MEET CLINT THE CLITORIS-
I named my clitoris "CLINT". I guess the choice in gender-name reflects my conception of my clit as my penis. After all, with enough stimulation, Clint takes on a whole new look and feel. He becomes an erect powerhouse... instantly hijacking my blood circulatory system by redirecting all the blood flow from my brain to him.
-==WOMEN==-, IF YOU HAVENT BEEN PROPERLY INTRODUCED TO YOUR "CLINT"- THEN BY ALL MEANS GO AND INTRODUCE YOURSELF!! Get a handheld mirror, some extra lube if you need and a high-powered, clit-specific stimulator and extra batteries ;-) - because Clint can be quite shy at first.
The first time i saw Clint- i mean REALLY SAW HIM- was with a lover i had who LOVED to study my pussy in great length and detail. He stared at it and touched it and played with it and moved pieces and parts and separated lips and stared even harder. It was as if my pussy was a college course and he was head of the class. At first, I was apprehensive about having someone staring- so damn intensely, lights blaring, drowning- out- all- the -surroundings- STARING!! I'm thinking the guy is a little on the odd side, but then one afternoon...after having busted nuts for HOURS and HOURS playing with my Rascly Rabbit vibrator, my freakish boyfriend says "Di, YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!!!" Ya sure! Let's stop this feeling so I can look at my beat-up crotch! BUT I DID AND GODDAMN- THERE HE WAS!! IT WAS LIKE A WOMAN SEEING HER BABY FOR THE FIRST TIME! I WAS IN SHOCK! My Luva gently spreads my lips apart as far as possible and there it was!! MY PENIS! A HUGE ERECT THROBBING CLIT!! I giggled and blushed like a flirtatious virgin on Prom Night. I remember thinking "JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE FUK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!" I sat up and we strategically placed a full length mirror so that i too could intensly stare at it! The more he pulled at it, sucked it, slapped it, rubbed it put the rabbits high speed ears on it- the bigger it grew!! I didnt know whether to take pictures of it or figure out how to get it to go back where it came from! In any case... there he was and i called him CLINT! and i instantly loved him!

THE CLITORIS IS THE ONLY HUMAN BODY PART THAT HAS ABSOLUTELY NO PURPOSE OTHER THAN ABSOLUTE PURE AND SIMPLE SEXUAL PLEASURE!! SCORE!!! This would indicate to me that people are truly wired to be creatures of a sexual nature..... what a joyous revelation! a wonderful purpose!

is this what it seems at first? or do women's bodies resemble a penis???? WEIRD??

HAVING ORGASMS that result from anything outside of the norm INTRIGUES me so tremendously... such as:

• Nipple pinching, squeezing, biting orgasms...
  
• Orgasms while sleeping
  
• orgasms from STRONG-STREAMING shower heads...
  
• orgasms that make THE ENTIRE BED ONE HUGE wet spot... Requiring rubber sheets
  
• orgasms that make me nearly faint (or start to see WEIRD BRILLIANT FLASHES OF LIGHT)
  
• orgasms from simply having a man you adore BE INSIDE you with his HUGE COCK WITHOUT moving -just IN THERE filling my crevice with his manliness and looking in my eyes with passion and desire as I GUSH MY HOT FLOWING LUV-LIQUID ALL OVER HIS WOODY.... AND THAT IS A NEW KIND OF FEEL FOR ME... i love WOODY!!

ToDaY i am experiencing happiness... As against relationships as i am, I have found myself in one and it is rather confusing. I feel awkward and unsure... how do you KNOW you are in LOVE? do you just FEEL it? and if you feel SOMETHING, is that good enough? what if you REALLY feel something while fuking? now that is something NEW to me... I LOVE FUKING and try NEVER to FEEL anything for my LUVAs other than PLeAsure... i usually try NOT to love the people i fuk and try not to fuk the people i love.... and HERE I AM IN FUKING LOVE.... and me thinks it's great! :)

Finally a relationship where the sex is O'PLENTY and i dont have to sneak out before he wakes up to avoid the uncomfortable "morning after show" <-- the one where you both act like you didnt just use each other to bust a nut...


Last night we had sex at 3:39am and again at 4:20am.... cant even sleep next to him without getting wet


i have found myself constantly holding his penis like most people hold hands... trying to break myself of that before meeting his parents (yikes!)


I love his penis, i love his ass and the small of his back, i love the look of pleasure in his beautiful blue eyes... i love squeezing the muscles of his ass and hips as he thrusts his girthly cock in and out of me... the man can fuk like Ron Jeremy, has the girth of a yam and is sooooo tender on top of it all...


(happy, happy, happy!)

"why this is, I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. ~~Herman Melville"

Dear President Bush,
In your eager appeal
to still appear real
and protect your political zeal,
Why must you pursue
an insane military coupe?
Isn't there anything better to do?
Let us instead contemplate
on the conditions of state
or those who've not ate.
Or how about those
whose credit debt grows
and are defaulting right up to their nose.
Or all those of age
making minimum wage
and can't buy a book, just a page?
No, you'd rather instead
let us think that we're dead
while visions of re-election dance in your head.

