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Posted:May 7, 2020 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 10:47 am
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First, hello and I hope you are well.
There was once a time on this site where everyone was a community. We rarely wrote about sex. We wrote about life.
I can't complain, just observe.
Anyway, I was thinking back about May 4th and how, on that day, half a century ago... four young college students were killed at Kent State.
What the fuck was that?
Then a harder lesson was ringing in my ears.
Given enough time... people forget.
They forget names. They forget dates. They forget what got us here in the first place.
I'm not a political person.
But when politics coincide with lifestyle -- I take a moment.
THIS, however, is not about THAT. I'm mostly trying a method of not typing the word " T - O " which this website eliminates because of a really stupid subroutine that insists upon remaining. Why? Who knows. I don't care.
Cards on the table. My best male friend is a sniper for a living. He shoots people dead at distances approaching 3 kilometers. He has exploded entire bridges with frightening skill. The first man I have ever had a threesome with.
I think I'd rather kill someone at a mile-or-more away than up-close-and-personal. Been there. Done that.
May 5th, of course, was Cinco de Mayo. This is the first year in my entire life that it was completely silent.
Having lived most of my life in Chicago... there were some times when it was outrageous.
On May 6th... a whole long time ago... the Renaissance ended when Rome was sacked. Hundreds of years later, the Eiffel Tower opened for the public. Barely 20 years later, Babe Ruth hits his first home run.
I wonder if folks walking around with their smartphones even know who Babe Ruth was. Could they find the Eiffel Tower on a map? I'm not insulting you, my reader, I just wonder. A wee bit of history never hurt anyone.
May 7th, however, was the day that I lost my home.
I guess that pales in comparison against the founding of Sony Corporation or the launch of the Honda Accord or... Putin being inaugurated over 20 years ago.
But it made a real difference in my world.
A fucking virus?? Try homelessness.
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I've been writing in three languages
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Posted:May 6, 2020 6:41 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 10:47 am
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And then I looked at that word: "languages"
Might as well be sausages. Or some other way to deliver the meat to the market.
There was a very brief moment where... no when.
So I sat and thought about it.
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Magically delicious
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Posted:May 2, 2020 7:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 10:47 am
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Anyone that reads... I obviously stole that title line. 10 points for the first one that knows where from.
On the newsroll...
The rest of the week transpired and it's the middle of a Saturday night.
I communicated ( through this awful interface - not awful because of what it provides... awful because of what it DOESN'T ... the software is so horrible )
Had some communications.
Really wanted two of the ten to turn into a real meeting.
This interface is interfering.
But that's okay. I'm perfectly healthy. Just really lonely.
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Intermodulation Distortion
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Posted:May 1, 2020 3:20 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2020 9:42 am
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Hey true believers. I always thought that was so cool when Stan Lee would open the commentary of Spider Man ( and other ) comic books with a similar opening. Of course... I was just a stupid . But it has always stuck with me since.
I was gonna name this post "Mixed Messages". However, for anyone with a few fingers of forehead could predict -- nobody would read that.
But I like readers. And writers. Musicians and just about anyone that can have a thought-say about any piece of art.
"Art" is a peculiar thing. For my own self, it includes architecture, use of space ( not necessarily outer-space... we're just not there yet ), somebody's haircut, a piece of clothing or a -ass satchel or backpack, shoes ( a fetish of mine ), literature, music... in fact ANY kind of live performance, paintings, sculptures, sidewalk-chalk, graffiti.. and best, the combination of such things.
Brian Eno said something like "art is the appreciation of the fact that, even if you don't like the piece, SOMEbody out there does."
I like that idea quite a bit. I pray for it every freaking morning. Just a little bit of "acceptance".
Anyway, the only reason I am writing anything is that I read a funny thing today. I shared it with a friend and she insisted that it is NOT funny. That got me thinking about comedy as an art form. I don't know too much about it, but I know what I find funny.
It's not funny what is happening just this very minute in the world. But jeeze... a tiny bit of levity can alleviate so much of this gravity.
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Reminded of a Silly Thing
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Posted:Apr 29, 2020 6:22 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2020 9:48 am
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I once had a friend... he's still a friend but he has joined the angels in Heaven.
Pretty certain even Hell couldn't handle him.
Anyway, he told one of the almost greatest phrases I have ever learned in the English language.
So I chased this line. Wanted see if he took it from one or another philosopher. He never claimed it as his own. But he DID say, "understand, believe, and go on".
That wasn't the line that changed my life. It's much more complicated than that.
If anyone is interested, I've been reading a shit-ton of philosophers' writing about philosophy.
I came to a very recent discovery.
Discovery is a word that I have written thousands of words about.
Find this.
"We know what we know. We know what we do not know. But we do not know what we do not know."
I could ( and do ) write about this "concept of life" for days at a time.
But it's more important than me staying at home. Which somehow seems to be so important.
If anyone wants the punch-line. Feel free to comment here.
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Correct Me... I Dare You
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Posted:Apr 26, 2020 3:53 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2021 8:08 am
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How come I cannot write the word "three" -- the letters that spell-out the number 3 -- or "to" -- not the number 2 -- on this site?
