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Priest of Sanguine

Tales of what helped create me, out of order, and no animals were hurt in the creating of this blog!
Most Tales are based on my real life with Fantasy and/or Fiction included to protect identities as well as enjoyment for
those reading. Names like "Bunny, Rabbit, Squirrel" or variation thereof, are not referencing actual Cage member names.
Its how I view my Prey from the stand point of a Primal and Hunter.
If Cage member names are use: 1) it's with their consent. 2) will have ^ before & after the name.

All Stories told are unique and your comments are greatly enjoyed so please do comment.

For those who play Skyrim: Priest of Sanguine is not a reference to the game its a reference to my life style choice ^,..,^
Go grab a drink, maybe a snack, sit back and enjoy the Tales that I delight in telling... even the hard ones.
11 months ago. December 9, 2021 at 7:54 PM

Dear fat bastard living in the artic tundra, 

 Potty train your damn deer, last year it took a week to get those magical turds out of my gutter and the local goth group kept throwing a rave due to their ability to shoot psychedelic colors when mixed in snow.

As per our normal agreement I won't set up the deer stand nor ask for your elf's to be left butt ass naked and tied with tensile as a gift.

Yes I'm well aware that I'm on your naughty list, though in my defense it's been one hell of a pandemic and some people are just shit, that requires people like me to jerk a knot in their tail.. soo... there is that and it should count for something. 

So if you agree:

The only winning lottery ticket for the drawing after Christmas day, here in my state.

One day, wherein I can be the me I suppress on a daily basis. When the day is over, make the world reset to the day before, leaving only me with the knowledge of what happened. 

Yes I know those are outlandish but it softens you up to:

An automated asian sexdoll with accessories. 

10 acres of land, 6 wooded and 3 with a deep pond.

A three bedroom home with two bathrooms and a full basement.  This should be well enough for me to build my ^AngelBunny^ her dream of a rabbit sanctuary while providing privacy enough for me. 

I would ask for that other partner that I've oft dreamed about to be with me & AngelBunny but let's face it, this world struggles to accept themselves and the concept of being loved is restricted to mono... despite all the other things we "love" devotedly.

Now that we got that out of the way, the coal box is still right there by the chimney and thx for the future BBQ briskets. 

Cookies and milk are in the fridge.




1 year ago. November 25, 2021 at 3:44 AM

I usually am a very privet person but wtf... go ahead.

1 year ago. November 19, 2021 at 11:43 PM

If y'all ain't use to me by now, there's nothing to be done but say adult & possibly disturbing content beyond this point.

Thank you for this challenge, and I did my best tone it down while being forthright. 

Most of what causes me to shiver has less to do with sexual content and more to do with the sensual connection between me and mine.  

The taste of blood, flowing from my partner in a stream of crimson wine,  is intoxicating to Beast and leaves me buzzing with revitalizing energy. It may not be as gratifying as sex to me but feeling the connection of energy between us is sometimes so overwhelming that I just don't want to move in fear of losing the moment.  The more he takes, the more we feel her emotions connect to his and mingle with mine.  I have yet to understand that which is incomprehensibly the emotion of love, but in that moment of such wonder, peace, and soothing calm it makes me shiver to realize how much she loves us and the extent that we would go to keep her safe, comforted and wrapped in all we are.


What makes me shutter is the other sides of us... letting his sadistic side loose or recieving such to appease my masochistic needs at the time of wanting.  This is where Beast & I war... there is only so much I can stomach when it comes to blood letting, only so much screams of pain I can endure, and only so much sobbing i can take before I become protective... but to him is an aphrodisiac.  My lil ^AngelBunny^ does such a wonderful job in appeasing his senses with her screams and sobs that its usually enough to simply mark her flesh with nails, marks, and bites, rarely ever bringing blood except to feed.  He isn't gentle but nor does he cross her threshold leaving him feeling like a dog straining against the chains.  I however am the other side and my masochist needs requires a very hardy portion of pain in order to get where I need to go. So much in the fact that it triggers Beast protective of me, which I fine hysterical considering what he put me through but it's that whole... what I can do and what others can do to you is two different things! RAWR! 😂😂 Whether it's the flog pummeling my ribs till I'm black n blue, a skilled hand with a cricket bat or a sex toy that is too big (atm) the size of a petite womans hand... when I crave, it won't just go away.  Thus we seek our other... my Bunny does the best she can but physical strength and endurance isn't her strong suit... nor is she accurate, which has left me nearly vomiting when the flail went up between my thighs to...🤢 yeah🤮... so the thought of one who can met one or the other, or both... oomg 😈💦.  Plus the sexual side of it is soooo appealing to my nymp 