As we sit and ponder the facts
that belong in the bedroom
and not on the "racks",
The Muslims are scheming
Afghanistan to take,
their nuclear weapons
are really not fake,
the Chinese are buying
their way to the stars,
so satellite spying
is not to damn far.
The Taliban are fighting
their way to the top,
the western world devils,
their goal is to stop.
But none of this matters,
its just not the same,
if Bill is the one
who left Monica's stain.

I wish men could come equipped with the same abilities that computers have. Every time something goes wrong with my computer, I do not have the urge to run out and get a brand new one. I do not wish to walk away from it never to use it again. I do not have to waste all my time and energy that I have put into tweaking the settings and customizing the interface just because it isn?t acting right. I do not desire to go play with another one that does work right to spite my own.

When they get ?stuck-on-stupid? aka the Blue Screen of Death, wouldn?t it be nice to slip in a RECOVERY DISK and within just a few clicks they are back to their old familiar settings? How about a SYSTEM RESTORE for when they have some major fucking hang-ups that seems to come from nowhere that makes your hardware devices seem to suddenly disappear?
Or maybe a nice DISK CLEANUP for those times when he is carrying around too much emotional baggage ~like those resource-lagging temporary files. If only we could UNINSTALL those compulsive downloads and downtimes. A simple CONTROL+ALT+DELETE function would be wonderful as we could shut down those useless running programs that he may have going on that are distracting to his current performance.

Oh, if only? if only?.

When does life begin?
When the man sticks it in?
Or might it just take
A breath to life make?

Or might you know
If the life starts to grow?
Or could it be
When you turn 43?

And if this is true
Then maybe we knew
If life played its part,
When death starts to start?

Is living just lying
When they tell you your dying?
Or is it my friend
That your actually dead
When told you are sick
From an infected dick?

You may still be breathing
As your skin starts to lesion?
Or when doctors discover
Your ex-junkie lover,
And the death that he left
When you gasp your last breath?

Remember the day
When sperm just gave way
To the start of a life?
It may not seem right ...

But now we must skim it
‘cuz death might be in it
and life’s torn apart
when AIDS is your start

So don’t think like flubber
and just wear a rubber
Its not as gross
And can prevent BOTH~

The living and dead
And that is the end
In either case, Friend

It takes but a minute
To put enjoyment back in it
So don’t be a dumb blonde
And just stick one on
And your sex life can then be INFINITE!!

In a world that honors monogamy, I am on a constant quest to justify my love of the
single life and promiscuity. I live comfortably with the sexual politics I adhere to as a
woman. Almost as if I were the antithesis to St Valentine. So in honor of this high-
pressured, Hallmark-Holiday, I would like to address a concept on many people's
agendas and cards -='the act of making love'=- what the hell is that suppose to mean??
Riddle me this...

what is this "making love"? seems like people are always trying to
make/create it without ever really having any concrete proof that
theymade anything? And isn't love a feeling? How do you
make feelings or make someone else have feelings? and if you already
made love, then where is it after the wet spot's gone? And what comes
next, super-love or anti-love? or do you just keep making more and more love and hope
that there is no sudden limit? Can you ever really make enough of it to hold over for
those days you cant make any? and is that why people have so much sex before
marriage? so they can stockpile enough love credits to clear the proverbial love hurdle of
matrimony? is that the sexual plateau, the "bland canyon"? could the act of making love
become more like a chore like making dinner? That would only lead to resentment and
less orgasms!

and what is meant of the words "the act"? is it the abridged slang of the verb to
perform? or the noun acts ~ such as that in plays, theater or
entertainment? Would that make me an actor and isn't acting really
just pretending to be something or someone else? This question remains unanswerable:
While performing the act of making love; are women pretending to be
into it as part of their wifely role; and, are men pretending their wives
are someone else whom they only fantasize about performing with? Or are they both just
acting out their respective parts?

In this case, wouldn't the act of making love discriminate singles, like me, from indulging
in any dignified sex at all? Ergo, I am forced to choose between abstinence while I am
not in a loving relationship or uncomplicated, selfish-whore fucking in lieu of one. I
choose neither, I choose to be free from those silly stigmas. I choose raw fucking over
pretending to want to produce a strong emotional response from another human being
who could be fucking someone else in his mind anyways.Its all about the orgasm really. I can be pleasured, single and
happy all at the same time. Men rarely refer to sex as making love, to them its just
fucking- married or single. I don't have to feel slighted that I am not able to engage in "the act
of making love", as I am HAPPY to be FUCKING and fucking happy to be single. It's a wonderful thing! I think it is a
brilliant way to live for I can concentrate on coming and not worry about
where it might be going.

It was a full day of wonders. Sneaking in bed with the best lay I have ever had was already exciting. When she asked me to stay for the day and continue to pleasure her, I came just from that thought. This is a woman that could make a priest want her.
The warm feel of her juices flowing down her leg and the longing in her eyes were too much for me to hold myself back. I did not know what to do except have sex over and over again, a total of eight times for me that day.
It is not many people that can tell you they are lucky enough to have a girl that would want to have sex with all day. There are also few that could feel the passion and intense pleasure from a lover of such great magnitude that is Jamie. She knows how to touch my body in order to give me the fullest erection.

My "Woody" can not get enough of her playing, sucking, and fucking on him. To have such a lover is one that most can, and will only dream.
Her body is the smoothest thing to rub, and her smooth pussy is butter to touch. In a perfect world every woman would be like her, but the fact is that we do not live in a perfect world.
Signed, The Lucky One