What the possible fuck is wrong with this?
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Real is in the Feel
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Posted:Apr 26, 2020 9:30 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2020 3:39 pm
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Disappointed.
The code used within this site is ... how did she say? Glitchy.
Not quite yet a word, but destined for certain. An "implied known" as my professor once told .
For example, in my last post, every time I wrote the word "" -- upon posting, disappeared.
Other small words: "an", "" and others. Missing. A mystery. Not so very much difference between "missing" and "mystery".
I edit manuscripts for a living ( of sorts ). It's a side-job, but as an avid reader -- the least I can do for others that write such as I do.
A few years ago, I wrote on this website daily. Had hundreds of followers. Fans, or what have you. We had a blast teasing one another with the small things that we knew better than the next.
Somehow all of that changed. I was looking the other way, working on something that seemed more important at the time.
I write thousand words per day. I edit almost twice that.
Neither here nor there.
I think there is something wrong with my profile.
It's not attracting the type of folks I used have visit.
Glitchy.
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I Don't Think Sarcasm is Appreciated Anymore
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Posted:Apr 25, 2020 6:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2020 4:01 pm
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Okay.
I get it.
People are dying.
But people die every day! Hell, I've been legally dead 3 times. God said He wasn't ready for me, yet.
My girlfriend is angry with me. It's the first time this has ever happened. She's mad.
She's also thousands of miles away from me and we just had the hottest email sex I have ever had.
She doesn't love me. That word is not in her vocabulary. She has the tiniest vagina I have ever seen.
I'm not super large. Not small. But not like some of the stuff I've seen here.
A petite, tight pussy is absolutely amazing. A huge compliment TO my average size. Is she so tight or just quite filled? Who cares............
The last time I was on Affairlook, I met three ( 3 ) women that would meet with me. One was a complete waste of time. One was the perfect "allower" I've met and the third almost became my wife.
This was years ago.
For now -- I'm gonna try keep my lady angry. She's so sexy when she's mad.
This is the third ( 3rd ) time I have edited this post because when it renders... the words are not mine.
HEY Affairlook... IF YOU NEED A COMPETENT CODER, HE'S RIGHT FUCKING HERE!
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It could never be as crazy as...
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Posted:Apr 24, 2020 5:02 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2021 5:04 pm
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His hand stopped just below her navel. He spread his fingers wide and lay the palm against her lower abdomen. Both skins were warm. He squeezed what little flesh was there as his mouth continued to massage her teat. Her right hand pressed against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat. Steady, strong. She tweaked his nipple. Tugged at the slight hairs nearby.
His left arm slid under her neck and he drew her head to the bicep in front of her face. She took a healthy bite, and then followed- with intense sucking cure the "wound" she had inflicted. His hand crept closer its target. His middle finger mere centimeters from the top of her vagina. She parted her legs invitingly. He waited.
His mouth moved to her other breast, and her hand slid down to his abdomen. Pulling at the happy trail hairs just below his navel. Her other hand continued in his hair, holding his head against her chest as he gobbled at her delicately. He flexed his loin muscles and the head of his cock bumped the back of her hand. She pulled her hand away. Not yet, you little rascal! His hand approached another centimeter. She spread her legs further. His fingertip could feel her heat. She raised her legs, bending her knees and pushed her hips upward to reach his fingertip, so close to where the hood hides her clit. Not yet, my darling! He retreated slightly.
He raised his head and they stared at one another. He adjusted his body so he could kiss her mouth again. , desperate kisses with deep drawing of breaths and exchanges of saliva. Both knowing they wouldn't be able refrain for much longer. She pulled at his hair both above and below. He reached further down and cupped her entire pubis with his hand. So warm.
She spread further. His middle finger, alone, traced the gates of her most precious place not yet open. He broke the kiss and stuck that finger in his mouth, returned it its previous location. Slippery now, he pressed against her entranceway with the entire length of the palm-side of his finger. The doors parted. Beyond her outer lips, there was plenty of wetness. The tip of his finger slid right inside with no resistance. Her back arched again, and she moaned into his mouth. Her muscles clenched against the intruder, yet he continued to advance until his knuckles were pressed against her perineum. Curving his finger, he rubbed against her G-spot. His palm folded upward and pressed against her clitoris, still hiding, but ready to come out and too.
As if in retaliation, her right hand whipped out and grabbed hold of his hard-on. His turn to moan into her mouth. She squeezed hard. He pulled his palm away from the home of her most holy and replaced it with his thumb. He pressed against her little nub and drew circles with her flesh. His finger withdrew at such a snail's pace she wasn't even sure if it was moving. She clenched her muscles against it, don't go!
When merely a hair's breadth remained before his finger was free, he pushed it back inside her. He squeezed the inside finger against his thumb on the outside. Holding her in this manner he was touching her clit and her G-spot simultaneously. The petite woman turned her head to the side and placed her arm over her eyes. "Yesssssss…." barely escaped from her voice.