And lastly comes the thing that makes me purr...this is the side that I rarely let people see without actually being with me...

When it comes to cuddle time there is very little that can tear me away.  My life has know horror, torment, turmoil and heartache to last a life time.  The images that play in my head has left me never desiring to sleep, especially alone.  Having peace in the house,  wrapped arms around the one I love and feel the safest I've felt in years... This is what turn me on, motivates me to be better with anger management. Keep kicking down the walls when they want to jump up... I know what lonely feels like & this is not it... this is the shit that makes me purr... literally. 



1 year ago. November 1, 2021 at 2:07 AM

Bunny & I going out on the town 

She was such a Bat!

Somebody is gonna chain her ass to the bed... That's all I can say...



 It wasn't much but we had a good time with it.




1 year ago. October 20, 2021 at 11:53 PM

Most relationships start out as a work in progress, hence the whole dating, communication, blah blah blah... but there are points in a relationship where it could change the very fabric of reality you find yourself in... both good or bad, though usually the latter.

Shit comes up, words get vomited out, pride jumps up and smash BOoOm BAM!  Everything you've worked on for the past "X" days... weeks... months... is just shot all to hell.  You feel like you're back at square one and this is the umpteenth time. The feeling of frustration to the point of wanting to peel yer skin off and let the Beast just have his way is sooo tantalizing... you teeter on the very edge of hope and despair... 

What's the point?  No matter what you do, it's never enough.  Don't matter if all the vomiting that was spewed on you was logically proven to be false... You can't fight that mindset, you can't reason or comfort or even protect them from theirselves.   You fight your own demons of self worth, ethical AND moral, right & wrong, disgrace to your name/position.

You feel yourself cracking and as many times in the past but instead ya suck that shit down, push up off your knees and defiantly stand bleeding from the wounds to your heart that those uncensored, without regard or thought....woords...  ripped through you, adding to the thousands of other scars that had come before.  No more...

As a Master I oft times have not been seen as creatures that can be wounded.  I have a Beast after all, yeah?...I am..  A Man.  Emotionally inept, lacking in feelings, with unyielding strength to endure.  However... lacking doesn't mean without feelings. I hurt... but without the tears.  Just because I don't have an outward show of breaking down with gasping gulps of boo hoo.. doesn't mean I'm not looking into the blackness wondering why I fight so hard to be ... this me.  The kinder one.  The caring for those close to me, person.  Fighting to feel even the most basic of happiness and loved feelings... It is so much easier to just let the Beast out.  Let him leave a wake of destruction and pain, filling his gullet with fluid he craves...

I sit idley gaming (killing shit) while the war rages in my mind.  The restless night had come & gone leaving me that much closer to pitching over the edge...  But then she came... softly, broken hearted and humble.  Ashamed for what she'd done... the mouth that spat venom and arrows now weaves a needle and thread as she ask for forgiveness, confessing why she did it and acknowledging its merit.

Hearing her speak, I feel the soft little paw take hold of my hand and gently pull me back from the edge.  It doesn't take much, granted... I love her deeply... but in my past it's been so rarely done that this little bunny shines like a firefly in the depths of darkness till her glow of humility, honor and respect fill the place where we stand.

The scars will remain, but the healing is quicker with the tending.  The wounds are still tender, but this we can endure.  The blood is still splayed on chest like a drying riverbed, but her little tongue finds a way to clean it all up.

