The Depravity Rainbow

The Real Meaning

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 20:27:00 +0000

"Mary Did You Know"

[Originally written by Mark Lowry and Buddy Greene]

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy would one day walk on water?

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy would save our sons and daughters?

Did you know

that your Baby Boy has come to make you new?

This Child that you delivered will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man?

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand?

Did you know

that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?

When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?

Mary did you know.. Ooo Ooo Ooo

The blind will see.

The deaf will hear.

The dead will live again.

The lame will leap.

The dumb will speak

The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy is Lord of all creation?

Mary, did you know

that your Baby Boy would one day rule the nations?

Did you know

that your Baby Boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?

The sleeping Child you're holding is the Great, I Am.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/clayaiken/marydidyouknow.html

Merry Christmas!

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 20:21:00 +0000

Images Galore

Okay Gang & Readers,

Happy Holidays. I've been kinda a dick for a while whining & bitching so I need to change my life and do something more.

If it's meant to be something will happen - if not it was an amazing ride & I can never regret any decision I made, even if some people regret meeting me.

Here's a little Christmas cheer.

Always,

Julian

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Happy Thanksgiving

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:55:00 +0000

May the blessings of the Holiday creep over your skin with the loving touch you all richly deserve.

Always,

Julian

-wtf-

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 15:48:00 +0000

Testing ...

We Could All Use A Chuckle

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:07:00 +0000

1-The housewife answered a knock on the door and found a total stranger standing on the doorstep. "Excuse me for disturbing you, ma'am," he said politely, "but I pass your house every morning on my way to work, and I've noticed that every day you appear to be hitting your son on the head with a loaf of bread." "That's right." "Every day you hit him on the head with a loaf of bread, and yet this morning you were beating him with a chocolate cake." "Well, today is his birthday."

2-A kindly old lady came across a little boy sitting on the pavement crying his eyes out. 'What's the matter?' she asked. 'It's my birthday!' he hollered. 'And I had a bicycle and a new tracksuit and this afternoon there's to be a party with crisps and jelly and a birthday cake and a disco afterwards. . .' and he had to stop talking because he was crying so hard. 'But that's lovely,' said the old lady. 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm lost!'

3- It was Grandpa Jones' 100th birthday and he was still in perfect health. At his birthday party he was asked how he managed to live so long and stay so fit. He explained "I put my long life down to spending so much time out of doors. I've been in the open air, day after day, rain or shine, for the last 75th years." "How do you manage to keep up such a rigorous fitness regime?" we asked. "It's simple" he said. "When I married my wife 75 years ago, we both made solemn pledge on our wedding night. We agreed that whenever we ever had a fight, whoever was proved wrong would go outside and take long walk."

4- A blonde walks up to a Coke machine and puts in a coin. Out pops a Coke. The blonde looks amazed and runs away to get some more coins. She returns and starts feeding the machine madly and of course the machine keeps feeding out drinks. Another person walks up behind the blonde and watches her antics for a few minutes before stopping her and asking if someone else could have a go. The blonde turns around and shouts, "Can't you see I'm winning!"

5- A blonde comes home from a day of shopping and discovers that her house is on fire, so she calls the fire department on her cell phone. "Please state the nature of your emergency," says the operator. "Help! My house is on fire!" the blonde replies. "Okay, where do you live?" "In a house you silly billy!" the blonde replies. "No,no! How do we get there?" the operator asks fustratedly. "Duh! Big Red Truck!!"

6- A blonde goes into a Best Buy. She asks a clerk if she can buy the TV in the corner. The clerk looks at her and says that he doesn't serve blondes, so she goes back home and dyes her hair black. The next day she returns to the store and asks the same thing and again the clerk said he doesn't serve blondes. Frustrated, the blonde goes home and dyes her hair yet again, to a shade of red. Sure that a clerk would sell her the TV this time, she returns and asks a different clerk this time. To her astonishment, this clerk also says that she doesn't serve blondes. The blonde asks the clerk, "How do you know I am a blonde?" The clerk looks at her disgustedly and says,"That's not a TV - it's a microwave."

7- One day a blonde, red-head, and a brunette were driving through the desert when all of a sudden their car broke down. They decided they would all walk to civilization. The red-head said, "I'm going to take water so if I get thirsty I can drink it." Then the brunette said, "I'm going to take some food so if I get hungry I can eat." And then the blonde said "I'm going to take the car door, so if I get hot, I can roll the window down!"

8- A blonde was swimming. She swam deeper and deeper until she drowned. Her husband came home and found her dead in the bathtub.

I Heart Fetlife.com

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 21:50:00 +0000

New Story - Summertime Lessons

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:36:00 +0000

Summertime Lessons with Samantha
 I'm a writer in Texas & met another writer, a gorgeous  young woman  wanting to publish an incest story involving a  brother & sister.

After a few deliberations about the characters we agreed and  began to write out our ideas & responses.

Needless to say for us, the story has taken on a life of its' own  and
we're happy this little bit of fiction is posted here for  all to enjoy
reading as much as we've enjoyed writing it.

Now a Disclaimer: "The story is ABSOLUTE FICTION! No resemblence to

anyone we know has occurred in any way. Our characters are unique and

individual creations; they're not 'hommages' or anything so trite. No

crimes were or are being committed in creating this work of FICTION!"

If the incestuous relationship between a teenage girl  and her brother is
a little off-putting, please read ANYTHING else you wish.

You've been warned with a big smile.  Enjoy.

Blessings,

Julian (afare24get)

Angrier Than Before

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 15:59:00 +0000

I used to think I hated my life before, and now I see I hate my life even MORE! I just got a check from 2 school districts: it was less than $450 for about 9 days work!

Bullshit!

I am not earning a living, I am getting a fucking allowance.

THIS is why they can't get quality substitute teachers: someone can pay more.

Sadly, I need the goddamned money!

I have to make a life without depending on anyone ... and I have to make my dreams come true.

People make every kind of imaginable vice about, and they make a living if not their dreams come true.

I try doing well, just enough to get by, and I am losing my shirt and my fucking mind!

My heart is breaking, and I hate my world.

I want to run, but there's nowhere to go.

I want to cry but if I do there's a sign of weakness I don't need the world to see.

I wish my realities would come from my dreams, but they're breaking my heart.

Someday ... right?

I'm 42, and I want to have children, and to be happy. Satisfied, with my life, my accomplishments, and with my desires not to be unfulfilled.

Remembrance

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:09:00 +0000

Remembrance

In the laundromat’s din
I recall my favorite sin
sigh and fall into my trance
of my remembrance

It feels like a dream
That woman so bright
I loved her too much
I wanted that wife

But it was doomed all along
We’re too far apart
We couldn’t hope for a song
The life we’d never start

She said good-bye as I
were nothing
She’s moved on fast
Onto another fling

I don’t even ring
I don’t even write
She had a new thing
She has a new life

Does she look at her laptop
wondering about me?
Or does she make her coffee,
and love another and flee?

I hate haunting her
though I miss her so
I’m trying to be good
I’m trying to let go.

The coffee is sweet
the memory is bitter
I wish she’d find me
I’d never release her.

But that’s not my lot
I wish her the best
I hope she’s behaving
I won’t go out west
In the dark of night
loving someone else
It’s her voice I hear
as clear as a bell.

I’m always remembered,
never forgotten.
I wish she’d want me
even though I am rotten

We planned for so much
future fantasies and dreams.
All that dissipated
like coffee and creams.

I wish she’d say I love you once again
I’d accept it no matter the pain
Should she ever see this
It’s my honest truth:

I love you now, a remembrance, and an absolute.

Just a few thoughts ...

