Priest of Sanguine

I have this thing for intoxicating fear... Watching the fear well up in a persons eyes, smelling it come off their skin as they mind struggles to process what is unknown and bizarre to them.  Oddly enough its usually the children that are more willing to approach me than the adults and yes it funny as fuck to watch mom nearly faint as her baby girl just walks up to me with her arms out.  I find this to be even more intoxicating... when people look past the outward appearance and find a way to accept what the mind struggles to comprehend. Today was no different other than having Covid mask:

As I went out from store to store, got something to eat, and filled up the truck with gas, I had a blast when some of the local Mexican's started pointing at me and rambling on in Spanish, Like I understand all that... However I've watched enough Dora the Explorer to know some and body language traverses the gap no matter what you speak.  Before long, I was squatting with a family of four children and five adults ranging somewhere between 20's and 70's having pictures taken as I thoroughly hammed it up, looking like I'm biting the skulls of children, choke holding mom (assuming), about to tear the throat out of dad (also assuming) and covid mask kissing grandma on the cheek... She was a sight!  Didn't need to understand a word from any of them to know that I just made their day and that to me was totally worth the forty five minutes of prosthesis placement, scar forming, and makeup.  Sometimes its the odd things in life that help wash the stress away from the mundane life in this zombie apocalypse. 

Even better was when I got home, my ^AngelBunny^ asking if I'd dress up like this for her sometime when we go out.  (She hasn't a clue that I plan to dress her also, muhahahahaha)

^^^ From the shadows of my door entrance ^^^

vvv More of what people saw until I got inside to take the sunglasses off. vvv

The boots are steal bottom, biking boots.  Heavy AF and makes a wonderful THUD when walking.

Yes I have to wear the sunglasses in the full light of the sun, its not an option.  BUT!

I love being me!  ??   vvv Just a few more to see from the sides vvv

So my ^AngelBunny^ is learning, the longer we go the more there is to know.  Like.. I'm a poet and just dunno't! ? I'm a complex creature riddled with more culture, slang, and a mix of thangs that just don't seem to be compatible to any one person, and that's because I'm so use to being an authentic chameleon that I embraced being a Paradox.  It made my love for life vast and it varies from day to day, hence I'm polyamorous and Ambivert (Thank you again my Bunny ?? for that word, Ambivert!)  My world is intense or coasting along.  There isn't very much in between, just ask her... or ask for photos ?? her body sure can take on a Beast and me, making quite the Three way with only the two bodies present!  Anyways, people tend to forget that what they see isn't always what is with me and this is a lesson that my family has learned again and again as they try to "help me do the right thing."  My mom has stopped asking questions about my dates, wanting to know every detail, and prying too much... she's learned that I'll gladly smile and tell her EVERYTHING, in detail, if it ever got that far.  About the time I start talking even a hint of sex, she squalls and smacks at me "NOOo, I don't want to know that!" All to my great delight while dad just shakes his head and hugs mom with a "You should know better than that by now...".  My sister keeps to safe topics and is usually to busy cringing at her boy attacking me cuz I don't care how old you are, when "The Claw" comes out, its freak'n play time!  5 boys, 13 - 6yr olds go off screaming in a game of chase through the house wherein I end up hauling the youngest two back with them dangling from my neck as they try to "take the beast down"... if only they knew?? ((yes Beast loves to play with imps.)) 

My brother though.. well.. we are similar in some aspects.  His pride meets mine eye to eye though I have learned to not let mine get in the way of life when it really matters.  I can own up to mistakes and give a true apology and that is where a part of me comes out that people forget that I have.  Just because I don't look upset, just because I'm smiling, doesn't mean I've forgotten Shit. 

Back many many years ago (before the above ever was with my family) when I got fed up with pleasing others as well as with the redundant hypocrisy of formal church I entered into my great and grand field of Fucks that grew lush and fruitful. I remember when I poured gas on that bitch and sat back with a glass of Jack and lit up my first Cigar in over a decade... looked over all the abundance of harvest and flicked the match in to watch it all burn. ?? Nice guys don't finish last, they simply never finish at all and my nice guy was out in that field burning with all the fucks in the field. Needless to say, it was less than 48hrs after I said, fuck y'all, I'm tired of giving to ungrateful, whiny ass, swine who just leech off everything that was good about me and wasted it.  Beast and I went down to the Tattoo parlor and got our formal piercing.  Piercing for males in my family was taboo and I was looking at my mile long taboo list with an "Oh yeah, we are crossing off every one of these mother fuckers!" grin.  First family meal not a week later and my family freak their shit when I take off my sunglasses to reveal I now have three brow piercings... See, I love piercings.  If it wasn't so hard to get a job with all the metal in your face, I'd have close to 50 by now.  My dad expressed his displeasure in typical dad fashion and banging through the house degrading me while I stood there with a smirk.  He even threatened to "take me out back" but mom intervened when I took off my jacket and headed for the steps that would lead to the back yard.  Don't get me wrong, I most likely would have gotten my ass handed to me, dad was a brawler growing up.  I knew moves that would most likely get in some hits but in the end, he'd probably kicked my ass.  That didn't matter to me, I was done being pushed into yielding to others.  If it cost me my family, I accepted that price before I went into the tattoo parlor, I just hoped it wouldn't.  After about twenty minutes of angry questions, insults, allegations of which I didn't deny they was tired of me not answering anything more than "Because I wanted to" and "So?" (Brat answers, yeah?! lol) So they changed tactics and started attacking my love for God, family, myself, and to that I turned and went to the door.  Emotionally I had prepared for this and shut all those fuckers off before going inside so when I opened the door and flipped them off, the silence was such that one could hear a pen drop.. on fucking carpet floors. I looked them all in the eyes and said: "This is the real me, The me I've sacrificed every day for everybody else and I'm done with the bullshit.  You say you love me, prove it.  I have a hundred times over in ways you never even knew, nor do you even appreciate now, nor in remembering what I could have been." This was the first time any of them heard me growl and much like people do now, it caused a flinch.  When I calmly closed the door behind me, I was half way to my car before my brother come outside, stomping in his puff n huff, chest out, knuckles white.  He informed me that I was a bad influence on my nephews... his two sons that I loved and spent time with like my own.  His youngest was the same age as my first born so they practically grew up together.  Being pissed off at me was one thing, I'd accepted all the harsh words, all the stupid threats but this was a step beyond... I and my family was no longer welcome at his house till I take the rings out.  I remember looking at him and nodding. "As you say, let it be."  Now don't think my family didn't make up in some fashion because my wife at the time went and talked with his. Between those two they worked out the stupidity and my brother permitted "Us" to be around when he was home, which lasted about another week before things went back to normal between all of them.  However, my brother never apologized to me.  He never told me I was welcome, he told my wife and my family but never come to me so I kept my word.  When the wife tried to "talk sense into me" and my mom tried to beg me to come to family gatherings, I simply shook my head and said: "An offense was made with no restitution offered, no apologies made.  For y'all, things are all fine.  Not for me.  I don't forget and even God requires repentance before forgiveness is given." In those 20+ years I've been around my brother maybe a dozen times, talked to him about a few dozen for brief moments but no matter how pleasant we are, he's never apologized and I've never forgotten.
I hold a grudge.  Not the kind that eats at ya, get ya all pissy and plagues your mind with desires for vendetta's, na.. nobody is worth that kind of self toxicity, I just simply write a person off as though they are dead and if the time comes they do pass and I'm local.  I'll gladly visit your grave site.  Light a cigar, pour a glass of Jack.. have a few drinks, take a few tokes.. then pull out my cock and piss on your head stone while smiling contently.  Why am I like this? I'm a sadistic Irish hillbilly with a Beast to bare... This IS better then what I really want to do ?
So understand if I'm telling you to fuck off, I'm actually being really sweet and nice. So to my on-line troll who thinks they can come to me through others, trying to act like time has healed the offense.

