"All I wanna do is have yer butt..."

"No No No that's not how it goes... its "All I wanna do is have a little fun..."

"All I wanna do is have a little fun in yer butt..."

"Ouch Ouch OUCH... What are you DOINNG! Ummm Ummm Ummmm fuck."

"SLUT!"


And that's how it happened... really.


Ok so I just heard this term I like... "Abduction with intent to defile" That sounds entirely to delightful... don't ya think?

The big stud bucked and squealed as the sander was pushed against his fat ball pouch and long throbbing stud muscle. The vibrations spreading pleasantly through his loins, even as the sand paper rubbed against that delicate flesh. A burning sensation that was barely felt over the pleasure those vibrations were providing him. Hot trickles were running down his taint and inner thigh's, but still his smiling torturer didn't let up. Watching amused as that long stud stick bobbed up and down in sexual excitement, long strings of pre-cum drooling onto that rippled belly.

Things were getting good, that hard cock was tensing and quivering as it got nearer and nearer to shooting it load. Those fat orbs aching as the vibrations bounced the around harder now as that small paw press the sander harder against that sack. And then the big stud squealed his hip's bucking against the restraints, as his cock erupted spurt a long string of creamy white stud milk across that furry black belly and chest. The stallion licking his own cream from his lip's as for the first time he began to feel the full extent of the damage down below...

"Oho fuck wha... what did you do?"

"Got ya off..." His tormenter smirked lifting the bloody sander up to pick flecks of flesh off it teasingly....

Its always a treat to slid a zipper down and let that male scent out... The warmth on your face...

To have your head grasped and your muzzle roughly slammed against some musky crotch...

A stranger towering over me... using me... knowing I'm making him feel so good.

That's right come on in... I want a detailed vision of you coming in spreading out your towel and sitting down naked beside a geldie Zebracorn... I'm not saying this will get you anything but my pleasure... ;>P~~~

Bitchin' at him... running at him... so he knocked that bitch out!" Ray Rice...

Is the NFL over reacting as a fella I know thinks... Or did he get what he deserves hitting his wife to be... (Now Wife) like that...

Rhino skin

You need rhino skin
If you're gonna begin
To walk
Through this world

You need elephant balls
If you don't want to crawl
On your hands
Through this world

Oh my love, if I reveal
Every secret I've concealed
How many thoughts would you steal?
How much of my pain would you feel?

You need eagles' wings
To get over things
That make no sense
In this world

You need rhino skin
If you're gonna pretend
You're not hurt
By this world

If you listen long enough
You can hear my skin grow tough
Love is painful to the touch
Must be made of stronger stuff

You need rhino skin
To get to the end
Of the maze
Through this world

You need rhino skin
Or you're gonna give in
To the needles and pins
Arrows of sin
Evils of men
You need rhino skin

Songwriters
PETTY, TOM

Billy the Kid Lyrics

Well I heard you in the back room
Your friends had a laugh on me
Passed my name through the cantina
Yeah, your face was hard to read
Something in your demeanor
Should've given you away
But I was desperate for a friend
I was gettin' used to makin' mistakes

Well I went down hard
Like Billy the Kid
Yeah, I went down hard
Yeah, but I got up again

I remember you my baby
I remember you so well
And your house out in the suburbs
You had your wishing well
They say be careful who you believe
Be careful who you trust
Did you smile when you pulled the trigger
That dropped me in the dust

Well I went down hard
Like Billy the Kid
Yeah, I went down hard
Yeah, but I got up again
Alright

Well, you caught me in the bedroom
Cotton fever in a sweat
I was fighting for recovery
But I wasnt givin' up yet
You offered no assistance
Yeah, you looked at me and you lied
Yeah, oh it really stunned me
When you went to the other side

I went down hard
Like Billy the Kid
Yeah, I went down hard
Oh, but I got up again

I went down hard
Like Billy the Kid
I went down hard
Oh, but I got up again

I went down hard
Like Billy the Kid
I went down hard
Yeah, I got up again

Songwriters
PETTY, TOM

Read more: Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - Billy The Kid Lyrics | MetroLyrics

"Do you feel you have suffered enough... for your transgressions? It's a simple question that one would think any male who had done wrong would easily answer. 'Yes yes please I've suffer enough Master Inquisitor!' And yet I have been amazed how many of them have hung their heads and begged me to continue punishing them." The black hooded Lion picked his teeth with one long deadly claw, as he looked over his latest conquest that hung bleeding in the sling. The equines long pink cock dangling out from his body in a beautiful arc, studded with crimson rubies of blood. The Master Inquisitor looked over his instruments of torture idly as he paused for breath, taking a moment to tighten the screws on the steel vice mashing the Stallion's fat colt makers. "So stud have YOU suffered enough?" He watched the conflict on the handsome studs muzzle, it was a struggle within the equines own mind and heart. Those soft expressive equine lip's twisted up fighting over the words that would come out of that pretty mouth.

