Just Once More
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Posted:Mar 8, 2009 4:51 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2009 9:36 am
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Just Once More
I want to find
That place in between
Heaven and hell
As I lay in your arms
And feel your touch
I know a peace
That only is yours
Given freely
For nothing at all
Except to be
In reverie
Let me feel
The torture of leaving
So I may know
The pleasure of being
In your arms
In your heart
And in your eyes
Just Once More
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Views, Flirts, and Hotlist...?
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Posted:Feb 21, 2009 11:58 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2009 10:43 pm
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What does it mean to you?
VIEWS: 
Views are nice. They kinda validate your little thumbnail. I know, it's not healthy to seek validation from the outside, blah, blah, blah... sure, I've read a psychology book too. But, the reality is: We're all a little exhibitionary here! And part of that is being noticed.
So, views are nice... but nothing to get worked up about... I mean it could have been an accidental click, right?
FLIRTS: 
Ok, so now we're getting somewhere... yes, no or maybe? I dunno. I've gotten flirts, sent off an email, and waited... Huh? are those cobwebs on my keyboard?
But, I've also given flirts to get views, and see if she will flirt back. Then, maybe I'll send an email. Now I'm ok with the English language, try to read most of the profile {guy ADHD}, look at the pictures {Love the panty shots }, and I even try to match the tone of the profile.
The responses seem random... I could probably just put in an ellipsis... and get the same response ratio. But I probably couldn't do that. I'd rather try to communicate in some way. Now, I know standard members have limited responses.
That's for the ladies.
I know the guys don't have to worry about limited responses. Ha ha ha. Although if I don't pay attention and respond to fake profiles. I can lose legitimate responses in the mix.
So, my question is. Do you get that many emails that you lose track? And, is a flirt an invitation to send an email and initiate a conversation?
HOTLIST: 
Are we getting somewhere here? Or, is it just a way to track your voyeuristic impulses?
I usually browse a little, hotlist a few profiles, and go back later to check the stars. Which I must say make for an interesting reality check. Fuck, I'm getting old.
But not old enough for some of the older women?
How do you use your hotlist? Is it for tracking hot members? Or do you use it to remember something?
So, what does it all mean to you?
Care to share?
Just Curious,
~G
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broken little pieces...
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Posted:Feb 20, 2009 9:24 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2009 9:22 am
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It never meant a thing
Just a time to set us free
Briefly in a wisp
Of what we could not have
Broken pieces touching
In ways that would not fit
Fraying on the edges
In a shattered bowl
Water to the cold
Laughing at the old
Of when we had a hope
In something never meant
A glimpse of could not have
Wishing in a moment
A hope for something more
That would not ever come
Broken little pieces
Touching side by side
Breaking on the inside
Of what we try to hide
Sorry to have touched
Ever to have seen
Broken little pieces
Lying in a stream
Flowing to the never
In a sinking tide
Of broken misery
When the moment died
In asking for a gentle
The trap was laid out bare
To see if the touching
Would cower to the fear
Broken little pieces
Dieing in the wind
Never knew the gentle
Would bring about an end
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If I said you had a beautiful body?
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Posted:Feb 19, 2009 7:11 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2009 1:40 am
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Would you hold it against me?
Really?
It seems a little teasing goes much further than a straight out compliment. Whenever I get too complimentary... things go south. Which really is a shame...
I so much want to tell you how my heart skips a beat every time you walk by. I want to tell you that your eyes entrance me and make me lose myself in a world of complete contentment. And, I want to tell you how you ares so beautiful to me.
But as soon as I do? You turn away...
Why?
Why can't I tell you how wonderful you are? Why do I have to play this game like you don't matter to me. Keep it cool. Allow you to want me... It's unnerving.
Nice guys get the shaft when it comes to women. I'm not making this up. This is real world experience talking. You women are crazy! And, you're gonna hate me for saying this, but... I love you.
You make me so insane with desire. I just want to put my arms around you and whisper sweet things into your ear.
