Trusted Failure 8-9 of 9

A new physical cuisine,We tried out, later that nightI kept an open mind,With hope, it would taste betterI was lying to myself, she was repellingWe weren’t ready to place our sexual desires,On hold, for diapers and all nasty baby screamsWhat happened to all birth control we practiced?And most importantly; her latex dress?We both realized one…

Hey, Lets Make a Baby

A society of openness is one that I desperately love to live in someday. It will be a place where one can simply blurry it out: #embracingawkwardness #bocc

Strange Excitement: The Return

So, I have to wear sanitary pads and it’s coming to four weeks following intralesional cryotherapy of a terrible keloid on my groin. Maximum respect to ladies who wear this stuff monthly, graciousness! The discomfort, pant bulging and having to switch them throughout the day? Oh! hell no, this shit is exhausting. However, great thanks…

Trusted Failure 7 of 9

Her and I, often did other things togetherIt wasn’t simply physical contact,Activities we got involved in, varied:Concert sneaking in, hiking, and pranking,Among othersOur friend,Who told us about a decency center,Claimed: We lived a risky lifestyleIt was a lifestyle, we both agreed uponWe were never afraid of trying out,Something new: dinner date, it wasAn outside-door restaurant,…

Shit Ladies Get Away With

An urge to bust chops is escalating and dry humping my inner most subconsciousness; I don’t think I can take it anymore. Call I delusional, but a screwed-up head of mine is rocking back and forth in suspense, wondering how these lovely ladies do it? Why not dive right in rather than mumbling around? Sexuality:…

Frustrated by Exercising

Stuff gets boring at times especially when expected results are not achieved. Rethinking of why the hell someone is doing something becomes monotony and a theme. On several occasions, I have heard individuals wondering what they are doing wrong: they have been “exercising” for some good time, but their general outlook and weight are only…

Trusted Failure 6 of 9:

An invisible disaster: We accepted we wereA friend, suggested a decency centerFor her and I,“What a fuck, was a decency center?”I kept thinking, perhaps, it was some form of,Society counter control measure,Aimed at taking fun out of everything in lifeI wasn’t ready for that; neither was sheWe decided to do somethingSomething we both never thought…

The Phone Number = You’re Screwed

Thirty-one years old and I still don’t get it as to why many make it a big IT: getting a phone number of someone they have a massive crush on? I used to hear about it in lyrics, so I felt cool on a day I got a crush’s number on a napkin. And yes,…

Sultriness while Exercising

I dress up as a “slut” when it is time to step into a fitness center. This is accompanied by wearing a simple undergarment when exercising at home without company. I have not yet exercised while nude, thus a challenge awaits. Dressing up as a slut during pumping in time is thrilling. This isn’t because…

Trusted Failure 4-5 of 9

Thanks be to heavens and hell,Which balanced and harmonized each otherThrough a constant sexual unionI never had to deal with whiny feelings,And emotionsOften scheduled,Moments after numerous encountersHaving to define, who her and I wereOr what the crap, we were doingSociety criticized us, as being crazyYes, we both knew it,We possessed a twistedAnd considerate form of…

The Healing Power of Sailing Away

I forgive but I don’t forget; so, whatever shit you believe in, don’t dare mention it. I am neither an Almighty nor suffering from brain damage; and please, never ever use a demented stupid excuse of having been drunk or on drugs. Messed up traditions and society norms encourage people to keep trying and working…

Exercising with a Stomach Bug

I thought I experienced it all: exercised while ill, daily insane exercising for a month, constant changes in workouts, and the list went on. However, I had never exercised with a stomach bug rumbling deeply inside. It was a beautiful Monday morning following a night of a heavy meal prepared by a dear caring someone….