And to tell you that, I've drunk
I do not know if you've ever tried to drink piss? I
yes.
And frankly, it was delicious.
Why am I telling you this? I am not sure, frankly.
To be honest, I'm not sure to be a passionate
sexual practices which we will call out to euphemistically-standards, lack of a better name.
I've always been wise enough in this area, perhaps even a little old France, although I have never spat on sodomy.
Hey, let's talk.
I repeatedly cut to pieces with some on this subject that deserves its own lengthy arguments, but it is
Internet, brothel, so I'll do like everyone else: the pruning cut Freud. The issue is: can we talk about male desire and female desire? The answer is no.
(I told you: the pruning)
Come on, I force myself and I developed a bit:
I do not believe at all that there is a male or female desire, a sort of large format under FAT32
software zigounette / flannelette. Estelle likes to be fucked, Rachel is stubborn. Betsabée swallows. Judith not. Moses
appreciates moderately finger in the ass when it sucks. Saul loves. (Yes it is called "biblically to know" - so I unsheathed the reference heavy - Corinthians, let down your comzzz - ah, the cocks to the Corinthians. I Megara, as they say in Crete)
I'm a pretty boy opened done. And always ready to revise my thinking.
I have long believed that ejaculation facial was a full practice right after porn for Dummies, which originates exclusively from male desire to unload in mouth full of his wife or daughter in the evening with a side-not healthy healthy. Up to realize that:
- It's still pretty exciting,
- there are girls that it is not possible in states - and wanting more.
But I said I was talking sodomy.
Mystery. orifice prohibited. In my point of fascination domineering. No will to ensure that my partner "has in the ass" figuratively, but literally only. Enough of my joy, as it is his.
And they are particular sensations.
(Incidentally, and this is the girls that I am speaking at a sodomy boy enters the tail of the ass of the girl with a somewhat odd, unusual and exciting. It's definitely worth a look)
In fact, I read it again: and I had gone to cause you piss.
Currently installed in front of my computer writing this text, I do not willingly
would drink a swig of urine, with a little fag in drag.
's all about context. I was very excited, you were very excited. It was already a bit of time we kissed and we even knew each other. I came upon you, behind you, I took you in front, behind, I had you licked, sucked you had, all in order (one day I'll explain why I
am ready to kill me first preliminary talks about - it is not diesel) and you were standing over me, when you told me you'd really want to pee and of course you are about to get out of bed to spin the toilet. And I can tell you it was cold, that you were not going out of the room and almost silently and trembling you got closer to me, your sex soon brushing my face, my mouth.
The first jet. Light. Wow. It's delicious. Thou enjoy. I ask for more. You continue. Light. You're empty. You enjoy more. I swallow everything.
Just think back to, I have chills.
I knew it was something that you tried. I wanted to make you happy without knowing if it would please me as such but I knew that, you make me happy and having fun, it was gone. I knew you were never reached there and I understand that: piss on someone and a fortiori in his mouth, uh, shall we say?
is dirty. This is perverse. It is even disgusting.
While I was a break in writing this text, I went for a ride on porn sites, and I've seen girls pissing on boys or other girls, boys pissing on girls. I found it repulsive. It is filmed. It's fake. And it's disgusting. They say
Pornography, erotica other, which is not true. Pornography, especially an industry.
I do not want to tell you that I love or I love pee drinking piss. Wrong. I even think I frankly think it's dirty and I do not like this.
I just wanted to say that tonight there at that time because it was her, because it was me that was an amazing experience. Unforgettable.
And that love has this really wonderful that he can transform raw facts, without obvious erotic significance in magical moment and fabulous memories.
So you love them other, kiss as you can, without asking you if you EVER are doing is reasonable, as long as you want, that pleasure is there and shared. There is still time, if it is unpleasant, if not cool, if it gets ugly, to say stop. Must still be in bed with the right person.
Provided that this remains between us, but if everyone did the same, we would head to less nonsense and that the world turn round, that was my contribution to the Copenhagen Summit.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
How Can You Tell If A Scorpio Guy Likes You
Open Letter to Joseph Blatter
(known as "Joe the Cockroach")
My Jojo
it seems that you are choosing to live and especially take his choice.
With football and its strange rules, the planet was a time to forget the crisis, influenza and even the mother to Titi (in which, remember, it's a bit of Italy).