"Fuck you." The massive equine spat at the Lion's feet paws, but the saliva fell well short onto the brownish stone floor. Stained by the blood of a hundred others before him, the Lion was going to hurt him now he knew. A faint smile brightened the Lion's masked muzzle, as he picked up the tooth extractors. This one wasn't a begger, but his defiance amounted to the same thing and they both know it. It was the same as pleading HURT ME, make me bleed, make me pay, make me compliant Master.

"Very well... We will work on your mouth, make it less offensive and less dangerous." The big feline chuckled as he strolled up to the helpless dangling equine...

I shall hold my dangling bits in a bucket of ice water one minute for every five dollar pledge I get up to one hour or the ice all melts :>P

Gay People Are Becoming Widely Accepted in American Society. That’s Turning Out to Be a Problem for a Certain Type of Establishment.

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Gay bathhouses that once remained in the shadows to stay in business are now seeking attention to keep their doors open.
Gay Bathhouses Hurting as Gay Life Becomes Widely Accepted

This July 30, 2014 photo shows the doors to private rooms at the North Hollywood Spa in Los Angeles. Gay bathhouses that once were shut down by laws or public outcry are facing a new pressure: lack of interest. A generation ago, bathhouses thrived at society’s fringes, offering a discreet haven for friends and lovers to meet. Now, as homosexuality heads mainstream and hooking up is done online, competition means change for bathhouses.

Some are doing aggressive online advertising and community outreach. Others tout their upscale amenities like plush towels and marble baths. A bathhouse in Ohio has even added hotel rooms and a nightclub.

Gone are the days when bathhouses drew crowds just by offering a discreet place for gays to meet, share saunas and, often, have sex.

“The acceptance of gays has changed the whole world. It’s taken away the need to sneak into back-alley places,” said Dennis Holding, 75, who owns a Miami-based bathhouse.
Gay Bathhouses Hurting as Gay Life Becomes Widely Accepted

This July 30, 2014 photo shows the entrance to the North Hollywood Spa in Los Angeles. Gay bathhouses that once were shut down by laws or public outcry are facing a new pressure: lack of interest. A generation ago, bathhouses thrived at society’s fringes, offering a discreet haven for friends and lovers to meet. To draw in customers, owners are rebranding clubs as open and upscale: renovating facilities, marketing on social media, and adding Wi-Fi, house DJs and meet-and-greets with adult film stars.

In the heyday of bathhouses in the late 1970s, there were nearly 200 gay bathhouses in cities across the U.S., but by 1990, the total had dropped to approximately 90, according to Damron, the publisher of an annual gay travel guide. In the last decade, bathhouses, including ones in San Diego, Syracuse, Seattle and San Antonio, have shut down and the total nationwide is less than 70. Most patrons are older.

Hollywood Spa — one of the largest bathhouses in Los Angeles, a city regarded as the country’s bathhouse capital — closed in April. Owner Peter D. Sykes said fewer customers and rising rent put an end to four decades in business.

“Bathhouses were like dirty bookstores and parks: a venue to meet people,” said Sykes, who still owns the smaller North Hollywood Spa. “Today, you can go to the supermarket.”
Gay Bathhouses Hurting as Gay Life Becomes Widely Accepted

This July 30, 2014 photo, North Hollywood Spa owner Peter Sykes tours his North Hollywood business in Los Angeles. Gay bathhouses that once were shut down by laws or public outcry are facing a new pressure: lack of interest. A generation ago, bathhouses thrived at society’s fringes, offering a discreet haven for friends and lovers to meet. Now, as homosexuality heads mainstream and hooking up is done online, competition means change for bathhouses. (AP Photo/Damian Dovarganes)

Bathhouses date to the Roman Empire. In the 19th and early 20th centuries, American bathhouses were built in many cities to maintain public hygiene among poor and immigrant communities. Chicago and Manhattan each had about 20 public bathhouses.

But the need for public places to wash up declined and by the 1950s and ’60s, bathhouses largely had become rendezvous spots for gays, prompting occasional raids because sodomy was still criminalized.

Privately run, gay-owned bathhouses proliferated in the 1970s, offering a haven for gay and bisexual men to meet. Clubs like New York City’s Continental bathhouse and Los Angeles’ 8709 Club saw a steady stream of patrons.

Each venue was operated like a speakeasy: a nondescript building often located in the urban fringe. In-house entertainment was common, from DJs to live performers. Bette Midler even launched her career from the stage of the Continental.

Amid the AIDS epidemic in the early 1980s, bathhouses were vilified for enabling promiscuity and helping spread the disease, and many either closed voluntarily or by legal pressure. Those that remained were stigmatized, and now many younger gays see them as anachronisms.

“The younger generation’s main fear is that it’s some dark, seedy place,” said T.J. Nibbio, the executive director of the North American Bathhouse Association. NABA formed two years ago for bathhouse owners to pool best practices for marketing and operations.

To attract younger patrons, some bathhouses offer steep discounts, cutting admission by as much as 60 percent. At the three-story Midtowne Spa in downtown Los Angeles, 18- to 20-year-olds get in for $5 any time. On Tuesdays, Los Angeles’ Melrose Spa lets those 18 to 25 in for free, a deal that brought 22-year-old Brett Sparks on a recent midweek visit.

