The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.The perception of beauty is a moral test.
What I'm Reading
Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much because they live in the grey twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
Subjects I'd Like to Learn More About
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder , chaos--especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom ... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.
An Interesting Fact
See - one side of my face is gentle and kind, incapable of anything but love of my fellow man. The other side, the other profile, is cruel and predatory and evil, incapable of anything but lusts and dark passions. It all depends on which side faces the moon at the ebb of the tide.
“Come on precious,” he said breathlessly, gyrating his hips up towards her face thrusting his cock into her ruby painted mouth. She took his entire length with ease. her lips virtually kissing his pelvic bone as she deep throated his entire shaft, feeling each throb and pulsation. “Oh yessssss...” He chanted as she turned up the suction and the pace even more, her dazzling tongue danced on his hardened member making soft suckling sounds echoed in the large chamber.Henry’s body tensed as he... Read Full Story
“Ooh, thank you for freeing me from my bottle,” she said, her face beaming with gratitude. “As a reward, I grant you three wishes.” A sultry smile danced on her pretty face as she licked her lips hungrily.“Are you for real?” Henry asked.“Yes, master,” she said as she bowed slightly, her brunette topknot flipping over her eyes. “I am Alisa. I am bound to the one who frees me, and I must grant three wishes as an offering of thanks no matter what they are.”Henry laughed.“What’s so funny?” Ali... Read Full Story
There he was, just simple man named Henry walked along the beach, the incoming tide splashing around his feet. He loved this. It was one of the few remaining ties to his old life. He dimly recalled walking along a beach much like this one, hand in hand with Shannon. The memory brought a short sigh, but the wistful feeling was quickly forgotten. Instead, he just reveled in the physicality of the moment: the cold ocean water, the sand flowing between his toes, the sounds of the waves crash... Read Full Story
An erotic night in which she had plannedAs I gave in to her every demandHer skin like milk and body so coldMy soul once mine has now been soldHer eyes they glowed in the pitch black roomWith a smile on her face to seal my doomHer nails so sharp she scraped down my chestMy blood then trickled onto her breastsWe shared our blood in the passion and fireA taste so sweet that we both now desire.When the sun rises or the moon arrives, they are the light and I am the dark. I am the dark in their res... Read Full Story
