head back, bowing her body till her shoulder met my mouth.
"Not tonight." I hiss before slamming my fangs into her shoulder. Fluids splash the floor as she cum squirts from the bite. Her hand grabs the back of my head to hold me in place while she pants like one drowning in their lust. My release of seed was secondary to the bliss splashing down my throat and the release of my bite was just as quick as the beginning. For a long moment we stood there, her hands moving to my hips so I wouldn't pull out while we gasped for breath, our bodies trembled lightly.
"Not tonight..." She whispered as I lay my head to her shoulder, smelling the mix of bodily fluids, blood and sweat. The sound of a soft and quickly stifled cry made me smile cruelly as my fingers found the leaking of my seed and began to probe.
"Do I need to fist your guts, Scoshi?" I ask as I stand upright and pull upwards with my finger till she danced on tiptoes. There was no audible consent required... I already knew she hated herself and craved to be buried in her shame. A quick nod of agreement barely managed itself from her whirling consciousness as I take a fist full of hair and thrust her to the ground before making her crawl towards the bed. "So be it, whore."
....end...
I hope you cringed or enjoyed the story... However it was created to remind people that the difference between victim and consent as an adult, is what you permit to happen. Sometimes you have the blessings of a CNC or Consensual contract, sometimes it's out of your control. If there is a secession of events out of your control but you stay because of hope and words... You are not a victim. Cry all you like but you chose your tormenter. Own it. End the victimizing of consent. 😘
Max
Hello Kinksters, My AngelBunny is a bit jealous over our Fur Babies upgraded home. A couple years ago my youngest son bought her a rabbit hutch (grey's blue) and she just absolutely loves it. However at the time we were using a Cat Litter box for their potty tray, having to change it out every few days while wasting hay so I made an tray to fit under the hutch and replaced the coated wire with the blue plastic that you see Willy sitting on. Unfortunately it didn't work as well as what we hoped because it was only 4" deep and we had to place hay in the hutch so they would go there to potty. The hay would clog the holes and it didn't make anything easier so I went back to the drawling board.
The new idea was to build a double drawer box under the hutch that would fit a small tote for their potty to fall into and the other side would house the extra food and other items that we have for the rabbits, making things look neater in their room. I also build a 25 degree ramp that would allow them to have access to the small door of the hutch and ended up having to place rubber on the ramp because the wood was too smooth and Willy, who has a bum back leg, couldn't make it up the ramp. Did you know that rabbits are afraid of heights? The ramp was 8" wide, which was plenty of room for them to go up single file but when they would get about half way up the ramp, both Jasmine (Far right corner) and Willy would just stop and hop down. *Pinches the bridge of my nose and sighs* .... Rabbits are so freak'n complicated. 😂 BACK TO THE DRAWLING BOARD!
I got to thinking, if the hay being placed inside the hutch clogs the holes, I needed to come up with a way to feed them without the mess before I go any further so me and my oldest son got our heads together and come up with building a hay shute. So this became a new idea... my son has never used power tools and this was going to become a training session for him and give me time with my son, which we rarely really have. Throughout the process, I would ask him his opinion and let him discover the joy of building something with his own two hands, modifying the idea as we went along. The shute needed to be easy to load, so we angle cut it, added a 5 pen blocker (Reason for the upper holes.. lower holes are uh.. ventilation... NOT that I drilled the wrong section of the bloody box.) 😂 By this time of all the cutting on a table saw, using a Saws All, and using a Bradly nail gun, my son had become comfortable with using power tools and he would be doing one part while I worked on the other, speeding up the process significantly. He learned the hard way, Measure twice, cut once! and it was worth the purchase of more supplies to have that knowledge for future endeavors because like Father, like Son! Once the Shute was built, holes added and the hinge placed we built a top piece, also hinged on the back for a "lid" to hold a five pound weight, fastened to a piece of sheet metal so it helps to push the hay down. We added a long string to pull the weight back up and marked it so we would know when it's time to refill the hay. First line, the shute is half full, the second line is to say "Hey, we're almost out." and a third line that says "Refill me or the rabbits will be getting pissed in the next couple days."
As you can see above, we left a lip so the hay wouldn't make a mess, defeating the purpose of the shute to begin with and I'm happy to report, it works fantastically! For those wondering how that plastic holds the weight of the rabbits, there are four steel rods under it... overkill? Probably but I love my bunnies and would rather over estimate the strength needed for long term use, than have an accident happen.
Now back to the original problem of how to get them safe and "rabbit approved" access to the hutch... my son was like... why don't we make Japanese patio steps up to balcony? Place some rubber squares so they don't slip and some blinder rails so they feel safe even though they can see overtop and Wha-la!
Rabbit Approved, at last! They spend a lot of time in the hutch and under the stairs now, being quite happy with their new living arrangements. The tote idea is a big success also. AngelBunny now only needs to change out their liter once a month, making what was once a small burden into something she can take care at the beginning of each month while adding absorbent mulched cardboard every week to keep the smell away. Everything is biodegradable and waste can be either tossed out with the trash or used for fertilizer for the plants and trees around the house.
Both me and my son were quite proud of ourselves and it was a happy moment when Jasmine and Willy went up, with some food on the steps for incentive, which AngelBunny did.
