Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Fighting
Have you ever found someone willing to wrestle with you? Not just someone of the same gender, but someone of the opposite gender. Mainly, your lover. The woman who wants to overpower you with her own inner and personal strength, and desire to express it.
She aches to flex her muscles, is dying to slap you, punch you, choke you, SCREAM at you at the top of her lungs, and most of all ... to enjoy it and not be ashamed or afraid of hurting you.
She aches to flex her muscles, is dying to slap you, punch you, choke you, SCREAM at you at the top of her lungs, and most of all ... to enjoy it and not be ashamed or afraid of hurting you.
"Either you're talking about us, or I'm kicking your ass."
Burn Notice - Fiona (Gabrielle Anwar)
He hands reach for you. She grasp you, clinging, not worried about her magnificent breast being a hinderance or a problem in any way to her feminine physique, or of being afraid of you in any way hurting her. She slaps you, a gleeful look in her eyes, glimmering madly, eyebrows arched, and a smile holding her cheeks high under her eyes, her body braced for lunging at you over the soft mattress.
She grabs your wrist, turning your arms backward, flopping hard against your body, her perfectly curved body crushing against you, pressing the smooth pubic mound over your stomach as she tries to straddle you, holding you in place, keeping her weight on you to press you down on the mattress, and you flex your biceps to push her off you.
Laughter fills the room, and she's grinding crushing you holding you in place, giggling and wiggling like mad aroused and arousing you. You're both drunk with the pleasure of meeting, of touching, of making your dreams a reality, and that makes you both all the more happier. Nothing could help keep you from giggling like wild feral creatures, enjoying your nudity and the pleasure of one anothers' touch, grasp or holds.
A flip moves you atop her, and then her elbow strikes your shoulder, pushing you back, tossing you onto the mattress on your back. No nails but her fingers are extended and your biceps burn with the muscle flexing and the use of inner power and strength as you try to keep her from overpowering you.
Even when you flop over her, pressinng your limp cock and naked body atop hers', she still giggling and straining, trying to bite or nip you, kissing and kicking, using her toes for leverage, and the thought of tickling her enters your mind. Then SHE tries tickling you, but you've pinned her to the bed again, giggling with her, laughing and loving her wrestling with you on your rented bed, wanting so much more than time will allow for your weekend.
A concession: you're both exhausted, but you're holding her, and she's breathing fast.
A kiss lands on your lips, her neck craning out, her eyes shutting gently, lashes against her face as she exhales, then inhales your tongue, keeping you deep in her mouth, passion rushing between you both and your bodies electric with lust & love.
I was watching "Burn Notice" on USA's network, and the main characters, Michael (Jeffery Donovan) and Fiona (Gabrielle Anwar) are former lovers and friends, who, reunited, make the best of their momentary relationship.
At one point she wants to know what's happening next as she assist him in his missions around Miami, and begins hitting, punching and gives a few judo tosses and they eventually wind up in bed, backs to one another, maybe afraid of what they've done or how they feel.
Maybe ...
But the wrestling was still fun.
Blessings & Love,
Julian
Good Luck
This is a selection of posted quotes and sayings regarding luck and hope and hard work, and I hope they touch and assist someone who loves me and whom I love.
She's a wonderful woman & friend; I hope she reads this before she goes to her testing for her license.
She's gonna be a great pilot.
Adios gang,
Julian
*******
Luck does not favor hesitation. (Roman words of wisdom)
It is better to be born lucky than rich. (unknown)
All of us have bad luck and good luck. The man who persists through the bad luck -- who keeps right on going -- is the man who is there when the good luck comes -- and is ready to receive it. (Robert Collier)
Men of action are favored by the Goddess of luck. (George S. Clason)
Better an ounce of luck than a pound of gold. (Yiddish proverb)
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have. (John Heywood)
Luck is the residue of design. (John Milton)
If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities. (M. Angelou)
Luck is a dividend of sweat. The more you sweat, the luckier you get. (Ray A. Kroc)
Good luck is a lazy man's estimate of a worker's success.
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. (Wilson Mizner)
Each misfortune you encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow's good luck. (Mandino)
Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans. (Unknown)
Luck is when opportunity knocks and you answer. (Unknown)
It's hard to detect good luck - it looks so much like something you've earned. (Frank Clark)
Luck never gives; it only lends. (Swedish proverb)
I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it. (T. Jefferson)
May good luck be your friend in whatever you do and may trouble be always a stranger to you. (Irish blessing)
For each petal on the shamrock this brings a wish your way. Good health, good luck, and happiness for today and every day. (Irish blessing)
Being deeply learned and skilled, being well trained and using well spoken words; This is good luck. (Buddha quote)
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light. May good luck pursue you each morning and night. (Irish blessing)
Good luck happens when preparedness meets opportunity.