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:05:00 +0000

I Just Can't Stop Loving You lyrics

I Just Want To Lay Next To You
For Awhile
You Look So Beautiful Tonight
Your Eyes Are So Lovely
Your Mouth Is So Sweet
A Lot Of People
Misunderstand Me
That's Because They Don't
Know Me At All
I Just Want To Touch You
And Hold You
I Need You
God I Need You
I Love You So Much

[Michael]
Each Time The Wind Blows
I Hear Your Voice So
I Call Your Name . . .
Whispers At Morning
Our Love Is Dawning
Heaven's Glad You Came . . .

You Know How I Feel
This Thing Can't Go Wrong
I'm So Proud To Say
I Love You
Your Love's Got Me High
I Long To Get By
This Time Is Forever
Love Is The Answer

[Siedah]
I Hear Your Voice Now
You Are My Choice Now
The Love You Bring
Heaven's In My Heart
At Your Call
I Hear Harps,
And Angels Sing

You Know How I Feel
This Thing Can't Go Wrong
I Can't Live My Life
Without You

[Michael]
I Just Can't Hold On

[Siedah]
I Feel We Belong

[Michael]
My Life Ain't Worth Living
If I Can't Be With You

[Both]
I Just Can't Stop Loving You
I Just Can't Stop Loving You
And If I Stop . . .
Then Tell Me Just What
Will I Do

[Siedah]
'Cause I Just Can't Stop
Loving You

[Michael]
At Night When The
Stars Shine
I Pray In You I'll Find
A Love So True . . .

[Siedah]
When Morning Awakes Me
Will You Come And Take Me
I'll Wait For You

[Michael]
You Know How I Feel
I Won't Stop Until
I Hear Your Voice Saying
"I Do"

[Siedah]
"I Do"
This Thing Can't Go Wrong

[Michael]
This Feeling's So Strong

[Siedah]
Well, My Life Ain't
Worth Living

[Both]
If I Can't Be With You
I Just Can't Stop Loving You
I Just Can't Stop Loving You
And If I Stop . . .
Then Tell Me, Just What
Will I Do

[Michael]
I Just Can't Stop Loving You

[Siedah]
We Can Change All The World
Tomorrow

[Michael]
We Can Sing Songs Of
Yesterday

[Siedah]
I Can Say, Hey . . .Farewell
To Sorrow

[Michael]
This Is My Life And I,

[Both]
Want To See You For Always
I Just Can't Stop Loving You

[Siedah]
No, Baby

[Michael]
Oh!

[Both]
I Just Can't Stop Loving You

[Siedah]
If I Can't Stop!

[Both]
And If I Stop . . .

[Siedah]
No

[Michael]
Oh! Oh! Oh . . .Oh . . .

[Siedah]
What Will I Do? Uh . . .Ooh . . .
(Then Tell Me, Just What
Will I Do)

[Both]
I Just Can't Stop Loving You

[Michael]
Hee! Hee! Hee! Know I Do
Girl!

[Both]
I Just Can't Stop Loving You

[Michael]
You Know I Do
And If I Stop . . .

[Both]
Then Tell Me, Just What
Will I Do

[Both]
I Just Can't Stop Loving You

http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/michael-jackson-lyrics/i-just-can_t-stop-loving-you-lyrics.html

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THE STYLISTICS lyrics - You Make Me Feel Brand New

My love, I'll never find the words, my love
To tell you how I feel, my love
Mere words, could not explain

Precious love, you held my life within your hands
Created everything I am
Taught me how to live again

Only you came when I needed a friend
Believed in me through thick and thin
This song is for you
Filled with graditude and love

God bless you
You make me feel brand new
For God bless me with you
You make me feel brand new
I sing this song 'cause you
Make me feel brand new

My love, when ever I was insecure
You built me up and made me sure
You gave, my pride, back to me

Precious friend, with you I'll always have a friend
You're someone who I can depend
To walk a path that sometimes bends

Without you, life has no meaning or rhyme
Like notes to a song out of time
How can I repay
You for havin' faith in me

God bless you
You made me feel brand new
For God bless me with you
You made me feel brand new
I sing this song for you

http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/the_stylistics/you_make_me_feel_brand_new.html

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GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa :
half discovered, half wild,fertile and naturally beautiful.

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe :
well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value.

Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain :
very hot, relaxed, and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece :
gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain :
with a glorious and all conquering past.

Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel :
has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice,
takes care of business.

Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada :
self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.

After 70, she becomes Tibet :
wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past
and the wisdom of the ages,
an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge.

GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN

Between 1 and 90,
a man is like Iran,
ruled by nuts.

What Do I Want

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:23:00 +0000

A friend asked me what I want in life, and I have been thinking about it for some time now. It’s not easy to make a list of factors, thoughts, and ideas that you’d like to either solidify or realize as your limits or goals per se. I don’t think I ever wanted anything tangible in all honesty. But I’ve been on the good & bad side of a relationship and I know what I’d like from a partner, lover and friend.

So let’s begin:

· Honesty: I want to tell them the things I like such as my penchant for age-play, role-play, costuming and the like. I don’t want to be caught doing something that is repugnant to them.
· Communication: I’d love to discuss the factors in having an orgy, or not having an orgy. Any fantasy, desire or thought is open to discussion, such as whom to and not to bring into a threesome, where we’re going for vacation, or why that mass or concert sucked so badly.
· Warmth: I want this person to be the first and last thought I ever have in my head, even when I wake up or slip asleep next to them. I want them wanting me just as much.
· Caring: PDA’s would not be something held back in any way.
· A Family: This person should be willing to bear my children. They should also want to have children, not find them an obligation of age or anything as trivial as a biological clock.
· Acceptance: I want to know that if I have a hedonistic moment of lust I won’t be discarded, mainly because the person I love thinks with their genitals also, and may slip from time to time.
· A Mind: I want to talk about movies, my thoughts, my life, fantasies, write, read and still have moments of absolute peace and quiet that are the bonding of our lives.
· A Soul: this person should care for me as much as I care for her; limitlessly, endlessly, and never feel as if they have to submit to me. Granted, I’d like a submissive in my life but walking beside me, always knowing who she belongs to, and what I really want of her in my life.
· Beauty: That’s Inner as well as Outer beauty. I don’t have that yet so I have to keep working at it a little longer. But I do like myself naked more so than I did a few years ago so that in itself is a plus!
· Talent: This person should be willing to paint, to play musical instruments, celebrate life, dance and drop everything at the drop of a hat to run off on an adventure.
· Fearlessness: I want to ride the roller coaster, play paintball games, and run around strange woods camping in new places, hoping to learn more about myself and what I like and want for myself.
· Unafraid: This isn’t the same as fearless because I want someone who’s going to share what’s inside themselves so they can have a satisfying, rich life also; I don’t think I’d like being serviced 24/7, but I could be wrong. I want them smiling as much as I would smile.

In some circles I am just a writer and artist, and in other places I am a Daddy-Dom meaning I like ‘schoolgirls’ and the roles they play in satisfying a age-play fantasy. In some places I am a wicked man, in others a loving, generous man. All I want to know is that someone will see all these facets accept, and polish and enjoy them as much as I enjoy being each and every one of these people.

One woman recently embodied all those things and so much more, but she chose another life and I must move forward, making myself smile, seeking the pleasure of the new days, and hoping for the best. What will happen or where it will take me is another story.

Onward.

Blessings,

Julian

Starr Search - A Little Background

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:16:00 +0000

I am beginning a new series in the vein of the old Greenleaf Books from the 70's & 80's, which were so damned wild, they go fast & pricey on eBay.

I've collected them locally in smut shops and flea markets, vintage bookstores and resale shops whenever they pop up.

Thus, my new series, which will have MUCH shorter chapters, and more nitty-gritty wicked sex.

Hopefully it will become a popular series.

And here's the first three (3) chapters of Starr Search!

Now what does Starr really look like? Well, after meeting her on-line, chatting and her showing me a r/l picture, I was thrilled she looks something like this gorgeous angel:

And what happens to her? Well, here's chapter one:

And then there's chapter two:

And chapter three:

I do hope you read & enjoy this series, and when it's posted on Literotica I'll create a link or just check my postings profile.

