when the head of my manhood is lodged past her Adenoids

I have been asked what it is I mean when I mention or recite my penchant for throat. See I have been informed that as a man I have been blessed and albeit I enjoy licking and the temperament of a tongue sliding along the surface of my veins, I do require a bit more. I have decided to call this prerequisite throat. So before I attempt to explain, children, the frigid, the weak minded and the inhibited, please do not read any farther.

I cannot lie, there is something about a woman’s oral cavity that makes me swell and stiffen in more ways than one. Although there is nothing better than having some one gesticulate on your manhood and turn your shaft white with their elixir of contentment, the warmness of the throat will never ever be a source for comparison. I mean it is refreshing to have one gyrate their wetness intensely, and tightly, such that one can feel the crease of your hips wedged against them, stretching, opening and expanding the insides of their soma to the extent that their feet and skull becomes one.

Cause truth be told, to me, aint nothing like leaning back against the sofa and unzipping my pants; being exposed to the elements regardless of inside or outside and her reaching for the base of my shaft. Watching her deliberate motions, up and down the length of me until she feels my veins pulsating and matching her desire to lodge me beyond her Adenoids and tonsils. Her mouth against my pubic hair as I clutch the back of her head and hold it there as I stroke her throat. Maybe even blocking, constricting the passage of her larynx and air ways making her come up for air as if in the ocean.

It is my pleasure to oblige her to extend her jaw and encourage her to press her lips together around my mass. Especially if I am beveraging, wine or tequila, and inhaling, hoping she can feel my veins pulsating, before the baby batter makes her light headed. Her head against the wall. Yes, this is what call throat and I can see it now, the delight of her eyes rolling in the back of her head, and of mines looking up towards the ceiling. Bud Powell never sounded so better.

Mroe politics, history and economics starting next week – had to get that out folk.

something 'bout my back stroke

Point of order: Just found out I have a chapter in a new book called Black Sexualities: Probing Powers, Passions, Practices, and Policies" (NYU press). My chapter is on sexual health among inmate populations and I have been asked to write a chapter on Substance Abuse for the 3^rd Edition of Health Issues in the Black Community with my Folk Dr. Carl Hart of Columbia University.

2] Jamming Bon Jovi – Dead or alive and just finished listening to Thin Lizzy – The Boys are Back in Town (them white boys used to rock afros).

3] Folk loving these Icelandic Fish skin chews for dogs and cant wait on my dog food made of Ostrich to get in. And Rollingout did a piece on my store.

Manes, Jones here have some of the darndest things happen to him. I think that is one reason I like the short store as my favorite form of prose (the ordinary language people use) because I can just change a name of two and bam – fiction. Sometimes these occur in life events and as in the case of last night, via phone call. Starting with me answering:

Jones: Yes

Lil Momma: Hello Torrance

Jones: May I ask who is calling?

Lil Momma: XXXX

Jones: XXXX, and how have u been maam?

Lil Momma: Ok, I’m in your city, at the airport.

Jones: Yea, sup with that Jones?

Lil Momma: Layover missed my connection, delays due to Hurricane they say.

Jones: I can see that, I mean gas went up 65 cents in half a day may as well make you late too. Long time no hear, what gives? And you still got my number

Lil Momma: I know, I never really forgot about you…

Jones: Str8

Lil Momma: Do you have mine?

Jones: Nope would have but last woman broke my phone when I tried to film her burning down my house and saying she was gone kill me and my son.

Lil Momma: You silly.

Jones: For real Jones – slim was Twilight Zone jones. Butarah, you know do tell.

Lil Momma: Well you are not easy to forget. Something about your backstroke.

Jones: [Laughing] u aint never see me swim.

Lil Momma: Boy you know what I mean, I remember you beating me comatose, and you know what u toting. Can you come and get me?

Jones: [Laughing} A city girl using tote, country-esque. I would but last minute and I’m in the bed Jones, without the Kids. I’m lounging.

Lil Momma: Well, can you come and have a few drinks with me, my treat.

Jones: I wish babe. Wish I had known before I got naked. Just got out shower and air drying under the fan.

Lil Momma: Ok, call sometimes, I really missed you, and you wrong for the visual.

I will spare you the mundane nuances of the entire discussion. But she did make me smile, and made me remember some things that I should have already immortalized in fiction. I guess I believed she missed me, but back in the day, it was like I was the flail of God (where did I get that from – LOL). Not that I aint wanna bone, and I do have a sever penchant for free liquor, for my favorite liquor is free, as well, my favorite beers are cold and free. But I just aint the one for moon walking, you know, she had me and let folk go, so I leave that type of dance to Michael Jackson and Usher.

