Argentinean, Bolivian, Mexican, German, Peruvian, Paraguayan, Brazilian, Chilean, Czeck-slovakian.
Need to Get (17):
American, Canadian, British, Australian, French, Belgian, Swedish, Dutch, Russian, Portugese, Spanish, Italian, Latvian, New Zealand, Japanese, Korean, Chinese.
So yes, I’m learning to sew so that I can make my own tarp and eventually probably my own bivy sack.
Sometimes, I will just come to mind. Different things about her. She’s married and so am I and we live 000 of k’s from each other but I can’t help thinking that if we’d meet again we’d become lovers. the memory of pounding her tight petit ass, pulling her towards me, the sounds she made, her face—lost in pleasure, the guttural moaning—how she said, “No one’s fucked me like that since I was 14”, and how she later denied it. Her love of anal. Her love of roughness. Our long nights of fucking, falling asleep and then fucking again. We really should meet again to fuck our brains out.
Organize kinbaku workshops for couples.
Series. Simple to complex.
Shades of Grey has got the public interest.
Picked them up an 0600. they were on time. they confirmed the fare once they got in. Classical was on the radio. They talked among themselves, then I said something in english and they knew I talked their language. they’re from Texas, heading to Buenos Aires now.
- make no suggestions, they’ve got their fb pic agenda, they’ve got their itinerary planned out.
- get a fb page going, ask chido people to contribute a review.
- Got to make them feel worldy.
- Give pointers out, make it a mini tour—make the ride up to the airport memorable.
- Have a business card or flyer ready.
- Get all the people arriving to the terminal in the early AM.
Jimena has money. she has lot’s of money. She’d rather not owe me any favors and just settle her bill. never condone rich people’s debt. they don’t understand it and think instead that I’m trying to manipulate them into feeling gratitude, which maybe I was.
Also, it is a sign of saying “no” to prosperity.
Stay on track.
The Prosperity Protocols call me to initiate Operation FAV (Fuck Antonella and Vanessa). In July we’re going over to Argentina to visit her family. Antonella is one of her friends who is hot and into pole dancing, with strong thighs I want. Vanessa is her cousin, my age, and a wila—I want her too. This is going to take some discipline and skill.
Within my understanding of sexual prosperity I have to try and develop my capacity to enjoy sex with as many women as possible—learning, accepting, growing. I have found that women want this too, or that at least many of the women I’ve encountered want that, to fuck, and that in many cases the problem is more in our own heads than in reality.
This blog has now become NSFW and probably not the type of reading I’d like to write but some of these things, the things that are happening in life just have to be put down. It’s just for biographical purposes, for myself, not much hope of it being useful for others. So here we go.
Woke up. Just lying there for a while, probably somewhere around four, decide to get up but also to fuck. So I start grabbing her, we kiss, she’s sleepy, I’m on top, she grabs my cawk and puts it on her pussy, she’s tight and dry, we go slow, real slow, we get the head in—we start fucking. It’s good, intense, we’re trying not to make noise. I feel the animal in me. Her parents, visiting for the holidays, are next door while I dick my wife, she’s such a horny little slut. She came good. I later went into my studio and took a pic of the cawk and liked it.
I took a shower and dressed early because we have a female guest. She’s a socipathic cheapskate with whom it is interesting to talk to, especially about photography, politics and soccer. I don’t care about soccer. She’s got that coked up paranoid look in her eyes, the one that comes from a life of whoring and slutting, the jaded look left behind after being used and abused for years.She’s planning on living off us for as long we’ll have it, but Mariela’s given her the deadline—two days. I could get up at night, walk into the room we’ve given her, wake her up and give her the cawk. Fuck her skinny ass hard and break her. She’d stay, she’d like it, but it would be dangerous, she’s a leech. She woke up, was an ass again before and during breakfast. I have no lust for her. When she left we felt instantly at ease. We had beef empanadas for lunch in bed. I love Mariela’s cooking. We then made love—the baby asleep in his room. We fell asleep and then got up to go for groceries.
And all of a sudden, with only a slight premonition of worries to come during the night before, I saw the grown-up me come back, open the front door, step in, drop the travel satchel on the floor—which is black of course—and mutter, “What the fuck has this jerk been doing to our life?”