Picture us standing face to face. We embrace. And you hear whispered into your ear: "This, this right here is all that matters to me. When everything is said and done, holding you in my arms is the most important thing in this world right now."
And this ain't some smarmy shit I heard in a movie or read somewhere. It is what is. I love the warmth of your body pressed against me. I am paralyzed by the things you do to me. And, if I could, I would spend eternity trying to convince you how wonderful you are. But, I can't.
I have to pretend like you are barely tolerable. I have to 'act' like having you around me is a little annoying. I mean sure, that breathing thing you do, you know, in, out, over and over? It's non stop. But still. I can put up with it...
Whatever... I hope you're happy. it's magic when you smile at me. I love you...
...bye...
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Astrologically speaking...
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Posted:Feb 11, 2009 7:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2009 8:03 pm
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I think I need another scorpio to argue with...
'sigh'
I don't get it. At 13 I had this girlfriend who was 6 days younger than me and I totally loved her. But, one day we were sitting in a tree... yeah, we did kiss. And then I shook the branch we were on... yeah, on purpose. She did not like that. And let me know by scratching me across my face. I chased her. Her sister came to the rescue... and I bit her on the ass.
Fond memories... that summer was the best... LOL!
Then, my first live in girlfriend was a scorpio. Yeah, I messed that one up too. But damn, it was hot when it was hot. I'll always remember her...
There were a few more scorpio girls here and there. And then my last LTR was with a scorpio girl. And it seems as if they were all so wonderfully competitive in so many ways. At times it was like fighting to see who could make each other feel better. No matter who won, we both won...
Now... I don't know if it is nature or nurture? I don't know. But I do seem to recall as a finding little snippets in light paragraphs that told me how I should act. And in retrospect I see that the combined effect not so much predestined but something that I have used as a measuring rod. Sure, I don't know what would have been had I never seen a horoscope, but I did.
I assume my situation is not entirely unique. How many of us have been in a market with mom and wondered what secrets those little rolled up tubes of parchment contained? I still see them and think I would be embarrassed to actually purchase a 'starscroll'. But being young afforded me an opportunity to wonder and hope for answers.
Do we gravitate towards the mystic insights of the sky because it is so far away and we want that kind of universality inside of us? Is there something that connects the little neurons in our still forming brains with the keys to our future. Or do we make those connections ourselves because we are little psychic sponges trying to find our rudder in a land of giants?
Or maybe it was because the little tubes of paper are colorful... I don't know.
The thing is, in reading these little fortune cookie wisdom blurbs, we just incorporate that stuff into our personalities. What I think is; we are searching for our places in the universe and we come across this mystic oracle, be it in the newspaper, comics, magazines or whatever. In that moment, we see the generalities in the words and the pattern recognition inherent in the brain launches into the biological data stream in our heads and tries to find the pattern.
Over time this search for truth brings us closer to what we begin to believe about ourselves. Sure mom and dad tell us we are great, they love us, and we can be anyone or anything we want to be... but... these are the same people we catch picking their noses, dropping dishes, and being in general somewhat fallible people. They also lied to us about Santa, The Easter Bunny, and Strangers. Some of my favorite people in the world started out as strangers. And, strangers writing secrets and delivering them, surreptitiously or not, to us is a whole other level.
Of all the people I've met in my lifetime, I can't remember many who did not know their sign. And the one or two that I do remember, were bland pod people from someplace else. Creepy.
Which brings me to now, wondering what it is that we use to imprint our personalities into our consciousness. As we gather little tidbits of who we are meant to be, or the way we are supposed to be... it starts to make sense in a "huh?" kind of way. Those who are told they are nurturing become nurturing. Those that are told they are inherently sexual beings then begin to manifest that trait in their lives.
So be it nature or nurture there seems to be something that rings true, not because the stars ordain our future and who we are, but because our brains crave patterns to make sense of this world. And we all know this world needs some sense...