Thank you all for your support.

Blessings,

Julian

Starr Search - Chapters 01 - 03

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 06:04:00 +0000

Starr Search – Chapter 01

He waited in the in the cell phone parking spot, sipping his coffee, shivering in anticipation, hoping for the phone to ring soon. His eyes were alert to the shifting traffic, the variables of arriving and departing planes, and counting the minutes until her arrival. Dark brown eyes scanned the other cars, his arms restless in the blue blazer and knit shirt, watching patiently, even picking up the phone to see if it still had a signal. The backlight of the screen showed him her smile, and that he could be reached when she called. She was oval on the caller ID, long black hair in a wavy flourish of wild locks, curls cascading all over, her eyes big and bright, the smile surrounded with shimmering glossy lipstick.

Beep-Bleep.

The phone went off, and he answered quickly, not wanting to miss this moment. “Hello?”

“You know”, the voice purred, “I am waiting for a car to get me from my arrival gate.”

“Hi Starr. Two minutes. Bye.”

Hurrying through the lots, Julian found himself pulling up, watching people coming out of the building, luggage in hand, peering deeply for her. And with a parting of a crowd, there she was: statuesque, slender, but with the curves of a woman, young in her smile and the light of her eyes, but dying inside to escape the east and live the adventures of a yearning hedonist going west should learn. Nothing was or could be taboo to this gorgeous woman in her tight miniskirt, her short, high-heeled boots, and the snug t-shirt that showed her marvelous C-cup breast arching up at the moonlight of the California night air. Several men moved about her, young, in the service, grotesquely fit physically, but instead she came 1700 miles from the Bible belt to Sodom itself in search of her friend, her cyber-lover, her 42-year old pervert.

A wave of recognition came from her hand and she shouted as his car pulled up at the curb: “Julian!”

Gears shifted, and he parked idling, jumping from the seat, snapping the power locks, calling out to her: “Starr! Over here babe! Toss everything in the back seat.”

Within a second, she sat in the back seat, smiling softly, her luggage on the seat next to her. She leaned over the center of the front seats, kissing his cheek as he resumed his position, locking the doors as they enclosed themselves. His car quickly pulled out, slipping into the stream of cars exiting the airport and heading into the center of Los Angeles. Starr relaxed, her arms on the backrest, laying her head back, watching Julian as he eyed the traffic before moving from lane to lane, then smiling into the rear-view mirror at her potential lover and on-line friend.

They had been on the road for ten minutes when she began to shift like a cricket in the grass, watching her driver watching her in the mirror. Her knee came up and she smiled again, looking into his eyes, saying, “Julian? Do you know I flew across the country without panties?”

Julian gulped, glancing back, watching both knees rise, and Starr gracefully reaching down, touching the smooth darkness, her fingers disappearing under the folds of her skirt, moaning gently. “When I switched planes at Little Rock, I saw the nice agent from the TSA watching me, complimenting me on the smooth material of my skirt.”

Starr moaned, and Julian began to feel a bead of sweat on his upper lip, his eyes moving quickly between the show in the back seat and the road ahead, watching the cars moving, wondering if anyone could see her masturbating.

Or was she teasing him?

“The TSA agent told me with a smile he may have to have me screened. I told him he could do a strip search if he was a good boy. And, only if he brought his cuffs with him into the room.”

“Wow”, Julian exhaled. “So, did you get him inside you?”

“No, but the possibility was there so I smiled, teased him, and made sure to swing my ass as I walked away. I know that he, and maybe a few others were staring.”

A gasp and Julian noticed her hands were below the sight of the seat, her head lolling back on the armrest. Suddenly, he spotted a toe pointing up at him. And in the confined space, the musky smell of woman’s juices could be inhaled. Starr shivered and moaned, her driver unable to see what she was doing as she moaned, soft purring escaping as the elbows moved with the unseen machinations of a masturbating woman. He could hear the reactions she made, touching her clitty, perhaps fingering herself, moaning aloud now, shaking her leg, watching his eyes frantically moving between traffic and her exhibitionism.

“Are you sure you can watch me Julian? I told you I want to do so much this weekend.”

Clenching his teeth, Julian smiled, and then breathed out his answer: “Yes Starr. I may not participate often but I will watch intently.”

A smile crossed her lips and she groaned louder, moving her arms faster, Julian assuming she was rubbing her clitty as fast as possible with one hand and fingering herself with two or three fingers of the other. She closed her eyes, the lights above them making her cinnamon skin pale then dark between passes on the road. Julian kept hoping that they wouldn’t be pulled over or be seen in a traffic stop camera, or by someone in a truck who may follow them as Starr reached her zenith.

A loud gasp, and Starr cried out, “OOooohhh damnit!! OOOOOoohhh SHIT!!”

The orgasm slammed against the windows, making the panes move, or so Julian thought as she reached a powerful, body shaking orgasm in is backseat while in a public lane of traffic. As she calmed herself, Julian kept eyeing the speed, the surrounding cars, and moved deeper into the night. Starr reached back, sitting (possibly) in a puddle of her own juices. She leaned forward, kissing Julian on the ear and whispered, “Open wide for a treat.”

He did so, and found his mouth filled with two of her fingers, salty and delicious with her sweet sexual honey, wet from her orgasm. Julian swabbed, licked and slurped every drop of girl-cum off them, making her nails dry as the fingers left his lips.

Starr Search – Chapter 02

Julian pulled the sedan into the hotel, watching her asscheeks shift slowly under the tight skirt, moving like a metronome. She could feel the eyes of the valet, the bellman, and the concierge, all staring at the miniskirt, long legs, and perfectly nestled 36-C breast nestled in the tight t-shirt, the top tied under her breast to show off the amazing stomach. Starr knew she could make every man forget, and loved the attention. Julian walked beside, never taking her hand, knowing inside she possessed him, not the other way around. They turned, and the valet, doormen, concierge, bellmen, a few tourists with their wives, and the half-blind janitor all turned, watching Starr and Julian make their way to the elevator and inside it.

Opening the door, Julian tossed the bags on the floor, watching Starr walk into the room, laying back on the couch, flipping on the big-screen television. She was moving through the channels sliding her heels to the floor until she found some music. Her body wiggled to the beat, slowly sliding the blouse off her body, then slipping the skirt down her asscheeks and off her long, perfect legs.

His mouth hit the floor: Starr travelled across the country without panties, waxed her pussy hairs into a small landing strip and left her bra behind somewhere. Her blazer was on the floor; this was how she kept her hardened nipples from being a beacon to every man in every terminal she entered across the United States.

Sitting naked, playing with her nipples, she stared at the chaperon, watching his eyes drink in every inch of her café au lait skin, honey-kissed by the sun and a shade darker than his own Latino heritage. She could smile, knowing he was going to be her guardian angel in her depraved travels through Los Angeles.

“Julian”, she whispered, eyes closing as she pinched one of her nipples slowly, twisting it in manicured nails, “are you sure you can keep me safe? Are you sure you don’t want to spend the weekend here just making love to me?”

A beat of quiet and he smiled.

“Or fucking you, Starr?”

He blushed, unsure of using this word with his cyber-lover and friend. A glance, and he knew she wasn’t teasing him, just asking, and unharmed by his phrase; she, in turn was just being honest and seeking the same.

She smiled, happily knowing they were on the same wave-length: “Or fucking me, in bed, on the floor, in the bathroom … wherever your hard-ons' wish.”

She lay back, curling her legs against her breast, showing him the heels of her feet pointing outward, smiling, letting her arms wrap around her knees. His eyes glanced down seeing the tender slip of her pussy lips, pink and glossy with the desire of lust, wanting to touch him or to be touched. Julian looked further, seeing her puckered bung, the anus winking at him. Starr noticed his eyes staring at her anus, and restated aloud, “Any where your hard-on wishes.”