I remember, its not forgotten, I do not forgive.  Your comments to what I say are not welcome in any form.

I find it disrespectful and begging for attention... that I have now given you. 

We share friends; Please do not disrespect them by trying to use them as unwitting messengers. It makes them uncomfortable when I tell them that you are dead to me, I do not wish to hear what she said.  I do not try to manipulate information to push people away from you or toss hand grenades at potential friends or mates in a passive aggressive "trying to help" manner. (yes, I know. They have brought to me)  I have tolerated your attempts of childish manipulations without any backlash from me until now.  This was done for our joint friends and the Cage's sake.  Remove my name from your comments, as you do not have permission to use it.  Do not give false representation of friendship with me.  Remember you blocked me for a reason... We are not.

Apparently you have forgotten what ended our friendship so lets be clear:  Fuck off.  We are not your caged animal to be controlled.  We do not enjoy being around your kind of manipulative brat. We will speak with whomever we wish, for whatever reason we wish, while gladly ignoring your presence. So run along now, go play the victim... preferably in the street... I won't know, I don't care.
-,!,, ^,..,^ ,!,,-

Many times we get caught up in all the excitement of somebody paying attention to us & I don't know about you, but I use to get soooo zoned that I'd forget to ask things like:

3) Are you currently in a relationship?

4) Do you have any children? (Ages, live at home?)

5) Can you send me a face picture of your left hand pinky on the tip of your nose? (Or some other specific pose that would never be common and is clean.)

Later in life, after being cat fished... dating a married lady who forgot to tell me about her 22yr old daughter & husband that still lived in her house, I started to realize people hide crap because they feel or know that some things are unacceptable but maybe if you just got to know them first... I understand that the inner person is just as valuable as the flesh that's wrapped around it, however if you start out on an intentional mislead or lie... how can you ever really trust them from that point forward?

At this point I decided to take the love for my career into the cyber world and apply Security measures to my on-line dating life. You would be amazed at how many people hide things intentionally, that they know would be unacceptable to me because it's in my profile. So to the above I added a new #1

1) Have you read and understand my profile?

2) Do you have any questions concerning my profile?

I understand if all you want is to fuck, a profile can seem like a waste of time.  Those who want something real, however start with the basics.  Simple fact: If you want quality, you need it to be the quality you are seeking.  If they are too lazy to read your profile, they are trying to lure you into something selfish.  What exactly? *rubs head* Magic ball says "future unclear" ? Taking time to write a short but detailed profile gives a bases for Security checks.  While texting in app, you can ask questions that hinge on their profile. 

Then comes steady progression... anybody wanting your real name and phone number within a week or two: SCAM ALERT! HACKER ALERT! STALKER ALERT!  Do not give it out, do not volunteer it.  There is a reason you use a screen name, keep using it till the moment you meet.  Now I'm not saying they are scammers/hackers/ or stalkers but esh, that screams desperation to me.  Reason people want your real name is so they can feel connected and trusted... um... fuck that!  Don't trust easy, don't put your heart on the line yet.

I rarely drag things out for months but i do like steady progression while asking the same questions as before, in different ways.  If your chuckling and shaking your head, my past history: Female age 27, only knew her 2 weeks and set up a date night. Upon meeting I felt "off" but she was declaring how we seemed to "just click". Dinner started out with laughter and puns right up to the point I was telling a story about my oldest daughter and she interrupted me to ask "Oh, you mean (my daughters real name)"... um... I don't give out my children's real name until I REALLY feel safe with a person.  Upon polite inquiry, with a joking sense of humor, I find I'm dating my 1st fang banging stalker!  Oh yes, she was a talented hacker, had chased my fake IP address to try to hack my PC, used my phone number to find my real name, used my real name to do a history/background check on me, found out almost everything about me... so yeah... upgraded Security measures 3.0!

I now use a (gamers) communications app, when/if I go outside Cage. (Feel free to ask for the app name via mail).  I use a junk email account through google, with all fake information. The app I use doesn't require a valid name, location, or phone number.  Everything I want to do, I can do there, safely!  So progressions is required

So now question 1 & 2 are important in the beginning.  3 & 4 come into play within the week & 5 dosen't happen until week 2... if they get that far. Think about it.... those first couple weeks are talking about likes, dislikes, soft & hard limits, sex, everything that keeps that new possible relationship buzz going!  However while you're doing this and slowly investing information do NOT invest your heart just yet.  It's only been a week, working on the second!  I do NOT budge from Cage until week two. Use the mail, use the bond, have fun with the 1min voice chat, Do NOT share body pics yet... it'll be ok. Quality waits. On both sides. If they want to see a pic of you, it should be on your profile.  If they want to see a pic of your tits, pussy, ass, or cock... tell them it's too soon.  If they persist, simply say no.  If they continue take a picture of the 3 stoogies, cat picture, donkey picture, rooster picture.  SEND! ??

Stand your ground because those who persist, push and rush are not SAFE, some are not SANE, and some will not care if you CONSENT.  Test these things out so when week two does come you can ask them to download the communications app and start into voice chatting, picture sharing and this is where #5 come into play.  If they wont send you a specific pose picture... they are hiding something.  Accept nothing less than what you requested.  Then ask for a clothed body shot (if that matters to you).  After that is done, have fun kinksters but still.. guard your heart.