But what struck me was the reference to my back stroke. It was if she remembered me, but remembered how I almost beat lil momma twat into a coma. I know I told her that back then, but she even remembered. I aint never remembered no kitty like that and cant recall any one specific one out the, well we wont give no number. I mean is it really possible to recall of such, to keep such vivid in ones mind over the years. I remember parties, or fights, or football games, but not twat. I do remember her red toenail polish and how it stained the flat white paint above my headboard of my bed, and how she squirmed when I torqued my hips to the left, and how her eyes reminded me of a person having an epileptic seizure when ever I bent myself inside of her. I even remember the shutters, or me having to release one of my hands from her ankle to cover her mouth as to not wake my roommates, who said the next morning I was throwing down. I don't know should I have believed her? is it possible to remember a man by they way he messaged your back from inside your body with slow long strokes?

It was just weird; she remembered the back stroke when I recalled the elements of a fine fictional piece. I was happy and told her such in honor, for when she said it was “something about my back stroke”, I said, that’s a song.

Back to politics and economics, and history Monday. Thanks Tera, I won Blog of the day

Pomegranate pu**y

point of order:
1] It’s clear i'm man of the year and I wont go near them hot stage lights VAN HUNT

2] again as I said before some folk think not getting caught in a lie is the same as telling the truth

3] More Funktry muzk, 4give jones, pause if u don’t like folk

First I would like to apologize for the title, but the rectitude’s of my sexuality have gotten the best of me for the time being, so forgive me, As a man I have desires, needs, wants, passions and penchants that, let us say, define my spiritual exchange with women. This exchange is mandatory in my view and mandatory preferably to the extent of at least 5 times a day. I acknowledge this in the simplest of terms for when I go to sleep I am rigid against my navel and I wake up the same way.

Prior to this vacuous state, I was involved and albeit the object of such stimulation stimulated me, even to the point of every time I drove my vehicle orally and to the end result of child. She had an epiphany and made a promise to God – so she said, not to have any such activity until across the ubiquitous broom. I believed her. But this is not the point. The point is that I have desires, needs, wants, passions and penchants.

I can never be with a woman, another woman that doesn’t want to French, Kiss, swallow manhood, or even let me lick the kitty. Yep, Before had one that said they were disgusting and for dogs – so I barked.

Yep, I’m writing about expectations, and I aint afraid to say what I expect when a woman deals with folk. I’m man all man, and don’t get mad if I feel like dreaming about the Orion nebula when I’m getting throat, or if I take a liking to long slow stroking your eyeballs into submission. Don’t get mad at me because I want to cut up apples and sprinkle cinnamon in your bath water or if I want to sprinkle cinnamon or ginger and honey on your nipples and lick them off. I’m just me, and if you down with folk, that means you like long thickness, deeply buried in the darkness of your soma, and wont even get mad if I cut open a Pomegranate, and place the seeds, in your wetness and retract them with my tongue – that’s passion, it aint nasty. Let me stop. vote

basic thrust equation

Yo don’t tell anybody, but folk back in the classroom teaching Statistics at CAU. Albeit I am suspended with pay I am a scientist and a teacher and miss the chalkboard. Any who, given my penchant for thought crimes, I decided to make sure my bran cells still functioned given their propensity for being saturated with tequila and additional cyclic alcohols.

Although my PhD is in counseling psychology, if I had to do it al over again, I would likely select either particle physics or solid-state physics. With that said, as a person, as a man, u know horesman love him some sex. I mean, if I had my way and a steady partner, five times a day of me bending my manhood at the base of my partners spine, or the back of her throat would be more than amenable for me. Some may say this is excessive, but I have Sir Isaac Newton (Notice how he looks like Alexander Pope Below)to back me up on this.

Based on Newton's third law of motion, I feel that sex, and the attraction for having sex is like a force - a push or a pull upon an object, which results from its interaction with another object. I mean the desire for having sex is the result of such interactions. Regardless of that force being words smoothly uttered in the ear of a companion or the grinding of ones stiffness on a fat ass ass, some forces result from contact interactions (frictional, tensional, and applied forces are examples of contact forces) and other forces are the result of action-at-a-distance interactions (gravitational, eye contact, telephone call, tect message, a smell or magnetic forces).

When I am aroused, such forces activate my senses to seek satisfaction from another object, namely females. According to Newton, whenever objects A and B interact with each other, they exert forces upon each other. R Kelly would call this a bump and grind, but not me; it is much, much more.

When you sit a woman in your lap when in a chair, and she straddles you I a frontward position, my body exerts an upward force, or thrust inside of her such to....well we wont go there. None the less, there are two forces in this case (excluding gravity) resulting from this interaction - a force on the chair and a force on each person’s body. These two forces are called action and reaction forces and are the subject of Newton's third law of motion. Formally stated, Newton's third law which states that for or every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

The statement means that in every interaction, there is a pair of forces acting on the two interacting objects. According to Newton, size does mater because the size of the forces on the first object equals the size of the force on the second object. Such may result in the rolling of ones eyes in the back of their head, grunts and groans from the oral cavity and even of the scrotum slappin' incessantly against the posterior, given the right position.


This is to say, as Newton’s 3rd law postulates, for every action, there is an equal (in size) and opposite (in direction) reaction. Meaning that forces always occur in pairs. If object A exerts a force F on object B, then object B exerts an equal and opposite force –F on object A. Add to that, Newton's 3rd law always involves more than one object (one partner or multiple).