Slowly, Julian moved closer to her, sitting down, taking her feet in his hands, massaging the soles, stroking them from toes to heel, making her moan. Starr relaxed, knowing she ached for an erotic journey, and yet, just having a man appreciate her for more than sex was something she longed for also in this moment.

“Honey”, Julian said softly. “You can do anything you want, be anything you want, and I’ll always be in the shadows keeping you safe. I promised you that when we chatted, had cyber-sex, avatar-sex, phone sex, and cam-sex. And I still promise to keep you safe no matter what you want to do here in LA. Okay?”

Lightly, but with just the right amount of pressure, Julian slid his finger along the length of her foot, pressing inward, making her moan softly. Starr relaxed, naked in her youth and beauty, as this man twice her age and sweet on-line was the real deal, hoping to give her a weekend she’d never forget.

She could feel his fingers kneading her muscles, caressing and stroking the calves, moving the length of her skin slowly, softly and tenderly. She felt her eyes closing, relaxed in the luxurious room, breathing faster, her breast rising and falling slowly, feeling the hands moving to the front of her legs, caressing the knees and muscles gently.

But something was different.

Julian slid his body from beneath her legs, his hands lifting her delicate feet over his shoulders, sliding them back and down along the spine. His fingers continued caressing and touching her all over, making her whimper and moan eagerly, gasping, her eyes quickly closing. She could feel her fingers sliding into his hair as she felt his kisses starting inside her thighs, licking the skin, moving slowly into her crotch. A small stream of air slid out of his mouth, touching her clit and traveling along the slick folds of her pussy lips. Julian kissed, and then circled the clit with his tongue, lapping at it gently. She moaned, digging her nails deeper into his scalp, feeling his tongue slide inside her pussy, his nose nestled on the hairs, kissing the clitty again and again, sucking softly on the shaved labia. The tongue worked magically inside her body, making her shudder with delight.

“Mmmm. Such a tasty pussy babe”, he whispered. “I’m glad you played with it making it juicy for me.”

Starr moaned at the cunninglingus performed by a master twat eater, like Bach on the violin in the hands of a symphony maestro. She groaned, feeling a finger slipping into her hot, wet pussy, keeping Julian where he wanted to be: on her knees eating her out.

The finger, then fingers, began pumping rapidly, making a slap-slap sound inside her. Starr could feel the juices of her girly-sex leaking pussy juices like mad, gasping aloud, her body an electrical fence, losing her mind as he continued eating and licking and fingering her sweet, smooth twat as fast as possible. Her nipples became harder without contact, gasping, losing her breath to the shaking her body was doing responding to his touch.

“Oh fuck Julian. You are a fantastic pussy licker!”

He replied, “This is one thing I love doing: pleasing you.”

As his sentence ended, he continued licking the hot, wet sex box, fingering it deeper, swirling the clitty hard against his spinning tongue, sucking all the juices her could draw out down his throat and into his mouth. Starr started tugging his hair, keeping him in place, making his scalp hurt, and still keeping him against her hot, wet cunt, the sex-honey slipping out a little faster each time the pace increased, his mouth working harder to drink every drop.

“OOOooohhh FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCKK!!”

Starr moaned, groaning, grinding her teeth, gasping and trying to hold her breath as her orgasm tore through her body, Julian’s fingers planted deep inside the hot wet snatch. She groaned louder, crying out, screaming in absolute delight and pleasure.

“Goddamn! OOoooooooooooooooohhhhhh!”

The waves of pleasure finally subsided, and Julian could feel her body collapsing, deflating on the couch. Her legs were limp and she glowed, sheen of fresh perspiration on her forehead and cheeks. She looked down at her adoring lover, and took his face in her hands. Julian came up with the touch, bringing his body between her legs, kissing her mouth deep and full, and letting her taste herself on his tongue, making her whimper and moan. Her mouth roamed all over his face, licking every drop, sucking his tongue, wanting every drop her body produced between both their mouths.

She smiled, whispering, “We’re gonna be so bad aren’t we?”

“Yes we are”, he replied. “Yes we are.”

Starr Search – Chapter 03

She smiled, hugging her breast closer to her body. Starr stared at Julian, her eyes agog with the delights of a woman coming down from an obscene physical and emotional high. Her body was covered in goose bumps, the scent of musk hanging in the room. Julian’s face was slightly glazed, his smiled from ear to ear, licking his lips and slobbering over all the pussy juices Starr gushed out when she came all three times. She sat up, looking down at her lover kneeling on the floor, and gently, slowly stroked his face.

“Follow me hon.” she whispered tenderly. “I want to make you smile too.”

Afraid to speak, to break the spell, Julian stood quietly as his naked lover slid her delicate feet onto the floor, walking and taking his hand in hers’, leading them to the bathroom. Starr turned, tiptoed and kissed him once more on the lips, tasting the remnants of her sweet snatch sauce, smiling as he caressed her hips, feeling the wonderful shape of the woman in his presence.

Entering, the gorgeous young woman sat down on the covered toilet seat, her ass nestling into the plush cover. Her tiny hands dove into the buckle, undoing the belt, moving it from his waist and off his body. Her fingers undid the snaps of his jeans, and slowly, gazing deep into his eyes, she opened his shirt, button by button, seeing that he never took his eyes from her light-cocoa colored skin, the wonderfully round sloping breast, the amazing sweet figure of her body already naked before his own in the spacious bathroom of the luxury hotel.

Kneeling, the gorgeous woman slid down his jeans, over his ankle, and undid his shoes, kissing his thighs and stomach along the way to being before him on her knees. Julian could feel the anticipation of touching her again, her hair stroking his stomach and her breast, his knees and her face, his body and her fingers.

He was under her spell, and loved it.

Julian gulped, and found that as his eyes opened, he realized he was nude. Somehow, Starr had him step out of his clothing, and he watched her bending over, ass out, adjusting the shower, letting the water pours down into the tub. A graceful little hop and she was under the cascading water, feeling her own skin, moaning suggestively as the droplets came over her little by little in the shower.

All he could do was stare at her sexy silhouette. Stare and feel his hard-on moving like an anaconda in the trees, with a mind and life of its own. She was soaping her breast, caressing them, feeling her own pussy with a long, dedicated finger, touching the clit and making a soft noise from behind the transparent shower curtain.

“MMmmmm”, she moaned over the hissing steam of the hot shower. “Julian, even with the water I feel so sensitive. You ate my pussy so damn well, I may not need to find another woman.”

Through the curtain, Julian could see she was now fingering the pussy deeper, her hand moving back and forth.

“Oh babe”, she gasped, moaning like a banshee preparing to swoop down on its’ victim, “you’ve gotta get in here, or I may cum again.”

A step, and Julian slid into the tub, closing the shower curtain, watching her masturbate, penetrating her own smooth cunt with her fingers again and again. The finger fucking was rhythmic, a pumping beat as her fingers slid in and out, again and again, the shower water hitting Julian in the back. He watched her eyes close, knowing her voyeur and guardian was going to take in every action he could imagine with her all weekend long.

Starr loved being watched, knowing he was enjoying all she had to give him, and wanting to see more with each turn of her body. She moved, spinning away, ass out, back bent, fingering her pussy deeper, moaning louder, gasping and groaning in total delight. He watched the arch of her spine bend back, showing the moons of her delectable ass-cheeks, the slippery anus wet and coated with water beading down between her legs and past the back of her thigh and down to her ankles.

Julian came up behind her, placing the tip of his cock into the folds of her pink lips, slipping slowly inside her wet snatch, fucking her with one stroke. Starr gasped, a loud moan escaping her mouth as she grasped the shower bar, holding it tight, feeling Julian’s’ hands on her hips.