Brief facts: Mr. Henry (who needs no introduction - thanks be given to Daniel Balavoine) control of the hand a leather ball when it is forbidden for a football player other than the goalkeeper in its surface, and passes the ball to Mr. Gallas who puts an end to the bottom of the Irish. The referee saw nothing. It's goal. We qualified for the World Cup.
should be a Kant or Heidegger to capture the magic of this major philosophical moment. We could have just one favorite maxims of a contemporary thinker exiled M6, I quote in extenso:
"Main" Main "He put mimimine!"
Sport is cheating, too. Especially when there is the glory and the good little check is going to fall. The footballer is just passionate about books and more for sports cars, he did not have the same needs as you and me.
the Irish want to replay the game. It's understandable. A few years ago, during an Ireland-Lisbon won handily by the Irish, it was gently placed the ball down and held a second meeting. (Defeat Ireland on penalty kicks)
But since Nov. 15, two weeks, it does not go a day without that FIFA, which regulates and organizes this great mass of friendship and beer called "World" or World Cup or Mundial for older, do we communicate with exciting information on the subject, increasing the conflicting information.
The match is not replayed. (Who cares).
Then: The game will be really really not replayed. (Yeah, you know, you just tell us).
Then: nah, but really. (Yes, we understand, there).
Then: You will perhaps ask two or three issues on arbitration. We will meet a committee vote full powers to the Soviets, and then we will lay a report. (OK).
Then: We will conduct an investigation into what happened, the hand of Mr Henry there. (One begins to tire)
Then: No investigation but, okay, but no sanctions Will there huh. (Yeah, we'll just bring in Henry and then we'll be grilling)
Then: Maybe we'll (the latest) spin a little something to the Irish, because they are still too cool. (Must still quickly switch to the discography Bono to say something like that, but admit that. Although not.)
Then my Jojo, two things possibilities: Either
you consider that this is a game that, admittedly regrettable, certainly not pretty, but against which the substance over form as you do not find anything wrong, and you stop we grind ,
Either it's a scandal, you met a special office, you vote for sanctions and you best call a Round Table of Mimine for such atrocity - next to which the tile is Guernica Bottleshop in the crapper - does happen again, and you stop we grind ditto.
Large beaks.
(known as "Joe the Cockroach")
My Jojo
it seems that you are choosing to live and especially take his choice.
With football and its strange rules, the planet was a time to forget the crisis, influenza and even the mother to Titi (in which, remember, it's a bit of Italy).
Brief facts: Mr. Henry (who needs no introduction - thanks be given to Daniel Balavoine) control of the hand a leather ball when it is forbidden for a football player other than the goalkeeper in its surface, and passes the ball to Mr. Gallas who puts an end to the bottom of the Irish. The referee saw nothing. It's goal. We qualified for the World Cup.
should be a Kant or Heidegger to capture the magic of this major philosophical moment. We could have just one favorite maxims of a contemporary thinker exiled M6, I quote in extenso:
"Main" Main "He put mimimine!"
Sport is cheating, too. Especially when there is the glory and the good little check is going to fall. The footballer is just passionate about books and more for sports cars, he did not have the same needs as you and me.
the Irish want to replay the game. It's understandable. A few years ago, during an Ireland-Lisbon won handily by the Irish, it was gently placed the ball down and held a second meeting. (Defeat Ireland on penalty kicks)
But since Nov. 15, two weeks, it does not go a day without that FIFA, which regulates and organizes this great mass of friendship and beer called "World" or World Cup or Mundial for older, do we communicate with exciting information on the subject, increasing the conflicting information.
The match is not replayed. (Who cares).
Then: The game will be really really not replayed. (Yeah, you know, you just tell us).
Then: nah, but really. (Yes, we understand, there).
Then: You will perhaps ask two or three issues on arbitration. We will meet a committee vote full powers to the Soviets, and then we will lay a report. (OK).
Then: We will conduct an investigation into what happened, the hand of Mr Henry there. (One begins to tire)
Then: No investigation but, okay, but no sanctions Will there huh. (Yeah, we'll just bring in Henry and then we'll be grilling)
Then: Maybe we'll (the latest) spin a little something to the Irish, because they are still too cool. (Must still quickly switch to the discography Bono to say something like that, but admit that. Although not.)
Then my Jojo, two things possibilities: Either
you consider that this is a game that, admittedly regrettable, certainly not pretty, but against which the substance over form as you do not find anything wrong, and you stop we grind ,
Either it's a scandal, you met a special office, you vote for sanctions and you best call a Round Table of Mimine for such atrocity - next to which the tile is Guernica Bottleshop in the crapper - does happen again, and you stop we grind ditto.
Large beaks.
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