There is no such thing as an effortless Happily Ever After... that is a delusion of fairy tales.  True love is a progressive work.  You are human.  You're gonna fuk up.  What you do is important.  How you approach the apologies matter far more than the actual words but make no mistake... the words matter.  In my life, it has always been up to me to address the issue, find a resolution, seek the apology (most of which where empty words not worth wiping my ass with)... What had pushed me so hard and so quick?  Maybe it was the extent of good times we'd been having that made this feel so blind siding.  Idk.  What I do know is: I'd reached a point of pivot to which i had no intention of "fixing it." Again.  Where we go was in her hands, she either trust me by now or she doesn't.  We move forward or start building walls.

I hate that we argue but I'm proud of you for taking my inner hand, humbling yourself and apologizing without prompting.  I know you have been taken advantage of, hurt and dismissed in your past... but thank you.  Thank you for seeing that I'm not them.  Trusting the backlash would not be turned mercilessly on you. Trusting that I would listen.  Trusting that when I say you're forgiven that I mean immediately without harsh consequences... (funishment is far more rewarding)  and Thank you for doing it relatively quick before the plaster started to harden on the wall so I could rip that shit down without the traditional way of finding my way back. *rubs the knuckles*

I am not much for sharing my inner thoughts with the world, for the most part I'd be just as happy watching it burn while I hold my ^AngelBunny^ safe from harm's path.  Yet, how can I ask for her growth if I am unwilling to do so myself.  This sharing is in honor of her... trying to help me, be a better version of... well... anything better than the monster I am.



1 year ago. October 18, 2021 at 12:46 AM

I woke up giddy as dream realm slipped into reality, holding my ^AngelBunny^ in my arms as we spooned in the bed.  I couldn't help but chuckle some as I replayed the last things I remembered from the dream.  Lifting myself up some and leaning over her to kiss her lips gently, I stopped and stared at her slowly waking form. "G'morning my beautiful Slave." 

"Good morning, Master." She replied sleepily as she pushed up her sleep mask to one eye squint at me.  Seeing my grin she asked her usual "what?" I looked at the doorway half expecting to see the fox eared, nearly child size woman come running through the doorway in her fox onesie that had been selectively modified to hug her form and show flesh as her brest played peekaboo while she ran.

"Coffee is on, Daddy." She declared happily as she leaped into the four post bed, squirreling up Bunny's body and scattering the pet's from off the bed. "Yip yip." Came the high pitched sound of her mock fox bark as she come to a stop nose to nose with Bunny. Gentle they nuzzled noses broken by lil foxes over exaggerated lick of the tip of Bunny's nose, chased to each cheek.  Bunny mock fought her off, ending it with pulling her little fox fur body to herself. "Good morning to you two, Kit!" Bunny chuckled as she held the girl the best she could while tussling her sandy brown hair. 

"Let your sis up," I stated, giving Kit a swat on her partly bare ass, quickly pulling back on her tail and snatching her off Bunny to claim for myself.  After a quick kiss, I let her set up, straddling across my pelvis to which she went wide eyed, covering her "OH" with one hand as her head dropped shyly while the other reached behind herself.

"Looks like someone woke up happy." Her shy voice rang in my mind, blending with Bunny's real voice as my obviously happy mood pressed against her ass crack.

"It was a very good dream" I growled pulling her onto her back to bite at her lovely exposed nipples... "Remind me to tell you about it later."


Now, whether this was a dream of a horny man who absolutely loves spooning his Bunny, or a vision of future events... idk.  The happiness and raw joy that surrounded my body from the emotions that seemed so real in the dream, echoed for days later.  It wouldn't be the first time I'd seen into the future though I do wish I could remember more details because if you're out there reading this... we are waiting for you to come home, Kit.  Message me when you find this.  Don't hesitate or wonder if it's you the dream was about.  Take the chance & reach out.