“Ohhhhhhhhh baby … yessss”, Starr hissed, responding to his touch, his cock slowly, deliberately entering her needy slick pussy. “Don’t stop!”

Julian slipped his cock half-way inside, enjoying the enveloping feeling as she pushed back, fucking him in response to his fingers on her hips, his cock in her buttery cunt, his moans filling the shower stall.

Strong, tight fingers gripped her skin, sinking into the soft flesh of her hips, making her moan in delight, feeling the heated beads of water dribbling down her skin, dropping from her lover behind her and onto her spine. Starr gasped, feeling the cockhead slowly touching then entering her body again; his cock rode the smooth, wet pussy, fucking its’ way further inside her body. Julian could feel the purchase his thick man-meat made inside her, the wet velvet of her tight cunt gripping his prick, making him shiver in delight, gasping, before plunging harder, faster inside the sweet tight cunt.

“OH Goddamn Starr! FUCK!” Julian moaned aloud in absolute pleasure, groaning, sinking himself deeper inside her amazing hot body, his hairy balls nestled against the hot bald snatch lips. The steam of the shower made him shake his eyes; his most vivid hallucinations and fantasies had become real, and he was fucking the young, sexy woman in the hotel shower. He smiled happily, pumping his cock faster, deeper inside the smooth wet cunt, fucking her with all he could muster.

Starr replied, “Hmmmm, baby. Ohhhh you’re so fucking BIG!”

“JEEZUS BABE! FUCK!” Julian couldn’t contain the wicked utterances streaming from his mouth, his appreciation for her desire and allowing him to fuck her, and her need to do it immediately. Starr kept gripping the shower bar, holding on, feeling her perverted older lover fucking his way deeper inside her young body with every ounce of strength he had. His legs moved, the cock riding deeper into her body, his feet clenching the floor, holding on with his hands and the flexing muscles, for dear life. “Fuck! Fuck Fuck FUCKKK!”

She wiggled back, taking him deeper than before, fucking faster, rolling her sweet ass on his stomach, feeling his balls slapping her clitty. She moved her fingers, stroking the active, sensitive clitty, feeling his shaved testicles against her fingernails, moaning in delight, water cascading over them like rolling rapids. But this was a much more exciting ride for the young woman from the East Coast. Starr could feel Julian opening her asscheeks, watching with fascination, or just to grip her steadily, her asshole opened, accepting water pouring down and entering her rectum. She gasped, her tits bouncing like mad, eyes fluttering in absolute pleasure.

Starr couldn’t believe the man behind her, fucking her in absolute abandon, was the man she’d met on a social network on-line. She was amazed he was so very sane, patient, and aching to make her smile more than to satisfy his own craven lust. Her mind knew she’d find her adventures in Los Angeles, as that was her deepest wish; but when Julian offered to be her chaperon, her guardian angel through the levels of Hell she’d ascent to that week, she flew out immediately. She shivered, her voice barely audible over the steaming power of the running water, eyes rolling in delight as she felt her fingers tighten on the shower bar, moaning, crying out in total delight.

Then she felt it.

Her fingers strumming the sensitive clitty, the cock banging deeper inside her sweet body, and the older, wicked man enjoying her body without hesitation. An orgasm of unimaginable proportions was coursing through her veins, her body jumping like mad, her skin flecked with goose bumps as Julian fucked his penetrating-self deeper with each stroke, water shooting in all directions against the bath walls and shower door.

Suddenly, his cock evacuated the sweet, snug pussy. Grasping her shoulder, Julian turned Starr, whispering over the rushing water, “Kneel, my sweet fuck.”

Obediently, Starr went to her knees, watching his magnificent cock bouncing like a tree branch in a storm. She whimpered, watching the head bobbing before her eyes. A hand grasped her head, and she found herself nose-to-tip with the hard-on bouncing obscenely. Instinctively, her mouth opened, and Starr inhaled Julian’s fuckstick, swallowing him to the root. Her nose rested on the cropped crotch hairs, inhaling the fresh scent of her just-fucked cunt on the pubes.

A gagging motion and she swallowed the prick as far down her throat as possible. Julian was thrilled she had little to no gag reflex, and was consuming him like this was the last cock she’d ever suck. Her head bobbed up and down the length, her lips a perfect ‘O’ closing around the whole girth. She was watching his cock moving, the pubic hairs tickling her nose, making her whimper and slobber in delight.

“Goddamn Starr”, he moaned. “You’re such a sweet cocksucker! Ohhhh fuck you’re so damned good!”

A buck of his hips and Julian could feel the exodus of cum slipping from the tip and jetting out over her face, making the gorgeous woman sticky. Starr was greedily gobbling the stream of hot jism floating in mid-air, the droplets catching on her cheeks and lips, touching her in all directions, making her shiver in delight. Her tongue ran over her teeth, bringing in, slurping down all the thick ropey cum that her hungry mouth could catch.

Julian stroked, grasped and pummeled his cockstick as hard as possible, fucking his own fist, wringing every drop out of himself and leaving nothing inside the vein of his body. He could feel the sensitivity like needles on his head, the bits of stickiness lingering, drip-drip-dripping down his shaft and onto her eager tongue. Starr was lapping him up like a woman dying of sexual thirst. She had every drop he could offer needing to be sated as quickly as possible.

Taking her skull in his hand, Julian pushed on the back of her head, bringing her down onto the cum-covered fist and fuckstick. His breath was short and fast as she closed the gap, licking and slurping all the man-juices she could gather down her mouth and over her palette. He was amazingly pleased at how adept she was to sucking cock and drinking cum.

“Oooooooh FUCK Starr! That was goddamned incredible!”

She looked up, her nose planted on the root of his cock, her eyes wide and smiling, her mouth a perfect circle on his dick, licking him inside her wet, lingering mouth.

Eyes fluttering, Starr knew he was her thrall, and vice-versa. She never spoke, just continued licking the sensitive head and drinking everything he could give her, pumping her face deeper onto the shaft, swallowing his saltiness and slurping the last of his cum, even before he could move her head back and forth in his hands.

Failure

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 18:03:00 +0000

I just learned I failed my certification test to become a teacher here in Texas.

So I hate myself.

I also hate my life.

My dreams feel like they're dying like me.

My world is spinning out of control and I can't stop it.

And for some reason I can't have the things or people or dreams I WANT! I HAVE to fuckin' settle for the secondary dreams of mediocrity and self-loathing.

I'll try not to slit my wrist tonight.

Just kidding. That's the drama queen in me crying out to God about the way my summer has gone & I don't know what to do or think any longer. I'm confused and unhappy. Little makes me happy any more.

Ciao.

Julian

p.s. "Thanks for listening. Sometimes someone listening is so very important even when the whisper is tiny and soft. Sometimes that's when you can hear the Voice of God. I just don't know if God hears my voice any longer or if He's turned a deaf ear to all my boring, self-centered complaints."

She's Gone For Good

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 11:27:00 +0000

I came home & found an e-mail, telling me to never look for her again. The Woman of my Dreams has left me once and for all. She was honest with me, telling me earlier that she’d be leaving the internet, making her way deeper into the forages of her life, trying to make a new path. Sadly, at this point, this will never include me. The only way I’ll ever touch her again is in my memories, in my dreams and when I recall all she ever gave me.

She helped free me from believing I had to accept what life handed me and not what I could take from life or earn with the sweat of my mind and the joy of my heart. I know now that I can make anything happen. I can make my dreams come true. And I can make it happen without the fear of growing old, alone or making more mistakes.

I hope she never regrets meeting me. I will never regret meeting her, even once in life. She made me smile, made me take life by the horns and run away with the joy that anything is possible in this world.

And for that, I have to be grateful.

There’s a lot of love I have for her, and maybe a lot of resentment that she couldn’t keep wanting me as much as I wanted her. In the next few months I’ll be posting poems, short stories, and anything that I have for her either on-line or maybe as a published story just to alleviate myself of the fantasy of having her in my memories, my heart and my wishes.