And of course... besides being a scorpio... I've been blessed as well with physical endowments that have allowed me to delve into that prophetic sexual whirlwind that is the sexual mystique. Maybe that's why I like scorpio girls... they try hard to be mysterious and sexy... I like that! Who doesn't?
What's your sign?
Can you tell me the things you've found inside yourself that ring true? Can you show me the sexual energy inherent in your predestined self?
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Confessions of an attention ...
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Posted:Feb 7, 2009 10:15 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2009 4:50 pm
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The currency is votes and comments!
I've always been a little exhibitionary and would always enjoy flashing girlfriends. But since I've started playing on my cam, I've come to realize I really like the attention.
I wish I could respond to everyone. But, the logistics of IMC are atrocious. If someone comments I have to click on it and open another window. The windows don't flash, or make any noise. So, for each window that opens, it's another comment that does not show up in the general comment area. Plus, it clutters my screen and I lose focus trying to keep track of all the windows. 
That's not good! I CAN'T MULTI-TASK !
It takes me out of the moment and focuses my mind on more mundane things like the operational difficulties of the PC. That is not boner producing imagery.
I also like to watch what I am doing! It's fucking hot sometimes! So, if you watch me... Just know that I see all the comments and it turns me on when you say what you want me to do for you, or to you. And, I love it when you vote!
However... questions are a little distracting. I feel like I am ignoring someone when I don't answer. Negative thoughts of ignoring someone does not help me give you the best show possible.
I want to entice the viewer. But, questions, comments and or requests about, referring to or concerning my ass? Knock that shit off! LOL! I'm an exit only kind of guy. It does nothing for me to think about fucking, licking, or anything other than slapping ass.
Don't get me wrong. I love a womans ass. I enjoy playing with the cheeks, spanking them, and maybe even biting the really nice ones. But, I've been told no enough times to dissuade me from finding any pleasure from inserting my cock into them. I'm a little bit bigger than average and most of my girlfriends have always told me "no way that is going in my ass" before I've even thought to request it... LOL!
So yeah... tell me to let you suck me, ask me to fuck your pussy hard, and tell me how much you want my cock in your mouth. Those things turn me on and make the show better for you. But questions about my job, apartment, car, and or anything non sexual... kinda suck... Sorry. I'm not really on cam to chat.
I'm there to play and have fun, not prove myself worthy to you. Just watch and tell me you like what you see... and vote! It helps me cum hard for you. That's what you want to see, right?
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It's Raining...
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Posted:Feb 6, 2009 10:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2009 10:28 pm
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It's raining
The ocean stirs
It's so far away
I can't hear it with my ears
But I see it in my mind
And feel it in my soul
I know it's there
The rain reminds me
The water touches me
Inside
Where no one else can
No one but her
Where is she
Who is she
Is she close
Has she found me yet
Shall I screem out to the night
Shall I cry to heaven
For her embrace
Will she hear me
Can she sense my presence
Am I in her dreams
Have I found my way back
Can I fly again
Is it her hope
Is it her smile
Her warmth
That gives me strength
The thought of her love for me
What is it that I feel
From the ocean
Our spirits rise to the sky
And spread over the land
Touching all around
In that web of spirit
We will find each other
That's why I must go outside
And feel the rain
Because it feels you
It knows you
It brings your soul to me
To embrace
It's raining
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To My Valentine...
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Posted:Feb 3, 2009 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2009 9:29 am
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I do not know where you are or where you've been. And it does not matter. Because I know this... you will be in my arms soon and we will feel safe.
Safe? Yes.
Safe in knowing that when we look into each others eyes and can't help but smile it is because we have touched each other in ways that are...
Sublime.
From Wikipedia:
"In aesthetics, the sublime (from the Latin sublimis ([looking up from] under the lintel, high, lofty, elevated, exalted) is the quality of greatness or vast magnitude, whether physical, moral, intellectual, metaphysical, aesthetic, spiritual or artistic. The term especially refers to a greatness with which nothing else can be compared and which is beyond all possibility of calculation, measurement or imitation. This greatness is often used when referring to nature and its vastness."