Firm pressure on her sweetest spots. Circles. Not roughly, but with a determined force. She began hunching against his hand, much as he had when she held him so tight -- which she was doing at this very moment, unaware how hard she was squeezing. He began fuck her hand, as she was his.
With her head turned, he bit into her exposed neck, dragging his tongue across long swaths of her skin there. He knelt upright so he could watch her jack him off and see her responding to his own handiwor
Letting go of him and pushing his hand away, she rolled onto her left side and keeping her left leg straight, brought her right knee up to the height of her bellybutton. He immediately curled up behind her and guided his swollen rascal directly toward her glistening pussy. He swirled it around the outside of her entry. Jacking himself off against her outer lips.
Then, centered properly, he inserted just the head. In and out. To get him nice and wet. She had plenty of juices to share. He adjusted his body, one arm in front of her holding her hips in place, and the other against her bac She hunched toward him. Eager.
One very slow but constant push forward and more than a third of his length was inside her. They both moaned at the sheer pleasure of he being squeezed so tight, and she being so full. He drew back and pushed in again, a little bit further. He looked down, about halfway there. Her inner muscles contracted. "Ohhhhhh…" was all he managed. "Mmmmmmm…" was her reply.
Retreating again until only the head remained inside her, he lowered his body onto hers and pushed his entire length into her tiny body. His pelvis pressed against her ass. She lowered her knee and clenched her insides. He held perfectly still. Flexing his own muscle against hers. She began humping against him.
He wasn't sliding in and out like a piston, her pussy was holding him like a fist. It felt more like a hand job than fucking. He wedged his hand between her thighs and placed his middle finger against her clit, now full exposed and throbbing with her heartbeat. He pressed firmly and began an and down motion in time with her movements.
They rocked like this until her orgasm began rise within her center. Then she raised her knee again so that he was free withdraw. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto her knees. Tenderly pushing her head down into the pillows, he positioned himself directly behind her. He applied his mouth to her cunt. Pumping his tongue in and out like a tiny, wet coc Then he began lick her anus until she squirmed and squeaked.
Cock in hand, he positioned him just outside her pussy. Slowly again, but in one smooth and constant movement, he pushed his entire length inside her. She was so wet, this maneuver found little resistance. She gasped as his pelvis, again reached the curved cheeks of her ass. He held her hips and withdrew about half way and pushed the way in again, pulling her hips meet him. Her fist pounded the pillow and she bit her tongue to keep from screaming.
"I'm going to fuck you a little bit now," he warned her.
She nodded her head ferociously and repeatedly against the pillow, her fist still clenched, "please," she whispered.
Holding her hips, he pulled his own back like the string of a bow or the elastic of a slingshot. She was still nodding her head, mussing her hair with the pillow, "please…. please…. please………" Her teeth were clenched with one more, gasping, "Please."
He thrust deeply into her and withdrew immediately. Thrusted again. And again, and again. She was pounding her fist again, and again and again. He was slamming his body against hers, ripples ran through her butt cheeks. He released her hips, still fucking fast and hard. He placed a hand each on her buttocks. He wanted to spank her so badly.
She raised her hands so she could push back against him. They were moving as a single machine. The bed was creaking a song, the slapping sounds of their bodies played the drums. He leaned forward and cupped her tits firmly and drew her upright on her knees. They paused while she pulled her hair one side and her bit her neck and shoulder.
"Nicht aufhören," she ordered, having caught her breath. She pulled his hands from her breasts and leaned forward again. "Fuck just like that."
"Wie Sie wünschen," in horrible Ger-merican accent.
Digging his fingers into her ass-flesh, he began again and she pushed back against him every stroke. Sweat appeared his skin. It dripped onto her, he swore he saw it turn to steam on contact. They fucked fast with full length strokes for well over five minutes straight without missing a beat. Sometimes his ball sack would swing and tap her clit.
He could feel her quivering inside, juices dripped onto the bedsheets. She announced an orgasm that echoed off the walls. But she didn't stop so he didn't either. Faster now. He looked down to admire the fact that he was actually engaged in this carnal act with such a lovely woman. His cock was so wet, and moving so fast. The slapping, squishing sounds and her moans and roars. I must be dreaming, he thought.
She dropped to her elbows. He grabbed her hips again. Instead of long, full strokes… short and really hard. She couldn't move. He held her fast and continued with the short, hard and really fast thrusting. Her fist clenched again. She pounded it against the pillow once more.
Surrendering, she splayed her elbows outward and buried her face in the pillow. She screamed. Her thighs were shaking and more juices flowed out of her pussy. Drenching his coc Increasing the squishing sound. His heart was racing and damn it if a leg cramp wasn't beginning develop in his thigh. He pushed all the way into her and stopped. She was quivering all over. Panting. There were hand marks in her skin where he was holding her so tight. Perfect timing, he thought, let her come down from that one.
He withdrew completely and crashed his body onto the bed. She remained on her knees, her elbows spread out like a butterfly and her face buried in the pillow, still spasming. Juices continued to dribble out of her reddened pussy.
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