Personally I never recommend a meet up until week 3 - 5, wherein everything seems on the up & up.  Upon setting up the day & time, I tell them to make sure to bring your drivers ID.  No excuse is acceptable to continue the date if they won't.  Ladies, make him come to you.  Men are less apt to be kidnapped, sold in the skin trade, raped, or killed.  Set the date location at or outside 30 min driving range of your home or home town at a public dinning / coffee / tea spot during busy hours. I hate to wait but there is a reason you want this. Insist on going inside, even if you buy your own food/drinks. When you meet:

They must meet you at the entrance proximity.  This is a hard limit. You want witnesses!

After greetings, ask for the driver's license & where they parked their vehicle.  Make a mental note of its location because if it's in back or out of plan sight, you do not approach their vehicle for any reason.  It may be innocent, parking is always a pain during busy hours.

Take a phone pic of their drivers license with their consent, and send that picture to someone you know will keep it secret & check up on you in 1hr, 3hrs, 5hrs, 1am. And by noon the next day.  Ladies, you do not give your ID until you have sent that pic!!

If they refuse to consent, be polite but the date is over.  Return to your vehicle and go to another restaurant immediately.  Why? If they follow, they will usually become impatient and leave, plus you can call a friend to come escort you home.

During the date make eye contact.  Even if its indirect eye contact.  Ask about their relationship status again & pay attention to those eyes!

A look upward is usually recovering memory, look down or away is usually a lie (unless talking about personal tragedy), eye to eye contact is usually the full truth.

Watch their body language.  A man with arms tight to the body or crossed is defensive, blocking, intimidation.  Legs bouncing, anxious (or needs to pee)... these are bad signs in a dom.  Leaning on the table, looking up through the brow is seduction with that quirky smile. It says they like what they see.  Arms open, hands comfortable, means they are calm & relaxed.  Guys: Smile for God's sake! Easy eyes, open up and show you are comfortable in your skin because this is what all women should be looking for.  Take "couples selfies" and send to the same friend. Don't lie about what you are doing.  Safety first!

Exiting: stop at the entrance desk and make a point to say bye to the person behind the register & make sure he is there! Why?  Cameras! There is always one behind the register.  Plus, a sweet Bye, makes you memorable.  If you don't heed my advise about the car location and decide you can trust them, awesome! One more step:

Have them point out their vehicle: take a picture from a distance... do NOT walk close to Van's, walk behind the man... let them "lead the way."  A confident male will never need to touch you to guide you, nor will an honest man want to follow you to their vehicle... follow you, yes... mmmm that ass! BUT Not to their vehicle. Have them go unlock the door of the vehicle (verifying its really theirs) then as you get closer, take a picture of the license plate & send that to the same friend.

I recommend following them or they, you, to your next destination if y'all have one and it should never be the hotel on the first date.  No, it's not about chivalry or morals... fucking Casper isn't worth it.  From all the safety precaution, most skin traders, rapist, kidnappers, etc will no longer harm you, however a quick fuck, hell yeah.  Is that what you're wanting?  So stop for a moment and ask yourself: Subs: What do you think you're worth?

Are you worth being kept safe & feeling safe?

Are you worth a few pictures?

Are you worth time and effort?

Doms: What worth do you think you are?

Do you respect hard limits?

Is your potential Sub worth providing them a safe method of getting to know you?

Can you wait a short time before *grabs you by the throat* dominating?

Shouldn't you hold a standard that is equal to the above or set one that is superior in saftey?

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Please feel free to ask my ^AngelBunny^: all that I insisted on, so she'd know she was safe. Ask her if its stopped at any point thus far.  Use the comment section below.  She'll most likely be happy to reply.

Remember girls, you may be dating a dick... safety first. Put on protection before mounting up!

Stay safe, stay sane, keep it consensual.

I woke up today as I have just about every day since meeting my ^AngelBunny^, fully erect, slowly stroking and wishing she we beside me one again.  I can still feel the smooth silk of her flesh, smell the light scent of her natural body wash that vaguely reminds me of hemp, and hear her light sounds of sleeping.  She has to me, every stimulation that I've ever desired.  She feels right in my hands, my teeth create patterns in her flesh and the sound of her crying as she tries to mentally sustain the pain, dives me all kinds of wild.  Keep in mind, I am a Sadist, I am a Primal, and I am a vampyre... I do thrill to other's pain... yet, I intentionally restrict myself to my partners pain endurance.  If she has a fracture of the mind, where the crying isn't just the mental sustaining to push through, but instead a mental collapse threatens... I know it, immediately.  It's like seeing something in my mind that hasn't happened yet but is the highest provability of becoming the reality if the path before me continues.  I lose my libido, my attitude changes to that of a protective wolf over his mate and there is nothing I will not do to keep her safe, even from me.  I am a Monster, I know I'm a Monster, I accept I'm a Monster and before y'all try your sympathetic "Ooo you're not a monster, your just misunderstood or just..." blah blah blah  I know who I was, I know who I am, and I know I'm still learning to be a better me.  Better may not be how some think, I don't seek to be sociably acceptable, just AngelBunny acceptable.  My vulgar language, inability to be fully open with emotions, I know it bothers her but just as I accept her for being her who she is, she strives to accept me as I am also.  For all the beauty of her body, her mind makes me drool just as strongly.  It's called Sapiosexual, and sweet lord have mercy does she have the brains to keep me hard.  In all my adult years, I've never had a woman who put in so much time to study me as she has.  Most the woman and men I've dated have come to me but they wanted Beast.  I don't blame them, he's dark, alluring, dangerous and one can never tell if they are going to walk away and to be honest, I've had to carry more then a few. However she didn't come to me for just him.  Yes, she loves him very much and it shows in the way she takes the time to learn how he speaks with his hands and touch.  Cries before the pain becomes to much so he can taste her tears and open up more to her. We both know it and love her more for it.  She rises to meet the challenge, presenting herself as weak and helpless while giving us everything we ever desired applying all her studies to making us a happy Masters, a hungry vamp, and an honored Primal all because she takes the time to learn us.  She applies what she knows to be the Slave we've only dared to dream of.  How she started was in the blog comments, progressed into asking me to take some fucking long ass test that asked so many repetitive questions I became frustrated half way through.  Then another, and yet a third.  Ultimately she whittled me down to numbers after getting the Myers-Brigs results, calling me an ENTJ, (Extrovert, Intuitive,Thinker, Judgement). However Beast is an Introvert so at best guess he's INTJ, seeing that we are so similar. The results were so eerie I highly recommend it to anybody who wants to learn and grow so they can break the cycle of continued mistakes.  From this we took another aptitude test which was just as long, repetitive and irritating as fuck but it pleased her and was a small thing to ask. These results I'm going to share in pictures:

What the above means: I do have fears, Desire, a self-image, weaknesses, longings, things that are great about me & things that are shit.  I may be a Monster but I'm human... This particular chart show's how to even try treating me if you ever want to get to truly know me.  She does this, mostly.  In her own way as a Slave, she treats me the way I crave but not everything is on that chart and she knows it.

