Felicity and Roger: Night Clubbing

Warning: this post contains sadomasochistic erotica and
may be triggering to people with a history of trauma. 


Felicity and Roger danced at the fashionable Club Uranus in
the fashionable warehouse district of Previously Post-Modern
San Francisco.

It was Halloween and they disguised themselves as nothing and
were dismayed when everyone noticed.

Friends who hadn’t spoken to them in years remarked on
how nothing they looked.

“You look so going, going, and gone!” shrieked a young man
dressed as Gertrude Stein.

Felicity dragged Roger to the dance floor.

“Felicity.” whispered Roger.

“What!” She was desperate for fun.

“I don’t like being nothing.”

“You’re nothing and there’s nothing I can do about it! Enjoy
yourself!”

Roger put on a pout: “But I can’t!”

“Then you’re a baby.”

Roger jumped and clapped, “I knew you’d think of something!”

He removed his clothes and curled up on the dance floor.

“Oh look!” cried a little man in a flannel nighty, “Another baby!”

He crawled to Felicity and yanked on her dress: “Can I play, can I play!?”

Felicity was disgusted.

She gave the little man a withering look.

“Get up this instant or Mommy will kill your surprise!”

The little man gazed up at Felicity with wide eyes and said: “I’m
a good boy Mommy. Let me have the surprise!”

“Very well,” she smiled

Felicity removed one of her stiletto heels and beat the little
man on the head.

“No Mommy! No!”

“Bad! Bad! Boy!”

The little man soon fainted and Felicity’s fun was over.

“I love it when you play bad Mommy.” Roger kissed her neck.

“I hope I didn’t kill him.” Felicity laughed.

Roger examined the people who applauded as the little man
moaned and bled.

“I bet they don’t.”

Rob Goldstein (c) 1992-2017 All Rights Reserved

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Shake Me Loose…but let me sleep

from The Mind of RD REVILO

THE MIND OF RD REVILO

  • Funny, Some People Think
  • War will be different for them
  • They see the deadly destruction
  • But theirs won’t make them a victim
  • They’ll start the fight on Friday
  • Night
  • Then fight
  • Until Sunday
  • Back to work on Monday
  • And if they get injured or hurt
  • The enemy will nurture
  • Them back to work
  • So they can fight some more
  • And even up the score
  • No loss of electricity
  • Water will flow
  • No pain toward victory
  • No disappearance of people they know
  • It’ll be like a picnic
  • Only ants are pests
  • We’ll be in and out quick
  • Unlike the rest
  • Once they knowwe are serious
  • Fear will make the enemy delirious
  • And sue for peace
  • Just beating our chests will scare the beast
  • Our thunderous protests
  • Will make them confess
  • We’ll sing, we’ll cheer
  • The brave will bring up the rear
  • We’ll snarl, our fists we’ll ball
  • We’ll persist, insist…

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Make love to my mind, heart and spirit

I read this post a dozen different ways. I had to share it.

Black Liberation Love of N Unity

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Make love to my mind, heart and spirit. Sit me on your lap of eternal high frequency, let me feel the rising of your powerful vibration that will catapult me into a state of inspirational bliss. I want to ride on the hard energy waves that will sync with my ocean. Exploring within both inner eyes, subsequently removing all barriers, seeing each other naked with a clear view. Mutually merging closer, traveling through magnetic portals unlocking dimensions, levitating both individuals consciousness as one force. When you are truly in sync, you can climax in infinite ways, via a touch, glance, whisper, smile, kiss. The fun powerfully intriguing part is to hold it, harness it, absorb it, direct your energy. Let go of your inhibition…Indulge in ancient alchemy tradition!

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