And from Me:
For in it's reality the nature of holding is sublime. Arms hold and entwine, caress and warm, and in general pull us together for a closeness that is at times magical.
We hold each other to feel something more than what we see with our eyes. It is an intimate embrace of our individual beings to enmesh ourselves together and feel as if we are part of something more. It is in this embrace that I find my happiness. I love you.
So where ever you are now, know this; you will be mine for as long as you wish. For as long as you hold me, I am yours. Your heart touches mine and makes me content to be with only you.
So to my Valentine, I say "Thank You!"
Thank you for holding me close to your heart and allowing me to feel the grace of your smile. I love you!
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A stray rambles...
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Posted:Jan 31, 2009 3:30 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2009 9:04 pm
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I wonder why you said
The things you said to me
When you act as if
I tried to bite your knee
It seems to be a strange
Maybe you just lied
To hide away your lonely
So it isn't eyed
I just meant to peek
I did not mean to pry
I just want to touch
Something in your eye
And now I've scared you silly
You wont talk to me
I just found a little passion
And tried to set it free
It hurts a thing inside
And makes me feel so blue
What was the wrong
That I did to you
When you wanted biting
I snarled and bit for you
When you asked for gentle
I tried to show that too
But something happened then
Your perfect came to end
And now I run in circles
Looking for a friend
Was my gentle something
Enough for you to fear
Better than the feeling
Of when I pulled your hair
I won't take your lonely
I won't take your pride
Just tell me rather softly
Why you need to hide
~A. Stray Dog
aka ~G
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Torn between two lovers...
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Posted:Jan 28, 2009 9:06 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2009 1:40 am
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On the one hand, I miss being able to tell you that I love you. But on the other, there's that hope and expectations of meeting someone new. I wonder if that is how open relationships work?
I fight jealousy because I know there are no permanent possessions in this world, especially when it comes to people. They are rarely permanent, and never possessions. But, the idea of you with someone else drives me bonkers. My chest tightens, my breath catches, and I can literally feel something physical going on inside my gut.
So what do I do?
Evolve?
Again?
Why? Why can't I just be that troglodyte that thunders into your life and takes you to be mine? And then pile you in the corner with all my other toys! Hmmm?
What? Feelings? Again? Oh yeah, and then there's that sad face thing you do... that one kinda hurts. Inside. I don't like that. I like when you smile.
And, I especially like that smile you smile when I've touched you inside both figuratively and literally. There's that moment when we look into each others eyes and know... know that we were meant to be right here holding one another.
But... uhm... I got that exhibitionary thing going on. I just like the way it feels to know that people like watching me. I wish you would watch. And then? You'd come over and crawl into bed with me and tell me how you know I was being bad again. You'd look under the covers at my flaccid member, scrunch your face, and ask me what is there for you now. It's all floppy. "Bad boy!"
I'd shrug my shoulders and say that you could blow it back up, and do that silly sheepish grin thing that I do. We'd laugh, and you would kiss me. I would kiss you back and put my arms around you and hug you real tight, because I know that even though I'm 'bad' you still love to be with me.
You'd squirm out of my arms. Look at me sternly. And say: "No, no kisses and hugs for you." I would give you a genuinely crestfallen look, and you would kiss me softly on my chest as your soft warm hand reached below and stroked me. I would smile and marvel at the delicate warmth of your mouth. I would hold my breath and feel every kiss as you lowered your precious lips and kissed down my stomach.
You'd feel me harden in your hand. And I would feel the tip of my cock brush against your cheek as you turned your face to receive me into your mouth. You milk me with your mouth and I run my fingers through your hair and pull your mouth onto me as I thrust upwards to touch the back of your throat. And whisper: "I love you."