What the above means: She knows I'm growing and pushes me to keep ever vigilant, hence my first comments.  She see's what nobody else ever did even though I fall horribly short of "Allowing myself to be moved to tears" as well as some other of my emotions.  Love however is one that I commit to, extremely deep.  It's also my biggest fear, just like all the rest of you out there. She holds the power within her hands to alter the course of my life by merely accepting or rejecting me.  Not many consider the effects on the world around them when dealing with another's heart.  Some will play with it for their own pleasure ego and as a Sadist I can say I could just as easily do so but as shown above, there is thing's that are simply not part of my make-up.  However, because so many do fuck it up I end up paying the price with women who don't know how to trust and think its MY job to save them.  My lil AngelBunny know's I can not do that for her.  If she trust in herself, she trust in her knowledge and therefore can trust in me to be exactly who I am.  While I speak with other women, I gave her my word that I'd never seek another without bringing it to her first.  I know she struggles to trust this.  I know her heart has been abused just as mine and many others have, yet she faces her fears and trust in her knowledge to trust in me. 

I don't see my vulnerability as strength, it is to me weakness and I loath it but I share it with her, feeling the depths of my shame but also knowing that without her being there, my vulnerability will never be compensated for.  She is my shield.  Even from herself.  She knows me so well because she doesn't just want to know my passion or the fierceness as a Primal, she doesn't just want to know the power and destruction of Beast, she wants to know the core of us both, she wants to know our true Character.  This is the third aspect that turns Beast and I upside down for this lil bunny, her Character.  She is true to who she is.  Who she says she is.  Who she presents herself to be.  She's a 4 ?

What the above means: without trying to sound too cocky or sappy... I'm everything she's looking for, just as much as she is everything to me.  To all you fake doms that couldn't keep up with her, abused her, tossed her aside or treated her like shit -,!,, ^,..,^ ,,!,- You lost out on something big time. She's now our 4, our Bunny, our Slave, our heart, our future.

Thank you AngelBunny for taking the time to study me and pointing out how I'm VERY aware and attentive to being your 8.

(Shit, I think I just jizzed in my pants remembering all she's taught me.)

Beast In Neitherland Woods

Chapter  1

Beast 

He slams to the ground, bouncing on impact as the momentum of the fall cascades him through the tall trees in an ancient forest. "OOOF!" he responds to the tall oak that had been so obliged to halt his crash course through the underbrush. Beast, tries to lift himself but even his strong body felt the abuse of that impact. Had it not been for the dragon scale that lined his body like flexible armor he surely would not have survived. A movement from his peripheral vision caused him to growl deep and spin to face his opponent, fangs bared, claws extended and wings flared out. Or... that's what would have happened had his arm not failed to support his weight as it buckled at the shoulder in the attempt to rise. His head rebounds off a large root of the oak, his vision blurs and for a second a form is outlined in the mornings rising sun. He squints.. "Beast... Stay!" Comes the familiar voice in his mind. Max, the human of whom he shares the body, looks out through his right eye trying to behold what they were seeing but vision blurred and darkness was claiming them. "Bunny....." Beast whispers before passing out.

Squirreling:

She ran through the tree tops as fast as her little squirrel legs could carry her, catching glimpses of the dragon falling out of the sky. The Forest birds had brought her a report of an invader to the wood and as their Princess, she had quickly set to task. None can enter the forest of Nietheland without her investigating the invaders and determining if they should have the right to make it out alive. "A dragon!" She'd thought as she ran on her interception course. "Oh this simply will not do." She'd faced dragons before and knew of their destructive nature. Such beast were a powerful creature to reckon with but her forest needed her, her woodland friends needed her, the very Neitherworld depended on her!  Too late she arrives at the scene and gasp at the destruction from her perch in the tall oak directly above this foul beast. Nimbly she dropped and jumped to the bottom branches, ready to give this stupid lout a piece of her mind! Standing there looking down on the black dragon she narrows her eyes to scan for signs of a surprise attack. Now that she was so much closer she noticed this dragon didn't look like those of Nietherworld. It's wings splayed out, one looking very tore up from the impact and its body was all the wrong shapes. Where was the spade tipped tail? Sure this um.. well.. Beast, she decided to call it, had many dragon like features but it would seem more like a hybrid of some kind. Humanoid in shape with strong looking features layered in scales that ended in clawed talons. It's tail was more like a thick long whip that ended in flails with small sharp looking spikes about half way up, in a single line up its spine. Unlike the dragons of this realm, that was another notable difference.  She twitched her auburn furred tail with it's pink marking that seemed oddly like a tiara crown. Curiosity fully piqued, she leapt from the tree giving her tail a snap. In a shower of glittering magic, she landed on her two small feet with a staff in hand. Where once a squirrel had been, now a child size woman stood, body selectively covered in pink fur. Her well formed and firm breast heaved from the run to get here and her green eyes scanned with suspicion. Her thin but athletically built body moved very much like a squirrel as she darted from one spot to the next, adjusting her staff defensively on her slow approach. "Oh!" She quipped in her cute childlike voice.  This was truly a beast indeed! He stinks! Her little squirrel shaped nose twisted up in disgust, hand quickly clasping over it. Quickly she darted down wind of him, into the clearing made by his destruction, which meant she could approach without the offensive odor but now he would be able to see her. She lowered herself and started trying to creep up on him, taking one slow step at at time, noting his oddly shaped head. Wide bat style ears, nose pushed up very much like a bats and from the way his mouth hung open slightly she could see the sharp looking fangs. Her pulse quickened, her grip tightened on the staff and out of defiant fear more than the need to defend herself she zig-zag darted in, bringing her staff up over her long pink hair like a cudgel. Slamming the Acorn shaped staff head into the beast shoulder felt very satisfyingly for the brief second it took for the beast to struggle to roll over. He growled, red eyes opening briefly to pierce her mind with fear.  Her blood ran cold as she froze in place slightly breathless... "OooooO my..." She whispered with a hard gulp as the feeling of moisture trickled along her inner thigh. A childish giggle escaped her lips as the back of her hand come up to cover her mouth. A blush flushed over her high cheekbones to the slightly perverse thoughts she couldn't help but have. The way his arm dangled behind him, this beast was in no shape to even defend itself. So slowly she side stepped forward, her heart racing, lust fully flamed but doing her best to remember... She is a Princess! "No time for this." she whispered to herself, blowing a stray hair out of her tiny little mouth. She furrowed her brow at what species this creature could be but surely that shoulder was dislocated and that hip was going to need some mending after the broken branch was removed from the leathery hide that separated the torso scales from the thigh ones.  She can't dispatch him until she'd determined if he was a threat to the Forest & she couldn't determine if he was a threat while he was in this condition. Chewing her lip a moment she decided her course of action. Lifting her staff above her head she began to chant causing her Acorn to glow and shimmer in a radiant translucence as her magic called upon the forest itself. Roots came forth to secure the Beast to the ground, while vines wrapped around the branch in his hip and began to pull. After several efforts, with the beast groaning, she leapt upon his thick body to grab hold of the branch and pull with all her might. Her little frame may look weak but she was no push over! Pulling hard the branch finally gave way, ripping out of the flesh so suddenly she stumbled backwards, tripping over a root. "EEP!" She exclaimed, as a firm grip caught her around the torso, keeping her from the fall. She could feel the claws pricking into her flesh and another release of moisture from between her thighs causing her to blush deeply with her chin burrowed to her chest. Her mind raced in a mix of fear and desire while trembling hands lay hold of his thumb talon, that pushed dangerously on her vitals. She wanted to pry them apart, yet... "Sigh." Slowly she turned her head and once again she was met with red eyes burning with fire. "Those fangs.." she thought to herself "such a strong face." ... "GULP." A low rumbling growl followed by a sensation of gratitude that washed over her senses as he gave a slight nod and let her lose, apparently passing out once again. Quickly she slide off his side, turned and kicked him square in the guts! "DAMN YOU BEAST!" Her heart raced from all the mixed emotions, her breast heaved in the need for air and her attention was captured as the low maniacal chuckle coming from him. "SLEEP!" She squeaked, leaping back from him as her fingers spun her magic causing mushroom spores to fall on him. In but a moment, his movements ceased and his breathing leveled out. Hands on knees, heart still racing she studied the beast as she caught her breath. 
This is definitely not what she expected. "He could have easily killed me, had he wanted to." She realized. "But... how can one so... soo... UGH!" she exclaimed out loud. "FINE! I'll help your big smelly ass but once you are healed you get the fuck out of my forest!" pointing defiantly at the sleeping beast's head, very thankful he couldn't hear her. She walked around him only giving the slightest glance at his crotch and once again blushing while silently cursing them damn scales. Once she'd retrieved her staff she cast a new spell that caused the iridescent ring of sparkling glitter magic to surround her from the feet up. Where once a pink little squirrel girl stood, now stood a plump auburn woman of maturing age. "Well, Beasty.." Her kind and strong voice sounded. "This is going to hurt you, far more than it's going to hurt me."
Grinning with a bit of mischief, she places her hands to his shoulder, fingernails glittering with blue magic and shoves hard. The slick sickening sound of the bone popping back into the joint was followed by a blue aura of magic over the wounded area. She could feel the mending but there was something more... something out of place. Ending her spell she moved to his hip where the branch had been and nodded to her suspicion. His body could mend itself, given the time, it would seem. She shrugged and went to the big oak giving it a couple knocks with her staff. "Well ya big brute, let's see what ya have to say for yerself when ya wake up." She said, glancing over her shoulder as she went about collecting acorns to snack on while she waited.

