That gave me a momentary visual much in the nature of the one i'm sure it gave you, thanks. I never pictured you the dominant submissive? did you see the Secretary? I have never been in a book or porn store amazing i know, but the truth. My real life is exciting enough without the added clutter. i get off more on control. talking a woman out of her clothes. or a man out of his money. ordering them to shave themselves then i put them in the sexy flannel pjs and make em cook me an omlette (spanish with avocado) i do this with whispers and charisma sometimes up close behind them, or from my desk properly positioned at the helm of my home. also by phone or monitor. fengshoe-ee is important to control one's sole and the sole's of other's too.

Why don't you bring their kids into the store to do a little shopping? Better yet! Why not make your own video, and sell it in the store--then you could love them and hate them all in one felt swoop!

whateva ho

If I had my druthers, everyone who used the phrase "if I had my druthers" would be stabbed in the groin and kicked down the stairs.

This is the worst poem I have ever seen, and let me tell you, I've seen 'em all!!!!1

fag. Did you know that homosexuals although mostly intelligent outside of the aids herpes genital wart bug chasing thing are committing genocide? See, it's a fact that men can't have ass babies no matter how hard they pray. Which is why gay science fictioneers have been on the fast track to inventing the 'ass buggy' or 'ass pod' which will act as a cloning-teleporting-device allowing a gay man to recreate themselves using their own ass or a male friends for the braver fag, with out the need of woman or mothers or for the braver fag, sisters, and send themselves any where in the universe that their sweet little one pump heart desires. i can do this all day, see. i'm an authority on the subject being a middle of the road type of young mad genius fag with a wife and kid and beakers. i'm suffering from a rare strain of 'chirpes' symplux SET-da#8antiproffecocktail. A rash the nore you itch the more it goes away. This has been brought to you by <Ass-tightener, the solve all to leaky ass> <and go 'GO FUCK YOURSELF TWICE' if it's meant to be it happens again>

You must apply a consistant pulsing pressure to the clitoris while (using lips and tongue) (every so often thrust your tongue deep into the vulva to then come back quickly to the clitoris or use your fingers or thumb in the vagina while still working the clitoris (this is what i call the triple threat) [this could take any where from ten minutes to an hour but you have to be gentle yet firm and maintain pressure, that's key] having your arms under her legs vaulting them up both hands latched onto breasts rubbing softly upon the nipples or try the boob jiggle (slowly jiggle the boobs counterclockwise alternately). This insures multiple orgasms and a face full of piss. Now that the woman is satasfied you can mount her in any fashion imaginable even anuly if need be, because my friend you have satasfied her needs beyond the call of duty and first before yours, making you a gentlemen and a thorough bred expert. i am a hustler. i am a fag. i am a genius. i am a pimp mac daddy poet with the best of all worlds, and above all i know what i'm talking about you on the other hand, don't. i get paid for it.

Joy and gay are very similiar feelings. Girls that talk too much while boasting such trivial posturings as the expensive haircut coupled by a nice coat, need not frequent a bar, because sir, they belong in lounges at upscale hotels with titles like 'the cherry room' or 'steers' the 'An ace polo club' 'the third chucker fucker' and 'fencing is for fags'. see? Therefore, you lie. transvestite in wig with fig that jig on crack to back door a hot sandwich do not a imposter look alike make fake rubber chicken mallot to the pot for a cupie doll (cucumbers should be warmed prior to inserting)... but gosh you're imaginative.

you are gay.