With that said... anyone else have these type of dreams?  I'm analytical so I'm use to looking for meaning in a dream but this was so real I could smell her scent.  Everything in me says be patient and still... "Kit" is being just like ^AngelBunny^ when she was watching from the darkness of our woods and if I make too quick of a move, she'll spook and run for her hole.  However I'm a realistic dreamer of hope, I tend to look for the optimistic side with hope but only wait so long before i move on.  Lifes too short to stand still and I have a wonderful life I'm living with Bunny while we look for our "otherkin".

You won't offend me with your comments so what do you think & if possible, why?

Wishful lust?

Future event?

Or ??

1 year ago. October 16, 2021 at 2:49 PM

G'morning you lovely bunch of kinksters!  It's been forever & a day since I last blogged and that's mainly due to my amount of busyness, life changes & lack of desire to continue to share.  Ever feel like you're only talking in a lecture hall where nobody ever ask questions or makes statements? It's so uninspiring... I have plenty of audience in my own head that will gladly speak up and I don't even have to proofread the damn statement's a hundred times! 😂😂 

Today however I feel like giving y'all an update to help promote the hope in what you're looking for.

My ^AngelBunny^ & I have had many ups & downs over the past year... some REALLY bad, however when two people.. hmm... two people & a beast?  Fine!  One good woman, and a multitude of umm... whatever the fuk I am, AND a beast (everybody happy now? Yes? Can we continue? Esh...) put the first thing first and gage everything off that... well... the results are quite amazing.  We've meet both sides of our RL family's without bumping heads with them.  My youngest daughter (21yr) unwittingly discovered our lifestyle while living with us... someone said Master... another said slave... damn amazon Alexa!!  We'll just blame that 😂😂. Ok so the sex toys accidentally left on the sink... couch... bed... due to exhaustion!!  may have been the gove away too...  Damn Tybalt (dog) & Monti (cat) need to learn how to clean up after scenes! Anyways, she's a flubber di gidditt so I'm pretty sure the rest of my imps now know also. 😅 o'well.  We've got an inkling that Bunny's mom may know also but she seems fine with the decision and didn't make it a big deal. Like... it would have mattered but all the same, keeping peace in the family is wonderful when its possible. 

I've gotten out from under some debts, consolidated the rest to save a significant amount of out going finances, replaced the central heat & air so Bunny could have a happier life (yes I know it needed done but having someone to do it for is far more inspiring to me).  Went on a week long vacation to Florida wherein we had a great time. (I'll post pics at the bottom) & all of this is because I learned a valuable lesson... Choose to do the opposite. 

What do I mean by this?

Trembling Rabbit taught my to stop judging people by what they appear to be on the inside, off one or two discussion & take a chance, even if I feel its doomed or a waste of time.  If you find that person you are willing to give your heart to... check the depth of the waters to make sure it's safe to dive into, but don't wait months on end... you've messaged, talked, vid chat, meet up a few times, spent a week together... you was open, they was open, no major flags... wtf are you waiting on? DIVE DIVE DIVE!! Not from the waters edge, but from the top of that wall you've built.  Yes. You may get hurt. But... maybe not. Maybe what you find is everything you thought you required to have a wonderful relationship, was the real things caging you up in the head, holding back the feeling of being alive and experiencing this weird ass emotion called love.

If you dive... don't half ass it.  Go all the way in. Embrace it. Swim in the lake that you dove into and remember that this lake... requires maintenance.  Keep the first thing, first.  Do the big things, do the little things, swat her ass, pull her hair, use toys, DO those things that she likes... while doing things you like.  When storms come, big or small, keep you eye on the lake, remember first thing comes first!  Suck up your pride & swallow that comment of pain induced retaliation.  Hurting people hurt people... why are you here?  Do you wish to have a lake or stomp in shoe sucking mire?  First things first... not just when its convenient or during good times, but every minute of every day. Learn them. Communicate always but do so in a fashion that reflects First thing will always come first... so long as they choose it also, there's very little that the two of you can't do!  Before long you'll find that the beachfront home at the lake you dove into has been hidden beneath the wall you dove from.  You just couldn't see it for the walls.