Bunny Intuition:
It was going to be another beautiful day out, she just knew it. She'd risen early to go out and watch the sunrise, find a snack of some sort, and just enjoy another quiet day in the forest. For a bunny, a nice meal and the quiet was all she really wanted. Yes, it got lonely at times but she was tired of living in Fieldlands where so many other bunnies lived, always having to keep an eye out for various predators' that would gladly scoop them up and devour her kind. Subconsciously her humanoid fingers touched the scar above her left luscious breast as she remembered the last Wolfkin that tried to devour her. "No! I'm going to enjoy the day!" Her high pitched voice declared to the edge of the Forest. Her home wasn't far away, a big oak tree where she had burrowed under for the safety of its big deep roots. She may not have the magical powers of many of the Neitherland humanoids but that didn't mean she was without abilities in her own right.  Several times it was her intuition that saved her hide and she could run like the wind. Her strong legs were agile and sleek and if worse came to worse she could always alter-form into her little bunny body which she really didn't like to do. It made her feel so vulnerable and weak, but the small frame could hide almost anywhere even with the white fur and black tipped ears. She was smart, cunning, and put into a corner, well... she may not win, but they sure as hell would know that she'd been there. Grinning with a bit of pride she stepped out into the small clearing leaving the safety of the forest behind her so she could see the sunrise. Her long bunny ears shot up, she spun around, something is wrong. Where is that coming from? She panicked as her heart raced and she crouched ready to bolt for home. Her eyes drifted upwards, following the lead of the sensation and high above came a black dot diving right at her! "SQEEEEEAK!" She shrilled. In seconds she had raced across the clearing and back into the safety of the forest. However, she stopped, "Damnit!" she thought, turning back. "I'm done running!" Balling her fist, heart racing, mind telling her to run, she marched back out into the clearing. Ok, not far but still! She was determined to see it. As she watched she noticed the falling creature wasn't flapping one of its wings. She adjusted her sight and zoomed in the best she could, watching as the black dot began to take form... "dragon?" She almost turned back, instincts screaming to flee.. but she stayed. As the dragon came closer she couldn't tell if it was in a power dive or trying to evade something but what would a dragon flee from? They are the biggest creatures in Neitherworld.
Pointing her bunny shaped nose towards the black dragon she narrowed her eyes and started making out its face. "What.. the fuck.. is THAT?!" Something stirred inside her, made her heartache as she made out the masculine bat like face with its body of corded muscles. She only realized too late that she had subconsciously walked further out into the clearing and that ... THING! was headed right for her! That's it! Like a bolt of lightning, she fled into the forest heading for the safety of her burrow. She was so close to home she could see the mighty oak as it came into view. "NO! DAMNIT!" Digging her heels in she skid to a stop and turned back towards the clearing when she heard the sound of saplings and underbrush shattering to something massive.
"NOPE!" She's not stupid. Over the mighty Oak's roots and down the hole she went, stopping just inside the tight entrance while her heart raced with breast heaving with fright. With hands pressing the sides of the entrance she listened and waited for the crashing to stop before she popping her head up to look around. Feeling the energy of something that seemed to call to her, she cautiously left her hole and peeked around the oak. Her heart caught in her throat as her eyes settled on the beast before her. As though being called to him she tossed caution to the wind to step out and move towards the still lying form. She was just about to touch it, when it stirred. "SQEAK!" Off she went, right through the path of destruction, across the field glistening in the rays of the sun as it lifted over the forest canopy. For a second she paused, taking in the beauty of the rising sun before looking over her shoulder at the beast now laying still once again. Shaking off the feeling that should go see if he's dead outside her home she turned to the forest and headed for a safety burrow that she didn't particularly care for but here was defiantly NOT safe. 

