Going to Exxxotica Expo again.
In Miami for the Exxxotica Expo. Had so much fun last year, gonna go again with my buddy. So my goals are to get another pic with Stoya and try not to get arrested. Seems reasonable, right?
You know, It sucks that Chevy were a bunch of pussies and took bail out money. But damn they are making some sexy cars again. Just look at the curves on this bitch! It’s nice to see cars again that gives me a semi boner just looking at it. I’d probably splooge on the seats if I got to drive one.
Though I could never own one since I’m so hard on vehicles. Wore the tires off my rav4 three times, and it’s a 2008. And that’s normal driving for me.
That damn lead foot.
Regret
regret
by ~uturn190
the cold winter waves
as the leaves die below
prepping the ground
for the oncoming snow
nothing will be left
says the old crow
ten winters is enough
with blisters only to show
Jesus I’ve come to
and Jesus I prayed
take away these troubles
take away this pain
I’ve cried too many times
I knelt for so long
starting to feel like
you’ve never been here all along
I’ve been patient for years
I’ve put money in the plate
talked to all the men of God
and they say I have to have faith
I’ve waited and waited
been depressed for so many years
the first time I felt relief
was from man made pills and beers
well it might not cure
but it helps to forget
that constant pain
and all those years of regret
Cam Overhead, pt IV. by jonmmmayhem
taking chances outdoors with Cam Damage hanging out over the Gowanus Expressway
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I want to play washboard on Cam’s abs. Just start a blues band and play her abs real slow all night. Now I know you don’t hear much washboard in blues music. But in my world, it doesn’t have to make sense.
I want to shine a flashlight at all different angles so her abs can be a kaleidoscope of wonderment.
I want to be a small bug and climb each one.
I’m not obsessed, just really impressed.
And don’t get me started with the rest of her body. lol
UT
Bad Santa
Here is another one of my poems. This one is kind of dirty in a way. Most of my poetry is either moody or fucked up. So you have warning.
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I turned to grass
I turned to sand
I turned into the lover
of all things grand
I followed you
I kissed you
without knowledge or consent
rules that were broken
never shook or bent
weeks at a time
at your window I spent
counting your stray hairs
and collecting your dryer lint
then out of the blue
I caught your eye
and for that split of a split second
I thought now, I can try
and that’s when I decided
that tonight is the night
and put to bed
all these feelings of flight
so into your house I crept
not even making a noise
stopping every so often
to smell your clothes and toys
your iPhone
your keys
your panties and blouse
your dumb ass cat
is now hung outside your house
HOW DARE IT HISS
AND SCRATCH AT ME
DOSEN’T IT KNOW
IT’S OWN MASTERS KNEES
Shaken, but better
I skipped with glee
with the roofies at work
that earlier I slipped in her tea
her hair I braided
with care and precision
not even thinking
of the years spent in prison
I dressed her in clothes
suitable to wear
her birthday suit
was decorated with flare
sparkles and paint
of purple and red
tiny pink bows
placed all over her head
to the kitchen I ran
to get the final piece
the one thing she needed
to truly be free
then slashed and slashed
and cut to the bone
and made a mess of your boyfriend
in our brand new home
now that my belly is full
I returned to her room
placed my fingers in her mouth
and slipped a condom on the broom
but responsibilities in my head started to creep
I must visit the kids all over the world,
while they are all fast asleep
and bring the rotten bastards
cheap elf labor toys
and leave coal in the stockings,
of all the bad boys
quick I must be before my princess awakes
stick a rocket up the ass of that red nosed horny freak
as fast as I can eat the cookies and milk
and get back to my lady lying naked on red silk
so in a haste I rode all through the night
stopping at Shawna’s house for a sex toyed delight
taking her chains, collars and whips
Mrs Claus would kill me if she found me with it
so back to her house
I walked in pants around my knees
excited to see her again
and trying to hold in the very lubed anal beads
nipple clamps of white
and cock ring of red
whip in my left hand
placed the big black dildo on the bed
my excitement boiled over
and I shouted with glee
tonight I finally get to
set us both free
her eyes opened wide
she turned to me and said
look you sick fuck
in an hour you’ll be dead
she tasered my balls
and I dropped to the floor
she said, “my turn bitch!”
and her mom burst through the door
is this the twisted fuck?
she asked with a smile
yep, it is
this fat fucking pile
no more can be told
after that night in the house
For no witness were there
Not even a mouse.
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uturn190 aka Dave Martin
