Monday, June 06, 2005
further outpourings from leaning over.
curly blonde, 21, baby fat still intact tells me he has a nine inch cock. there is absolutely no way i'm going to get him to call me boy, i'd just laugh. i ask him whether he's top or bottom and he replies he's 'verse'. so am i, so am i. i'm getting fucked though. it may have been nine inches when it was hard but it never really got fully hard, still, enough to appreciate, rather it in my arse though.
scat and snuff are the big ones? "raised to equate shit with death, and the eroticizing of shit is an eroticizing of death". i've said it before i get turned off by the smell of shit however at the same time "fuck the shit out of him/me" is a phrase that i find intriguing. there have been times where i have literally fucked the shit out of guy and been utterly disgusted, to the point of exiting but i can also think of times where i've been highly turned on by it. the same in reverse with myself. friday comes to mind as being the first time in a long time i've actually had shit fucked out of me. though not turned on by it in this instance i also paid it little mind.
in fact i'd go so far as to say i'm not opposed to having the shit fucked out of me. i don't think that is necessarily getting turned on by death. i also didn't subscribe to an english teacher's view that people who wore all black were obessed with death. i wore all black at the time and well before the 'trenchcoat mafia' i'll have you know. black suited the pearls better ... ala 'lovecats - the cure'.
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