Life isn't your job, though your job is very important.

Life isn't your kids or spouse/partner, though they are more important than your job.

Life is living.  When you have the first thing first, all the above benefits from it... finds stability in it... even if your first thing first starts with you being in love with who you are... what's this mysterious first thing?  True love.  (Thank you Princess Bride for that cheesey line!) 

In every build up of an argument, I've had to remind myself to keep the first thing first.  I've had to remind my Bunny also... when we both focus on it, it seems the argument just doesn't matter and we talk easier about the issues.  Find a resolution or remind each other of what/when/where because for fuks sake... we are all human... (sigh) ok Beast isn't, but the rest of us are!  We are all faluable, make mistakes, & forget... first thing says, I love her.. maybe she needs a reminder. Maybe she needs her ass swatted.  I'll not know if I give into rage, placing myself first. If I don't communicate in words she understands it's not going to be recieved and she'll just fire back.  The wall will add a block or ten, to start building again... what was the reason you tore that down?  Oh... that's right... the lake.  Its vast, deep, wonderful and this is just a storm troubling the waters.  Did you know that the raging waves are only surface deep?  Dive in... look up... all is quiet here in the depths and the waves take on a different beauty while the lightening flashes above.  I hold it my hand and feel her take it... I look and she's right there.  I don't know when we grew gills but gawd does she look so beautiful with them... 

If you're like me & things seem to fuk up every relationship you get in... Choose the opposite. 

Then make first thing... really first.


(Ga'damn I'm living the happy!)



1 year ago. May 24, 2021 at 2:36 PM

Since walking away for the wife I've rented house after house, this way I could have a place my imps (children) to call home when they came to stay with me.  Simple fact though, it was just a house to me.  Without my imps there, it was four walls, a bed, and a safe place for my PC.  I can't cook for 1, I don't use lights due to my eyes being sensitive to the bulbs and I see just fine in the dark.  However I don't see details like: dirt, dust, the pictures in a frame so I don't have any, rarely cleaned or needed to clean seeing as I basically lived in 1 or 2 rooms while the rest of the house was just about convenience.

Then ^AngelBunny^ happened... it's hard to believe our 1yr anniversary from the time we met here in Cage, was yesterday.  When she started to come visit me she had this nasty habit of... turning on the lights. 😪  Not just turning them on but leaving them on for more than five minutes.  I hadn't realized the 1/2 thick dust cover on 90% of everything in my livingroom (slightly exaggerated but still).  She asked the obvious questions because while dust covered it was organized as it should be... I live like a blind man, memorizing everything's location so I can come and go with confidence... "don't you ever clean?"

"Never see it, therefore it didn't exist."

*Sigh, chuckle, shakes her head.*

Next time she visits its clean. lol

Slowly but surely she would ask about this or that, why, why, why, like a 2yr old discovering the world.  My answers were logical, practical, and in time as we developed she'd ask about possibly changing this or that.  My answer my always the same:

"This is just a house, but if you wish to make it a home then you are welcome to it."






My electric bill doubled in her first month of staying with me and things started getting mysterious around the house.  My remotes were moved, clothes that I wash when the basket was full... never seemed to reach the top.  Soap, shampoo toiletries all seemd to multiply or dissapear till I had to stop her and be like... 

"Slow the fuck down, slave."😂 "I cant memorize shit that fast" 

It was like scolding my eldest daughter... you'd think the sun shine was just blown over with a thunder storm..

"But you said..."

"I did and I don't mind but please... slow down.  I don't handle a lot of change, well.  Give me time to adjust."

The first time I had an eye flare that basically leaves me in a very painful blindness, she understood as I walked through the house, using mental guides and physical touch.  

Now changes have come slower, but steady and one day not long back I looked around and realized why I felt that warm fuzzy when sitting in the livingroom now... my house... it'd become a home.  Everywhere I look, I see my Slaves touch... how she integrated her likes with mine.  Adjusting fey or dragon what-nots that my imps had bought me over the years, introducing her own touches.  Moving her in slowly, my stuff reduced as hers was usually better quality and blended better to home.