Good luck comes in slender currents, misfortune in a rolling tides. (Irish saying)
The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act. (B. Sher)
For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can. (Ernest Hemingway)
Diligence is the mother of good luck. (Benjamin Franklin)
The luck of having talent is not enough; one must also have a talent for luck. (H. Berlioz )
They say you have to be good to be lucky, but I think you have to be lucky to be good. (Rico Carty)
Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work for the rabbit. (R. Shay)
Everything in life is luck. (Donald Trump)
Go and wake up your luck. (Persian saying)
Luck is what you have left over after you give 100 percent. (L. Coleman)
Those who have succeeded at anything and don't mention luck are kidding themselves. (Larry King)
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect. (Ralph Emerson)
I don't know anything about luck. I've never banked on it, and I'm afraid of people who do. Luck to me is something else; hard work and realizing what is opportunity and what isn't. (Lucille Ball)
Men have made an idol of luck as an excuse for their own thoughtlessness. (Democritus)
Winners believe that they create their own luck by their actions; losers believe in good and bad luck. (Unknown)
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? (Jean Costeau)
Success is just a matter of luck, all you need to do is ask a failure. History may be written by academics but it's rarely created by them. (Unknown)
Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck. (Orson Welles)
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. (Country Western Song)
It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck. (Joseph Conrad)
Throw a lucky man in the sea, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth. (Arab proverb)
If your are lucky enough to be Irish, you are lucky enough. (unknown)
http://www.goodluckcreations.com/goodluckquotes.html
She's a wonderful woman & friend; I hope she reads this before she goes to her testing for her license.
She's gonna be a great pilot.
Adios gang,
Julian
*******
Luck does not favor hesitation. (Roman words of wisdom)
It is better to be born lucky than rich. (unknown)
All of us have bad luck and good luck. The man who persists through the bad luck -- who keeps right on going -- is the man who is there when the good luck comes -- and is ready to receive it. (Robert Collier)
Men of action are favored by the Goddess of luck. (George S. Clason)
Better an ounce of luck than a pound of gold. (Yiddish proverb)
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have. (John Heywood)
Luck is the residue of design. (John Milton)
If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities. (M. Angelou)
Luck is a dividend of sweat. The more you sweat, the luckier you get. (Ray A. Kroc)
Good luck is a lazy man's estimate of a worker's success.
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. (Wilson Mizner)
Each misfortune you encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow's good luck. (Mandino)
Good luck is often with the man who doesn't include it in his plans. (Unknown)
Luck is when opportunity knocks and you answer. (Unknown)
It's hard to detect good luck - it looks so much like something you've earned. (Frank Clark)
Luck never gives; it only lends. (Swedish proverb)
I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it. (T. Jefferson)
May good luck be your friend in whatever you do and may trouble be always a stranger to you. (Irish blessing)
For each petal on the shamrock this brings a wish your way. Good health, good luck, and happiness for today and every day. (Irish blessing)
Being deeply learned and skilled, being well trained and using well spoken words; This is good luck. (Buddha quote)
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light. May good luck pursue you each morning and night. (Irish blessing)
Good luck happens when preparedness meets opportunity.
Good luck comes in slender currents, misfortune in a rolling tides. (Irish saying)
The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act. (B. Sher)
For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can. (Ernest Hemingway)
Diligence is the mother of good luck. (Benjamin Franklin)
The luck of having talent is not enough; one must also have a talent for luck. (H. Berlioz )
They say you have to be good to be lucky, but I think you have to be lucky to be good. (Rico Carty)
Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work for the rabbit. (R. Shay)
Everything in life is luck. (Donald Trump)
Go and wake up your luck. (Persian saying)
Luck is what you have left over after you give 100 percent. (L. Coleman)
Those who have succeeded at anything and don't mention luck are kidding themselves. (Larry King)
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect. (Ralph Emerson)
I don't know anything about luck. I've never banked on it, and I'm afraid of people who do. Luck to me is something else; hard work and realizing what is opportunity and what isn't. (Lucille Ball)
Men have made an idol of luck as an excuse for their own thoughtlessness. (Democritus)
Winners believe that they create their own luck by their actions; losers believe in good and bad luck. (Unknown)
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? (Jean Costeau)
Success is just a matter of luck, all you need to do is ask a failure. History may be written by academics but it's rarely created by them. (Unknown)
Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck. (Orson Welles)
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. (Country Western Song)
It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck. (Joseph Conrad)
Throw a lucky man in the sea, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth. (Arab proverb)
If your are lucky enough to be Irish, you are lucky enough. (unknown)
http://www.goodluckcreations.com/goodluckquotes.html
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Toxic
Much can be construed about what's deepest inside me, and sometimes I know that I don't want to express or like it. But, sadly, like both sides of the coin, I embrace it heatily and deeply, keeping it close to my heart and wishing it could be the better part of me, even as ugly as it could be. It's the Dorian Grey, my hidden ugliness, my fear of what I will one day be: gnarled, grotesque, and hideous to all in my sight.