G'morning beautiful kinksters! Ugly kinksters too! Don't want anybody to feel left out as I look into the inky blackness of my mirror with the lights off, pondering if my reflection will have put up another "Job vacancy" sign for me to read if I turn the lights on.  Honestly, I'm starting to get a complex!  This last reflection looked like a gorilla from the Congo, but shit... it worked for bananas so I wasn't about to complain.

Now before you go all awwww he has self esteem issues... Baaahahahahaha!! Vampires don't have reflections so we have to outsource that shit!  I know I'm a handsome mother fucker! My mom told me every day before handing me my "special" pill and a small cup of funny tasting koolaid.  I always wanted to ask what was in it but she'd sit there looking at her wrist watch while stroking my hair soothingly. (yes, I had hair!) For some reason she would get anxious and sigh after about five minutes. I never did figure out what made her so anxious... Now not everyone has such a loving mom like mine growing up... she'd get me my white extra long sleeved jacket, unloose the straps that helped to keep the boogeyman from running off with me, slip my hugger on and my "magic" mask before ruffling my hair (stop laughing damit, I DID have hair!) And back out of my room slowly.  To this day I'm not really sure there is lip eating goblins, but *shrugs* how would I know, the mask was magic and I still have my lips so apparently it worked, right?!?

Anyways, while learning all I could from my friends I found many thing to be complexing...

Why is it that we call it Unsweet tea?  Who took the sugar out?  How the fuck did they get the sugar out once it's been melted into the tea and... why even do the extra step of putting it in, if you're just going to remove it? ?  Even my friends couldn't answer that and when they would ask my mom for me, she just ignored them... which I found to be highly rude, I mean they was RIGHT THERE, but then... she did say I shouldn't talk to strangers and she was seeminglu shy around them so maybe that's the reason?  She didn't know them and was just leading by example... ?? I love my mom!  I always hoped that someday I'd find a woman who cared that much about me but then I discovered, despite what the mean kids in the neighborhood would tell me, I had a dick! So obviously they have no clue what a pussy is!  This discovery of having a lil piece of flesh, the size of a tic-tac was such a complex thing to deal with. Every day was a game of picky-boo as it would hide and then for no reason just slide right out, trying to see through my pants but I'm like... silly tic-tac, you need hands to open the fabric window!  However my best friends sister enjoyed opening the window for it and ooooh my gawd did she fall in love.  Gave it a name and kissed it so passionately that it made me feel all weird and shit... Those two had a strange relationship or at least to me they did... she apparently liked it to spit in her mouth and I was all like GROOOOOSS!! But who am I to judge? Made me feel great or at least till she would try to play tether ball while upset at me... that shit hurt!

Now that brings me to another contemplation that dawned on me many years later... why do we call those who we see as weak or cowards "pussy" ... I mean stop and think of the illogical wording of such a statement.  Pussy can take a beating from an elephant riding a jackhammer, day in, day out, sometimes three times a day, and just spit at its abusier while it blossoms out into an upside down Cali-Lilly, all pretty and wet... you just tap a scrotum and men drop to their knees, speaking in tongue while sucking for air like a fish out of water.  Would it not be more accurate to call them "Ball sack"? I feel this would be more accurate of a statement.

Also, why do we use fantastic things as offensive language? I do it all the time, I know.  How many times have I said I'm an Asshole while grinning with pride?  I know some will say "well, its because assholes are offensive, smell bad and are full of shit." But I beg to differ... apparently you don't keep yours clean and have a liking for storing colon produced chocolate MnM's between your butt cheeks.  Myself, I like to keep that all washed up and if you think about it, an asshole is surrounded by two well formed, lovely mounds of flesh that can give you whip lash it you stare too long while its walking away.  Having your asshole french kissed will make your eyes roll back, toes curl, and you'll possibly drool a little.  Slip something in there of the appropriate size will make you grab at the sheets like a happy cat, pawing at the covers! (Ty Monty) So while you may look at being called an asshole, as an offense, to me it's a perfect compliment!

Perhaps I just look at things differently and find pride in that which others would call offensive, maybe I just think beyond the surface... or maybe I just thunk on thoughts because I think too much?

I would love to continue this blog but I see ^Ishi^ and my ^AngelBunny^ have woke up and seen my "G'morning" txt so time to get my head right and look forward to another great day.

***Disclaimer: Things said about my mom was completely false & intended for the sole purpose of rambling humor.***

Love you ppl!  ??

Somedays you wake up and still feel like things are just a bit surreal... then you look across the pillow and see something that makes you grin like the Cheshire cat.  

Images of coffee run through your brain, making you sigh and long for the dark robust flavor to cross your tongue.  

When its finally brewed,and you know how that is... it takes fooooreeever to brew when you're longing for that bitter sweet flavor.  You simply must package it in the most adorable cup because let's face it, we all have a lil vanity that we nurture.

Now comes for the dressing... something sweet, a little creamy, a light flavor that sparks off the tongue and makes lightening strikes stimulate your brain cells.  You breath deeper, your chest swells and you almost purr to the taste... SUCH a good cup of coffee!

Today I tried a new blend of French Roast coffee with a bit of AngelBunny cream.  I must say, it's been a very very, good morning. 

Cheers!  Oh, and those muffins taste even better off her a.... ut, um... well.  Use your imagination for what we did with the left over batter. ??

(Hit play before you enjoy the read... you'll understand later)

I was heading home for lunch today in this ass crack of fucktardium when a white SUV merges out of the right lane, into the middle as we are heading north on our 6 lane road (3 lane North, 3 south, divided by lovely shrubbery and grass in the median). I was thinking wow, that's a nice change for someone to move out of the slow lane as I'm approaching behind them doing te speed limit of 45 while they was doing less.  I'd planned to change lanes myself to go around but hey... Thanks driver! Mighty kind of ya! 20 seconds later, the SUV whips the wheel shooting across the lane I'm in, causing me to lock up the breaks and make some quick defensive driving! I've watched NASCAR, I know how this shit breaks down!  Rub'ns Racen bitches!... ... ... HOLY Fuuuuuck, how I missed them is still beyond me! I know it was close, the brown streak in my pants told me that! Hit the gas & go before some asshat coming up way to fucking fast rearends me! 

Heart thumping like I'd been bunny fucking for the past 2hrs, I hoot with joy which turns to growling and the roar of my beast...because sudden emotional outburts wakes his ass up out of "slumber" during the daytime. My once fantastic day now turns into raging bear being woke from hibernation and the sun begins to become much hotter.  He's just doing his job, no wakkis... quick explanation followed by playback and he's calming down.