However... Now I have a new problem. AngelBunny is a bit jealous that their new house looks better than ours! 🤣🤣🤣 Looks like there is going to be some more work ahead now, with the newest idea of putting in a Japanese patio around our fire pit in the back yard and redoing the steps to our front porch with a similar idea of the steps we put on the rabbit hutch. Does the work ever stop?!?
Plus my son is wanting to start building our own rabbit hutches for other that keep indoor/outdoor rabbits. I told him, when he's ready, I'll foot the bill to find out.
What do y'all think about the build? I'm considering making a shelf to fill the space beside the hay shute and a couple more additions to the current hutch, by adding a platform for the rabbits auto-feeder and water supply, though I'm not sure there's enough room. Anyways, I thought I would share seeing as I haven't posted anything for a bit. Y'all have a wonderful day!
Max
I was born with this issue before they put alphabets to the diagnosis and I know I'm not alone so here's a couple questions that's interrupted my kink... Without meds, how do you deal with it?
Anybody else feel like this is your new theme song?
The worst part is being balls deep and dealing with
You may laugh but try explaining why your hard on suddenly went limp, while pumping your partners ass and the farts slipping out is keeping rhythm with THAT fucking song in your head...
I'm always asking the hard question... I know.
Max
I know that some of you may have clicked this blog because you know it's me and my blogs can go really funny, dark or somewhere so far out in left field, the ball left the park.
Today we're going to talk about playing with poop! Yup, get out the gloves because we're taking the plunge! Pushing through the sphincter and straight the mud pies! We're not going to waste time on gophers peeking out their hole, or playing wack a mole with the dark star, nope! We are full bore fisting like Mario before he met Donkey Kong.
Now before we get started *snaps gloves on* let me forewarn ya... I don't like being anal about the topic, nor do I want to come off as being shitty in the conversation so I'll try to keep my crowning to a minimum.
Some of y'all need professional help. Imodium AD and Pepto Bismol are simply not strong enough to deal with all the fishy smelling coca cola spewing from your tight lipped john. I've spoke with some who think the screen door shits are perfectly normal, and I'm here to tell you, put down the milk, ya lactose intolerant soy boy. Know when curry is lava fonting like Mt Vesuvius from your fleshy volcano that Curry... Isn't for you! Reality is, you want your ass dry fisted like a steam engine running down hill but your lil shitter can't handle a well lubed pinky. Don't let your fantasy fuck up someone else's reality. The greedy self serving plunger busters, clogging up the public commode, has to stop! Be real. Understand what your ass can take. Sometimes poor choices leave your butthole looking like an aardvark... Own up to it. Live in the reality that you're going to be stuck in Depends for most of your life and leave those who don't want to deal with your shit, alone. Be honest about your screen door shits, when approached. Coprophilia has a limited participation pool, but I promise you, I'm not the septic tank for your backyard.
*Grunts and strains* Aaaaaahh... Now don't we all feel better about cleaning the air, removing the Cleveland steamer and washing away the dirty Sanchez??
I know I do.
Max
A completely unexpected gift was brought to me and she's a happy lil fluff of fur with a bit of an attitude.
Meet La Luna!
She may already have me wrapped around her paw but it's not my fault that she's so damn cute!! Plus!
She helps keep the fuckn cat in line... Thumping the floor when he gets to close to her (even though they play chase around the coffee table 😂), she's claimed the living room and thus she needs to keep a close on on the kenivingly cunning Monty. Just another reason to adore her more. Cats are devil spawn, we both know it and now I can sleep a little more at ease, knowing La Luna the Cat chaser will keep him at bay... Such a good lil bunny!
She's an albino Giant Flemish and we are hoping to bond her with Shadow, of whom may be a bit intimidating to her at the moment...
However they don't fight between the bars so that's a good sign. My Shadow needed a mate and things are looking positive that our hope will come to fruition.
While I'm in Bunny heaven with all the loves and snuggles that I get from these two big balls of fluff... I have a suspicious feeling that someone is trying to steal her away from me ... Or maybe this is an act of betrayal?!?
😉. Bitch. 😂😂
Bunny and I are quite happy with her, though if we get anymore rabbits in the house, we're going to need a farm for all the hay and waste! 😂
We now have 2 giant Flemish, 1 loppy, and 1 English Spotted.
Have I ever mentioned that I have a weird oshy goshy for Rabbits and Bunny's?😍
What's your favorite fur ball?
Max
Everybody has those days where ya just feel a lil more Blah than you want to and ya may not even know why. Today has been that day for the past three, and while I could blame it on "Drop", I know that's not the cause of my blah and I just need to get my brain pan back to my normal jovial self. I've been dealing with ghost, forgetting that the past is the past and there isn't shit anybody can do about it but learn and try not to make the same mistakes or remember the positives with a hope to repeat them again in the future.
I have a friend with impeccable timing, and while they know nothing of what's pinging off the inner walls of my gray matter, they send me this... *Warning, Content may be a sticky and filled with Dad puns*
If you made it to the end, drop a comment below, even if its just a 😂 or 🙄
Hope you had as good of a laugh as what I did.
Thanks Kit. I needed that. 😘🤗
Max