And yet ...
Yet even with this understanding, I bathe in my ruthlessness and despair, my evil crushing the resolve inside me that years of guilt and nagging have shaped me with like a hunchback at his belltower, aching for the beautiful gypsy dancer never to love him as he worships her. I am always going to be somehow ugly or gnarled, vile and sickening to my peers, my own understanding and to the intuition of of my mentality.
My mind, warped as it is, needs to be cleansed, and should be slapped like an impetuous child on run from its' responsibilities, awake & aware, but always seeking approval for the lewd and droll things it wants or the childish nature of its' own meaningless existence.
Do I want to be aware of the good I do, or would I rather wallow in the misery I create for myself, my own painting fiasco of splattered misery and crude expression?
Lord knows I'm no Jackson Pollock.
My ideas are splattered all over the world, in message boards and on notes around the planet, and I hope to make the universe my canvas, creating the most amazing art there ever could be shown to the world. I want to be famous, incredibly famous, and ready to conquer all there is inside me and outside of the lives of the people I know now. I'm just a simple kid from San Antonio, a southsider who made good by getting a degree and a good job, but ... honestly, is 'this' all there is for me?
Has the last chapter of my book been written already?
Or have I been doing the rewrites since I was 27, failing and rebuilding, hoping and wishing, crying and laughing constantly, loving the need to do good more than the people who love me? Is that even a question any longer, or just the beginning of my mission statement?
Toxic lyrics - a Britney Spears song (sung as a cover by Yael Naim)
Songwriters: Karlsson, Christian; Jonback, Henrik; Dennis, Cathy; Winnberg, Pontus
Baby, can't you see?
I'm calling a guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous, I'm fallin'
There's no escape
I can't wait, I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous, I'm lovin' it
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip from my devil cup
Slowly, it's taking over me
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Don't you know that you're toxic?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
© EMI MUSIC PUBG LTD; MURLYN SONGS
Let's see what happens next shall we?
Ciao.
Julian
And yet ...
Yet even with this understanding, I bathe in my ruthlessness and despair, my evil crushing the resolve inside me that years of guilt and nagging have shaped me with like a hunchback at his belltower, aching for the beautiful gypsy dancer never to love him as he worships her. I am always going to be somehow ugly or gnarled, vile and sickening to my peers, my own understanding and to the intuition of of my mentality.
My mind, warped as it is, needs to be cleansed, and should be slapped like an impetuous child on run from its' responsibilities, awake & aware, but always seeking approval for the lewd and droll things it wants or the childish nature of its' own meaningless existence.
Do I want to be aware of the good I do, or would I rather wallow in the misery I create for myself, my own painting fiasco of splattered misery and crude expression?
Lord knows I'm no Jackson Pollock.
My ideas are splattered all over the world, in message boards and on notes around the planet, and I hope to make the universe my canvas, creating the most amazing art there ever could be shown to the world. I want to be famous, incredibly famous, and ready to conquer all there is inside me and outside of the lives of the people I know now. I'm just a simple kid from San Antonio, a southsider who made good by getting a degree and a good job, but ... honestly, is 'this' all there is for me?
Has the last chapter of my book been written already?
Or have I been doing the rewrites since I was 27, failing and rebuilding, hoping and wishing, crying and laughing constantly, loving the need to do good more than the people who love me? Is that even a question any longer, or just the beginning of my mission statement?
Toxic lyrics - a Britney Spears song (sung as a cover by Yael Naim)
Songwriters: Karlsson, Christian; Jonback, Henrik; Dennis, Cathy; Winnberg, Pontus
Baby, can't you see?
I'm calling a guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous, I'm fallin'
There's no escape
I can't wait, I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous, I'm lovin' it
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip from my devil cup
Slowly, it's taking over me
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Don't you know that you're toxic?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
© EMI MUSIC PUBG LTD; MURLYN SONGS
Let's see what happens next shall we?
Ciao.