She’s following her path; I have to follow mine.

I’ll miss her more than I should for a long time to come.

I’ll have to work to get over her once and for all. She knows where I am; I went to her so now she can come to me.

Like that would ever happen.

I love you. I always will, my angel. I just wish you could love me the same way.

Always,

Julian

A Final Letter to Her (Written 09/29/’09)

My Beloved,

It’s late & I am getting ready for bed. I appreciated your suggestions, and enjoyed your story quite a bit. You’ve always been a great story-teller, and you’re incredibly vivid when doing so, which is (obviously) what made you so popular as a cam actress. That you’re so damned gorgeous is icing on the cake, and I’m sure many men want another lick of your frosting. ~lol!~

You’re an exhibitionist, deep inside along with all the many flavors of delight inside you, such as submissive, switch, bisexual, mistress, lover and giver-of-amazing-pleasures. All that paints a vivid and wonderful image of a lover many men wish they could have dreamt up on their own; when you arrived on the scene at SL and at the cam-site (among other places which you didn’t tell me about - ~wink!~) I knew you’d be a success. Nothing could stop you and your hopes and dreams.

I’m just sorry your ‘lover’ turned your delights into a business and made you feel as if you’d have to be leveling the playing field; in other words, bringing s much to the table as he did with his job. That’s not fair because dreamers don’t live in this world: they live beyond it. I’m always going to be chasing my dreams, between classes or jobs or even self-publishing. Maybe one day you’ll see me on Oprah’s Book Club as Julian’s-alter-ego & not my inner-self. That would be kinda cool, and though it’s only an allusion in the pages, you know one of the events everyone is reading about, is my encounter with you.

I doubt denial of your inner urges will truly stop you in any way. It may slow you down, and you may be camming for pleasure more than money, or meeting strange men on the sly, but you’re gonna always be a lusty delight for someone besides yourself. You have an innate ability to make someone feel like there’s nothing and no one else in the world but you, them and their fantasies, no matter how wildly perverse.

Yes, you have your vices, as do we all. Sometimes we curb them, surrender to them, or make concessions such as lying or bringing someone into your field of desires. I know there are limits & that I won’t be crossing them unless I am alone. I hope you’re more successful than I am in this endeavor, but with your ‘lover’, I can’t see him watching you with another man, much less alone two of them.

You’re also a thrill-seeker, and danger just makes the elements of lust an exploration that much more incredible. You could almost be high, addicted to the feeling, the rush, of whatever the situation may lead you to. Deep down inside you weren’t sure what would happen meeting me, and that was a thrill for you. It was a thrill for me too, because you surpassed all my wildest expectations, even when you didn’t want to do a few little things.

(Actually we just ran short of time but that’s beside the point.)

I honestly, don’t see myself doing the kinds of things you did. I can see myself writing, chatting but for myself. I am hoping to buy the domain name and have a launching pad for my erotica and anything else I want to create. I doubt anyone aside from Daddy Bears & young fags want to pay to see me naked, and I don’t want that kind of fervor in my life. Maybe in my stories or an encounter or two, but that’s about all.

At this point I am creating a text & audio for Literotica, meaning it’s free. If I can get enough people that like it along with some of my other stories, maybe then I’ll be able to see my self-published stories moving, making me a name as a author instead of another anonymous pornographer. You, on the other hand, are a star. A discreet one but a star nonetheless. And for what you did I’m proud of you; you did what was honest to the woman inside you, not just to make someone smile. I guess that’s why I feel so much for you, and have to work hard to not look for you, wait (or hope) for a response, or even interact. You’re an override, a power surge, and a wish for so very much that I can’t have, and must accept.

Should my voice arrive at Literotica I’ll send you a link so you can hear it, critique it, and send me some pointers. After reading your story, I’m thinking you emoted, moaned, and made it a sensual delight for the aural hopes of a listener. And I’m sure it, like your images, and your time, was very worth it.

You’re an amazing lady & I am lucky you’re still chatting or writing to me when you can easily find someone more supportive or closer than I am here in Texas. I don’t mind being on the outside of your circle of lovers/intimates, and I am happy you’re a part of my life.

I think it will all be ending soon here in Texas. That’s why I am trying to write as much as possible, even living with her. I know what she wants, and I know what I want, and I doubt she’s gonna join in with my lusty hopes and dreams. In fact, she’s trying to curb them as much as possible with her own participation. Maybe, had I known she liked some of these things, I could have brought her into others. But, actress Jeri Ryan had something similar happen, where her ‘lover’ took her to a swingers (or bondage) club, and she was stunned seeing all the various peoples in many arranged places and such, and left in tears. I think I’d endure the same thing, and I just don’t see her coming along or participating.

I may be adding a DSL line to this place for a few months, until I can move into a studio of my own. Whether I’ll stay in Texas will depend on how book sales happen, even a few can make me noticeable among other authors, agents and publishers. They can have some of my bigger, deeper (yet erotically obscene) works.

I hope one day I get to see you again. Touching you is another story. But I can always hope … ~wink!~

I’ll be in touch. (THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE HER LETTER CAME TO ME!) IM or drop me a note any time. I’ll be substitute teaching soon, so I’ll have money to save. I am hoping the books will be something like a side-job, though my retail job is already that for cash. Thank you for listening and hearing me.

Maybe if you’re good I’ll tell you the explicit & obscene details of what I want to do; but you’re gonna have to do the same for me.

(Just kidding … like I could ever excite you!)

Always,

Julian’s-alter-ego

p.s. “Protect your eyes; they are the most important part of you & what I fell deepest in love with. Not lust or infatuation; that comes from the external. Those amazing blue eyes gave me the internal. And Happy Birthday. There should always be one day when the world comes to a halt just for you. And you do deserve it my angel, and you always will.”

DON’T SEND THIS GODDAMNED ABORTION!!

My Dearest Angel & Friend,

I don’t know what’s happening now. I guess either you’ve had your fill of fun or you’re going to focus on your career. I don’t know what’s happening between you & your ‘lover’ but it doesn’t sound good. Every time something closes for you, it seems as if he’s either in a rage or questioning what’s going on around him, like a fit of paranoia.

It always seems as if you’re finally finding a balance and then something over turns the apple cart and makes a mess of things. I know you’re quiet about a lot of things so I can only assume the suspicion level has risen again and you’re in a heated moment, thus the closing of the website. Myself, I don’t think this is the life for me any longer. I am already planning mischief and madness, rendezvous and new people in life. I don’t know that I’ll be here much longer either, as I have been moved into a smaller place and I have a studio but I know that I can’t keep from following my desires and wants and needs.

She’s trying hard to have me change to one person – her alone. Inside I know and doubt that will be the truth of my heart so I’m better off leaving. I hope 'teaching' affords you all your hopes and dreams too my angel. You’ve deserved them and so much more.

I hope your career takes you far. You’re an amazing woman and I’d be pleased and thrilled if you were a part of my life in any way. I’d be thrilled with you if you were a porn star or a nurse, a mother or a stripper, a wife or a whore. You always made my ego and heart fly in ways I can’t imagine & you made all my dreams come true.

I am writing daily, and working on the books or short stories as often as possible. I am going to be trying to leave here soon for any new possibility. I have a chance to substitute teach, and I am saving my money, getting ready to leave. You’re probably the only person who could understand the idea of chasing a dream, travelling towards it no matter how far away. And knowing deep inside your own heart it was worth it.