However by this time we've traveled about a mile hanging a right, off the 6 lane onto another, less busy 6 lane.  We're doing about 50 on this 45 because I REALLY need out of the sun now, kick on the AC & crank that bitch UP!  Now this isn't open Highhway, there is stop lights almost every 1/4 mile but if you catch one green, the next 2 (at speed limit) will also be green... BUT some hillbilly inbreed decides that his beat all to fuck, Ford Ranger with the Walmart can spray job, was exempt of all traffic laws and punches the gas, bringing him across all 6 lanes and you guessed it! Causing me to lock it up a second time!  Its literally 7 miles from my work to home!  Wth is wrong with people today?! AGAIN, let off the break and coast so I have less impact damage from behind... AGAIN another so close miss I could see the details in his red duck taped tail lights!  My pants are a bit squishy, my heart is playing "Wipe Out" in my chest and you know it! Hey there big guy! Left eye blinks, vision goes red, HE CAN'T FUCKN DRIVE! Pull back on the chains and finish the drive home in a red haze while flinching to the Bull in a China shop, raging through my brain.  Thankfully my home has some lovely shade trees and the dash from the truck to the door with something oozing down my leg wasn't harsh.  The blissful darkness of my sanctuary (home) engulfes as the dog runs out to do his routine when I open the door.  I head straight to the restroom while trying to calm my beast who is justifiably PISSED to no end. Somewhere in his rage and my clean up, we simi sync up. 

Him: Fukn stupid hu'mans!

Me: Need to learn to drive!

Him: Slit their damn throats!

Me: Every damn one!

(I've lived with him so long, I know how to play the game, Que up Skrillex)

Beast loves music and this little distraction is what he needs so since we are now in the process of changing clothes he's raging in a rythm... it's real hilarious if it didn't feel like glass being shattered and raked along the inside of the skull... onward he rages till his focus meets mine and the wall looks sooo tempting... such a lovely target... instant fulfillment to purge the anger... I take this moment to make a call out to a friend whom I'm trusting will do what she's so damn good at.  With just a few words of her soothing southern accent he hears her... "Beast... calm down.  Please Beast... don't do it." His right fist grinding the wall, my left hand holding the phone with speaker on, I replay it... The rage simmers... he snorts.  "FINE!"  He stomps back into the dark recesses of my mind and my body is my own again.  Seriously this shit is taxing and I just slide down the wall before thanking her, grabbing a few breaths and head back to work... this all took over an hour.  Yea upper management position! First though as I get in the truck.

We do all this shit for covid and people only have to pass a driving test 1 time, usually at 16yr old... What the hell is wrong with our laws?!  People should be required to retake that damn test & pass first try or have it revoked till they redo the course & test!  Age:23 just to remind you to NOT Txt Drive / nor Drink & drive.

Age 40ish... mid life crisis = mid life driving test damit!

Age 69: Cuz if you don't have the physical or cognitive ability to eat a pussy while your dick is being sucked, YOU SHOULD NOT BE BEHIND A WHEEL! ???

Be safe out there people, we walk among idiot's.

Ty again to the lovely people helping me along lifes path. 

If you get to know me any, it's only a matter of time before you'll see me Rp (role play) an action like *Points off in that direction and begins to walk away.* OOOooo look at the butterfly!  It's a thing, its going to happen.  Most people just accept it's me deflecting or being silly which is exactly what I'm wanting them to think so that I can get out of the conversation.  Surprisingly enough, it even works really well and in the years I've been doing it, very few people ask why butterflies.  Then I came to the Cage and you lil freaks are like... BUTTERFLIES!  Tell me about the butterflies! (It feels good to be around people who aren't trapped inside their mundane boxes. *sighs contently*)

I can't rightly remember how long ago its been due to it being that long ago but it was near the beginning of a doomed marriage that I was walking along talking to God (yes, believe it or not I do have a god and I believe he gets a right good laugh at most the things I do)
Anyways! So there I was walking along, uncaring where I was heading though 3 miles in any direction would end you up in woodlands, farm lands, or streams.  Once again I was feeling the loneliness and confinements of marriage and to top it off we just had another argument over stupid ass shit that I thought was just common curiosity.  
"I don't understand, it seems like nothing I do or say actually sticks in her head"
"You can not change what does not seek to be changed."

"But why wouldn't she? I'm her husband... It's not like I'm asking for her to slave around the house.  Just stay home, clean the place up a bit before going off to gallivant across the country side."
"Cut her fucking throat, bury the body, let me feed, kill the cunt!" 
*sigh* "Beast, why are you awake and better yet why are just adding to the stress? Can't you see I'm having a conversation here? Go back to your shadows, let the grown ups talk." 
Silence followed for a few minutes as I looked around and realized I was out in area where the woodlands give way to the farmers fields and it looked like this was the year for the overlay for this particular field of wild grass and wild flowers. In those days it took a lot of concentration to force him back so while i'm saying I'm looking around in silence what I actually mean is I'm throwing up mental shields, cutting off all noise to my mental ears. It was rather painful but the pain made me feel numb and numb was better than what I was feeling to begin with.  Letting the shield down some and sighing I heard him once again in a small voice of calm.
"come my son, remove your shoes and let us talk."
I kicked off my shoes and left them where they lay, tossed my socks and when I saw the shimmer I headed for it. (A shimmer to me is when you look  around you and a place, person or thing seems to shimmer and stand out to the eye.) "Sorry about that Lord, He's becoming increasingly difficult since coming out in the day light hours." 

"You do not need to apologies for being who you are, my son. I know him and how he vexes you but as you can see you have been given authority over him.  You can drop the shields now.  Let us talk freely."

I did as requested and let the world fall back in on me as I began to walk through the field. "Am I asking too much?"
"you are asking too little"
"I don't understand then.  Why am I the one hurting and unable to get her to see the pain she is causing?"

"you can not change what does not seek to be changed, son."

"Why doesn't she seek change? Am I not worth changing for? Have I not given her a good life? Provided and cherished her?"

I was hurting and starting to yell as my rage began to build.

"How can anybody say that they love you when all the do is the opposite of what you are asking? How many hours I have taken to talk to her about the situation? How many different ways have I approached the subject and wanting to bust her head through a wall, I kept it in! I DIDN'T rage on her, I sit and I try to rationalize, I try... why can't I get the same respect?"
"You can not change what does not seek to be changed." came the calm voice bu t with a touch to shoulders. "calm yourself, look around you." 

unhearing I raged on.

