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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 ^,..,^
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3 years ago. May 2, 2020 at 10:57 PM

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!
(and yes this is 100% true, all the above did happen)

Jack in the box -
"Ant hole" 😁
That was a very interesting read Max - thank you !! 👍 😊
3 years ago
Max Heathen​(other male) - Welcome! I know I don't think straight but at least I have f... oooo look, a butterfly... 😂
3 years ago
Dellydoodah​(neither female) - BDSM..Safe Sane Meatloaf said two outta three aint bad
3 years ago
Max Heathen​(other male) - lmao, Agreed Delly!
3 years ago

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