Although rational physics tends to suggest these laws via the concepts of mass and force (Newton actually formulated the second law in terms of momentum, not acceleration). Id prefer to look at the simple example of P**** and D***. Newton's Third Law Consider the motion of your body when you are firmly inserted in your partner when her feet are firmly held with your hands by her ears.

I say this just to inform the layman that to me, saying that "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction” is a basic thrust equation, but I must admit, that thrusting in a female orifice, is much more that simple physics (Pangloss in Voltaire’s Candide described sex as Physics-LOL).

man among toothpick fish

With all the shit, floating around that is presupposed news worthy; there are every now and then, some special things that deserve extra attention albeit they may not receive such. I am not talking about the idiotic statements of Don Imus calling the Rutgers’s women’s basketball teams nappy headed hoes or his jigga-boo statement. Nor am I speaking about the ridiculous suggestion that Akon bought a diamond mine so that he could get the world record for having a diamond chain around his neck (I will get to that another day).

This time, it is about a Slovenian man by the name of Martin Strel, who at age 52, swam the Amazon River (3,272 miles worth) in 66 days. This is a miraculous feat especially since the distance is about the same as from swimming from Seattle Washington to Miami, Florida. Add to that the river is home to a number of dangerous critters including Anacondas, piranhas, crocodiles and the infamous toothpick fish.

For those who do not know of the toothpick fish is a fierce and treacherous creature that is called "candirú” by the inhabitants of the region. The toothpick fish is a bloodsucker that prefers to swim into open body cavities to do its damage. The candirú is a tiny catfish that although it has limited sight, uses smell to find its victim. Its favorite place to attach itself is to the urethra. For it is attracted the traces of urea and ammonia that are given off by this part of the body. Again, saying that if a person is barely covered in the water,it will swim into an orifice (the anus or vagina, or even the penis—and deep into the urethra.

Mr. Strel is no stranger to rivers and in the past completed the Yangtze, Mississippi and Danube rivers. The Amazon is the world's largest river, as well as the second longest. During this swim, it is reported that he lost 26 pounds and was plagued with cramps, diarrhea, larvae infections, dehydration and delirium. I just want to take my hat off to this man, who swims in water where blood-sucking fish attracted the opening in the penis live. Now that is a man - a man among toothpick fish if you asked me.

Leg Blocking

As a man, there are just two things I expect from a woman I am involved with. The first is that they place me equal to or above me in their lives and be willing to do anything for me as I would for them and most importantly, not to leg block. Cooking, well I’d like a meal a few days a week, but I can cook for myself and have yet to find a woman suitable to match my skill set in the kitchen.

For those who do not know, leg blocking is a famous wrestling technique some women master and use during the process of intercourse. This technique when used properly is as infamous as the Boston Crab, the figure-Four leg lock and the DDT all combined. I suspect its purpose is to prevent maximum penis implantation. My question is why would any women not be amenable to the reception of fat long stiffness? My answer is that only a supreme being would know? I mean am I wrong for expecting my compainion to meet and greet me to the fullest extent of her physical prowess. There is always i pillow or something near I figure that one can bite on if such is too bad to bare. But then again i was taught it was pleasing pain by some former associates of mine.

I mean isn’t it a blessing to have one‘s spine messaged from inside of their body, especially if one has the capacity to reach it. Is it a feeling of satisfaction to feel the external appendage contained in that protective sac of your mate smacking that thang? So why squeeze the thighs or please your feet between mine as if they are wedges? These are just a few personal queries for the purpose of education and maybe some entertainment purposes only. But enquiring minds would really like to know.

we no longer make that model

To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing to request a catalog for the woman of my dreams. I have looked high and low the regular way, but I figure it may be easier to get one via mail order catalogue. To make your selection easier, I would like for her to have the following characteristics:
1] I would like her to be able to accept me as I am and love me unconditionally.

2] I would like for her to open her heart and arms to me and my family with out question

3] I would like for her to be mine and only mine and appreciate me with every bit of passion her heart can muster

4] I would like for her to support me and be able to bring me up when I am down

5] I would like for her to do for me as I would for her

6] I would like for her to be faithful to me as I would to her and never cheat on me as I would never cheat on her

7] I’d like her to fix me neck-bones and hot water corn bread even if she didn’t eat pork because she knew I liked pork

8] I’d like her to want to desire me sedulously, amorously, and sexually every time she saw me

9] I’d like her not to be mean, evil, vile, and/or heinous.

10] I’d like for her to be strong, secure and optimistic about herself and what she brings to the table

11] When she calls on the telephone, I’d like for her to ask about me, and my day and not ask, need or want something all the time instead.

12] and doesn't complain saying that my penis is too large


This is all for now, if you need any additional information I can be reached at this address.


Response:

Dear Sir:

I regret to inform you that we no longer have that model in stock. In fact we no longer make those anymore. If you like we can send you a list of our money hungry, groupie selfish women. That’s all we have in stock.