The only thing I think that’s wrong with all she’s trying to do is enter my honesty as an after-the-fact moment. She had to learn what I wanted, versus finding someone who already has the same vices, needs and questions. She’s trying, but I know being dishonest will kill her, and I just can’t make my changes happen to make her happy. In fact, I’m working on making ME happiest. In my heart of hearts you’ve been one of the few people in my life worth telling everything to, and I’ve been happy to know and enjoy you in my life. I’d accept you in my heart or home without question, enjoying running parallel with you, and if nothing else, just running our lustful fantasies over each others’ bodies. Even just being silly and fun would be so amazing. I could … well, you know all those thoughts in my head.

If I find you’re not on that often, or not answering my letters/e-mails, I can only believe you’re enjoying yourself. As much as I‘d love to I shall keep your secrets, be honest with you, and do my best not to bother you. It may be hard, but I’ll try.

Need anything, just call me. Please.

Want anything: a listener, a guardian angel, a friend, a shelter, I’d be that for you. Care to explore something wicked & obscene & chase your thrills to the ends of the Earth? I’ll buy the ticket next to yours’ and sit with you all the way out into disaster.

My greatest dream would be a rainy night, a knock at the door, and a cab in the distance. You’d be at the door, soaked to the skin, looking at me, smiling knowing all my warmth from my home to my heart, are still yours’ no matter how much time has passed. If you asked me to go get you, I’d go without hesitation, saving all I could for the drive, the flight and the chance just to see you again.

Of course, you know all that deep in your heart.

Maybe one day you’ll follow it to me.

Maybe ...

Always,

Hopeful

Avoiding This

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 01:59:00 +0000

Ordinary Average Guy lyrics

I'm just an ordinary average guy
My friends are all boring
And so am I
We're just ordinary average guys

We all live ordinary average lives
With average kids
And average wives
We all go bowling at the bowling lanes
Drink a few beers
Bowl a few frames
We're just ordinary average guys
Ordinary average guys

And every Saturday we work in the yard
Pick up the dog do
Hope that it's hard (whaf whaf)
Take out the garbage and clean out the garage
My friend's got a Chrysler
I've got a Dodge
We're just ordinary average guys
Ordinary average guys

Ordinary average guy(3x)
Ordinary average average guys

Ordinary average guy(3x)
Ordinary average average average guys

Ordinary average guy(3x)
Ordinary average....

http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/joe_walsh/ordinary_average_guy-lyrics-175864.html

Something to make me smile

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:32:00 +0000

I found this recently, which was a list of people who liked my writing, made me their favorite author, or made comments about my work.

It pleased me to NO end & I can be happy. Proud too, if that's possible about a secret this big!

Always,

Julian

Bruce Springsteen - Everybody's Got A Hungry Heart

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 15:24:00 +0000

Got a wife and kids in Baltimore Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that don't know where it's flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going

Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart

I met her in a Kingstown bar
We fell in love I knew it had to end
We took what we had and we ripped it apart
Now here I am down in Kingstown again

Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart

Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don't make no difference what nobody says
Ain't nobody like to be alone

Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart

Gotta Have A Role Model

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 05:10:00 +0000

Hugh Hefner’s 7 Step Guide To Being A Ladies’ Man

At the time of this writing Hugh Hefner is 82 years old. He has slept with more beautiful women, by their own free will, than any other man in the history of the world. He must be doing something right.

No, having wild crazy sex is not every human beings idea of happiness, nor is it the only means to having a good time. In reality sex is among the lowest forms of pleasure, below love, below following a great cause, and below cultivating our own creative nature.

However, it does not escape me that many readers of this blog are men that wouldn’t mind having sex with hundreds of beautiful women throughout their life time. While not everyone can be Hef, there are certain things you can do to be a ladies man – similar to Hef.

Seven Steps To Pimp Like Hef

1. Create Your Own Universe.

“Life is too short to be living somebody else’s dream.”
~Hugh Hefner

We only have a short amount of time on this world. Both to take pleasure in everything around us, contribute to society, and live out our dreams.

When you set your own rules in life you become a charismatic ruler. Within your own universe you are the law. As far as you’re concerned you create your own destiny – you are man!

Besides, if all you do is try to live into someone else’s vision of a great life you’ll always miss your own great life. You’ll never take pleasure in what you have. You’ll never be you. However, I think anyone of us here would trade our left sock, at least, to live inside of Hef’s dream – am I wrong?

“Follow your own particular dreams. We are handed a life by peers, parents and society, you can do that or follow your own dreams. Life is short, be a dreamer but be a practical person.”
~Hugh Hefner

Nothing is more true than this. When we allow our peers, parents and society to dictate who we are, we aren’t even a person. We’re just a mushed together version of other people’s expectations. The lady man’s only expectations are the ones he places on himself. He is his own motivator and executor.

2. Aim To Please.

“I have about 100 pairs of pajamas. I like to see people dressed comfortably.”
~Hugh Hefner

A real ladies man cares about the comfort and well-being of the people that surround him. This includes taking extra steps to include the physical, emotional and perhaps even spiritual comfort of your ladies.

You can do this by being a good listener, by keeping them in good threads, or by letting them be without judgment and criticism. Of course it’s important to establish yourself as the source of their good feelings. That’s what keeps them coming back to you!

3. Act Like You’re Young, Even If You Aren’t.

“In many ways, I’m younger than I was 20 years ago”
~Hugh Hefner

People have an irrational fear of death in many forms, shapes and sizes. More so than being old, acting old can lead people to have an adverse outlook towards you because you are a representative of what’s old and decrepit. I personally don’t feel this way, I think age can be accompanied with wisdom and experience, which I personally revere highly.

Anyway, if you’re feeling young, despite your age, you are making the people around you feel much better. They’ll be drawn to your youthful energy and look forward to spending their time with you. You will become the source of all that is youthful, energetic and vital.

4. Take Up Space.

Hugh Hefner’s bed is huge and fits a good 7 people – comfortably! Come on, surely you can see the benefit of being able to fit 7 people in your bed, and if you can’t, I don’t know how you made it this far in the article.

With such a huge bed the possibilities are expansive. You can sleep sideways, diagonally, backwards, forwards, one leg up, one leg hanging off the couch, under the pillows, next to the pillows, on top of the pillows. The only limits are the ones set by your imagination.

The point. When you take up space you establish that you are a powerful force that others can look to for strength and calmness. The Ladies’ Man thing to do here would be to share some of this space with the women in your life – of course!

5. Live With Passion.

“I didn’t want to repeat my parents’ life. I saw in their lives a routine and a lack of dreaming, a lack of the possibilities, a lack of passion. And I didn’t want to live without passion.”
~Hugh Hefner

Passion is a contagious beast, and if you’re living your passion you’re leading by example. Hugh always talks about living the dream he had as a young boy. All that he does is for that boy. The magazine’s success? He edited it for himself, and in turn it became super popular with everyone that thought like him (which is every man and certain women).

“I remain very much connected to my childhood … I have never been too jaded or too sophisticated — it keeps me alive every day.”
~Hugh Hefner

You can live with passion, and it is passion that will make you live. What a great win-win situation. It just shows how being happy and not too serious increases the pleasure that we can extract from our day to day.

6. Break The Boundaries.

“One of the things I’ve tried to do with my life is redefine the boundaries that I think are very limiting. I’m not suggesting that everybody should have three girlfriends, or necessarily have girlfriends living with them. I think there are many, many options to living your life.”
~Hugh Hefner

You aren’t going to be the best version of yourself if you don’t allow yourself to be unique and original. In fact, you won’t be the best at anything, you’ll only be a good copy of someone successful, if you’re even so lucky.

How many times have we heard of the term ‘Think Outside The Box’? It’s an expression that means to think differently than you normally would, and/or to think different from mainstream thought. That’s what makes one unique, and being different in a good way is what separates the ladies’ man from the average chump.

7. Expand Your Brand.

After working on the first edition of Playboy in his kitchen, and selling 50,000 copies off the bat, Hef went on to do great things. You can find everything from clubs, movies, television, radio, internet and every conceivable type of merchandise.