“You’re either hooking up online or you are here, or you go to bars in West Hollywood, get drunk and hook up,” said Sparks, acknowledging that although the bathhouse crowd skews older, it’s not as risky as going home with a stranger. “Here it’s a safer environment — there’s condoms and other protection.”

The CEO of Ohio-based Flex Spas, Todd Saporito, has positioned his bathhouse chain as a pillar of the gay community. Saporito uses the chain’s Cleveland-based flagship spa, whose 50,000 square feet include luxury hotel rooms and a nightclub, to run the city’s annual pride parade and this year’s Gay Games, an international LGBT athletic competition.

Flex Spas also has sponsored the White Party, an annual electronic music festival in Palm Springs, and partnered with the AIDS Healthcare Foundation, part of an effort to frame the bathhouse as an opportunity for preventing risky behavior.

Flex Spas has had mixed success over the past few years. Its location in Atlanta has seen “exponential” growth, but clubs in New Orleans and Columbus, Ohio, have closed, Saporito said.

Saporito said more progressive views on homosexuality aren’t evenly spread across the country, underscoring the need for modern bathhouses in some areas. Still, he takes nothing for granted, regardless of the location.

“Bathhouses at some level will go extinct if you don’t offer something more than a towel,” Saporito said.

My wand of course... what were you thinking you perverts? Cherry wood with a core of unicorn tail hair kinda swishy but great for transfiguration...

Go Ravenclaw ;>P

Artist: Bruce Cockburn


(I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers
It didn't take long - I don't know much about Turkish drummers -
But it made me think of Germany and the guy who sold me cigarettes
Who'd been in the Afghan secret police
Who made the observation
That it's hard
To live


And yes kiddies it is hard to live, much much harder than it is to die. Yer ol' uncle Hoovie knows this, but live my sweeties, be brave, be strong, be tough. Our old cat can't do much more than curl up in a ball and lay there, and one day I know she just won't feel good enough to even eat and drink. But I still get her food and water still take her to it, because death is sad but giving up is much sadder still...

That is all carry on

Ride my gelding

Gray and chalky like my granddaddy's skin
Sky was cold and lonely and closin' in
All the trees look like stubble on winters chin
And I think I'll ride my pony

There's a wreath of bones and ribbon hangin' on my cabin door
Lusty appetites have ravaged all of summer's stores
And the fear of death don't even come to visit me no more
So I think I'll ride my Gelding

Ridin' someplace lonesome has no meaning
Ridin' somewhere I ain't stayed to long
Ridin' down a mountain side careening
Ridin' up some open cut with fate my only song
I think I'll ride my Gelding

Well, the horseman you might say he is a slave to the Brute
But he loves that beast of burden and there is no substitute
For the pleasure of his saddle or the leather of his boot
So I think I'll ride my Gelding

Had a girl in Dickson County and we rode the Highland Rim
She kept my cabin warm in winter and mended every hem
And I would have took her with me but that trail never ends
So I think I'll ride my Gelding

Ridin' where spring comes up like roses
Wraps its thorns and petals â€~round my mind
Ridin' somewhere only God supposes
I could ever dream of gettin' to, from sneakin' up behind
I think I'll ride my Gelding

I think I'll ride my Gelding
I think I'll ride my Gelding

And the Jew there in... Watch the video...
http://www.theblaze.com/blog/2014/0.....ver-the-world/

Lauren Bacall has died, in my opinion the Actress, Wife of Humphrey Bogart was one of the great nature beauties. Dead at 89 she was still a very beautiful woman, and wonderful actress tho long out of the spotlight. Shes dancing with Bogie now like at the end of Dark Passage

Find of here http://www.theblaze.com/blog/2014/0.....r-six-minutes/ Watch the video

For those of ya to young to know what that means Robin Williams is dead... Depression got him to killed himself at the age of 63...

Lesson here kids NEVER GIVE UP!

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you live too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I've proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And every one was taken in
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage
Pacing the cage


Bruce Cockburn Looking him up he's a great song writer

The Tale of Custard The Dragon

Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Week! , which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

But presently up spoke little dog Mustard,
I'd been twice as brave if I hadn't been flustered.
And up spoke Ink and up spoke Blink,
We'd have been three times as brave, we think,
And Custard said, I quite agree
That everybody is braver than me.

Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

Ogden Nash

Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister -
Streichholz und Benzinkanister -
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen

Candy says, "I've come to hate my body
And all that it requires in this world"
Candy says, "I'd like to know completely
What others so discretely talk about"

I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly
Over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older

What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me?

Candy says, "I hate the quiet places
That cause the smallest taste of what will be"
Candy says, "I hate the big decisions
That cause endless revisions in my mind"

I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly
Over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older

What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me?

Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground

http://www.pandora.com/station/play.....74852068852435

Because now everyone can program their on radio stations... mines mostly old rock but blues and other old crap for a old crapper like me... ;>P~~~

Featured one of my stories... how nice

And head the best thing to give... ;>P~~

And it smells wonderful...