Julian
The Local Drive-In
Recently, here in San Antonio, a local drive-in was closed and partially demolished: the Mission Drive-in on Roosevelt & East White Street.
The place is an institution, and has been a wonderfully established as (hopefully) historical site here in San Antonio. The front facade of the drive-in has stayed up and I've been told that the concession stand may also stay up.
But ... there's one spot on the Southside that has been forgotten by time and the Wal-Mart corporation, called the Trail Drive-In. The Trail drive-in was an established theater from the '50's to the '70's until it went porn. And when it went porn, it raised the metal walls and added trees surrounding the outer barriers and people were watched carefully entering the place by the guy or girl at the front of the ticket booth.
(For more information about blue theaters in San Antonio, see my previous entry, linked here.)
Now some people will find themselves a little uncomfortable about talking about living out their fantasies at either a drive-in or in an adult theater; nowadays gloryholes can be kinda dangerous with the diseases and things you can catch out there. Not to mention the wicked or jealous people living among us - thus my hedonism.
I may be going off-line soon.
I am going to visit someone wicked & delightful; she's married & I am seeing someone, thus I could wind up in a very nasty position.
Maybe one day I'll tell you about my fantasies.
Blessings,
Julian
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8526154@N03/3303111899 - Mission drive-in information in detail; also a vintage photo of the drive-in with the neon strips and the marquee.
http://www.city-data.com/forum/san-antonio/27062-gone-but-not-forgotten-san-antonio-222.html - Trail Drive-In
The place is an institution, and has been a wonderfully established as (hopefully) historical site here in San Antonio. The front facade of the drive-in has stayed up and I've been told that the concession stand may also stay up.
But ... there's one spot on the Southside that has been forgotten by time and the Wal-Mart corporation, called the Trail Drive-In. The Trail drive-in was an established theater from the '50's to the '70's until it went porn. And when it went porn, it raised the metal walls and added trees surrounding the outer barriers and people were watched carefully entering the place by the guy or girl at the front of the ticket booth.
(For more information about blue theaters in San Antonio, see my previous entry, linked here.)
Now some people will find themselves a little uncomfortable about talking about living out their fantasies at either a drive-in or in an adult theater; nowadays gloryholes can be kinda dangerous with the diseases and things you can catch out there. Not to mention the wicked or jealous people living among us - thus my hedonism.
I may be going off-line soon.
I am going to visit someone wicked & delightful; she's married & I am seeing someone, thus I could wind up in a very nasty position.
Maybe one day I'll tell you about my fantasies.
Blessings,
Julian
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8526154@N03/3303111899 - Mission drive-in information in detail; also a vintage photo of the drive-in with the neon strips and the marquee.
http://www.city-data.com/forum/san-antonio/27062-gone-but-not-forgotten-san-antonio-222.html - Trail Drive-In
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Rihanna Needs A Spanking!
Bad bad girl Rihanna.
I have heard that THIS was what caused nice guy Chris Brown to go apeshit and pimp slap her to the point of an arrest and total public humiliation.
There were rumors that Chris Brown may have leaked the phots himself, to make her more miserable, but then again, why would he do that considering what images were also leaked of him? (See below)
When I saw this image I got a REALLY good laugh, and I almost lost all control of myself; after all IF he leaked the images shouldn't he have edited out the picture of himself wearing a woman's thong/panty on his head?
Personally, he should be glad he wasn't cuckcolded openly, like some men have found themselves, like above in the image.
I think we need to stop the violence. If Rihanna want to give away her goodies LET HER! As long as she's old enough LEGALLY then we can only appreciate or ignore the images on the web.
And if not I guess then we're gonna have to spank this precious angel.
Adios.
Julian
Friday, May 8, 2009
Being of Two Tongues aka Bilingual
Jose Nunez - Bilingual lyrics
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All it's divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create
Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name
Aye papi.... *English Translation of Spanish Lyrics* "You are so big and so hard, you give it to me so good, you are my mortal sin."
(Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno...tu eres mi pecado mortal...cojelo otra vez...)
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told
You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again
My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
*************
************
In a few weeks I may find myself leaving Texs to make someone happy, savoring the lust of my
heart and soul the angel I have dreamed about for the last few years.
We've spent the last few years on phone calls & on cams & in chats of the most perverted kind - and it's been WONDERFUL!
She will make me bilingual and I shall hopefully be groaning & enjoying myself long in a weekend delight of carnal pleasures and absolute bliss.
All my fantasies fulfilled in her body and soul.
I am going to make myself smile - period.
I deserve the smile; this is my graduation gift to me.
Be well,
Julian
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