This weekend was a mix of events... all of which, she does great with, if ya give her time to prepare for it.  My youngest son graduated high school, my parents came into town, and my youngest daughter who is one year from graduating from the university came to spend time with us.  During this visit we find out that she's been couch hopping due to losing her room at her mom's, the university doesn't permit summer time dorm life and when she leaves, Bunny looks at me:

"She can have my room.  I'll figure out something else for an office space."

"Wait... what?" I respond a little confused 

"Your daughter.  She can have my room."

"She doesn't need the room, love.  She can sleep on the lounge or couch if she likes.  You need your office and she'll rarely actually be here."  She likes to go go go, so to me it was a silly notion but.. wow.. she was willing to give up her room for my daughter... wtf..🥰😍🥰

"No master.  She needs a place to call home.  I want her to have that, even if it cost me my room."

Most doms will probably understand this reaction... insta-hard.  Craving, desires, the need to claim and mark her... I had gotten so use to living in a house, I forgot how much I loved living in a home and my Slave has done just that.  She's made my house into our home.  She's nearly adopted all my imps in her heart and they love her right back.  My girls have taught her how to do makeup styles, pick back at me, and it's like watching my family live... at home. 

Things I thought I lost forever, have slowly found their way back.  So for all you sensi, mushy, oshi goshi woman out there... especially my ^AngelBunny^, thank you for being you.  I may not understand all that shit, but it definitely brings a different kind of happy to a monster like me.

1 year ago. April 23, 2021 at 1:59 PM

I don't know how many of you enjoy spicy foods but I love the stuff!  So long as the burn doesn't eat away every mother fuckn taste bud in my mouth, I'm game for trying it.  With that said I have an oral fetish with Sriracha sauce that may be unhealthy but ooooomg is it such a good slow burn!   Unlike some peppers or hot sauce, Srircha doesn't smack you in the mouth, grab ya by the balls and squeeze till the tears roll.  It's more like, bite one... mmmm that's some good flavor and such an unexpectedly light spice, I'm barely feeling it but its definitely there.  Second bite: oh yeah, there you are you spicy little bitch..mmm gawd that's so good. A slight sweat beads on the forehead and the mouth is alive with flavor and small stings.  Bite three or four: You're now drinking something because your lips are feeling like a ants have started tunneling through them, the tongue randomly smacks against the roof of the mouth and back of the teeth, while the throat is lighting up like ya just shot whiskey.  This would be the time to eat some bread, cheese, you know... acid neutralizer food or drinks to calm down the bitching your mouth has begun.  Repeat steps 1-4 until done... however when your Sadists and you have a Slave who's pussy taste ten times better than the Sushi you're enjoying you can't help but be curious..😈😈 