"We made vows!  To have and to hold, when do i get to have or hold? How can I when she's never home?!  She won't listen! spend spend spend like my money just pops out my ass and there it i...." Instantly my rage simmered and I felt my shame "Sorry Lord." ... "I'm just so tired..."

"Do not apologies, son.  You speak from the heart and I know you are hurting.  You do well, continue." 

Taking a moment I stood looking at my feet, not even realizing that I had vented on my surroundings and crushed or torn up everything in a small swath around me.

"I'm stuck aren't I? Till death do us part... I will always hurt like this till one of us is dead.  Perhaps..."

"kill the cunt, kill the cunt, slash her throat and feed... burn her bones, bury the ash and piss on the grave!"

"yes..perhaps.. but not today Beast. Leave me be." With a wave of my hand in a state of mind solemn and looking at the inevitable outcome I dismissed Beast who raged in the background like a two year old having a temper tantrum.

"I can not change her, can I Lord?" 

"No.  One must want to be changed in order to be enlightened."

"She does not wish to change... even for me." Depression set in once again and I dropped to my knees. "Will you change her for me?"

"I can not change those who do not seek to be changed, son.  I gave you freewill and thus it is.  I can give reason, I can show signs but it is up the person to rationalize and see the way."  I could feel him squatting before me, trying to sooth the chaos in my mind as I tried to understand what it is he was telling me.

"I do not know if I can live like this, Lord.  I hurt all the time now. Her, Beast, the sun, its eating my mind.  Leaving me empty, bare, and alone."

He didn't speak to calm me, he did not change how I was thinking but sat patiently waiting as he always seemed to do.

"Am I to be off this world? Would it not be better for me to just end this vessel and come home with you?" For as much as I wanted to cry, I would not permit it and just looked up at where I knew he was.

"That is not for me to say, son.  It would be a waste for you to do so.  There is so many that need your abilities in all of whom you are. If you seek to end your vessel, I will bring you home and set the beast free to find another.  You would not know the pains of this world again but that is a choice you must make alone."  Its as though he stood up and waited... 

I took the dagger from the small of my back and placed it between the ribs.  Up and to the right... it would be quick.  Beast raged in the background but for me, its as though time stopped... my mind blanked and the singularity of what I was about to do came to a moment of decision. 

"I can not change her... one must want change to be changed..." a butterfly flew before my eyes and landed on the back of my hand.  A simple cabbage butterfly, yellow and small with a little black dot in each of its wings.  Its veins drew a pattern in themselves as my sight ate up the details as is my way.  From its body, in a single color with veins so small that I'd never payed much attention, I could see a pattern like one erupting from its core into the air to be free and something clicked.
"Nor do I have to be the same... To change, I must want to change." I looked up to where I knew he stood looking down at me with what I viewed as a smile.

"Thank you Lord. I understand now." He vanished in the background as the butterfly took flight, flitting around me and dancing for my entertainment. When it began to leave me for the wild flowers, I smile and crouched down like a cat looking for a prey and the Beast in my mind growled with anticipation.  My dagger went back to its sheath and I spent hours chasing butterflies in the field, feeling free of my burden and letting Beast hunt through my body.  No, it wasn't the flesh he so craved to taste beneath our teeth but it was a hunt and butterflies can be VERY elusive! 

So now, when you see me saying "Oh look, a butterfly." Do you understand?

Have you ever thought a thought that you think you thunk before, but for the life of you there is no clue to that thought before... 

There are times where I wonder if i'm just slipping into insanity or if the insanity of the world is just becoming clearer... OK that's a lie. Sometime I feel like i'm jumping off skyscraper, aiming for a pond of uncertain depth, grabbing insanity and just fucking the ever living shit out of her on the way down... till FINALLY, I hit something that stops my decent into madness.  I let her go and BOING! Bungy back up into reality once again.  Yeah that sounds a bit more accurate.  At times like these on the way back up into reality where the logical and mundane of everyday exist, I feel like I hit a critical error and my system is going into reboot.  For those of you unaware of the lingo, Critical error is when something fucks up so bad your PC that a blue screen or PoP up shows up and says "CRITICAL ERROR:" Usually followed by "the system can not preform the action that you require, Please reboot and try again." However if you have a CPU.. umm the heart of your PC, starting to fry the Critical Error isn't as nicely placed it just says it and starts a count down that you can't stop as it renders your PC inoperable...or blue screen of death or POOF.. and you start smelling smoke... not.. that.. I've ever done that.. >.>

ANYWAYS! The thoughts that run through my head in these times are illogical, sometime malicious or vicissitude in nature, though most are just plucked out little marbles of curiosities that I can't seem to take my off of as I study the content for every little detail.  I have literal spend over an hour looking at an ant hill, pondering all the things that they do and why, questioning how is it that something so simple can be so complex and not ever realize the complexity that caused its make up so that it can be so simply minded!  Or is it that they do know and have come to a higher understanding that humans tend to forget due to our nature of greed, lust, blah, blah, blah. How does a queen chose her mate? I mean seriously, Does she line up all her male ants and walk the line going.. hmm... he looks pretty studly and OMG look how well he's hung! *fans herself* And just look at those antennae!  I'll take him! Bob, is it? Have him bathed in dew and bring him to my chamber. Now considering the ENTIRE hive is now depending on Bob, I can't even imagine (actually I can as this is all going on in my head but GOOO WIIITH IT) How Bob must feel.  The stress!  What about performance anxiety! and I must say... for a little ant... that fucker has to be holding one hell of a load considering how many eggs lil miss Queeny is about to lay.  Then.. what about after? Does Queeny keep Bob around for the occasional "touch up" or does she kick his ass to the curb to be sent back out into a sexless life of mundane task? Either way I'm struggling to release my feeling for Bob... because there isn't a man out there that once they've had the best sex EVER! (consider the load here... you know that shit has to be insane!) can go back to never having it again! 

ENTERS NEW THOUGHT: So Bob has been ejected back into the masses where there is no privacy but dammit, he still stuck on queenys tight lil ant hole and like all good male when we can't get it out of our heads and need to um... well.. Grab up a sock!  I can hear it already..Carl: Bob... Stop it. , Bob: You don't understand Carl.. that shits like running head long into a sugar bag!,  Carl: BOB, what the fuck is wrong with you! At least use your own damn sock!  , Bob: *Hands Carl a wet sock.* sorry bro, you should have said something earlier.

By the time I'm done with just that contemplation, my mind is cleared.  I'm laughing so hard I'm now rolling on said ant hill.  I no longer feel out of balance and I can walk the 18 miles back home that I didn't even realize I walked in the first damn place -_-   ... With ant bites.  Who knew them bastards were into kink?!  They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste.  I agree!  

Hope y'all enjoyed!
Max
(and yes this is 100% true, all the above did happen)