johnny cota. leather master. drool
got you. you're mine now. for the rest of the day, week, month, year, life. have you guessed who i am? sometimes i think you have. Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd i feel those sultry, dark eyes of yours stop on me. are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel? i want to moan and writhe with you and i want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "i love you i love you i love you" while stripping. i want you so bad it stings. i want to kill the ugly girls that you're always with. do you really like those boring, naive, coy, calculating girls or is it just for sex? the seeds of love have taken hold, and if we won't burn together, i'll burn alone.
little kinderwhore
Judge sanely. Judge with your eyes open. What do you consider obscene? Is this obscene to you? Or perhaps that’s obscene to you? Or maybe this is obscene – to you? But what is more obscene? This, or this? This, or this? You know, politicians or demagogues like to say that sexually-explicit material corrupts the youth of our country. And yet they lie, cheat and start unholy wars. Look at ‘em. They call themselves men. They’re sheep in a herd. I think the real obscenity comes from raisin’ our youth to believe that sex is bad and ugly and dirty and yet it is heroic to go spill guts and blood in the most ghastly manner in the name of humanity. With all the taboos attached to sex, it’s no wonder we have the problems we have. It’s no wonder we’re angry and violent and genocidal. But ask yourself the question. What is more obscene? Sex or war?