So how does this help you become a ladies man? Well, my curious grasshopper, once you’ve got a good thing going you can leverage it. This works not only for business but for your luck with women. The truth is dating, relationships, and other ‘related activities’ are largely based on a principle known as the numbers game.

Found here: http://www.alexshalman.com/2008/06/23/hugh-hefners-7-step-guide-to-being-a-ladies-man/

$104.33 - Bed, Bath & Beyond

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 14:10:00 +0000

And thus after a slogging day with no breaks, part time misery and ennui, no chance to flirt with a customer (and none worth looking at) I earned $104.33, for my 15 hours last week beginning my career in sales and stocking.

I'm 42, sad and THIS is the peak of my joy, meaning I can afford gas, new jeans and tacos with meat instead of potatoes.

~sigh!~

Sadly, I am sad and I am miserable, and that's my own fault.

I can't find my joy and happiness again ... and I still haven't revealed my deepest secret yet.

Maybe I need a new place in life, like New York or California.

Two jobs could get me there in about 6 months if possible.

Maybe.

Maybe what I am looking for is above my head - how many times will you find someone in life with a brilliant mind, a body for sin and a hope for the most depraved situations in life. After all, almost ALL women draw lines in the sand they're NOT willing to cross, such as bisexuality, groups and voyeurism.

I missed that chance.

C'est la vie.

Maybe next time.

For now ... ciao.

I am heading into the highlights of my day: a haircut, gas and lunch out somewhere. Alone, but lunch unlike eating nothing previously.

Bye.

Morning Laundry

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:04:00 +0000

Many things can be found in the morning laundry, and the images show you what I found recently:

Now some of you know me as a panty fetishist, meaning I love collecting womens' panties from lusty experiences or from moments of deviance when they're mailed to me.

But on the laundry room floor??!!

Unless lost in a moment of passion I don't really want to know, BUT I called the landlady in charge of the site. Since she was asleep she sent her daughter to help me, and in all honesty, she wasn't that far removed from the image below.

Now I'm no prude. I mean, 'if there's grass on the field play ball' and all that rot, but it was a little disturbing to send a high-school girl to care for a man my age. Now she didn't swoon as I glanced at her, but I wasn't gonna have the little tart make me blush or avert my eyes from her budding young (and HOT!) body.

What are you gonna do right?

Adios for now. More dilemmas arising soon.

Julian

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3 Days of Crying & Prayers

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:03:00 +0000

“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones”

Mark Anthony/Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2

It was the dump truck that made me cry first.

I just dropped off a pitbull puppy at ACS here in San Antonio, Texas, and I’ve been crying since I let her off the leash to the handler there. She is (I can’t use ‘was’ yet; or maybe it’s appropriate since she’s no longer mine.) a wonderfully sweet and tame creature, a ball of fur and teeth. She is good with people and house-broken, and has maybe a year to a year and a half of age under those big paws.

And she has 3 days to live.

San Antonio is trying but failing to adopt a No-Kill Policy for their center but the dumb-ass, back-water stupid-fuck people here have NO clue how to tend for an animal and they’re of the Michael Vick’s persuasion, meaning they think dogs need to ‘fight’ to be worthy of life, or ‘bred’ to insure they have a sense of worth in having a litter of dogs.

Thus, many dogs are not spayed or neutered.

Sometimes … depending on the day or time of year, you’ll see a mother bitch with a line of pups walking down the road, or crossing the street, or find a lost puppy who was separated from the moving pack and is either dinner to something else or will die from exposure to the elements.

Sometimes you just find the remains…

I cried as I sent her into the office with the animal control worker, and I cried out the door, down the highway and all the way back home. Knowing her fate I am trying not to vomit or cry again. My own dog Blondie is a comfort to me.

As I waited to be processed, a young man came up, wearing dirty clothing, a sweat-soaked shirt and filthy boots.

“Hey”, he said, “can you sign off on my truck?”

The worker taking care of me asked, “Is it ready? I gotta go soon.”

“All the bodies are inside. I just gotta get it going.”

When the word ‘bodies’ hit my mind, I was reeling. I could feel my stomach swirling, and the nausea was creeping into my spine. The man looked at me, and then the puppy looked up at me as we signed papers and answered questions about her disposition and well-being. I told him she was friendly, and her stool was clean and her pee was clear. I paused, and he took a picture of her, and then asked if I wanted to adopt her.

“If not in three days she’s going to be destroyed.”

I could feel the tears slipping out of the corners of my eyes: “If I could I wouldn’t have brought her here. But I just can’t afford her and … three days? I thought they had longer than that.”

“No sir. That’s all. Just three days.”

I started weeping, calmly, then wiped my face and led her into the office to await a kennel, and then to await her fate. I made a sign-of-the-cross over her eyes, and as I pulled the leash off her neck and wound it in my hands, I could see her trying to follow me. A small push and she stayed in the office, and I walked out quickly, waiting to get in my car to let the tears flow.

As I strode out, I whispered to myself, “That’s one of the shittiest things I’ve ever done.”

And like I said, I cried all the way home. At the Valero store, the staff didn’t restock hotdogs, chili or cheese, so it took a while to get a snack to calm my nerves. But eating at my feelings won’t bring back that wonderful dog.

I didn’t have the balls to keep her in the first place. I don’t have the money to adopt her out of the ACS facility, and I didn’t have the nerve to say the second I heard her fate, “Fuck it. I may live on bologna, but you’re gonna live with me.”

Someone who loved me once promised to live with me, even in poverty, and now I am living in poverty alone. I wish I had that love again, and I am heart-broken. I have no sense of up or down, and feel that all I am is a shadow of my former self. All my wounds are self-inflicted, and refuse to heal. But that’s my own problem, and for it I should either be treated or die.

Right now I want to die. I couldn’t save a dog my less alone my dreams, and I am falling apart, little by little, wishing there were more to my life than the agony in my heart and soul. I live a losing battle to chase my dreams, and I hope that IF that dog doesn’t find a home, that God sees her to the Gates of Heaven. She deserves that much if nothing else; if no family here then a place with God above.

A lot of people worry about their fate.

I’m not very concerned.

In all honesty, I’ve been a very bad man for a very long time. I’m dishonest, a liar, a habitual deviate and pervert, and unworthy of the Love the Almighty has stored for us in Heaven. But that dog didn’t do the things I did and deserves a chance to be happy, running until Time ends with other dogs, playing and enjoying her afterlife.

Personally I think I do my best towards God and His wishes. I’m kinder to a lot of people than I can imagine, even without a cent to my name or the hopes of a better job. Personally I always hope to be the kid everyone wants to be around, and maybe even after all these decades, I still feel like that: the last one picked, the one they’re ‘stuck with’, the one who can’t be chosen or fun or happy. Nothing I do ever came out right, and I am a train-wreck in my own feelings and heart.

I am sad, and have a headache.

This blog, this unending death, feels the same way. It should have slipped away, and yet refuses to die, and I hate the world for it. I wish they’d absorb every vowel, every syllable, every thought and construction of the ego and heart I care to spew into the air and through the power of words. I really wish I knew I could change the world somehow making other people happy with my expressions and ideas, voicing change, making them think twice, be aware, and maybe say ‘Thank you Julian; you helped me see something I never knew about myself.”

Fuck it – that’s a goddamned wish that won’t be fulfilled with two lifetimes.

Goodbye puppy. I’m sorry I can’t do anything more than cry and pray.

I wish I could fix it, fix the world, fix my world.

But that’s another impossibility.

Like being loved, and being honest.

Bullshit on top of bullshit.

I’ll add the pictures later. I’ll cry for now & have some Wild Turkey.

Maybe that’ll ease the pain.

Maybe …

Ciao.

A New Though

afare24get@gmail.com (AFare24Get) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 17:53:00 +0000

I was wandering about the web & found this little item:

It may not cheer me up but it may help me become me again.

Blessings,

Julian