Archive for October, 2009

What about falling in love?

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

well, isn’t it true that  love is just an itchy thing.. to start with fear of  unknown is something do I have to bank on, being a pro in this  kind of situation that I claim I am. but I must be kidding since fear is inevitable like a  nightmare or monster beneath your bed like a song goes, haha.  so love is  fast and  furious.. but  foul and fool?  how cant it be just sweet and tasty..salty or yummy.

but still, anyone is weak  and fragile when it comes to love,  love makes us strangers to our own persons, having said and thought anticipations  or  doubts that  only happen in the movies.  as if every beat is only  a new beginning or the first time of falling in love.

Honestly, i dont like love for the pain and bitterness It may bring.  I just like the sex and  drama. haha.  err, passion , love and sperm.. perhaps. I guess, thats so vulgar.  so I wont  say that . haha. should I spit or swallow  that pungent protein-shake.  Fill me.

Or it’s only lust..haha.  for the glory.  but no, i still  believe in love. that feeling you cant  define nor  describe like a spark  of hope  or a ray of light for your insanity and sadness. it’s just a matter of time and space that 2 lovers must create to procreate. haha.

Always nasty…& sexy…

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

I’m still pondering what  to write here–too lazy but still naughty..haha. i wonder why men go shirtless for anything if not proud or gay as I drooled over a  hairy and bulky guy  before finding out he’s member of the 3rd kind–i just realized i added plenty of them in the sight of a  half-bare monkey– kidding, body builders, dancers–err, macho  dancers, maybe some of them, and call boys–masseurs if thats the word,  so whats the big deal,  women are fond of candies and lollipops..haha, i mean, machismo  that glistens with sweat,oil, and (hair) perhaps.. since I have penchant for Indians?  haha.  yes, hairy chest. does it turn me on so it makes me wet while  thinking of them, as if have the time to enjoy  viewing their oiled and sweaty bodies.

As if there’s someone who is waiting in my bed, maybe fondling his member wearing nothing but  a sando shirt with bulging muscles and a throbbing hard-on..,  Like a fantasy where I’m the one dancing in lingerie with sexy music by Pussy Cat Dolls or Mariah Carey.