You would look up at me and I would pull you up by the hair so that your lips would come up to mine. And I would kiss you passionately and deeply, wanting only to communicate without words how much pleasure you give me. And I would reach down with my hands to feel your hard nipples, soft skin, and incredibly wet pussy. And then I would know. I would know that the act of taking me into your mouth and me kissing you has also given you pleasure. It would be as if we were meant for each other.
And it begins. Another moment of passionate bliss that we get to share manifests itself in our bodies as we instinctively pleasure each other. We revel in the power and control we have over one another's body. It titillates us to drive each other to orgasm.
I get to grab you by the ass and push my face into your pussy. You get to swallow me whole and feel my pulse with your mouth. We turn. We squirm. We orally satisfy each other together and turn once again to look into the eyes of one who touched us so.
I rise above you. I draw my body across yours. Our skin reacts electrically. And we feel my tip push softly against your lower lips. I slowly enter you in one long continuous stroke. We feel every inch of ourselves. We delight in the sensations until I am deep within you. We hold each other tight, me pushing in and you receiving all of me.
And we kiss...
Until I rise up again and pull back slowly. Rhythmically, I move myself in and out of you. Slowly at first, with ever increasing frequency, I move my body to pleasure us intensely. I reach down and softly kiss your lips. You grab me with your arms and kiss me back fiercely...
I grab you by the hair, raise my head, and stare into your eyes and I whisper: "No, I'm not bad, I love you."
But I have to ask...
Is this enough?
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Do you want to get with this?
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Posted:Jan 26, 2009 7:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2009 1:40 am
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Really?
Cool!
But first, let me just tell you this: I'm not sending out a million emails just to get your attention. I'll hotlist you, look at your profile, and maybe send you a message or two. But that's it. Unless... You let me know that you want to play with me. Then I'll go ahead and put out an extra email. Or two... Or pretty much as many as you send to me. Kind of like a back and forth thing, ya know? But not forever and a day. I have a short attention span.
I'm not going to waste our time blowing smoke up your ass, stroking your ego, or telling you how wonderful it is with me. Come see for yourself and let your eyes be the judge.
I'm here to play. I like playing on my web cam. If you like watching? Great!
But if you want me to get with you?
You need to communicate that desire to me. And, if I reply to you? It means yes I would like to get to know you better. Look, I could waste months chasing women here. And I just don't have the time. I mean that literally. It's not that I think I'm all that and a bag of chips. It's just that this place can be way too time consuming. You girls have a lot of options here... So, I'm not going to waste my time begging you to like me.
It's pointless. I'd rather be with someone who can let me know she is attracted to me. If you like what you see and can form sentences and dare I hope? Paragraphs!? Well, then? Bring it on!
Oh... and if you are hundreds or thousands of miles from me? That's cool too. Because I am ok with being able to excite you by showing off on my web cam. Ok, actually I am more than ok with it. It's a thrill to know that you are getting off on watching me. So yeah, please watch. It's safe. It's fun. And it's sexy!
And if it makes you happy? Let me know.
Thanks...
And Have fun!
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Wanna Watch?
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Posted:Jan 25, 2009 5:53 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2009 5:18 pm
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If you like watching naked guys playing on cam?
You should definitely check me out.
I'm usually on around 6-8 on Sundays. As a matter of fact, I'm letting the heat run right now so that when I get naked in a little while, I won't be cold... BbbrrR!
Or Saturdays before noon...
Or some weekday afternoons...
Wanna see?
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The love I found for you...
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Posted:Jan 25, 2009 8:14 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2009 6:07 pm
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If I told you that I cared
If I said it in your ear
Whispered in the moment
Would you feel a fear
Can you trust me anymore
Or will you run away
Because of all the things
It is I tried to say
Like when I tried to tell you
You make me feel alive
Or when I let it known
I need you to survive
Can you believe in you
That someone wants to know
Who it is you are
And all it is you owe
Like when a feather falls
It does not fear the ground
I'll look into your eyes
And tell you what I found
A simple wish of wonder
A morning mist of dew
And in your broken heart
The love I found for you
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