From her side of it, it was warm but nothing she couldn't take.  Of course I'm unwilling to apply it directly to her clit or get the sauce up inside... she may be a masochist but not an extreme one and its simply way to easy to cause a great mood to go south so I thoroughly enjoy the spicy dessert served between her legs.  Sitting up with a new beard conditioner added, I'm quite proud of not only the way her body reacted but that she was willing to try.  I'm feeling rather smug as I plop another piece of Sushi in my mouth, bragging on how she makes everything taste better when she slow crawls from her slack position in the corner of our L shape couch to kiss my leg and dip her finger into the Sriracha sauce.  I can't help but pause and perk a brow.  My lil ^AngelBunny^ isn't big for thing with a lot of spice so now I'm curious how this is going to play out.  I'm expecting it to kick in and watch her cough, grab a drink and fall out fanning her mouth while complaining about her mouth being on fire.  She doesn't wait for the burn to kick in, instead she goes face down in my lap and ooooomg is she becoming quite the talented Slave in this department.  She sets to doing things that help stimulate me and by that I mean i have a masochistic streak just as broad as my Sadists so her teeth... are wickedly pleasing!  This isn't my first rodeo with spicy food, i know what to expect and I'm SOOOO looking forward to it.  A warm soothing sensation starts along the head and shaft but doesn't linger long due to the small amount she used but I appreciate it and tell her so.  MISTAKE! I have been encouraging her to let go... feel the wild side and just follow her instincts... her finger runs through the Sriracha like she's digging a trench and she SLATHERS this spicy sauce tip to balls, top to bottom and I'm like.... ooo fuck, this shit just got real!  I brace for the burn and sure enough the warmth starts in... then OMFG! She goes after my shaft like she eating corn on the cob and every scrap of teeth to skin lights a new smoldering ember till I simply can't control myself anymore.  I toss her head first on top of the couch, hers lovely rounded ass pooching out, just begging for punishment, gets a few swats as I double check that all the actual sause is off my shaft.  THAT is about the best amount of forethought I have while my mind is being chased by a fire imp stemming from the neather regions.  I must be in her!  This isn't an option! I need to claim this lil slave who has just went so far outside her norm that both Beast and I are singing war ballads in her honor.  We.  Are. Going. To. Destroy. Her!  She has endured nails, teeth, fangs , flogs, bruises out the ying yang but this... this will be our primal at it's best... worst... best... idk, whatever! 

Pause for a slight science lesson:

What happens with spicy foods on sensitive areas (like the mouth), when water or just about any non-acid neutralizing fluid is applied?  If you say, it ramps up the intensity of the heat, you would be correct!  Guess what does NOT have said neutralizers?  If you said the vigina...  well... you earned a gold star!  Back to our story.

There was no build up, nothing to ease into and to say we was being patient would be delusional! Her kitty musta known something because it was so sealed tight that I thought I would need a crowbar but Beast and I have a theory... HIT IT HARDER! 






The fire dragon she had hidden up inside that tight cave was drooling down her leg and breathing as much liquid lava over our shaft as it could afford to issue out.  Tip to nuts, is burning like coals being dropped on it and we are loooooving it!  But... this is Sriracha and that was only bite two...

By bite four, I'm running to the restroom holding my flame engulfed member, slapping on enough soap to clean an Alaska Malamute and nearly whimpering... fuuuck me!  That was so intense that after clean up, I can't even pee...  my body won't release and to top off the brutality of it all, that lil whore walks into the restroom like she's strolling through a field of fuckn flowers, plops down in the tub to clean up and looks up at me all sweet and innocent as she turns on the water.... "Does it hurt?"

😑😑🤬 "Bitch."  Much to her amusement because the spice was in my pores which means... she barley felt any of the heat... 😑😑

🤣🤣🤣  yeah it was total worth it... yes I'll probably do it again but next time.... VENGEANCE IS MINE! Muhahahahaha!!

*sulks back into the shadows plotting his revenge.*

1 year ago. April 21, 2021 at 1:29 AM



1: Name someone who inspires you daily.



2: The most precious thing you've lost, not a person or pet.

I'm not very materialistic so I can't think of anything atm.  If I do, I'll edit.


3: what brings you the most joy

Watching Butterflies


4: Favourite season and why

Fall:  crisp air, leaves changing, and Halloween!


5: Tattoos, yes or no if yes favourite one

Yes, 3 so farBlack Cali Lilly's on my forearm.  My daughter has the exact same tat on her shoulder only hers is White.


6: Most exciting thing you've done

Shoot out after a botched drive by attempt


7: Number one buck list thing

Spend a month in Japan


8: Strangest place for sex

Church loft while the sermon was going  unless only oral counts...

Orally in the back seat of my girlfriend's mom's car, while her mom was driving... and occasionally looking at me through the rearview mirror.   GF swallowed the evidence and kissed her mom, full on the lips when we got to our destination. 


9: One mistake you could rectify

Monogamous marriage... or going down on um.. a girl.. ut um.. a few hrs after Mexican food night... bot were rather traumatizing.


10: if you could pick the place of your death, where would it be

Fucking in a graveyard