I Must Be Chained

I seethe. I burn. I ache to lash out. To destroy.

I have returned volleys, but not yet in the full combat mode I am desirous of. I hold myself back. I rein in my urges. I must.  But the deception, the mistruths, the constant personal aggrandizement roil through every part of my body.

When I am like this I am likely to attack fiercely. I belittle. I humiliate. I dehumanize. I rend psyches into tiny pieces. The victim never recovers.

But the far greater damage is to those who are witness. The carnage and horror, the intense pain and fear they witness scars them, too.

It is this I must take pains to avoid. I must bind my anger in unyielding, indestuctible chains.

And tomorrow it will commence again.


Absolutely nothing is wrong. In fact the world seems headed in a very good direction. But everything I attempt doesn’t work the first (or second, or even third) time. Events seem to conspire. Yet they are all such minor annoyances. They are easy to dismiss.

Why are my antennae twitching? All my sensors on overload?   Just about everything says I should ignore the feeling. Something says I shouldn’t.

I’ll Drink To That!

Interesting isn’t it? This is my 97th post. To be honest, I didn’t expect to get past 25. I even had doubts about making it to 10. But here I am. Still around.

Today is special for 2 reasons:

1) It’s Valentine’s Day for all you lovers and haters of the event

2) One year ago today my 1st post was published.

Yep, today is I Think You Earthlings Are Crazy‘s birthday.

And it’s been a pretty good year. One year ago I was in a very bad emotional place because of a number of factors. Today everything is very good. I have absolutely no complaints. Things could be better, but the glass is way more than half full. A year ago I was running on empty.

So here’s to what has been a very good year, and let’s have another great one ahead.

And a special thank you for passing by, dropping in, and heck, even reading. And those who make comments, you are indeed a very special slice of your species. I love you all!

Thank you!

I’ll drink to that!0veCE0G[1]

Midweek Fantasizing … I’m Focused

posting_41603_lg[1]I’ve had this image in my mind for the past couple of weeks. In fact I can’t get it out of my mind.

I see her clearly. Above me. Fabulous breasts hanging down to my face. Unbelievable! She looks down smiling.

I kiss.

I lick.

I suck.

I touch.

I fondle.

I play with.

I pull.

I tweak

I twist.

I nibble.

I bite.

I gorge.

She cums.

But that’s irrelevant,  because it’s all about what I want. Right now.

I want more of course. I adore all her parts and crevices. But at this moment that’s my focus. Which is a bit strange for a multi-faceted lover like me.

I want what I want.

And I want those breasts and nipples. For me.

And I want to send her home with bite marks and bruises. Like I’ve done before.